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icanseethefuture333 · 10 months ago

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Asteroid Kitty (9563): your kitten like charm 🐈‍⬛

Asteroid kitty represents the duality of a person, it’s how people are seen as sexy and cute. Asteroid kitty can also show how mischievous or promiscuous a person can be towards their prey, especially when it comes to women using their feminine charm to get what they want.

“I’m the type of girl you wanna chew all of my bubblegum

I’m the type of girl you wanna take to ya mama house”

Kitty in the signs/houses:

Aries Kitty / in the 1st house

Aries Kitty / in the 1st house people are the embodiment of “cat pretty”, their eyes are often shaped like a feline’s, and they are I nown for being a leader. They don’t like to follow the rules and could be seen as rebellious by people. Kitty 1st housers may also hate having people in their personal space but could lack a sense of respect for others. When in a relationship, they see what belongs to their partner’s as theirs, and wouldn’t understand why they don’t want to share. They could also be drawn to cats and animals prints in general. These kittens like to play hard to get and enjoy playful pushing/smacking on the arm as a form of flirtation. If they were a cat, they would believe they are the master and their owner was their servant, similar to those wirehair cats. They are only affectionate with the people they care about and can look at you as if you’re crazy if you act like you know them. These kittens have an infectious laughter as well and their voice sounds like purring to the ears. They are also athletic and look damn good in their workout clothes. They can pick up dudes at the gym and they often find people trying to help them whenever they are lifting weights.

Taurus Kitty/in the 2nd house

Taurus Kitty / in the 2nd house people prioritize financial security and success over the approval of others. These kittens value comfort and stability, they could often take naps and be seen as “lazy”. They might also carry weight more than others or have a “fat cat” 👀. Taurus Kitty 2nd housers charm is their ability to make their home and their style fancy on a budget. If they were a cat, they’d be the fluffy white Persian ones with the diamond collar. These kittens love luxury and being pampered. These are the type of people who grew up spoiled by their family. In a relationship, they are the type to be given money for spa days and so they can get their claws sharpened. They are also stubborn when it comes to arguments but for others their temper can be seen as sexually enticing. Romantic suitors feel compelled to give them their money and assets. Touch is also a big turn on for them and being touched by them always feels so sensual. They are high maintenance and lack patience when it comes to other people’s ignorance.

Gemini Kitty / in the 3rd house

Ohhh what chatterboxes! These kittens are very vocal and outspoken, but their way of communicating is very endearing! The way Gemini Kitty / in the 3rd house people talk is so adorable, when they have a crush on someone they can be very cheeky, and like to play a game of “cat and mouse” with their romantic interest. If they were a cat, they’d be a Siamese cat 🗣️! They are also very observant and attentive to details, if you do something that they don’t like, then they get the ick immediately. They are also very hot and cold, they hate when people are constantly in their face and need to have their alone time. Gemini Kitty 3rd housers need mental stimulation and have to be intellectually engaged. They are bold when it comes to saying dirty things and can be very vocal in the bedroom.

Cancer Kitty / in the 4th house

Cancer Kitty / in the 4th house people are attuned to people’s emotions and are sensitive to their surroundings. They could be described as empathetic and homebodies. People see them as cute and loving, they could often be babied by people, even as they get older in age. These kittens are classy in the streets and a freak in the sheets, they could play a more submissive role in the bedroom. Cancer Kitty 4th housers are known for their glowing skin, sweet scent, and docile nature. They like to be nurturing towards their loved ones and may cry with them when upset. If they were a cat, they’d be a exotic shorthair 🧸. They are viewed as the girl/boy next door and some people dream of marrying them. People hate seeing them sad and would do anything to make them happy again, they could manipulate others’ emotions if they wanted and whenever they’re in trouble, they get away with it because of their innocent demeanor.

Leo Kitty in the 5th house

The definition of mischief! Leo Kitty 5th house people are playful and vivacious, they love to have fun! You can find them at a party dancing or playing video games on a Saturday night. These are the kittens that enjoy laser tag, they like anything bright and shiny. If they were a cat, they would be an orange cat 🐈 ! People could find their energetic personality uplifting and are appreciative of their positive attitude. They are optimistic when it comes to their goals and they believe in having a team spirit. Leo Kitty 5th housers could be loved by children and animals, they see them as a big kid as well. They might be the youngest of their family or was that child who was a “busy body”, always wanting to go outside. When in a relationship, they love physical touch and quality time, they just won’t get off their partners lol. They could also have a high sex drive and are always excited to try something new, they might even want to try something silly like spanking their partner’s butt when they are caught off guard.

Kitty in Virgo/6th house

Virgo / Kitty in the 6th house people require more care than others. They could often be prone to sickness and when they are feeling under the weather, people wish to tend to their every need. Self care is an important part of their daily routine, so you can catch them doing their yoga routine or doing skincare. They could also be allergic to pets as well even though they might want one to keep them company. Virgo / Kitty 6th housers can be quite critical to cheap materials and are picky to certain foods, they have a refined palette. If they were a cat, they’d be a Russian blue. Hygiene is important to them and they are often praised for their well kept appearance (“pussy tight pussy clean pussy fresh”). When in a relationship, they are more shy and prefer to show their love through acts of services. In order to feel comfortable sexually, they could need lots of foreplay and require a partner that has patience, it takes a while for these people to get in the mood. Lying on the green grass underneath the warm sun could be healing for these kittens. Being in nature allows them to unwind and release stress.

Libra Kitty / in the 7th house

Popular and pretty! Libra Kitty / In the 7th house people are admired by their peers and often attract attention without even trying. They have many romantic suitors and they like getting what they want. People could often be jealous of them because of how well liked they are. They could have a reputation of being a “home wrecker” but they don’t see it that way. They feel if the home was never secure in the first place, then it wasn’t their fault someone chased after them lol. Libra Kitty 7th housers can be superficial and most of their attraction is based on physical appearance. These kittens also value balance and have a steady workload. If they were a cat, they’d be a ragdoll. In the bedroom, they are likely to be a switch and enjoy giving and receiving. These people like to see their partner’s face so missionary or cowgirl would be their favorite position, as well as 69 for fairness.

Scorpio Kitty / in the 8th house

What mysterious little creatures. Scorpio Kitty / In the 8th house could prefer to be alone and dislike being forced to socialize. These kittens are often misunderstood by others and might have been outcasted in their youth. They go wherever they please and look good doing it. Scorpio Kitty 8th housers may be drawn to the dark and prefer taking walks out at night, they also wear a lot of black. If they were a cat, they’d be a Bombay cat 🐈‍⬛. When they are attracted to someone, they ooze sensuality and are very alluring without even trying, their mannerisms as well are attractive to people. These people could have supernatural experiences and might be highly intuitive as well. In their family dynamics, they could be protective of others and can sense danger before it happens. In the bedroom, they are flexible and able to place themselves in all types of positions. They enjoy the darker aspects of foreplay such as roughhousing, shibari, whips, and bdsm. Their goal during sex is to claim their partner as theirs, expect love bites and scratch marks from these felines.

Sagittarius Kitty / In the 9th house

These are the alley cats who have seen and experienced a lot of things. Sagittarius Kitty / in the 9th house people are wise and knowledge of various topics. To other people they could consider them a “know it all” and mature beyond their years, they might feel inferior to them when engaging in a conversation. These people enjoy adventure and freedom, they would be a stray cat that is known and loved by all in their neighborhood. These kittens would most likely have multiple homes and don’t like being tied down to one place. They enjoy a good sense of humor and are attracted to someone who is intelligent, when a person matches their energy that turns them on even more. In the bedroom, they like to are open to new experiences and wish to try different things, so they are likely to mess around with sex toys. Sagittarius Kitty 9th housers could value their education as well and may be a “teacher’s pet”. If they were a cat, they’d be a Bengal cat. Within their family, these people would be the carefree older sibling who has crazy stories of parties and drinking, they are mostly likely to remain single and would not want to get married. They spend their time traveling and enjoying different cuisines.

Capricorn Kitty / In the 10th house

Capricorn Kitty / in the 10th house are focused , responsible, and determined. They have a sharp wit and don’t tolerate nonsense. These kittens are often annoyed with people’s incompetence and it puts them in a bad mood when things are not handled properly. They admire individuals with a good work ethic and have a good head on their shoulder. It’s a major turn on for them when a partner is able to take the role of a provider and make them feel secure in a relationship. These kittens are the type to receive push presents and don’t accept anything less than they are worth. They prefer stability and assets over romantic infatuation. Capricorn Kitty / 10th housers are likely to be “trophy wives” and “wags” (wives and girlfriends of athletes). In the bedroom, they assert their dominance only as a form of punishment or a way to relieve stress. In general, they can be a brat and desire a partner that can tame them. They are very opinionated and will let you know if the sex was bad or not. Their style consists of expensive jewelry and casual business attire. If they were a cat, they’d be an Egyptian Mau.

Aquarius Kitty / In the 11th house

Aquarius Kitty / In the 11th house people catch on quickly to things and have a keen intellect. They are smart when it comes to technology and could have a solid social media following. Their pets would also be popular on social media or they could make money from them (E.G: placing them in pageants or competitions). They do well in modeling campaigns and could have been seen in commercials and catalogs. Their sense of fashion is unique and they could be referred to as a “trendsetter”. Aquarius Kitty / 11th housers are able to find sexual and romantic partners quite easily thanks to dating apps or having good luck when it comes to sliding in people’s DMs. They also enjoy cybersex, either on FaceTime or sending sexy texts to their crush. Their online presence is considered tempting and alluring. They could post pictures of themselves in risqué positions or thirst traps are often their go to on their story. I wouldn’t be surprised if they make money from having an OnlyFans as well. When it comes to relationships, they are most likely to prefer being single and value their freedom. The downside is people try to trap these kittens and try to turn them into a housewife (or spouse) when they know they are very independent and rebellious.

Pisces Kitty / In the 12th house

What gentle beings. Pisces Kitty / In The 12th house people have a healing presence and are in tuned with their senses. They could have a spiritual connection to cats and often receive signs from them. They are highly intuitive and have cat like reflexes, they can predict things before it even comes true. If they were a cat, they’d be a blue abyssian. They enjoy reading books, meditation, and anything that allows them a peace of mind. Pisces Kitty / 12th housers are likely to smoke weed or use some type of psychedelics. These are girls at Coachella that dress whimsical and colorful and just there to vibe and have a good time. These kittens believe in manifestation and are the type to leave crystals in their crush’s car/home. They believe they can seduce people with their mind and aura (which is honestly true). In the bedroom, they prefer to use as sex as an act of healing and creating a spiritual bond. They could also be in non traditional relationships and may be open to polyamorous relationships. They might have even had sex with more than one person at a time.

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ilikekidsshows · 24 days ago

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Something that really annoys me about Adrien salters is them going on and on about Adrien being irresponsible and messing up and how that means he doesn't "deserve" to get more responsibility, or know shit or even that he should have had his miraculous taken away.

Like, I'll grant that that if you look at how Adrien is written canonically and compares him to an objective standard of what makes a good hero that he wouldn't pass. But then Marinette wouldn't either. She would fail way worse than him and that's even before all thr bullshit she pulled in s4-s6.

Yet Maribug gets all the praise, the power, knowledge and authority. She's described as the greatest ladybug ever. While Adrien, her supposedly "equal partner" get shafted and thrown to the sidelines and mistreated, often by Maribug herself!

Neither of them, as written by canon, really make for good heroes compared to other heroes in other media (in large part because the writing barely lets them learn and grow). But saying that Adrien specifically doesn't deserve to be a hero while acting like Marinette is perfectly fine and there's no issue with how she failed upwards into so much power and responsibility is so insane and clearly biased.

Also, hot take but Adrien was perfetly justified in his actions in Syren. He wasn't "throwing a tantrum while people were drowning". He was trying to force answers about what the hell was going on from the only person he could while there was literally nothing he could do to stop the akuma. They already tried to fight the akuma and failed! Ladybug fucked off for someplace he had no clue about, for reasons he wasn't told (other than she's going to get help). He'd been waiting for a while now while she went to talk to master Fu, talk to him and have Fu get back to him. As far as he knew (going off previous precedent) Ladybug would show up with a new fish heroes with some kind of underwater powers who would defeat the akuma single handedly.

If he wasn't threatening Plagg with quitting (and I tend to believe it was more a threat to try and get Plagg to talk rather than a true attempt to quit considering that's literally how he used it as) then he still couldn't do anything to help the drowning people. He couldn't even prepare something and use the time effectively while Ladybug was gone because he knew fuck all about when she would be back and what help would she bring which was the problem he was trying to fix.

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If Miraculous was an actual teen hero show that followed the structure of a teen hero show, Adrien would be a fine hero. The point of teen heroes is that they start off not fully grasping the responsibility they have and then grow into it with time. Frankly, looking at the examples of irresponsibility on Adrien’s track record, it’s nothing out of the ordinary or anything career-breaking. Hell, the stuff Marinette has done mostly includes stuff done by other superheroes.

The difference is how they react when they’re proven to have done something irresponsible. Adrien, every single time, takes responsibility for his own actions and makes amends. The whole doormat hypeman act he has going on in season 6 is specifically because he’s taken responsibility for the supposed crime of not supporting Ladybug enough. As for him giving up his Miraculous and “threatening to quit”, I will die on the hill that every time he gave up his Miraculous, it was done with good reason and in the most secure way he could while still following the secret identity rule that he knows is strictly enforced with him.

Marinette will self-flagellate and therefore accept responsibility on paper, but she doesn’t make amends. She doesn’t do anything differently with the people she’s failed even after admitting she’s failed them. She shouldn’t have lied to Cat Noir, gonna lie to him some more. She shouldn't stalk Adrien, gonna stalk any girl he talks to. Should treat Adrien as a person, gonna deny him the right to protect his free will and gaslight him about his dad. Marinette might say she accepts responsibility, but she keeps doing the same things to the same people, sometimes she does worse.

In comparison to Marinette, Adrien is a true hero. Almost anyone else who takes up a Miraculous to help others is more of a hero than Marinette. No one but Marinette needs to be told they’re the bestest, most specialest Miraculous holder to ever exist before they stop pouting at the idea of there being other holders before them. No other character is that petulant and insecure about the very idea of someone else holding the same powers as Marinette was in ‘The Pharaoh’.

It perfectly encapsulates how the writers feel about their protagonist. They’re so insecure, they have to make all the characters tell the audience that Marinette is the best, they have to keep diminishing the roles of cool characters to lessen there being any competition, and they can’t stand the idea of an episode prioritizing someone other than Marinette. Amphibia made an episode where Anne and Sprig were a throwaway gag about how they weren’t in the episode and it still felt so much like an Amphibia episode that I hadn’t even thought about how the main characters hadn’t shown up until then. The one time Miraculous tried something like that, it was a special flip episode of what other characters were doing during ‘Truth’. They made a huge deal about this being an Adrien-focused episode and, frankly, they didn’t really have him do anything interesting in it, showcasing their lack of interest in Adrien’s character (or any character other than Marinette and their precious prequel cast).

Also, this reminds me of the one thing everyone rags on and on about whenever the topic of solo heroing comes up is how Marinette has the Miraculous Ladybug healing ability, like that somehow grants Marinette inherent aptitude to heroics, and how Adrien should be Mister Bug if he was to become a solo hero. But here’s the real kicker: Marinette is the only superhero whose series I’ve watched or read who needs a magical cure-all to save the day from their own collateral damage. Like, her superpowers literally include the ability to dodge consequences for her choices. Marinette is only focused on winning, so of course she needs a superpower to make the collateral damage go away.

Meanwhile, Adrien has the literal power of destruction and is still so calculating and controlled in what he destroys in order to get the edge against an enemy. He’s the one concerned for the well-being of victims outside of merely saving the day. He argues in favor of defending Chloé, when Marinette actively abandons her to whatever Illustrator wants to do to her. He questions if there could be a morally right reason to use the wish, before deciding that "no". He’s the one who says that Bob Roth suffering no consequences for continuously screwing people over with his power and prestige is wrong, even as he also agrees that they still have to protect him from the consequences of his actions (note that the Akumas after him don’t want to harm him and always have mostly harmless powers unless you’re Bob Roth). Chloé has survived being humiliated by the Akumas she caused before is all I’m saying (but I’ll add that this show’s apologia of rich CEOs started early). The point is that Adrien actually gives consideration to what his moral duties as a hero are and what kind of hero he wants to be, Marinette does whatever she wants that’s easiest for her and then magics the damage away.

Adrien is a leagues better hero than Marinette is. I’d even go far as to say that Adrien is a good hero, period, he’s just stuck in a series where that doesn’t mean anything.

#ml critical #ml salt #dats chats

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luvkirby4ever · 8 months ago

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Absolutely massive lore drops from Shadow Generations

Gerald Robotnik had 2 sons (which we have a picture of!!) whom he loved very much. One of them had Gerald's love of archaeology, the other his love of robotics.

The archaeology son is the one who initially discovered Emerl.

Gerald had found Angel Island and the altar of the Master Emerald but left things alone because he wanted to be respectful to the land.

^This explains why the Eclipse Cannon's core has a structure shaped like the shrine in SA2.

SPEAKING OF SA2... you know those cameos of Big the Cat in (the Dreamcast version of) SA2? Yeah, those are canon. Apparently he loses Froggy a lot which causes him to go on a ton of adventures. He even tells Shadow that he saw him running past a few times on the ARK.

Gerald was absolutely adamant about his research being used to help people, not develop weapons. He seems to have been constantly clashing heads with GUN who would not fund his research (which was to try and cure Maria) unless he was making weapons.

^Because of this, any weapons he developed (or in Emerl's case, studied) had some sort of counterbalance that Gerald would add in order to make the weapon suck less (see following couple of points).

He hoped that the technology that he developed to make Artificial Chaos (AI that can be added to any body of water to shape it as needed) would be used to help save flood victims by scooping them up out of the debris.

While studying Emerl he established a link and noted that since Emerl wouldn't listen to anybody else that at least he wouldn't be used for evil. He also attempted to change Emerl's AI to become "free-willed and emotions-based."

He didn't want to develop the Eclipse Cannon so it was purposely made to be too destructive to be useful. He figured he'd also use it to deal with Black Doom.

Project Shadow was named as such because Gerald thought the goverment were idiots for trying to make him pursue something as impossible as immortality. He saw it "as intangible as a shadow" and described the project as impossible as "chasing a shadow."

But when Maria saw Shadow she said "shadows let you know which way the light is" and Gerald remarked that she turned his bitter naming convention into something hopeful and pure.

Speaking of Project Shadow... we have a picture of Maria holding the little baby Biolizard!

Gerald developed the Chaos Drives (those things that come out of GUN robots that you feed your Chao in SA2) to try and apply Chaos Emerald energy to living tissue without damaging it. He used them on the Biolizard.

Gerald reluctantly provided GUN Chaos Drives so that he could continue researching a cure for Maria.

Maria loved the Biolizard.

The Biolizard grew large because of the experiments... which its body couldn't support. Thus the life-support apparatus on its back, though it seemed to be in great physical pain. It was hidden away in the area you fight it in SA2.

^These failures are why Gerald struck up a deal with Black Doom. Without Doom's DNA Shadow would have gone the same way as the Biolizard.

Maria has a little sister!!!

Maria was born on Earth and sent to the ARK because the low-gravity environment makes her condition more manageable. Gerald's journal makes it sound like Maria's sister was born after she got up there but in-game Maria mentions how she misses her sister so maybe not?

@nagichi-boop (I hope it's okay to tag you) has a nice post talking about the excellent "invisible disability" representation. Both Gerald's journal and Maria discuss aspects of her disability, including Gerald's anger the over ARK researchers who talk about Maria behind her back.

Maria helped develop Shadow's air shoes and inhibitor rings, her insight valuable as these are framed as disability aids.

If Shadow takes off the inhibitor rings, he'd probably explode.

Maria and Shadow were taught by a lady teacher aboard the ARK. Shadow never turned in his homework.

The only thing Maria ever saw Shadow consume was coffee.

Maria met Big in the white space and instantly loved him. Big asked Maria and Gerald if they wanted to go fishing.

Omega is not powered by Animals, Chaos Drives, or any Emerald-based mechanism. He mentions something about absorbing environmental energy or something? The takeaway is that he's probably not destined to end up like most robots in the series (dead) because he doesn't have a power source that's going to screw him over.

E-123 "I don't have emotions" Omega was worried about Rogue and values Shadow and Rogue's friendship. Just don't call it friendship.

Maria being up on the ARK for so long was causing strain and division between Gerald and his sons. Gerald was desperate to cure Maria and get his family back.

Big has met Elise.

Commander Tower was the only other kid aboard the ARK.

Gerald gave Shadow some pre-set memories so that his awakening would go smoothly. Maria and him became friends instantly.

According to Maria, Shadow is more confident now than when she knew him.

Gerald called Shadow son. I'm not crying you are.

Both in the journal and in-game Gerald mentions how he is sorry for the trouble and weight that he has placed on Shadow (because of needing to strike a deal with Black Doom).

Emerl was handed over to GUN to try and buy more time for Maria's research. GUN reestablished a link by showing him an increasingly dangerous amount of weapons until Emerl started to freak out and destroy stuff. One of his rampages caused an automatic SOS ping to be sent out...

...It was that ping that summoned the soldiers who killed Maria.

#sonic x shadow generations #sonic x shadow spoilers #gerald robotnik #maria robotnik #shadow the hedgehog #e 123 omega #big the cat #emerl the gizoid

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monayen · 1 year ago

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uhhh I dunno really but — maybe a fic of reader just walking in the forest because they r lost then getting caught in a bear trap nyen set up and uh he does something fucked up to reader, like fucks them then kills them or something? Or something heavy gore related while he fucks them.. sorryyy ahhh (I’m a damn masochist.)

The Lost Camper | Nyen

➷ Paring - Nyen x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - noncon, unsafe sex, fear play, knife play, blood kink, stabbing, sadism, fingering, violence, degradation, dacryphilla, READER DEATH

a/n - this came out to 4k words :') i know anon described a bear trap/hunting-esque situation but i felt making the reader a more cryptic-like being of the woods made a bit more sense (and easier to fit in) either way, reminder that this is DARK. there isn't a happy ending and the reader does freakin' die. (though rebirth is implied. see it how ya' do) i apologize for any mistakes as this is my longest work to date (whoop whoop) thank you for your comments and requests on both ao3 and tumblr. keeps me motivated ^^ currently working on a Randal fic and some Luther headcannons :3 inbox open as always. ANYWAYS ENOUGH

You aren't sure why you decided to hop over the Ivory household's security measures and rummage through their things while they slept. You’ve seen campers before in these woods plenty of times. Hundreds, if you kept count… but you don't.

You also don't ever interact with campers these days either. They didn’t tend to be special and they didn’t ever really get in the way. Maybe you’ll spook them by hovering around behind the greenery, sticks cracking underneath rugged boots. They don't interest you anymore beyond listening to them talk about their boring, human lives.

It doesn't make them completely irrelevant to you though, as you’ve gained a habit of sneaking onto their campsites. You steal – quite often. Well, as often as people come this deep into the woods. It's how you justify it, how else are you supposed to get canned food and new clothes? And so what if you also take a couple of books you can't read and stuffed animals whose furs mat under dirty hands. The mossy den you reside in could always use new things, even if you have no use for them.

For as long as you remember, it has been like this. A being of the woods, you’ve become a cryptic-like legend. “The Lost Camper”, you’re called. Whatever that means. You aren't sure what life is like past bark and muddy soil, clothes messy and hands rough. You were never lost, this is all you know.

Is it all so bad? So bad that humans go out of their way to tell campfire stories about your existence? The grass gives you more comfort than any sleeping bag can.

So there really wasn't any need for you to be past that fence they set up. The truth was that they were… interesting. More interesting than any other family who ventured out here. You saw as they gathered around and talked, well, two were doing most of the talking. Brothers, apparently. (despite not looking much alike)

They tagged along a couple more… characters. Notably, these two catmen that hovered around the older one of the brothers. They looked more alike, cat ears dawning their similar haircuts. You could tell them apart by their clothes – easier, their demeanors.

The blue haired one stood hunched, staring at his… ”master” talk. Immediately, you could tell he was the more timid of the two. You observed the other pinkish haired one smoke a cigarette a few steps away from the group. His eyes – eye, actually – looked low and dark. The patch on one of them leaves you to wonder what might've happened for it to be left in such a state. Catching his name from his master, “Nyen”, which made sense considering his appearance.

You must have been staring too long, because suddenly Nyen lifts his head and his sunless eye meets yours for a second. Ducking quickly behind the trees, it should have been your sign to leave, to go on your merry way of collecting berries and getting high off of mushrooms for entertainment.

But of course – you didn't. Instead, you retreated to the comfort of the conifer and stood idly. The sun set faster than you expected, any thoughts of simply leaving long gone hours ago. An eager smile spread across your face, these unique campers were asleep and you were going to rein free on their grounds. This was going to be the most fun you’ve had in ages!

As you tiptoe to their spot, you point out the odd set up. They had a truck and two tents, but only one tent actually seemed to be occupied. They also left a plethora of things outside unattended. Great for you.

Nimbly, you start pocketing random things into your large well-loved leather crossbody bag. You’ve rummaged through many people’s unattended things before, but they definitely take it to a different level. This place was filled with bizarre stuff, stuff you’ve never seen before.

Why the fuck were they carrying several wooden carvings of beavers and… birthday cake flavored “lube”... unsure what the latter was. Either way, you found it all the more entertaining to stuff these random things into your bag, giggling slightly when you pulled out a photorealistic framed drawing of a blue pony with a rainbow mane.

You were so intrigued by all these things that you didn't realize masked, narrow eyes staring at your figure past the of the darkness camp.

Nyen had been waiting for this. How stupid can you be? He saw you past the trees when the sun was still up, staring with a stable gaze – observing. Your face was shaded by the leaves, but he could see the grip you had on the tree trunk you stood behind. You looked rugged, you weren't just another camper or hitchhiker. He huffs his cigarette, more freaks. Nyen moves his eyes towards his master, clearly already stressed with the hitchhiker they had picked up hours before. Another huff.

His eyes meet yours when he decides to look up again and just as quickly – you're gone.

Once Luther hears about this, his brows furrow slightly at the idea of another thing to deal with. “Oh dear, I just can't catch a break.” Nyen waits for his master to continue.

Randal (who totally wasn't eavesdropping) perks up once he recognizes who they were talking about, “Oh! Oh! You mean the…” He pauses for dramatic effect, “The Lost Camper…” Luther twists his head to stare at his brother, “Is that the name?”

Randal nods excitedly, “I’ve read all about her! Apparently, she’s a ghost. Or like a cavewoman. Or an animal-hybrid. I actually didn't read that much.” He shrugs, “She doesn't hurt people, I think. Just swipes a few things and wonders around. Which is a little boring, would love it if something tried to kill us! AGAIN!”

Luther shakes his head and looks back at Nyen, “Hm, it’s too late now to move everything back inside…” He places a finger on his chin, “If that's true, then deal with her if she becomes a problem, alright?”

Nyen nods, “Yes sir.”

From what Randal said, he knew you would most likely lurk in the incognito of the night. So he took his stance outside the tent everyone else slept in.

He almost giddily twirls the handle of the knife, waiting and waiting. Hours pass, he doesn't have a watch but his internal clock tells him it’s around 3 am when he finally spots you. Look at you, being a problem.

Your back is faced away from him. Through the darkness, (and thanks to his skill of seeing well in the dark) he witnesses the silhouette of your thievery. Nyen can't point out exactly what you are taking but all he can imagine is his master’s upset face if he sees things are missing. The grip on his knife tightens.

He needs to wait again, wait for the perfect moment, wait to pounce . Nyen hears giggles escape your mouth – small, but he hears it. His jaw clenches. How dare you tee-hee while taking his family's very important stuff? He almost wants to lunge at you straight away, but he decides against it. Nyen wants to stab you in the throat and watch the blood splurt once you turn around. He just needs to get a bit closer…

SNAP

How irritating. Nyen just had to step on a twig.

Your reaction time is just as fast as his, darting into the dark woods with him quickly trailing behind you.

Nyen huffs to himself. He wanted to make this quick, but he certainly doesn’t mind a chase.

Holy shit, shit, shit. Thoughts race a thousand miles per hour, with your legs following right behind. You admittedly got too into it that you weren’t focusing, now you have to make a great escape.

This isn’t the first time you’ve had to run away from a camper, there was a time where a woman got spooked by you on her way to take a piss. Her scream was so loud that you immediately dashed past her, dropping the clothes you had stolen. Her husband (presumably an experienced outdoorsman) actually trekked through the woods with a shotgun for a while as you held your breath in the branches above. Ultimately, her family was gone before the sun was down.

But you aren't sure you can just avoid this one. You allow yourself to turn peek behind you and see him . The smoking catman, Nyen. The shade of the night is heavy, but you’ve adapted to see well in the dark. You’re sure he has that skill too with the way his gaze is steady, hard, and right on yo u through terrifying masked eyes. Where did his eyepatch go?

Shaky hands clutch the filled crossbody bag that jumps with your every movement. If you had to go through this, you at least want to keep the stuff.

Just tire him out, you think. It's reassuring that you know these woods like the back of your hand. You’ve tread several miles, exploring and wondering, though never finding a road. (Odd.)

Agilely weaving him past trees and fallen logs, your boots try to find leaf covered ground in an attempt to not leave visible tracks, but that would cause you to move slower – and you can't afford that. You assume with enough loops and turns, he will lose your trail.

A loud, gravelly yell can be heard behind you, “You can't run forever!” It makes your heart hammer because it's true. You aren't sure how long you’ve been running now but it feels like hours .

Periodically, you pause to catch your breath, but it isn't long before you hear his heavy steps get closer and closer, forcing the chase to start again.

It’s terrifying. You have amazing stamina. It's part of being in these woods, moving a lot. Nyen is different though, you don't think he’s stopped once. He’s a hunter, a bit slower than his prey but always behind.

Huffing, you duck under branches and jump over uneven ground with aching legs, barely catching yourself a few times. It’s strenuous to carry on like this, so close to giving out. It’s impossible to focus with this adrenaline pumping through your veins, are you going in circles? Herbage you’re so used to begin to feel like a labyrinth of ever consuming moss and vines.

Managing to keep your distance, you start to believe that maybe you’ve lost him when the echo of rushed footsteps begin to fade. There’s a wave of relief when all that can be heard is the sound of heavy panting and earth stirring underneath sore feet.

You close your eyes as you continue to move forward, wind flowing through your hair with momentum. It’s just for a second, for a moment of clarity. It's a terrible second. Your right ankle rolls horribly on a rock, making you tumble down with shriek. It reverberates past trees and you’re sure he's heard it.

He’s already closing the gap, leaves shuffling behind you. Regaining composure with gritted teeth, you come to the conclusion that he can have his damn things. It’s not worth running forever. Peeking at your quickly growing swollen ankle, you aren't sure you even could.

Finding an area where the trees thin out with patches of soft grass, you use the last of your excretion to exclaim, “Wait, wait!” Facing him finally, he stops feet away from you.

You finally get a closer look at him. His stance is still aggressive, as if you are about to take off at any moment. You see his glare filled with pure disdain, thin lips curling in a snarl. His eyes go beyond his bizarre mask, it feels like he's piercing you with them.

“Say it.” It's a husky voice that makes the anxiety in your stomach swirl. You realize you haven't been face to face with someone in… a while.

Croaking out with a strained voice, “Look, here. Have it back, I don't want it anymore.” With shaking hands, you tug the worn leather over your body and drop it onto the ground in between you two. Gulping, you scan his figure for any type of reaction.

That's when you notice a glint in his hand – a knife. Maybe it was foolish to assume he wouldn't have a weapon on him, he was chasing you after all. But it dawns on you that you don't have one.

Nyen seems to pick up on your sudden stiffening, taking a step forward. It takes everything in you to not take off, but you know it would be fruitless with a sore ankle.

“I know who you are.” You shake, “You do?” He nods slowly, “Randal told me about you. ‘The Lost Camper’, a habitual thief and urban legend. A fucking pussy too.”

A low laugh escapes his lips, he’s getting closer. “So, you think you can just get away with this?” Sweat builds even heavier on your brow and you shake your head, “No, no. I’m – I’m sorry. I didn't mean to–” He cuts you off, “You knew exactly what the fuck you were doing. You need to be dealt with. ”

Your flight instinct kicks in and despite the light injury you sustained, your feet begin to move on their own. It's not fast enough though, he lunges at you and the sudden weight causes you to fall down with a pained hiss.

There's a tackle, he's grabbing at you while you try to force yourself up under him. It’s incredibly rough, there isn't enough room to struggle around with how his weight presses you down.

You watch terribly as Nyen brings his knife up in the air. The pale moon shines on the blade, and for a second, you see the reflection of your terrified face before it stains red.

A guttural scream forces out of your mouth, making you throw your head back before it crooks back down to see crimson blood seep through your jeans down the side of your thigh.

Nyen doesn't waste time in pulling the blade back, watching how you writhe in pain. Through teary eyes, you see pure excitement spread across his shaded face. He’s enjoying this.

You can barely resist when he's forcing your thick jacket off your body – not satisfied with how the material lessens the cuts he’s adorning your body. “Don't do this…” It’s meek and pathetic, you know but you can't help it. He stands above, blood staining his hands.

“It's already happening.” It's deep and low, and you feel every drip of venom that laces his words.

You witness Nyen begin to rub the growing bulge in his tan jeans, causing your stomach to twist in a way that you're scared you may vomit out of the fear and pain. The catman groans, “Fuck… I’m going to make a mess out of you.”

Soon enough, he strips you of your worn shirt and jeans clothes. It's scary how Nyen handles you like a ragdoll, no concern for the twists and gashes your injured body has to endure.

“So this is what you were hiding under all that? Lucky me.” It’s so condescending that you grit your teeth. For any chance of keeping your dignity, an attempt of covering yourself and moving is made – but it’s met with a swift kick to your ribs that results in burning heaving.

A cold hand slips under your bra, lifting it over and groping at your chest. Whimpering, you attempt to shy away from his touch but he draws you back with an even colder tip of a blade that swipes across your skin.

Red drapes over your body like a warm blanket in contrast to the cool chill of the forest air. You can almost stare off into the starry night you are so used to while you try to regain bated breath, just for an escape.

Nyen doesn't allow this though. He flips you over roughly onto your stomach, ripping away the comforting sky from your vision. Again, you want to at least protest when he greedily spreads your legs open, hand prodding at your sensitive heat.

Shit. You don't remember the last time you ventured into anything sexual. Maybe you’d rub one out when the idea popped up, but it never really did. You’ve seen a… er– dildo (if you remember correctly what it was called) once or twice when snooping around camps. It gave you a good laugh then, but you would ultimately leave it.

Now you can feel how his hard length presses up against you. It’s an uncommon sensation, and fuck – why does it have to be big?

Cutting your underwear off, his long fingers soon dip into the heat of your pussy, pushing in and out. You gasp and tremble underneath his touch. He doesn't wait for you, curling his digits up as growing wetness coats his knuckles. It's disgustingly good, making your traitorous body clench around his fingers.

Nyen looms over you, wiping the soaked knife onto dark long sleeves, helping him keep his grip on the handle. Then, he pulls his fingers out of you, tauntingly slow to hear how you whimper pathetically. “Look at you, bitch. You're fucking dripping.” He mixes the juices with your blood, “Heh, in more ways than one.”

With unbuckled jeans, he moves fully on top of you, knees pining the sides of you down as he grunts against your soft ass. Nyen then grips your hair and pulls your head back, curving your spine into an uncomfortable position. His knife finds its way to your exposed neck.

Shaking, it nips at your skin as shallow breaths escape you. He brings himself closer . “Should I just kill you now? What do you think, slut?” Adrenaline rushes through your body, a shameful cry escapes you, “No, no! Don't– don't!”

He grinds against you, “Then beg.” Shaking your head, you respond – “Please. Please let me go, I’m sorry.” A deep sinister chuckle responds, “No, bitch.” He yanks your head back even farther. Feeling his hot breath against your face, he spits, “Beg for me to fuck you.”

Tears pool in your eyes, shutting tightly when his blade grazes hurt skin once more. His hard length prods at your entrance – waiting. With a deep breath, you whisper oh-so pathetically. “Please fuck me.” You pray it's enough.

“Better than that. C'mon, or I’ll slit your pretty little fucking throat.” He yanks your hair, pushing into your skin. You panic, fat tears streaming down your face. “No! Don't kill me! Please, please just fuck me. Please.”

Your screams turn into loud cries, echoing onto the tall trees that surround the scene. Nyen relishes in your wails, nails digging into the back of your scalp before his cock sinks into you roughly. You squirm with a loud pained gasp, you weren't close to ready for him.

His knife (thankfully) removes itself from your neck, grip on the handle still iron strong. It doesn't give you anything to distract from as he stretches you out incredibly painfully. Inch by inch, your muscles contract and try to adjust to his size – but it's not nearly enough when he begins to start to move.

“You're so fucking tight.” He lets out a sharp grunt, skin slapping against yours. “You've never fucked, haven’t you?” All you can do is cry. “Perfect.”

Forgetting the threat of his knife, he reminds you with a deep slash across your back. Pain vibrates through you, hands grip at soil and blades of grass in an attempt to stiffen the burning sensation that consumes you. Nausea festers and chokes at the back of your throat, certain that if you had eaten this morning it’d be spilling out your mouth by now.

It's an entrancing sight for Nyen, the large gash displays the crimson beautiful blood dripping down your arched back and onto your asscheeks as he slams into you. It’s a lot of blood. So much so that he feels how you physically weaken under him, fully incapacitated.

He decides to flip you back onto your back once again like the ragdoll you are. There, he can see how the light in your eyes start to dim. Red, and swollen, and tear rimmed – they stare back at him, wordlessly pleading for any type of mercy.

Nyen ignores it, choosing to grab your injured thighs and hike them over his broad shoulders, angling even deeper inside of you. Tight muscles draw him closer, grunting at the feeling of your warmth enveloping him. “Shit, you're a greedy fucking thing, aren't you?” He spits at you, grabbing your face to make sure your eyes stay on him, inches separating your faces.

You don't respond, hoarse cries and moans are all the sounds you can make. Nyen’s mask taunts you, wide eyes never leaving yours as his nails scratch at your chest and waist, marking and trailing. Nyen’s nails even have the nerve to dig into your open wounds, forcing the blood to escape even faster.

Any pleas you can muster out fall on deaf ears, and you almost wish he killed you before all this. But then it clicks that this is all just a game to him – you're simply a toy. The evil grin on his face is evident of this, he's truly enjoying watching this horrible scene come undone by his hands. The chase, the torture, your cries . It only makes his heavy cock harder and his thrusts sloppier.

Your head is woozy and your vision is getting blurry. Numbness circuits through your body, the only thing you can feel is the sensation of his cock ramming into you over and over again.

Nyen lets go of your face and chooses to grab at your bouncing tits, squeezing hard enough to create bruises. His twitching cock then rubs inside of you perfectly . A loud whine follows that causes Nyen’s jaw clench at the sudden extra pressure around his length, “Ah, hgh,– take my cum like the pathetic bitch you are,”

Stars in your vision soon mix with the stars in the night sky, you can't feel your legs anymore, neither your arms. Blood loss is getting to you – and quickly.

His body drives into yours, the sensation of gore under you squelches around against skin and dirt. Then, the knot building inside your numbing abdomen finally snaps, your breath hitches and you keen loudly – writhing around him.

Nyen soon follows, basically growling at how your pulsating pussy feverishly sucks him in and empties his balls. He rides the orgasm, fucking his cum deep inside you, and basking in the gripping release.

When he pulls out and off of you, your body limps on the ground. Overlooking, he can see how your lungs shallowly take in much needed air. Blood glistens off your cut adorned skin, and god is it a fucking beautiful sight.

He tucks his cock back into his blood soaked jeans, and he can already hear about how it's extra laundry to do now. But frankly, he doesn't care. Nyen gives you a once over, just to make sure the image of you really seeps into his brain. After well enough, he pockets his knife and walks over to the criminal leather bag that started this all.

Suddenly, a weak grip holds onto his ankle. You.

You look at him with big, lidded eyes and croak out, “Wait… wait– am I… am I going to die?” He stares back at your frightened face with his reactionless one. It's quick before he gives you a sinister smile, then he yanks his ankle out from your grasp and grabs the bag that lays beside you.

“Yeah, probably.” He then pulls a cigarette out of his back pocket and lights it, flicking hot ash onto your chest.

“You were a good fuck though, I’ll give you that.” It’s patronizing. A final tear streams down your cheek as you watch him walk into the fog of the trees without another word.

You stare at the sky once again, leaves sway above and let moonlight peek through. Your inhales seem to be getting shorter and shorter, but you don't realize. You just pay attention to the movement of the leaves and the formation of stars.

Grass picks at the back of your head, it’s soft – one of the only things you can feel besides excruciating pain. You let it be your pillow, the comfort that is ever fleeting from your grasp.

This wasn't a fate you ever expected to have, it wasn't even proper death. It all makes you want to get up and fight for yourself. To live. He wasn't going to win.

But reality sinks in when your vision fills with black spots, and you remember you're actively bleeding out, abused and hurt. Dying. It hurts to move, and the lone thought of welcoming it reverberates in your mind. It’s okay… It’s okay…

With a final breath and ringing ears, darkness finally mercifully consumes you.

To the dirt you were born, to the dirt you return to.

And to the dirt you will rise up from again.

#nyen x reader #nyen catman #nyen ranfren #ranfren #x reader #dark blog #dark content #tw noncon #tw pain #dead dove do not eat #reader death

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buqbite · 3 months ago

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For the ask game. All of it ::3

(cracks knuckles) let's go

When did you start creating art?

I've been drawing consistently since I was five, but I started taking art seriously when I got my first drawing tablet in 2016!

Do you do art in any professional capacity? (Graphic design, commissions, animation, etc.)

Technically, yes! I am… haunted by the commissions I need to finish from when my big burnout hit, but after that, I want to work my way back up to being more consistent and reliable with this stuff.

What are your favorite subjects to draw? (OCs, your fan faves, etc.)

Hm.. my fan faves, and my OCs. I'm always doodling new character designs, though they're mostly women and mostly elves

What's your least favorite part of the body to draw, if any?

mouth.

What piece of art are you still proud of to this day? (Show or describe)

These two drawings will be So influential to the art direction of my game

Favorite and least favorite angles/perspectives to draw?

My favorite angle is a high angle! A Lot of my art ideas feature this view. My least favorite… not sure

Who are some artists that have inspired you?

Tatsuki Fujimoto, Haruko Ichikawa, James Fenner (!!!), and a whoooole lot of game and general concept artists.

How would you describe your art style?

Scratchy and disorienting? Something repressed shining through? An odd fever dream? Flowy and dramatic?

What's the longest you've ever suffered from artblock?

Ah… Probably a year or more. The phase that I like to call The 2023 Ego Death was one where my art suffered severely. I got out of it thanks to void archives of all people, but I'm still dealing with the consequences of that phase and tying up loose ends (commissions..)

How do you deal with art block?

Rage! and also drawing on paper. Voidie aside, what helped me the most was to draw in my sketchbook that is meant to be seen by nobody other than me, because it meant I could make as many shitty drawings as I wanted. Also keeping the sketchbook open next to me while I played hi3, so I could doodle what inspired me as I played. I should try doing that more in the future

Have you ever drawn a meme with your OCs or canon characters from a fictional media?

Totally. A whole bunch of them. I particularly love that image of those three people in a subway w a pizza, a raven n a wedding dress

Ever participated in a multi-artist collaboration (3 or more) such as a multi-animator project?

Yep! It's from my warrior cats days so that video is private now ^^

What kind of art do you personally not see the appeal of, and why?

Hm… I don't care for the generic manhwa and manga art styles. I know that I'm a bit of a hipster about it, but I just really like when an artist lets their own style shine through, like Ichikawa or Nagabe for example

Do you prefer to make fan content or original content?

I NEED a healthy dose of both to live. My original art to fanart ratio is about 70/30, but those 30% are invaluable to me. I truly do love making fanart and drawing other people's characters

Do you/have you participated in Artfight or art trades in general?

I actually used to do a lot of art trades!! I should start doing those again, now that I think about it

What was something you used to struggle to draw with confidence/ease, but have now mastered?

Hm… I haven't mastered shit, but I've become really really fond of drawing expressions, hands and backgrounds

Your personal favorite works of art (not made by you) are…?

The garden of death :3

Do you typically use filters on your art?

Yep, for color correcting! I usually apply a filter or two by the end, but aside from that I'll use filters to easily mess around w color palettes on a drawing before I merge the layers

What's your biggest insecurity when it comes to your artwork?

I always worry about how often I use the same color palettes. I'm very comfortable there, sure, but I really don't want to restrict myself when it comes to colors. I love love love colors and I want to be able to use them to their fullest potential!

What motivates/inspires you artistically? (topics, emotions, etc)

Religious things, like halos or wings, stars, and a kind of calm, but unnerving detachment from overwhelming emotions and unspeakable things (for lack of a better word lol). This pinkish ruby red that I always use is the most important color in my art, because it means… hm. Intense emotion? That's the best way I can put it. A lot of anger and pain, really. It's gonna be real relevant for Jinn btw When it comes to motivators… Well, it's both an emotional outlet and a bid for connection. Y'know, The Itch to express your thoughts and feelings in this way, and, with larger scale projects, the desire to make something that can make someone feel seen, and could inspire them. The "Man, I wanna do that" means so damn much to me

#asks #ask games #this was so fun

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ethersierra · 2 years ago

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Nanofather Lore insanepost

Alright. We've seen my murderboard. It's incomprehensible. But for those who haven't, here it is:

It includes... a lot of everything. I couldn't begin to describe the journey I went on putting this together. Without further ado:

The Nanofather, also known as "The Weaver," "Creaky Man," and sometimes "Geltfrimpen" or briefly as "wily weaver," "dirty jeremy," "muck dweller," and "crusty man," is a recurring ominous character which appears most frequently in the opening segments of The Adventure Zone: Steeplechase. He says a lot of weird shit. And after 33 episodes, I believe I have a pretty good understanding of this shit. Take a walk with me, through this 8-part dive into what the Nanofather's deal is.

I will warn you, this is... insanely long. Turn back now.

1. The Foretelling [moments leading up to the weaver]

Back in episode 18 of Ethersea, Justin mentioned how he's the last of them who has yet to DM. Then, later in the episode, Griffin loses his train of thought and Justin prompts him with "Spin the... spin the yarn" and the riffing leads Clint to say, "weave," and Justin says, "step up to the loom... let the weaving begin at the loom."

In the next episode, as the intro song fades out, Justin interjects in a high falsetto song, singing "Weave another tapestry! McElroy Family and me," and the bit goes on for a minute or so. Later, in Ethersea 24, when trying to convince Griffin to reconsider what happened in the narrative, Justin asks him to "Check your loom, weaver!"

When Justin finally makes his Steeplechase debut, he initially struggles with starting the story. So, Griffin jumps in with,

Griffin: "Can I do what you usually do to me?" Justin: "Please." Griffin: "And be like [singing dramatically] 'The yarn-spinner takes the loom in his hands and weaves a magical tale. Take the wizard by his hands as he flies you around on his rug made of wings and a angel’s hair.'"

Every subsequent episode has the same opening. The recurrence of these instances have culminated in the persona of "The Weaver."

2. The Stew [in which the nanofather discusses various culinary topics]

The Nanofather routinely brings up the food of his world, in some way. This starts as early as episode 3, in which he says, "Perhaps a few more moments before the stew is prepared."

Other segments include advice about nano-nutmeg [12], clarifications about cilantro (called corriander in the UK)[29], and directing the addressee to search for pepperoni and green pepper in "the pyre" [19].

The other three instances of mentions of food directly address Shookles the cat. First, "Shoockles, your master calls. Where's the scum canteen? Fetch it from the shoof... my thirst is unslakable" [7]. Then, in the very next episode, says, "Please... the pollen broth. My throat became so dry... Fetch me the pollen broth, Shoockles" [8]. And most recently, he speaks rather dramatically, saying, "I believe I went… as far as I could… I don’t know if… it was far enough… I’m terrified to push it further… I believe this is the limit… Yes… no, that’s true… It’s true… The greater danger is hesitation, yes… I will add one more half-teaspoon of cumin, Shookles. Thank you, Shookles, I… should listen to your culinary acumen more" [22]. This is assumedly in reference to something he is cooking, perhaps the stew mentioned in episode 3. Perhaps all of these ingredients are being used in the stew.

Either way, these interactions tell us that the Nanofather has an interest in cooking, and that Shookles acts as an assistant to him.

3. Direct Interactions [in-character conversations]

There are several instances where the Nanofather speaks with our player characters, or appears within their world.

This first happens in episode 20, when the crew enters the lair of Geltfrimpen and hears a voice familiar to the players coming from the dragon. He says, "Excuse me for this, but I have to keep up appearances." He continues to speak with the boys throughout the scene as they fight the animatronic. He says, "I’m having trouble staying here," and within the scene, Justin describes that, "The sound seems to be coming from like... the entirety of Geltfrimpen. It’s emanating from him, not localized to any one point in the dragon’s body." Beef asks the Weaver if he could come out of the dragon, to which he responds, "Would that I could." When Montrose begins refering to him as Geltfrimpen, he says, "I am not Geltfrimpen. I am here. But I am not Geltfrimpen." Emerich asks for his name, which is met with "Would that I know," but because Beef had called him creaky man earlier, the voice says "Creaky Man will suffice for now, I suppose. A good amount of christening."

He goes on to explain his situation at their behest:

"I will do my best to tell you what I know. It takes quite a bit for me to be as here as I am. But I will try. Part of me is in Geltfrimpen. But I am many places throughout the world. Part of me is here. Part of me is imprisoned here, I think. And through this act, I am no longer... trapped here, this part of me. I’m able to be more concentrated, if that—if that is the correct word, else... elsewhere... I will not be here long, and then I will vacate Geltfrimpen for good. And I will be a little bit more myself, elsewhere."

The implications within this one paragraph are that he does not have much of a physical form, and is potentially some sort of spirit, but he can manifest part of himself at will in some places. Montrose asks if he has a home base, but he says, "I’m... scattered. More accurately, I think... shattered."

He follows with even more interesting information,

"I’ve seen you elsewhere, I was... in one of the vans, as you made the thrilling escape. I was there. I called out, but it was so loud. I have watched you from the porch of Ustaben. In the... the whittling I sat, a rocking chair... I couldn’t summon up enough voice to reach you, but I called out. I called out to anyone who would listen, honestly. But you three are the first who seem to... be looking hard enough to hear."

There have been two heists with van escapes. The first is in episode 3, when Gravel pulled up in a stolen truck/van (it is important to note that they use them interchangably). The four of them were the only ones in the vehicle. However, this escape was not very thrilling, so we are going to refer to the Gutter City heist.

Sticky Finger(s) Paul Pantry asks the three of them to steal a truck called the Clean, and notes that it is made of Hardlight. When the time comes, Emerich has attuned with the hardlight Short Doug and drives in one of the trucks with him [9].

The second thing the Nanofather mentions is an obvious reference to the Ustaben attraction, Whittle Around. In the setup episode, Whittle Around is established as having a porch where "grandpa" sits and whittles wood-- grandpa, of course, being a hardlight construct who was initially Eustace but has since been replaced [0].

The combiantion of these two implies that the Nanofather exists for moments within, or as, these constructs. His spirit seems to be able to travel between them-- to what extent this is under his control remains questionable. Perhaps he is living within the park itself, haunting it. This is given further support at the end of episode 27, when an arcade machine in the back of Poppy's Place crackles with static and we hear the Nanofather say, "act... quickly." Emerich however is unable to make further contact, and this is the last time he seems to interact with them. Montrose says that they "have a ghost in the machine"[28].

4. The World He Inhabits [what we know about the environment, the character, and allusions to mechanisms of communication]

In his first appearance, the Nanofather says to the audience (which may be moreso to the players/player characters? uncertain), "welcome travelers," establishing that we are not from the same place he is.

The world he lives in is fleshed out through each episode. Highlights include "quite a long day tending to the muck fields" [5], "I've missed the meeting with the rust council"[13], and the afformentioned scum canteen. He also says, in episode 6, "I have a new tale for you. Of a muck-dweller turned hero to his- to his people… I seem to have lost it in the last rust storm." This sets him in a sort of wasteland. He also says, or rather, sings, "I'm a neutron guy, you're my nega-girl, I'll sweep you through the ash waste as we make our way through the,"[10] before he cuts himself off.

It seems to be a world where things are rough-- he says, "to make it 37 years is quite a blessing"[13]. That implies his age is 37, or that he has survived 37 years in the conditions that he is in. Additionally, he says, "you will find it in the pyre"[19], a pyre being defined as "a combustible heap for burning a dead body as a funeral rite," implying that they either have to make their own fires or 'bury' their dead.

Notably, there seems to be a recurring theme surrounding weather and time.

"It's gotten so quiet, lately... in the nights... and in the mornings... and the cyber night, the time between the night and the mornings..."[14] "It seems the storms have come early this evening"[4] "The last rust storm"[6]

This implies that time is somewhat technologically controlled, and weather is on a cycle. The building of Steeplechase, or what we are to assume is, is like holographically augmented[31], and so are the inside skies of the park. It is plausible to say the environment wherever the Nanofather is could also be simulated.

5. Wall Breaks [speaking to the players]

These indicate communication from the nanofather directly to the players. They imply to us more about the world, but more importantly, the means of communication and lore surrounding it.

In episode 9, we open the episode hearing a different voice. They say, "Hello? …Hello, spirits?" and begin to knock. "Nanofather says the spirits can hear you through the wall. Spirits… are you there?" But they are interupted by a familiar voice-- "Kavecca!," the nanofather says. "Just another of his stories, I suppose," Kavecca amends. "Kavecca, away from that! You dabble with powers you do not understand!" This raises a lot of questions from the players, about who Kavecca is, why there is another person speaking to them, and what the fuck the 'nanofather' means. What interests me is the referral to their audience as "spirits"-- and what implications does that have? Are they between the world the players inhabit and Steeplechase? Are the players spirits? Also factoring in Blades in the Dark, which has ghosts in it, which have been altered into hardlight for Steeplechase-- maybe the hardlight kept some of that original intent. Maybe that's how the nanofather is able to inhabit hardlight.

In the following episode, we find the nanofather singing a song. What follows is pretty strange.

ohh… I’m a neutron guy… and you’re my nega-girl… I’ll sweep you through the ash waste as we make our way through the…. [click] …do you hear me, Travis? Travis: What? I’m sorry… I didn’t realize I’d left the horn on. Travis: Are you speaking, are you- talking to me? Fare thee well. [10]

First, in "I didn't realize I'd left the horn on," a horn is primarily UK slang for telephone. That could be interpretted here as a literal telephone or whatever line of communication they seem to share. Next-- he directly addresses Travis. This is the first conversation the players have with this character, and so far the only. But it isn't the only time he addresses them:

Clinton? Travis? Gribby? My three… my three favourite micro-nephews. Here to visit me. What a wonderful treat this is… Come. Let me see if I can’t find you a new tale… Griffin: Gribby! Gribby can only say his own name. Justin: Oh? Griffin: Yeah, that’s sort of his thing. Justin: Do you… how do you… I’m surprised you have insight into these three new characters… already. Travis: I’m trying harder and harder to just pretend like we are not on the call when he records that part. Griffin: It’s the only way to not be... ensorcelled by the tapestry he weaves. Clint: Not me. Not me. Did you say Clinton? Clinton… Travis: It sounded like Clinton. Clint: I wonder who that is. Justin: Clinton, Travis and Gribby are apparently, I’ve just found this out with you guys, is— did he say— Griffin: The micro nephews. [15]

This is interesting because Travis is the only one whose name is not altered, and he was specifically addressed before. What we also glean from this is that the nanofather views them as micronephews, so he has an alleged relation to them. Previously, he has called them children but it wasn't apparent until now that he was addressing them specifically.

In the intro with Kavecca, it is important to note that they are the first person to call the weaver "the nanofather." We know from his time as Geltfrimpen that the nanofather has no proper name. Nanofather is more likely to be a title, or rather, a signifier of Kavecca's relationship to him, such as being his child or grandchild. This would put Kavecca on the same family tree as Clinton, Travis, and Gribby, if they really are his "micronephews."

6. Descent Into Weirdness [tonally different moments and their implications]

Everything The Nanofather says is weird, but these are the moments that absolutely baffle me, or upon which he is commenting on the story somehow.

The first time he seems to comment on the events of Steeplechase is in Episode 16, in response to a plot twist at the end of the previous episode (in which the Barrister arrived to kick Emerich's ass but they got him stuck in a machine). He says, "Oh, that’s not right… [rustling paper] …Oh, but this doesn’t make any sense, it was… The story wasn’t like this …. Or… I-Is it changing?" He then follows this in the next episode by... just... breathe-whistling menacingly? Note that this episode takes place when they are travelling between layers, on the start of their Ephemera quest.

Episode 18 starts with, "Oh… Oh, they haven’t… even begun to fathom it… But you…. You swore, we both swore? You know they’re not ready!" I wonder who the "you"/"we" is in this. Is it us as the audience, the players, or perhaps Kavecca? Eighteen is the beginning of the time they spend in Ephemera, and at the beginning of the episode Krystal has an encounter with someone in the Gallspire. This adds on to the commentary in 16 and implies that there is something bigger at play...

Episode 20 presents us with a poem of sorts:

Ever faster, ever closer, ever never slowing down… Ever nearer, ever clearer, ever nipping at the gown... Ever spinning, ever grinning, ever hearing what they please. Ever growing, ever knowing, that they are the disease…

There is no direct indication of what this is talking about, but I think it's about Dentonic. They never slow down, they don't know when to stop dreaming! They will warp whatever they must to fit their narrative and they don't care what the casualties are.

When the Weaver makes his entrance into the world of Steeplechase, at the end of 20 and speaking through Geltfrimpen, these occurences get more frequent:

"Oh, I… I’m mostly… mostly… with them now… [chuckles] ah… ah… smaller than I… assumed…" [21] "Mostly… echoes… yet to be… I’m sorry, I know that doesn’t… answer your question…" [23] "Yes… yes, I was surprised too, Shookles. What? Oh… Oh, they didn’t hear…"[25]

25 ends with Gravel being arrested for Sticky Finger Paul Pantry's murder. 26 opens with, "…yes, but I’d assumed it was… consigned to legend! I never would’ve expected- i guess… my understanding is not… what I’d thought it was. Terrifying, in a way, but also… quite wonderful." I can't even begin to parse what he's talking about.

Then of course, there is 27: "No, no, not to the boat... Only one... one node per layer... I tried to maintain hopping... but it’s too taxing... too many...noises..." What fucking boat? And he tries to hop between layers- maybe the nodes are in the things he is inhabiting. Geltfrimpen, the arcade box, hard doug, eustace... The arcade machine and Geltfrimpen aren't made of hardlight, and these are the methods through which he has actually been able to speak (he could only see through hardlight)... maybe these are the "nodes?" I wonder what the noises refer to.

When things start looking down for the crew as they try to piece together what the fuck is happening, The Nanofather opens episode 28 with, "I’m not sure yet… I’m hopeful… Ah, Shookles… optimistic…or perhaps… perhaps optimism is just the last refuge of those… with nothing left to lose..." The Nanofather is referring to himself in this line, and the fact that he considers himself to have "nothing left to lose" implies that he has a strong connection to the events in Steeplechase, particularly to the crew-- which makes sense given their previous interactions. But what is at stake for him is unclear.

In episode 30 he says, "The thought had crossed my mind… But it can’t be long now…" I must say this is particularly ominous because I have no idea what the "thought" is or what he is waiting for. His salvation?

Finally, we have episode 31. His last appearance.

"It feels… like something… has frayed…"

In this episode, Kenchal Denton speaks to the crew a lot about cutting loose ends. And then he drops them out of a hovercraft into a desert that seems to be entirely disconnected from the electrical grid Steeplechase is on. And we don't hear from The Nanofather again.

7. Ties to Clint McElroy. [the ways in which this comes back to him.]

[post-discussion following the moment in episode 10 when the nanofather asks, "do you hear me Travis?"] Travis: Is that guy my real dad? Justin: You wish Griffin: Legally, you have to tell Travis, if the muckdweller is his real dad Justin: Not the muck dweller. The nanofather. Please- Travis: Oh, it's right there in the name! I should have seen it a mile away it's so obvious now!

Now, this may be a stretch. And it started out to me as a joke, but guys. The further I get the further I am convinced. The Nanofather is connected to, if not is, Clint McElroy the Planeswalking Janitor.

Evidence A: He calls them "children" when he goes to tell them stories. Counterpoint: Clint can't be his own son. Counter-counterpoint: Clint's full name, according to Griffin on an episode of Wonderful, is Clinton Emil McElroy Jr. Meaning, he has a father named Clint.

Evidence B: When the Nanofather refers to Travis, Clinton, and Gribby, Justin later describes them as "these new characters," in the same way he insists that Clint McElroy his father and Clint McElroy the Planeswalking Janitor are separate things [Spiritbreakers Live in San Jose].

Evidence C: The Nanofather hops between layers, in a similar way to how Clint hops between planes. And the Nanofather seems to be fractured, scattered, not his whole self. He is powerful but weak. He is able to speak to players, characters, and potentially the audience? It transcends the boundaries between the two worlds...

Evidence D: Justin is a big fan of the TAZiverse. He has shown this multiple times but the ones I remember most are of course, when he introduces "Taako from Television" in Ephemera (and other Balance things, implies it was a legend passed down, etc), and when Griffin introduced that he would be playing Indrid in Dust 2. Like of fuckin course he'd be excited to bring things together more in small ways.

Evidence E: There has been increased Clint McElroy the Planeswalking Janitor activity, the most since before Ethersea. In April, Justin played the character Clint McElroy the Planeswalking Janitor in a liveshow in San Jose (I was there hi!!!), which had initially been planned for November but was rescheduled. Both of these, though, fall under the time in which Steeplechase was active, so he was thinking about this character during that time. Additionally, the merch of the month for August is a sticker of Planeswalking Janitor Clint McElroy. And he was mentioned in Steeplechase Episode 26, when there was debate over whether something was said by Emerich or his player.

Travis: I think that was Dad. Justin: Oh. Well, I mean... yeah, I guess dad could be in it too, Trav. Is that what you’re saying? Travis: No, I’m just saying, I think Dad was making the observation— Clint: Oh my God! Is this an appearance by Clint McElroy, the planes-walking janitor? Griffin: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Clint: Okay— Travis: No, no, not yet. Justin: No, we can’t, we can’t. Travis: Don’t force it, don’t force it.

Evidence F: I didn't expect to find this one. Honestly I think it shows that I have gone too far as a person. But... guys this one drives me crazy. So. We meet Shoockles in Episode 4, when The Nanofather introduces him as "Cat bart... he's my cat. Bart Shoockles." And guys I was like haha that's funny there is no way this is related... But then I was on Clint's Instagram trying to figure out if maybe he had a cat, since I know Justin has one. And I came across a photo he took of a white dog, which I wasn't sure was his until I got confirmation from an old post on one of the boys' Instagrams. But... in the caption of the post with his dog, he calls him Homer. Clint McElroy has a dog named Homer. Let me just, direct you to the Simpsons family tree:

Finally, Evidence G: Justin would go really far for a bit. He likes to have fun and get silly with his family and he knows Clint would get a huge laugh out of this. And he would also do anything to get a good age joke on his dad.

8. Conclusion [how it all comes together]

The moment you've been waiting for. What does it all mean?

The Nanofather seems to play no real importance to the main plot in Steeplechase at this point, but he has huge potential to. More importantly, looking at the Nanofather gives us some insight into the state of the park and where the player characters find themselves. He works as both a narrative framing device and as a part of the story. He talks to the players, the characters, and the audience, truly bringing a special flavor to Steeplechase.

With everything we've seen and heard, there is sufficient evidence to say that the Nanofather lives within the walls of the park, travelling using its energy grid. He has only been able to manifest to the characters through the electronics and hardlight creations. When they arrived in Kidadelphia in episode 32, it was apparent they were not connected to the same electrical grid, and there was no hardlight. The fact that he was completely silent in both 32 and 33 supports this theory, because there would be no way for him to communicate with them. Either that or they were too late and he died.

He has found himself in a wasteland, with weather and times that are controlled electronically. He is scattered, does not have a name-- a shell of who he once was. If the Carmine Denton Nanofather theory were correct, this would be a beautiful picture: the guy who created a way for others to escape is trapped in the destruction that his creation wrought... Regardless, I am concerned for his wellbeing since it seemed like he was in a hurry.

The interactions between the Nanofather and the heist crew imply that there could be a larger plot with him, but I don't know how close that is to happening. The Nanofather is one complicated guy, and if they want to save him I... guess they'll have to never know when to stop dreaming.

Thank you for coming along with me on this long and gruesome ride. I started this way back after episode 30 aired, I think. It's been simmering for a month, my own personal stew of sorts... For those of you who have helped contribute to my madness, thank you, and to those who have watched in horror, I'm sorry. It's been a real one.

And now, to send you off, I present to you this excerpt from Episode 10:

Justin: Our friend and employee Jupiter is kind enough to help pull together recaps of this dumb stuff, but Jupiter, showing a lot of wisdom here, does not track the story of the nanofather […] Travis: I think they realize it's been so clear cut at this point that any child could keep track of all the nanofather/muckdweller lore.

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chasingfictions · 2 years ago

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btw these are just some of the yellowjackets dynamics btw. To Me.

tainat are two cousins who are best friends they vanish every family holiday to go "take a walk" aka get fucking blazed down the block from their aunt's house

vanlottie are like okay. you are my master i am your disciple no you are my patient i am your nurse no you are my god and i made you a god no you are my salvation and i am begging you to stay there. bottom4service top.

taishauna are like okay youre wives but it's not romantic. youre life partners but it's not romantic. youre chosen soulmates but it's not romantic but it Is but you have never fucked and even if you did it wouldnt change anything . taishauna are like okay we are common law besties we are bound to each other by something deeper than anywhere else. taishauna said what if we were teh one healthy dynamic either of us is ever going to have with anyone. they said what if we were best friends forever. they said What If We Were Best Friends Forever.

shaunajackie is homoerotic girlbesties who kill each other what more has to be said than has already been said. theyre cathy and heathcliffe and theyre both girls and what if they kissed except they WONT and thats the POINT if they could kiss they wouldnt kill each other but they have to kill each other so.

lottienat are like . this is the most complex and profound relationship two people can have to each other is if one of them is charlotte isobel matthews and the other is natalie something italian scatorccio. if you ask me to describe it in words i cant. however i Can start crying and the crying will Hurt and that will explain it. they are the same person. im cradling them in my hands. they have known each other in every lifetime. they cant fucking stand each other and they are the only people each other can stand.

mistynat are like what if two very different kind of cats got fixated on each other by accident and now they will chase each other to the ends of the earth in increasing madcap schemes mistynat is tom and jerry . mistynat is like you know that bit at the end of pride and prejudice when everyones like. lizzie and darcy??? what????? that's mistynat to the rest of the yellowjackets . mistynat is a happy awful lab accident <3 and theyre kissing <3

shaunanat is like two siblings who are trying to kill each other and would kill for each other i'd say it in more words but i dont need it

shaunalottie is like. okay we're gonna be weird about each other forever in increasingly complex and disgusting ways yes it's gay but that's just part of it. we're dismembering each other but that's also just part of it. shaunalottie is like okay ill beat you nearly to death and youll be weird about my offspring in blood cult ways. those are real things that happened.

vannat are like oh ive known you since before i can remember what words even were .

#yellowjackets

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teecupangel · 1 year ago

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Gonna pile yet another Animal!Desmond idea onto the…very big pile: Arctic fox Desmond! Just, foxes are already clever, fast, tricky, and well known around the world, but if he was an Arctic fox specifically, with Altaïr especially, he’d be seen as something supernatural cause…yknow…you don’t get pure white animals around the Levant.

I feel like this would go well with the ADHD Fox Desmond idea before.

Also, also, arctic foxes have seasonal coat morphs. For a white arctic fox, they’re white during winter and brown and light gray during summer.

So people would definitely think that something ‘unnatural’ is happening with him considering he changes color.

“I heard from a merchant that hails from the far east that there are spirits that can change into foxes.”

“Not this again.”

“No, hear me out.”

“Stop, brother. The last time someone dared say ill about Altaïr’s… animal companion… he was sent to clean the entire keep all by himself. The recruits were delighted to not be given the task for an entire week.”

“But that was Abbas. We all know his words are poisoned whenever it concerns Altaïr. I’m sure his punishment had less to do with his attempted ‘foxnapping’ and more because Al Mualim has finally had enough listening to him speak ill of his adopted son.”

“He’s not adopted.”

“He’s a step away from being adopted.”

“Not officially.”

“Argh, fine! Just… look! That merchant says that fox spirits are known to be intelligent tricksters. Sounds familiar?”

“…”

“Did you… did you just sigh at me? Come on, you know I’m right! That fox is too intelligent for it to be normal. Not only that but fox spirits are known to change into beautiful women that seduces men!”

“… if you have any specific inclinations, I would prefer it if you don’t tell me about it.”

“I’m not talking about me! I’m talking about those two.”

“… do you mean the Al-Sayf brothers?”

“Think about it! Malik Al-Sayf let that fox get away with everything. He feeds it food secretly! He talks to the fox like it could understand everything! And Kadar? Kadar treats that fox like it’s the damn sultan!”

“Alright, brother. Calm down. First of all: Kadar treats the fox with such care because it is Altaïr’s animal companion. We all know how Kadar feels for him.”

“…”

“And Malik likes animal. He feeds stray cats. We all know that.”

“…”

“Now, do you have other wild ideas in your head you wish to talk to me about.”

“No, brother.”

“Then return to your duties and speak of this to no one. If Altaïr was to hear of how you described his animal companion as a… ‘seducer of men’, not even our master can protect you from his wrath.”

“Of course. Thank you, brother. I’ll take my leave now.”

“Safety and peace.”

“Upon you as well, Rauf.”

#i tried writing something different #an outside pov of some sort i guess #but because of this i don’t know if I should tag desmond or altaïr at all lol #desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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buggyboba · 1 year ago

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◇ Me And The Devil ◇

{Vampire!Missy x Female Reader}

A game of cat and mouse, leads to feeding your vampire alien and more.

AN: hi, hello! I have zero self control, please accept this bit of smut as an apology for being missing for a month. ♡ but also low key let me know if you want this to be a series and not a one off. -Buggy

TW: blood, Smut (fingering, reader receiving) pet names (Missy says good girl and pet) mentions of hypnosis but it's vague.

Word count: 3000 A03 link [x]

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Your heart pounded, you knew she could hear it, helping her pinpoint where you were, if that didn't do it, you had sliced your arm on something sharp in your latest attempt to hide. The scent fills the area, luring her to you like a shark. You tried to sink further into the ship, but it seemed her Tardis had a mind of its own, and it was most certainly working against you to help its master in this game of cat and mouse, silly loyal old thing.

"If you don't stop trying to hide, little mouse, I will be forced to chain you up, and as much fun as that could be." Missy’s voice was a dangerous growl, her normally cold blue eyes slit much light cat eyes and shifted to a crimson as she sniffed the air, You could see her from where you hid. There was no way she wasn't going to find you. “Where are you even trying to go, we are in space silly.” She almost spoke in a sing-song tone. “You would die, you know, frozen little chunks of human ice cubes,” she smirked. “Could use you to chill my drink,” she muttered, her eyes scanning for you.

The Time Lady was trying to hold her desire back, her fangs lengthened and her soft pink tongue ran over them. The action was equal parts salacious and terrifying. She made a show of looking everywhere around you before she jolted towards you pulling you from your hiding spot and roughly pinning your arm above your head as she pushed your body against the wall, her tongue poking into the leaking cut licking up collecting your blood, you didn't feel the sting that should have been there, the sting that kept your heart pounding, you assumed it was her saliva, you weren’t an expert on vampires, none the less alien vampires, that was the closest thing you could use to describe her.

Her eyes darkened more as she pressed against you, keeping your hips pinned with hers, sucking on the cut. “I do love it when we play cat and mouse, it's exhilarating isn't it?” She smirked against your arm, languid licks and overly loud sucks filled the air with wet bordering on lewd sounds. She kept you pinned for a moment longer before she pulled her lips and tongue away from you with a playful pop, her lips smeared with your blood. You panted softly, your head spinning.

“You like it, you know you do, my dear.” She practically purred in your ear, giving her hips a playful roll against yours, her other hand moved to grab your chin tilting it gently with two fingers, her eyes back to normal as she stared into yours, you felt your mind tug a bit, as she grinned.

You had felt this feeling before, the night she took you as her ‘companion’. She had called you that with such a tone that it had made you uneasy. She had so ‘graciously saved you from your mundane little human ape life,’ you remember her saying. She had whisked you off, showed you stars and planets, luring you into staying. Her beauty had captivated you, she was more beautiful than anything you had ever seen, with slightly pointed ears, pale skin, and those mesmerizing light blue eyes. She was charming, so charming, but there was always a hint of danger behind her words and actions. Anytime you had suggested returning to your home, or life, she would tilt your chin to have you look into her eyes, and your mind would get fuzzy and you would agree to one more adventure. You don’t remember how many times you said ‘one more adventure’, now.

Then she let you see who, what she truly was, when she had run out of her supply of what you had thought was wine. You knew now it was blood, the first time had been a whirlwind of fear and chaos, she pinned you beneath her with such strength you couldn’t squirm away, you thought she was going to take you by the way her lips were against your neck, giving your neck hot opened mouth kisses, the way her tongue curled and licked against your pulse, that had been hammering in your throat, before sinking her fangs into it, you remembered it had only hurt for a moment before a warm feeling fell over you. That's what started your new ‘relationship’, she had decided your blood was intoxicating, better than anything she had tasted lately. You were her ‘human juice box’ she affectionately called you, you didn’t find it affectionate at the time, but it had started to grow on you.

“So my dear, should we continue this somewhere more comfortable? Or do you want to run again, I do so love the chase.” she purred into your ear, kissing behind your ear, then down your neck. Sending warm shivers through you. “Submit to your Mistress, Pet.” she breathed out, her hands slowly moving down your sides to your hips, her nails dug in a bit, causing you to hiss out softly. Your hands moved to hold her arms lightly, as she kissed your neck again, her tongue pressed to your throat, making you shiver again as she licked up it. You felt your resolve slipping, your mind getting fuzzy again. “Mmm that’s it pet, say yes.” she nipped at your earlobe. You felt a soft whine leave your throat, it almost surprised you, but the sound only produced a low growl from Missy. “That wasn’t a yes,” she breathed out, not that she needed you to say yes, she could just take what she wanted, she had before, but it made the blood taste so much sweeter when you submitted. You weakly nodded, and she gave a playful mock scoff, “use your words, I know your brain isn’t too far gone, pet.” she teased and pulled you closer to her.

“Yes Mistress.” you relented finally, and she grinned wider.

“Mm, good girl.” she praised, and pulled away suddenly, the sudden lack of contact caused you to almost whine again. “Come along pet.” she motioned with two fingers to follow her, which you did with the grace of a lost puppy. The sound of her heeled boots echoed through the silent walk towards her bedroom. She would cast looks behind her to make sure you were still following, though she knew you were, her movements had a certain sway to them as she walked, a new pep in her step.

The dim, lavender light of the tardis lit the way, and soon they were in front of her door. “After you, my dear,” she said opening the door, you obediently walked in, immediately your senses were filled with her perfume, making your head dizzy again, but it had become such a familiar almost comforting scent when she wasn’t thirsty and hunting you. You felt her presence behind you, her arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back into her, her face buried into your neck, it would have been nice, almost romantic if you hadn’t known better. Her hand moved to pull your hair to the side, exposing more of your neck to her as she took in your scent, appraising you like a fine wine. She moved, slipping away from you, her hand trailed your arm to your hand, pulling you towards the lavish bed sat in the middle of the back wall, the soft black sheets calling for your body. Your legs moved, walking with her, before she gently pushed you back, the back of your knees hitting the bed’s edge, causing you to sit, she moved with you, pulling her skirt up just a bit as she moved, straddling your lap, forcing you back on the bed more. The breath caught in your throat, as she dipped her head to your neck again, planting surprisingly soft kisses against it, almost in reverence. Your eyes closed at the action, it always surprised you when she was softer, actions that didn’t fit the woman you had come to know. Her hands moved up your body, fingertips trailing up your stomach, over your chest dragging a bit until they got to your neck, feeling your pulse quicken beneath her fingertips, cold against your warm skin. You knew she was doing this for you, these soft touches, she wouldn’t admit it, she would say it was to make the blood taste better, but you had seen her tear apart an alien before, ripping into its throat, so you knew she didn’t need this to drink from you.

You let your hands move, testing if she would let you touch her, when she didn’t stop you, you let your fingers push under her tight jacket to touch her sides, feeling the soft fabric of her white blouse. You wondered if she didn’t secretly crave the touch as well, that’s why she did this so sensually. She would deny that as well, saying she was above such things, that your need for touch was just left over from the primordial ooze you crawled out of, that she was superior because her civilization had grown out of it, you didn’t believe her, not for one second. You had seen the glances, the ones where she looked at you when you weren’t paying attention. When her edges would soften just for a moment, and you could have sworn there was something there, something that wasn't just her playing with you.

Missy pulled at your top, stretching it down to your shoulder as she kissed down it more, your flesh marred with her teeth marks, scarred, and claimed as hers and only hers. Her breath ghosted against your collarbone as she nipped it, your body pressed against her more as she sucked against it, the warmth spreading through your body, you tried not to make a sound, but a harder suck produced a low groan, which seemed to amuse her as you felt her smirk against your skin, there was rarely any talking during these moments, which was also odd, because Missy wouldn’t shut up most times, but in times like this it was just them, pressed together you feeding her with your blood, her feeding you with her touch. Her lips dragged back up to your neck before you felt the pinprick of her fangs sinking into your flesh. Her body pressed harder against yours pushing you back, so your back would hit the soft mattress beneath you. Her hands wandered down again gripping your hip tightly as she sucked against your neck, drawing your blood to the surface, her eyes closed at the taste. You were divine, delicious, and exquisite, but these are praises she would never say to you, she didn’t want you to get an ego after all. Her tongue lapped at the wound she had made before she bit another part of your neck, her other hand steadied the back of your neck so you couldn’t move your head away, not that you would, she had you right where she wanted you. You felt her body shift as she pressed her knee between your legs, forcing them apart a bit, your hands grabbing at her side tighter as you arched into her more, giving a weak rut against her leg, this produced a low, almost groan sound from her.

Missy’s grip tightened as her sucks became harder, her tongue pressing harder against the wound, her senses filled with the taste and scent of you, her lip curled up in a soft snarl, as she let her hand move down your hip to your leg pulling it up against her waist. The action pulled a surprised gasp from your partly opened lips, which in turn made Missy give a dark chuckle as she freed your other leg to also find its place on her waist. She let you weakly grind against her in need. Her hand moved down her nails trailed against your inner thigh teasing closely to the apex between your legs. “Hush now you needy thing.” She muttered against your neck licking up it. “Are you going to be a good girl next time I want to feed?” She let her fingers stroke your covered slit up to tease your clit, through the fabric of your underwear.

Was she really bargaining with intimacy? She did know how to get what she wanted, and you were no exception. You quickly nodded, “Yes!” You breathed out quickly, Missy paused her hand waiting for you to fix your mistake, which caused you to whine out trying to lift your hips against her hand more. “Yes, Mistress!” You corrected after a moment, she gave a contented hum, moving her fingers again, slow teasing circles that elicited low groans from your throat.

The scent of your arousal hit her nose, and her pupils contracted as she let her lips drag up to your jaw kissing along your jawline, before nipping there, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to be aware of the sensation. Her hands moved fingers hooked around the sides of your panties, she pulled them down slowly, teasing with anticipation. Your body wanted, no you needed her touch again, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for you. She wanted your desperation, she wanted your cried-out begs, and she was going to get them.

Her fingers touched you flush slipping through the wetness of your arousal, you felt her shiver, “Mmm, barely did anything and you are practically dripping, sweet girl.” She breathed out against your ear, her breath ghosting against the shell of your ear, before she sunk two of her long fingers into you slowly, delighting in the way your walls flexed against them in need. She curled them as she thrusted them in a slow coaxing pace, determined to draw it out and make you beg her for it. Once again her teeth were in your neck, causing you to cry out in pleasure, your body softly shaking beneath her as she worked slowly.

“Mi-Missy please!” You breathed out quickly, your hips moving to meet her pace rocking trying to urge her, but you knew it wasn't going to work, she had her mind set on dragging it out, making you a writhing mess, she wanted to draw screams from you. She made a contemplative ‘hm’ sound giving her fingers a particularly harder deeper thrust into you, causing your body to jolt in pleasure. “Mistress please!” You tried using her title instead of the name she had given you, this earned you a bit faster and steady movements, her fingers curled to press against your walls, pressing and rubbing with expert precision your sweet spot, the sound that left your throat was of pure pleasure as you tilted your head back more. A soft stream of cursing and her name fell from your lips. “Please! I need!” You choked out your thighs starting to shake.

“Mm need what?” She leaned away smirking. “Come on pretty girl, use your words…I know you can, or have your brains gone all mushy from pleasure?” She grinned, her thumb circling your clit in a teasing manner, firm enough to add to your pleasure but not enough to push you over. “You can do it.” She teased you playfully. “Tell your Mistress what you want…and maybe she will give it to you, kitten.” She watched the pleasure wash over your cheeks in a blush, “look at you red as a cherry…” She mused. “Probably thrice as sweet.” She breathed out licking her lips.

“I need more!” You whined softly.

“More? you needy girl!” She gave a cheeky look at you. You gave an exasperated sound, her teasing always got to you, and you were always a breath away from trying to choke her, or kissing her at any given time. “Oh you sound so desperate, go on ask me nicely.” She nipped at your jaw softly.

“MISSY!! Please! I need more of you, Mistress, please!” You begged out quickly, not sure how much of her slow teasing you could take. She rolled her eyes acting like Your need inconvenienced her game, it probably did but you couldn't think about it right now, your blood was on fire in desperate need of release.

“Oh alright then pet.” She tsked, her fingers moved faster drawing beautiful moans from your throat, pushing you farther into pleasure, driving you to the edge of your climax.

Her teeth drew across your neck again, to your throat as you let out a louder groan, her tongue pressed against it feeling the vibrations, she let her lips settle between your jaw and where it connected with your neck sucking there, pulling the blood to the surface making a dark bruised hickey.

The pleasure finally washed over you as you arched against her again, a choked out loud “Missy~” as you came, her fingers moved still coaxing you through your climax until she was sure you were spent, your body giving small shakes in the aftershock, she pulled her fingers from you. You watched as she let her tongue wrap around her digits cleaning you off them, a soft gasp escaped from your parted lips.

“I was right thrice as sweet.” She smirked at you. “You made a mess, sweet girl.” She mockingly stated. “But because you were good, I suppose you can stay here at least until you recover.” She shrugged. You nodded softly, you knew it was because she wanted you there, and you would take it for tonight. These rare moments always warmed you, you craved them, and she gave you just enough of them to keep you wanting more.

Missy moved off the bed, her tongue darted out to collect the bit of blood from the corner of her lips that remained. "Get some sleep," she said moving to leave you in the bed, alone with your thoughts. Fuck, you were a human juice box for the hottest woman you had ever seen, and you couldn't help but feel excited for the next time she would need to feed.

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warmrevolver · 4 months ago

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Get to know your mutuals !

Thank you for the tag @daisychain-unchained ! Love to see a Hannigram and Gallavich mention in your answers :p Got a bit carried away writing these answers but it was fun!!!

What's the origin of your username?: I’m actually very proud of my username I was so happy to see it wasn’t taken. It’s a reference to my favourite Beatles album+song (Revolver and Happiness Is A Warm Gun). Warm gun was the first Beatles song that I fell in love with and Revolver was the first album I ever listened to. Thought it was quite clever to replace the word ‘gun’ with ‘revolver’ teehee

OTP(s) + ship name: Mclennon of course but I also love Ryden (Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie). Fictional faves include Hannigram (Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter), Bagginshield (Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Oakenshield), Aralas (Aragorn and Legolas) and JOHNLOCK!!! (Sherlock Holmes and John Watson)

Favourite colour: I always struggle to pick one so I will say red and brown

Song stuck in your head: Currently it’s Mumbo by Wings and Cologne by Beabadoobee. Also the entire Grease soundtrack… It’s almost always on in the background.

Weirdest habit/trait: I purse my lips when I’m really concentrating on something lol I also have a habit of drafting my message responses in my head, which sometimes makes me leave people on delivered because I think I’ve already replied when really I was talking to them in my head.

Hobbies: Reading + writing, drawing, researching my interests (I spend hours reading and watching things about The Beatles), rewatching the same movies and shows over and over again, sleeping lol, video games (watching game plays rather than playing them myself)

If you work, what's your profession?: I’m currently doing my A-Levels but I am going to the University of Liverpool in September to study English Literature!! Yes The Beatles influenced my uni choice, what about it?

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?: I’d honestly stay in education for the rest of my life if I could: get a masters in English, do a History degree, publish academic writing etc. Wouldn’t want to be a teacher though seems like a very exhausting job lol

Something you're good at: I can write a mean english essay, I can also recite every word of the Twilight and Lord of the Rings movies (much to the displeasure of whoever I am watching the movies with)

Something you hate: I am a hater at heart so this list is endless but some of the things on it include: Dry texters, condescending people, Dr Pepper, cancel culture, people who eat messily, STEM students who hate on humanities students, EYE CONTACT

Something you collect: Records, I invested in an Audio-Technica record player for my 18th and so far, all my money has gone towards buying Beatles records. I also have multiple copies of Wuthering Heights and I am always on the hunt for more.

Something you forget: DATES, whether it’s a deadline, a birthday of an important family member or a historical event, dates are my enemy.

What's your love language?: Physical touch, my boyfriend must be sick of me asking to cuddle while listening to music by now lol

Favorite movie/show: I am a huge Lord of the Rings nerd, have been since as long as I can remember. There are so many TV shows I adore, but currently it’s gotta be Hannibal (recently finished my rewatch of season 2 and I am distraught)

Favorite food: Lithuanian kebabs *drools* genuinely the most delicious food on the planet, I have to get them every time I visit family there. I feel bad for anyone who hasn’t tried them

Favourite animal: Very basic but I love cats, raccoons and orcas

What were you like as a child?: I’ve always been described as academically gifted, so very much a teacher’s pet and people pleaser. Early teenage years were a horrible time for me and it reflected in my interests: was very into emo music, creepypastas, psychological horror (all the typical troubled, depressed kid interests). I’ve been in fandom spaces since I was a pre-teen, so I was always yapping about my interests to anyone who would listen.

Favorite subject at school: English of course <3 I’ve loved it for a very long time and can’t wait to do my degree this year. History is a close second tho!

Least favorite subject: MATHS. I was SHIT at maths. When I found out I had passed my Maths GCSE and knew I didn’t have to resit the exam I literally jumped up and down with joy. I also hated science, although Chemistry wasn’t too bad.

What's your best character trait?: I talk to everyone like I would talk to a lifelong friend. I have always been terrible at small talk so I talk to every person very openly, I think it’s better than faking friendliness

What's your worst character trait?: I’m a very angry person; I can get irritated very quickly and can hold grudges for a very long time, it’s gotten me into a lot of complicated situations in the past…

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?: John Lennon :( thinking about the fact that I’ll never meet him makes my heart hurt… Since Johnny is the obvious answer I would also love to meet P!ATD in their prime, they’re not dead but I think young Ryan Ross and I would’ve been great friends lol

tags! @watermonstah @carsonsmccullers @fishfingerpies @buttahpie (no pressure to participate of course I just have a severe lack of mutuals lol)

#tag games #my post #always appreciate being tagged in tag games!#I need more mutuals I’m just shyyyyyy

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platinumrosetail · 12 days ago

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Ellooooo :3 I don't know if you still do Heavens Official Blessing requests, but I say the master list thingy while searching for qi rong lol

But I was wondering if you could do a Qi Rong x gn!reader? Like, the reader is a cat demon or something as well!! And they're meeting Qi Rong for the first time and they're being all silly/mischievous as a way to have fun with him? I'm sorry I'm not great at describing things ;-;

Anyway, I hope you have a wonderful day/night!!!!!! :D

Oooh! Yes, I am still doing requests! Thank you for requesting from me! Greatly appreciate it!! Also I changed cat demon to cat ghost (not actually a cat but a ghost that gained cat like features) as I felt that was more close to it hope you don’t mind! 😁 also it’s been a while since I had a request that I was able to do so I’m a bit rusty so if this is short because of it then I’m sorry. 😅

Warning: noob author, gender neutral!reader, qi rong, and others

Character: qi rong.

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You were in cat form when you actually met the ghost; you heard of him from many rumors while on your mischief escapades but never met until you ended up in his lair.

It was more of you meeting him without him knowing than you both meeting each other. While in his lair you began creating mischief with his ghost henchmen, creating chaos that none of them knew where it was coming from.

It wasn’t until two weeks had passed before you introduced himself to him as he’s been complaining about the chaos you created without him noticing you before.

When he found out that you were the one creating chaos he was very much mad indeed but then intrigued not long after as you told him that what you did could’ve been worse than that.

He decided to keep you around; though he didn’t really have a choice as you would’ve stayed with or without him knowing. So from then on you two became a package deal when creating chaos in the human realm.

The two of you were like two peas in a pod, soon becoming fast friends in a span of a couple of days.

Rest in peace to everyone that comes across the two ghosts that became friends…. Xie lian didn’t know if he should laugh or cry…

(A/n: hope yall liked it! Also yes I had to on that last part lol 😂 it was too perfect not too lol, anyway glad I was sort of able to do my usual length than I thought as I was really thinking it was going to be a bit short considering it’s been a while since I had a request; at least it felt like it what with all the things that recently happened after my last request 😅, sorry this took a while as well! I sort of got busy so I didn’t have time or was able to get in the mood for it until now 😅. Anyway I believe that’s it so hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night! 😁)

#anime #anime x reader #x gn y/n #x gn reader #gn reader #platonic x reader #qi rong #qi rong x reader #qi rong x reader platonic #platonic #male x reader #reader imagine #x reader fanfiction

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magicschild · 3 months ago

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Chapter 16

The Potion’s Master

Summary:

DAY TWO IN THE CHAMBER They read the next chapter, The Potions Master, and get a little insight into the educational standards at Hogwarts.

Notes:

BOLD = Bookquotes ITALICS = Parsel UNDERLINE = Younger Version of a Character

Apparently no one was safe from the two medi-witches. Even the headmaster had been poked and prodded and put to bed. And when he'd questioned them, they'd outright told him he must have a deficit in his cognitive abilities to have ever allowed a twelve year old near a basilisk.

And what was worse, Albus was beginning to think she might be right.

A basilisk? Had the chamber of secrets re-opened during Harry's time at the school. He couldn't even imagine it. He would have closed the school, surely. He knew the risks of keeping it open under such conditions. And it was not worth it.

Since most of the chamber's inhabitants were now residents of the hospital, they reconvened there in the morning after breakfast to continue reading. No one willing to waste time not reading the book.

The younger professor Flitwick opened the book to the correct page and smiled at his colleagues. "Oh, dear... Looks like we're all going to be under the looking glass. This will be an interesting way to analyse our teaching practices."

None of the other teachers looked as eager as the two heads of Ravenclaw. With a flick of the half-goblin's wand, the book started up again.

‘There, look.’... he was trying to concentrate on finding his way to classes.

"That stopped eventually though, didn't it?" McGonagall frowned. She hadn't realised the boy had been hounded on his very first day.

Harry shrugged. "It was always worse at the beginning of the school year."

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts:

"How did you know that?" young George asked.

"Counted them," he said.

"On your first day?"

"Er... yeah. Plus, I'm pretty sure Hermione had said something in the common room..."

"No. No, that's not in Hogwarts: A History, Harry," Hermione said, struggling to hide her surprise.

wide, sweeping ones;... the coats of armour could walk.

"They can," Albus said with a knowing look.

"We know. They are part of the school's defenses," Ron said.

"Saw them in action at the Battle of Hogwarts," added Dean Thomas from where he was sitting next to his younger self and Seamus Finnagan.

Battle of Hogwarts? Surely the deatheaters hadn't attacked the school... That had never been part of his plan.

The ghosts didn’t help, either... ‘GOT YOUR CONK!’

"Your dad taught him that," Remus said with a small smile.

Even worse than Peeves... on their very first morning.

"Your first morning?" Sirius whistled. "It took us two weeks to annoy him."

Filch found them trying to force their way through a door... lamp-like eyes just like Filch’s.

"I hate that cat," Remus growled, his eyes turning amber.

She patrolled the corridors alone... to give Mrs Norris a good kick.

"I hope you didn't," young Mrs Weasley said sternly, glaring at Harry and her own children.

"Of course not," Harry said, trying not to sound offended. Obviously, he wouldn't hurt the cat.

And then, once you had managed to find them... funny words.

"Obviously," muttered Snape.

They had to study the night skies... found out what they were used for.

Pomona blushed lightly at the description of her. She wasn't ashamed of her body, but it was strange hearing it being described in a book.

Easily the most boring lesson was History of Magic... got Emeric the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.

"It's also Hogwarts worst performing subject," Minerva grumbled to her colleagues.

"Why keep Professor Binns on then?" Hermione asked, overhearing her.

"The Headmaster insists," young Flitwick answered, "much to the rest of the faculty's frustration."

"You know that doesn't help the issues between purebloods and muggleborns," Harry said. "Just another example of how Hogwarts is failing to prepare muggleborns for joining the wizarding world."

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher... and toppled out of sight.

"Well... That's embarrassing," the younger Flitwick muttered.

Professor McGonagall was again different... You have been warned.’

"Never kicked me out though, Professor Minnie," Sirius said with a grin.

"Doesn't mean I didn't consider it," the younger witch said.

Her older counterpart laughed. "You were good enough to do your mastery. I'd have been a fool to kick you out. Even if you were a troublemaker."

Then she changed her desk into a pig... gave Hermione a rare smile.

"I'd been practising at home," Hermione admitted with a blush. "Hadn't succeeded yet. But I'd been trying."

The class everyone had really been looking forward... Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

"More like it was to mask the smell of rotting flesh," Harry muttered, causing Sirius's eyes to go wide in alarm.

Harry was very relieved to find out... much of a head start.

"Practically, you were all on the same level. Except perhaps the Slytherins," Flitwick explained. "They often receive home tutoring from masters in the year before starting Hogwarts."

"Draco certainly did," Lucius said. "Although that was always secondary to his lordship lessons."

Young Lucius was nodding along. "He studied all the core subjects for six months and then used the last six months to focus on his favourites; potions and defence."

Friday was an important day... without getting lost once.

Everyone cheered. Impressed that the two first years had managed that. It was easy to get lost in Hogwarts. Especially in the areas closest to the house common rooms as those parts of the castle were designed to make it harder to find the students' sleeping quarters.

‘What have we got today?’... ‘Double Potions with the Slytherins,’ said Ron.

All the lions groaned.

‘Snape’s Head... see if it’s true.’

"Of course, it's true," George grumbled, forgetting that he'd formed a sort of truce with the sour man.

‘Wish McGonagall favoured us... a huge pile of homework the day before.

"I want my lions to succeed, Mr Potter," young Minerva said sternly.

Just then, the post arrived... happened to him so far.

"And for you, Heir Potter, that is saying something," young Lucius said, glancing at his friend. He could only imagine how Severus had responded to seeing his childhood nemesis's child in his classroom.

At the start-of-term banquet... hated him.

"You're exaggerating, Mr Potter," Minerva said sharply. "None of your professors hate you."

"Tell that to the ones that tried to kill me," Harry retorted. "In fact, I've been attacked by every defense professor I've ever had. Except perhaps Snape, but even he's been verbally abusive. So... yeah, I count that six out of six."

"Your teachers have attacked you?" Sirius demanded, before glaring at the teachers. "Durmstrang is looking better and better."

Krum piped up from where he was sitting awkwardly alone in one corner. "Potter, it vould be an honour to have you at Durmstrang."

Potions lessons took place... he paused at Harry’s name.

"Oh dear," Minerva muttered, glancing at the potion's master. She'd trusted him and he'd betrayed them. What if the students had been telling the truth about his teaching methods?

She'd never taken them seriously, but with hindsight she couldn't help but think that was likely a terrible mistake.

‘Ah, yes,’ he said softly, ‘Harry Potter. Our new – celebrity.’

"Severus!" young Minerva took a sharp breath.

Snape for his part avoided looking at anyone, working hard to maintain his occulmency shields. If his older self knew nothing of the boy's home life, it was easy to imagine that he had been far from kind.

Draco Malfoy... They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.

"That's strangely descriptive," Tonks muttered.

‘You are here to learn the subtle science... even stopper death

"That's a brilliant opening to the class, Severus," young Flitwick said.

– if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.’

"Ah, forget I said anything," young Filius said, shaking his head.

More silence followed this little speech... root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?’

"That's not a first year question," young Pomona said. "That's a little hard, don't you think?"

"I had been informed by the headmaster that the child had received training, that he was not uneducated." Severus glared at the headmaster.

Powdered root of what to an infusion of what?... ‘Tut, tut – fame clearly isn’t everything.’

Sirius looked on the verge of attacking the potion's master and Remus's eyes were definitely flashing amber. The teachers were looking at Severus like he'd grown two heads.

Yes, McGonagall thought to herself, she'd given Severus Snape far too much credit.

He ignored Hermione’s hand... find me a bezoar?’

"Another unreasonable question," Filius muttered.

"I shouldn't have to remind you all that I am a spy," Severus said quietly. "And the Gryffindors and Slytherins took the class together. There were children in that room that could report back to their death eater parents, if I was kind to him."

Hermione stretched her hand as high... who were shaking with laughter.

"Case in point," Lucius agreed.

He wasn't surprised to hear that his friend had been a spy. He'd always been suspicious and he knew Dumbledore certainly thought he was. But just whose side was Severus Snape actually on?

‘I don’t know, sir.’... Magical Herbs and Fungi?

"Wrong book, Heir Potter," Severus said with a small, somewhat kind smile. "It's worth noting that he would have known the answers to both questions had he received the muggleborn initiation pack."

"Huh?" Harry asked, "What's that, sir?"

"A set of books specifically prepared for each muggle raised child," Severus said. "The information about a bezoar is something most magical children learn very young. It's on par with muggles learning how to cross the street safely."

"I didn't get an initiation pack."

"Clearly. That is the fault of your teachers and on their behalf, I apologise."

Everyone looked at the potion's master like he'd suddenly turned all the colours of the rainbow. Did he really just apologise? And to a Potter no less!

Snape was still ignoring... At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching towards the dungeon ceiling.

"Miss Granger!" Minerva was shocked at her lion's behaviour. "That is no way to behave in the classroom. No matter what we may think of Professor Snape's conduct, he is asking another student a question. NOT the entire class and your behaviour is a distraction. This was really quite selfish of you. You failed to respect the education of your fellow students, with your need to show off."

Several people's eyes bulged out at that. McGonagall never had a bad word to say about Hermione. And Hermione herself looked close to tears.

"I..." She didn't know how to respond to such criticism from one of her favourite teachers.

"You were eager to prove yourself," Minerva said, her tone softening. "However, you should never allow that to be at the expense of your peers."

‘I don’t know,’ said Harry quietly... Snape, however, was not pleased.

"That won't go down well," Flitwick said. "Although it was most likely not your intention. It sounds like you're laughing at her."

"I would have presumed you to be a bully, just like your father for that," Severus admitted.

‘Sit down,’ he snapped at Hermione... aren’t you all copying that down?’

"Because you didn't tell them to," Pomona said softly, censure clear in her voice.

There was a sudden rummaging... house for your cheek, Potter.’

"Just a point, Severus?" young Flitwick's eyes glittered. Severus was known to take points from Gryffindor in the double figures at every opportunity.

Things didn’t improve for the Gryffindors... except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like.

"I am his godson," young Malfoy boasted.

"And more to the point, I taught you how to brew myself," Severus said with a roll of his eyes.

He was just telling everyone to look... sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"How did you melt a cauldron, Neville?" the younger Augusta asked. "Your potion tutor was always so impressed with your comprehension of the subject."

"Er..." He looked about awkwardly. "Professor Snape made me nervous and... well... I was always better at the preparation, than the actual brewing."

"Not to mention he was working with Seamus!" Ron said with a snicker.

"HEY!" Seamus complained in time with his younger self.

"Potionmaking is eight tenths proper preparation, Heir Longbottom," Severus said. "I apologise if you find me... intimidating. I may seem overstrict in the potion lab, but it is mostly just because I wish to ensure my students' safety. My predecessors had too many accidents in their classrooms for my liking. Often with consequences that could not be undone."

He did not want to tell them the sort of disasters he'd seen when Slughorn was potions master.

‘Idiot boy!’ snarled Snape... Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.

"Really! That boy should be on his way to the hospital wing, not being shouted at by his professor." young Madam Pomfrey fumed.

Both Augusta Longbottoms looked like they were preparing for a meeting of the board of governors. Not only would she have Dumbledore out of a job, but Severus Snape too. Although she had to admit, he'd been kinder in the chamber, than they were seeing in the book. She's hold judgement for now. After all, she was a secret Slytherin if ever there was one.

‘Take him up to the hospital wing... That’s another point you’ve lost for Gryffindor.’

"Completely unreasonable!" Minerva glowered at the potion master she had once counted among her closest friends.

"Still only a point though," young Flitwick said knowingly.

This was so unfair... ‘I’ve heard Snape can turn very nasty.’

"I'm beginning to see that," Pomona said mournfully. More than one puff had quit potions, even though they were quite good at it, just to avoid being taught by Severus. And no convincing on her part could change their minds.

As they climbed the steps... why did Snape hate him so much?

"How many reasons do you need?" Ron asked, letting out a booming laugh.

"That list has certainly grown since first year," Granger agreed.

‘Cheer up,’ said Ron... not as fierce as he looked.

Several people laughed at that.

"It's the ones with the cuddly names you have to fear," Harry teased.

"Yeah, don't forget Fluffy!" Ron said.

"Aragod and Norbet don't fit into your hypothesis, Harry," Hermione said.

"There are always anomalies, Hermione."

"Fang and Fluffy are literally the only ones that work," Hermione huffed.

‘This is Ron... yer twin brothers away from the Forest.’

"If I hear one more word about you going into that forest," Mrs Weasley chided George.

"He's a grown man, Molly. Enough," Mr Weasley said, patting her arm gently.

The rock cakes... first lessons.

"You should have said," young Hagrid said bashfully.

Fang rested his head on Harry’s knee and drooled all over his robes.

"Eww," several children said, grimacing at the idea of being covered in drool.

Harry and Ron were delighted... Filch puts her up to it.'

"Really, Hagrid?" the young Pomona asked. "Whatever happened to loyalty amongst colleagues?"

Harry told Hagrid about Snape’s lesson... his eyes when he said that.

"Yeah," Harry muttered. "People were always lying about stuff. And you were all pretty transparent."

Severus scoffed, causing Harry to look at him.

"You never lied. I was grateful for that."

"You'd never have known if I had," Severus sneered, although strangely feeling a warm sense of pride at the praise coming from the young prince.

"I'd have known," Harry muttered.

‘How’s yer brother Charlie?... changed the subject on purpose.

"He most likely didn't want to tell you about your father's history with Severus," Remus said awkwardly. "Especially after all the horrible things your relatives had said about your parents."

"Couldn' be the one ter tell ya, Harry. Didn't seem right. Damaging yer father's memory like that." Hagrid gave him an apologetic look.

While Ron told Hagrid... It might’ve been happening while we were there!’

"Well, that's interesting," Moody murmured. The employees of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement leaned forward in their seats. "Potter, you said there was a death eater in the pub, right?"

"Yes, sir." Harry could literally see the auror's brain working.

There was no doubt about it,... another rock cake.

"Not suspicious at all," George teased.

Harry read the story again... Had that been what the thieves were looking for?

"Good deductions, Potter," Alastor said with a sharp, shark like grin that might even put the goblins' to shame for it's blood-thirstiness.

As Harry and Ron walked... that he didn’t want to tell Harry?

"That's the chapter," young Flitwick said. "Carry on with the next?"

"When can we leave the hospital?" Hermione grumbled.

"When I tell you that you're back to optimum health," the young Madam Pomfrey replied curtly.

"I guess we should just continue then," Hermione said with a huff.

#Harry Potter #harry potter and the philosopher's stone #harry potter fanfiction #characters reading harry potter #master of death harry potter #book 1 harry potter #characters reading harry potter books #sacrificing magic's child #magical culture #hp fanfic

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dujour13 · 1 year ago

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🍓🍻 and 🥃 for Siavash

Thanks Embers! 💕💕

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

One of his most significant moments is in Desna’s temple in Kenabres when he's transported to Elysium by Aranka’s song. The strawberries-and-jasmine scent of Elysium stays with him as a reminder of that wonderful place, his soul’s home. Baking cookies ranks right up there too 🦋

His choice of personal scent is something like sandalwood or patchouli with floral notes. He describes Woljif’s scent as fresh rain and woodsmoke and it drives him a little bit crazy.

Smells he hates: sulfur (looking at you, Meph). Also the absolute reek of a whole barn full of goats burning down (Baphomet).

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Answered here!

🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

I really had to ponder these. Hardest thing is separating his taste from my own.

Favorite show.... He could really get invested in one of those reality shows where they drop people on a desert island and they have to survive and fall in love? But I don’t know what I’m talking about because I never watch that kind of thing, I guess you can tell. He would LOVE ATLA.

As for book(s) – I would lend him all my Discworld books and the Master and Commander series (no hope of getting them back I guess) and I hope he’d like them. But I think so. He’d enjoy the adventure, humor and the great characters and relationships.

On social media he would love to connect with people (and show off) on Insta but the overall vibe would put him off. Never give this man TikTok – just keep him away from it. He might have a YouTube channel with wholesome guitar lessons, like the Bob Ross of guitar.

Favorite musician/band... also incredibly difficult because he has eclectic taste and so do I but do our tastes overlap...? Hozier would be his idol. I think he’d love oldies by the great talents like Nina Simone, Marvin Gaye, Cat Stevens, Simon & Garfunkel, David Bowie, David Gilmour (Pink Floyd), Earth Wind & Fire, Tim Buckley, Fleetwood Mac, Queen, Kate Bush, Pearl Jam. Stuff with heart and soul.

#thanks for the ask!!#undyingembers #siavash #pwotr pals

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toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp · 1 year ago

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Hello and welcome to Day 3 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies" everyone!

Today, my brain felt like dragging out a SVSSS crossover with Genshin Impact that came to me during the 4.4 livestream. (Gaming's trailer was the reason this idea came back with a vengeance to me)

Also, before I begin with describing the idea itself, a bit of a warning: I might start rambling midway through because my thoughts are chaotic (and I am also experimenting with some text formating to ease my explanations for the following fics. Plz, tell me if it looks ok or not)

Edit: As of February 6th, this fic has a title:

"Gaming's Dimention Hopping Master (and his annoying Harem)"

So, let's get started:

First and foremost, I wanna send Shen Jiu (who is still a deciple; basically just before he is named Peak Lord - he should be around 18 to 20 maybe?) to Teyvat via a portal opening during the Immortal Allience Comference (or during a mission - still haven't decided fully yet) and he land straight in the middle of the Archon War in Liyue about 2000 years before the canon events in Genshin.

With me so far? Good.

Shen Jiu was with Liu Qingge and, possibly, Yue Qingyuan (if you want even more angst in this than it will have) when the portal opens. Whether the portal aimed for Shen Jiu or he pushed one of the other two out of the way, the end result is that LQG and YQY see Shen Jiu disappear before their eyes. (Again, angst galore for YQY for the moment)

Shen Jiu, after ending up in Liyue mid-archon war, is more focused on getting back to where he was... until he saw some children that were in danger due to the active warfare around them (monsters everywhere who are very much looking to make as much carnage as possible).

Now, look, I am not denying that Shen Jiu is an asshole (to say the least), but he is also a cultivator whose job is to protect civilians from monsters/demons and who is send on missions to do these things. Him saving some children doesn't mean he is not still an asshole. It just means he has some morals and a sense of duty. That is all. He is still very much the sharp-clawed cat that spits poison when people approach.

What happens next is simple: some adepti/yaksha find him while he is fighting the monsters. The adepti help in defeating the monsters and - barely manage to - convince Shen Jiu to follow them to safety.

From there, Shen Jiu is on a rollercoaster of emotions:

First, he learns that no one in this place ever heard of Cang Qiong Sect, and that leads to the idea that he is from somewhere outside of Teyvat.

Second, neither Shen Jiu nor the adepti (of the God they serve named Rex Lapis) seem to know how to get Shen Jiu back to his world.

Third, Shen Jiu misses Yue Qingyuan. Like a lot. Especially so after he learns that there might not be a way for him to get back.

Fourth, this place (Liyue) is in the middle of a war. And that is terrifying because Shen Jiu might just die here, too.

Fifth - and this is the most weird point of them all for Shen Jiu - these adepti seem to almost... care about his well-being? Which, of course, is impossible in Shen Jiu's mind. Not only is he not even part of this world, but they barely know him for a little less than a week. There is no way people can care about him this easily, right? There must be something that they want from him, right?

All in all, this is stressful for our paranoid Shen Jiu. He is fully convinced the adepti and their God only saved him so that he (who is not of this world) could help them win this war. Shen Jiu hates owning people, so he will help them just to not own them anything. (Owning someone a debt is dangerous, and Shen Jiu knows that too well)

Meanwhile, the adepti + Morax (and Guizhong, if she is still alive) look at Shen Jiu and go: "This poor little child. He is so small and skinny. He needs to be somewhere safe and to be fed three full meals a day."

What follows is Shen Jiu trying to help the adepti (so he can pay his debt to them) and the adepti trying (emphasis on trying) to take care of Shen Jiu. It's a hodgepodge of both sides trying to help the other without making too much fuss about it. And not to mention that both sides become attched to each other - even if Shen Jiu will die before he ever admits this. And so things seem to continue like this for months, and everything is more or less fine. That is until Shen Jiu takes a hit for one of the adepti (or even for Xiao) on the battlefield.

That attack wouldn't have killed an adeptus (not that Shen Jiu would know that), but it can kill a human. And, for all that cultivation that Shen Jiu has, he is still fundamentally human. So, Morax gives him the option to make a contract with him so that Shen Jiu will live. The price is a simple but heavy one: Shen Jiu will not be human anymore, but an adeptus.

Seeing no other way out of this death situation, Shen Jiu accepts. He wants to live so he can go back to his world. If he can live, he will live. He is not picky about the method - he did way worse things for the sake of survival before.

Thus, Shen Jiu becomes an adeptus and continues to help Morax and the others in protecting Liyue through the Archon War. At the end of the war, many were lost, and yet, Shen Jiu believes it could have been worse. With Morax now an Archon, peace can come back to Liyue.

Since Morax is aware of Shen Jiu's love for the arts, he proposed that their newest adeptus settle down in a place where the arts and traditions are very much appreciated: Chenyu Vale. And that place has become Shen Jiu's new home for the next 2000 years.

Meanwhile

Going back to the SVSSS/PIDW world, Shen Jiu's disappearance is a very heavy blow to Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge. Here are some exerpts from my own angst-filled imagination about them:

"He barely had his Xiao Jiu back for 3 years at the sect, where he is safe and within his grasp, and now, once again, he is taken away from him. And Yue Qingyuan regrets a lot of things - but most of all, he regrets not coming clean to Xiao Jiu about their past and his failure to save him. He regrets this so much, and yet he is unable to do anything to change it. He had so many chances to come clean - now there is no guarantee that Xiao Jiu is even alive any longer."

"Liu Qingge, for all he had hated Shen Qingqiu, is also heavily impacted by his disappearance. Not having someone like Shen Qingqiu - with a sharp tongue and not a very nice personality - should be a relief. And yet, it just makes him feel empty. There is no one to curse at Liu Qingge and yet there is also no one to fight him everytime he visits (read: barges into) Qing Jing Peak. After their searches for Shen Qingqiu yielded no result, Liu Qingge insisted that Yue Qingyuan let's him break the news to Shen Jiu's family. (Shen Qingqiu was a spoiled young master - there is no doubt in Liu Qingge's mind that his family is worried sick for him. They deserve to know what happened to Shen Qingqiu most out for everyone.) Hearing that Shen Jiu is - was - an orphan was not what Liu Qingge thought he would hear. That was not what Liu Qingge ever wanted to hear. Because that had to be a lie, right? ... but if it wasn't a lie and Liu Qingge was wrong about Shen Qingqiu being a spoiled young master... what else was he wrong about?"

For the following 15 years, all the Peak Lords felt Shen Jiu's absence - Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge, and, surprisingly, Qi Qingqi the most of all. (Especially so after a lot of information about their former martial brother came to light)

Luo Binghe still comes to Cang Qiong Sect, but since there was no Shen Qingqiu to be named Qing Jing Peak Lord and to take the boy into his peak out of spite, he is taken in by the Bai Zhan Peak Lord, Liu Qingge.

Ning YingYing also still ends up as a desciple at Qing Jing Peak - but she is very much bullied by her fellow brothers and sisters for her poor performance and young age.

Yue QingYuan is only alive because he had yet to extinguish that hope to see his Xiao Jiu alive again. Liu Qingge and Qi Qingqi hope to see Shen Qingqiu again as well so that they can both apologize to him - for the rumors that Qi Qingqi started, for the insults that Liu Qingge thew at him, for not being better martial siblings for him. (Even if Shen Qingqiu might be at fault for that too, they also can't excuse their own behavior)

But then, during the Immortal Allience Comference in which Luo Binghe participates, another portal, very much resembling the one that took Shen Qingqiu away from them, opens up again and takes Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge, Qi Qingqi, Liu Mingyan, Luo Binghe and Ning Yingying with it.

Now, all five cultivators (and a demon) are thrown into Liyue 2000 years after Shen Jiu has first set foot in this region. Can the Peak Lords find their martial brother? And what will the desciples' reaction to Shen Qingqiu be? Can they even leave this strange world and go back home with Shen Qingqiu? Does Shen Qingqiu even want to come with them?

We'll have to see!

So this is most of what I have for this fic idea, bit I wanna include some little tidbits here at the end:

There were 3 reasons why this idea started:

Chenyu Vale just screams "Shen Qingqiu" to me. This image in particular strikes me as a place Shen Qingqiu would choose as his adeptus abode.

Since Shen Qingqiu is a shizun, during the Genshin Livestream for 4.4 my brain went: "You know how Cloud Retainer goes on and on about how "When Ganyu/Shenhe was a child" right? Imagine Shen Qingqiu doing the same as an adeptus master for Gaming towards Cloud Retainer when they have tea together." So yeah, Gaming is Shen Qingqiu's little apprentice. And with how Gaming loves Wushu Dance (aka a traditional form of art), it would make sense for him to have Shen Qingqiu as an adeptus master.

Last but not least, I am not gonna lie, I just wanted to force some type of therapy onto Shen Jiu. Why did I have to send him to Teyvat for therapy, you ask? Well, theoretically speaking, every single person in Teyvat has some type of trauma (some may have it worse than others but trauma is still trauma), and I feel like whatever type of therapy they practice in Teyvat kinda works because, for all the trauma the characters have, they don't seem as harden and callous as Shen Jiu. So, whatever they have been feeding on to help with the trauma, I want like 50 portions for Shen Jiu.

Some other things of note:

Shen Jiu has 3 options for a Vision/Elemental Powers: Anemo, Cryo or Pyro

Shen Jiu's adeptus form is that of a Jiufeng - an early depiction of a Phoenix that has 9 heads. I believe it is a good correlation because Shen Jiu turning into an adeptus doesn't mean he is not Shen Jiu anymore. It's not a full resurrection and new life altogether for Shen Jiu, just another WAY to survive.

Shen Jiu met Gaming when he was a child who got lost around the mountain/parts of Chenyu Vale that Shen Jiu protects. He helped the kid go back to Qiaoying Village. Gaming called him "Master Adeptus Bird" as a child, and it changed to "Shizun" after Shen Jiu decided to take him in.

I don't know if this might end up as a Shen Jiu/Yue Qingyuan or Shen Jiu/Liu Qingge, but regardless of the pairing, I wanna say that Shen Jiu will at least get some friends and family (new or old) out of this whole situation

Here is a little funny thing I thought about as I was writing this monstrosity of a post:

Cloud Retainer: When Ganyu/Shenhe was a child...

Madame Ping: When Yanfei/Xianling/Yaoyao was a child...

Shen Jiu: When Gaming was a child...

All Adepti + Morax: When Shen Jiu was a child:

Shen Jiu:... fuck you guys...

Either way, this is about everything I have in me for today (I have been writing this for nearly 2 hours, so please excuse any typos you may find).

What do you think? Good? Bad? A bit too much? (My brain is literally cooked after this post)

Let me know what you think.

Also, I wanna say that I wrote this literally 2 days before 4.4 is live, so I don't know anything about Chenyu Vale or Gaming's story outside of what was shown/said during the livestream.

See you guys tomorrow,

- TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

#genshin impact #shen jiu #svsss #chenyu vale #adepti #liu qingge #i kid you not I have 0 ideea what I am doing #my brain needs to stop #fanfic ideas #zhongli #cloud retainer #yue qingyuan #my brain is on angst mode #shen qingqiu #qi qingqi #my brain is cooking.... itself

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maestro04yayyy · 2 years ago

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Antivillain au!

Cw: homophobia and violence(it's not much i think but there is)

Chloe entered the diner.

She has never been here before but chloe bourgeois couldn't be there, but chloe bourgeois couldn't like girls either.

That's why she prepared a "costum".

Free is still laughing at it, saying how it won't fool anyone.

He doesn't know how oblivious parisian can be.

By the way her costume is just what she wears when she wants to relax in her room, which is a chat noir themed hoodie and pantsuit, they are both black with green paws along the sleeves and cat-acalysm is written on the right side of the pants, along the leg and pun master is written on the front of the hoodie.

Oh and the hood has cat hears obviously.

She also has her glasses and her hair are loose.

"Welp now is time to flirt and see if my charm works on girl too"

Chloe now enter the diner and it's kinda empty, there is only a woman at a table and a-

Wait is that juleka!!!!!!

What is she doing here and why is she so pretty in that working uniform.

No chloe stay focused!! You are on a mission and your target is juleka, who she never noticed how tall she was or how red her eyes were like little rubies, shining and her pale-nononono chloe i said stay focused!!!! You have to make sure she doesn't recognize you and stay cool!!! You are going to make that purple haired goddess blush!!!!!

Oh no, she is looking at me!!!! Have i been staring?! I don't know!!! How much have i been in there? Oh god my face is probably all red!!!! And Free cacklying in my pocket isn't helping.

"What can i do for you?" Juleka asks and my god she can talk!!!!!! Chloe never heard her talking!!!! Why her voice has to be so so so chloe doesn't even know how to describe it but it's making her going crazy.

That's when juleka smirked.

She leaned on the counter to be at eye level with chloe, her copper red eyes boring into her soft blue.

"I would suggest a dessert for such a sweet girl like you"

"I-i-i.." chloe isn't blushing, nope absolutely isn't and she also isn't about to say something stupid or embarassing at all.

And nobody can say the opposite because right when she was about to say exactly what would have made juleka blush and cause HER a gay panic, the woman at the table decided to interrupt them.

(She will thank her later)

"You two should be ashamed of yourself!!!! Sinning so clearly in the kiddle of the day like some-some pervs!!!!"

(Or maybe not)

Chloe could see the woman red with anger still yelling at them but chloe honestly didn't care much about what she said.

She lives with audrey bourgeois after all, words can't do much to her anymore.

But she saw juleka freeze and lose all her confidence turning in the silent mumbling shadow she is in class, her eyes looking down and hugging herself.

And that hurt.

And that made chloe angry.

She smiled and apparently that was enoughy to make the woman shut the fuck up.

Free said to show when I get angry and point it to the source and destroy it.

Time to do it.

Chloe punched as hard as she could the woman in the face.

The sound of flesh being hit was so satisfying, almost as much as the sound of her nose breaking under her fist.

She could also she hear juleka saying something in surpsise but couldn't make out the words, her blood was pumping and her heart was too loud for that.

She woman had flew back hitting the table with her back.

She was still yelling something at her, so chloe took a step toward her to make her shut up again.

Chloe was still smiling.

Then she saw a black butterly and she stoppef smiling.

The akuma flew right at her victim who accepted the deal in a second.

(Who is the sinner now? Making deals with a super villain)

"Well...fuck" chloe ran toward juleka and scooped her up in her arms.

"Sorry princess but messed up and now is time to run" and so she did.

She opened the door with a kick(she always wanted to do that) and runned as fast as she could in the streets of paris, the akuma screaming behind her and juleka moving in her arms.

"Don't move or I am going to fall!!!!"

"Just put me down!!!!"

"Nope i am faster, this is saf-oh god ehat was this!!!!!"

Chloe just avoided a huge pillar of lightfalling from the sky

"Just my luck, she can attack from the distance" chloe grumpled.

Juleka mumbled something

"What?"

"It's all my fault...."

Again, what????

"How the fuck is this your fault?" Chloe avoided another pillar, at least the akuma is slow, going is getting further and further away.

"If-if i didn't flirt with you she wouldn't have start yelling and she wouldn't have had to defend me...."

"Oh so it was you all along!! You are the one who taught people honophoby and that instilled in me the urge to kill useless idiota" chloe said with the outmost serioussnes.

That made juleka laugh, and god that was the best sound she ever heard.

It was so distracting that she almost hit a signal.....almost luckily.

"S-sorry you are right i am being stupid, i am juleka" she said

Chloe smiled, thank god she run a lot, but where the fuck are the heroes she can't go on for much longer.

"I am...Emelie, yes emelie also tonbe precise i didn't punch her to defend you, i did it just because I wanted to"

"Thank you anyway, it was amazing to see" wait is she blushing? Why? Chloe wasn't doing anything.

She wanted to say something amazing like she was about to do back at the diner but saw chat noir.

"Welp time to say goodbye" chloe winked and throw juleka, chat caught her surprised.

"Heyy what are you doing?!! Wait juleka? Chloe!! Chloe what are you doing!!!"

That might be a problem but chloe honestly didn't care much about it, she turned around, facing the akuma still a lottle behind.

And she started running toward her.

She could hear multiple yelling behind and above her, uhh ladybug was here too.

She avoided pillar after pillar of light, getting closer and closer.

She was still mad at her, she made juleka sad, she chased them around paris and now chloe was hot and sweaty when she just wanted to relax and flirt with a cute gir.

She was destroying that bitch.

She rolled her way out of a pillar of light but it still managed to burn a little her clothes and her hair.

Somewhere her glasses had fallen too and now everything was blurry and unclear but chloe continued to step forward until she was near enought to see the fear in the akuma's features.

Chloe smiled widely, showing her all her theets.

And punched her, she akuma fell to the ground with a scream of pain.

But chloe wasn't done yet, she sat over the akuma and punched and punched and punched, again again and again. Without rest, without mercy, she would have punched until her fists would turn to dust.

Sadly a familiar yoyo wrapped around her right wrist stopping her.

"Chloe, that's enought! She already turned back" ladybug said.

Chloe looked down at her and she was right, a normal woman, face destoried and bloody was on the ground under her.

Chloe stood up, she felt good, her hands hurted but in a good way.

That's when she was tacked in a hug.

It was warm and calming and safe and a lot of other things chloe isn't familiar with but loved anyway.

"You are an idiot chloe, that was dangerous" juleka whispered in her ears.

"Yeah for the akuma" chat joked than looked at chloe.

"also I love your outfit, it's purrfect"

Chloe smirked," it's a dress worth of her meow-jesty"

She could hear juleka's groan so close to her, that made her blush but she probably is already red with all the exercise.

Ladybug casted the cure and was surprised to see the woman still had her nose broken.

The woman immediatelly started to tell the geroes how they should punish and juleka for sinning and god she has never seen them so angry, chloe wanted to laugh.

"Do you need a passage on the chloe express to go back to work: she asks.

"I think I will walk but I could use some company if that's ok"

Chloe nodded and they started walking before the heroes stopped them.

#miraculous ladybug #antivillain! chloe #chloe bourgeois #antivillain au #chloleka #juleka couffaine

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