#and I don't got Ao3 or anything like that

[ghostchems]

it feeds - papa v perpetua x f!reader

your night is ruined(?) by an intruder

author's note: v is for vampire :) blood sucking, boob sucking, fucking and scary shadow stuff. death and dying. despair. 1.5k words. 18+! mdni! thank you king kong photoshoot for making me finish writing this. ao3 link.

“Hello? Something there?”

Your voice rings out into the darkness, loud and tinged with fear. The window is open, curtains billowing in the frigid night air. Scratching. Squeaking. You bring the comforter up to your nose. A vain effort to hide, to put something in between you and whatever lurks in your room. The shadows begin to twist and writhe, swallowing up the bright light from the moon.

You’re left in complete darkness.

Eyes squeeze shut and you pray for this moment to be over, for it to be sleep paralysis that you’ll snap out of soon. A hand drifts along the comforter. Gentle. Almost teasing. It starts at your feet, dragging upward, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it travels beside your body. You can feel each individual finger through the fabric, cold as ice.

“Please…” A whimper escapes your throat as the hand reaches your shoulder, long fingers twirling in your hair.

“Shhh, pretty thing,” the creature purrs, “open your eyes. See me.” You don't want to. Every fiber of your being screams at you to keep them closed. But your body betrays you, eyelids fluttering open against your will. There, in the pitch black, you see its teeth first - rows upon rows of gleaming white, stretched into an impossibly wide smile.

Then you see the rest of him, materializing from the dark like smoke . A high-collared coat frames his dark figure, buttoned to the base of his neck with a sleek turtleneck beneath. On the upper half of his face sits a silver mask that gleams in the darkness. His visible eye is pure white. The exposed skin around his mouth up to his nose is painted white while his lips are an inky black that parts to reveal those terrible teeth. His hair is smooth, falling in gentle curls past pointed ears.

He steps closer, and you feel the mattress dip under his weight as he perches on the edge of your bed. His long, skeletal fingers continue their gentle caress through your hair, and you find yourself unable to look away from that bone-white eye.

"You called out to me. Did you know that, pretty thing?" he asks, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade.

"N-no," you stammer, shrinking away from his touch despite the magnetic pull of his gaze. "I didn't call anyone." It almost feels silly to argue but you’ll try anything to end this nightmare.

"Oh, but you did," he croons, leaning closer until you can feel his cold breath against your cheek. "Life got ya down? Feeling lonely? Lost in the dark?" His voice drops to a whisper, each question like a silken thread wrapping around your throat. Until you realize that his fingers have wrapped around your throat. "Those little whispers into the void - they're all little invitations to creatures like me."

You try to twist away, but his grip only tightens. Your thoughts have been mostly of a depressive nature lately; you feel stuck in your life and unsure if you’ve made the right choices. But your words weren't meant for him.

He knows what you’re thinking, his lips stretching into that terrible smile again. Frigid breath ghosts across your face as he speaks. “It’s not so bad. Let me help ease your burdens." His hand travels up your neck to settle beneath your jaw and he tilts your head to face away from him.

“W-what are you going to do?” Your voice is nothing but a breathless whisper now. Eyes dart around the dark room in fear, knowing that this is wrong. The thought of escape flutters through your mind, but he is overwhelming you. His free hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, an almost tender gesture that makes your skin crawl.

The creature chuckles, dark and silky, like poisoned honey dripping from his lips. "Despair is delicious, to me, anyway," he murmurs, and you feel those razor-sharp teeth graze against the tender skin of your neck. Your heart thunders as his grip tightens. "I'll take it from you, pretty thing. Make you feel…alive again”. He gives a shaky breath before his lips press softly against your throat. A kiss, gentle and cold, sends shivers down your spine. Your hands find their way to his back, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat without any conscious decision to do so. You’d be lying if you weren’t interested in his words.

Another kiss, and another, each one leaving trails of ice across you. You know you should be terrified but you’re subdued by his touch. He shifts on top of you, his kisses growing rougher. Your breathing quickens, eyes wide as you stare into the dark abyss of your ceiling. Thoughts scatter like leaves. The creature's nail catches the collar of your t-shirt and he tears it down the middle to the bottom hem, a clean, slow cut.

You make a surprised noise, unable to choke words out as your exposed to him. His fingers trail down your sternum, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Soft lips press against your collarbone, each kiss punctuated with a gentle scrape of teeth. You’re teetering on the edge of extreme danger and you know it - but you’re almost in a trance. Lost in how his mouth burns like frostbite. You feel his smile against you as his hands slide lower, splaying across your ribs. His mouth continues lower, kisses growing hungry and possessive. Lips hover over your heart, where your fear pounds in a violent rhythm. His teeth press down and you hold your breath, certain that this is the moment he'll tear into you. Instead, he chuckles against your flesh, dragging his nose further down your chest.

When his cold lips close around your nipple, you gasp and arch into the sensation. His tongue flicks against it as his other hand slides up to palm the other. A whimper escapes your lips as his teeth graze ever so slightly, sending sparks of electricity through your body.

His cold kisses and sharp teeth trail over you until his mouth hovers over your heart again.

This time he bites.

A flash of white light explodes behind your eyes and you cry out in agony. You’re transported somewhere else. A recurring nightmare of yours. You’re reaching out for the light as you fall into complete darkness. It moves further and further out of reach but instead of fighting, you let yourself go. Warmth spreads through your body. The darkness that once terrified you now wraps around you like a hug, soothing your fears away. The light above grows dimmer and dimmer, but your hands still extended toward it with no hope of ever touching it again. You don't mind anymore. Your muscles relax, tension melting away as you near the bottom of the pit.

The creature releases you.

Adrenaline explodes through your body, heart pounding against your ribcage as if trying to burst out of it. Lungs fill with a sharp, deep gasp of air. Your eyes fly open to find his face inches from yours, sharp teeth stained crimson with your blood bared. It drips down his chin, landing on you.

Before you can process, he crushes his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss.

The taste of copper fills your mouth as his teeth clash against yours. His tongue traces your bottom lip, cold and insistent. You can taste your own blood. You’ve already established that this is wrong, but everything feels electric. His cold fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear. The coolness of his touch soothing you. He unbuttons his pants. You feel his length press against your thigh, cold and hard. His mouth finds yours again in another bruising kiss as he positions himself between your legs.

The creature has made you come alive and now he wants to feel it.

He enters you slowly, stealing your breath away. The contrast between his icy touch and your feverish skin is maddening. His hips snap forward and you arch beneath him, a deep groan from your throat as he sets a merciless pace. His mouth finds your throat again, his teeth piercing your flesh once more as his thrusts grow more desperate. The sharp pain mingles with pleasure, making your head spin as you cling to him. Your nails dig into his back through the fabric of his coat.

His growls grow more feral with each thrust, vibrating against your throat where his teeth are still buried in your flesh. Your moans echo in the darkness of your room, unashamed and desperate. You're taking him deeper, harder, your body accepting everything he gives you. He releases your throat with a snarl, blood dripping from his lips as he looks down at you with that bone-white eye. His thrusts become more erratic, more animalistic.

Shadows pulse and swirl around you both. The creature's white eye glows brighter until it’s the only thing you can see. Your body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you cum. A strangled cry rips from the creature's throat, how you clench around him driving him to finish inside you.

The glow of his eye dims, and the shadows consume you.

“Oh, pretty thing," you hear from the darkness, "your despair tasted divine." His cold fingers trace your jaw. "And your liveliness... absolutely intoxicating."

Consciousness fades.

You do feel lighter.

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy Wednesday, I've been sick all week so here's hoping your week has been better than mine (though food poisoning probably isnt any better)

I went to a pet expo last week and was surrounded by so many good doggos, and I remembered you had a vs where magnus and Alec adopt a cat and dog, would you be interested in adding anything to that vs? Sfw/nsfw

Thanks

i've also been sick so I feel that I and truly hope you are better and got over it quickly because it's the worse. also brain fog when sick makes it harder to get better because i'm like 'hydration? whose she? the cup is too heavy to lift'.

the food poisoning last week was on top of being sick so I kind of just, gave up on half that day lol

omg did you get to pet many of the good doggos? or wave at them? or give treats? I don't know I just hope they all had a good time! and that you did too

yes here we go, this was the last part and the first part on ao3

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

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Magnus is sipping tiredly at his drink, mask firmly in place and smirk on his lips when a bouncer approaches him.

It’s an older employee, one who looks at Magnus just as warily as he does the direction he comes from. Which means that he’s one of the ones who knows just enough to know nothing.

“There’s a shadowhunter here, to see you.”

Magnus blinks at that, because if Alexander is resorting to such dramatics then it better not be because he’s brought home yet another demonic pet.  One he conveniently can’t take with him to the damned Institute. 

Magnus hardly minds more reasons for Alexander to come by, except when those reasons take up the majority of Alexander’s time and energy and thoughts.

Sometimes it feels like there’s hardly room for Magnus — melodramatic to be sure but he deserves it. Especially on the mornings where he wakes up with fur in his face instead of Alexander.

“Have him come in then.” Magnus can draw the veils to ensure Alexander isn’t recognized.

“He’s not really.” The fae hesitates.  Actually hesitates and then adds, “I think it would cause something of a panic, if he came in looking like he does.” The way he looks at Magnus insinuates he also thinks that Magnus will cause something of a panic, when he sees the shadowhunter.

Magnus checks his phone as he walks, heart in his mouth because either Alexander’s brought home something a little more dangerous than usual, or something is wrong.

Or worse, both.

It’s the ichor he smells first but it’s the blood he sees.

It coats Alexander like a second skin, so that even his coat and pants gleam with coagulated and drying blood.

Magnus bites back bile as one step turns into a portal just so he gets to Alexander a few seconds sooner, hands reaching out to vanish the layers of blood. Helpless to wonder how to fix this.

“Most of it is not mine.” Is Alexander’s rather helpless deflection. It’s a relief to hear even if panic still throws Magnus’ heart relentlessly against his ribcage.  The exhausted look in Alexander’s eyes makes it clear he knows he’s failing to truly distract Magnus.

“Most of it.” Magnus scoffs, magic already burning away the last layer before he can sterilize Alexander, disappearing his jacket so Magnus can better see the damage.

Magnus blinks in the dimlight of the alley, at the fact that Alexander’s shirt is shredded, skin peeking through in a pattern that looks distinctly ominous.

He forms a portal on instinct and Alexander’s eyes go wide and his voice turns alarmed.

“Magnus we can't—”

The alarms of his wards go off as Magnus forcibly portals them through, ignoring how his head rings with warnings before they’re sealed off. 

This is an isolated enough room that he can make sure nothing gets in or out without his permission. The most important part is getting Alexander somewhere safe enough that Magnus can strip him.

Sure enough, when Magnus gets Alexander’s shirt off, he sees his fears confirmed.

Alexander’s chest is decorated with bruises and cuts but the worst are four puncture wounds around his heart, as if something tried to reach for it and rip it out.

“You aren’t even supposed to be on patrol! You’re supposed to be on a delegation mission. Turning your nose up at fancy cocktails and coming home to complain about how many people tried to small talk with you!”

Magnus really hopes his voice doesn’t crack out loud like his heart cracks in his chest.

The problem with secrets is that things like this happen, Alexander wounded without his knowledge.

“Magnus, Magnus—” Alexander’s fingers are firm and strong and he’s pulling Magnus against him, ignoring that it no doubt aggravates his own damned wounds. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I came back to you. Straight back to you. I didn’t even stop at the infirmary—”

Magnus makes a noise of protest because that’s not what his instructions mean and Alexander knows that.

“I promise I had other reasons. I didn’t stop at the infirmary also because they won’t be able to help without calling the Silent Brother’s for an antidote.”

“Are you poisoned?” Magnus summons half his apothecary and his book of demonic venoms. 

“Just a little.”

“Just a little!” Magnus resists the urge to throw his book at the wall, or worse, Alexander.  Maybe it would knock some knowledge into his pretty head about priorities. 

Though knowing Alexander, he wouldn’t even dodge and just let it hit him.  Magnus gives his lover a look of pure, adoring loathing. Alexander’s lack of self-awareness really is going to give Magnus a conniption one of these days.  

It’s going to turn his hair truly white, rather than just the streak that’s been growing since they started dating... and the second one that started growing in their second year.

Truly, as dashing as it looks and Alexander’s very obvious interest in it, Magnus is more concerned by the ramifications of it.

How is he supposed to live every day knowing Alexander is somewhere out there being reckless with Magnus’ heart?

Though, to be fair Alexander has been purposefully going less and less into the field.  Magnus eyes him suspiciously even as the diagnostic magic finishes and he summons a potion. Thrusting it to Alexander with a look that just begs his darling to protest.

Thankfully, Alexander drinks it without comment or complaint.

“What did you bring back?”

Alec’s back stiffens, the bare muscles contracting but there is reason why Alexander protested going home and a reason why Magnus wards went off and he had to redirect them to this room.

“Alexander. Did you hide a demonic creature in your pants?”

Magnus snaps them away, ready to do a great many things to protect Alexander only to stop, aghast at what he sees.

There, coiled around Alexander’s thigh and rumbling as if asleep, is a small feathered snake.  It’s difficult to know which species it is exactly, if it will grow wings and talons or stay a snake but it’s a rare and obscenely powerful kind of creature.

Worse, it’s adorable.  

Soft blue-grey feathers like stormclouds and green scales and it has long whiskers like silk and a ruffled tail that twitches as it wuffles.

Curse Alexander for knowing that Magnus is weak to reptiles.

Magnus can’t help the little coo he lets out, or the wiggling of his fingers and the spreading of his magic. This is definitely not a creature Alexander can take to the Institute; even if allowed.

Creatures like this aren’t demons but demonic in nature and are often used in rituals or potion crafting, which is a waste and a pity.  Magnus grins as the creature wakes and untangles from Alexander’s thigh and flies over to him, pooling into his offered hands like a puddle of magic.

“You really do have the strangest of luck, my love.”

Alexander looks relieved, more than anything and Magnus wonders if he’d brought it with him hopeful, but still expecting a fight.

“It helped save me, in a way.  If anything it saved me from more blood loss.”

“Oh, do tell?” Magnus can’t do anything about the wounds until the poison is dealt with which can take a few hours.  Thankfully, the bleeding has slowed enough that after Alexander showers, Magnus can dress the wounds with balms and that will be enough until he’s asleep.

“It punched through the heart and spine of the demon trying to tear out my heart. It would have taken me at least ten more seconds to get an arrow deep enough into its brain to kill it. Not enough to kill me, but definitely enough that I’d need runes and at least a day of recovery.”

Magnus is very grateful indeed and even if he hadn’t liked the little creature, he would have let it stay. 

For it had performed a very worthy deed.

And while Alexander won’t need a day of recovery, he’ll need several hours and some food Magnus thinks, eyeing Alexander’s body with concern.  His muscles are far more pronounced than they should be and Magnus summons a flask of water directly to Alexander’s hands.

“Did you forget your canteen? What even happened, did you get dragged out on a hunt?” 

“No, the delegation was attacked and it was before the dinner portion of it.  We’re still not sure if it was planned or accidental but a rift formed in the garden and half of the delegation fell in. Most fought to hold the demons back and a few ran for aid.” The way Alexander says it makes it clear that while some fell in, he most likely jumped in.

Despite how he feels about it, Magnus knows that was probably the best course of action. Closing a rift from the inside is hard, but it’s better than hopelessly fighting an ever increasing swarm coming from it.

“So you didn’t have anything besides your formal attire.”

Alexander gives him a faux snotty look, eyes bright with humor as his face twists into what Magnus knows is an impression of some pretentious hunter.

“I’d have thought as a High Warlock, that you’d know, shadowhunters only wear their best hunting gear and weapons to these kinds of events.  Things like canteens and protective gear aren’t worn, but it’s probably the most heavily armed and armoured you’ll see a group of nephilim outside a battlefield.”

As interesting as that is — and it is interesting, Magnus will simply think about it later — it’s mostly just a relief to know Alexander was well prepared for battle at least.

Alexander breaks character with a soft cough and rubs at his chest sheepishly, standing there in just his boxers and boots and Magnus really wonders how on earth he ever found this man.

It’s ridiculous to consider how much Magnus loves him and that if it hadn’t been for an accident, Magnus might have missed out on so much joy.

“I think you should name this one too.” Alexander is still smiling and he’s ridiculously cheerful for someone who nearly died and then brought home a pet knowing his boyfriend might be displeased.

Magnus thinks he falls in love a little more, though he’s not sure how that’s possible at this point.  Of course Alexander would be happy simply because Magnus and the little creature that saved his life are getting along.  

He’s utterly ridiculous like that.

“Even though it saved your life?” Personally Magnus thinks such a feat deserves a worthy name but also Alexander is the one saved by it.

“This is the first time you’ve actually been excited about something I’ve brought home, Magnus.” Alexander smiles at him softly, “and more important than saving my life, it made me able to come home to you. So yes, you should name it.”

Magnus is touched despite himself but also he knows what he wants to name it. 

“Yudha,” he calls it and lets magic settle into its bones.

Named creatures become more powerful. It’s a face written into existence and Alexander knows it as well, it’s part of why Magnus is so exasperated with his lover. Bringing home already powerful creatures and giving them even more power that requires more time spent with them.

However, Yudha, the little warrior that appeared to help Alexander in battle, helps Magnus better understand what Alexander feels.

“Medicated baths for you both.” Magnus decides because a shower might be too harsh for Alexander’s wound and this room has a full bathroom for a reason. “I’ll set the sink up for Yudha, and then I’ll join you in the bath.”

Mostly because he wants to be able to hold Alexander’s head above the water if his darling falls asleep. An unfortunate possibility, but not an unwarranted one with the way exhaustion is stark on Alexander’s face.

Magnus doesn’t think Alexander will be able to eat until he’s slept, but it’s more important that he drinks. The canteen he’s sipping from is bottomless, which means that Magnus can at least be assured he won’t run out.  Even if Magnus needs to remind him to drink when he forgets.

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AN:

I want it clear magnus adores alec he’s also just like... how the fuck did i get so lucky but also what is wrong with you?? Which is — i think — very fucking valid when you consider that alec is like, more worried about magnus not liking the new pet he brought home more than his bleeding chest. Or the fact that he was like ‘hi magnus ignore the blood soooo....’

Like, really poor magnus okay. This guy is really going through it. He’s about to show up at the institute with three demonic animals and go ‘hello darling, our children won’t settle without goodnight kisses from you,’ 

And like, fuck secrecy he knows damn well that Alec would happily just be like, ‘oh i’m sorry. I forgot to kiss them goodnight before I left’. And they both know damn well that alec not only kissed them goodnight but gave them extra kisses because he was leaving early. And then goes and smooches all of them, including magnus 

Yeah unfortunately the political climate isn’t quite there yet but magnus is about to make some waves so it gets there. Because this whole secret relationship thing is very stressful when your boyfriend has the worst luck possible and likes to jump into rifts.

[pip-see]

More tbhx drabbles, woah I'm on a role

Soul Glowing Flower

“What was he like?” Lin Ling blurts out and Moon stops her swinging for only a second, looking at him with a questioning face before resuming.

“Who? Nice?”

Lin Ling swallows then remembers who he's talking to and immediately, kinda regrets asking such a personal question after just meeting Moon. But Lin Ling thinks he knows her better than he didn't before. But the question still seems insensible and he feels bad as soon as the question leaves his mouth.

“A-h you know what nevermind. It's fine. I– didn't–”

Moon cuts him off before he can finish. “No, it's fine. You're curious. I don't blame you.” She laughs somewhat bitterly. “I was curious about him too.”

His eyes fly back towards her, he didn't even notice that they had been down casted but he looks at her shocked mouth agape.

Moon snorts at him. “Yeah, my exact reaction once I got to know him.”

She stops swinging, pulls her knees to her chest and hurdles them together. She seems small, he can't help but think. Small and caged.

He wished she could be free and quickly his mind thinks, if this is how Nice felt too. Trapped and caged.

“He was–” Moon scoffs. “ I almost said Nice.He was nice though. At first. He always had a smile on his face. It was gentle, warm and something else I didn't quite figure out until you told me he killed himself.”

Lin Ling sees Nice’s face before he jumps. It happened in a second. Nice had a fake jovial smile on his lips, his signature pose ready and then he jumped and changed Lin Ling’s life in the same second.

“Lifeless.” He supplies.

Moon nodded.

“Yeah.” She shot him a look that had him go stiff at the spot. “You saw it too?”

“I did…before he jumped.”

He expects some sort of response. But he doesn't get one, what he does get is a glinting gold necklace thrown his way. He catches it easily.

“You can keep it. He gave it to me when we first ‘got together.’ It was a way to plead the media at the time.” Her finger quotes make Lin Ling squirm. It was easy to forget sometimes that her and Nice's relationship wasn't real. The perfect couple. Not perfect, and not even a couple

He tightens his grip on the gold chain letting the coolness of it stay on his palm, “I can't accept this…”

“No, I want you to have it not as something Nice gave me but a gift from me to Lin Ling. As a way to remember to be yourself. You are not Nice, I hope you remember that." She got off her swing, shook her shoulders and took a breath, then turned to the camera. “ Now I'm going to take a shower and we're going to figure out a way out. She can't keep us here forever.”

Lin Ling nodded, half heartedly paying attention. His gaze was in the necklace attached to the chain was a gold circle, engraved on it was a flower. He knew very little about flowers; he knew roses and tulips meant love, spider lilies represent death and that like all living things: They need food and water.

He traced the outline with this finger. He really didn't figure out anything about Nice. Well that's a lie. Nice was somewhat a lie, he figured out that much. That and Lin Ling was going to be himself. Forever long that was.

He put the necklace on. He was Lin Ling.

( the flower was a dandelion which symbolizes new beginnings. Also when I get my AO3 account I should be posting more tbhx stuff I have Lin Ling/ Wreck fic in the works and a nicest fic to)

[watchandread02]

Truly love the fact that I have a friend who I finally got to watch spn. I get to teach her all the fun stuff.

Yesterday she asked me if there are even a lot of destiel fics. And I just went. Oh buckle in for this one, you haven't seen anything like this yet.

Also very shocking to learn that there are people out there that don't know that Destiel has over 120.000 fics on ao3.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes episode 119: Road Trip, part 2

Also Entitled: Promises

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology, including part 1, here!

AO3!

CWs: oral sex; semi-public sex; moderate grodiness; enthusiastic consent

A/N: Not much to say tonight, only that if you have a request, please send it in, and I hope you enjoy the episode

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Ten hours of driving. Almost nine at night. You were both exhausted as you pulled into Blackpool, looking for a cheap hotel with a vacancy. The waning daylight painting the sky a vivid purple.

You looked over at Liam, the gangly, nerdy werewolf in the driver's seat. You wouldn't have thought how barely two hours into the drive you'd already sucked him off. Though, the smell in the car might have been a giveaway. It had stopped bothering you now, even if the mixture of musk and cum was keeping you hot, sitting on a damp patch spreading from your eager cunt.

Liam pulled the car into a neat parallel park, opening his door. The waft of fresh air hit you, cool after the stuffy car. He walked around the slightly shitty Astra, opening your door and offering his hand to you to step out.

You took it and got up "you know, it's a little late to do the whole knight in shining armour bit"

He grinned at you "Aww, I can't be nice to you without you suspecting I have some ulterior motive?"

"Well, somebody forgot their meds, and we passed like, four pharmacies in Blackpool" You both knew he was recently off his rut suppressants, so he was a stinking, wriggling hornball, even for a young werewolf. Of course, you hadn't said anything when you actually could've got some more.

"Why ruin the fun?" He winked. He had a point.

You followed him into the hotel, letting him step up to the reception desk. You felt like you could smell your arousal on you, and just wanted a shower at this point. A card machine beeped and a set of keys were handed over. Liam tossed them to you, putting his muzzle next to your ear

"Go on ahead to the room. Wait on the bed, I'll handle the luggage." He pulled away and went back to the car.

You started up the stairs to your room when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You checked it, a message from Liam

"Don't shower"

You smiled to yourself, climbing the stairs to the top floor. The hotel was old, probably a Victorian building. The hallways smelled of old wood and carpet, winding in a maze of room numbers that seemed to travel in no particular order. You found yours and opened the door.

The bastard. He'd got you a fancy suite. You sat on the king bed, looking out of the window, the sea twinkling in the last light of the sun as it dipped below the horizon. You stepped through a pair of French doors onto a balcony, feeling the warm evening air and taking in the view.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist. That familiar warm musky smell wafted over you. A smile danced on your face.

He nibbled on your neck "You wanted me to return the favour?"

You purred, reaching up to bury your hand in the fur of his neck, leaning your head back into him as he gently bit, being careful not to break the skin. You turned to him, your face less than an inch from his nose

"Out here?"

"If you insist" He pushed you back against the railing before kneeling down in front of you, pulling off your soiled knickers and opening your legs a little. His muzzle was between your legs, sniffing and nuzzling his nose into you. "You smell good"

You giggled, blushing as you held your skirt down over him "It's a bit public, right?"

"Nobody's looking, it's just us up here"

You closed your eyes and took a shuddering breath, centring yourself "You're right, it's just us." You put a hand on his head, holding him to your drooling cunt "Now, you have a promise to keep"

He was shy when you were in the car, even when you were guiding him. Now that bashfulness is gone. He knew exactly what he wanted, and exactly how to get it. His tongue moved over you, vigorously going from clit to hole, lapping at your lips as he worked to replace all the wetness that had got on you in the car with his own drool.

You felt your knees buckle, he was good at this. His wide, flat tongue hit everywhere you could want it to. Your hands tightened on his fur, gripping it hard as you held him to you, whining with every lash of his dextrous mouth.

He couldn't pull away. He didn't want to. You felt him pushing into you, felt his jaws opening to fit your crotch into his mouth as he pressed his tongue against your hole, reaching up inside you to taste your most intimate of places.

You gasped. You'd had sex before, but never like this. He was single minded like none of your previous lovers, determined to draw every whine and whimper from you that he could.

You bit your lip, failing to contain the sobbing, wailing moan that accompanied your orgasm. You felt yourself spraying him as your cunt clenched and your knuckles whitened, holding him in place. He didn't care. His hungry tongue kept lapping at you, even as your whimpers went from orgasmic to painful. You were still holding him there. Soaked in your relief, he carried on, taking you through your second, then third.

Finally you let go. He guided you to the floor on your shaking legs, grinning at you with soaking, matted fur.

"Let's have that shower now"

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I like Liam, I feel like he's gonna continue being a fun character going forwards.

[kai34902]

Addiction to Tranquility

Blurb: When all eyes are on you, you are forced to preform. till your legs bleed, your heart torn apart, and your mind goes numb you must not stop. Until a boy who has no interest in anything but science and space becomes a safe haven for you.

Or alternatively

When two people realize their feelings too late, and now must rebuild civilization while also try to get rid of their feelings for the other. Just one problem: they're addicted to each other

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Chapter 5: King of the Stone world, Shishio Tsukasa

summery: after days of experimenting the revival fluid is made. Taiju and Senku went to revive yuzuriha while you stayed behind to clean up. You should've went with them.

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Warning: not proofread, and senku's pov isnt cute <\3

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Taiju and Senku were standing around the contraption that Senku made a few weeks ago when waiting for the wine to ferment. I stayed at the top of the house, near the ladder, as I didn’t trust that thing to stay intact. After all it was Senku who made it, and his luck is usually in the negatives.

It did in fact break while Senku explained its origin in mesopotamia. It had gotten all over him, his hair included.

“Oh my god are you ok” I was trying to sound concerned but I was just laughing inside. I grabbed some extra deer skin that we were not using and wiped the wine from Senku’s face and then blotted it to get any excessed wine off of him.

“I’ll be fine” He forced a smile. I knew he was lying

“Don't lie to me” I quickly stripped him from his clothes as more time passes the more the wine will stain the deer skin.

“I’ll go wash your clothes down at the river, you guys clean up while I'm gone.” I scurried away not waiting for a reply. It was totally not because I didn’t want to be around a naked Senku.

Washing the clothes was a pain. I would normally not clean them but knowing the boys it’d be best if I take over. Cleaning off the wine was a challenge, it was even more so because I didn’t have any soap or detergent. Not only that I didn’t have any hydrogen peroxide for a proper soak that’ll have taken most of the wine off.

After a while of painful handwashing I finally got the remains of the wine off of the skins. After twisting as much of the water out of the skins, I went back to the treehouse. While I was gone Taiju went out to collect some more grapes, and Senku cleaned up from the accident.

Taiju started a fire and then got some food cooking beside it. Senku on the other hand was getting mad at stirring the pot filled with freshly made grape juice, though he was most likely mad at the fact that he would have to wait another three weeks till we can make that nital he talked about before.

I fully took advantage of the fire and hung senku’s clothes and the deer skin that I used to blot the wine off. It took until noon the next day for them to be fully dried. I caught him once again making that strange contraption, but this time I offered to help him. He gladly accepted it.

The experimenting finally commences when Senku made that brandy wine he wanted. Since not one of us didn’t know the ratio needed for the cracks to form We ended up mixing random ratios and testing them on the petrified birds. It took a couple of days, and I could see Senku’s motivation diminish slowly. Knowing him, he would think that this hypothesis was wrong and we would have to go back to square one.

It wasn’t often that you would see him like this. Which is why I always try to help him in any way shape or form. Many would argue that I already do that, but I disagree. I’m just a simple spectator, just living through someone else’s story through my own eyes. So I’ll watch the protagonist till he needs my help, in which I’ll do anything.

The sound of rocks cracking silenced all tension around us. The feather I was experimenting on finally cracked, and the culprit was in my hand.

“Oh my gosh (y/n) You did it!” Taiju shook me. If I was a baby, I would’ve had baby shaken syndrome.

“Do you remember the ratio, doll?” Senku asked. I gave him a smile in response, that was all that was needed. He asked me to make some more and we’ll all meet outside. It was weird since we were already in the shack, but I didn’t question it as Senku was acting a bit weird.

I did as I was told and I met him and Taiju outside surrounding a petrified bird. Senku asked me to pour it onto the bird. The slightly familiar faint sound of stone cracking silenced all of us who were anxiously awaiting to see the outcome, and to see if the first try wasn’t a fluke.

“Listen up, big oaf. Doll already knows this lesson so I keep brief so as to not bore her. Lesson one: It's not that there are things science can’t explain, not in the least” Senku started talking which caught our attention.

“There are rules behind everything that happens science is just the name for the study pain in the ass effort that goes into finding out what they are”

Then the stone opened around the bird’s eye, that was the moment when we all realized that we had done it. We made a cure. All thanks to science.

The bird fully broke free and started to fly up into the sky. Then it started circling around us as if it was saying “thank you.” That moment made my heart swell and my lips curving brightly. The sound of Taiju’s signature scream of joy added to the moment.I looked around for Senku who went to sit down.

“Are you ok there genius, you seem a little lonely” I sat beside him

“Couldn’t be any better, doll” He replied. “It just took us a little over a year, it didn’t take as long as I’d imagine”

I looked at him and smiled. He didn’t get to see it as he looked up into the sky, probably watching the bird. Decided to change my mind and place my head down onto his shoulder. “Slow and steady wins the race, no?”

“yeah…I'm gonna beat fantasy with science as my only weapon. So get excited.” I just hummed in acknowledgement, still smiling.

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I know Senku isn’t the type of person to lie about things, so unless he changed or he doesn’t know, I know for a fact that he would tell the truth a hundred percent of the time. So when I looked at the both of them, happily content in their own bubble, I made my final conclusion.

Senku definitely likes (y/n). I just hope he lets me be his best man at their wedding like how I'm gonna have him be mine on my wedding day.

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Taiju came up to us, eagerly awaiting to ask his question: “So who are we bringing back first?”

“We’ll we’re gonna bring back everyone sooner or later, so it doesn't matter much on who is first but-”

“But I think we know who's first” I finished his sentence. Zuri, My best friend. The guiding lamp in a world full of chaos(the Boys). I can’t wait to hug and talk to her again. But first I had to clean up.

It was my least favorite thing but someone has to do it, and it sure ain't the girl who just revived or the boys who’ll probably misplace things. So I offered to stay behind while those two go ahead.

“Are you sure (y/n) I know you're dying to see her again!” Taiju tried to convince me to come.

“No I can’t have Zuri come back and see this mess, but you have better things to worry about like your confession” I tried to turn Taiju around but failed.

“You sure about staying here Doll. You’ll be all alone, and besides Im sure Yuzuriha wouldn’t mind”

“I'm sure now go! The more time you two waste the more Zuri has to wait!” I turned Senku around which was much easier.

Thankfully they finally listened and started walking towards the tree that protected Zuri. I wished them one final good luck before they fully disappeared from my sight. Once I couldn’t see them, I headed back to the shack and cleaned up.

Moved the petrified birds on the shelves, moved the used pots to the side for washing, and sealed off the rest of the wine so no bugs could get inside. I whipped off the tables with a damp deer skin that became our towel.

Then I moved onto the outside. All I really needed to do was organize and move things around so it wouldn’t seem all scattered like. Once I moved inside the house to clean it up a bit, it has been about two hours since the boys went off.

Unfortunately for me, they’re two hours away from me and an important item that I had forgotten to send them off with….Zuri’s clothes

“Damn it” I cursed out loud.

Lets just hope they have the decency to just bring her back and then revive her, or just make her temporary clothes till they come back.

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“Good luck! Come back safely!” I heard her yell.

“I don't know why (y/n) didn’t want to come with us. I mean she cares for Yuzuriha just as much as I do, right Senku” Taiju started questioning her actions.

I don't blame him, not even a single percent. It's easy to figure out a person’s next course of action or even their thoughts from their personality or past actions. But Doll has always thrown me for a loop. Whenever I think she’ll do something, she’ll end up doing the complete opposite. It makes me laugh, though it sometimes infuriates me.

“We can’t dictate what our Doll thinks or what she does so it's best if we don't dwell on it”

That thankfully shut him up for now. Lately he's been more talkative than usual. It all started with my remark in the cave, and ever since then he hasn’t been letting it go. He's been staring at (y/n) and I for the past month or two. It was so obvious that it's almost as if he's trying to prove a point.

I wasn’t wrong nor out of pocket, and besides I've made the worst remarks around (y/n) and she would always play into it. Though lately she’s been acting strangely. She's been running away more, wanting to be by herself, and a bit more protective in a way. If I knew any better her mood swings are due to puberty, but she's already passed that.

“Senku” Taiju spoke seriously. “Tell me the truth, do you or do you not like (y/n) that way”

“You still onto that” I scratch my ear, “I obviously like her if I didn’t I wouldn’t have put up with her”

“NO NOT LIKE THAT! I mean you guys act differently with each other compared to when you act with other people!”

Similarly like in the cave he once again went on and on about my relationship with (y/n).“AND WHAT THE HECK! HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THAT MOMENT EARLIER”

I was thinking back to earlier moments of today. I figured that he was talking about when (y/n) placed her head on my shoulder. It wasn’t anything that important. I knew she was tired, tired of all the experimenting and tired of surviving in a hardcore world. Heck I don't think she ever played minecraft without being in creative mode and building her house first before she actually starts playing.

“She was just tired you big oaf”

“Yeah I know but why did you let her rest on your shoulder, you don't like physical touch, and yet she's always the exception!” He started yelling which bothered all the birds around us. “Even when we were kids you’d let her rest on you.” He paused trying to make the next part dramatic.

“Till you confront your feelings about (y/n) I'm not going to back down! I'll make you realize them even if it takes a century!”

I just chucked in response. It’ll take him more than a century since I don't like her.

It didn’t take long until Taiju and I walked up to the tree where Yuzuriha was encased. The tree protected her body from erosion, and the unique looking headband that (y/n) gifted her also still was intact on her head.

“Alright, I'm ready. It's go time! Let's pour that miracle water! It's gonna turn her back right!” Taiju asked excitedly

“Yeah, I believe that it will. I tried it on a piece of broken stone and it turned into a hunk of dead flesh” I chuckled maniacally, remembering the face when (y/n) saw what I did. It looked like a mixture of horrified, scared, and grossed out. She took the bottle away from me and forbid that I would experiment on petrified people unless they’re whole.

“Try and have a little respect for the dead would you?!” Taiju scolded me.

“I did make the effort to put them back together at first, obviously but it seems that once someone has died reviving them is not an option, I value their sacrifice, and Doll has already prayed for them, perhaps you too should follow suit.”

He gasped, realized that I had a point, and then started praying for them so fast that I thought he was casting a spell. Once that was done he turned around and started pulling the branches away from her. I tried to pass him the miracle fluid since I figured that he would like to do that. But instead of taking the bottle he turned around and started yelling.

“Hold on Senku! She’s naked! Don't look at her” He was so fast that I didn't have enough time to dodge. He poked both of my eyes and went on something about how inappropriate it is to wake her up without clothes. I tried to give the same reasoning as I did with (y/n).

“I know it's tough but would it kill you to try to use some logic for once?! There's absolutely no one to care if your butts showing or even if your dick’s hanging out”

“Yuzuriha does not have a dick!” a point completely missed but reminded me of a similar answer that was given to me.

“I care about this you stupid genius!” she yelled at me from behind the treehouse’s doors, “I'm a modern person, so I don't want my butt, dick, or chest showing!”

(y/n)’s first day in the new world was rough. But she adapted quickly, it was a trait that I admired. Even back in the modern world.

“We need to take her back to camp and get some clothes on her first” Taiju lifted Yuzuriha on his shoulder as if she weighed nothing.

“Okay but how heavy is that statue anyway?” I genuinely asked. Camp wasn't that far but walking that distance with a statue could be too much for someone.

“You’d better not be calling her fat!”

“Way to completely miss the point again, what I mean is that it would be ten billion percent efficient if we woke her up and have her walk there with us. man I can’t deal with this illogical thinking” I muttered.

The sound of a growl coming from the forest made me turn around. “Hey wait, you big oaf!”

A lion appeared from the trees.

“Why is there a lion walking around japan!” Taiju yelled while running

The answer was obvious. It was a descendant from a zoo animal that escaped when there were no more humans to maintain them or to keep them in check. Because of that all the herbivores were likely on the menu. Not only that once it got out to the city it was a pet buffet.

“They are now literally the king of beasts, so we mustened forget that: humans are not the top of the food chain anymore” I wasn”t sure if he gotten the gist of that, but we had no time. We were coming onto a cliff with no choice but to jump. We survived thanks to the tree vines that took most of the fall but it still was still a pain in the ass. We didn’t have time to rest; however, since the lions were still chasing us.

“Why haven't they actually killed us” Taiju spoke with Yuzuriha still in his arms

I chuckled, “They probably have never seen bipods before. I bet we look creepy as hell to them, running on two legs”

“Yeah we are the only humans in the world”

“We definitely spooked them, but they’ll go in for the kill soon even if we get super lucky and make it back to camp, all we got to fight them are spears, Doll may stand a chance since she’s beaten a hundred men once in a fight before. But beasts are different from humans” I explained.

It was game over from the moment it first saw us. “Good luck! Come back safely!” Her voice echoed in my head. I'm sorry Doll but I don't think we will be able to come back safely.

Taiju stopped running and threw Yuzuriha’s statue at me and told me to run. He was willing to sacrifice himself and become lion food. Using some dumb logic that I was humanity’s last hope. It's was only partially true, but Taiju’s brawn is just as important. Humanity needs both of us in order to survive, and I can’t stand to think (y/n)’s tears over Taiju’s bead body.

“If humanity is gonna live on then the three both of us need to survive” I yelled at him. “If we’re gonna make a run for it then it's imperative that we do it together!”

“Yeah! I got it!” He looked back, grabbed Yuzuriha and we started running again. He may be an athlete and strong as an ox, but he's not a fighter. That fact has remained since we were kids, and still continues to be true as we grow.

“Hey if we can’t outrun them then there is something we can do instead” He started deviating from the path back to the camp. He led us to another tree where a bulky guy sat under.

“I found this guy earlier, we have called “the strongest primate highschooler” Shishio Tsukasa.” The title reminded me of something in the past.

He placed Yuzuriha’s body against the tree and started apologizing for not being able to revive at this time. It was taking too much time.

“Don't waste your breath, and let's just pour it on him” I took out the bottle that was originally for Yuzuriha and poured it on him.

The sound of a lion's growl cut through the suspense of the revival fluid’s function. The lions surrounded us, with no choice but to take out the axe I was carrying.

“This is it” I warned Taiju, but the sound of stone cracking took our attention away from the lions. Brown eyes peaked through the stone.

“Sorry! I know this isn't what you wanna wake up to after sleeping for a few thousand years” Taiju apologized.

“What's the situation?” He replied as if he had already adapted. Which is great since there was no time to explain it over tea. “Your whole body is covered in stone. There are lions from your nine o'clock to your two.”

“Yeah ok” He spoke with a tinge of familiarity. He quickly broke free from stone as the lions charged at us.

He used the remaining stone fragments that were on his body and launched them at the lions which knocked them back a bit. Then he used his fist to punch the male lion into the tree with such force that it surprised Taiju and I. In one punch the biggest lion was dead.

The defeat of the head lion made all the others retreat. It was also the fact that Tsukasa glared at them that made them run faster.

“You can fill me with all the details later but I owe you, so I make you this promise the two of you will not be in danger again. From now on I’ll take care of all the fighting.” He glanced back at us, which riled up Taiju.

“You hear that Senku, we had brains, brawn, and talent, but now we’ve also got brute force on the team! We’re just like the four musketeers!” Taiju cheered. But I thought differently.

“I got a feeling that our new guy may be a little bit too strong.”

“How could that be a bad thing like don't we need that kind of help.” He obviously missed the point again.

“What if it turns out that he’s actually some evil homicidal, sex-crazed, wannabe tyrant?” I explained further, “dude’s overpowered, he just killed a lion with his bare hands. We’ve only seen that happen once, remember?” I was hinting to when we first saw (y/n) brother. Daniel (l/n), he had a pretty face that attracted men and women alike. It was something that (y/n) was often jealous of.

When I first met the man he defeated over six hundred men that were twice his age. Because of that he was often revered as “The strongest man in existence.”

Then it hit me, “The Strongest Primate Highschooler” was a title he was meant to receive before he turned it down. I brought my attention back to explaining the circumstances to Taiju.

“Not only that, in a world where guns have not been invested he’s ten billion percent unstoppable”

I let my words carry into Taiju’s head. He’s probably thinking about Tukasa on a throne with women beside him and him telling Yuzuriha to come with him.

“Oh no way we can’t let that happen!”

“Hey guys do you have anything I could use to butcher this with? A knife or at least something sharp if that's all we got” We heard Tsukasa speak from where the lion laid.

“Are you thinking of eating that thing that's nasty!” If (y/n) were here then she would’ve explained that lion mean is not poisonous. But rather it's super tough, reeks of ammonia, and that it tastes bad. but alas I had to explain that.

“When the hell did you eat a lion?!”

“When I was in Africa doing research on Ebola, Doll was there”

“What kind of highschool kid are you?! And why was (y/n) there”

“Did you say (y/n)?” Tsukasa suddenly asked

“Yeah why”

“Nevermind, it might not be the same person” He evaded to the topic of the lion. “Although it was attacking us, I took this noble creatures’s life, so I want to give back to the circle of life by putting all of it to use…I owe it that much”

Taiju screamed once again, completely convinced with his speech. But for me it doesn’t move me one millimeter.

“Come on we’ll lead you back to our camp, its time to introduce to you our, Doll”

“Doll?” Tsukasa questioned

“It's a nickname for the girl he likes” Taiju butted it

“For the last time you big oaf I don't like her like that!”

“I told you before i'm not going to stop till you realize your feelings for her”

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“What did I get myself into?” The long brown haired man thought while staring in disbelief of his saviors.

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[burningcheese-merchant]

honestly, i am very much with you about not really liking hollyt/aya.

it feels like. im a hollyberry fan and i rarely if ever see people analyze her character or say something about her, even in the context of that ship. and same thing with pitaya. even on ao3, most of the fics tagged as ho.llytaya just have them as background characters while the main ship is what the story is actually about.

i completely understand your distaste, and my distaste comes from the fact that people treat that ship like it's their obligatory ship to have to prove that they think about characters that don't use he/him pronouns in english.

I'm feeling kind of unhappy today and I let that influence me to ramble semi-coherently. TL;DR is Hollytaya is dumb, boring slop that further perpetuates Pitaya's ongoing character assassination in Kingdom and I deeply resent its popularity, especially when its fans often mock and malign Beast x Ancient when they are literally the exact same shit, but Hollytaya is good and acceptable because (insert lame excuse here). But whatever, I don't really care at the end of the day, I know and like plenty of people who ship it and it's no skin off my nose. My opinions are just that, opinions. You do you, friends. Have fun without me

Man I sound like a grinch beneath this cut don't I lol. Please feel free to skip it if you don't want to deal with that, it's understandable

I just don't really understand Hollytaya. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone when I first went online after finishing the Red Dragon arc and got bombarded with ship art. I don't see anything and never have. Do I need new glasses or something

You'd think I would like Hollytaya, since it pretty much is just BurningCheese in a different costume. But I don't. In fact, Hollytaya sickens me. It was the first tag I ever blocked on this site lol. I hate even remembering it's a ship that exists at all. It just rubs me in the worst way possible and I struggle to even put how or why into words. It's as though it's simply a trait passed down from my distant ancestors and whatever the reason for it existing was was lost to time eons ago. Some primal repulsion. Fighting a centuries old blood feud when you hardly even remember why anymore.

Pitaya acts like a child. Hollyberry treats him like a child. I do not see how romance could bloom in a dynamic like that. All Pitaya ever does is act like a spoiled brat. A whiny dimwit. And Hollyberry behaves accordingly, in my eyes. Why would you want to date the person you basically have to mother every time you meet. "If you won't stop terrorizing my kingdom I'll never spar with you again" the tone with which she said that to him was like a schoolteacher scolding a tantruming 5 year old. Maybe I have different ears than everyone else idk. (You really don't understand how frustrated I am with how Pitaya is characterized in Kingdom. Look at Ovenbreak, it's like night and day. What the fuck did they do to them. Look how they massacred my boy. And as far as I'm concerned, Hollytaya only serves to further ruin Pitaya's character, because it and every depiction I've ever seen only leans into that character ruination. And I can't even blame people too much for that, because the game itself makes it seem like Pitaya's entire fucking existence revolves around Holly and wanting to fight Holly. There is literally nothing else to him as a person, and Holly honestly isn't even all that much better tbh. Holly is a jolly drunkard who takes nothing seriously and has a happy dandy life while everyone else around her suffers tremendously (I know that's not true, I know there's so much more to Holly, but Holly's development has been massively neglected to the point that she almost seems one-dimensional compared to the other Ancients) and Pitaya is her pet dog. It's a fucking disgrace)

All the fanart is the same. Just the same shit every time. All anyone ever does is make Pitaya a dumb simp and Holly the big strong woman in charge (and always taller than Pitaya for some reason. Why are you all afraid of Tall Pitaya. What's this unconscious need to drag Pitaya as far down beneath Holly as possible in any way possible. They're a fucking dragon, just let them be tall. Holly doesn't lose her worth if she's shorter than Pitaya lol). Never seen a single person ever actually address that Pitaya has committed actual crimes against Holly, her family and her kingdom, and has never said or done anything to apologize or atone. Never seen anyone acknowledge that Holly should have to morally and psychologically struggle with wanting to be with someone that personally threatened to kill her son and granddaughter. Never seen anyone acknowledge that Holly would be shunned by her people for basically romancing their dictator and would-be killer, and her friends would question her sanity and integrity. I can do that shit with GC and BS (and Holly and Eternal Sugar, for that matter), why can't anyone do it for Holly and Pitaya? Hollytaya is the not-yaoi equivalent of yaoi slop to me. It's fucking dumb and boring. I see Hollytaya randomly appear before my eyes somewhere and I remember what was done to ShadowVanilla. Except Shadowvanilla wasn't always slop, it got turned into it by new fans. Meanwhile that is what Hollytaya always was from day 1 and you can't convince me otherwise

Holly and Pitaya have nothing to offer each other romantically. Nothing that a simple friendship can't also provide. I just like them as friends. Brother from another mother. Sister from another mister. I think of them and I remember Mona-Lisa and Jean-Ralphio from Parks and Rec or some funny friend/sibling relationship like that. That's enough for me and I don't understand why it isn't enough for anyone else. (They've repeatedly referred to each other as "friend" anyway. They've already friendzoned each other lol. Sorry to burst everyone's bubble.)

It's one thing to have to endure its unfortunate popularity, and like there's nowhere I can go to escape it and no one to talk to who doesn't like it either. Hollytaya almost feels mandatory to some extent. I feel the phantom sensation of the barrel of a gun burrowing into the back of my head whenever I'm forced to see it again because a mutual or someone I follow reblogged something (and I can't just click "not interested" like I usually do, you can't do that with reblogs). Triply so not only because I ship them both with other characters, but also because I ship Pitaya with Fire Spirit, when the fandom just randomly declared them parent and child and routinely attacks anyone that interprets them differently. This ship makes me feel so alone. Like the one black sheep in a sea of white.

It's another thing to see so many fans be so hypocritical about it. Huge chunk of Hollytaya fans I've seen will turn around and decry Beast x Ancient when that is literally what Hollytaya is. Zero irony or self-awareness. And I mean, fine. Whatever. Be that way. Lord knows I'm not all that different. Just don't be a dick about it. Which a lot of them are lol. A lot of them are the same ones that will actively harass Beast x Ancient fans, because you know. BurningCheese is toxic but Hollytaya isn't. Somehow. For some reason. (I've genuinely tried so hard to understand that and I can't lol. By all accounts, the fandom should hate Hollytaya because it fits the criteria for "toxic" and "abusive". But they don't. It's one of the most popular ships. Because? Because. Just because. No actual reason listed. I get the impression that a lot of people in this fandom don't think things through often lol)

Idk man. PitayaFire is vastly superior to me. Pitaya's and Fire Spirit's deep flaws and hidden virtues mesh so much better together. They have more to give and more to take from each other. The foundation of their relationship is already so fascinating. The fact that this ship is slept on the way it is is so wild to me. Where have any of you been. What's going on with you guys. PitayaFire is peak real estate for angst and tension and character exploration. Why y'all gotta leave me hanging like this. I'm not crazy I swear

But... whatever. I say all of this and end it with "ship what you want it's not my problem". Because it honestly isn't. As annoyed as I sound, I really don't pay ships I don't like much thought unless prompted, like with asks like this one. I blocked the tags forever ago and just click "not interested" if they show up on my dash. I don't go looking for content because it's not for me. And I don't go out of my way to bother anyone who likes Hollytaya or whatever else I don't because that's shitty and a waste of time. They're talking cookies who honestly gives a fuck. Do whatever so long as it isn't adult x minor or something equally inexcusable. I have plenty of friends and mutuals and followers that like Hollytaya and I don't think any less of them for it. I still like and cherish them. I'd be an awfully lonely person if I turned away everyone who liked something I don't. That's a terrible way to live, nobody should do that.

And of course, everyone is welcome to disgree and/or ignore me. I'm just a random weirdo on Tumblr, my opinions aren't the law lol. Doesn't actually mean anything to me if someone doesn't like BurningCheese or PitayaFire, so it shouldn't mean anything to anyone if I don't like Hollytaya. We all have more important things to care about than that

[scarapanna]

Calm before the storm [Wavering Lies!AU]

After having faced the first half of his sentence, Shadow Milk Cookie reflects on what transpired days prior. Alone with only himself, his confinements, and his thoughts.

This, unfortunately for the beast, is not bound to last for long.

clank…clank…clank

Absentmindedly, the captive beast would play around with his restraints, letting the chains keeping his wrists close to one another clash together repeatedly.

It had been a few days after his capture, he still recalled everything. The fight, the unfair odds against him, the sheer luck those crumbs had been blessed with…and his embarassing defeat.

What happened after? A good chunk of it, he didn't recall. He was down for who knows how long before waking back up in a cell similiar to the one he was currently held in.

The past week? Went by quickly, in all honesty. He remembered his multiple attempts to break out during those council meetings, back when he still had all of his power…

…back when that MAT hadn't convinced everyone to forcefully snatch it away from him.

Now? He had been sentenced to a seal. No, not like that rotten old tree..but somehow just as, if not WORSE that it. Thanks to it, he couldn't accest his power, he couldn't shapeshift NOR summor anything. He couldn't access his other-realm anymore…he just

couldn't

do

ANYTHING.

He HATED it.

The beast would look at his hands, then at his wrists..before violently yanking his whole body forward in frustration.

His magic was like a part of him, something he had since his baking. It felt just as important as lifepowder to a beast, it was part of him. A component now crudely ripped out of his dough.

Without it he felt severely impaired. So…weak. Frail. Defenseless..

He never wanted this, it was the worst kind of dreadful….

HE HATED IT

He'd yerk forward once more, at full force…but to no avail. To ensure his stay, those rotten pests had put him in chains. CHAINS! Around his legs, his neck, his wrists…the last he dreaded he most, considering those restraints served two functions.

That of keeping him here AND prohibiting his access to magic.

He felt like he was some sort of cakehound.

However, before he could thrash a third time in frustration, the beast would be alerted by some chattering outside of his cell door. At this hour? How strange…

The noise seemingly came from two or three cookies conversating…one voice was freakishly familiar.

it was HIM..

"Oh no no, I'd rather be alone this time. Thank you for the offer."

Soon, he'd hear two of the figures leave, signaled by faint footsteps growing farther and farther..

..next, someone would turn the key to his cell door, which would would creak open, bringing with it that dreaded confirmation.

He stiffened, narrowing his eyes at the figure.

That THIEF.

..___________________..

"..Shadow Milk Cookie."

The beast would look up, stiffing his posture at the one before him.

"What do you want?"

He'd bark out, irritated. Pure Vanilla knew the reason why.

"I just wanted to pay you a visit."

The ancient carefully closed the door behind him, snuffing out the noise coming from the outside all over again.

"How are you faring?"

No response.

"..hm, I see."

He'd walk closer, before searching for something inside his cape. Pure Vanilla would then find what he had been looking for after a small struggle, and would pull out something from a small pouch.

The sweet, easily recognizable smell would manage to catch his predecessor's attention. That frown remained…yet his eyes quickly locked on the unexpected "gift".

A small victory for the healer.

"I've brought some jellies with me, would you like any?"

Holding one of his hands out, he'd offer a few to the cookie of deceit…He might have been hungry, he figured.

He only recieved a glare.

"…I suppose not."

The healer would retreat his hand, putting back those few jellies in that pouch.

Tension was only rising the more they stayed inside, just the two of them.

Usually, Shadow Milk was notorious for his chatter. It was an aspect Pure Vanilla's been told about many, many times during the week he'd spent imprisoned in the republic. Outside of council meetings the jester's behaviour would have been reported many, many times as well. Mostly by guards venting out their frustrations with him.

Now, the atmosphere was much much different. Both had fallen silent for a good while until the ancient decided to resume their one sided "discussion"

is there an--"

"Shut up."

Though it seemed Shadow Milk wanted to hear none of it.

"…just answer my question, and scram. I don't want to be interrogated by the likes of you."

The beast bared his teeth, his words oozing pure hatred and venom from each and every letter.

With his magic gone, Pure Vanilla figured anyone wold be upset. But this had to be done to ensure everyone was safe. He didn't want to risk the lives of many by letting a beast loose.

He'd sigh, turning to the ground.

"Well….I was wondering if you'd reconsider my proposal."

No response.

He'd turn to Shadow Milk's face, returning his stare.

"Do you still want to keep this incessant fighting…or would you rather settle this once and for all?"

The beast looked at him, then at his souljam, and then back to the ancient. His eyes widening as he'd repeat his words.

"….once and for all..

you…

…YOU!!!--"

After a beat of silence, Shadow Milk sent him glare. And thightly clenched his fists. Shaking in sheer fury, he'd start stomping his feet to the ground, immediately rejecting his successor's offer…just like he'd done many times prior.

"HOW DARE YOU!!"

He'd spat, violently yanking the chains holding him in place.

"DO YOU REALLY THINK I'D ACCEPT YOUR PATHETIC TRICKS? YOU…YOU TOOK MY EVERYTHING! My other-realm, MY SOULJAM!"

Pure Vanilla frowned, retreating his hand..but not faltering in front of the beast.

Deep down, he doubted Shadow Milk really regretted any of his actions. That was certain. The way he boasted and congratulated himself for his victories, how prideful it made him..deception never really left this cookie, but meaning surely did. This scene before him was…sad, dare he say even pitiful.

However, it wasn't his turn to talk just yet.

That cookie of deceit, depowered and weak, had only paused to catch his breath. In fact, he still had the energy for more crude, unfiltered jabs at his successor.

He grit his teeth, glaring at the ancient in fury.

"And still..you weren't done tormenting me, oh no no no.. You still stole the last bit of freedom I had left! All that was ME ..my POWER, MY STRENGHT!! YOU.. YOU FRAUD!!!"

The sound of his furious yelling and clattering bindings would echo around the room, yet still failed to convey the full extent of the ex-virtue's thrashing. With all of his might, he'd push himself forward twice, as if trying to yank his body right in Pure Vanilla's direction. If he wasn't binded, he'd probably lunge at him.

Pure Vanilla didn't waver, and waited as the beast tried again and again to free himself. To somehow break those chains and get back his seized freedom.

The healer observed as he gradually started to tire out, his wild yanks growing weaker and weaker…until he nearly fell over, fatigued. With his head hanging low, that cookie would tremble and pant in exhaustion. The concept of not having that revoked power, the power to break free with little to no difficulty still appeared alien to the beast. Even from an outsider perspective.

"Once I get it back….you'll wish to have crumbled in my spire."

Despite everything, Shadow Milk still kept stubborn. He forced his head up, to look back at the ancient.

"Mark.

My.

WORDS."

Right after that one final threat, he'd collapse to his knees. In silence, he only kept trembling and breathing heavily. Clearly impaired by the lack of remaining energy to yell at his successor.

The ancient's gaze would soften.

"Stop overexerting yourself, Shadow Milk. You're tired. You'll risk hurting yourself that way."

Without hesitance, Pure Vanilla would step towards the restrained beast. The space between the two of them growing smaller.

He'd glance at him, with a glimpse of sympathy in his eyes..before shaking his head to finally speak the truth. His truth.

"I'm not trying to force you into a friendship, Shadow Milk. We still have our…differences. For the time being, I believe it wouldn't work out. We both, for our own reasons, are not yet ready…. but-"

He'd look away, facing the entrance to that cell. It felt much, much more distant than when he first entered…but he wouldn't care. He was here for a reason, and that reason was to try and talk. To fully understand what caused Shadow Milk's fall. To fully understand why he was so…lost compared to when he'd last seen him.

Just what transpired after he left?

"-- if we could stop this…constant back and forth, even just for a short while then.."

He'd take another step, closing the large gap between them just a little more.

Turning around, Pure Vanilla placed one hand on the bottom of his souljam's brooch. His gaze directed towards the item for a moment…before going back to the chained beast.

"…I could show you a better way. I want to show you a better way. A way that doesn't give short-term glee and satisfaction, or a short-lived escape…but true, long-term fulfillment."

He opened his eyes.

"This is why, back in that spire, I've offered you my friendship."

He'd take another step. Determined.

"We don't have to fight forever, we don't have to clash against eachother. War, revenge…it doesn't bring true happyness."

The beast didn't respond. He didn't, in fact, even try to look at him. And only kept facing the ground troughout his entire speech. His expression? Unreadable..

..until he'd crack a smile..

"…he…ha ha…. hahahaha.. "

Before Pure Vanilla was able to question him, he'd be interrupted by a burst of laughter.

".. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! YOU HYPOCRITE!"

Shadow Milk would lift his head back up, still on his knees, and now with the word amusement plastered on his face. He'd keep giggling uncontrollably, driven to the point of tears by the sheer hilarity of what he'd just heard.

As he'd recollect himself, the jester would manage to wipe a tear with one of his restrained hands. A newfound grin plastered on his face.

"Do you really think anyone would believe you? If revenge brings "nothing but emptiness" …then I wouldn't even BE here! In fact, I wasn't even doing anything wrong!"

Pure Vanilla would narrow his eyes and shake his head. No, he didn't share the same sentiment.

"You've still harmed cookies, and that brings consequences. Even with understanding, those actions aren't justified."

The ancient spoke from his heart..yet the beast didn't seem to care, as per usual.

His smile dropped a little, and he'd glare at the healer.

If anything, all he seemed interested in doing was wearing down his will. And so, he'd make another attempt to do just that.

"Deep down, I know what you are. I can tell how much fear my mere presence instills in you, it is glaringly obvious! I bet you even have.. GASP n-n-n-n-nightmares? Oh you poor, poor thing. Otherwise, why would you sentence me to this?..Justice? Safety? HA! How utterly HILARIOUS."

He'd only keep going, just as his target kept not giving him the reaction he wanted.

"This idea of friendship you have is merely a ploy to get what you want, selfishness masked as selflessness…easy-peasy! Out of everyone, do you really expect me to fall for that? pfft.. HA HA HA HA HA!!

…You truthly are pathetic."

Afterwards, the room would fall in complete and utter silence once more. Both parties stared at eachother, undoubtedly, with no victory or loss. If anything, they'd reached not a conclusion..but rather a stalemate.

Pure Vanilla took the next move.

"…very well then."

Shadow Milk would jerk back, confused.

"what?"

He'd move backwards a bit, giving the weakened beast some space before taking on a more formal demeanor.

"I'm here to tell you something else. Other cookies refused to come…so I've volunteered to do so instead."

He'd move a hand on his mouth, clearing his throat before continuing.

"Tomorrow, you will be allowed outside…that is, without magic and under supervision, to ensure no one is hurt. These are the terms decided by the council."

Having informed that cookie, his duty was done, and Pure Vanilla would turn to start walking back towards the cell door. He'd gently open it, a soft creaking echoing trough the room.

Before leaving, he looked back at Shadow Milk for one last time.

"..if you want to change your mind one day, my offer still stands."

He recieved only a scoff...and a possible warning in response.

"Tch, you're just being delusional."

Of course, he'd expect the beast to still refuse his proposal. It was, arguably, predictable…but he woudn't give up just yet.

He gave him one small smile before closing the door behind him.

"..goodnight."

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Waiting for chapters to come out for a novel is a Sisyphean task. Read new chapters, wait for chapters. Read new chapters, wait for chapters... everyday I walk into this hell of my own free will and leave with nothing but a deeper obsession that threatens to ruin me.

Whether it's the MTL, official or fan translation, the guarantee of tested patience is no different, only that some will bless you with a little more time spent in a world where time is unbound by reality.

Yet the desire to know more sooner draws a greater allure by the day, sometimes waning only to explode in raucous applause at the time of posting, reading ravenously, blessed in morsels, then being left starving as if the food had been oxygen to a smoldering flame, consuming the sanity faster.

I will wait for new chapters. I will read them and stoke the fire without regard of the damage, only understanding the cold in my bones, so I alight and burn to ashes. Those ashes will be gathered to a semblance of humanity as time passes, with a blistering, bubbling patience like boils on my flesh and skin, twisted healing that resembles disease. Then, I will be offered more to read, and I know the flames will burn but there is a numbness that comes with scorched nerves and I am left with warmth unimaginable. It can convince even a human that they are an immaterial fire.

I was born with an inferno in my heart, and just as it burns me it also births me anew, in a twisted and broken reenactment of the myth of the phoenix. Lacking wings or claws, I have only the feebleness of a human body.

Torn asunder, I read.

[nebula-remnants]

HEY So, quick side note i've decided to restrict availability to anything on ao3 IM in charge of posting because of the ai scrapping issue (I got spooked so this was a little last minute.)

if you aren't a registered user or logged into your account you won't have access to the stuff posted there. I was also planning (waiting for confirmation from writing buddy) to post the next chapter of Saddle up homos real soon, and i'm aware actually GETTING an account can take a week or more because you get put on a waitlist.

IF YOU ASK IN DMS IM VERY WILLING TO SEND YOU WHATEVER'S PUBLIC IF YOU EITHER CAN'T MAKE AN ACCOUNT FOR WHATEVER REASON OR DON'T FEEL LIKE WAITING

also aware I don't have a very big presence in the writing part of this community yet but, I may as well give out the options just In case.

(I won't go into a major tangent about AI because everything i've said has already been said, and mostly i'm just tired of having to limit and restrict myself just to make sure my art doesn't get stolen. Art theft was ALREADY an issue- but now we've just made it easier for any asshole to just stroll over and collect a massive amount of art from REAL people with REAL passion and a thought that PROVOKED that passion in the first place, steal it, then have a computer shit out some crappy attempt to mimic what it means to be human.)

[direwombat]

listen. i'm always happy whenever someone leaves a comment because they enjoy my writing. whether it's a quick "love it!" or a longer dissection of whatever they've read, it warms my heart that they took the time out of their day, however brief, to let me know that they liked my work. i don't consider myself entitled to receive comments for posting my work, which makes every single one i get a gift!

but comments like these (particularly ones that come from profiles that haven't posted fic and are aggregates of bookmarks*) really do leave a bad taste in my mouth:

so, let me spell some things out for anyone who may be unaware:

I don't write for you.

I write for myself.

I am writing fic for free in the little spare time i have.

You are not entitled to my (or anyone else's) work

i haven't posted fic to ao3 since literally january of this year. i also wish i were posting fic more frequently, trust me. the only thing worse than writing is not writing. but asking "where's the rest????" and "part 2????" only activates my spite response to not post. you'll get updates to fics when you get updates. writing fanfiction is a hobby for me. i do it for fun. but i also take my craft (writing) very seriously. i want to write a good, compelling story and i take great care in the writing process. it's laborious to begin with, and on top of that, i am a meticulous planner. it takes me much longer to write a fic than it does for you to read it -- yes, even for the short ones and smutfics!

it's the famous "pick two: high quality, cheap, and fast", and unfortunately for all of us, if you want my "not bad"-writing and have it also remain free, then you're gonna have to be patient.

*i'm not saying that this is an incorrect way to use ao3. if you're using ao3 as a place to keep track of the fics you like, that's a valid way to use the site, and not what i'm mad about. it's the entitlement.

[teh-nos]

this is very petty but since i found out that some unknown number of people bookmark every fic they read on AO3 so they know if they've read it or not (since at the top you'll then see 'Edit Bookmark') i've been a bit annoyed that this makes bookmarks meaningless as an indicator of reader enjoyment and turns it into a smaller hit counter. except i think *most* are people wanting to bookmark fic they liked so they can find it again. so i can't even just dismiss it either. fandom has invented a new form of torment.

[breadbut3d]

Sometimes I remember that time someone compared shipping in the life series to using the members in political propaganda.

The weirdest part was I don't even ship anything in the life series! And I'd already said that multiple times! Some people are just weird.

[vulpinesaint]

did 90 pages of my reading for three different classes is everyone proud of me :) finished the chapter on judaism for my sacred texts class, read "an apology for poetry" by sir philip sidney for my lit theory class, and did my two chapters of reading from the truth about stories by thomas king for my folklore and mythology class. and wrote a summary paper on that sacred texts chapter. and did my little writing assignment for my french class. all while sick. who is going to kiss me on the forehead and tell me i did a good job

[bookwyrminspiration]

i had 4 fics open on different tabs when the site went down so now all I can do is just. repeatedly read those 4 fics I guess. so long as I don't refresh the page or anything

[nekoshi13]

I thought I had my ship tastes figured out, you know? Since I was a teen the "two power houses that canonically want to kill each other but are more alike than they think" (Shizaya, Tojigo, etc) was my jam, I lived for that shit but then I fell head over heels for "I have canonically died for you and would do it again in a heartbeat" Destiel and like... WHAT??? How did I get here??? WHAT WAS THE PIPELINE???