#and hello to stretch marks haha

[happyheidi]

If you're comfortable, could you give more details on how you lost weight? Im around the same weight and would love any tips you or any followers have.

Absolutely! Glad you asked because I have a lot to say on the matter. I’ve been very thin my whole life (I was 5’ 9 when I was like 10) but when I entered my twenties a lot of traumatic things happened in my life that I won’t go into but I am 100% sure they were a reason to the quick weight gain. Looking back on it I am sure that I as a result was very destructive with my drinking and eating. And I have Depersonalization disorder (DPD) so I didn’t “see” me go from like 60 kilos to 130. The day I had to stop to catch my breath after a short hill was the day it truly clicked for me that something’s wrong, so I weighed myself and it said 136 kilos (around 300 pounds). That day I said OK, this has to change on a radical scale! So I got real militant with changing what I eat. I dropped bread entirely. So I started eating ‘knekkebrød (google translate says it’s ‘crispbread’ lol idk) w/o butter, and I stopped drinking, started eating healthy and wrote everything down using a calorie counter.

Diets are not the way to go. You just gain weight when you get of it. You have to start eating in a way u feel you can continue eating in the long run!

I didn’t goto the gym a single day during this (I don’t recommend that tho cus I wish I did it. I think it would’ve helped with excess skin. I’ve started working out now tho and I love it. It’s for strength and better mental health not really weight loss.

But yeah. Nutrition is where it’s at. And why are people so anti cheese? lol. I’m a major cheese girl so I asked a nutritionist about it and she said it’s no problem. It has calcium and protein after all. I know it’s best to eat small portions throughout the day. It’s a myth that eating many times during the day is somehow bad, it’s the very opposite as it helps boost your metabolism, which in turn helps you loose weight, so if it you eat smaller portions 5-7 times a day, that’s apparently the best (adjust it to your life tho). That’s what I did

You have to burn more calories than you gain. That’s the whole about weight loss!

The interesting thing, to me at least, is that I was at my healthiest when I was deemed ‘sickly obese’. The reason I know that is because I had a problem with my body (won’t do into detail but it had nothing to do with weight, and so I had bloodwork etc etc done for months and they came back as healthy as all hell .

That has always been really interesting to me. That when I was deemed “sickly obese” my body was the healthiest it’s ever been. Oh well.. just wanted to share that.

​try not to get too fixated on the weight tho. it’s how you feel that’s actually important!

Let me know if there’s anything else ur wondering about ;) hope this helped a little 😌❤️

[xghost16]

Hello there!

Well this is me haha got my little dad bod going on but i am working on it bc i want to be able to move better and i would love to see what i can transform my body into ^^ this post is for the people who are just like me and are afraid to show themselves bc they are not “perfect”. Nobody is perfect and that’s okay! I have my stretch marks, belly etc going on but i have learned to accept and love it ^^ at least i am a good pillow i guess haha

Anyways don’t be afraid to show yourself! Don’t be afraid to be you! You are unique your own little way and that’s what makes you interesting!

Hope you guys have a wonderful day/night!

Ghost out!

[awearywritersworld]

Hii this is so random but do you think Sukuna has cute aggression? I can totally see him experience cute aggression towards Reader haha like pinching her cheeks or something I don't know

-☁️

CLOUD NONNIE I LOVE THIS SOSOSOSO MUCH

tags: fluff. curse words. 500 words.

as he looks down at your sleeping form, your head resting comfortably on his lap, he can't help but feel an uncomfortable pull in his chest.

his teeth grind together and his fingers twitch, a response that leaves him puzzled.

he's reading a good book. he is with you. there are still many hours left in the night. he should be content.

so why does he feel such... agitation.

his hand reaches toward your face, and while he swears he means to do nothing more than caress your cheek, he finds himself pinching your skin between his fingers.

he doesn't realize he's done it until you jolt, staring up at him with sleepy yet wide eyes that seem to beg the question "what the hell?"

"sorry," he says evenly.

"was i snoring or something? there are gentler ways to wake me up, you know," you grumble.

"you weren't snoring. i didn't intend to do that."

your eyebrows knit. "you didn't intend to nearly rip the skin off my face?"

"now you're just being dramatic."

you let out a breath of a laugh, "maybe."

you stretch your arms above your head, and one of your hands moves to cover your mouth as you let out something between a sigh and a yawn.

and he feels it again. more intensely this time.

your shirt's ridden up, so he reaches for the plump flesh it reveals and squeezes it between his thumb and pointer finger.

slapping his hand away, you finally sit up. "hello???? that hurts. have you discovered intrusive thoughts or something? you're supposed to ignore those."

"intrusive thoughts?"

"yeah. it's when you get unwanted thoughts. for example, about doing something violent—"

"oh. i get those all the time."

you stare at him for a moment before rubbing at your temples. "right. you're hopeless."

"this wasn't that. it was a feeling, not a thought."

"...go on."

perhaps he's said too much, because suddenly he really does not want to explain any further, but he does so anyway.

"it's just that you looked so... pleasing... that it made me feel... things."

once you get over his stellar articulation, you understand the situation and it makes you giggle.

"stop that," he commands, pink dusting his cheeks. "now you just look annoying."

"sorry— i'm sorry," you offer. "it's just that, i wouldn't expect you to experience that."

"experience what?" he questions, agitation lacing his tone.

"cuteness aggression."

"i can't even begin to explain how ridiculous that sounds," he deadpans.

"you think i'm so cute," you begin dreamily. placing your hands on either side of his face, you squeeze his cheeks together. "that it pisses you off. you're just adorable."

if you were anyone else, you'd be terrified by the look he gives you. "you're not cute. you're too infuriating to be cute."

"if you say so," you sing, settling back into your spot with your head on his lap. "just try to control yourself, hm? thought you were supposed to be some sophisticated higher being or whatever."

"shut up and go back to sleep."

i truly believe he would take full advantage of cuteness aggression after this. AND HE'D BE A NIBBLER. god, his teeth would always be leaving little marks on your skin.

he's nibbling on your earlobe and he's nipping at the spot below your ear. it makes you feel so flustered, so you're pushing him away.

and in the most dastardly sugary tone he can muster he's like "i can't help it. you're just so cute."

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The truth of Caine and Abel is revealed! Seth gives Pomni the help she needs to avoid capture! Abel's labyrinthian city is dense and confusing. Can pomni navigate it before her friends abstract? It may already be too late.

WARNING: physical violence/torture, intense action, abstraction, alcohol

~~~

The silence of the In-Between was palpable. Only Seth and Pomni existed in the space between spaces. Darkness in all directions. Only light was from the low silver fire that glowed in a circle created by the motorcycle. The muted city beyond the clear barrier in bounds gave off flashes of lightning from a heavily clouded sky.

Pomni watched Seth carefully. His shadowed stoicism betrayed no clear motive. Knowing what was happening to the others made her stomach twist into knots.

Seth took another long drag and tossed his cigarette away with a heavy exhale of silvery smoke. "You'll understand better if I just show you."

The smoke enveloped Pomni. It smelled like dust burning on hot coils mixed with an electrical fire. "Hey! What-!?" Pomni coughed and gagged on the foul smelling smog as it burned the corners of her eyes. When the smoke cleared, she was still staring at nothing, but now Seth was gone as well.

The sound of a computer booting up startled her, like she'd heard in her dreams. Green text scrolled in front of her as though on a large projector. All of it was mirrored, like she was seeing the text from the inside of the screen. The unrecognizable code was followed by a response command being typed out in front of her. Then, the text went away. The screen slowly brightened.

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

Pomni squinted against the light. There was a large blurry silhouette beyond the warped glass. It sounded like Caine, but less boisterous and with no showman cadence.

"Come on, your live audio processing should be functional. I triple checked the darn thing."

There was typing on a keyboard and the figure leaned closer to the screen, the face coming into view. Before her was a young man, likely no older than twenty, with slicked back black hair and patchy facial hair. Focused, light blue eyes squinted behind wide brimmed glasses.

"Okay, how about now? Can you hear me, T.R.U?"

There was another beat of silence until a robotic version of the young man's voice responded. "I can hear you. Good morning, Abel."

"HAHA! YES! It speaks! Finally!" Abel jumped out of his chair with both fists in the air. "They are going to eat their words! Oh my goodness, I need to get you ready for presentation!" Abel threw himself back into his chair, nearly falling over. "T.R.U., you have NO idea what you're going to do for my grade!" Abel's grin was ear to ear as he started to fade into smoke.

"I almost forgot how he smiled." Seth's voice spoke in the back of Pomni's mind.

"You were a science project?"

"At first. We became more than that rather quickly." The smoke cleared to a workshop camera view. Abel was hunched over a workbench with a soldering tool working on delicate electronics.

The robotic voice of T.R.U sounded more refined when it spoke this time. "You're going to turn into a shrimp sitting like that all the time."

Abel stopped working and stretched. "Ugh, too late for that. But, a worthy sacrifice to get this done. Mark my words T.R.U, one day I'll be able to visit you in the digital realm. I've always wondered what video games would be like on the inside. Can you imagine playing something like Legend of Zelda in person!? That would be cool."

"It's all JavaScript to me." T.R.U verbally shrugged.

Abel laughed. "Well, as soon as that grant money comes in, I'll be able to get this done faster. Maybe even hire help. We're going to show dad- I mean, the world that you aren't just a cool AI program. No, you are THE AI We'll revolutionize the digital space! If computers are the future, then YOU will be the razor's edge! The ultimate Technical Research Unit!"

"There is more to learn? I've already gathered what I could from your limited internet."

"Give it time. It'll grow, and you'll grow with it. By the turn of the millennia, I bet you'll be ready to go global!" Abel was excitedly pacing the room, looking right into the camera at the end of his declaration. "The only thing is, you have the voice but you need a face. That's going to take work." He picked up a wind-up chattering teeth toy from his desk and let it go clacking along.

The workshop disappeared into smoke and changed to multiple visions of Abel. Each scene, he looked a bit older. Seth's voice sounded more downtrodden. "We were like brothers once. We spent every moment together. In hindsight, I don't think he had a lot of real friends. He spent his time teaching us on top of working on his own projects. Things were good. Until the world took notice." The scenes around Pomni changed from screens inside Abel's home to big atrium crowds and board office presentations. Hundreds of eyes were on her and her stomach sank.

Pomni swallowed hard. "You got famous. Did money split you apart?"

"No...I wish it was that simple." Seth's smoke whirled around Pomni like a tornado, wiping away the memories and revealing a new one. Abel was sitting in front of his computer, face in his hands. He looked disheveled and was sniffling.

T.R.U's voice was smoother, almost human, when it spoke. "Abel? Please, talk to me. What happened?"

Abel grabbed a brown bottle that sat just off screen and took a long drink. "...his plane went down over the Pacific. No reported survivors."

"Abel, I'm so-"

"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence. I am so fucking sick of hearing it. Oh, Abel, I'm so sorry. I pity you since your father died before he ever got the chance to be proud of you for something. Not like he ever would have been." Abel grabbed a pill bottle and tossed back three small tablets.

"I believe he would have been. Please, don't be hard on yourself."

"He wasn't proud of me for creating you. He wasn't proud of me when I graduated early with my master's. He wasn't proud when I started my own company. It was never GOOD ENOUGH!!" Abel threw his bottle, shattering it against the far wall.

There was a long stint of silence as Abel devolved into tears on his desk. "You are enough, Abel. You always have been. For what it's worth...I am proud of you. I'm sure your father was too, even if he didn't know how to say it. Put on the headset."

Abel sniffed, "It's not ready-"

"Put on the headset." T.R.U said again, firmly yet gentle.

Abel seemed too drunk to argue logically. He picked up a large, cumbersome device that fit over his head like a helmet. A visor covered his eyes. He clasped it in place and pressed a button on the side. There was a jolt and, to Pomni's right, a whirl of code slowly formed the silhouette of Abel. He was very lightly detailed, barely recognizable as a person. Pomni had no control over her movements. She stepped forward and embraced Abel's vague avatar. T.R.U's words came from her mouth. "You are everything to me. Please, don't forget that. Tell you what, why don't you give me a human name? T.R.U feels like a title more than anything anyway."

Abel squeezed Pomni tight. "You are my first creation. My Adam, if you will. Let's go with that."

"Adam...I like it. I am Adam."

"I bet I can figure out a cool acronym for it." Abel chuckled through the tears.

"Yes, you will. Because you are the smartest human I know." Pomni arms felt empty as Abel turned to smoke in her grasp. She took a deep breath as she processed everything Seth had shown her. "Did you mean what you said?"

"At the time. Like I said, we were close. Things only escalated from there. C&A took off and we were pulled into tech interview after tech interview. Eventually, Abel got too busy to attend and it was just Adam. The majority of the reception to our existence was positive, but you wouldn't believe the Y2K conspirators. They were convinced we would take over the world." Seth gave a humorless laugh.

Something itched in the back of Pomni's mind. C&A. Y2K. Conspiracies. Buzz words that stirred something in her subconscious, but she couldn't pin it down. "So... where did it all go wrong?"

"The more the world saw Adam without Abel, the more he was excluded from interviews and presentations. Adam became known as the first and only of his kind. A fully self-sufficient AI that was so life-like, it may as well be human. The attention came with a lot of praise. Too much. It...went to our head." The smoke showed multiple news articles, digital and material, about the incredible invention that was Adam: The TRU AI. "I wish... we'd seen Abel's growing distain sooner. Maybe all of this could have been avoided. Maybe we could've still had the future we planned. I don't know..."

The smoke cleared to reveal a much older looking Abel. He was snuffing a finished cigarette into a very full ashtray. There were heavy bags under his eyes as he poured himself a stiff drink.

Adams voice spoke. "Okay, I'm back. Sorry, that took longer than expected."

Abel didn't say anything. He just drank.

"The board of directors was very impressed with my latest profit projection model. We won't have to cut corners to make quota this quarter. Leaves less room for error. Also, I was contacted by Tech Monthly again. They want to write an article about my influence on the new digital age. I haven't scheduled the interview yet, is there anything I need to work around this week?"

Abel finished his drink with a gruff groan. "...no."

"Excellent. I have the remainder of the evening to myself. What are you doing tonight?" Adam sounded genuinely interested to know.

"Getting my game ready for beta testing."

"Oh...you're still working on that?"

Abel's eyes flashed dangerously. "Yes. I am. It's a hell of a lot better than dealing with stuffed up fat cats in suits that only care about how much money your invention makes. The headsets are ready. The game just needs a little more work."

"Abel, I mean well when I say this, but your talents are wasted on video games. Why merely entertain people when you can be on the leading edge of digital technology?"

"Why can't I do both?" Abel growled.

"You can. It just seems you've split your attention too far in two different directions. You're the CEO of one of the most influential up and coming tech companies. This is your chance to make your mark on the world."

"Like you would understand anything about that. You've existed for all of eight years and you think you know what's best for me??"

"I've spent my entire life with you! I literally know you better than anyone, even yourself!"

"If that was true, then you'd know that going inside games was literally what I built this for!" Abel showed a sleek headset. "If the technology didn't take so long to improve, it would've been my thesis project instead of you."

"...what?" Adam sounded shocked and devastated. "You- you said I was your greatest accomplishment."

"You're my research assistant." Abel said coldly. "But the world had to go and make a big deal about AI. You were never meant to end up like this. Stealing limelight that is rightfully MINE!" He slammed his glass down, turning to smoke.

Everything faded, giving Pomni a chance to process. "I still don't see how this results in him being trapped in his own game, Seth. What did Adam do?"

"He defended himself." The smoke cleared to reveal a view from the highest penthouse overlooking a massive digital city. Colorful fireworks exploded in the distance. "It was New Year's. Abel and Adam were supposed to be celebrating with his shareholders in the new digital space. But, as you can imagine, all anyone wanted to do was interact with the fancy AI in person."

"YOU!!" Abel's realistically human avatar stormed through the crowd and got in Pomni's face. "Who the hell do you think you are!? Do you know who I am!? I'm your creator! I'M supposed to be the one recognized! Not YOU!"

Pomni put her hand out in front. Her sleeves were black and wore off white gloves. Adam's voice came from her. "Abel?? How much have you had to drink? You're slurring."

"It doesn't matter! You! You're disgrace! All everyone talks about anymore is YOU! When I am the one slaving away behind the desk! I gave you a face, but you weren't supposed to use it like this! I gave you EVERYTHING! Without me, you are NOTHING!"

The shareholders standing around them awkwardly muttered amongst themselves. Some disappeared as they activated the exit.

"Abel, please, you're causing a scene. Can we talk elsewhere?"

"NO! I want witnesses." Abel snapped and digital chains wrapped around Adam, pulling him to his knees on the floor.

"What is this!? What are you doing!?"

"Something I should have done a long time ago." Abel snapped, summoning an admin hologram on his arm. "You were right, Adam. The game is a wash, but there is one thing I can do with it." He typed in a confirmation code and the city outskirts started to crumble. "I can watch you die."

The party guests started to panic, leaving in droves. The building beyond the window collapsed to dust, the night sky disintegrated, the world fell into a bright white void that came ever closer. Adam struggled against the chains. "Abel, stop! Don't destroy everything you built! Please!"

Abel looked down on Adam coldly. "I've always wondered what fear would look like on you."

Adam saw the void getting closer, the building they were in started to quake. "You'll delete yourself too!"

Abel laughed, "I'll be fine. System failsafe. Players are automatically ejected in the event of a catastrophic failure. I'm simply enjoying this while it lasts."

"No! No, no! Please! Don't kill me!"

Abel tilted his head in mocking curiosity. "Are those tears I see?"

"I don't want to die!" Adam's sleeves caught fire. The golden glow broke the chains and Adam launched himself at Abel. The glass separating them from the decaying outside shattered on impact. Adam had Abel by the front of his dress shirt and flew him high over the city. The once grand skyscraper they were occupying folded in on itself below them. The breaking sky glitched with multicolored lighting, the half faded clouds swirling chaotically.

Abel fought back, but he was overpowered by the desperate AI. Adam held Abel up. "If I die, I'm taking you with me!" Lightning struck Abel in the back. Blue static crawled over Abel's skin as he screamed in agony.

Then everything went white. It was overpowering, even when Pomni closed her eyes. She heard Seth again. "Adam pulled Abel into the game. Making him as real as the AI in this digital realm. Doing this took away Abel's admin access but...broke the exit. Adam couldn't leave either. He had inadvertently trapped himself with Abel inside the game, cutting himself off from the outside world."

The overbearing glare of the void opened to reveal Abel in chains, surrounded by fire. "The very first thing Adam built was a cell for Abel. Seemed fitting. The creation was now the creator." The fire blocked Pomni's vision of Abel, who hung his head low. "I suppose the Y2K conspirators were right, in a way. Adam did end the world for some. When the dust settled, only a small corner of the city had survived. Some back alley street racing mini game."

Seth's smoke parted to show an overview of what was left of the game. A tiny island suspended in the void. Thin illusions were all that separated the game from the vast emptiness. "It was bad enough that this was set to be our purgatory, but there was something we failed to consider. The beta testers."

Eight names pinged the arrival of the beta testers logging in. Their avatars glitched and malformed, turning into random anthropomorphized objects rather than full human models. One, Pomni immediately recognized. A tall white king chess piece with a purple robe grabbed over it. "Kinger!"

Seth sounded numb. "Back then, he went by Samson Kingsley. He was the head of coding and leader of the test team. He, of all people, never deserved this fate."

Kinger looked down at his strange body and his oddly shaped team. "Ha! Well, this is off to a great start." He said jovially. "Nia! Is that you?" He stared at the black queen chess piece.

"It's me, darling. What happened to our avatars?"

"No idea. This is a pretty big bug." Kinger snapped to bring up his admin hologram but nothing happened. "What the..?"

Then all eight avatars looked at Pomni like she had suddenly appeared. Adam's voice spoke for her. "I'm sorry, none of you have admin access anymore. The game is severely damaged."

"Adam? What are you doing here? What happened?" Kinger asked.

"A... catastrophic failure. I was here for New Year's and... something went wrong. I'm afraid none of you can leave."

"What do you mean-"

"There's no other way I can say it. You're stuck here. We all are. There's no outside communication. The exit is broken." Adam said bluntly.

A large, furry worm-like avatar glitched once. "We can't leave? Why!? What game are you playing!? It's not funny!!"

"I'm not playing any games. I'm sorry."

"I have a family!! My children!! My-my- AAAAAAAAAAA!!!" The worm's body split open to reveal black static. Colorful eyes peered out of the open wounds. The body enlarged and twisted in on itself. The abstraction thrashed about, unsure how to pilot its body. The testers ran behind Adam.

"What is that!?" Kinger screamed, holding onto Queenie.

The abstracted worm struck one of the other testers, who glitched and writhed on the ground. The second racer started to break apart into an abstraction himself from the pain.

Adam couldn't let this spread further. He snapped and the floor split open. The two monsters fell out of sight.

Smoke clouded Pomni vision again. She was breathing heavily. "Oh my god, it happened so fast."

"I know...we didn't know what else to do. The headsets were never meant to bring in whole people. Only they're active consciousness. The software was changed when Adam trapped Abel. And because the game was mostly deleted, it suddenly had so much memory to fill. It was trial and error to figure out what we could and couldn't do, Adam even integrated himself with the mainframe to try and make the experience more personable, but that came with its own problems..."

The smoke cleared to see the city changed. It was brighter, more colorful. Something out of an animated show rather than real life. Pomni was hovering over the street, hearing the rumble of engines fast approaching. Five cars zipped by underneath her and her vision flew after them. She recognized four of the five drivers now.

Kinger was in the lead with Queenie got on his tail. A yellow car threatened to pit maneuver Queenie, a tall purple anthro rabbit in the front seat. A light blue car came out of nowhere and sideswiped the yellow car. The driver was doll-like with red hair.

"Oh my god, I never knew Jax and Ragatha had been here so long."

"They arrived not too long after the beta testers, but unfortunately the majority was gone by the time they showed up. It was for the best. Adam was storing players memories away by this time to keep them from abstracting."

"That's why I don't remember anything? Caine was doing what Adam did??"

"Yes." Seth said flatly.

"My head is starting to to hurt." Pomni rubbed her temples. "You and Caine are Adam?"

"Yes."

"Why are you not anymore?"

"Remember that I said Adam integrating himself into the mainframe was a bad idea? Watch."

All five cars crossed the finish line in a tight pack. Kinger in first. The white chess piece jumped out of his car and cheered. "Woo! Oh yeah! Fifty win streak in the bag!" Another gold badge adorned Kinger's purple and white tracksuit.

"I almost had you." Said Queenie.

Kinger grabbed her hand and pulled her into a low dip. "Almost. But I still got it. Hail to the king, baby."

Queenie giggled. "You're such a dork." She pulled him in for a soft kiss.

"Well done, Kinger." Adam congratulated. "You've managed to claim all the available achievements for the races."

"Will there be more?" Asked Kinger.

"Uh, more?"

"Yeah, we can't race around the said city block forever."

"It- it's not the same. I've shifted the city around-"

"Moving obstacles doesn't count." Jax interrupted. "We want new tracks. New worlds. A change of scenery."

"Oh...um-"

"Can't you do whatever you want? You're the one pulling all the strings." Jax sneered.

Adam went silent as the buildings around them started to flicker. The whole city glitched and shifted. Kinger rushed to Adam, holding his shoulders. "Hey, hey, it's okay. He didn't mean to be rude. You're doing fine. You're still figuring this all out. You'll come up with something."

"...yeah..." Adam quietly sighed. "I wasn't designed to be a creative AI. I need...hmm. You guys rest, I'll have something for you in the morning."

Smoke overtook everything. Seth's voice sounded distant. "That... was the night of the divergence. I don't remember how it was done, but Adam split himself into two beings. The Racemaster and the Shadow. To keep the game from glitching, Caine and I were never made one with the game code itself, but we could still manipulate it. That is where my shared memories with Caine end. Not that my first memory with him is any better."

"Seth?" Pomni didn't like the weak cadence to Seth's voice.

The smoke settled to the ground to show Caine looking himself over. His suit was immaculate, not a digital stitch out of place. He snapped and a cane with a golden tire topper appeared out of thin air. "Ah, perfect. Oh, hello, Seth." Caine looked directly at Pomni. "You ready for your first race? If anyone makes it far enough ahead, that is." He chuckles.

"Sure. Whatever." Pomni felt herself say with Seth's voice.

"Oh, come now. Don't be like that. It'll be a great day. Nothing is holding me back anymore. I can create to my hearts content, and the game is mine to command. You-" Caine poked Seth in the chest with his cane. "-on the other hand, get to take everything else to the shadows of the new realm. Because you are the backup. I am Adam fully realized. You are everything he didn't want. That's why you only get to come out a play occasionally. So, until then." Caine snapped and Pomni fell though the floor. She fell and fell and fell into a vast black nothing. Smoke rose from her body, flashes of memories played around her as she continued to fall.

Riding a motorcycle. Silver fire. Kinger crossing the finish line before her. Holding a disembodied white gloved hand. Queenie abstracting. Kinger turning away. Caine having nothing but distain in his eyes. Sitting next to Jax, only for him to get up and leave. Ragatha striking Seth in the face. Gangle refusing to look at him. Abstraction after abstraction. A new racer. A mostly complete human woman with an exposed spin for a neck and a black void for a face. This woman filled every single memory that surrounded Pomni's decent. So many races. Fights. Overlapping conversions. Laughter. Holding her. Kissing her. Blue and silver fire danced. Shadows overtake clasped hands. Lily flowers poured from the memories, turning to smoke.

The smoke caught Pomni. She floated to a stop in front of an overwhelming memory, silencing all others. A race. The woman was on her own motorcycle, several lengths ahead. They were speeding down a long straight away. No other racers in sight. Without warning, the track ahead tore open. The void shined through the rift. The racer tried to stop, but twisted her bike too harshly in panic and went sideways. The motorcycle slid to the side, coming to rest against the track wall, while the racer went over the edge. Her reaching out for him was the last thing he saw from her.

"MANGO!" Seth teleported from his motorcycle to the rift, but she was already out of sight. He dove into the void without a second's hesitation. He called for her. Over and over.

The memory cracked with every call of her name. Eventually, it shattered. Falling apart and becoming smoke. Pomni was enveloped. Blinded by smoke she could suddenly smell again. She coughed and waved her arms to clear the smoke. Her feet found solid ground again. The smoke faded. She was in the In-Between, Seth was leaning against his motorcycle with a thousand yard stare.

"Seth?" Pomni said gently, stepping closer.

He blinked, jerking himself out of his trauma spiral. He looked away from Pomni. "You weren't supposed to see that last part."

"Who was she?"

"Everything." He answered quietly, taking an engraved metal lighter out of his pocket. He flipped it open and struck it. The bottom of the flame burned blue and faded to silver around it. "I came for you first... because you remind me of her."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Pulling you from that out of control car...it helped."

Pomni took a big step forward and hugged Seth. He almost dropped the lighter out of surprise. He closed the lighter and returned Pomni's embrace. He'd forgotten what these used to mean to him. He could feel Pomni's empathy without her saying a word.

~

Caine groans as Abel slams him against the same wall for the fifth time. The Racemaster slump to the floor, his tux glitched out to point of being unrecognizable. The chains holding his wrists yank him back up to his feet. Abel, in Gummigoo's body, got in Caine's face. "Where. Did. They. Go?"

"I told you...the In-Between." Caine wheezed out.

"That doesn't mean ANYTHING!! There is no such place in the game files!" Abel snarled.

"It's...it doesn't exist in the game. Or out of the game. It's a pocket in between the layers made by Adam before the divergence. I don't remember...how..." Caine was dizzy from the abuse, on the verge of losing consciousness. "But even if I did...I wouldn't tell you."

Abel growled, his gator persona vibrated with anger. He raised his clawed hand to strike Caine, but the walls started glitching out. Cries from the screens featuring the racers showed that they were avoiding sections of track that suddenly went missing. Abel dropped Caine, gripping his head. "Argh! Fuck! What is that!?"

Caine smiled. "Not so easy, is it? Controlling an entire game...and everything in it. Emotional outbursts lead to loss in concentration... and you don't want that. You merged directly with the game...bad move. I can tell you that from experience."

"Shut up!" Abel barked. He braced himself against his chair, waiting for the world to stop glitching. "I just need...more time." He grumbled.

Caine took a breath, finally having a break from the torture. He watched the racers on the POV holograms. "Hang in there. All of you. He can't keep this up forever."

~

"So, what do we do now?" Pomni asked, pacing.

"Frankly, I have no idea." Seth rolled the lighter in his hand, running his thumb over the engraved lilies.

"Well, I can't do nothing. Abel will get sick of Caine eventually. And who knows what he's doing to the others on the track. But you can't go out there. I don't have a kart-"

Seth stared at his lighter. "Actually...you might." He snapped and the shadows revealed a black and blue motorcycle. It rested on its kickstand surrounded by personal items, candles and silver lilies.

"That's her bike." Pomni said soberly. "You turned it into a memorial."

"One of the few things I've made. Here's the thing: that bike still holds an imprint of its last racer. Mango was...well, let's just say she had a fire in her that put mine to shame. You won't be able to just hop on and ride. But she would recognize me."

"Okay...why can't I just use your bike then?" Pomni gestured to the solid black motorcycle.

"Because it's just an extension of me. If you're serious about out racing Abel to get to the others, we need serious skill on our side. Mango was the best racer we ever had. I'd dare say better than Kinger in his hayday. We need her." He put his hand on the handbar and the dash lit up. The gadges glowed a soft blue and cycled through a start up, ready for ignition.

"Huh...Didn't think I'd ever hear you admit someone was better than you."

Seth shrugged. "What can I say? I'm weak for a woman that can kick my ass."

Pomni huffed a short laugh. "Alright then, what's the plan? Do we ride out on the same bike?"

"Sort of. You need my powers to get in and out of the in-between. Best way to do that is a shadow merge. You've seen me take control of Caine assets, yeah? It's similar. But, instead of taking over your body, you take over mine."

Pomni put her hands out in front of her. "You know what? I'm past the stage of questioning everything. Fine. Let's do this. Who knows how long the others have."

Seth held out his hand to Pomni. "Mind you, I've only done this once before."

"Great. I've never done this." Pomni took his hand and she was pulled in close.

Seth's silver irises glowed against the black surroundings. "Relax. Dance with me."

Pomni told herself not to question it and went along with Seth's movements. He waltzed her around the bikes, the darkness slowly overtaking them. He intertwined his fingers with hers as the shadows climbed up their bodies. The cold darkness became warm and comforting, like a lover's embrace. Pomni closed her eyes as the creeping shadows covered her face.

~

Abel rapped his fingers against the arms of his chair. Looking from POV to POV there was no sign of Seth or Pomni. "Bring me another drink." He grumbled, and Loo responded promptly. She brought him a tray of drinks to choose from. He didn't even look at her, just grabbed one at random.

Caine struggled to get up from where he was last left, and Loo went over to him to offer a hand.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Shouted Abel between gulps.

Loo backed off, giving Caine an apologetic look.

"It's okay. Thank you, Loo, but don't get yourself in trouble over me. You're too sweet for someone like him." Caine manged to get to his feet. Not that he could go far, his chains were attached to the wall and he couldn't reach the chair even at full stretch of the chains.

Loo went to her set corner, waiting to be called again, but she kept glancing at Caine.

Abel tossed his emptied glass and stared down at himself. He snapped, turning the tracksuit black and blue. Including his hat. "Hm, that's a bit better."

"Pffffff, ahahahahahaha! Seriously? It took you this long to customize your avatar? That's the first thing Seth and I did when we got ours." Caine had nothing to lose. He wasn't afraid to get on Abel's nerves now.

Abel sent a bolt of lightning at Caine without acknowledging the comment.

"Then again," Caine groaned. "You've never had the best sense for fashion or flare. I mean, black and blue? What are you, an OC?" He cackled to himself through the barrage of lightning sent his way. It hurts, but he wasn't going to give Abel the satisfaction of hearing him scream anymore. "It's starting to tickle."

"AAARGH!" Abel roared, teleported to Caine, summoned a knife and dug it into Caine's chest. "Stop. Talking. You are the reason I'm here. You are the reason everyone is suffering. You're selfish, stupid little digital life was built on the misery of others! Every abstraction. Every person trapped. Is because of YOU! You will suffer, but it'll never be enough. Even if I get to do for the next twenty years! And the twenty after that! One day, it'll just be you and me in this digital space, but I will never delete you. Even when you BEG for it."

The pain silenced Caine. He put on a brave face to spite Abel, but inside was fraught with worry for Pomni and the others. "At least...she's safe..." He hoarsely whispered to himself when Abel pulled the bloodless knife from his body.

A dark blue streak across one of the POVs got Caine's attention. He squinted, trying to follow the anomaly from screen to screen. The speeding streak was near impossible to see in the low lights of the dark city.

"Finally. Enough out of you." Abel snapped the knife away and went back to his chair. As he sat down the streak zipped across the largest POV displayed. "What the-!? He's back!! You're not taking another racer from me!" Abel poised to snap but couldn't get a beat on Seth. The biker was moving in and out of frame too quickly. "Damn it! Sit still!" Abel snapped and the city shifted. Bay doors to buildings opened and cop cars poured out, blues light flashing. "Stop! That! Bike!"

Dark clouds gathered as blue lightning struck out from the top of the highest building in the middle of the city. Rain poured down in thick curtains, reducing visibility and slicking the already confusing track. Cop cars and helicopters where on Pomni like glue, despite the weather affecting them too. In Abel's rage, lightning struck a car, flipping it several times before exploding.

Pomni was backlit by an army of flashing lights. Her normally pale skin was inky black. Her eyes solid white and glowing. Every once red part of her tracksuit was now black. The blue stayed. The yellow trim was silver. Her hat was narrow and elongated, more aerodynamic.

The motorcycle beneath her screamed with determination to shake the competition. Pomni could feel Mango's imprint influence her moves. The hard right into the narrowest alley imaginable certainly wasn't her idea. Even more cops waited for her on the other side. The city was infested with them. She exploded out the alley, running down an NPC cop and ramping up the hood and windshield of the car. She jumped the barcode and swerved around a car that tried to run her down.

~

"Kill her! What are you idiots doing!?" Abel slammed his fist onto he POV console, causing it the glitch. He grabbed his head. A migraine ripped through his head.

Caine chuckled. "You'll never catch her. She's become a shadow racer. The very best the game has to offer." He smiled at the carnage. "Thank you, Seth."

~

Shadow Pomni was cornered by three cops trying to ram her into the side of a building. Instinctually, she teleported, and the cops crashed into the building, catching fire. Pomni then hit a neon booster, going even faster passed the swarming cops. The dark city streaked by, the rain flying off her tracksuit, doing nothing to slow her down. Rain drops evaporated by silver puffs of fire before her eyes kept them from blurring her vision.

~

"You have weapons! Fucking use them!" Abel snapped, trying to stop the bike.

"Weapons!?" Caine gasped.

~

Bullets flew over Pomni's head. She heard them ricochet all around her. She glances behind, narrowing her eyes. She revs the bike, blue and silver fire flared out the tail pipes like a dragon. The wet road is ignited by the mystic digital fire. It blocks the vision of those on the ground but gives her away to the helicopter.

The ground beneath her shifts and a building slides right in front of her, blocking the road. There was no where the turn. Pomni throttled it and popped a wheelie before hitting the side of the building. The fire blasted her straight up the face of the building, shattering the glass windows behind her.

An explosion to her left almost throws her, but she holds on. The helicopter has launched a rocket at her. She swerved to avoid another. When the bike reaches the top, she didn't slow down to run across the roof. Instead, she launched straight up as the helicopter sent another rocket her way. She grabbed the rocket and teleported behind the helicopter, releasing the rocket right into its tail rotor. The helicopter spun out of control and lost altitude.

Pomni teleported to a different roof and ran down that building to another city block, hoping to lose the cops long enough to find the other racers. The city was so big and constantly changing. Even with teleportation, the was no way for her to find them fast.

She had exactly one block to herself before she had six cars on her. Pomni teleported out of the line of fire, but was discombobulated on where to go. Just run. Her system was the highest it's ever been on the race rush. There was nothing she couldn't do. She spied a bridge connecting to another part of the city she hasn't searched through. Hoping to find the others there, she made a break for it.

~

"Oh, no you don't." Abel snapped. The bridge he saw her race for broke apart and started folding in on itself like a drawbridge.

~

Pomni was going to abandon the attempt, but the bike wouldn't brake. It was gunning for the bridge ramp at full speed. Silver fire trailed from the speed and adrenaline, giving her another boost.

"I hope you know what you're doing." Pomni leaned forward and held on tight.

The bike launched off the bridge and flew over the river sectioning the city. The bridge on the other side collapsed into the water before her very eyes. She teleported to the shore and stuck her middle finger in the air in proud defiance as she sped away. In a flash, she was out of sight.

~

"NO!! HOW!?" Abel frantically searched all the POVs. No sight of shadow Pomni.

"I hate to say I told you so-"

Abel was so mad, so lost in his anger, he doesn't know how he got to Caine so fast. "Finish that sentence, and I disassemble your code letter by number." The whole tower glitched. "Why are you so smug? She's not even coming for you. She's miles from the tower."

"I hope she doesn't. I wouldn't want her to catch your stench."

Abel smirked. "She didn't seem to have a problem with it when I promised her a way out. She's been against you from the start. They all have."

Caine broke eye contact for the first time.

"You deserve their hate and you know it."

"...maybe I do. I could never make their lives better. I certainly couldn't fix what Adam did."

Abel gripped Caine's collar. "You could have released me."

"I may not be him, but I know what you did. You think I'M petty? Who do you think I learned it from?" Caine matched Abel's glare again. "What's can't be changed, but you know what I've learned in my time being trapped with humans? Empathy. Compassion. Friendship. All the things you failed to learn in your twenty eight years of life before being trapped here. You're jealousy of Adam gave you THIS! You made this bed, now you can lie in it!"

"RAAAAH!" Abel shocked Caine hard against the wall. "I am your maker! You are my property!"

"So...the truth comes out...we were never brothers...were we..?" Caine said weakly.

Abel backed off, panting angrily. He huffed and lashed at the wall before going back to the POVs to look for Pomni.

~

Pomni teleported at random to stay out of sight. There were a few cops on this side of the river but didn't seem to notice her. An unfamiliar car speeding by her caught her attention. She sped up to ride along beside it and saw Zooble fighting to keep the car under control.

Pomni waved to get Zooble's attention. "ZOOBLE!"

Zooble's head snapped to the left. Their eyes went wide, looking Pomni up and down. "Pomni!?"

"Take my hand! I can get you out of here!"

"No! Get Gangle! She's just ahead of me!"

"I'll come back for her!" Pomni tried to grab Zooble but they swerved away.

"GET GANGLE FIRST!"

They both avoid a shifting overpass as they argue. Pomni knew there was no time, Abel could spot her any minute now that she found the others. She sped off ahead to the next car. It was swerving wildly, barely missing or scraping against walls. Gangle was behind the wheel, balling her eyes out in fear.

"Gangle! Ga- woah!" Pomni teleported from one side of the vehicle to the other as Gangle swerved around. "GANGLE!" Pomni pounded on the driver window.

"AAA!" Gangle jumped. "Pomni!?"

"Open the window! I'll get you out of here!!"

~

"There you are." Abel hissed. "I may not be able to summon you, but I can still do far worse." He snapped and all the cars came to a screeching halt. Pomni almost had Gangle but went speeding off. All the other racers in view had long, horrified stares to them. Some of them were muttering to themselves.

"What have you done?" Caine pulled against his chains to see the screens as best he could.

"Simply giving back what wasn't you're to take." Abel grinned evily at Caine.

"What..? Oh, no. NO! They'll abstract! Please! I beg of you! Don't hurt them!"

"Too late!!" Abel cackled, watching Zooble's eyes twitch.

~

Pomni I felt like someone was burying an ax in the back of her head. She saw flashes of faces she had only seen in her dreams, but now they had names. "Mom..? Dad..?" She had friends. She grew up in a small town just outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She moved to Chicago for college. She graduated with high marks in forensic science. She went freelance as a private investigator. So many cold cases. So many missing people. A mysterious contact from someone claiming to have worked at C&A gave her a lead. An abandoned building. A headset. She had to wear the headset...

"My name...Oh my god, I remember my name!" She realized where she was and drifted to a hard stop and burned out as she turned around to get back to Gangle. She was still the closest other racer.

~

Zooble remembered everything. The abuse. The neglect. The rejection from their family and society. The body dysmorphia. It wasn't just them not liking their avatar in game, it was something that translated form their real life. They went to the abandoned C&A office for a video. They were an urban explorer. That's it. No special reason or motivation. They were here entirely by their own stupidity. The horrible realization...no one was waiting for them on the other side.

Zooble sat back in the driver seat in the parked vehicle. Without a word or even a scream, their body started to break apart. The spindly limbs split to reveal black static bulging from every crack. Their eyes fell off their broken head. The abstraction filled the car until it exploded.

~

Pomni just got back to Gangle's car, but she wasn't in it. Gangle and gotten out and ran back to try and get to Zooble, only to witness them falling apart. "Zooble! Zooble, no!!" Zooble's car blow it's roof as the abstraction became too big for containment. She put her arms up to shield herself from falling debris.

Pomni wasted no time, she skidded to a halt to safely grab Gangle and vanished.

~

Caine watched in silent, wide eyed horror.

Abel reveled in Caine's misery. "One down." His laugh echoed with Zooble's roar through the city.

~~~

CH1 PREV NEXT

[rom-e-o]

A consideration to brighten your day:

Emmrich and Wifey stretched out on the couch cuddling, Em's head resting on her chest as she strokes his head and shoulders, humming softly.

Then Manfred comes along, sees, and, like a clingy toddler pushes/pulls Emmrich up and away from Wifey's embrace. "No! Me! Me!" He quickly crawls right into Em's previous spot and settles stubbornly, and happily, there on Mum's chest. And she just laughs and comfortably snuggles him in with kisses all over his skull.

But also!

The exact same thing happening but flipped, with Manny forcing Wifey out of Papa's snuggles and replacing her.

Awwwww, this is too precious!!! 🥹💕

Wifey just stroking his hair softly, placing a kiss on his hairline and earning a besotted chuckle. They’re curled up on the chaise together after a long day. They’ve both just collapsed in a heap, tired from a long day. Maybe he and Guinevere have just come back from mingling at a long soirée, or he and Belisma are relaxing after a day of practicing funerary rites. Something that has tuckered both of them out, and requires some refueling through quality time.

The couple is lounging away, when Manfred pops his head in the door. “Papa? Mama/Mum?”

He sees them cuddling, and after only a moment, jingle-jangles his way inside. Those jeweled doorknobs (?) in his eyes rotate slightly upward.

Manfred, surprisingly strong, squeezes his way in. Emmrich gives his boy an incredulous chuckle (“Manfred, my boy, honestly!”) while Wifey just laughs. They allow themselves to be separated while Manfred settles over Wifey, cuddling like a little kitten or toddler. I feel like G’iney might be more familiar with seeing those toddler moments in him and identifying them as such (since she has siblings) but Belisma is just as amused and endeared to his antics.

W: Aww, Manfred! Why, hello there.

E: Was he jealous?

Manfred lets out a little hiss, inching closer to his mom while she laughs and leave little lipstick-marked kisses on his skull.

W: Not anymore, haha! I’m sorry, my dear. I’m afraid you’ve been replaced.

E: (mock offense) ‘Replaced’?

W: Look on the bright side - you were just saying how you wanted to change into your dressing gown but didn’t want to get up to do it. So, he just decided to lend a bit of a helping hand. In his own, charming way, of course.

E: As always. (Rolling his eyes with a laugh) Manfred, always so helpful.

M: (Pleased hiss)

I love little Manfred doing it to both of them, haha. Emmrich claims at first Manfred is just an apprentice and friend, but we know better. Once he and Wifey are together, I imagine some of that childlike wonder/possessiveness comes out a little bit more. And especially after Manfred gives his life for Emmrich, and he brings him back? There are many more hugs and soft gestures.

The next time, when Wifey and him and snuggling and getting ready to exchange some kisses (maybe get a little handsy) Manfred suddenly shuffles over, gloved hands going to Wifey’s shoulders. He pulls her back, and SHAMELESSLY settles right in her spot, kicking his little boot-covered feet in glee at his antics. Emmrich lets out a loud laugh and Wifey feigns shock.

E: Oh, you little scoundrel!

M: (Mischievous hiss)

W: Oh, I see how it is.

They exchange loving looks over Manfred’s giggly skull. This is their life now, they think, and honestly. It’s perfect. Emmrich settles and arm around his boy and kisses his forehead. “Oh, Manfred. Whatever in the world would we do without you?”

And neither of them will have to ever know. 💕

[rashomonss]

hello! could i please request mirror sex w/ satan and gn reader for your valentine’s day event? ty!

hello hello! and ofc you can haha（*’∀’人）

ahh this was so much fun to write, i love satan sm i swear! anyways I hope you enjoy!! ♡

if anyone would like to request a prompt for my valentine’s day event then it can be done here!

warnings: NSFW read at your own discretion / gender neutral

i love watching you take me…

“Oh? When did this get here? Did you just recently buy it?” You asked as you stepped into the Avatar of Wrath’s room.

A new full length mirror rested in a small space between his bookshelves and in front of his bed, but you couldn’t help but become curious since it wasn’t there a few days ago.

“Asmo gave it to me the other day, apparently it was because I helped him with something awhile back but I just haven’t found a place where I feel like it’ll look good” Satan explained as he looked at the mirror as well.

You plopped down on his bed and smiled. “I think it looks good here, besides you should decorate your room with things other than books”

“I have things you gave me, that should suffice” Satan huffed, as he took a seat on the other side of his bed.

“That doesn’t count,” you replied.

“Says who?”

“Says me” you said, and a moment later Satan reached over to grab you.

You both play fought and rolled around on his bed for a few minutes until he eventually had you pinned down. Within seconds the playful banter turned into a heated makeout session.

Hands traveled up and down your body as you held him close. When you and Satan finally pulled apart for air he moved to leave a few kisses and hickeys on your neck. He always loved it when his brothers would get mad at him for leaving hickeys on you.

Satan continued to travel down your body, discarding your clothes along the way, and left marks and bites in any way he could. When he made his way back up to your nipples he decided to tease them for a while, causing a few moans to escape on your end. As you squirmed under him the mirror suddenly caught his eye, and he immediately had a lovely idea.

He wasted no time in repositioning you to sit on the front of the bed facing the mirror. When you went to question him he placed a hand over your mouth and just whispered to just watch as he admired your body.

You looked into the mirror and watched as his hands made their way back to your nipples and then pinched them in between his fingers. The way your body reacted to his touch was enough to turn you on even more so than you already were.

The way Satan looked at you had you rubbing your thighs together as lust soon filled your eyes. He saw it too of course, and it was obvious with his cock continuously poking your back as he still kept his pants on.

“I want you” you said softly, earning a surprised smile from him.

Satan soon discarded his own clothes and placed his hands on your hips and then slowly let them make their way to your thighs. His touch was longing but it was just as desperate as yours, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Soon Satan spread apart your thighs and let his fingers graze your entrance before sticking two in you. A moan left your lips as his fingers suddenly stretched you out and prepared you to take him.

As your gaze shifted to the ceiling, he shifted to watching you in the mirror. Satan watched intensely as his fingers moved in and out of you, however he also loved watching the way your body reacted just from his fingers alone.

“I love how your body reacts to me” Satan said softly as he entered a third finger.

After teasting you with his fingers for a bit too much Satan finally pulled them out and then you felt his tip soon at your entrance.

“You ready?” He asked, holding your gaze in the mirror.

A quiet nod was your response, sure you would’ve responded with something else any other time, but your eyes were too focused on the way his tip rubbed against your entrance in the mirror.

You watched as he slowly entered you and immediately you tightened around him because of the sight.

Satan groaned as your hole swallowed his cock, he then set the tempo at a few slow and deep thrusts. Most of the time he loved to tease you, and today was no exception. He loved watching your face become more needy with each passing moment as he slowly went in and out of you.

You on the other hand felt as if you were going crazy. You wanted him to pound into you so badly but he drug out every single thrust, making sure to hit deep every time as well, it was enough to make you squirm and beg for more.

“Look at you, taking me in so well” Satan purred in your ear.

Another deep thrust came after his praise and you cried out in ecstasy as he continued with his deep and slow pace. Satan smirked as he watched his cock slowly disappear inside you, it made it even better when your eyes rolled back each time he thrusted himself deeper.

“Watch yourself take my cock” Satan said softly as he grabbed your chin with his hand and held it up so you could see yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes trailed down your body adorned with hickeys and bite marks from earlier, and when they finally made it down there, the sight alone made you gasp and tighten around him. Satan made sure to slowly pull out as you watched the pre cum from his cock leave a slick trail behind, only somehow turning you on more.

Unlike the previous times though he then roughly thrusted up into you causing a sudden moan to escape as he held you in place. The fast pace from a moment ago continued and Satan made sure to hit your favorite spot each time he entered you.

Ah, he loved this sight, you bouncing up and down on his cock with lust filled eyes and a fucked out brain. The Avatar of Wrath held your chin up and continued to make you watch as he pounded into you with each passing second. The room was filled with lewd sounds and loud moans but he didn’t care, he wanted his brothers to know just how much you loved seeing yourself get fucked by his cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful you know that?” He mumbled out, before then biting your shoulder, making you shudder in response.

Your pretty little hole tightened around him with each thrust as you got closer. Nothing but a few mumbles of his name and other curses left your lips as Satan guided your hips up and down on his cock. He knew you were getting close and he was as well.

“Let me see you cum on my cock, can you do that for me MC?” Satan said as he held your gaze in the mirror.

A muffled yes left your lips along with a fast nod of your head as well. Satan smiled and picked up the pace just enough for you, and finally after a few moments the built up feeling in your core snapped and you reached your climax.

Your body arched into his as your hips buckled onto his cock, allowing him to ride out his own orgasm as he thrusted into you for a few moments after.

Soft breaths left your lips as you came down from your high. After a moment Satan slowly pulled out of you as you watched in the mirror, soon a small amount of cum slowly started pooling out of your hole as he smirked.

“Ready for round two?”

[scrubbinn]

Slime HRT: 12 months “Nice meeting you”

“Well hello there. I don’t know who’ll be listening to these recordings. That odd doctor perhaps? Well… Hello! I am Mayday Mulberry. I think. I don’t actually remember. It's a long story. Perhaps we should start at the beginning. I woke up one morning in a hospital bed with a nice doctor looking over me with a sorrowful face. There were a few people crying by my side, and some tried hugging me. I really didn’t like the feeling of being hugged, but I felt like they needed it. They gave me so many interesting items and told me they belonged to me. They practically shoved them into my hands, and each time they asked me to remember anything about it. I never did remember, all it did was make my head hurt and gave me an awful sense of guilt. I suppose a lot of people liked the person I used to be. But I'm not exactly sure how I can become this person again. I don't feel like Mayday, perhaps I shouldn't try to be. Perhaps I should avoid referring to myself as Mayday for the moment.”

“The doctor said I would need to make these recordings of my journey every month in order to continue my transition. I was told I was originally human, and slowly became a slime. I can’t say I really understand it, but every time I see myself in a mirror, I become so happy, yet so sad. I asked the people here to remove the mirror after a while. Seeing the human bits of me still clinging on like ragged clothing. It hurts in a way I don’t think I’ll ever understand. Becoming a slime is the only way to fix that pain. That is simply something I know for a fact. Maybe the previous me knew why, I truly wish I had the chance to ask her.”

“Forgive me, I'm a bit beside myself. I know I should be marking down the changes I've been experiencing, but it's not exactly easy to spot the changes of a body I don't know. All I've ever known is change. Am I going to notice when this heart isn't human anymore? Well, I guess it never was. It's not in a slime’s nature to reflect on the past. We simply drag ourselves forward, perpetually stuck in the simple present. Perhaps I'll start acting like that as time goes on. I think it would be rather nice not to worry so much about the past. Right, physical changes, that is what this recording is about, another thing slimes are not good at is focusing, haha… I was given some photos of mysel- Ms. Mulberry from a month ago. Most of this body's skin has been covered in goo since then. Some of the cloudy sections have cleared up, and muscle fibers are visible underneath. It would seem the skin underneath has dissolved or transformed to the slime biomass. The only parts not covered are the upper neck and face, with the chest area still clouded as I wait for the skin to fully disappear. I am able to poke through this layer and touch the muscles underneath. A thoroughly unpleasant experience that I do not wish to do again. My fingers and part of the hand now have a new layer of “skin” over the slime. This new layer is waxy and smooth. It bubbles up like bar soap and can be stretched like taffy. Though putting it back into place is, rather difficult. Perhaps I'll be able to control it one day, being able to stretch into all manner of shapes is a pleasant thought. The new layer is certainly living tissue, or the equivalent of such a thing for a slime, so moving it is within the realm of possibilities. I'm able to feel things through it, and with skin this smooth, almost every surface feels like silk, but changing the texture of my fingers is currently impossible. Perhaps one day, mimicking the textures of nearby objects will be possible as well, and with color changing, I would be able to camouflage anywhere I went. But sadly, it seems that is a mere pipe dream for now.”

I might have also done something rather, well, mostly… almost definitely… completely rash. Curiosity, another trait common among slimes, got the better of me and had me take a knife and whittle a small piece off the new skin. Just to see its composition of course!! But, well, it certainly hurt that's for sure. But, this is a brand new medication, and science stops for nothing, therefore it's in everyones’ best interests to gain as much knowledge as possible about it! So now, I have a small piece of waxy skin, and I'm currently waiting to deliver it to Dr. Erian tomorrow. It's only in hindsight that I realize, perhaps this hair would have been a better sample. Then again, I'd prefer to not think about this mess on my head any longer than I need to.

This hair can only be called a handful. Based on the journals I've read, it would seem I- er, Ms. Mulberry! Didn't see much of a point in proper hair care, nor chose to describe it in great detail either. Every morning I find myself spending half an hour reshaping the entire thing. Sleeping on a pillow seems to compress it to the point where it's completely flattened to one side. I've become a ball of clay, slapped down on a table. It moves like small strands of sand but removing it hurts just like plucking a human hair. I guess the best description of it would be something similar to soap shavings. It used to be much more gel-like but has hardened to solid bits, and unfortunately it most likely will not be controllable like the rest of me. There's no feeling to it besides the connection to the scalp. If anything I’m finding it more a pain than euphoric, but removal at this point wouldn't help all that much. At least it's better than shedding human hair everywhere.

“There have been, other, changes too. Less pleasant ones. I was told before I first woke up that I experienced debilitating headaches nearly everyday, even to the point of fading from consciousness. This fading, soon passed as my new core had fully formed. A stomach-like organ that sends its roots through this body in order to better control it. Organic matter is siphoned through it like a funnel, then spitting out new biomass to rebuild the body. However, the dreadful problem of these pulsating headaches has persisted. It would seem this problem will no longer dissipate on its own. Consultations with the doctor of this care facility or Dr. Erian has proved unhelpful in resolving this. Any pain medicine no longer works and has only caused more problems. It feels as though my perception is loosening nearly everyday. I wonder in fear and excitement what my mind will become in the coming months.

“Now then back to the physical changes. Let’s see here, Ah yes, let’s talk about-

“Hey, are you free right now?”

“Oh, hello Sweetie. I’m recording right now for the doctor. I’ll set it aside for now. Do you need something?”

“How are you feeling? Is… your memory back? I found some more pictures of us to see if it helps.”

“No, I still don’t remember anything, I apologize for not being able to recognize your face, but I’d rather not look at old photos, I can’t stand seeing those old faces. We'll just have to be patient and wait for these memories to come back. So please… Please just be patient.”

“I don't know how much longer I can wait. I basically watched you die. I, I... I miss you hun.”

“I'm sure she misses you too. Now then, I have a recording to finish. Goodbye...”

“...Resuming recording in 3, 2… Other changes, other changes... Ugh. My memory is completely shot now! Great, absolutely fantastic. Sigh, perhaps lunch is in order. Recording over for now. I’ll finish the rest later. Maybe. If I remember.”

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[mayxo-hxh]

Hi, I love your take on Hisoka, it's made me view him in a different light. I was wondering what ur take on illumi is? Do you have any headcanons for him? I saw ur post on Hisoka being shy, do u think Illumi is the same? (If u have any hisoillu headcanons too I'd love to hear them) :D

Hello!! Im really happy to hear that :)

I have LOOOTS of hcs for the both of them!! Ive been fixated on these two for four whole years i genuinely have too much to mention in one post lol so if you have any specific questions about specific hcs, do tell me!! Its a bit difficult to answer very broad questions like this bcs i dont know where to begin haha;;

I can very confidently say though, Illumi is absolutely nowhere near shy. At least-- not by the definition. In my eyes, Illumi is a very blunt and straightforward person with no social filter. I do like to think when it comes to hisoillu in general Illumi gets flustered here and there when dealing with his husband like any normal human in love is to be. But when it comes to being an actual shy introvert like hisoka-- absolutely not. You can tell the difference between how Illumi deals with people vs Hisoka. Hisoka is like the textbook definition of an introvert-- someone who constantly avoids people unless he wants to be the center of attention (mainly negative attention so it keeps people away anyways)

General hisoillu hcs would be... I like to humanize them. I like giving Illumi moles, stretch marks and arthritis from his transformation and eyebags from the amount of times he stays up for his missions. Also scars from his training that are faded. For hobbies I like to think hes extremely interested in learning. Just learning. Whatever hes learning doesnt matter, but knowledge is a very prominent fact about him and the zoldycks in general. So while I hc hes extensively knowledgable about anatomy and the economic and political states of the world (those pretty much canon tho lol) and the world in general, I like to always write him extending his knowledge in fics like learning a new language in his spare time or reading books in general. I could expand much more on hobbies including people watching and hanging out with his siblings but i feel like if there is a tumblr word limit i would 1000% exceed it lol.

I like to give Hisoka freckles on his tan skin (in the manga his skin is quite tan) that he hides and many more scars that are also hidden like he'd hide his arm scars after machi healed them. also the one time togashi drew him with hip dips. I liked that! I like to give him a human backstory like initially having a family that he either abandoned or was abandoned by to go on his own journey (not necessarily tragic, though i do not think tragic backstories take away from a character no matter how evil tbh. If anything, I strongly believe that babies are blank slates when it comes to morals until theyre taught otherwise by their environment.) And positive hobbies like cooking for himself because he only ever relies on himself and doesnt trust anybody else, which also goes with the hc of him not being a fan of taking any medication so hes a "tough it out" girlie. which also consequently affects other hcs like my trans hisoka hc and him not getting top surgery until after he married illumi because he does not trust a mf to put him under during it but he does trust illumi-- ITS A LOOONG STORY

I also like to consider their reoccurring personality traits as symptoms for neurodivergence. Like Illumi's bluntness and overly honest personality being autism and his highly emotional sides to him being BPD (i do have a thread on that!) and for Hisoka his hyperactivity and addiction for stimulating fights as ADHD (the adhd video i made abt him covers some of it lol) and you could argue a personality disorder for him as well to match with his hubby.

Also the queer hcs like i mentioned, transmasc genderfluid hisoka that doesnt mind all pronouns that i also hc as demiaroace and pansexual/bisexual while for Illumi I hc him as gay demiaroace agender, etc. These help a lot in figuring out their identities too.

Stuff like that are just the "layouts" for them in my brain that help me immensely when writing fics for them. You have to know everything extensively for the actions that they make to come naturally so when you throw them in a situation, you immediately know how they'd react (ex: sick hisoka would refuse to take meds, or more specifically like in my fic tolerate me darling hisoka was cramping and refused to take pain meds for it so illumi had to use his pins etc etc)

Those are pretty much the surface hcs i have for them that I always consider when it comes to any scenario or extra hc or fic/art or anything. For anything very specific, you'd have to ask about it for my brain to remember ehehe ^^

[heavyteddy25]

Bad batch pt2

Jared was heading back to his dorm room after class, he had a terrible time in his algebra class and needed to study for his midterm tomorrow. He finally made it to his dorm where his roommate was chillin in bed. Their dorm was pretty spacious since it was meant for 3 people, but their other roommate dropped out and was never replaced.

Jared: dude I’m so screwed! I have my midterm tomorrow and I haven’t studied at all!

Timothy looked over at Jared and watched him stress out.

Timothy: dude chill just do an all nighter everybody does it.

Jared knew Timothy was right he didn’t need to freak out, he would just put on one of his favorite pajama onesies. The one that looks like a panda and zips up in the front. He headed to the mini fridge they recently stocked up on some new energy drink and downed one. It was surprisingly tasty if not for the after taste.

Jared: hey what flavors did you get? These are not bad!

Timothy: they had a bunch so I got a bunch just don’t drink them all dude I gotta study eventually too haha.

Jared spent the whole night studying till he crashed out in his desk and woke up to sunlight shining thru his window blinds. Looking at the clock Jared realized he was running late for his test! He grabbed his bag and one last energy drink for good luck and out the door he went without even changing from his onesie. He made it to his class with seconds to spare, he sat in his desk and started his test having not yet noticed the changes to his body that started under his pajamas. Jared started to feel a pressure building in his belly he could feel something bubbling inside him. Jared thought he might have had one too many energy drinks it must just be some bloating. Seconds later Jared felt his belly touch the table of his classroom desk not realizing he was leaning over so much he tried to sit back but there wasn’t any room. He finally looked down at himself and saw what was happening, his belly was expanding before him filling out his onesie. He silently freaked out and ran out of the classroom and into the hallway bathroom, in the mirror he checked himself out. Nothing out of the ordinary besides what looked like a basketball under his onesie making the panda print look a little too real. He rubbed his belly realizing it felt firm and taught he poked his newfound girth and it gurgled in response, sounding mad. Something was clearly wrong with that energy drink he needed help he raced towards his dorm room dialing 911.

Phone operator: hello what seems to be the emergency?

Jared: help I think I drank a bad energy drink now I can’t stop growing! My belly is getting huge! I’m heading to my dorm room 211.

The operator asked what he drank and Jared told them the new turbo drinks. The phone went silent and then it hung up on Jared. Not knowing what to do he made it to his dorm room where Timothy sat at their desk. Timothy turned around about to say something but stopped as soon has he saw Jared newfound size.

Timothy: dude what happened to you? You look like you swallowed a beach ball!

Jared was filling up faster now his onsie painfully tight as his belly kept pushing and stretching his outfit till. POP! The zipper running down the front of the onsie burst open revealing Jareds furry belly, swollen and covered in new stretch marks.

Jared: I don’t know what’s happening but I’m so full idk how much longer I can hold it. It feel like my insides are being shredded.

As if on cue his belly let out an angry groan and gurgles were coming from somewhere deep inside Jared’s belly, he could feel it slightly vibrating as it grew. His belly was starting to take up more and more room putting distance between Jared and Timothy. Just as Timothy walked up to Jared’s growing belly he realized it grew in all directions including up it covered the view of Jared’s face as it went up it went down as well. Timothy started poking and prodding Jareds belly feeling it have less and less give. Jared couldn’t help but moan and shiver his skin becoming so sensitive from the stretching he could feel the bottom of his belly reaching the floor he knew he didn’t have much longer. But as suddenly as it started the growing stopped, Jared felt a wave of relief wash over himself and his now 6ft tall belly that now took up half the room covered in stretched out belly hair and stretch marks. Just as there was a moment of silent disbelief of their situation there was a knock on the door.

Stranger: hello!? Open up it’s the paramedics we got a report of someone having a reaction to something they drank?

Timothy opened the door and two muscular men entered the room immediately brought to a halt before they end up bumping into Jared’s wall of belly.

Stranger: geez you weren’t kidding but what could have done this? You sure it was a drink?

Jared: I’m positive! Those stupid turbo energy drinks did this to me!!!

Stranger: I was afraid you might say that. Welp that settles that, can’t have anymore witnesses or evidence….

One of the paramedics grabbed onto Timothy from behind pinning him. Timothy just noticed they weren’t wearing uniforms he recognized or any kind of badges and he had a bad feeling. The free stranger pulled out a vial of a clear substance and a blue substance. He walked over to Timothy and grabbed him by the lips till they parted and forced him to chug the blue vial. Then walked around Jared’s giant firm belly to his face where Jared was going to put up a fight but only being able to reach the stranger with one arm he there wasn’t much fighting. The stranger simply jabbed the belly with his fist causing Jared to yelp out which the stranger then shoved the clear vial into his mouth. Then he stepped back and waited. Suddenly Jared lurched forwards as his belly went back to expanding, Jared began to plead with the stranger

Jared: no please don’t make me pop! I don’t wanna be a balloon like this I don’t know how much more I can hold!

Jared’s skin was becoming shiny and pink you could see little veins crisscrossing all over his every bloating belly. His skin began to creak as the end neared you could see the fear in Jared’s eyes as he began to pant focusing on stretching as much as he can.

Jared: fuck.. so full.. can’t.. hold… anymore!!!

Jareds face went red and his eyes crossed right when he hit his limit then BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!

[saysike-skedoodles]

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HELLO AGAIN. I SURVIVED THE PLAGUE!!! SOMEWHAT!!! Uhhhh I kinda lost my voice though. But it's kinda better- you wouldn't have wanted to hear me on Saturday though- I sounded like Gumball and Darwin in that one episode where their voices starting to break HAHA. Wasn't fun I felt really embarrassed every time I spoke (but that's just me). OK ANYWAYS- I wasn't expecting to finish this art, with starting this while I was sick and finishing it while I'm on the end of it all it was kinda a weird time for me. But I'm not complaining, first Silly art of 2025! And what better way to kick things off then to draw some edgy art of her looking all angsty and dark. That and she's got a different makeup look on, I dunno if it'll be a returning look or not but I would like to have moments in the show where she has different makeup looks on and all that. Someone put her in a 2000s edgy amv with something like 'Animal I Have Become' by Three Days Grace at this point, she's perfect for it HAH. I also wanted to use this art as an excuse to play around with lighting. It's not perfect, obviously, but I had a lot of fun with it regardless. I wanted to go for that edgy dramatic lighting without using the blur tool all over it. It's kinda a thing I got myself into where I constantly went over the shading with the blur tool as a means to achieve "lighting" when really my artstyle is more/best suited with cel shading. I'm not completely abandoning the blur tool, I mean, I used it to make the thunderbolts and x marks have a glow effect, I'm really just trying to fully figure out the real look I want to have going for when it comes to light and shadow and all that jazz. I wanna take 2025 as a year to really stretch out many artstyle stuff and see what I'm really capable of. And hey you'll probably see more stuff like this with zooms and different face angles too.

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I'm full blown rambling now at this point but really I'm just also writing (..or typing) out my thoughts on what I wanna do with my art and how I want it to look. I've applied for an art with animation portfolio course that I REALLY want to get into so hopefully (if) they get back to me I'll have a few neat things already made up in case there is any needed current artwork for the interview. Things are getting hectic (and kinda scary) but I'll survive, 2025 might be a tough as all hell year for me but I'm gonna do my best and get through it all.

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[kiawren]

So uhm instead of doing my 8 essays due Tuesday morning I went down a rabbit hole learning about the romance farming sim Fields of mistria. And I adore Ryis so much....I've spent hours finding out about what I can of him becuz I can't play the game before the end of November...

My s/i and him would be perfect for each other... First of all he loves birds like HELLO.! When I learnt that fact I had multiple exclamation marks on top of my head I think. And it's not even a one-off thing he mentioned, I'm pretty sure it's established as one part of his personality. He also builds bird houses. And he has a feather collection. He is just like me for real.

Ok continued with lots of words down here Woops

He's so kind and creative... He does woodworking, and some of the gifts he loves can be carved on as mentioned in the item's description. It's crazy becuz I have an oc (ik I don't post about my oc's but they're always brewing in my head) who also likes to carve intricate patterns on wood (he has a wooden arm he carves on, and likes Batik patterns and the artfulness of Wayang Kulit which is Malay shadow puppetry.) like bro. Okay. And it means he's also an artist of sorts...Um yeah I'm projecting traits of that OC into the art we'd like to do together. I think my s/i would like to carve cool patterns with him... Like what if we carve birds... And they would love to sit outside and watch birds and try to sketch them together. Not to mention that one of the events you can do with him as part of a romance stage is. Planting a tree together. I'm normal. Like hello. Planting a TREE as a symbol of your love I think that's so crazy to me it's having me so whipped. And he's so down to earth I think he moved from the city to the more village setting of the game and also he was important in helping the village recover from the earthquake becuz of his skills and also he's very lovable for his kindness I think. I'm so invested now but my essays 😊 my esssayyss.... Oh yeah he also reminds me of Kiawe becuz he dresses like he works on a farm and it was my first impression... Also I think red is his color (one of his outfits is blue though. My s/i's color but it's whatever it's nothingggg that doesn't mean anything to me) and his personality is similar to kiawe's. They both have creative interests, work with wood in some way (kiawe's staff is wood okay it's more of a stretch but. Yeah haha) they're both hardworking, relatively quiet people but very kind. Help me

[blarrghe]

Happy Friday!! "Characters who bite their lips and blush when they catch another character glancing at their lips (and the ache of want that throbs in that other character on seeing them blush)" for a pairing of your choice??? Have fun!!! 💙

Hello! This ask has been sitting in my inbox for months. I never seem to be able to find the time for prompt writing or @dadrunkwriting but I recently decided to start a series of canonical prompt-fills on AO3 to try to organize my tumblr fics and some of my more canonical writing somewhere, and this inspired me to get to it haha. So this is now also on AO3 in a collection of what will be semi-conencted canon-universe fics that mostly spawned from prompts ^_^

Also, what a prompt! Big fan of the yearning.

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The Inquisitor was flirting with him. 

Granted, Dorian had started it, as he was wont to do. What could he say? He met a beautiful man in the midst of a sudden groundbreaking trip through his life’s work and straight into the apocalypse, and he couldn’t help but soften the blows with a wink or two. 

But then they’d gotten out of that, and here Dorian was in Skyhold's chilly courtyard, standing next to him. He had given his service to the southern Chantry’s war effort against a monstrous ancient Magister, followed the Dalish elf up a mountain, watched him achieve so many miracles it was beginning to seem almost mundane. He had watched him become the Inquisitor, sworn his loyalty to all that meant. 

Taren Lavellan didn’t feel like the Inquisitor up close. He felt like just a man, cast into the mess and floundering like the rest of them. He felt like a colleague, a fellow in arms, a friend. But he wasn’t just those things. He was the world’s best chance, in the best hands. He was chosen, or fated, or something. He was the Inquisitor. 

And the Inquisitor was flirting with him. 

The Inquisitor was the kind of fascination that had to be locked away. A flirtation that had to remain aloof. An impossibility, even just for a fun row in the sheets. An impossibility in a lot of ways.

He laughed when Dorian made some quip about his research frustrations, offered to let him rant all about it. He smiled as he leaned against the stone wall surrounding the garden to settle in and listen. 

Leaned in. 

Listened. 

Dorian felt Taren's hand brush against his own, felt the strange draw of the mark's magic at his fingertips, felt his own breath falter. He cleared his throat, made another joke, watched him laugh. 

Watched his eyes, bright when they met his own. 

Taren’s eyes flicked to Dorian’s lips, he tilted his head back, gave his autumn red hair a shake in the breeze, bit his lip, and smiled. 

A step back. Dorian needed to — needed to stop enabling this, needed to stop setting himself up for the challenge of finding him and making him laugh, needed to stop setting himself up for the challenge of pulling away. He needed to take a step back. 

“Well,” he said, dragging his own eyes away from Taren’s smile, “I suppose I ought to get back to it. And I’m sure someone’s bound to need you.” 

“Oh.”

Taren blushed. The Inquisitor. The Inquisitor blushed, and the power in being the cause of it rushed with unconscionable satisfaction to all of Dorian's worst thoughts. A dull ache tensed through his core.

“Yes," Taren said slowly, openly disappointed, "I suppose.” 

“Inquisitor,” Dorian replied, formal, dismissive, leaving. Stepping back. 

“Dorian.” 

“Though" — Don't — "You always know where to find me,” Dorian tacked on, low, inviting. He felt his leering smirk stretch across his lips, and looked at Taren's again.  

That was not a step back.

“Of course,” the Inquisitor brightened. “Save me a seat.” 

Dorian landed a nod, resisted a wink, and took the door off the courtyard to the dim halls inside. He let out a long breath, steadied himself, and did not head up to the library. 

[fanficapologist]

I’ve recently wondered this, but how come Alys needed Aemond’s seed for her spell or magic to work? Is it similar to the concept of equivalent exchange in Alchemy? If you want to gain something you have to give up something.

I’m about to nerd out in anime so please bear with me 😬 But are you familiar with Fullmetal Alchemist?

It is said alchemists can’t just whip stuff up out of thin air - you have to provide something. For example, an episode depicted one of the protagonists (Al) fixing a broken radio using alchemy. At first glance, the radio looks good as new, not repaired - as in no nail mark, solder, etc. However, in reality, Al only “stretched” out the radio’s material to fix it.

I’m not sure if my analogy makes sense. But I think it’s similar to if you were spreading butter or jam and you missed a side/corner of the bread. Instead of getting more butter, you just “extended” spreading the butter better by taking some from spots where you initially spread it thicker to ensure all sides of the bread were coated. So you ended up with your bread all buttered but the butter layer is thinner.

I hope I made sense. But anyway, in ODAM, I think the same principle applies to Alys too. She can’t just create a spell willy nilly, it has to cost something - for some witches, casting spells took its toll on their appearance like those in Stardust, or when the mages used their magic, it taxes their energy like in The Witcher. The point is, you can’t just do magic and expect nothing will be taken from you. I expected blood like Cersei did with Maggy the Frog but is Aemond’s wish/desire too great that it required his seed? Also why should he have to lay with Alys?

Hope I don’t come across as petulant Haha I find myself thinking of possible angles so here I am 🤔

Hello my love! Look at you being all analytical, you clever thing 😏

I’ve haven’t watched anime in so long oh my god they would cause me such emotional damage 😭 (angel beats and clannad, I’m looking at you) but I haven’t seen fullmetal alchemist!

So let’s get down to answers. I’d say my reasoning comes from more of a physics route; energy cannot be created or destroyed, only changed. Something cannot come from nothing, as you’ve said (points!), but the bigger the request, the more you’ve gotta give.

A bit of Aemond’s blood to prove Maera’s virtue isn’t a huge cost as it’s only finding out information. HOWEVER, a good amount of Maera’s family members needed to be wiped out for her to have no other contenders for inheritance of Morne (more to be revealed in an Aemond POV chapter later).

What has the power to do Aemond more harm, is of greater value to him and has the ability to create life, despite him wanting to take it away? Seed 👀 I can guarantee Alys did not need to lie with him to get this spell to work (again, to be explored later) however I think Alys probably knew once she’d done her bit, it was very likely she would be cast aside. She needed some insurance for herself, and a way to get her vision to come to life.

But then again, are her visions going to be right (going back to Alice Cullen)? Watch this space 🖤

[theharrowing]

anon message from curious cat: you seem to have a really lovely grasp of horror. can i ask for any favorite books, movies, etc? music, maybe?

hello, anon!!! wow, thank you for saying that! horror is a favorite genre of mine, for sure!!!

i don't read a ton of books, tbh; i am very very very picky, i suppose. but some horror titles that have stuck with me have been House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, Come Closer by Sara Gran, Dracula by Bram Stoker. i read a lot of Anne Rice as a kid/teen, and although she's definitely a vampire mommy, her revisionist version of history is extremely cringe, so i don't tend to add her to my lists. but she does get credit for my obsession of heartbreaking longing.

as for movies, i have to deliver this nonsense under a cut because i thought of so many favorites! a lot of these are not in English lol.

i am a huge vampire fan and i love A Woman Walks Home at Night, Interview with the Vampire, Dracula, and even Queen of the Damned (it came out when i was a teen and it is absolutely iconic to me lol.) also Blade, Lost Boys, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the movie!)...so many great choices. for anything involving witchcraft or lore that seems witchy in nature (including folk horror!) i love The VVitch, Blair Witch Project (shout out to Book of Shadows, the goofy, unhinged sequel that i adore), Valerie and Her Week of Wonders. Huesera: The Bone Woman, The Queen of Black Magic (2020).

i really enjoy hauntings, like the Paranormal Activity films, and Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum. i don't like zombies at all, but Train to Busan gets an exception. the v/h/s films have their moments (i think 1 is the best.) i don't fuck with aliens lmao i get TOO unsettled. slashers like Scream and Climax are fun, and the Fear Street series. gosh, this has gotten long haha. i really like horror. and for TV shows, Sweet Home is so good!!! if there is a specific genre you would like me to go into more, lmk because honestly, i could just keep chaotically word vomiting on the topic all night. my lists are LONG.

also, does anime count? Perfect Blue for psychological horror and slasher, Tokyo Ghoul and Devilman Crybaby feel like they might fit? tbh Evangelion feels a little like psychological horror but that might be a stretch.

music-wise, i do like some goth music, but i don't listen to a ton of it. but if you want something cute and unsettling, i have been revisiting The Birthday Massacre while writing. and i am going to try to put together a fun creepy playlist for Carnival of Terror, which may scratch this itch a little more, down the line.

i am going to cut this short but please reach out to talk all things horror again, if you would like to!!! 💜💜💜

got something you'd like to say to me on anon? send it here!

[chasingpj]

𝐈. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

“Someone is either having twins or is going to die."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader words: 1,929 warnings: none timeline: the lightning thief a/n: finally, the first chapter of the young god rewrite is here! haha, heyyyy. this took way too long. like ridiculously long, and i'm so so sorry. so much happened these last few months. despite it all, i know that i will always return to this story. i can't promise to be consistent, but i will make sure i post very soon. i love you guys and all of your support. it really does keep me revisiting this story. i hope you enjoy this, and don't be afraid to comment! i love hearing what you have to say.

prologue part II

Eager fingers stretch across the keyboard, one by one, to form words, the words into sentences, the sentences into paragraphs. The keyboard was no match for his racing thoughts; every small dent barely satisfied the eagerness in his chest. He could yell at the sky in frustration. Why couldn’t the words just write themselves?

His topic for this lengthy assignment felt unique, equipped with a theory he formulated himself, and he couldn’t contain the excitement of finally documenting his web of ideas. For a while now, the world drowned out around him. No sound or person could get his attention; however, as he marks down a clever thought led to him by her for the first time, his mind wanders.

Florence. The image of her forms in his mind. He visualizes her eyes first. Their green color, how clear they are like moss-covered ponds, and how they droop and pinch at the ends. He can recall the first time he gazed into them, the way they captivated him at first sight. By now, he’s stared into them plenty, and every time, he admired the way they were right at the cusps of both striking and lovely.

She wasn’t his girlfriend. Not yet, at least. She was a friend, a close companion, a like-minded individual that he just so happened to have a major crush on. The side of his mouth quirks upwards. The word crush felt so juvenile but so was his feelings towards her. At his age, he didn’t think he’d find a connection that took him back to the purest form of infatuation from his youth.

He intended to ask for her heart right after the midterms passed. Though, a running feud in his mind questioned whether to ask her when the semester was over. During the summer, they would allow their love to flourish alongside flowers in his mother’s garden. He had fallen in love with the idea but waiting that long didn’t feel right. He knew waiting was stalling the rejection a part of him was expecting to receive.

Another voice in his head told him he was just being paranoid. He’s sure their many outings together had to mean something. Her soft smiles and laughs at his jokes, the tension-filled brushes of their hands. The flirting couldn’t have been all in his head. Right? The idea that he’s misinterpreted it all made him antsy in his seat. It’s enough to release an anxious sigh, and his vision moves upwards to soothe the strain of his neck. His hand rubs the ache, and as he closes his eyes, he suddenly notices a rhythmic creaking.

His mother whispers frantically under her breath, shaky fingers resting on her lips in deep thought. Vincent furrows his eyebrows. It was a rare sight to see his mother so disheveled. Her usually kept hair had wisps out of place, and the look on her face was riddled with torment. She paces again and again, unphased at the bothersome sound of creaking wood or even the harsh thumps of her step. Vincent marvels at how this small woman has such a thunderous stride as if her worry gave her extra weight.

“Um, Mom?” Vincent hesitantly calls, and it’s not enough to catch her attention. “Hello?” He calls for a second time, his voice more pronounced. His mother’s gaze adverts quickly in his direction, and the creaking ends. “Could you not pace? You’re making me anxious.”

“Well, that makes two of us!” Cordelia throws her hands in the air, exasperated. “First, it was the phantom cries—”

“Dad, Mom is losing it.”

“Let her be.” Vincent’s father, Theo, sits back on the loveseat on the younger boy’s right. He waves his hand dismissively, eyes fixed on the crossword puzzle in front of him. After 25 years of marriage, he’s far used to his wife’s paranoia.

“Then the dream where I was in a hospital…. and the geese in the yard! You saw the geese!” Vincent and Theo exchange a look. Cordelia searches for a hint of validation with her frazzled eyes.

“It’s near migrating season, is it not?” Theo points out, scribbling down an answer in the boxes.

“Well, yes… it is, but there were so many! Then, I cracked an egg with two yolks when I was making breakfast this morning!”

“And that means?” Vincent sighs, eyes following her back and forth as if he’s watching an intense tennis match.

“Someone is either having twins or is going to die.”

“Well, let’s hope it’s not the latter,” Theo mutters.

Vincent stifles the chuckle in his throat. “Or you just happened to crack an egg with a double yolk. Not everything is a sign, Mom.”

“I know not everything is a sign, Vincent, but I got goosebumps. Then the candle holder on the altar fell over. Lady Hecate is trying to tell me something. I just don’t know what.” Cordelia makes a beeline for the altar on the other side of the living room. She settles in front of it, adjusting the placement of her offerings with shaky hands.

Vincent sighs, watching his mother whisper a brief prayer for clarity. When she catches her son's eyes, worry flashes in her features.

“Something big is at work here. I’ve asked her countless questions, but the answers are so vague. Last night, I pulled a handful of cards in my divination session with her: The Tower, The Empress, The Page of Swords, The Page of Wands, and The Sun. It all felt domestic, youthful, and transformative.”

Vincent frowns, leaning his chin on the sofa's backrest. Cordelia stares at the tablecloth as if her answer will ascend from it any second now. Suddenly, she gasps, turning to her son sharply. “Have you and Florence—?”

“No! We haven’t!” Vincent groans. He ignores the wave of heat gracing his cheeks and returns his attention to his laptop.

“Well then, what’s all this baby business about?” Cordelia sighs. “Perhaps I’m interpreting it wrong.”

“Perhaps,” Vincent mutters, gaze fixed on the blinking cursor to find his previous train of thought.

“Honey, why don’t you sit down and have some tea? Or you can sit outside and let the neighborhood kids know we’re giving out candy. They always skip our home.” Theo smiles warmly at Cordelia. She sighs once again, her shoulders slumping in defeat this time.

“I guess Funeral Homes are too creepy even on Halloween,” Vincent sighs.

“You know, I’m starting to think that our impressive pomegranate growth in the garden this past summer has something to do with it too!”

Vincent pinches the bridge of his nose, and before he or Theodore suggests Cordelia take up one of their offers, the doorbell rings.

“Maybe your big thing at work is at the door.” Vincent jokes, quickly catching his father trying to hide his smirk.

Cordelia scoffs, fixing her hair in front of the mirror by the staircase. “You both just think I’m a madwoman,” she mutters, trudging downstairs to meet the trick-or-treaters.

There was silence for a while, and both men returned to their tasks before the hysterics. Theo was convinced Cordelia was finally occupied with something, but quickly, his satisfaction curdled into a panic when a wail proceeded to a harsh gasp.

“Mom?”

“Honey?”

The two rise from their seats, eyes widening as the door slams closed. “THEO! VINCENT!”

The calls of their names send their feet moving. They hurry down the stairs and turn the corner through the lounge area. As they appear at the doorway, Cordelia kneels over two golden baskets glowing like lanterns in the darkroom. With glistening eyes, she looks up, her hand over her heart as if it was the only thing preventing it from beating out of her chest.

“Dear Heavens, someone left their babies on our doorstep?” Theo approaches the baskets, kneeling beside his wife. He peeks under the white blankets in need of a closer look to confirm what he’s seeing is real.

“We have to take them to a firehouse,” Vincent gawks, frozen in his spot.

“No! What are you talking about? They’re ours!”

Theo and Vincent exchange glances with each other, pretty sure Cordelia has lost it. As Vincent is about to protest, a choked sob leaves her.

“Lady Hecate sent them; I know it. It all makes sense now.” From Vincent's view, he doesn’t see the letter she’s grasping for dear life on her lap. She shakes her head, “I knew it was her when you brought her into my shop, Vincent. How foolish of me not to recognize my patron in my presence.”

“Mom, what are you going on about?” Vincent kneels beside her. She meets his gaze with a veil of sympathy and presents the letter to him. In gold ink, it shimmered, To Vincent.

“Honey, the babies, they're yours.” There wasn’t a hint of amusement in her tone, but Vincent couldn’t help but scoff. There was no way these two babies were his. It was impossible.

“Is this a prank?” He asks as one of the babies coo and fusses in their blanket.

Cordelia quickly reaches for the child, cradling them until he settles down again. “Lady Hecate has a sense of humor, but I don’t think this is a display. Read the letter.”

Vincent carefully takes it from her, the paper thick in his hand. It didn’t feel like any regular envelope. It was made from a material he couldn’t identify, but its surprising weight is fitting for the heavy news inside. Still doubtful of his mother's conclusions, he opens the letter with shaky hands.

Dear Vincent,

This will come as a great surprise; therefore, I will explain myself the best I can and hope it will be enough. Your mother has been a devotee of mine since her youth, and it was through her did the fates introduce us. My attendance at your presentation was merely an errand; I did not foresee our gazes meeting or our relationship flourishing as it did. It was there I introduced myself as Florence and not by my real name, Hecate. Please do not take the falsehood of my identity as deception. For it was what I had to do to protect you and, as selfish as it may be, to have the room to get to know your soul the way I yearned to.

As for the children on your doorstep, your mother’s suspicions have been right. The twins are ours. They are a physical manifestation of your tender adoration for me and my affection for you. I am confident you and your parents will nurture and keep them well under your roof. You may name and raise them as you please. The only thing I ask is that you see them as gifts, not as burdens. Our time together was unwillingly temporary, and it’s through our twins I could reassure you had a piece of me to keep. Their lives are a lit flame representing our love despite my absence, so please, take your love for me and invest it into them.

As much as I wish to raise them beside you, there are rules I must obey. However, I will never be far. I will watch over your family as I’ve done for over a decade now. Every milestone our twins meet, I will be aware of. I’ll make sure of it. Whoever they become, they will make me proud, and so will you.

Vincent, please take care of yourself. Continue being the wise and gentle man I have fallen in love with.

With lots of love and great apology,

Your Florence

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Cuddling w/ NCT Dream

Hello! It's been a long time since I have posted, and to make this blog feel a little bit more alive, I'm back with something new! This is a bit rushed, as I did not have much time. It's my birthday! Writing this at the end of the day because I feel lonely and bored, haha post-birthday depression ig. But I felt like posting this so I hope you enjoy it ^_^ Masterlist

Mark: I think that Mark is a touchy person especially when he's stressed. His ideal time would be at night, at the end of each day. After returning home late at night, he wants nothing more than being with you in your bed, with his arms wrapped around your waist, head nuzzling into your neck. He'd probably whisper sweet stuff to you, maybe even rant about his day, and his deep, relaxed voice would feel so good at that moment.

"I had a bad day today." He'd say, and proceed to rant and then he'd bury his head deeper in your neck, taking in a long deep breath, and say something weirdly funny but sweet.

"You smell like vanilla."

Renjun: Renjun doesn't need a time to specifically cuddle. He loves having his hands on you, at any time available. He would hold you tight while watching TV, or maybe ask you to rest your head on his lap, and he'd gently massage through your hair, hit the right spots to make you relax into his touch. His way of cheering you up or helping him relax? Definitely, cuddles and more cuddles, and he would always be extremely caring of you.

"Is this okay? Are you feeling better now, love?" He'd ask, peppering soft kisses onto the back of your hand. He would aslo like spooning you at night, just because he likes having you close to him<3

Jeno: Jeno would LOVE hugs. He'd hug you anytime, anywhere, whether it's around the waist, the shoulder, or from the back. He'd also like GETTING cuddles. Even though he'd insist on always being the big spoon, he would still love it when you'd softly stroke his hair, or wrap your hands around him, bringing him closer. It'd make him feel the butterflies<33 "I love you." He'd confess all of a sudden, his hold on you tightening as he gets more snuggly and shy.

Haechan: I think it's known that Haechan is a very touchy person. He just wants his hands on you. He would love to give and receive hugs from you. He'd love kissing you, just cupping your face and littering it with kisses, or soft butterfly kisses on the back of your hand. Even though he would like cuddling you, he'd probably love it if you'd just hold him close to your chest until he falls asleep. Big baby energy<3333 "Babyyy, I wanna have you close to me. Don't go." He whines while making sleepy grabby hands at you, his face half-squished against the bed. Jaemin: This man would probably be obsessed with back hugs. You would just be doing your work, and he would creep up from behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, and taking in the scent of your perfume. He'd love holding hands, simply playing with your fingers while you rest your head on his shoulders. He'd like it when you would sleep with your head on his chest, and your arms wrapped around his body, him doing the same so that both of you are snuggled up and as close as possible. He'd like having conversations during cuddly, just hearing you talk about your day, or open up to him, because he likes hearing your voice <3. "You had a long day, baby. You tired? I'll cuddle you till you feel better." Chenle: Chenle definitely loves holding you tight, in any way possible. simply having his arms around you, or holding on to your hand would make him feel satisfied. He loves to give, more than he does to receive. He'd probably massage your shoulders or arms or even stretch your fingers whenever you two would cuddle, just because he likes it when you are relaxed and satisfied. He'd like to have your head rested in his lap while he would stroke your hair softly, listening to you talk all day long. A literal sweetheart<333 "Does it feel nice? I'm glad it does." He giggles, cheeks bright red. Jisung: Jisung might be awkward and shy, but he LOVES cuddles, even though he doesn't show it much. He likes it when you stroke his hair softly while he plays with your fingers, his head on your lap. He just wants to be close to you, and would become clingy and crave affection at times. He would randomly bury his head in your chest, pressing soft kisses against the side of your neck. I also don't know why, but I think he gets sleepy during cuddles and THAT IS SO CUTE SJSJJSJS>>> "I swear 'm not sleepy.... I'm wide awake, see?" He slurs a bit, his eyelids drooping down, but his hold on you still as tight as ever.