#all of those are my fake night scenarios honestly

[itwaslegendary]

i miss old romance tbh, receiving flowers, getting a love letter, going on cute dates holding hands, going out at night to look at the stars or watch the sunset together, dancing around together, playing and kissing in the rain, making each other small but meaningful gifts, dedicating songs to each other…

now with the entire hook up culture you don’t even see these anymore and that… kinda makes me sad not gonna lie, i too want to live the kind of romance you see in movies and books

[flopsxii]

breakups? — in which i display different scenarios where your relationship with the tokyo revengers boys could go pear shaped.

angst

feat. kazutora hanemiya, sano ‘mikey’ manjiro, matsuno chifuyu, kokonoi hajime

tw. manipulation, gaslighting, kinda verbal abuse

(my note; i again am baked eating ravioli and writing this rahhhhh. prolly will do pt. 2 to this !)

kazutora hanemiya

wouldn’t support your future endeavours as he fully believes that your leaving him behind for a bigger and better future. definitely would try gaslighting and manipulative techniques. when he realises that won’t work, he will definitely result in straight begging; an awful look for kazutora. once he realises that you’re most likely never coming back, it’s like a slap in the face to kazutora as everything he’s done that’s negatively impacted your relationship has become impossible to ignore. he’d offer a thousand half arsed apologises and any fake promises he could think of, not ever understanding that he wasn’t your boyfriend and would never be again.

dropping to his knees, tears streaming down his face; those golden eyes never had looked so empty until now. “y/n, i’m sorry… i’m so so sorry. i can change, i’ll be better. if you’d find it in your heart to believe me and forgive me, ill honestly do better.” he begs, blank eyes staring into your soul. the mere sight of them made you uneasy and you almost shuddered under their intensity. had kazutora always looked this emotionless? “no, kazutora. a partner is supportive, empathetic and independent. these three attributes are something you lack, hence why i can’t take you back. i’m sorry to say that i think you’ll never gain these qualities.”

sano manjiro

as a leader of such a large group of hudlums, his schedule is bound to fill up. he’s just so busy and he forgets he has responsibilities when it comes to you as well (if not more) as toman. toman’s a massive of his life and naturally, toman becomes before everything, personal and otherwise. so he missed a couple dates, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, toman had a fight coming up against long time rivals, it surely mattered more, right? however, when he saw how heartbroken you looked, your blotchy cheeks and pinkish nose from constant sniffling, he began thinking maybe he had been wrong about who deserved his attention more; his girlfriend or his comrades. picking the latter turned out to be his biggest mistake.

“i wouldn’t have cared if you spend all day with your friends, as long as you made it to our date last night. you knew it was important… more important than having your face bashed in and making me waste a night because of your recklessness. did you know i’ve patched up your wounds on more occasions than we have been on dates in our entire relationship?” mikey could see your lips moving but it felt like your words were going in one ear and out the other. “you can’t even listen to me! you’re infuriating and honestly, manjiro i don’t want even wanna work this out with you.”

chifuyu matsuno

he’s suffocating. there hasn’t been a day or hell, even a couple of hours where chifuyu hasn’t been present since the start of your relationship. at this point, you had just reached the 300 day mark and you didn’t think you could go one more day with chifuyu. you knew he meant well, he was just overbearing, even when he tried his damn best to be as perfect as possible. in the start, retrieving your shopping for you and turning up ‘just because he was in the area’ somehow, 4-5 times a day was excusable, he was doing what good boyfriends do. but then it turned into gatecrashing your hangouts with your girlfriends, turning up at your workplace and demanding your full and undivided attention. it made your world feel so impossibly small.

“i need a break, from us and especially from you, chifuyu.” you explained, eyes dead set on chifuyu, gauging his reaction from his facial expression. “but why… i thought you loved me. i’m just a little confused.” he muttered sadly, before listing recent ‘dates’ you had been on recently and how much fun you had! “our dates? really? you followed me and gate crashed my dinner with my long distance best friend when i specifically asked you not to!” your raised voice confused chifuyu even more, this was turning into a nightmare. he opened his mouth to pour out more excuses but you had heard enough, “we’re done, chifuyu. there’s no getting through that suffocating mentality of yours. don’t ever follow me again or ill call the police.”

kokonoi hajime

if you ever truly believe him when he says he loves you, that’s honestly on you more than him. the problem with koko is that he may like you a tiny bit but there was always someone he loved more. someone with an untainted memory, ethereal eternal beauty and most importantly, kokonoi’s heart. akane. you could never live up to her, dead or alive, she bested you in any way possible. however, you didn’t believe kokonoi would be in love with the dead more than you but thankfully kokonoi was there to confirm your suspicions.

“like i haven’t been anything but transparent with you, y/n. what are these shitty techniques you’re using to manipulate our situation? akane is my true love, you will never be and i’m sorry that youre so deluded that that stupid brain of yours managed to convince yourself otherwise. what a nuisance.” kokonoi almost spat out, disgust written upon his features. your heart broke that day and it had been empty ever since.

[daenysx]

Hiya darling, I just saw that your requests were open so obviously I had to jump at the opportunity. Could you write sth about Aegon and maybe the reader is his girlfriend? And this time he promises himself to do things right and not just jump into the physical intimacy right away bc he's serious about her. So he's trying to restrain himself, but she's making it hard for him without even knowing, bc everything seemingly innocent turns him on lol. And then she's a bit irritated bc he's getting irritated and keeps pushing her away and she thinks that maybe she did something wrong?

It doesn't need to be pure smut, but if you could make it a bit spicy and fluffy it'd be greatly appreciated! 💖💖

thank you so much for requesting, angel, i tried my best but honestly i'm not sure if this is good enough ♡ i hope you like it! requests are open!!

aegon targaryen x fem!reader modern au (kinda nsfw)

promises

aegon wakes up to an empty bed.

he blinks slowly, his hair falls on the comfy pillow as he adjusts his head, and he feels the spot next to him. the sheets are still warm but you are not there, confusion and curiousity makes aegon's brain fuzzy the first thing in the morning. he sits on bed, rubs his eyes until he feels numb, and leaves the warmth behind him as he steps out of his room.

it is your first sleepover at aegon's, and he is excited by all means. he remembers the night, the wine bottle, and your smiles. you were glowing under the soft lights of his living room, you gave him lots of kisses, and he kissed you back. he remembers leading you to bed, cuddling you under the sheets, and the way you wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face to your neck as you fall asleep and promised not to ruin what he has with you silently.

aegon's kitchen is big enough but he keeps his glasses at the highest shelves. you are trying to get one of them on your tiptoes, wearing an old shirt from his closet and your sleep shorts. he likes seeing you like this, he decides. like you belong in his life.

you get the glass successfully, you fill it with water and drink it all in one go. aegon watches you, leaning to the wall. you finish the water and put your glass on the counter. turning your back, you see your lover waiting for you to realize him.

"good morning, baby." you say, aegon loves hearing the word baby from your mouth.

"morning." he says back. you give him a kiss on his cheek. "slept well?" you ask, even your morning voice is sweet to him. he nods, brushes his lips on your hair and fakes a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist as you lead him back to his room.

"it's still early." you say.

"maybe we should go back to sleep." aegon says as he holds your hand.

you both find your ways back to bed, aegon lifts the sheets to get under them. he misses your warmth even though you are here with him, it's addictive and he has never been great with his obsessions. the thoughts of being together with you all the time, every way, makes his head spin. he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.

aegon has a love-hate relationship with promises. the promises he gave to his mom, i'll be good mom, the promises he gave to aemond, and the promises he keeps giving himself. he thinks they make his life worthy somehow, he tries to prove that he is actually capable of doing something he gave his word for. no one has ever told aegon how hard it is to keep a promise, though. he finds himself imagining different scenarios of him breaking all those promises and being somewhat free.

you came into his life when everything was more difficult. he didn't even know what you see in him, why would someone like you stay with him? you deserve sunshine and happiness, aegon has broken memories behind him. not all of them was his fault to be true, but he had his fair share of ruined relationships. he was expecting to ruin the things with you as well, because why not, but it's not going as he'd guessed. it's going actually well, with you.

he is careful not to make any mistakes, the ones he knows from his past anyways. he is careful not to rush into things with you, even though he wants is badly. you in his apartment, playing with his beloved sunfyre, wearing his shirts, kissing him like he's worth it, calling him baby like he deserves it...he wants everything with you.

"i was thinking we could do something other than sleeping." you say gently, getting him out of his thoughts.

"yeah?" he asks, gets comfy on bed as you stroke his hair. "like what, pretty girl?"

you answer by starting a kiss. aegon parts his lips for you, you lean into him. the kiss lasts for seconds, you can see the first lights of the day in the room. you cup aegon's cheek with your one hand while the other twirls his hair between your fingers. aegon kisses you back and you find the courage to take the next step.

you give him one last kiss as he lies on bed, and you throw one leg over his body to get closer to him. you can feel his hardness under your leg and your stomach tightens. you press yourself as an attempt for relief and aegon holds your thigh to keep you steady. he breaks the kiss to look at you with an expression you don't quite like.

he stays still but you think maybe he's pulling away from you, and your courage feels like there's a pit in your chest. you try to pull your leg back but you can't. you try to smile when he frowns, you are almost ashamed that you are pressing yourself to him when he does nothing.

"i'm sorry." you whisper. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

aegon looks at you with glassy eyes. "don't be sorry, please. you never make me uncomfortable."

"i mean-" you start, but the words don't come out easily. "i know we didn't really do anything before but i- i thought-"

insecurity starts dripping from your words and aegon would be damned if he ever let you think you are doing something he doesn't want. "no, no, lovely. it's just-" he says, rubbing your skin. "it's all me. i just- didn't want to rush into things and-"

he stops talking and it worries you. "and what?" you ask silently.

"i don't want to lose this." he sounds afraid and broken. "i don't want to lose what we have. i don't want to ruin everything."

he blinks down a slow tear, and it breaks your heart. "aegon." you say. "you think you will ruin things with me just because we get physical?"

the conversation turns serious so quickly. aegon blinks again. "i've never been good in relationships. i want you so much, but i don't mind waiting. you didn't do anything wrong, it's all me."

"baby." you cup his cheek. "you are my boyfriend, and i want to be closer with you. i promise, you wouldn't ruin anything, and it's all good for me."

he tilts his head to see your eyes. "no rush?"

"no rush." you kiss him on his chin. "but still, you don't have to wait."

aegon kisses you and he feels a deadweight has been lifted from his chest. he thinks it's all gonna be okay, now that you know his true intentions. he pulls you on his lap until he sits on bed, he leans against headboard. the kiss takes his breath away, he helps you sit properly on him.

"we can continue if you want, or we can stop here." he whispers to your ear. "anything you want."

"i want you, aegon." you whisper back.

he likes that combination of words. he helps you take your shorts off without leaving the bed, you pull down his sweatpants and his boxers. aegon touches your inner leg, your skin is hot. he drags his fingers further until he finds what he's looking for.

you lift your hips against him, he's getting harder every passing second. you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him until he's fully hard.

"i'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." he says desperately.

"can we stay like this?"

you smile and give him a kiss. your fingers guide him to your entrance and he helps you putting it in by angling himself properly. your wetness slides against him, he tries to find your clit after a moment of catching his breath. you hold the hand on your cunt, bringing it to your mouth to kiss the back of it.

he agrees, he doesn't think he can manage to last long with fast movements and strong strokes. this is grounding and calming, he is fully inside you and you are comfortable on his lap. you keep him inside you as you put your head on his chest. he kisses your hair and rubs your back.

"thank you for being honest with me." you say. aegon realizes your voice gets sleepy and he keeps rubbing your back.

he kisses your forehead as a way of answering. "come on, let's go back to sleep." he slides down on bed to put his head on the pillow.

you nod. "but we'll continue once we wake up."

aegon laughs. "we kinda have to, i don't know how to handle more of your teasings at this point."

"i'm not teasing you!"

"yeah, baby, of course you're not." he rolls his eyes and smiles.

[tiyawnyana]

my lady i would love to request

Jake x female human reader x Neytiri. (sex pollen)

the scenario? going to find things for Norm (like plants or herbs stuff like that) and Neytiri and Jake are escorting her through the forest.

they distract for only one second, talking about normal stuff like who turn was to clean their marui or what they should eat that night.

that is enough time for Reader to find this pretty flower, she touches it and boom, pollen everywhere.

(also let's fake that here the masks filters the air but not the smells so she can smell it)

when Neytiri and Jake notice what happened, they can already smell her arousal, her cheeks are so red and she is all trembling.

of Crouse they help her feel better.

Mowan

Pleasing, Enjoyable

A/N: holy hell i had so much fun writing this one fjjfdmnd

Pairing: Jake x (fem) Human reader, Neytiri

Warnings: sex pollen?, nipple play, oral (fem received), fingering, p in v, creampie, soft aftercare

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Neytiri leads you and her mate through the woods. You snicker at their couply bickering, rolling your eyes as he jerks her tail playfully only to receive a hiss back.

The tall navi woman carries a basket on her hip as she leads, filled with herbs and flowers for Norm as he had asked you to retrieve.

Neytiri rolls her eyes at the antics of her mate before finally breaking through into a clearing.

"We are here, the last of those herbs are partially difficult to find, so Jake," she calls for him,"You will help find them."

He groans dramatically but moves around, inspecting some overgrown plants around the trees.

You pace around, using your tablet to scan the fauna and grinning as you find some more.

"Found one!" You excitedly yell, bringing it to the basket, and Neytiri smiles fondly as she crouches, opening the basket.

"Tawtute," she calls softly,"Will you be joining us for the feast tonight?"

Neytiri had at first been standoffish with you, but with time (and Jake's convincing) you managed to gain her trust.

From your view, she tolerated you, maybe even was friendly towards you.

Jake saw otherwise though, teased his mate for those lingering touches. He saw how his mate fawned over you; it was kept minimal, but Neytiri did favor you in a way, especially compared to the other sky people.

He had always found you endearing, maybe even harboring a soft crush on you before he had transferred over to his avatar form; you were always kind to him from the start. You saw him as an equal, a lover of the pandoran world desperate to save it. Even with his betrayal, soon becoming equal sides, you defended him. And sure, you also harbored a soft crush for him, human form and avatar.. but he had a mate. A mate that was tall, blue, beautiful and alien, that you still were convinced wasn't particularly fond of you.

You tilt your head, gazing at her in confusion for a moment before shrugging,"I didn't think I was invited, honestly. Not that I expected to be-"

Jake snorts from across the clearing and Neytiri curses at him in Na'vi, before redirecting her attention to you. She inhales before huffing, trying to figure out the words.

"Well, you are invited, I insist. You have.. proven yourself as a good sky person," her ears flick back, feeling too weird about the choice of words spoken.

But you beam happily up at her, a grin growing on your lips under your mask,"Really? I- I don't want to impose or make anyone in the village uncomfortable-"

"That is nonsense," she speaks curtly,"You help with herbs, medical care and the children. You deserve a spot there."

A warm blush covers your cheeks as you nod dumbly. You didn't expect such kind words coming from this woman.

"C'mon kid, give yourself more credit," Jake says from across the clearing.

"Ma'Jake, she is no child," she shakes her head fondly.

"I know, Tiri, it is like a petname-" He tries to explain in navi words. 

"A pet-name? What?" She squawks, eyes widening in surprise.

You giggle lightly, turning to examine more plants with your tablet, scanning more.

You listen to their chit chat, words of deciding what to cook for the feast that turn into a small couply argument has you snickering quietly. You pick more plants, quickly running them back to the basket then darting off again. Your attention brings you just outside the clearing, distracted by a faint floral smell seeping into your mask. You search, scanning around and getting plants jotted down into the files of your tablet before a new plant is scanned, being put into the unmarked file. It has you walking closer, taking photos of the unknown plant.

It's bulbous, a thick base of orange with purplish bulging ridges. It tapers out into pink and orange floral like pedals with long purple stems sticking out from the center; it's beautiful. Alien and beautiful and you manage to get more photos of it before setting your tablet down to grab your small shovel to scoop it from the dirt when suddenly the bulbous base enlarges itself, then shoots out a puff cloud, tinged a faint pink. You gasp, falling back as it filters into your mask. It's not an unpleasant smell, quite nice actually, but you're unsure of any alien plants that are not accounted for.

The reaction is immediate though, much to your misfortune, and you cringe, whining breathlessly as warmth pools into your belly, clenching around your bones and making you feel like pure jelly. Arousal seeps in and you sag into the dirt, blinking rapidly at the sky as you feel it go south too quickly, your pussy fluttering with need and clit pulsing.

"Ah- oh shit, mmph," you try to mask those embarrassing moans, hips bucking and your thighs spread open.

You hear footsteps, gentle but searching, you whimper weakly, panting for breath.

"Tawtute?- oh, Eywa," Neytiri's voice is like honey to your aroused state and you whine, hands weakly lifting to reach for her as she approaches.

Thankfully she crouches, large hand cupping the top of your head and peering around before her gaze lands on the plant.

"Wiya tsal," she mumbles,"Ma'Jake!"

He comes over quick, eyeing the foreign plant questioning before his gaze falls onto you. His eyebrows shoot up,"What's up with her?"

He crouches down, tail flicking behind him in obvious curiosity.

"She has touched a forbidden plant," Neytiri speaks firm, curt, trying to find the English words to explain it.

"She havin' a seizure, the hell?" He grips the cheeks of your mask, turning your face this way and that,"What is it?"

"It is a sex plant!" Neytiri huffs in annoyance, ears flicking back.

Jake chokes out a strangled laugh, eyeing your writhing body. He stops quickly, realizing your muted embarrassment despite your sniffled out moans.

"Pl- please, help, mmph," you whine out, dragging your hands down your body and rubbing below your stomach,"Too much, ah- fuck!"

Your back arches as you whimper, blinking blearily at the two navi.

Your scent hits them like a ton of bricks, hot and tantalizingly sexy. They can't seem to stop inhaling it.

They share a look, speaking softly in navi before Neytiri blushes at something that Jake says. She nods, then stands up.

Jake is gentle when he picks you up and you whine, curling into his chest as they walk back toward the clearing. The navi woman shuffles around as her mate settles down into a soft part, laying you between his legs and leaning you against his chest. Your body still feels like jelly but that arousal has grown hot and wanting, pooling between your legs thick like honey.

Neytiri is nervous. She's decided to basically help get you off, but she can't help but worry over everything. She wanted it to be perfect when she courted you into their mating; this whole scenario was less than so.

She finally crouches before you and you whine, weakly reaching out for her. Her hand cups yours, fingers coming up to gently hold your arm.

"What is it that you want, tawtute?"

You pant, huffing in frustration,"Please- mmph, touch me."

Jake huffs out a laugh, hands gently tracing your sides, warmth comforting you.

Neytiri blinks down at you, soft and tender, but you don't decipher it that way. You see it as refusal, and to that, you whimper in distress, dragging her hand up whilst lifting your shirt and having her cup one of your tits.

Her eyes widen hugely, gawking down at your boobs. She'd never seen you without those ridiculous sports bras as you called them, and realized now it could've been for good cause; your tits were bigger than anything she'd seen. No navi woman's were ever that big.

Jake gawks at them too, and reaches down to completely lift your bra up and over your tits, then cups below them, squishing them up and together firmly.

"You want us to touch you, baby?" He coos softly, admiring the view.

You nod quickly, back arching as Neytiri finally actually gropes at your tit. She squeezes softly, gasping softly as your nipple rubs up on her palm, already firmed up. She gazes at you as if you're a prize, a fresh hunt ready to be caught.

You're already caught. Even in your arousal clouded hazy mind, you've wanted them both for so long. This is truly a blessing for you, despite it being gained by being sprayed in the face by an asshole plant.

You choke out a moan as Neytiri descends to your chest, flicking her tongue out to roll hot over your left nipple and at the same time, Jake squeezes your right perfectly.

The pleasure is hot, searing through to rest painfully beneath your shorts. Your pussy is soaked, leaking slick and you whine out, hands coming to grab Neytiri's shoulders. She releases your nipple, gazing up at you in surprise.

"Please, fuck-" you groan,"Touch me down there, please." Your pleading voice has her tail nearly wagging behind her.

She doesn't even hesitate, kissing soft and tender down your stomach.

She struggles with the button on your shorts, to which Jake huffs out a soft laugh and leans over, quickly unbottoning and his mate quickly tugs the offensive garb down your legs. Luckily, she dragged your panties down in the same motion, and she eyes your pussy like it's dessert.

"So small, tawtute," she admires, moving backward to lay on her stomach, then moving in between your thighs. She touches you gingerly at first, spreading you open gently. She eyes your hole, curious and lifts a finger, prodding at it. She jerks at your wanton moan, inhaling sharply as your aroused scent wafts up. She curses something in navi and quickly shakes her head, spreading your folds and admiring you closer. You whine in frustration, hips rolling in a weak attempt to be seductive.

Jake snickers fondly, reaching down to brush a braid out of his mates face,"Tiri, look how desperate she is for you, don't tease her," while trailing his hand back to your body, curving down and helping by spreading your folds for Neytiri to finally move.

And she does, thank Eywa; she kisses over your clit so soft, lips covering the entirety of the bud.

One of Jake's hands move back up to fondle your boobs, teasing your nipples as Neytiri begins to lick over your folds, rough tongue flicking over your clit.

"Mmmph," you bite your lower lip in embarrassment, face red and panting for breath.

"Tastes like yovu fruit," Neytiri mumbles, sucking over your clit and grinning at your drawn out moan.

The navi woman shuffles closer to your body, looping one arm under your thigh and the other reaches up to caress the boob that Jake doesn't fondle.

"So soft," she admires,"Are all human women this soft?"

Jake grins lowly,"Some, yes, but nows not the time for educating," he teases with a cocky grin,"Show her how good you are with your tongue."

She smirks from the compliment, and listens quickly as she rubs the flat of her tongue tantalizingly slow over your clit. It feels almost like sandpaper, in a way, but has you arching hard and belting out a whine.

Your hands cling to Jake's biceps weakly and his hands still tease your nipple, circling around it then pinching slightly, sending zings of pleasure straight to your cunt.

"Oh- fuck!" You yelp when Neytiri burrows her face into your pussy, the bridge of her nose grinding against your pulsing clit and her tongue presses into your leaking hole. Her tongue thrusts so deep, curling just right and everything's too hot, too much.

You cry out loudly as you cum on her tongue. Your walls pulse around the appendage and she moans against your pussy. 

She thrusts her tongue into you a few more times before slowly dragging out. You're gasping for breathe and blink down at her, groaning at the image; her lower face, chin, lips, nose, are shiny with your slick.

Jake lifts you forward into Neytiri's arms, gently kissing down your uncovered back as he grips your hips and lifts you to your knees, admiring the wet mess between your thighs.

"God, you smell so good, baby," he coos gently, fingers trailing down to circle lightly over your clit, grinning at the whine you release.

You sag against Neytiri's chest, panting behind your mask and clinging to her hips. She fondly combs her long fingers through your hair, silently admiring your silky strands whilst enjoying the show.

Jake gently presses his index finger into you, slowly sliding in knuckle by knuckle and you groan at every inch. Just his finger alone has your cunt spasming around him, clinging to him.

He begins a slow pace, thrusting into you languidly, then adds another, scissoring you open. He presses his other palm to your back and pushes down, making you arch and present your pussy better.

You moan loudly against Neytiri before he jabs at that one spot inside you and you cry out, cumming around his large fingers.

You're panting for breath, slumping even further into Neytiri when you hear Jake huffing. He gently grabs your hips, rolling you over to lay in his mates arms. She smiles softly, petting stray hairs off of your mask and if you weren't so sexed up you'd be begging her to sit on your face. Even if it was unrealistic.

He tears off his tewng after fiddling with the cords, wrapping his hand around the base and giving himself a firm tug and groaning openly, then aiming his cockhead to your pulsing hole.

He presses there, gentle and careful, and when the tip pops in, you both groan. Neytiri can't stop watching as her mate presses further into your body, slowly, breathing heavily and caressing your boobs.

Jake has one hand holding your hip, curling over your stomach and the other, thumbing at your clit to help ease your mind as he stretches you to limits you didn't even know about.

He finally stops about halfway before giving an experimental drawback into a thrust. You clench so tight around him already, he chokes out a groan.

"Not gonna last long, fuck-"

Neytiri snorts, smirking up at her mate and he scowls down at her, fondly shaking his head.

You're a moaning, crying, whimpering mess as he fucks into you. It's beyond anything you imaged, his cock manages to press against every little spot inside of you and you can't think, can't breathe right. It's so much and not enough in the same breath.

Neytiri gently rubs over your nipples and with the torturous pace of Jake's cock drilling into you and definitely bulging through the skin at your stomach, to which he moans breathlessly at, and his thumb rubbing your clit continuously, you white out as your orgasm hits. Your back arches almost painfully as you gush hard around him, tightening up so much so that he ends up gasping, unable to continue his pace. Your cunt quite frankly pulsed enough around him to force him to cum, and he fills your walls with almost an alarming amount of cum. It seeps out from around his length where he's buried into you.

It takes you a while to regain your senses, but when you do, you've been mostly cleaned, redressed, carried back to the clan and up to the springs where they strip you once more and clean you thoroughly. You groan and they massage your scalp, shoulders, back and hips, then clean out your pussy.

You're then brought back to their kelku, where you doze off in their nest as they cuddle around you.

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A/N: Thank you for the request!! Again, my requests are open, I may just be a bit slow what with work, finishing Kinktober and other stuff. But I will complete them!

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[fun-k-board]

Got a cool idea for you my friend.

The insomniac spider-men, both Peter and miles. And how they’d go when y/n offers to do a horror movie night with the likes of classics like Halloween or modern stuff like talk to me

The Insomniac Spider-Men with a horror movie night

Note(s) : I did Headcanons for how the Spider-Men are with horror movies and then a scenario at the end where the reader does the horror movie night.

I don't know anything about Talk To Me so I chose M3GAN instead, and I haven't seen Halloween in years so I'm sorry if I got something wrong.

Peter Parker / Spider-Man

I don't think Peter would really watch movies or shows all that often, he probably hasn't even finished any piece of media since before the spider bite. Even then, he was probably that kid who watched those really bad ones to make fun of with Harry and MJ.

I imagine his tolerance is most likely high, because of his real life experiences, he can handle fake blood, he can handle the fake injuries, most of them can't compare to what he's gone through.

But what he really can't handle? Psychological thrillers, and really good kid actors.

That scene in the shining where the two twins are standing there? He had to hold MJ's hand, Harry made fun of him for an entire month.

He tends to humanise fictional characters, especially the victims in horror movies. Maybe for some slashers he can understand their motives, but most of them hurt people who can't defend themselves and it makes him a little sick.

To see movies where this is used so effectively is honestly a little uncomfortable, he appreciates the mastery of how it's crafted and how realistic the pain is, but he can never watch it all the way through.

Peter's always been terrified of Carrie because he was also bullied, she, in a way, reflected on him. Of course, she also experienced abuse from her mother, unlike Peter, but the scene of everybody screaming in that hall will probably haunt him forever.

In a way, it keeps him grounded, it makes him remember Uncle Ben's words, it makes him remember to use his powers for good, and not for evil.

Miles Morales / Spider-Man

Miles and Ganke most likely sit down and watch some shows or movies every once and a while, he's never been a huge horror fan, and he's never watched any that really stuck with him.

He's mostly impressed with the art direction most of the time, the way they shot that scene in Carrie where it goes all around the prom in one, long, continuous shot?

It's beautiful, it gets him so engrossed he forgets it's supposed to be a scary movie.

Miles can't handle any that tackle and treat the loss of a parent as a main plot point, he could maybe handle it as a side plot, but it reminds him so much of how his dad's death affected him, his hands clam up, he feels sweaty, he just can't handle it.

It never really makes him connect with the story, it just makes me remember it as the 'oh God don't watch that' movie

The ones that get him truly terrified are honestly any that involve children and the elderly as the villains, that's not to say he'll be completely fine if he watches an adult brutally murder people.

Both

Peter and Miles haven't had a day off in months, they've been so focused on saving the city, helping their friends and family, they just don't have time for themselves.

Until today.

You had finally convinced the two, after hours of subtle and not so subtle convincing, they relented, under the promise that if any serious crimes were reported, they would get Ganke to check if the police have it handled or not, if they don't? They're abandoning the movie night.

Which you agreed with, because one night having fun is better than no time to yourself at all.

Peter and Miles sit down on the couch, while you make the popcorn and drinks, carrying the bowls of food and bottles of coke to the table, the microwave hums, drowned out by the two men chatting.

"Can you believe that Electro got out again." Miles sounds exasperated, and he looks it too, he and Electro had fought for what felt like hours, in reality it was only a few minutes, shocking each other until they couldn't fight any more.

"You get used to it, he'll probably stay a month in prison at most." Peter shrugs, leaning back on the couch and wincing slightly, an aching pain in his back started up again, but he was honestly too tired to ask for someone to crack it.

"This job is crazy." Miles laughs, shaking his head with an amused smile. "I can't believe it, each day, fighting bad guys, swinging for hours and hours, it's just... I love it." You cut the conversation short by bringing in the last bowl of popcorn.

"Whooo! Movie time!" You happily say, placing the bowl on the table with the other snacks and drinks, making sure it's perfectly placed before sitting on the couch. You grab the remote next to you and smile at Miles and Peter.

"What should we watch?" Before either can respond, you suddenly gasp, your eyes snapping back to the TV. "Oh! Actually, there's this new horror movie called M3GAN, I bought it a few weeks back and forgot to watch it." You ramble, turning the television on and searching for the movie.

"I guess we go with that one then." Peter mumbles, raising an eyebrow in amusement, you all haven't hung out in a while, even then, you do wish that Harry and MJ could've made it. So, it's clear you're just excited to spend time with them for once.

"It's about this robot that this lady makes after her niece loses her parents in a car accident." You cheerfully say, pressing play on the movie and taking a swig of coke. "After this, we're so watching Halloween."

The movie was something different to the two, when they think horror, both Peter and Miles would typically think 'man with knife stabs people', so it was a refreshing change.

Both men went through a flurry of emotions, the movie was sad, then funny, than horrifying, then funny, then scary, and then funny, it was a constant switch.

The fact that the girl lost her parents and she's clinging to the first thing that shows her respect, the lady stepped up at the end and proved she's a capable mother figure, it broke their hearts, but the jokes made them forget that temporarily.

They laughed, they went quiet in shock, and most of all? Peter cried, he couldn't help it, he isn't ashamed about it either, the girl losing her parents at such a young age reminds him of himself. Miles feels a similar way, he cried like a baby, he sobbed so much at that scene where the girl and the robot have that test and she breaks down.

Now it's time for the next movie.

"Halloween! You can't go wrong with the classics." You click on the movie. "Well, that's a lie, actually, plenty of classics suck." You mutter under your breath, pressing pause and turning to the two Spider-Men.

"Okay, first, bathroom breaks and refill time, you two ate all the popcorn so I'm making double." You get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen, both Peter and Miles go to the bathroom in that time, refilling their drinks with the bottle of coke on the floor, you return a few moments later with the multiple bowls of popcorn.

You all sit down, grab your bowls and drinks, and press play.

Overall, both men did enjoy the experience, they liked the costume of Micheal Myers, the mask and coveralls are iconic, they also both enjoyed the acting, if a bit subpar at times.

The plot was something they found to be interesting, the characters as well, they thought the therapist was a strange and weird character, who seemed a bit more unstable than Micheal.

Laurie Strode is a really inspiring character to the two, a survivor, someone who managed to take down one of the biggest threats her towns ever faced.

Just as the movie ends, you turn to the two men to see if they have any movie recommendations, but to your surprise, they've both fallen asleep.

Peter's mouth hangs open, his body pressed flat against the couch, his arms crossed and occasional light snores escapes his mouth. Miles is leaning his head on his arms, his body bent in an awkward position so he's sitting and leaning on the armrest.

For a few moments, you debate on whether or not you should wake them up, but decide against it. They need the rest. You gently move them into slightly more comfortable positions, placing blankets over the two, you stand up and reach for your phone.

You text MJ and Rio Morales, letting them know that the two would be staying at yours for the night.

[htmliu]

◜𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 tropes that i associate haechan with !

genre. fluff (?) wc. <700

frenemies to lovers

everything about hyuck is so very “oh i don’t understand or know how to deal with my feelings, so i’m just going to annoy the crap out of you.”

a LOT of bantering. stolen glances. it’s the pushing and pulling he gets the thrill out of. he can make fun of you, but if anybody else does it, they better know how to fight bc !?!?!? OH HE’S AB TO SQUARE UP.

stupid stupid oblivious mutual feelings (idiots to lovers)

this one is like a follow up of the previous one. almost joint, actually. it’s like when you both are with other people, everything is fine. you guys are left alone for ONE SECOND. and Boom. TENSION.

BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND

NEED I SAY MORE ???? honestly speaking, this trope is RIGHT behind enemies to lovers when it comes to the most hyuck-coded fanfic tropes to ever exist. it’s THERE.

you basically grew up with him. he’d been friends with your brother for as long as you’ve known. every summer vacation, your house was his paradise. but his presence — to you — was HELL.

now from here, we either go with you have had a crush on him for the longest time, he drives you crazy, and everything along those lines.

OR

you think you hate him to the bone (and he relishes in your so called hatred bc, again, PUSH AND PULL). but in reality, you really just don’t know how to deal with your feelings. there is a pattern with me as you can tell.

SECRET RELATIONSHIP

this is me pulling out the big guns now.

“if only the others could see you right now, literally melting in my touch.” followed by MESSY making out. disheveled hair. Hands Everywhere but where they should be. just him trying to make up for all the times his lips could’ve been on yours but he could’t just kiss you anywhere and everywhere bc of the whole “secret dating” part.

but then again. the adrenaline rush that he gets bc of this entire ordeal? he’s ABSOLUTELY there for it.

friends with benefits to ?? to lovers

this trope is always a MESS — to say the least. but ukw, that’s why i like it. why i associate hyuck with this trope is very self explanatory.

one drunken night accidentally led to a hook up session. it’s definitely not something you both hadn’t fantasized about before either. although, you always shook it off bc you knew you couldn’t be jeopardising your friendship.

but would it be wrong. if you guys were do it do it again. and again. and again. until none of those times were an “accident” anymore. and before either of you knew it, you were caught up in a web of your own mistakes. feelings were everywhere. along with the fear of losing whatever was left of your friendship. fear of messing everything up.

but for some reason, haechan still wanted more. bc everything just felt right when your lips were on his, his hands on your hips.

oh, you had him at your fingertips.

fake dating

see. the thing with me is. i love the push and pull as much as haechan does. perhaps even more than him. EVERYTHING ab this is just so HIM uk?

with the silly little contract that goes like — no kissing when not in front of people, no skinship, stay 5ft away when not in front of people, and ofc DO NOT FALL IN LOVE. and then just that happens. it’s so cliché. but that’s what i’m here for.

the way haechan will test your patience to the fullest. break every rule on that contract until you break the last rule yourself. after all, rules are made to be broken.

BUT THE BUILD UP TOO LIKE. when haechan doesn’t realise that he isn’t just doing stuff for you bc he’s your pretend boyfriend, but bc he actually cares for you. and there you both were, obliviously falling into an abyss of love.

“i think i could get arrested for breach of contract. bc i might or might not have broken the last rule.”

“well looks like we’re both getting arrested then.”

SUMMER AU

personally, it’s either a summer + road trip + e2l. there is this one specific scenario stuck in my head.

while everybody is out and about with their significant others, exploring the beaches and what not. you’re stuck with haechan, the last person you’d want to spend your summer with. but alas, god had it his way, and two single pringles had to mingle (#userhtmliufunnyera)

so somehow he convinced you to go out (re: lured you with a free ice cream treat). you are ab to hop onto a bike. you say something about him making you fall off the bike bc of his incompetence. and haechan, without missing a beat, “falling off the bike is the least of your concerns. although, falling for this guy — points to himself — is something i should warn you about in advance.”

OR

summer + childhood friends to acquaintances to lovers. i have a very cruel summer by taylor swift x summer!au x hyuck vision and it’s driving me INSANE. it’s angsty, but it’s fluffy, it’s mutual pining, and it’s everything i want and more.

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[imagines-babes]

Sleep Well (Foolish)

Hello everyone, sorry for this being ‘late’ but I found out something that is happening in my personal life. So maybe there will be sad story next time. Anyways. Thank you for 87 followers. I do appreciate so so much. This week story is Foolish. The song is sleep well by d4vd. I hope you enjoy.

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Yn

Talking to someone random on the internet can lead to many things. Good or Bad. You never know what is gonna happen. Maybe you are talking to some old guy maybe you are talking to genuine person. Or you are just talking to a boy. No matter what you never know what's on the other side. But with all odd I tried a website to text to a random person. So I took those odds and I texted a name online that is Foolish. He is 24. He from the state of Ohio. He played sports. Nothing else. He never told about work life. I never talked about mine. He never gave me his real name. I used a fake name aswell so I messaged him everyday in the app then gave each other our numbers. Then on the rest was just a guessing game of how we would meet. The message only do so much till he insists on calling me that night. That was more than I needed. The first time we called on the phone. He told me that he will call that night so I stayed by my phone. Trying to ease the anxiety I had with a movie. So I waited a hour passed then another  and another. I just watched the movie not wanting to think of it till my phone rang. It was him. Taking in a breathe answering with an hello. When I heard his voice it wasn't how I imagined it. Not in a bad way I swear. His voice was noice. Honestly I could fall asleep to his words. He spoke clear. With a ramble sometimes. Going off to different subjects then back to the main topic. His laugh is my favorite. When we ended that call looking at phone just giving a smile. The call help me realize how deep in love with him.

After months, he was real. The person I talked to through a phone is real. This will be the first I seen him face to face. Never telling me his name. Never told me how he looked like. He said he was gonna be wearing blue and white lose flannel with black pants. Really hoping for more that that. But also he said he was gonna hold a sign with my name on it. Walking out of the plane I was nervous the more I walk the more it got real for me. Entering the building I found my bags making my way to the front. Looking around for someone matching his description. Within a minute I found him and I was Starstruck. From his hair to his eye to his smile with him holding the sign. All he did was look around and wait for me. This beautiful man was waiting for me. All I did was stare then walked up to him. He watched me walk closer as he started to walk to me with a smile. Standing two steps from each other. 'Hey y/n,' his voice just made me smile as I nod. 'Hey fo-,' he stopped me mid sentence, 'Noah, that my name my real name.'  Giving a smile, 'nice to finally see you Noah.'

After that first time of meeting we would see each other once every two months. We never lost touch. He told me what he does and I would watch him ether from my phone or me getting him the food he order. Passing it to him and I sit in the back. I watch him talk to his chat. Watch him react to videos or him just playing games. All I did would stare at him. Chat would notice it happening and would type it out. I leave before he starts to ask me questions about what they are talking about. More and more I fell for him. It's like those he fell first and she fell harder scenario but it's one sided. Now I'm packing to head back home.

Noah

I wanted her to be mine. I waited to long for Yn not be mine right. When I first heard her talk I was scared she wasn't gonna answer or be upset if I didn't call her so I ended my stream early. I stared at my phone. Waiting for the perfect time to call her. When the time was right I did it. She had such a nice voice. Then I got to meet her few months later. She was prettier than I imagined. Now she's in my house. Helping me most times. Bringing me my food when I stream. Talk with my stream. She doesn't know but I notice her stare when I'm busy. Then notice other people in chat comments on it as I smile. I like her. I want to tell her before she leaves tonight. I wanted to tell her on the first time I saw her at the airport. But I never did. So tonight I will.

Yn

He ended his stream early as I stay in my room to hear a knock as I open the door. He stood there as a dear to headlights as i tilt my head. ‘Yes Noah?’ He blinked as he gave a soft smile. ‘I was wondering if you want to sleep in my room just for tonight because you will leave tomorrow.’ Now I felt the deer in headlights without know I just nod my head. With that he left. I stayed by the door not know what happened till he called my name. I made my way to his room. His room was neat not messy messy or clean clean just neat. Walking towards his bed as he went to the bathroom. Laying on his bed I just watch the ceiling basically hearing what he was doing in the bathroom. I didn’t know what was gonna happen so I laid on my side. Hearing the light switch go off I felt him going under the blanket. ‘This doesn’t have to be weird right?’ He ask, turning off to look at a glimpse of his face. ‘No why would it be weird?’ Feeling him get closer with his hand touching the side of my body. ‘So this is fine?’ I hummed getting closer to feel his body. His heartbeat were quicken as I give a laugh. There was silence between us. This silence was nice. Till he spoke, ‘the sunrise will be beautiful won’t it y/n?’ (I like you and I don’t want you to leave me) . His body started to relax as soon as he said those words. Giving a smile at those words. ‘I wouldn’t miss it anymore Noah.’ (I like you too and I won’t leave)

[the-ghost-bracket]

Death as Hogfather propaganda:

"Not explicitly Santa per say but DEATH of Discworld must take over the role of the Hogfather (a Santa expy) in order to save Hogswatch (a Christmas/winter holiday expy) as an assassin was hired to murder the Hogfather. He admittedly doesn't do a great job, but he does his best. How could you say no to those baby blues?"

"He's stepping in because if Hogswatch and the Hogfather aren't saved, the sun won't come up tomorrow. He gives a little girl a sword for a gift! He saves the little match girl! He doesn't really get all this Hogswatch stuff because he's death, but he's really trying."

"The Hogfather is the Discs equivalent of Santa. As he goes missing due to an assassination attempt, the anthropomorphic personification of death decides to take over his job to make sure enough belief still exists for him. Death does in my opinion make for a quite good Hogfather, together with his servant Albert, who plays at being an elf and gets to eat all the pies and sherry laid out. Death at one point gifts a little girl a sword, as she wishes for one, and after complaints by the parents explains that being dangerous is the purpose of the sword and that is she cuts herself it will be a valuable lesson. He also saves the life of the little match-girl (Yes, this is a reference to the fairy tale), with the argument that the Hogfather gives gifts and that there is no better present than a future.

Death may only have had the job for one night, but he did is well okay? Gives this skeleton a chance. (I have no idea if he even counts for this)"

"ok so technically he’s not the Santa parody - he’s taking the job for the evening because the Hogfather is indisposed. But rule of funny. You understand me?"

"Despite the obvious comedy of the scenario, Death actually makes an incredibly kind Santa figure. In particular, he is EXTREMELY critical of any attempts to justify poor people getting less than rich people, or to romanticise poverty (if you haven’t read/seen Hogfather already, do it just for the Little Match Girl scene, honestly; I cried). Maybe he does need to work on remembering to say ‘ho ho ho’ instead of COWER, BRIEF MORTALS, but his heart’s in the right place (figuratively speaking, anyway)."

"this speech from the hogfather film: https://youtu.be/vPS5Yw_YsHA?si=H2jqbcCtXfxKbVnE"

"Gave a little girl an actual real sword for Hogswatch (Discworld equivalent of Christmas) cause it's what she asked for, his stand in Hogfather (Santa) costume included a pillow and a fake beard (cause he's a skeleton), he saved the little match girl, stole a bunch of rich people's food so they had to eat variously prepared dishes of old leather boot, and managed to garner enough belief in the actual Hogfather that the Hogfather was not assassinated and the sun rose on Hogswatch morning"

[theillusionmachine]

The Serpent and the Dove (Blurb)

Ominis Gaunt x MC

And yes, Anne is not cursed in this scenario cause... I didn't want her to :,)

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The first time they met was at breakfast…

Anne had met Salem the night of her… memorable arrival to Hogwarts. So, the next morning, when Salem was ready but still drowsy from the events of before. Anne practically dragged Salem out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall. Sebastian wasn’t surprised at the sight of his sister and “the new fifth year” Anne was always one to make friends rather quickly.

Ominis on the other hand wasn’t the least bit prepared when meeting her…

He had sensed her before as he lingered in the Slytherin common room the night before. And for some strange reason, her presences simply overwhelmed him. Ominis wanted to introduce himself and make her feel welcome, especially hearing how she arrived that night. But with the swirl of anxiety, she felt as well as the unreadable emotions that hit him once he sensed her, his brain had simply tied his tongue.

So, to feel all of that again so early in the morning unintentionally put him on edge.

“Morning you two!” Anne greeted, smiling brightly at the male duo. 

“My goodness Anne, the poor girl looks exhausted! You could’ve waited till she woke up a bit before you dragged her out of the common room.” Sebastian teased, smiling up at the two girls.

“Come off it Sebastian.” Anne grumbled, sitting down onto the old wooden bench, Salem followed, quickly reaching for a goblet of pumpkin juice once she situated herself. “She came willing with me, didn’t you?” Anne asked, smiling over at the tired, red-haired girl.

Salem quickly swallowed a gulp of pumpkin juice, nodding before she replied. “Yes, I did.”

Sebastian leaned toward Salem with a fake look of concern. “Look, I can see the hesitation in your eyes... Just blink twice if you need to escape… I can distract-”

“Ugh, that’s enough out of you!” Anne ordered, throwing a roll Sebastian way. 

He simply laughed off his sister, making Anne even more annoyed than before. The two began to bicker back and forth and though it probably sounded intense to those who passed by. Salem could tell that the two were merely teasing each other.

Gosh, they remind me of the aunts..." Salem thought to herself as she began to unintentionally drift off into space.

Salem had been so lost in thought that she didn’t even know that her eyes were locked onto him. Truly she didn’t, but all Ominis could feel was the burn of her stare, how much just her being around just seemed to consume him. He didn’t like how it felt as though she was controlling his heartbeat, he didn’t like that her mere presence dashed away any words he desperately wanted to say.

And he hated, absolutely loathed how… out of control she made him feel.

“Hey…” Salem spoke up, finally falling back into reality.

Just the sound of her voice made Ominis tense slightly in his seat. “I uh… think I saw you in the common room last night, but I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself.”

Holy mother of merlin… What should I say to her? Why am I panicking so much!

“Yes, I… heard some chatter about you. It is a real shame we didn’t get the chance to speak.”

Okay, that wasn’t a bad start of the conversation. I… I just needed to calm down and breathe, breathe…

“Well, now we have our chance!” Salem stated brightly. “I’m Salem, Salem Baudelaire.”

Salem, what a gorgeous name- wait… what am I thinking!?

“Ominis.” He replied, his mind drawing to a blank at what else to say. 

Anne and Sebastian had stopped their bickering, instead focusing in on Salem and Ominis’s attempt at a conversation.

“D-did you forget your last name there mate?” Sebastian muttered, grinning cheekily at his usual cool and composed grin.

It was honestly a treat for him to see Ominis so… unhinged in a way, and he was going to milk it for all it’s worth.

“M-my what?” Ominis replied cluelessly, his heart practically beating out of his chest, so much so it felt as though he was beginning to have an out of body experience.

Anne giggled, finding some humor in her friend's flustered state as well. “Your last name Ominis… c’mon I know you remember this.” She encouraged.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must be having an off morning.” Ominis began, nervously laughing afterward. “It’s Gaunt, Ominis Gaunt.”

Salem couldn’t help but chuckle, though she hoped it didn’t make the blonde-haired boy feel even worse than she was sure he felt now. “Nice to meet you Ominis. I can��t wait to get to know you more.”

Ominis could feel his lips curve into a small smile, something about the way Salem had spoken had melted away a tad bit of nerves, but it was finally enough for him to relax slightly.

“The same to you…”

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Some character background information...

Salem Victorie Baudelaire

Born September 19th, 1875, in Boston, New England

Parents Victoria Baudelaire (nee' Bennett) +, Vincent Baudelaire +

Siblings One older sister, Alexia Colette Baudelaire

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A/N: Hello! I hope you all enjoyed the little blurb I made for my MC. I was originally just going to write a few things for myself but, I figured it wouldn't hurt to post it on here to.

And yes, I did change the canon story... Sebastian's story just made me sad lol. And, in my little Hogwarts Legacy universe I am attempting to write. I want to give Ominis a bit more of a spotlight.

Stay tuned for the next few sets of blurbs I plan on writing if you're interested! Until next time, Illusion.

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[koskela-knights]

I’m trying to make my own AW2 playlist of chapter ending songs—do you have any recommendations? Feel like we’re similarly obsessed with the spiral…

Thnx for your question! And well yeah I might be a bit obsessed with the spiral/loops and its endless possibilities & scenarios that could've been 👀

Besides the official ending songs the game already provides, there are some other songs that give me general AW/AW2 vibes or specific feels for certain characters! I've been pondering about songs to share for a while, so this is a great opportunity! Thnx again for the ask!

Also feel free to share your own songs in my inbox if you feel like it :D

It's gonna be a long post so buckle up 😅

This is the moment to share my love for Lord Huron, specifically their Strange Trails album but also Vide Noir one.

Strange Trails is, to me, an album about being lost and cursed and it's about love. Honestly, I don't think The Night We Met is a good representative about the entire album.

Meet Me In The Woods

This entire song just screams Alan Wake to me.

I took a little journey to the unknown, And I come back changed. I can feel it in my bones. I fucked with forces that our eyes can't see. Now the darkness got a hold on me.

(...)

How long, baby, have I been away? Oh, it feels like ages though you say it's only days. There ain't language for the things I've seen. And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams.

(...)

I have seen what the darkness does. Said goodbye to who I was. I ain't never been away so long. Don't look back them days are gone. Follow me into the endless night. I can bring your fears to life. Show me yours and I'll show you mine. Meet me in the woods tonight.

Like, how can you read those lyrics and not think about our boy Alan.

2. Way Out There

Drifting in a land time forgot If you think that I've changed, you know me not I belong bodily to the earth I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first I been unraveling since my birth

Those lyrics and partially the song in general remind me of Alan in the Dark Place trying to escape. How many loops has he been through? (Thus in this context, kind of wearing 'old bones from those who came first, aka older iterations of Alan himself) Also, the theremin they use is so fitting and it's an instrument often used in horror movies so <3

3. Vide Noir (both album itself & song)

Where can you go when it’s all in your head? These are the last words that I ever said Where can you go when it’s all in your head? These are the last words that I ever said

Tbh, this album also gives off major Control vibes with its themes and songs about the Astral plane & the black void. Many other songs on the album talk about the main character getting lost and drifting in-between time/space and living/dying

4. War by Poets of the Fall

You might be familiar with the song already and its music video 👀

I like how all the Poets were involved in the video as Taken (have you seen BTS shots of Olli with a fake beard?!!) Anyways, the song makes me think of how Alan has to remember that there are people out there who want to help him. That there are people out there fighting against the Darkness, even if he is mainly unaware and might even feel he doesn't deserve external help. It also reflects Alice being Alan's bright light in the darkness, and the reason he wants to keep fighting to get back to her.

In a similar vein, Lust For Life (also PoTF haha) this song could also be seen through an Alan/Alice lens, the shared shoebox mechanic and Alice trying to help/guide Alan back to the real world.

What is lost may be found Safe and sound

5. Hello Cabaret by PoTF

Now this song is maybe one of my faves of the Ghostlight album. Relistening to my fave lyrics of the song, it reminds me of the Koskelas and Ilmo specifically.

For when you come calling Dancing on my grave For all my choices made Judging me for how I played The hand you dealt me Stains the blood that flows

(...)

Of all I once did love but lost Nothing comes without a cost The wise fool said that's just the way it goes

(...)

Most will never comprehend Till' they're in the very predicament

To me, Ilmo at the end of the game is heartbroken and dead inside now that his other/better half is gone. The 'you' in question here might as well be the player or Scratch/Alan and he feels judged by the narrative of his previous actions. He's made decisions and sacrifices and used the Cult as a palpable 'villain' for the greater good. Something many probably didn't/wouldn't understand unless they were in his shoes.

6. Chasing Echoes by PoTF

It's a fun coincidence that in AW2 you have literal Echoes to chase huh.

Is this a role or disguise seeking mercy in creation? Just another device or truly a time when we will rise? Oh one and all, to the occasion And bridge the gap to see the other side?

The more on-the-nose/literal meaning aside, I think this song can be read as another one about Alan trying to escape the DP/spiral upwards toward ascension. Again, there's a 'you' in this song that could be interpreted as Alice who is a light inside Alan's darkness.

7. Brother by Lord Huron

How long have I known you, brother? Hundreds of lives, thousands of years How many miles have we wandered Under the sky, chasing our fear? Considering the spiral and the historical background of the Koskelas and their (indirect) ties to the Huotaris, they might as well known each other/been brothers for longer than what we see in-game. Some kind of trouble is coming Don't know when, don't know what I will stand by you, brother 'Til the daylight comes or I'm dead and gone

(...)

I know we can't stop what's coming But I will try, oh how I'll try Will you fight with me, brother One last time, one last fight

We know Ilmo got visited by the Dark Presence and has had nightmares about killing Jaakko. Luckily, he rose above that (as far as we know) but I think the dread and fear of losing Jaakko keeps lingering just underneath the surface. Personally, I enjoy the thought of people sometimes remembering the previous loop/spiral and that those affected/remembering would try anything to keep the loop from repeating.

8. You Belong To Me by Cat Pierce

If you're a fan of Alan/Scratch, this song has that obsessive/possessive vibe to it that seems to be a dialogue/mix between them.

I've heard allegations 'bout your reputation I'll show you my shadows if you show yours Let's get it right dear, give a good fight dear We'll keep it all up behind closed doors

(...)

I must confess to you, I want to possess you Feels like we're dreaming, we're tripping and reeling Just say that you belong to me I could get lost in the feelings we're feeling Just say that you belong to me

[weebsinstash]

Not really sure what genre music you like, but honestly Cannibal by Neathan Apollo makes for a good Val x defiantReader song, recommend it as a listen :>

I've always had a weird relationship with music because I kind of grew up online so a lot of music tastes have been stumbled onto. Like unironically I love the music meme megamixes that switch tracks every few seconds or kind of joke around with certain chord progressions, or they like, mash-up video game music with popular artists.

Before we move on to some of my ideas, this song, right! It can almost apply to either Reader OR Val if you think about it, because from a toxic narcissists perspective Valentino may also consider you to be a sort of little manipulator capable of pulling his strings, but the line that jumps out at me is

"Time for my confession

You're toxic but infectious

You feed off my attention

Well? Starve"

I constantly think about, like, if Reader is just, someone who at least tries to be a nice person if it isn't as natural. And maybe Val gets a little too cozy and comfortable with how polite and sweet you are, running little errands for him, bringing him food and drinks when he asks, seeming to listen closely with interest and dedication when he speaks, and one day he fucks up. Maybe he's been teasing you yet it's nothing too awful but one day he mocks you in front of others about something you're insecure about and he can just see the shift in your expression, and from then on you're like night and day. You quietly set his drinks down and walk away instead of making eye contact and smiling and asking if he wants anything else. He texts you to fetch him something, and someone else brings it in your stead (maybe you even outright paid them because you didn't want to see the Overlord THAT bad)

One of those real "didn't know what you had until it was gone" kind of scenarios where maybe he starts getting pissy because he tells himself you're just having an awful attitude or being an ungrateful brat for no reason and he has no idea "what he did". I imagine he wouldn't take it very well. I can see him trying to crack a joke or make a comment that normally would have at least made you fake laugh and you just glance at him, say nothing, and look back to your phone, gritting his teeth before asking you what your fucking problem is, making it confrontational, and any further sass you display counts against you. The real salt in his wounds is if he catches you being nice and doing things for someone else that you used to do for him, because then he's getting fucking jealous and possessive and god forbid if you're trying to date someone during this time period, they will go missing, Val doesn't really want you dating anyone period anyways. Even if he is so much as keeping you as a groupie or a servant, you're still "his" and he doesn't like to share without some incentive

((As a side note can I piss and moan that tumblr made some sort of adjustment again and now I can't put anything in italics or bold without it doing it to the entire paragraph because it is so fucking annoying, why is it doing this???? Is it this new phone? I use italics a lot in my writing and this is so fucking obnoxious 😩 i basically can't use italics or bold anymore AT ALL without redoing it over and over and over and at some point i just give up)

But moving on to my suggestions, as someone who likes to get stoned and listen to music while I do my not-actually-writing writing-adjacent daydreaming, I've kind of found few songs that I think of stories for? Actually I found a really good one literally within the last I think two days? I was listening to Just A Waste by PinkPantheress and realized it fits a lot of the concepts and ideas I've had for a hazbin based Reader, while also having a very funky synthy vibe like the time period Valentino is from

How'd it ever get so wrong? Crying on the floor of a washroom stall (working at the club as a waitress only being able to really cry in the bathroom)

You don't know where I'm from, Don't know how I got here but I'm all alone (self explanatory and also works for ideas for a Reader who doesn't know how they died)

I've been waking up as lonely as I did before (works for a Reader who was depressed n shit before death)

A line from the second verse hits harder with "I never asked to be driven away in a foreign car, 'cause the bus will take me just as long, and now I gotta sleep with the lights still on now" like, this is peak, it fits so well. You took his help because you were scared and vulnerable but you really didn't have a choice in context, being freshly dead and alone and confused and panicking, and he was just RIGHT THERE, but after you're in his clutches you realize how dangerous and foolish it was and how maybe risking it on your own would have been as equally unsafe

I also tend to have just. Plotless "Reader getting frustrated and singing" sort of ideas which fits into, the vibe of Hazbin, they do just kind of break out into song, it's a cartoon, but also who doesn't vibe out to music and think of someone belting out to it? So sometimes I also think of the ever so elusive Male Reader, maybe you're kinda on the downlow, making yourself kind of boring and uninteresting because why would you try to stand out when your boss is a horny pansexual sex trafficker, and eventually enough little jabs and comments get under your skin and it's like "oh what, you want me to bounce my ass and shake my hips, put on a little show for you? Bitch I was a musician, I did this shit professionally, i could do this shit in my sleep" and you drop a bop or two or three where you're sassy and snapping your body to the beat just because you're frustrated and tired of being mocked and its like "whoops you kind of just dropped a really high quality performance out of basically rage and outed yourself as a potential asset he can use", this of course being intensified if you were lucky enough to get those Alastor esque showman powers where you can essentially summon little shadow goonies who love doing what you say/etc

Angel and Reader getting into it and Reader all "oh what, you think pole dancing is hard? Maybe 50 years ago, now white women taking yoga classes in strip malls learn that shit to be trendy, you aren't special" and Reader was like some pole dancing instructor in like a very sanitized downtown LA kinda way kwim and just to prove a point busts out some of the things they know and, oh joy there's Big V himself watching his two favorites getting catty with each other and enjoying it

Idk I just think of a lot of ideas involving music and dancing and things like that lol. Shit I've even been getting more into like drift phonk and more aggressive synthetic kind of music and sometimes I think of "imagine if Reader was waiting tables for Val and eas just secretly building some sort of massive career or online fame and one day Val is hanging out with his boyfriend and Vox has something on his phone playing and you just point like, 'oh hey that's my song, what do you like about it? I wanna come out with a new album but I'm looking for inspiration"

I guess this is kind of ultra specific but I also like the idea of like, Val clearly has no problem publicly mocking Vox and humiliating him, so I can just see like, Valentino shitting on Vox's taste in music, all "what, did a robot make that? How are you even supposed to dance to that? Cringe" and Reader is just kind of tired and annoyed with Mr big dick over here always pretending he has one over on other people and everything he likes is cool and everyone else is a loser, and you just, pop out of your seat and start shuffling, and if you remember the concept with Reader who can make their hair and or eyes glow, I like to think of Reader sort of pulsing on the beat, with all kinds of songs really. Imagine you're just trying to vibe on the dance floor at a club and your hips are swaying and light pulsing on the beat and it's like honey, your boss is a MOTH

I bet with Valentino it's a constant struggle depending on who you are. Trying to stay under his radar and not stand out too much but maybe needing some of his favor and protection where you at least need to be somewhat close to him. Not wanting his lust and possessiveness but maybe you're lonely or need some sort of acknowledgement you aren't completely worthless. Not wanting him to know you've got a specific talent but it being something so crucial to who you are that he finds out eventually, whether it's writing music or performing or dancing or writing or art or even skills that may help him in his criminal businesses like having magical powers or even having knowledge in chemistry or cooking drugs/making synthetics. Shit, I've even thought about a Reader who is a massage therapist or a chiropractor and next thing you know he has you becoming his personal "doctor", happy endings included.

[scoundrels-in-love]

I waaaaaaaaaaant 2, 6, 10, 11 (for no reason, I'm just cuuuurious) and 14. Please!

Hi love, you're wonderful, do you know that?

2. has a comment someone left on a fic of yours ever made you cry?

Oh yes! I do not actually cry easily from good emotions, but even so, the answer is yes.

I do keep all my comments pretty much screenshotted, even random nice things people say to me in replies or conversations, to find later and relive the joy of them. Even small things mean the world to me. There are several from our conversations that have made me tear up!

But as for comments posted on Ao3, @zillychu left comment series on I was caught in a crossfire, I was still as the night (You were an angel in the shadows) that made me tear up, every one of 'em. It was the first thing I had written after a long break and I was quite anxious about it and their kind words really helped me feel like I had the ability to say something that others would enjoy or need to hear.

Those comments, and this one, which also made me tear up, are some that I go back to as one of the first when I feel like there's no point to me struggling through the effort of writing, that I can't find words or meanings behind them that are worth sharing. There are already so many good fics out there, so why must I suffer to add just something to the list? But then I reread them and it feels like, maybe there is a point.

I hope you have found some consolation, dear person. That you continue to find some peace and quiet. We are not faking it, because then we would not doubt it, we would know we are. Us tearing ourselves apart benefits no one, least of all ourselves and our tattered hearts that can never go back to the-befores.

6. what is your favourite sense to incorporate in your writing and why?

I honestly think I forget about them all too often. Sense of touch and hearing beyond communication nuance is often incorporated only to show signs of being overwhelmed, for example. I'm trying to be better about it.

I think writing in Trigun world has been an interesting challenge because lot of things I would love to show through senses often stem from my familiar and beloved, very green world.

Overall, I think it has to be sight that appears the most, but I don't know if it's necessarily the favorite.

10. what word do you keep using like it’s going out of style?

I feel like I literally noticed new one in the feral au ch1 but now I've forgotten. I definitely use things like tender and gentle a lot, but that's not on me, that's on them being tender and gentle.

Smithereens is one, has been haunting me for near decade now, I think.

I definitely make Meryl squeak a bit too often.

I feel like my readers might be more aware of it at this point, oops.

11. what grammar mistake do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you? Maybe fuck you a little after all. Come one and come all, I think we as community should stage intervention for English language's addiction to articles. When the sentence has like 5-6 articles for 20-30 words, that shit's GOTTA STOP.

Seriously. I swear I am trying. They're just bullshit and they keep multiplying and they don't exist in my native language and-

14. what trope would you refuse to write even if you were paid to do it?

Yandere things, s*xual assault, assault and domestic violence in general, stalking and violently possessive behavior, not just references but in graphic detail and especially if happening between my OTPs.

Not only these are things I do not want to explore, they also just don't fit the characters I enjoy and write, so having such content would be breaking them heavily in ways I do not enjoy. While technically these aren't tropes, at least some of them, these are things I've seen floating around as AUs/scenarios. There are some I would fiddle with extensively/twist them on their heads to ever consider engaging with, such a pregnancy fics (regular or MPreg) or a/b/o things, but if I was paid to do them and was allowed to do my own thing... Idk.

Send me ask about fic writing?<3

[amethystina]

Hi <3

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about "Gravitational Pull"? Answer it now!

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about "Who Holds the Devil"? Answer it now!

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

I hope you are okay and have a lovely day/night <3

Hi! 💜

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about "Gravitational Pull"? Answer it now!

I honestly have no idea. But to avoid this being the most boring answer to a question ever, I guess I can explain that Gravitational Pull was only meant to be a stand-alone fic at first but, as time passed, I realised how tempting it was to keep going with a series of connected "What if" fics where I basically wreck the canon.

Apparently, making Yo Han and Ga On kiss in episode 13 can throw everything out of whack if you want it to.

There will be five fics in total if my plan holds up (fingers crossed?) and will basically feature the rest of episodes 13-16 of the drama. Except each fic will have one, big "What if" scenario slapped onto it which will change the events considerably. And, obviously, also change the events that will take place in the coming instalments.

I'll basically be pushing a bigger and bigger snowball of canon divergences as I move along until I eventually reach the end. And who knows what that ending will entail?

(Why am I doing this again?)

Anyway, in the next one, the "What if" scenario is: "What if Ga On gets shot instead of Soo Hyun?" and the one after that is: "What if Ga On can derail Kim Choong Sik's execution without telling everyone that the Live Court Show is fake?" and so on and so forth.

And they will be posted as separate fics, not additional chapters to Gravitational Pull, since they will all have slightly different themes and focus. It just felt more reasonable from a narrative and storytelling standpoint to post them separately.

And, naturally, the one I look forward to writing the most is the fifth one — because fuck my life x'D

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about "Who Holds the Devil"? Answer it now!

This is just as difficult as the first one, if not more so because, uh, there's a lot to talk about when it comes to Who Holds the Devil. But a lot of it I say in my author's notes already so it's kind of hard to pinpoint something I haven't already said xD

But here's a fun fact: The most difficult chapter to write so far was Chapter 1. There have been difficult chapters since then, especially those that are emotionally heavy or, more recently, demand a certain level of suspense, but none were as difficult as that first one. Partly because I had to restructure it three times before I got it right. The very first draft actually jumped straight to Ga On getting the text from Elijah but I realised that didn't give it enough impact, so I basically rewrote the entire thing two times until I was satisfied.

And, admittedly, it also took me a while to get Ga On's voice right. Or, rather, to let myself write him the way I instinctively tried to do but my brain kept second-guessing. Partly because he was a new character to me (which is always daunting) but also because the style is a little different from how I usually write. My writing is always pretty descriptive, but Ga On takes it to a whole new level x'D Especially where emotions and impressions are concerned. It's all very visceral and that threw me for a second. Not to mention that a lot of it seems to rely on repetition, which most people are taught is a bad way to write. So there was a lot to get used to.

And, quite honestly, I almost stopped writing the DAY after I had started x'D I felt so out of depth and everything was new and strange and I was so nervous about writing a story set in a country and culture I don't actually know (that still makes me panic every now and then) and... yeah. Just a lot of anxiety there at the beginning.

Thankfully, a lot of it has settled by now and I feel a lot more confident about both the writing itself and my characterisation. And that's no doubt why the first chapter will always be the most difficult one I had to write, since it was the one that gave me the most anxiety.

The second most difficult chapter to write was Chapter 23, because I was injured and also couldn't decide on what I was actually writing so the chapter became an unstructured, unstable mess and I almost had to completely rewrite it. And the third most difficult was Chapter 25 because of the sheer level of pain, anxiety, and grief Ga On goes through. The fact that my grandad died while I was working on it definitely didn't help, either.

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

I'm so bad at this question that soon I'm going to have to start picking obscure Swedish songs that the majority of you won't understand and just hope you don't call me out on the weird choice xD

Anyway, jokes aside. I answered this question in this ask but, if I have to pick another song, I'll go with There's a Rock by Brolle (or Brolle Jr as he was going by at the time). It's a duet he sings with Frida Snell and I was reminded of how much I love it two weeks ago.

So I'm picking that, not necessarily because it has the most spot-on lyrics, but because it's a song I genuinely love.

(Fun fact: My big sister went to the same high school (-ish, the school system is different in Sweden) as Brolle but he graduated the year before she got there. So her only claim to fame is that she stole his chair when she visited the school for an open house/school tour before actually applying for it)

Questions for fic writers

[abcdosaka]

had a really interesting and weirdly comforting and sad dream last night. i forgot most of the details but i kinda remember the gist of it or at least the feelings it gave me.

it was some sort of dream where i saw s and a few other friends too i think. i don't remember where we were or what the real plot of the dream was other than i think s and i had already stopped talking to each other but we happened to see each other somewhere. i'm not really sure how that went although i think it was a little bitter but after that there was some couple that had broken up and we had to work together to get them back together. it was kinda like a buddy cop movie like rush hour or like an adam sandler comedy movie the whole vibe was just silly and fun. i'm pretty sure there were like zombies or something too. somehow we succeeded and we talked and worked through our problems and almost became friends again. waking up from those sorts of dreams is weird bc i get up feeling so comforted and stable and then i slowly come back to reality like oh it's actually not like this at all.

i kinda know the reason why i had this dream out of nowhere though. it may or may not be obvious right now but my life is pretty stagnant at the moment. i love doing the whole fake scenario thing in my head before i sleep and what better inspiration is there than stuff i've already experienced right? i was also high last night too.

i also tend to go back to my memories from early this year where everything was chaotic and my anxiety was driving me nuts but things were at least in motion. yes there's a little bit of motion for me now but i'm so isolated from people like face-to-face that i have almost no motivation. like i should start apartment hunting since i'm gonna be moving halfway across the country in a few months but honestly its hard to care about myself or my future. sometimes i wanna fuck it up. really sucks that i need people.

well, maybe i'll try sending some emails tonight or tomorrow night. i'm flying to visit the office again this week and there's a holiday party which i'm weirdly looking forward to. honestly any excuse to drink with other people.

[votestaynight2]

3rd Day - long day, long night (Scene 2)

I won't run away. Honestly, this Holy Grail War and Master stuff doesn't seem real to me. But still, if there are only two choices, fighting or running away, I will never run away. The priest said it too. If I am a magus, I should be ready.

That is why I must decide. Even though I'm an amateur, Emiya Shirou is a magus. If I have decided to become a superhero in the footsteps of Emiya Kiritsugu, whom I've admired all this time―――

"―――I will fight as a Master. If the cause of the fire ten years ago was the Holy Grail War, I can't let it happen again."

As if he likes my answer, the priest smiles with satisfaction.

"―――" I take a deep breath. I have cut away all hesitation. As a man, I said I will fight. So from now on, all I have to do is go forward with pride so that I will not go against my word.

"Then I shall approve you as Saber's Master. In this instant, the Holy Grail War is accepted. ―――I approve the battle in this town, from now until only one Master remains. Everyone shall follow their pride and compete fully against each other."

The priest's voice echoes heavily through the church. There is no meaning to that declaration. Only Tohsaka and I heard the priest's words. This man merely rang the starting bell as the priest of this church.

"So it's decided. Then I'm going home, but can I ask you a question too?" "I don't mind. This might be the last time, so I shall answer most questions."

"Then I shall ask. Kirei, you're the one in charge of looking after this, so you should have information on the other Masters. I've followed the Association's rules, so at least tell me what you know."

"That's troubling. I really want to tell you, but I do not know the details either. Including Emiya Shirou, there are not many legitimate magi this time. There are only two Masters I know about. Three if you include Emiya Shirou."

"Oh, I see. Still, you should know the order they were summoned. You are the supervisor after all." "…Hmm. Berserker was first. Caster was second. The rest are pretty much the same. Archer was yesterday, and Saber was summoned a few hours ago."

"――I see. Then that means…" "The Holy Grail War has officially started. Rin, you are not allowed to come to this church until the Holy Grail War is over. The only time it is permitted is…"

"When I lose my Servant and wish for protection, right? So I pretty much get points deducted if I come here for any other reason."

"That is correct. You may become the victor, but the Church will not ignore the points deducted. They will take the Holy Grail away from you after a boring discussion. That would be the worst case scenario for me." "You fake priest. A person on the side of the Church supporting the Magic Association?"

"I am serving God. That does not mean I am serving the Church." "Whatever. That's why you're a fake."

And Tohsaka turns her back to the priest. After that, she just makes her way to the exit without saying goodbye.

"Hey, is that okay, Tohsaka? He was your fellow pupil, right? So―――" Shouldn't there be a more proper farewell?

"I don't care. I rather feel relieved from breaking the ties to him. More importantly, you should leave too. You have no business here now." Tohsaka walks across the floor without stopping and really leaves.

I sigh and follow her. And then. "―――!" I feel a presence behind me and turn around. The priest who was behind me before I knew it, is looking down on me.

"W-What? Do you have anything else to say?" I back off as I say so. …Just as I thought, I don't like him. Maybe we're just incompatible or something, but I can't get myself to like him.

"If you don't have anything to say, I'm going!" I make my way to the door, trying to escape his stare.

As I go. "―――Rejoice, boy. Your wish will finally come true." The priest says, as if declaring an oracle.

Those words are… Aren't those the true feelings I haven't yet realized?

"―――What are you saying, all of a sudden?" "You should know. Your wish will not come true unless there is a clear evil. Even if it is not something you approve of, a superhero requires a villain to defeat."

"―――――!" I feel like everything has turned black. The priest said it. The greatest wish and the ugliest wish I have are the same.

…Yes, the desire to protect something, …Is, at the same time, none other than the wish for something to violate it.

"―――Y-You…" But there's no way I'd wish for something like that. I don't remember a moment when I've wished for that. Such an insecure wish… …Just means the target ideals are inconsistent. But the priest says as if to pierce my heart, "Good thing you have an enemy now."

"No, you do not have to gloss over it. Your worries are right for a human being." "――――!" I shake off the priest's words and walk to the door.

"Farewell, Emiya Shirou. This will be my last warning, but take care on your way home. Your world will change completely from now on. You are now at the point of kill or be killed. You are now a Master."

As soon as I leave, the pressure on my shoulders lifts. Certainly, you could say that getting away from that priest helped. But Tohsaka standing out in her uniform… …And the blond-haired girl in a raincoat standing near her make a strangely well-matched sight that somehow takes the pressure off me.

"――――――――" Saber is silent as always. She's looking at me, so it seems she is interested in the decision I made.

"Let's go. We're going the same way until we get back to town." Saying that, Tohsaka starts walking. Following after her, we leave the church as well.

The three of us descend the hill together. We didn't talk much on the way here, but there's even less talk now. Even dull as I am, I know why. After what happened at the church, I truly became a Master. And that must be the reason Tohsaka is walking a little apart from us.

"―――" I understand that. I understand, but I don't like thinking about Tohsaka like that.

"Tohsaka. Is your Servant okay?" "Huh…?" "Oh yeah. Archer is okay. …Though it doesn't seem like the damage caused by your Saber will heal fast, so I don't think I'll be able to materialize him for a while." "Then he's not with you right now?"

"No, he's taking shelter at my house right now. He'll be at a disadvantage if he was attacked by other Servants right now, so I'm making him stay ready at a place of strength."

I see. Unlike my house, I'll bet Tohsaka's house is well prepared against outside attacks.

A house is like a fortress for a magus. They will not lose as long as they stay there. That must mean enemies will not attack you as long as you stay on your home ground. …I see. The boundary field at my house is merely an alarm against intruders, but even having that makes a big difference.

"Oh yeah, Tohsaka. That guy said he was the supervisor of the Holy Grail War, but does he know your Servant?" "He shouldn't. I haven't told him."

"I see. You guys seem to have a good relationship, so I thought so." "…Hey Emiya-kun. I'll warn you now. Don't tell anybody your Servant's identity. Keep it a secret even from people you trust or you'll end up exiting this battle early."

"…? What do you mean Saber's identity?" "What I mean is, which hero the Servant is. No matter how strong someone may be, if you reveal your potential, you'll surely be beaten someday. …It's fine, so have Saber tell you her real name later on. You should understand what I mean then. …Though, hang on. You're like this, so it might be better if she didn't tell you."

"Why?" "Because you can't keep secrets. You'll be able to keep a secret better if you don't know about it." "…Hey now, what do you think I am? I can take care of myself."

"Really? Then do you have anything you're hiding from me?" "Huh…? Anything I'm hiding from you, that's…" I say, as my face fires up. I don't have a guilty conscience, but well, would kind of admiring her count as something I'm hiding from her…?

"See. I don't know what you're hiding, but it's no good if it shows on your face. You have other good aspects, so don't worry about it."

"…Hmph. Then what about you? If you're hiding it from that priest, does that mean you don't trust him?"

"Kirei? Hardly. I'm not crazy enough to trust him. He's a cheat who transferred from the Church to the Magic Association without quitting the Church. He'd happily sell my information to the other Masters."

…Tohsaka says with annoyance. It seems she really doesn't trust that priest. I'm a bit relieved, but still, her words do seem to hold a bit of affection.

――And we pass the bridge. There's no conversation between us now. The cold winter air and our cold breath. A faint sound of flowing water and the white streetlamps that light up the bridge. Small things like that are engraved into my memory.

Oddly, I didn't think about looking at Tohsaka, who's walking next to me. Right now, it seems walking on a bridge at night together like this is more precious than seeing her face. Me, Tohsaka, and the girl called Saber I know nothing about. We three walk together without doing much.

We reach the intersection. The intersection that leads to our houses, the place where we must part with Tohsaka.

"We'll part here. I've repaid my debt, and it would be troublesome if we stayed together any longer. We should part and become enemies from tomorrow on." It must be to end the ambiguous position we are in right now. Tohsaka starts talking and cuts off suddenly.

From that, I realize. She did not explain the rules to me out of any sense of obligation. She just supported me, understanding the situation I'm in, and acted fairly. So things are back to normal once the explanations are over. I will just be her target as a Master now.

"…Hm?" But if so, what she just said was strange. Tohsaka must have meant that it would be difficult to fight if she feels empathy for me. For Tohsaka, everything that happened tonight must have been unnecessary. 'It would be troublesome if we stay together any longer.' If she is going to say something like that, she should have left us alone from the beginning.

Tohsaka's smart, so she should know that all too well. But still, she set aside all thought of loss or gain and helped me out.

So what happened tonight was totally out of good faith. The Tohsaka in front of me is too different from how she is at school. Even when I put it nicely, she's sour, cranky, unapproachable, and she's so different that I want to scream out.

Man, it feels almost like a fraud. …Yet, still… Tohsaka Rin is just how everyone thought she was.

"I see. Tohsaka, you really are a good person." "Huh? What are you saying all of a sudden? I won't go easy on you even if you flatter me." I know that. She won't go easy on me, and that's why she said it'll be a bother if she feels empathy for me.

"I know. But I don't want to be enemies with you if I can help it. I like people like you." "Wha―――"

Tohsaka falls silent for some reason. I hear Tohsaka's house is in the western-style district in the opposite direction to my place. Since she's taken care of me until now, I would like to walk her home, but…

"A-Anyway, just run to the church if your Servant ever gets killed. If you do, at least your life will be safe." "I won't like it, but still, I'll take that advice. It won't happen, though. However I look at it, I'll die before Saber does."

I calmly analyze the situation. "――――Phew." Tohsaka reacts strangely once again. After letting out a sigh, she glances at Saber.

"All right. I won't give you any more warnings because that'd really be empathy. Just be careful. Even though Saber is strong, it won't matter if you, her Master, gets killed." She turns her back and starts walking.

"―――" But. As if she's seen a ghost, her feet stop dead in their tracks.

"Tohsaka?" The instant I call out to her, my left hand throbs in pain.

"―――Hey, have you finished talking?"

A young voice echoes through the night. The voice like a song is unmistakably that of a young girl. My vision is drawn to the top of the hill. I don't know when the clouds parted, but a bright moon is now shining in the sky. ―――There.

A long shadow. There's a strange shape that shouldn't be here in this pale town of shadow pictures.

"――Berserker." Tohsaka mumbles a word I'm not accustomed to hearing. I don't even need to ask. That thing is definitely a Servant. And at the same time――an overwhelming sense of death, exceeding even the one in the fire ten years ago.

"Good evening, Onii-chan. It's the second time we've met like this." The girl smiles as she says so. That innocence sends a chill down my spine.

"――――――――" No, spine is an understatement. Not just my body, but my mind is frozen as well. That thing is a monster. I'm not staring at it, but just its presence makes me unable to move.

I understand naturally that I will die in the instant I move even a muscle. It feels like a knife is pushed right against my naked chest. …Still, I feel nothing. Probably because there's too little hope of me getting out of this alive. All fears and impatience are drowned by hopelessness, so I don't feel a thing.

"―――Crap. He's totally on a completely different level." Unlike me who's paralyzed, Tohsaka has the composure to stand ready. …But it'll come to nothing. Even though I can only see her back, I can sense the despair she's feeling. "Huh? Oh, your Servant is taking a rest? That's no fun, I thought I'd kill you both at once." The girl says unhappily, as she looks down at us from the top of the hill. …We're in an even worse situation now. That girl knows Tohsaka's Servant is not here. ―――And then. The girl lifts the sides of her skirt and bows unsuitably for this situation. "Nice to meet you, Rin. I am Ilya. You should work it out if I make that 'Ilyasviel von Einzbern'." "Einzbern―――" Tohsaka's body moves slightly as she seems to recognize that name. Perhaps she liked Tohsaka's reaction, as the girl smiles happily. And… "Then I'll kill you. Go ahead, Berserker." …She orders the strange shape behind her, as if she's singing. The larger body flies through the air. The thing called Berserker comes flying down the whole distance from the top of the hill――――! "―――Shirou, stay back…!" Saber runs. Her raincoat comes off and my vision is blocked for a second. Saber runs to Berserker's landing point and Berserker lands with a huge thud at exactly at the same moment. "…!" The air trembles. Saber stops Berserker's great sword with her invisible sword. "―――!" Saber makes a pained face. There, Berserker's gigantic sword flashes like a whirlwind―――! A great thunderous roar. The crash of steel that almost tears the air results in defeat for Saber. A sliding sound. Even though she blocked Berserker's giant sword, she is driven back along with the sword she used to block it. "Guh…" Saber's posture collapses. The lead colored Servant chases after her. The gray figure swings its giant sword as if it's the only thing it knows how to do. Saber doesn't have the time to dodge it and blocks it with her sword. It does not matter if Saber's sword is invisible or not. Each of Berserker's attacks is a fatal one that must be blocked with all her might. Therefore, Saber has to stay on the defense. For her, the only chance of victory is to find a means of attack in between Berserker's attacks. But. That's only if Berserker leaves an opening. The black rock sword is just like a storm. With such a large body. And with such a large sword, and yet Berserker is moving faster than Saber. The attacks he sends out are just smashing swings with no technique to them. But that's enough. If there is overwhelming power and speed, there is no room for technique. Techniques are something humans invented to compensate for their weaknesses. Weaknesses are things that giant doesn't have. "―――Run." I murmur with my frozen body. That thing cannot be defeated. Saber will be killed if we go on like this. So she should run away. It would be easy for her to get away if it were just her here. She should know that already…! "Oh―――" That's bad. My body is numb, but maybe that's why my mind is so calm. The storm of death that strikes without a pause. Unable to take all the attacks, Saber retreats, and this time… The final blow that cannot be blocked is swung.

Saber's body rises. She manages to defend against Berserker's giant sword, even in a bad posture.

But that's only to avoid a fatal wound. She couldn't brace herself to totally block the giant sword, and the impact blows her away.

―――She falls, her body drawing a big arc. Before she falls on her back, Saber turns in mid-air and lands on her feet. "…Ugh…!" She manages to recover. But red blood is running down her chest. "―――That's…" …How stupid of me. I was forgetting something important. I don't know how much a Servant can fight in one day, but this is already her third battle. And on top of that, Saber has the wound in her chest inflicted by Lancer. "Uh, gh―――" Saber moves as if to protect her chest. Berserker moves and slashes like a raging wind at the wounded Saber and―― Receives many attacks on its back. "―――Vier Stil Erschie[szlig]ung…!" I don't know what kind of magic it is, but Berserker's body explodes from Tohsaka's spell. Judging from the magical energy given out, the magic directly hitting Berserker must be an impact close to that of a high-caliber pistol. But even that is meaningless. It doesn't even scratch Berserker's body. He isn't nullifying magic like Saber. It's just that the magic is not doing any damage. "…!? Gah, what kind of ridiculous body does he have…!?" But Tohsaka does not stop casting, But Berserker ignores Tohsaka's spells and charges at Saber. "…!" Saber raises her head in pain. She holds her sword up to still fight. ―――That gets my body to move again.

"No, run, Saber…!" I yell with all my might. Hearing that, she faces the enemy she cannot compare to. There is no end to Berserker's attacks. Saber's body sinks every time she blocks a blow, and she slowly approaches her final moment. ―――But still, where in that small frame does she have all that power? Saber doesn't retreat. She blocks the surging waves of the giant sword and tries to drive back Berserker with her willpower. There is no chance of victory. The way she's holding her ground looks bizarre, as she should know she will be defeated if she keeps fighting. Maybe it sensed something in her posture. "[wacky len=12]―――!" The figure, silent up to now, roars. A blow impossible to block. The blow that even swings through Saber blows her away. The sound of something falling in the distance. …Fresh blood spills out. In that pool of blood, with a body that should not be able to get back up… "Ag…" She stands up unconsciously. …It's as if… She is saying I would be killed if she didn't do so――― "―――――――――――" That… Makes me realize how foolish my choice was. Berserker stops after defeating Saber. Without paying attention to me or Tohsaka, it waits for its master's orders at the top of the hill. "Hah, there's no way you would be able to beat him. My Berserker is the greatest hero of Greece." "…!? Greatest hero of Greece, you must mean―――" "Yes. The one standing there is the devil called Hercules. He is the worst monster there is, on a different level from the heroes you guys can summon." The girl who called herself Ilya narrows her eyes cheerfully. Those are eyes of joy, about to finish off her enemies. ―――I don't even need to say who the ones getting killed are. Saber will be killed right here. Then what am I going to do? Am I going to fight that monster in her place? I can't do that. Just approaching that thing without being prepared would stop my heart. I―――

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Thank you! I'm currently at school right now, so I'll make sure to text Orchid this.

I looked at her wings last night and they are foldable, but it's definitely gonna take some practice. As for the plants, luckily all the ones in my room are fake. Although we do have a couple ferns in the kitchen, so I gotta find a new place for those.

Honestly my main concern is what to do if her parents react badly (or worse, want to "cure" her). Like obviously she'll be staying with me and my family in that scenario, but Orchid LOVES her parents. They've gotten her through some of the hardest times in her life, so them turning around and rejecting her would legitimately be crushing. (It'd also sour all of my pervious interactions with them, but I'm used to people's families just pretending to like me.)

Hopefully I can atleast prevent her from falling down the internalized-genophobia pipeline, but that shouldn't be too hard..maybe.

Thanks for the advice :]

Question, what do you do when your (thought to be) human girlfriend shows up at your doorstep with moth wings?

Yeeeah. It appears my girlfriend (Orchid) was a late bloomer, which is weird since she went through puberty about the same time as most people. But convention be dammed, the x-gene wanted to cook a little longer. So from what I've gathered so far:

-Orchid has developed wings, antennas, and (mostly?) black eyes

-She looks like she just got back from the Amazon, and has almost started crying more than once because of it

-She has gotten atleast 55% of the plants off her body, with about 15% of it being done without either of us ever touching it (damn, kinetics rule the world don't they?)

-She can "hear the earth whispering" (?!?!?) and has refused to take off my headphones less the sensory overload get WAY worse

-She is currently pressed up against my stomach, which I've turned into a glorified lava lamp. Glad to know she still finds it pretty ♡

Neither of us know what to do with this information, and she's currently terrified at the thought of going back home. I know it'll likely go over fine with her dad, as I'm like..60% sure he's a passing-mutant? As for her mom, no idea how she'll react.

I don't really know what to do. Right now, I've just got my heating pad on her back to help with the sudden pressure, and I'm gonna get her some water after I type this. Might just let her crash here secretly for a few days while she adjusts to her new body.

Any advice would be appreciated, especially from anyone who may have similar mutations to what I'm describing. Thank you :)