#animal crossing x glee

[theywerebothgirls]

i probably had this idea circa 2021 but yay it's never too late to make ideas come true!!!

[mistress-riddle]

𝐌𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘.

✐ 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

cw - tommy shelby x mother! reader. reader has a daughter and tommy is not the father lol. mostly fluff and humour, tommy beefs with an almost 4 year old but what’s new?

a/n : this was a request however i lost the actual request 🤷🏻‍♀️

"sweetheart, are you ready?" [name]'s voice rang throughout the house as she finished placing her coat over her outfit, rummaging through her purse to see if she had enough money to do her shopping shortly after.

"yes, mummy!" came the reply from her daughter in a sweet childish voice as she ran up to her mother who held her arms wide open for her baby to run into and balance on her waist.

she took sight of dana's face with her chubby cheeks and felt overwhelming affection cross through her "come here!" giggles erupted into the air as [name] peppered kisses all over the little girls face.

"alright, little bug," she says as she sets her down and looks directly at her "we need to go to the market but before that we'll go and see mister curly, is that good?" she asks the girl and in return receives a nod of glee.

"good, let's go!"

.

hand in hand, [name] and her daughter exited their house, arms swinging merrily as they made their way to the stables curly worked in. it was fate that they stumbled upon the place during one of their strolls intended to familiarise themselves around the city, having just moved to small heath less than 4 months ago after the death of the patriarch of the family.

small heath, despite its unpleasant parts (it seemed quite grime and dirty most of the times), had its charms. the people were alright — curly was friendly! — and it was not extremely hectic like london was. at least she thought so, she heard about something called "peaky blinders" mentioned every now and again but they were usually in hushed whispers and she found that it did not concern her as she lived peacefully with her daughter.

"good morning, mister curly!" [name] greeted curly upon their arrival. dana was quick to detach from her mother and approach curly with an eager smile and hug. the kind man took it in stride and with an equally jovial smile and he was quick to lead the young girl to the beautiful horse snacking on the scattered hay before it.

"a good morning to you too, missus [surname]" he replied shortly after, tipping his head in greeting like a gentlemen and a smile made it's way onto the widows face as she turned to look at dana rubbing her face against one of the horses fur.

"dana, we won't spend long here alright?" a pout formed on her daughters lips at the declaration and [name] mentally prepared herself to win whatever argument that would rise from her daughter.

"okay, mummy." the girl sighed in defeat and [name] approached her to press a kiss on the crown of her head for being an obedient child before she pat the horse her child was caressing.

"what was he called again, love?" [name] asked as she turned to look down at her daughter who smiled brightly. she loved animals but horses in particular seemed to have caught her little self's attention.

"he's moby, mummy," dana said, hands resting on her waist much like her mum would often do "you should know that."

"I forgot sweetheart, must be turning old." she chuckles and checks her watch before patting her daughters shoulder "now, let's get going, honey."

"goodbye mister curly!" dana waves at the man who waves back and [name] gives a milder wave of her own. the two begin to walk slowly to the market as the mother starts to instruct dana.

"hold onto my hand or my coat at all times, okay?" she tells her daughter.

"yes, mummy."

"I don't want you to get lost, babygirl. I'll get you a treat for being a good girl, alright?" [name] pinches her cheek when they arrive at a stand in the market and she starts checking the items being sold as the man behind the cart occupies her attention.

dana's attention, however, is captured by the neighing of a horse nearby and she gasps at the sight of moby striding through the streets with an unfamiliar man settled upon him. she is quick to leave her mothers side to get a better look at the man who stole moby. once he catches sight of her, he slows the horse to warn the young girl.

"out of the way, love." he says. voice gruff and so unlike the tone her mum would use to warn her and so dana stubbornly shakes her head and crosses her arms. he watches her as she watches him, a deep frown settled on her lips and eyebrows set in passionate defiance. anyone could see that the girl was not going to comply with anything and so the man sighs and mounts off the horse. he holds the reigns in his hand as he begins to head towards the girl with the horse following and takes his place in front of her, kneeling down to meet her gaze.

"can you move out the way, please?" he repeats, tone much softer this time. the girl still shakes her head and the mysterious man wearing a peaked cap shuts his eyes in annoyance.

the words she says causes him to flash his eyes open--

"sir, that horse is not yours."

she says it with so much confidence and certainty that he finds himself confused as she points towards the horse planted firmly behind him.

"pardon?" he asks, bafflement evident on his expression.

"how can you steal him from mister curly? mummy told me stealing is very rude and not nice. so stealing from mister curly is very rude and very mean. what if I went into your house and stole something important from you, would you not be sad? because I know I would."

in the midst of this occurring, the citizens of small heath take in the spectacle before them. eyes trained and mouths agape at the sight of the most dangerous man in birmingham being scolded by someone, nevermind a little girl, about stealing of all things.

tommy's face relaxes "first off, this is my horse," he claims, running a hand down monaghan boy's head "second, where's your mummy?"

"she's shopping" she quickly answers, dismissing him "but I'm here to stop you from stealing moby, mister thief."

"moby? mister. thief?" tommy repeats in mild amusement as his brow arches.

"dana, sweetheart, where are you?" [name]'s voice calls out and she breaks through the crowd to see a man kneeling with a hand shoved into his pocket in front of her highly irritated daughter.

"what's going on here?" she asks as she arrives to stand behind her daughter with her hands placed collarbones, hugging her body close to her torso in protection as mild panic settled onto her pretty features.

"I'm assuming you're the mum?" the man asks as he stands up straight and [name] takes this opportunity to scan his appearance thoroughly. he was a good looking man, seemingly based on the attire he bode, she took notice of the cigarette he almost wore as an accessory.

"you're right, is there a problem?" she confirms and levels his gaze despite how piercing it was.

"this little girl-" the man was interrupted by dana turning in her arms with angry tears threatening to spill from her eyelids "mummy, this man stole moby from mister curly and he's not wanting to give him back!"

[name]'s eyebrows furrow together as she looks at her daughter before lifting her head to see the man roll his eyes.

"miss," he interjects "your daughter will not allow me to pass despite my ownership of the horse, curly is my employee." he clarifies but dana just turns to [name] to rebut as she's not convinced.

"mummy, tell curly to come here and see if this man is telling the truth." the older woman was about to deny her request but dana widened her doe eyes and persisted and so, [name] sighed as she told her to stay in her spot before hurrying over to the stables nearby.

"I don't have time for this." tommy goes to move but dana screams in protest and he freezes.

"stop that." he demands the girl and she sticks her tongue out at him and if this situation wasn't a bit irritable on his behalf, he would have laughed but that didn't stop the half scoff, half chuckle from leaving his lips.

"fine, I'll stay until 'mister curly' shows up." dana moves closer to the man to pat the horse.

"it's fine moby, I'll save you from this mean man." she says in a loud whisper and tommy merely raises an eyebrow at her.

"alright everyone, keep moving." he claps his hands together beckoning the onlookers to briskly walk away and proceed their previous activities.

"I'm so sorry, sir." curly limps over to the man who just nods as a sign of dismissal of the apology and motions to the child clutching onto the horse.

"dana, come 'ere." curly takes the girl away to explain to her and [name] stands before the man and offers him an apology of her own.

"I'm very sorry, mister shelby?" she says with a bit of an intonation at the end and the man nods "we're new here and not really sure as to how this place works, I'm very sorry if my daughter offended you in any way and ask you to forgive her for she is merely a child."

"I'm not a monster, despite what you might've heard." he chuckles "she's a loyal child who wants to stop something bad from happening to someone or something she loves, you raised her good." he nods, as if agreeing with himself and looks at the girl who was walking guiltily over to the two and [name] gives a small smile in return.

"thank you, is there anyway we could make it up to you?" she asked, picking up her daughter to rest on her hip.

"well, I'd like an apology from this little lass" he taps the tip of dana's nose and she crinkles it cutely in response "and an address from you." he says after a bit of a pause.

"address?" [name] inquires, confused and intrigued as well as worried.

"fear not, I'm not the grim reaper asking for your souls." he smirked as he caught [name] looking apologetic at her hesitance, lower lip released from the clutch her teeth had against it "I'd like to invite you both to something."

"I see," [name] smiles with a nod before whispering in dana's ear something and the little girl looks at the man with a frown on her lips.

"I'm sorry for saying bad things about you mister, it was wrong of me and I'm very, very sorry." she looks at him with teary eyes.

"you're alright," he pinches dana's cheeks softly "I'm sure moby would appreciate you trying to protect him."

"can I still see him?" she asks, hope lacing her words and the man nods.

"thank you, sir!"

"thank you a lot, mister shelby."

"anytime, miss?"

"[surname], [name] [surname]." she flashes him a smile before taking her leave with her daughter still in her arms who gives the man a big smile that has him returning a smaller one.

[simpcityy]

My Little Spawn Pt.4 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mindflayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game, mentions of blood, animal death...Uhhh...I think that is all.

You whine trying to chase after the ball as Astarion was tugging you back to him to check your measurements. You pout as you finally stand still. “Hells, even a cat does better at holding still. “ He sighs before slipping on your new outfit. “There, how does it fit?” He steps back watching you admire the new outfit made. “It fits me better!” You smile, finally you could stretch without hurting your limbs from how tight your old outfit was. You go to chase the ball but once again the pale elf stops you “Please don’t create holes in your new outfit” He sighs before letting you go off.  Karlach walks over “Seems like the little soldier is growing up.” She smiles watching you play off with the ball in camp. “Well obviously, they're Dhampir. Very different from humans and vampires.” He crossed his arms looking at the one horned woman. “So free spirited…do you think we can contain their blood lust?” She whispers as you were near them playing. Astarion thinks on the subject. Even he was shocked to see the bunny in pieces. “ I don’t know, that is why I am reading this book…it should be…possible since they have a human side…we just have to be patient…” He says slowly. He wasn’t even confident in his answer. “It all depends how strong our little soldier is,” Karlach smiles, keeping a positive attitude. Astarion nods and thought, ‘yes it all depends on them’ 

Night came, everyone was in the fire waiting for Gale’s cooking to be done. You look around hearing the Owl hoot but you weren’t hearing their whoo but rather how their blood pumps. Tav was watching you before gently nudge Astarion. He looks over to them before seeing Tav move their eyes towards (Y/N). He looks over to you and where you were looking before calling out your name “(Y/N) foods almost ready, look” He tries to distract you. Tav smiles seeing you and Astarion make small talk, each word flowing out of his mouth made your eyes shine with glee. The pale elf stops and gets up holding your hand. Everyone else stood up seeing the blade of Frontiers in their camp. You tried to peek around Astarion before he pushed you back “Stay back.” He mutters. After finally convincing Wyll that Karlach was no threat, everyone was back in their spot around the campfire eating the meal Gale had prepared. You look at the bowl in front of you before pushing it aside. “You need to eat” Astarion pushes the bowl back into your hands. You shake your head “No!” You whine. 

Wyll looks over “ I find it odd that a vampire spawn is looking after a child.” He smiles looking at you fighting Astarion with the bowl. Tav looks up “It’s not really…(Y/N) isn’t exactly Human either…or …a vampire spawn…” They began. Wyll looks over to them. “Oh? What can this little adorable apple be?” He smiles. “For the love of…just tell the monster hunter.” Astarion huffs feeling annoyed as you reject the spoon in your mouth. “They are a Dhampir” Tav broke the news as Wyll stopped midway with the spoon in his mouth. “ I beg your pardon…” He says looking back at you seeing the spoon being shoved gently in your mouth with the help of Gale holding you still. “ A Dhampir ... .never in my life haunting…I would ever come across such a creature…an adorable one as well.” He walks over to you, taking a look. “Watch it, they are not some artwork” Astarion mutters, placing you in his lap and kept feeding you. Keeping you away from Wyll. 

The day has risen and you were happily bouncing around holding on to Tav as you were included in the group. Astarion threw a fit, not wanting to leave you alone with Wyll and Gale who were going to be left behind. So here you were, admiring the wilderness before looking over and hearing some shouting in the distance. “I told you this is better if (Y/N) joins us when we won’t be battling the globins to rescue this stupid Halsin guy. Gale is so irresponsible and Wyll, don’t get me started” Astarion huffs. Shadowheart turns around but stops “We lost them….” She sighs.  Tav turns around “(Y/N)?” They call out before walking around trying to find you before seeing you standing in front of a wooden cage that had Lae’zel inside. “Don’t ever leave our side” Tav looks over to you before walking forward to speak with Lae’zel. Astarion walks over and holds your hand. “Don’t ever walk off ever again! You do know this goes on the possibility of letting you join in our adventures.” He looks at you. “But I heard yelling so I wanted to check it out.” You pout only for Astarion to sigh “You are a big headache you know that?” He mutters holding your hand letting Tav handle the situation with Lae’zel.

After not getting a please from Lae’zel, everyone was back at camp. Gale was cooking as always, everyone else was doing their own thing. You were walking around the camp, collecting even more flowers. You were collecting them near Lae’zel’s camp “Istik, come here” She called out. You walk over holding your flowers staying quiet. “What are you, are you also a vampire Spawn?” Her eyes look at yours. “No…I’m a Dhampir.” You meekly whisper. “Chk, a Dhampir.” She says “Listen here Istik, if you ever take one bite off of me. I will show you what a blade does” She threatens. You only tear  up and ran off running to Astarion who was busy talking to Tav, “Astarion!” You yelled, hugging his leg. “What’s the matter?” He looks down at you and picks you up. “She! She!” You only hiccup, not able to form complete sentences. “Come out now, I am no mind reader.” Tav rubs your back “ What’s wrong?” They whisper. “She threatened me…” You whisper, laying your chubby cheek on Astarions shoulder. Tav looks over to where you were pointing. “ I see, you have nothing to worry about. I’ll talk to her.” They pat your head and walk off. Astarion huffs “Oh please, she only did so because she was scared of you. She knows you’re powerful…even I know your strength ... .so does Cazador.” He whispers and rubs your back. “I think it’s time we eat and then we’ll sleep for the night?” He plants soft kisses to the side of your head and he stops. What the hells was that for? Why did he do that? He looks down at you only to see you smile clinging on to him. Watching Shadowheart and Lae’zel argue with each other,  Tav tries to keep the peace between the two. He smiles, planting one more on your head and walks over to the campfire.

[veinsfullofstars]

💎 Shenanigans and storytelling! 💎

(ID: More Kirby series fanart of Shadow Kirby interacting with Daroach, with guest cameos by Adeleine, Ribbon, and Dark Meta Knight. Top right - Daroach and SK dashing away towards our left, each carrying a large sack of stolen Point Stars and laughing in mischievous glee. Middle left - Daroach darting forward and performing a Cross Claw attack, his glinting claws leaving white slash trails in an X shape in front of him. He peers up from under the brim of his hat with a cunning look as SK - wearing the Animal gear - deftly leaps up behind him with a playful roar, his own claws shining and raised to attack. Bottom right - the Wave 2 gang and SK all sitting around Daroach as he confidently regales them with tales of his life as a master thief, shown by speech bubbles displaying a rose, a dagger, a jewel, and a mask. On our right, Adeleine, SK, and Ribbon lean in with wide eyes and rapt attention, fully engrossed in the thief’s exciting stories. Meanwhile, sitting just behind him, DMK looks far less captivated, a brow cocked in skepticism behind his mask and a thought bubble with an eye-rolling face over his head, as if he knows just how tall these tales really are. END ID.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (you’re here!) | Compilation

Sketch started btw 12/23 - 06/24, render started 06/08/24, finished 06/24/24, updated fro color correction 11/02/24.

[marrkopolo]

A Wise Man Once Said

Precious lost its ring in the scrap yard with no metal detector the lavender pussywillows hide the trolls

Hong Kong wheel of fate UW spinned it first Knights of Templar slaughtered at a mass concert of bloody crimson tide

Tithe on a full moon for 2x the glee The crash of waves against the rocks, like bodies slapping against each other during sex blood shooting through veins Hot heat, sticky, in Iceland together I too, know of these lands

Tax season says the King! blue knots on a tent red food buckets hung like death #four crosses in a foreign land alone is no place to exist

An underwater welder lying on the blue tarp, is like a union of troops led by a zebra.

Flying flags at Disney welcome to the world of water failed regret, emptiness and betrayal tattered flags get left to rot sew it in with the others together and the quilt becomes strong and scintillating

Crush you with your own history headless horseman and halo hair dark horse donuts This is as good as it gets!

Red-lipped lipstick cracked porcelain face You can't hold a candle to this

King of the Hill My pool stick is clean now true Kings swim in the swimming pool together King of the Hill Jack of Spades went with the stolen crown and robots learn to volunteer.

Pledge to a sanitizer salute to a gong beat your chest it's loud and strong Love at first sight or sounds like a good idea Wisdom of the crowd or individual motivation?

A rabbi with the yachts Fortified lamps sees all UFOs, telekinesis and even explosive lingerie. One denarius for a days work Why they get more? Stand while another sits. Then switch roles and you'll see why.

What sees with three eyes? The melatonin-like parental bond, third eye awoken, Moksha.

Insane Luke has a scar red dots that kill. Baldie takes biosphere crown the bald animal is cutting loose again Is doraphilia still fun to you?

I attempt to transform but the tea is too strong my hands have small heart Lying down a tiny raindrop falls into my ear swirling into the cochlea My whole world has changed!

Eczema stealing make-up twice North Face go north Racks of weapons are not enough this time

My mask is old but gold bars had paved my fortunate path …a fortunate path(whispering)

Tik Tok vault one exit is enough The eagle has docked into spray-painted madness. Not to fret I hear a falcon cry Jump when the law is bent it will help you fly

Six shooter Six pack 3 sewers 3 fires Twin-spirit 1 spacesuit

Mountain top king of the hill climb Nepal Hajj pilgrimage princess climbs like a pirate piggyback down the wedding aisle

Opposites attract

One fell to its doom down the abyssal void towards the bottom and a ghost ship lost in the Bermuda Triangle with Pandoras Box Lazarus

Gunpowder in shoes Footprints in the sand Jesus did not tap

Short and tall fat and thin Lookalikes Soundalikes Smellalikes the hunt of touch and taste What double currencies create the ultimate Yin Yang effect? AI said to cure pride and competition, exchange abacus rubik-cubed calculators instead of cash.

Echoes and reverberation voices become lightning WATTS= AMPS X VOLTS

Float your payloads into the troposphere with skinny vertical structures of contained saltwater Heat a planet with a satellite asteroid belt

A call for help QR codes morse code gun flare smoke signal what are your coordinates? R-E-B-O-R-N

Some ancients say gunpowder only made flee then gun made to kill Oil spills from bronze age to silicon chips flood the market cut the mall castle cake in half Zangief on a segway You win.Perfect.

Lawrence Groves copyright©2024

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Soft Tissue (Kenjaku x Reader)

Contains: Making out with the Brain, afab but body barely described reader, piv sex, fingering, riding, and very little plot.

Hey gamers, I woke up and immediately started writing this. Four hours later and here I am with this brain love fest, hopefully you like it as much as I do! The new episode really lit something inside me that I thought would simmer down at some point. Cross-posted to Ao3 under the same name, shared to twitter at kenjakusbrain, comment or reblog if you also can't stop thinking about the brain or liked the fic.

The sound of your front door opening and closing roused you from the nap you hadn’t intended to take. You had a feeling tonight might be one of the nights Kenjaku would choose to visit you, but you were never entirely sure unless he’d mentioned it directly. Though you were informed enough about his plans in the days leading up to the 31st to know that he would be in Kyoto on the 19th. Kyoto was where he’d requested you stay ever since they’d begun using that pitiful student as an informant. To make sure he didn’t let anything out, since Kenjaku couldn’t be sure that the boy wouldn’t come to his senses and break the vow they’d taken, he’d placed you here to keep a watchful eye.

You had wanted to stay up, hoping you’d be right about Kenjaku stopping by, but you’d been far too exhausted. Near constant surveillance of the student’s hideout and his robot body simultaneously had you relieved when you watched Kenjaku and Mahito approach the building you knew the student to be in. Finished with your part of this mission, you’d accidentally let yourself fall asleep.

Kenjaku barely gave you the chance to greet him before hoisting your body into the air. A shocked sound left your throat as he pressed an excited kiss to your lips. Through your surprise you kissed back, feeling his tongue slip into your mouth to press against your own. The intensity of the kiss surprised you, Kenjaku was a passionate man but it had been years since you’d seen him this riled up after a single preparation mission.

Large hands manipulated your body, Kenjaku keeping you pressed against him while moving you into a standing position. As your feet touched the ground you felt his lips pull away from yours, leaving you trying to catch the breath he stole from your lungs. 

Looking up at him clearly for the first time since this leg of your mission started, you were again shocked to see such manic glee across his features. Kenjaku smiled down at you as if you were a celebratory meal he couldn’t wait to dig into. “Things went that well?” You asked, hoping he’d fill you in before you got too carried away. 

The smile on his face widened, hands squeezing your hips tightly before he leaned back down to kiss you once again. Less pure passion and more of a firm press of his lips against yours. Not that you minded, affection and Kenjaku didn’t always go hand in hand, so you accepted it whenever it was offered.

“They couldn’t have gone better. Watching Mahito evolve so rapidly under pressure is just astounding. And the boy’s use of a simple domain was eye opening, it’s something the newer generation of sorcerers nearly have mastered!” Kenjaku’s voice much more animated than normal as he spoke. His excitement was palpable, you could feel his fingers digging into your hips as he spoke. “It won’t be long now, the 31st is just around the corner.”

While you hadn’t known Kenjaku as long as others like Uraume, you’d been with him for quite some time now. This was the first time his plan had progressed so far. Everything was just falling into place around you, all of his work for the past century blending together, as if it was fated for him to finally succeed. The last time he was this excited, he’d just acquired his current vessel, another important piece to his plan.

“Soon we’ll be able to move past this and onto your main goal,” You said, bringing your hand up to his chest and pushing him back toward the couch he lifted you from. Seeing Kenjaku this worked up had quickly brought you out of whatever tiredness had taken over your body, his energy was magnetic and you couldn’t help but want to celebrate with him.

The smile on his face turned into a smirk as he allowed you to push him back. There had been points in working together that you were stronger than the vessel he inhabited, even if it wasn’t the case with his current form, you still knew just what he wanted in times like this. Before pushing him down onto the couch, you untied the golden fabric at his waist, slipping it off of him and tossing it to the side. While you didn’t dislike his vessel’s robes, they had proved to be inconvenient in the past at times like these.

“Impatient are we? What if I had just come to debrief you on the mission?” Kenjaku teased, using this moment to untie the belt that kept the rest of his robes closed. You took your chance to help him, reaching up and slipping the heavy material off his shoulders, not caring that it had fallen to the ground at your feet. It was something for the two of you to care about later.

The warm skin of his chest now bare under your fingers, you pushed him back again, forcing him down onto the couch. His hands left your hips briefly as you moved in to straddle his strong thighs. Settling on his lap you felt his hands return to your body, kneading the flesh of your ass. A soft moan caught in your throat at the feeling of him handling you roughly. 

Slipping your fingers into his long hair and gripping against his scalp, you pulled roughly, forcing him to look up at you. The smirk on his face was still there but the look in his eyes wasn’t quite as manic as before, dark eyes full of lust now stared up at you.

“I know you, Kenjaku. I know what you want after a job well done,” You whispered, hands flexing in his hair. Leaning down you pressed another open mouthed kiss against his smirking lips. He met your kiss with a soft moan as he let your tongue into his mouth without resistance. 

The kiss quickly turned desperate as he ground his hips against your core, the position leaving you open on top of him. You could feel his thick cock growing in his pants, rubbing against the soft shorts you fell asleep in. The thin barriers adding more friction to his movements, you knew it felt good for the both of you. 

Sucking at his tongue, you pressed your hips down against his, feeling a rush of pleasure fill your body. It had been long enough since the two of you were able to be intimate like this. Slowly you pulled your face back, breaking the passionate kiss for a moment. You were panting slightly, looking down to take in just how much you'd affected him. 

Kenjaku’s lips were flush from all the kisses, mouth slightly open as you watched his tongue trace along his lips. Like he was still trying to taste you. His cheeks were lightly dusted as well, you couldn’t wait to make him even more flushed. 

Your eyes were drawn higher, to his forehead, where you could see the stitches straining to keep shut. All the pressure you applied to his hair had done exactly what you’d hoped for. Kenjaku, the real Kenjaku, was barely visible to you through the stitches, fluid leaking out and beginning to slip down his face. You felt your heart beat faster at the thought of what you were going to do to him.

Not wasting any time, you ran your tongue gently across the seam in his forehead. The juices thick against your tongue as you brought them into your mouth greedily. You could feel his muscles tense under the attention, nails digging into your hips. After swallowing all the leaking fluid, you slipped your tongue against the straining stitches. Pressing open mouthed kisses to the seam, you could hear his breathing become more shallow with each movement you made.

One of his hands left your backside, quickly reaching up to tug at the stitching that kept him from you. Your grip in his hair loosened as you felt him remove the top of his head. It was a sight that you never fully got used to, you had always expected there to be much more blood. He gently moved the top of his vessel’s head further down the couch and out of your way. 

The soft flesh of his brain, the real Kenjaku, was now exposed to you. Fluid leaking down his face again but you were too focused on the delectable tissue before you to bother licking it all clean. Leaning back in, you kissed softly at the brain, allowing your lips to travel around the teeth in the middle. 

Kenjaku moaned at the feeling of your lips grazing his most intimate parts. Every press of your lips or pass of your tongue on his brain sent waves of pleasure throughout his entire body.

As you felt his hand return to your ass, you let your tongue slip into the open mouth at the center of his brain. The teeth nipped lightly at your lip before allowing you in, the kiss much messier than the ones you’d shared with his lips. You could feel his juices making a mess on your cheeks, you could feel an ache growing in your core at the thought of how you were making him feel.

“I can’t wait much longer,” Kenjaku said, voice trembling with pleasure as he spoke. You knew what he meant, you knew you were just as wet as he was in this moment. He slipped a hand between your bodies and teasingly slid his fingers against your pussy through the clothing.

Instead of taking off your shorts or stopping you to undress, you felt him rip the thin material, ruining the shorts and exposing you to him. Kenjaku’s thick fingers quickly dipped into your wet folds, teasingly rubbing against your sensitive clit before he pushed two fingers into your aching hole. 

You moaned into his brain mouth at the feeling, the thick fingers filling you up perfectly. Kenjaku’s teeth nipped at the tip of your tongue as you broke the kiss. You couldn’t help but focus on the feeling of his fingers inside of you, rocking back and forth you felt them crook inside you just right and brush up against that spongy spot that pulled another moan from your body.

Lost in the pleasure Kenjaku was bringing you, you let yourself get lost in his soft tissue. What started as soft licks and kisses to the folds on his brain had devolved into sloppy kisses. Your tongue gently pressing broad, wet strokes across every part you could reach.

Kenjaku’s moans were beginning to sound as desperate as he tried to focus on stretching your pussy. He wanted to draw this out, to tease you on his fingers and make you beg for his cock. That wasn’t going to happen tonight, you forced his hand the moment your tongue slipped in between his stitches. Kenjaku could feel his cock straining against his pants and leaking into the material he needed to bury himself deep inside you the way you buried your tongue into his brain.

You moaned against the teeth on his brain, tongue tracing them and begging for another kiss. Kenjaku’s fingers inside you felt too good, it was distracting you from your goal of making him feel more. 

As quickly as they’d entered you though, Kenjaku pulled his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you to press your hips down onto nothing. You whined at the loss, the mouth finally opening for you and allowing you to kiss your way back inside of him. 

You could feel Kenjaku repositioning himself as he used the hand still on your ass to hold you still. Too lost in the way your tongue felt inside his soft tissue to pay attention to what he was doing.

You felt the thick head of his cock rubbing against your pussy, slipping through your folds to rub against your clit. Moaning into the kiss you could feel his cock quickly become soaked in your juices, sliding through your folds with practiced ease. It seemed like Kenjaku was content to just grind against you and tease you both.

Putting one hand on his shoulder to balance, you reached down in between your bodies. Your hand finding his now soaking wet cock and guiding it back toward your aching hole. Kenjaku let you take the lead again, waiting for you to slip the tip of his cock inside you before moving again. 

As soon as he felt your tight pussy around his cock, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last. You eased yourself down, taking every inch slowly so as to not hurt yourself. The kiss you had been sharing with Kenjaku’s brain paused because of how much you were panting, teeth still nipping at your lips to continue. 

Once you felt Kenjaku bottom out in your pussy, you took a moment to savor the feeling of him inside you. His thick cock stretched you so perfectly, it felt so good. Your mind dizzy at how you could feel him throbbing with want inside of you.

A hand of his pressed against your cheek, pulling you out of your pleasure drunk state for a moment. You looked down at him, his face as flush as you knew yours was and his eyes brimming with tears. You were worried for a second until you remembered just how overwhelming it was for him to have his brain touched this much. Perhaps you had made more of a mess out of him than you realized already.

The hand pulled you down, lips meeting in a messy kiss. You moaned at the feeling, different than kissing his brain mouth, softer and less control. You could taste his brain juice still, it turned you on more to know that he was tasting himself as well.

Kenjaku gripped your hips tightly with both hands before lifting you up, letting just the head of his cock stay in your pussy. You sucked at his tongue, wanting desperately for him to fill you back up. He lowered you, stuffing you half full with his cock. It wasn’t enough.

“Kenjaku please, stop teasing,” You begged, though you had been the one doing most of the teasing tonight this was too much for you. 

Without wasting a moment, Kenjaku quickly began bouncing you on his cock, forcing you to take him all the way inside with each powerful thrust. The scream that left your mouth was cut off by his lips on yours. Keeping you quiet as he fucked you, the last thing you needed was to draw any neighbors attention. 

Soon your moans had died down and turned into whimpering mixed in with desperate kisses. The feeling of Kenjaku’s thick cock splitting you in half made your toes curl and eyes roll back. He was perfect for you, hitting every spot and rubbing the most sensitive parts of your tight pussy just right.

As close as he had been, Kenjaku needed more to get him back to that edge. Fucking up into your tight pussy as he manipulated your body to ride him felt amazing, but he wanted to feel as fucked out as you did. Breaking the kiss, Kenjaku’s lips kissed their way down, biting at your neck hard enough to bruise. He could feel your pussy clench around him at the violent act, you loved it almost as much as he did. It wasn’t enough though.

Your pleasured moaning was interrupted by soft, wet folds brushing up against your lips. Kenjaku had positioned the two of you the way you had been before, his brain right in front of you. You didn’t need to be told what to do, long licks at the soft tissue made Kenjaku’s cock throb inside you.

Keeping his pace as steady as he could, Kenjaku felt a rush of intense pleasure overtake him as you lavished his brain with licks and kisses. Not only did it make each thrust feel ten times better, his entire body felt like it was on fire. He hadn’t felt this sensitive in a long time, biting at his own lip to keep some of his needy sounds inside.

The thrusts inside you turned erratic quickly, Kenjaku’s even pace falling apart as you let your tongue past his teeth and into his brain mouth again. The kiss was sloppier than before, his juices and your saliva coating your chin as you got lost in him. Every thrust had you moaning into the mouth, you could barely keep up with it. 

You could feel Kenjaku’s thighs trembling under you, both of you so lost in pleasure that all you wanted to do was push each other over the edge. 

Nails biting into your skin, you could feel Kenjaku’s grip on you getting tighter with each violent thrust of his hips. Fucking up into your pussy blindly, the feeling of Kenjaku so deep inside of your pussy finally pushed you to your limit. You felt yourself let go, pussy squeezing him as if begging him to finish.

The tight heat of you coming all over his cock was more than enough to push Kenjaku over the edge, stuffing you full of his cock before releasing deep inside your pussy. His thrusts slowed enough to allow you a chance to breathe, while he still fucked you both through your shared orgasms.

Your tongue slid out of his brain mouth and teased around the folds, enjoying the taste and soft feel of the tissue. A gasping moan tore from Kenjaku’s throat, it was too much for him. His hands left your hips, leaving his cock buried inside of you just to fly up and pull your lips down to meet his. 

The kiss was languid, both of you came much harder than you expected. When you pulled back from the kiss, you could see his beautiful fucked out face. Brain fluid and your saliva on his flushed cheeks, you were sure you looked just as flushed and sticky.

Reaching over, Kenjaku picked up the top of his head and put it back on. Quickly sewing it back into place as you watched. You never got tired of watching his deft fingers apply the stitching. With his scalp back in place Kenjaku’s hands returned to your ass, lifting you into the air as he stood. His spent cock slipped from you as he carried you into your bedroom. 

“If I’m still here when you wake up, we can talk about what happens next in my plans. For now, let’s rest,” Kenjaku said, kissing your messy cheek as he crossed the threshold of your room.

[popodoki]

Hey, teacher! Part 8 (Catwin motorcycle au)

Thomas to the rescue x

"My God… is that your friend, Edwin?" Esther sneers, horrified.   

"Oh yes," he acts casual. Like this isn't completely bizarre. "It appears he was able to make it after all." Edwin politely excuses himself, pointedly doesn't walk away at full speed like a man escaping a death sentence.   

By the time he reaches Thomas on the street, at least 7 children have gathered around the shiny novelty of his bike, some of them are actually touching it. One child is gripping the handle bars and making 'vroom' noises. Thomas stands by, looking amused, answering their overlapping questions as best he can. When he notices Edwin, he smiles broadly, winking mischievously.   

Edwin comes to a stop, lifts one eyebrow at him.  

"I've come to rescue you, ghostie." Thomas announces, like its an obvious answer to a question Edwin didn’t pose. "This is real shit, isn't it? There isn't even any music. What kinda picnic is this?" Some of the children giggle at the curse word. "Also, babe, you’ve been here less than an hour and already you look fuckin' miserable." Edwin visibly deflates. He had been under the impression that he'd done a faily good job of hiding it. "Don't curse in front of the children." Is all he can think of. Right after, the realization that Thomas just called him babe comes barrelling through, and that is now all he can think of. 

"Well, come on then." Thomas throws his leg over, sits back on the motorcycle, pats the seat behind him.   

Edwin stares. 

Thomas stares back. 

Edwin’s mouth opens but it takes a second try to form the "What." 

"Come on, we're going home. There’s wine in the kitchen, and I’m pretty sure I saw a real nice vintage record player in the living room." 

"Thomas, I." Edwin shrugs helplessly, at a loss for words. "I can't just leave. And definitely not on that." 

"Course you can leave. Come on, say goodbye to- oops, here she comes." Thomas, vagrant that he is, can't even bother to hide the absolute glee spreading over his face. 

Heart in his throat, Edwin whirls around, sees Esther breezing towards them, a look of murder in her eyes. He braces himself, then deflates like a punctured balloon animal, with a slight wheeze he can’t quite smother behind a hand, when Thomas beats him to the punch, loudly. "Good afternoon! I remember you, tittering about yesterday, yeah? Never quite got your name, mine’s Thomas, Thomas King.”   

"Charmed." Esther clips out, curt, glancing at Thomas’ outstretched hand with disdain. 

"Pleasure's all mine, ma'am." Thomas quips, smoothly pulling his hand back, turning the motion into a tip of a hat that's not there, leans forward. "Say, you had a good look at her yesterday, I got her all cleaned up just earlier,” Thomas pats the bike’s seat, smiles wide, on the edge of too much so, "can I interest you in a ride around the block?" He pats the seat again, tilting his head just a bit to the side, towards her, making sure that Esther catches the challenge, the confidence in the invitation. 

Esther almost reels, recoiling with disgust. "That's a very emphatic NO from me, Mr. King. Edwin, dear boy, do come back when you're,” she waves her hand in the air, gesturing in the vague direction of where Thomas is practically preening, perched on his shining bike, arms crossed, “done, with all this." Her message is clear. Get rid of him.  She stalks away, every muscle in her body so tense, Edwin is surprised she can walk at all. When he turns back to Thomas, he sees him offer a cheeky fingerwave at her retreating back. 

When Edwin gives in to the urge to swat his arm, Thomas laughs and laughs, giggles like a child that's just pulled off a particularly dirty prank, looks just as faux-ashamed only when he fully refocuses on Edwin, and his wide-eyed stare at him. "You do realize, I'll pay for that later?" Edwin whispers from behind his clenched teeth. 

"Ghostie. What's she gonna do? Come on, now's your chance. Hop on." He scoots forward, making room. 

"I told you, I can't. I, I just-" 

"Edwin." Thomas looks him right in the eye, expression serious. "Don't worry. It's just a picnic. It'll go on without you. Who cares about what Esther says anyway? Who cares about the people who would care about what an absolute witch like Esther says?"   

The sound of his name coming out of Thomas's mouth is what calms him. Yet at the same time, his heart rate triples, he feels a surge of adrenaline. "I won't fall off?" He eyes the thin strip of seat behind the other man. It doesn't look at all secure. "Not if you hold on." Thomas starts the engine with a wink, and the nearby hovering cloud of children all exclaim in wonder at the noise, laughing, covering their ears. Some of their parents look decidedly displeased. Edwin takes a deep breath, wipes his sweaty palms on his overcoat, forces himself to throw a leg over the motorcycle, tucking up close to Thomas, an arm around his torso. "Sorry." he apologizes over the din of the engine, though he's not sure for what exactly. For touching him? 

"S'alright, babe. Hold on, we're going to be making a quick exit. The wicked witch is decidedly not happy." Thomas pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket, the motorcycle jerks forward, scaring Edwin half to death. He reflexively clings harder, pretending he didn't make a high-pitched yelp out of fear. He doesn't dare look back, to see people's reactions as the motorcycle roars away. He doesn't even want to entertain the thought of how Esther Finch is going to handle him running off without saying goodbye.   

They've gone through two corners, when Edwin realizes he's still clinging to Thomas, perhaps a little too hard. He tries to loosen his grip, he really does, but every time the motorcycle makes the slightest motion underneath his legs, he's worried that their equilibrium will be shattered and he'll go spiraling to the pavement. Also, it's an easy excuse to hold him without any guilt. This was Thomas's idea, after all. Edwin is blameless for clinging. He presses the side of his face against the leather-clad back in front of him. The smell of leather is divine, and he can feel Thomas's ribcage expanding with each breath. It's nice. It's very nice. Edwin almost wishes he lived further away. 

Thomas pulls to a stop, neatly, in the middle of the driveway. He cuts the engine, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. "See? World didn't end." Edwin releases his squid-like grip on that leather jacket, rather unsteadily dismounts the bike, trying to calm his quaking knees. "Actually, there were a few turns back there that almost proved you wrong." A bucket is placed against the garage door, probably used by Thomas when he cleaned his bike. Thomas laughs good naturedly when Edwin gives it a calculating stare, just for effect. Edwin can’t help but smile, a touch wry, marvelling just a bit inside, how easy he now falls into this, this kind of banter, teasing, with someone he didn’t even know 3 days ago.  

He looks at the bike once more, and it occurs to him, again, that he has just ditched Esther at the church picnic, in front of essentially the entire town. Not only that, but he did it clinging to the back of a man on a motorcycle. Edwin needs a good, big glass of wine, and he needs it now. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Alright, let's have a drink, before I spend any more time thinking about what I've just done." 

Thomas slaps him on the shoulder with a smile, letting his hand drift to the small of Edwin’s back, and leads them both inside the house. 

[mynameisjag]

For anonymous: Prompt: Nicepool crushing hard on Weapon X.

Author's Note: If given the chance, I will write Logan as the embodiment of a feral cat unless specifically told not to.

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The usual thing about the TVA force hiring Deadpool and Wolverine to help handle cross universe dilemmas happens. Which was usually solved with a good fight, quips, and hauling their blood covered bodies back home for a greasy dinner.

Handling the situation with words…was abit more…problematic…

No one wanted to get near Weapon X to demand the variant go home and Deadpool, well, he had his own issues with his variant.

“The forces of fanfiction are against me, why are you fucking here?!”

“Good to see you too buddy!”

“Fucking how!”

Nicepool just shrugged and did a little wave over at Logan, who waved lightly back, “The forces of the multiverse are a mystery, death and life is at it’s own whimsy command. Much like love.”, and the man was now dreamily sighing and staring lovingly at the pissed off Wolverine variant.

Who was currently distracted by Wade’s Logan.

Logan was steadily just watching the other black clad mutant circle around him, both bristling.

Wade ignored that whole situation, they could take care of themselves like the big girls they are.

“You can not “Pretty Woman” this situation, Miss Lola over there is a man eater in the way Hannibal Lector is.”

“Oh, their name is Lola? That’s so pretty…Lola…”

“Is this what everyone back home feels like dealing with me, shit, I’m going to have to some apology letters or flowers when we get back home.”

“I should get them some flowers, what do you think they’re favorite is?”

“Lily’s, like the ones they use at funerals because that’s what is going to happen.”

Both Wolverines were on all fours and doing great imitations of cats now, hissing and teeth baring included.

“Awe, they are making friends!”, Nicepool clasped his hands in front of himself, sighing deeply again.

“Just fucking stick your dick in a trash compactor, it would end the same!”

“I can give them a better life, I can save them from the streets, I can be their hero.”, there seemed to be actual anime sparkles around the man…Wade waved it all away like a bad fart.

“Lola” was now purring and rubbing up against Logan, both chittering away like the ferret cousins they were.

Deadpool was just staring at his variant, his face being covered did not deter the aura of his annoyance being projected full force at the other, too bad Nicepool paid absolutely no attention to the waves of hatred sent his way, “You know what “Mr. Salt is too spicy for me”, go on, go confess your love,” he dramatically pointed over to the Wolverines, “go on, go-wait, where’s the other one?”

Logan shrugged nonchalantly, “He left.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he went home.”, he pointed at one of the doorways usually made from the TVA for dimensional travel, “I think he wants me to follow him.”

“Nope, I kidnapped you fair and square, we have a dog and rent together now, so you are not going anywhere. I’ve gotten too used to stealing your body heat at night. I’ve got no body hair to keep me warm, Lo, you’ve got too much, it’s a perfect balance, we can’t mess with the balance.”

Nicepool took a deep loud breath, interrupting the other two as he placed his hand on Wade’s shoulder, who just shrugged it off, “I know what I should do now, wish me luck,” he then turned and went through the gateway like a soldier on a mission, the entryway closing behind him in a zip of light.

“Wow,” Deadpool clapped his hands together once, “he is going to be murdered. Violently. Lola is going to use his thighs and squeeze his head like a watermelon in absolute viscous glee…I’m sorta jealous that’s how that cheery fuck will go out this time,” he turned toward his partner, “will you-“

“-I’m not getting your rotted out brain shit all over my crotch.”

“Fucking damn it!”

-Lola comes from the lyrics, “Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl.”

[olivialau]

Shadow's Embrace Ch.5

Sukuna x Reader

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fanfiction based on the universe of "Jujutsu Kaisen," created by Gege Akutami. The original manga, anime, and characters belong to their respective owners and creators.

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 5 - The King and his Pawns

As you channeled your cursed energy with newfound focus and control, a great shift occurred within you. The aches and pains of your battered body began to recede, and the air around you felt lighter, more responsive to your movements. This realization sent a surge of exhilaration through you, fueling you to push even further. The control and precision that had previously eluded you were now within your grasp.

Guide it, don't push it. Feel it, don't force it, you chanted inwardly, the mantra a steadying rhythm that kept your emotions in check and your energy controlled.

While Sukuna's overwhelming power still loomed, it no longer weighed on you as heavily. Instead, a sense of thrilling discovery took hold as you reveled in the growth and potential you were tapping into.

Sukuna cackled with malevolent glee as he resumed his assault, his attacks as relentless and punishing as ever. You were certain that half your ribs must be broken by now, and half your blood drained in puddles on the floor.

Yet, despite the injuries, you refused to falter. Each time Sukuna's fists or feet connected with your flesh, you pushed past the agony. You danced around, searching for any chance of an opening.

Amidst the flurry of Sukuna's attacks, you managed to land a few well-placed strikes.

Though they were easily deflected, the fact that you could connect with your target was a testament to your progress. No longer were your attacks wild and uncontrolled. Now, they found their way through Sukuna's defenses, if only briefly.

A gleam of fascination sparked in Sukuna's crimson eyes each time you attacked. He delighted in this display of your resilience, reveling in the clash of power and the dance of your growing abilities against his overwhelming might.

You met his gaze, unflinching, your eyes burning with fierce determination. This was no longer a one-sided massacre – it was a battle of wills and resilience.

Slowly but surely, however, the exhilaration of your newfound control and power began to wane, overshadowed by the grave injuries you had endured.

As you were struck down once more, your body refused to obey your commands, unable to push itself back up.

Just as you had resigned yourself to Sukuna's inevitable victory, there was a sudden shift in his focus, no doubt saving you from the final deciding blow. You thanked the gods for it.

The King of Curses nonchalantly crossed his arms, abandoning his defensive stance. His eyes narrowed as he peered over your collapsed form, into the distance.

Before you could turn your head to see what he was peering at, a shift in the atmosphere announced the arrival of two new figures. You felt their strong, malicious presence behind you, accompanied by the echoing sound of approaching footsteps through the open space.

A gleeful, almost childish voice rang out, causing you to turn your head. A slender man with long, disheveled silver hair and mismatched eyes – one dark blue, the other grey – approached you enthusiastically. His pale, stitched and patch-like skin gave him an unsettling, eerie presence.

"Sukuna! Is that her? Can I see?" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with twisted excitement.

Beside him stood a monstrous-looking creature with a single eye, his head shaped like a volcano and his body covered in rocky, molten skin. The creature raised his hand, greeting Sukuna with a respectful, almost deferential gesture.

Sukuna's voice rang out, laced with clear annoyance. "Mahito. Jogo. You're interrupting," he growled, his deep red eyes narrowing dangerously.

You watched the exchange, struggling to make sense of the shifting dynamics. It was clear that these two were not mere sorcerers – they radiated a similar, oppressive presence to Sukuna, leading you to suspect they were cursed spirits, no doubt immensely powerful.

"Ah, sorry," Mahito said, waving his hands dismissively. "Didn't mean to disturb you when you were just having fun. Seems like you messed her up pretty badly," he added, the gleeful tone in his voice contradicting his words.

As the two newcomers approached, Mahito now stood merely a foot away from you, his eyes scanning you with unsettling intensity. "Woah, what an interesting soul, so full of fury," he cackled.

Sukuna, however, seemed visibly bothered by Mahito's proximity to you. He didn't like it when others played with his toys. He shot a warning glance at Mahito, causing him to grin and back away slightly.

Sukuna's crimson eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on Mahito and Jogo, his voice laced with irritation. "Speak up. What is it?" he demanded. "It better be worth my precious time."

Jogo, the monstrous figure with the volcanic head, stepped forward, his single eye gleaming with confidence. "I'm sure it will be very well worth your interest, Sukuna," he said, his words measured and respectful.

Jogo proceeded to explain that word had spread of Gojo Satoru and three of his first-year students being deployed to investigate the sudden disappearance of a 22-year-old sorcerer from Jujutsu High.

Sukuna's expression darkened, a clear indication that this news had indeed piqued his interest. Gojo Satoru was a formidable opponent, one that even the King of Curses would have to tread carefully around. Sukuna was confident, but not foolish.

"Hmph, so that man and his brats are on the move," Sukuna mused, "Well, I've already taken the necessary precautions. They won't be interfering with my plans."

His lips curled into a sardonic smile as he addressed Jogo and Mahito. "You've seen the barrier, have you not?" he asked, a hint of smugness in his voice.

He then explained the intricate barrier he had erected around the building – a maze-like structure designed to keep out all jujutsu sorcerers.

While the barrier itself was not particularly strong in terms of raw power, its true strength lay in its ability to conceal the path in, making it nearly impossible to breach for those unfamiliar with the layout.

Jogo and Mahito seemed satisfied with his answer. As cursed spirits, Sukuna had made sure that they were not hindered by the barrier, but they could still appreciate its complexities. "It should at least be enough to grant us the time we need," Jogo agreed whilst nodding.

Then Jogo inquired about Sukuna's progress. "So, have you managed to break the girl yet? Did you close a pact?"

Sukuna cackled deviously, his eyes glinting with twisted amusement. "Turns out she's quite the feisty one..." he mused, his voice taking on a dangerously low and threatening tone. "But don't worry, it won't be long."

The brief respite you had experienced during your power-high in the battle had made you momentarily forget the grim prospect.

The realization that you needed to become strong enough to overpower him, or at least escape, fast, filled you with a renewed sense of urgency. The reality of your situation loomed over you, a stark reminder of the dire stakes at play.

Jogo, who had remained relatively calm up until this moment, suddenly revealed a more sinister side to his nature. A grin stretched across his face, and his volcanic-like head began to emit steam, filling the room with an oppresive heat in an instant.

"You know, I could always lend a hand," Jogo drawled, in his voice a certain eagerness. "I'm confident I can crush her," he added, his hands twitching with the apparent desire to unleash his power upon you.

Mahito, not wanting to be left out, chimed in, pouting slightly. "Me too! Bending and twisting her up, the pain would surely break her," he mused, his eyes glinting with a disturbing excitement.

You watched in disgust as these three powerful entities casually discussed the prospect of torturing you, their callous words sending a shiver of revulsion through your body.

However, Sukuna swiftly intervened, a cunning smile curling his lips. "I'm afraid you two will have to miss out on the fun," he said, with a possessive edge. "This woman is mine to break."

Sukuna approached you in a slow, threatening manner, kneeling down to level himself with your height. "Sorry, little sorcerer," he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "We still have some other business to discuss, so let's get you back to sleep."

Without warning, he pressed his finger against your forehead with a force that felt as if he was intruding into the very center of your mind. The sensation was overwhelming, and as the darkness began to consume you for the third time in just over a day, your body went limp, crumpling to the floor.

Sukuna then turned his attention to Mahito and Jogo, his voice authoritative. "The information I requested? You have it?"

Jogo nodded, a satisfied expression on his face as he handed a scroll to Sukuna.

The King of Curses carefully unrolled the parchment, his eyes scanning the contents. Halfway through, a devious grin spread across his face, and he erupted into a fit of laughter.

"Hah...Ahaha... This is perfect!" Sukuna exclaimed, his voice brimming with malicious glee. "This will break her for sure."

Mahito, seemingly delighted by Sukuna's reaction, joined in on the laughter. "Right?" he chimed, with a twisted excitement.

Meanwhile at Tokyo Jujutsu High

"So! Everyone! Listen up!" Gojo announced with a gleeful tone, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.

Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi stood before him, their expressions ranging from curious to skeptical.

Gojo's trademark blindfold hid his eyes, but his grin was unmistakable. "We've got an interesting case today," he began, his excitement palpable."

"Yesterday, the teachers discovered that our new first-year student has gone missing from her dorm room. The room showed visible signs of a struggle – trashed sheets, large cracks and bloodstains on the walls, and faint traces of cursed energy."

He paused for dramatic effect, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in. "Upon further investigation, the traces of cursed energy were shockingly revealed to be from Ryomen Sukuna."

Itadori's eyes widened, whilst Nobara frowned, her face hardening in determination. Megumi's expression remained stoic, but his fists clenched subtly at his sides.

"Now," Gojo continued, his voice lightening, "normally, first-year students wouldn't be sent on a mission involving a powerful entity like Sukuna. But since the mission's only purpose is to locate your fellow student and we do not intend to engage in battle, it was permitted as long as I joined. Isn't that amazing?"

A shy-looking assistant with glasses stood behind Gojo, his hand grasping at his arm. He looked down and interjected softly, "Also, we are severely understaffed." He pouted slightly.

"Ijichi! I told you not to say that. You might scare them," Gojo scolded, though his tone was more playful than reprimanding. Nonetheless Ijichi flinched a little, swiftly apologizing.

Nobara stepped forward, her eyes blazing with confidence. "I'm not scared at all. King of Curses, my ass," she declared proudly, her hands on her hips and her chest puffed out.

Itadori scratched his head, a nervous chuckle escaping him. "Uhm, maybe I'm a little scared," he admitted, trying to laugh it off. But he was more determined than anyone to save his fellow classmate.

Megumi shrugged his shoulders, his usual calm demeanor unchanged. "Let's just find her," he said quietly, his eyes reflecting a steely resolve.

Gojo clapped his hands together, his enthusiasm undeterred. "That's the spirit! We'll head out immediately. Remember, the priority is to locate her and avoid any unnecessary confrontations. Ijichi will provide the transportation, and I'll ensure we stay safe."

As they prepared to depart, Gojo's demeanor shifted slightly, as his tone turned serious. "One last thing. If we do encounter Sukuna, do not engage. Just run. Your lives are more important than anything else. Understood?"

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[maluceh]

That painel was AMAZING, thank you thank you thank you! ❤️

Sorry for missing a few references, could you share a list of all the universes?

damn ok… ummm (from top left to right and so on with every row)

brooklyn nine nine (amy and jake)

morticia and gomez

modern family (claire and phil)

tangled

they’re just drinking chescos in this one

band au

i got lazy so kissy time

dinosaurs

the last of us au

game of thrones au

10 things i hate about you

celebrity au but i tried to do the cinderella concept art cause 50s

old people

slasher

sapphic jily victorian era

mexican folklore dancers

i got lazy again and i just sketched them as spooky cartoons

deleted scene from dead poets society but it’s not them as dps characters, i just wanted a snowy scene

barbie

pirates of the caribbean

anne with an e

legos

elevator love song by BeeDaily (it’s a fic)

cowboy au

how to train your dragon (astrid and hiccup)

percy jackson (them as percabeth)

sapphic jily in the 14th? 15th? century with princess jamie and her loyal guard lily

this is just a kids drawing so you can interpret it as you want (harry drew it or little james or little lily)

vampire au

couple selfie!

sapphic jily with a reference to glee (the cheerleader uniform). so this one is kind of like cheerleader x outcast type of thing

pride and prejudice au (bingley and jane)

set it up (it’s a movie on netflix)

rocks

greys anatomy au (them as mark and lexi)

role swap (quidditch player lily/muggleborn james)

ice skater couple au

juno (reference to the intro credits from the movie where there’s like drawings and stuff, i thought it would be cool idk)

the office (them as jim and pam)

haikyuu (tanaka and kiyoko are literally jily in another font)

patronuses

genderswap jily

romeo and juliet (2013)

before sunrise (1995)

titanic movie

ferris bullers day off (i think they fit sloane and ferris A LOT)

friends (chandler and monica)

maurice (1987)

detectives au (i tried to emulate 1940s drawings but alas i’m only a girl)

mermaid au

mlm jily as Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete I BELIEVE this is Dos tipos de cuidado (1953) i wanted to draw them as homoerotic mexican actors from the golden age of mexican cinema

canon jily

sapphic jily in bly manor (as dani and jamie)

animal crossing jily

big fish (2003)

sapphic jily as pirates who got caught

idk i took it from a pinterest pic

shadowhunters jily

fantasy jily (?

sapphic jily kissing at sunset

worms

idk what movie this is, i wanted to draw them as silent actors from the 1930s i also tried to use the same art style they used in that era but alas i’m just a girl

widow victorian lily and ghost james (this is a direct reference to Anders Zorn the widow 1883 i believe)

how to lose a guy in 10 days au

shadow and bone au (them as nina and matthias)

ballet dancers au

romeo and juliet AGAIN (1996 tho)

anastasia (1997)

the princess diaries 2 (them as Mia and nicholas)

them with a cat (it’s algernon, the cat is algernon by the way)

spiderman (itsv spider-man to be exact)

i got lazy again and i just doodled them listening to music together

ants

genderswaped jily as emma and mr. knightley (2020)

mamma mia (2008) (love that movie, sophie and sky made me the bisexual i am with that one beach scene)

the hunger games mockingjay part 2 (them as katniss and peeta)

hogwarts professors

coworker rivals

mlm jily but at hogwarts

sapphic jily just vibing (heartstopper vibes??? idk i put the leaves)

shelf awarness by GhostofBambi on ao3 (one of my favorite jily fics)

and that’s it

[imongmamabitch]

A Kid? (Kazuki Kurusu x gn!reader)

...notes: I have watched buddy daddies and I love kazukii, also its 12 am so if it doesn't make sense, that's why.

...contains: fluff, a hint of angst, brief mention of cheating, brief allusion to cheating (tho it never happens)

"WHERE IS HE?!" you thought to yourself as you kept waiting for your boyfriend to call you and tell you how their mission went. It's been over 2 hours since he last texted you, the text said that everything would go smoothly and that he would come over after.

Their missions always ended fast because of how well thought out their plans were, so you don't know what's keeping Kazuki right now. You huffed and set your phone on your night stand, you'll just have to deal with it and give Kazuki his gift in the morning.

Morning came and you checked your phone first thing, still no messages. You sighed and made up your mind to just go visit Rei's place since he'd be most likely there.

You take your keys and gift and walk over to Rei's place, since his flat was just a floor below you. When you get there, you knock on the door and wait for an answer. A minute passed and nobody answered, so you knocked again. Still no response.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, is Kazuki still asleep? Normally he'd be up by now making breakfast. You knocked yet again, "Kazuki? Are you there?" At that, the door finally opened, revealing a very annoyed Rei.

"Rei! Is Kazuki home?" you asked, fiddling with the ribbon you tied Kazuki's gift with. "He's here." Rei grumbled and opened the door wide for you to go inside. Thanking him, you quickly walk to the living room, setting the gift down on the coffee table. When you turned around you saw Kazuki holding a child.

You froze.

What the hell?

Kazuki looked at you confused at first before he finally realized what  you were looking at. "It- it's not what you think! Let me explain!" He waved his arm around nervously and put the child down, "Her name's Miri and we're trying to find a way to get her home."

"How did she get here?" you asked, there was no reason for you not to believe Kazuki. You trusted him with your life so you trust him enough not to have cheated on you during your relationship. He's always been a gentleman, telling you beforehand if a mission requires seduction so you wouldn't have to worry.

"I took the train!" Miri said with glee, like she was proud of herself and she most likely was. Kazuki sighs, "The things we know are that she lives far away and her mother's a singer." You think for a second, trying to remember any celebrity singer that had a child like Miri and you draw a blank.

"That doesn't really give much info." you said, "But you're going to find a way to get that information aren't you?" Kazuki scratches his head, "That's what we're doing next, we were just about to leave actually."

"We?"

"Me and Rei."

…

You crossed your arms, "You were just about to leave this child alone, in this apartment, unsupervised?" you could see Kazuki visibly start to sweat, "Rei wasn't going to stay with her so…" If looks could kill, the glare you'd sent his way would've had him dead by now.

"I'll look after her for you." you finally said after several minutes of tense silence. Kazuki sighed in relief, relieved to not be under your intense gaze any longer. He turns on the TV to a children's channel and kissed you on the cheek, "We'll be right back. Miri, be good, okay?"

Miri didn't bother to answer, eyes glued to the screen as she danced with the animated vegetables. You smile and gently push your boyfriend, "She'll be fine, dear, now go."

With that, Kazuki's off with Rei in tow, leaving you with a child, who doesn't seem to be losing energy anytime soon.

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[letstalktea]

Prized Heifer part 3

Series Pairings: Remy x Reader, Wren x Reader, Remy x Wren

Series content: Farmer!Reader, amab!Bull!Remy, amab!Bull!Wren, random extra characters, role reversal, hybrids are treated like animals, breeding (functional and kink), Wren fucks a cow!girl, voyeurism, vaginal sex (extra cow!girl receiving), anal sex (reader receiving), noncon turned dubcon, blood as lube

The violent outbursts only got worse the next day, after Remy had been subjected to a night of smelling all the cows that were supposed to be his in heat and desperate for the bull that was neglecting them. Wren's presence hadn't made it any easier either when, all night, he did exactly what you wanted him to and let him mount a cow (or three) right in front of the chained up, sex-crazed, orgasm-denied Remy just to taunt him.

Unlike Remy, Wren was a good bull. A little naughty sometimes perhaps, but ultimately did his job as you needed him to. That's why you almost felt a vindictive kind of glee when you praised him so highly after he'd finished with your cow.

You sat where Remy could see you, letting Wren rest his tired head in your lap as you stroked his head. His floppy ears jostled at your touch as his warm breath tickled your thighs.

"Such a good bull, making lots of babies for me," you praised. "I should give you a treat for taking such good care of these cows too. You left all of those ladies so happy that they may want to mate again next time they're in heat. Unlike a certain someone."

You gave a pointed look over to Remy, who was holding up shockingly well for how much of his bloodstream must have been drugs at this point. His fists wrapped around the bars of his cage, gripping so tightly that his knuckles turned white and the veins popped and throbbed.

His eyes were focused on you and Wren as he pressed against the pen door, cock bobbing as it dribbled out over the ground. It was a waste of cum, but you smiled anyway because it meant he was finally reaching his breaking point. Soon enough he would be mounting a cow and giving you the quality calves that your clientele expected from him.

Wren rolled over in your lap, nuzzling close until his face was buried against your stomach and his arms were wrapped around your waist. His happy eyes looked up at you, twinkling in wonder as his tail flicked back and forth behind him.

His fur was the prettiest golden shade that others adored just as much as you and made his calves a favorite among those who wanted cattle for show more than function. It was the same fur that shined so brilliantly in the sunlight as he trotted around the field, playing games with whatever other creature crossed his path. It's why the cows were sweet on him, along with a few bulls.

You couldn't tell if Remy was one of those bulls or if Wren was the one who wouldn't leave him be, but you were grateful that it was what it was because it made punishing Remy even easier.

His breathing ran ragged as you gave Wren more love and affection in one brief moment than Remy had received in… a long time, if you were to be entirely honest. Unlike the cooperative Wren, Remy was a stubborn bull who you had to fight at every turn to do his job. You hadn't been pleased with him since the day he was a calf and you were a playful child following around your favorite cattle; since the days you thought cattle and horses and dogs could speak like humans; since before you understood that he was nothing more than a rebellious breeding bull who served as nothing more than a sperm factory to make even more cattle.

Wren though? Wren was a good boy from the moment he was born. His genes weren't as desirable as Remy's, but his temperament was better in every way. He never disappointed you the same way Remy did.

"Moo?" Wren whined from his spot in your lap.

When you looked down at him, you could see that he'd gotten hard again. The sight excited you because it meant he could take care of another cow already. It seemed Wren would be fathering the most calves this season.

"Does it hurt?" You asked as you placed a small kiss against his forehead. "I'll get you a cute cow to play with, so wait right here."

You slipped his arms from around your waist and stood up to go look for a decent cow in the fields, where your assistants were watching them and seeing that the last of your bulls was doing his job. As you left the barn, the assistant with dark shadows under his eyes pointed you in the direction of a heifer you'd gotten a few months back.

She was a young thing that you'd bought from another farm just after she'd reached maturity specifically because she came from a line of good milk producers – the massive tits that made her noticeably top heavy proved that. None of your bulls had made a move on her yet and she seemed skittish to approach them, but you figured there would be no better first time experience than Wren for a sweet thing like her. Plus, she needed to have a calf soon or else she wouldn't start making the very milk you'd bought her for.

You marched into the field, grabbing her by the back of her neck and dragging her along with you back into the barn. The entire way, she was mooing in distress and weakly trying to pull away. It was a natural reaction for inexperienced cattle, so you didn't think much of it.

When you finally managed to get her into the barn and force her away from the grass she'd been so comfortably munching on, you could see that Wren had decided to change positions and move closer to Remy's cage.

"Don't play with naughty boys, Wren. You'll pick up his bad habits." You pinched the back of the heifer's neck to establish your power over her and warn her to follow your lead before spinning her around and bending her forward so her ass was sticking out toward where Wren was – where Remy was. "You can play with this instead."

She balled her fists against your chest and began to pound them pathetically as she whined and cried. The sound made your fingers twitch in anger. It was always the fearful ones that were the worst to break in because they didn't understand their position just yet.

"Shut up," you said through gritted teeth. "It's this or the butcher's shop, so be grateful."

As soon as the threat of the butcher was mentioned, her whining turned into sobbing. However, she also stopped struggling against you and seemed to resign herself to being fucked until she was officially just another cow on the farm.

"That's better." You pet her head. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs so this bull can fill you up."

She closed her eyes and braced herself against your steady body as she shakily separated her thighs and moved her tail aside to show her acceptance of him.

Wren stared at her in wonderment and, if he had the ability, you swear he would have whistled at the untouched fruit being offered to him. He was more cautious than usual as he slowly approached her, erection jumping as he smelled her heat in the air that called to all virile bulls.

As he closed the distance, he placed his hands on her hips and squeezed until bruises started to form against her skin. He brushed his long, thin cock between her inner thighs as if to test the waters. She mooed and he seemed to take that as a sign to keep going because he moved to press his tip against her wet slit.

It was moments like this that proved as the clearest sign that he really was a beast; that he would lose all semblance of composure he pretended to have the moment a fertile female was placed in front of him. At least he was your beast and knew how to fuck and reproduce.

Wren's chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths as he hesitated to continue.

Hesitation was pointless in this situation.

"Come on, Wren," you goaded him on. "Show her the pleasures of a bull's dick."

His nails dug into the fat of her hips and pulled her back against him as he pushed forward, sinking his cock into her without any further ceremony.

She cried out as he stretched her open for the very first time. The immediate, primal way that he claimed her made something inside of you burn up. From where you stood, you could just barely see how his cock went into her over and over, each time accentuated with a grunt and her mooing as she experienced pleasure for the first time.

Wren, for his part, was an experienced bull despite his younger age. It was okay if it didn't feel good at first. Her body would adjust and accept Wren soon. After that, she would love being bred just like every other cow on the farm.

Unlike humans that had sex for pleasure, beasts only fucked as a consequence of their instincts. That meant no one cared if her first time felt good or if she even wanted it. She was in heat – that fact made clear by how wet and messy her entrance was without being touched – and any bull that smelled her would take advantage of it. 

And, just behind the scene, was you bull Remy watching from inside of his cage.

Remy’s green eyes were transfixed on the sight before him. No doubt he could smell the heifer’s heat just as easily as Wren and it was driving him mad to be so close to her without being able to touch. If the drugs were still running through his system, watching had to be painful. The angry erection standing between his legs was a sure sign that he was suffering only being able to look without touching.

“C'mon, Wren," you said to him even though you were looking directly at Remy and his futile struggle to tear the bars from the cage door and the retraining leash from around his neck. "Be a good boy and make her a cow."

You could feel as her hold on you went weak; as she let go and collapsed against the ground so only her ass was still in the air. You could tell that Wren was slamming into her at a brutal pace because of how she rocked against you, but you weren't watching her. You weren't even watching Wren to make sure he filled her up.

You were watching Remy.

You were watching your naughty bull and his dripping cock that wanted to be buried inside something. You were enjoying watching him go mad from denial. The joy of it tingling between your legs as you reveled in his suffering. 

But you needed him to do his job.

"Remy?" You called out to him. 

You slipped out of the heifer's grip and stood, walking past the display of Wren finally filling her up with her first batch of cum. He was a good boy, but you weren't here to praise him at the moment. You were here to correct Remy's bad behavior.

You approached his cage, stopping just shy of the bars and looking up at him.

"Do you want to get out of there?" You mocked. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind another round with a bull like you." As you spoke, you looked down at his cock, which seemed to jump at the promise. "Are you finally ready to fuck some cows? Such a good bull…"

You reached for your waist, expecting to grab your keys to open his cage door but fumbling when you couldn't find them. Had you set them down somewhere? Did they fall off the clip where you usually kept them?

Shit! You couldn't open the pen without them.

You didn't have time to wonder where they were though, because, as you patted your waist trying to find them, Remy reached through the metal bars and grabbed the front of your shirt. He nearly tore it open as he pulled you forward, slamming you into the bars as he nearly growled.

It was clear that Remy wasn't under control just yet. Even drugged and drowning in the smell of a female in heat, he was still more focused on his anger and fighting against you.

"Let go of me you stupid bull," you hissed as you reached for something else you kept on your waist in case of emergencies.

Remy ignored your words, leaning forward to the point the collar around his neck began to choke and squeeze him. He let his warm, fat tongue hang out of his mouth, running it up the side of your face pressed against the cage bars and leaving a trail of sticky saliva crawling up your skin.

You finally managed to wrap your fingers around the short knife on your waist and pulled it from your side. Raising your arm, you quickly plunged it down into Remy's shoulder. It wouldn't be deep enough to truly damage the thick skin of a cattle, but it was enough to shock him into letting you go.

He staggered back instinctually, letting the prey animal inside of him take control. You did the same, jumping back away from the cage bars so he couldn't grab you again.

"You fucking-" You spit through gritted teeth, unable to finish the thought for lack of words vile enough to describe your rage.

It was fine. If he wanted to be so angry and stubborn that he'd rather be locked up in a small cage he could barely pace around or lie down in than out in the field where he could fuck all the cows he desired, you wouldn't fight him anymore. You didn't need him, anyway. You only needed his semen and you could inseminate the cows yourself, although the cows wouldn't be happy about it. But who cared? They were just cows and he was just a stubborn bull.

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[as-u-w1sh]

Lovely as you Are. Wanderer x Y/N

Genshin Impact Wanderer X Y/N Oneshot!!!

Summary: y/n and Wanderer go to Sumeru's festival where he attempts to confess his feelings to you. Auntie Nahida helps Wanderer sort how he feels and they conjure a plan for his courtship towards you!

Type: Oneshot and Fluff! Little hot at the end but nothing to burn your loins off! <3

Warnings: Nothing! Just a little steamy at the end! Helpful auntie Nahida trying to help Wanderer live his best life!

Word Count: 4.3K!!!

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Wanderer x Reader (y/n)

: Lovely as You.

The days haven’t changed, and the sun still rises with every daily cycle. There are days in that the atmosphere is clouded but that doesn’t mean that the sun ever leaves despite the nimble nimbus. The forest rustles with the wind as the sound reflects that of the unwavering waterfalls of Sumeru. The animals frolicking and upkeeping with their natural selves as they have done since time. No significant changes with anything external except….

“Amane”, a voice softly called within my daydream.

“Amane”, the mirage dissipated quickly. Real life taking within its wake. The green eyes of Lesser Lord Kusanali curiously examined me as she checked on me, “are you alright?”

I brushed her off,” I’m fine, let’s get back to- “, she chuckled, nonetheless.

“What’s so funny?”, she smiled.

I’ve been working with Lesser Lord Kusanali with what she generally asks for help with. Certain input or more tedious subjects such as establishing stable systems for Sumeru since the abolishment of the Akademiya’s corrupted roots. Weeding out the pests so that Sumeru could come back from the infestation that I took part in a bit ago even if I did wipe myself from the memories of everyone I had encountered. It is the least I could do but even I think that my sins cannot be atoned for.

It’s in the past now.

Currently, other things have annoyingly occupied my mind. I scoffed mentally, how absurd. How could one person plague my mind? How could one person nudge themselves into my whole being so easily as they did? Why does it anger me that I…don’t know what to do…with them? With me? With…us?

“If I may, I would like to ask what troubles you?”, Lesser Lord Kusanali promptly questions.

How do I explain this? Is there way to even explain this strange phenomenon?

“I- Not sure. It’s isn’t of importance, let’ just- “, she interrupted me, “it is of importance because you are my friend”.

“You have helped me countless times, so it is fair that I care about you”, she smiles widely. I couldn’t help but be taken aback by her sheer outpour of care towards me. Lesser Lord…no, Buer…is a benevolent and wise god. I should. After everything…I can…count on her?

“I- “, I sigh while pinching the bridge of my nose. I could feel this unfamiliar rush within my body, within my face, within all parts of me. Buer still looked at me as if she expected an answer. I still couldn’t bring myself to speak but she read me with ease.

“This has to do with y/n?”, she gently grins with her eyes closed with glee.

“How…?”

“It hasn’t been difficult to deduce that you have feelings for them”, she fidgets with her fingers.

“Feelings as in?”, I cross my arms waiting for this conclusion of hers. I trust her judgement in this because I have no clue as to-

“Love”, something within me chokes and I cough while gawking at her. Buer still happy as can be, how can she make such an accusation? “I doubt it- I”, she cuts me off, “you feel affection for y/n. It’s perfectly normal for one to develop a connection with others like this when wanting and yearning for a partner. Tell-Tale signs such as sweaty hands, increased heart rate, or constant thoughts of them”.

I could feel my breathe somewhat grow erratic and my hands shake.

“Amane, this isn’t bad. Listen to me, it’s perfectly fine”, she attempted to reassure me as I sat down on the floor dumbfounded.

“I’ve never felt this way. I don’t know what to do. How can I remove it?”, I asked solemnly.

I felt her small hands hold my cheeks as she guided me to stare at her, “is that really what you desire?”

I opened my mouth and paused before I spoke, “No”.

Truthfully, no.

Never. I like this rush. It makes me feel alive. It makes the air vibrate. It makes me feel like I’m within the seemingly never-ending sky. They make me feel alive. They gave me a name.

Amane.

_

“How about ‘Amane’? I really like the name. It suits you”, they put their finger to their chin as they brainstormed as to what to call me.

“Call me whatever you wish. It does not matter to me nor does it matter genuinely”, I shook my head. So much effort just for a name? So much effort just for me? What a waste. I don’t need it. I’m just a Wanderer. A nobody, no one to rely on me, and no one to rely on. I don’t exist anymore.

“Hey, you could at least pretend to be happy?”, they huffed. I rolled my eyes, “you get worked up over the smallest things, didn’t you just hear me? There’s no need for pleasantries” I waved them off to try and dismiss them.

“It is a big deal. It’s you. You need a name. Not just because it’s a code-word of who you are but because it’s something you own. You aren’t supposed to reflect the name. The name is to embody you.

Amane…is…peace

Ba-dump…

Amane is heavenly

Ba-dump…

Amane is the tranquil sound of rain

Ba-dump…

Amane is You.

You exist to me as Amane. The embodiment of heaven’s loveliest sounding rain”.  

All I could think in that moment was despite the strange rhythmic murmur in my ears or the tingling in my fingertips down to my inner core. I could only take in awe of them.

‘I wish I could be as lovely as they are.’, I thought.

And just like that. They ultimately tied who I was to them. I knew that no matter how many years passed; I could never forget them.

And if they did, this tie would forevermore bring me back to them, one way or another. Even if I was named after the so-called heavens, I would rage my own hell if they ever took them from me.

_

Buer grinned once more as if she could read exactly what was running through my heart-sick mind, “there is no need to try and rid yourself of something just because it is new”. There was a creeping panic, “what if they don’t like me?”

All she responded with was, “What if they do?”, she tucked some of my hair behind my ear.

“You won’t ever find out if you don’t try.  It would be best that even if you don’t get the response you want then at least you got some sort of answer. Even so, do not let one sour event deter you from experiencing all that is good in this world. Do not let your past hold you back”, she confidently lectured me while her small hands went to her sides.

I was just about to say something to contradict her but she quickly put a finger to her lips as if to shush me, “I have a feeling though that they feel the exact same way”, and that one sentence transformed my entire mental process. Buer is knowledgeable but I also know she can tap into one’s mind if she wanted to. Whether she has but never told anyone is something she will keep to herself but that was the confidence boost I needed.

Because what she meant was,

“They feel the exact same way “

Just as quick.

Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump!

As if she knew, “let me introduce the concept of courtship and must I mention that there will be a festival tonight in Sumeru”.

“I don’t understand why I need to court if they feel the same wa- “, I scowled.

“Hush now and learn!”, she swiftly quieted me with a determined expression and dragged me away to her data table to show me archons knows what.

I’m having an archon give me dating advice…

How irritating.

*Y/N POV*

“Well goodbye Traveler! Are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay for the new Sumeru festival? Nahida wants the community to grow a little closer and to bring some new fun for everyone! I’m sure she would love if you came. I’m sure though, that if you can’t make it, she will definitely understand- “, I’m cut off as I heard incoming footsteps on the pavement within Sumeru’s City Square.

“Hello, you two!”, I heard a familiar voice.

“Nahida and Amane!”, Paimon cheers as I turn to see Nahida and Amane come towards me.

I sucked in my breathe as I laid my eyes on Amane. Sure, we have known each other for a bit now. A few months as well as when I got my memories of him as Scaramouche. However, that isn’t him anymore. Now, he is Amane. Me and the Traveler decided on the name even if I was the only one spouting any good ideas. We just decided to go along with it.

Even so, I couldn’t help but start noticing him more differently.

He is beautiful.

Even if he is a puppet, he is…breathless.

I can’t take advantage of him though.

I’ve never felt this kind of attraction for anyone though.

He is intoxicating.

He came slightly behind Nahida. His eyes immediately met with mine and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. I clenched my hands as I tried to calm down my palpitating heart. I like to think that I’ve always been weirdly attracted to him but as of lately, it is unbearable. He ‘tched’ a small smirk as I looked away from his intense gaze.

“I was hoping to speak to the traveler about something, could I perhaps borrow them for a bit?”, Nahida kindly asked. The traveler nodded and Paimon followed as Nahida led themselves away from me and Amane. We were alone. I followed their backs as they disappeared and never once did Amane tear his sight from me. Archons help me. Nahida how dare you leave me alone with him while I feel like this!

“y/n come on”, Amane grabbed my hand and dragged me.

“Eh-? Where are we going?”, I asked puzzled as to why he just yanked me like that.

“Let’s go to the festival”, he plainly said as I looked at the backside of his head. Sure enough, he led me to the entrance of the festival. String banners and lights decorated the stalls to advertise a variety of items, foods, and who knows what else. The sunrise in the distance giving off the rainbow glow of the sky as laughs were heard throughout the area. Children ran around as they played games such as toss and pin the slime. It was such a nice and exciting atmosphere.

I glanced down to Amane holding my hand. His hand was slender and cool. I ran my thumb on one of his knuckles and it was soft. No calluses, no roughness, just dainty delicateness. As soon as I did that, he flinched ever so slightly, he turned to face me. He had taken away his hand fast. He ogled inquisitively but gently at me, “what was that?”

I couldn’t help but be embarrassed, “I’m so sorry! I err! I- “, I stuttered. He sighed and took my hand holding it up. He then put his hand up to it as if to compare them, “you wouldn’t even be able to tell that one of them is fake”. His eyes holding a distant semblance as if he contemplated his existence once more like he always did. “I think that it’s just as real as the one holding it”, I squeezed his hand once. Again, he took his hand.

He scoffed, “Shut up, you seriously say some of the weirdest stuff. How do you even think of that?”, he cleared his throat. I shook my head, same ol’Amane. Still can’t handle even the slightest bit of care or affection.

“Hurry up, let’s go enjoy the festival, or I’m leaving you”, he falsely yawned as he strolled away from me. I was broken of my heartfelt spell by his annoying attitude, “just when you’re finally nice to me, you go back to your old ways”, I groan.

“You should know I am no saint. Besides, I’m being nice by taking you to the festival”, he stuck out his tongue while I ran to catch up to him. Why I ought to-! I was stopped by a savory smell. I stopped dead in my tracks, “Potato Boats! Ah- I love me some spuds!”, I follow the smell.

“Oi, don’t just wander away! You’re going to get lost!”, Amane scolds me as I find the potato boat stall. I ignore him as I see the vendor cracking open some spuds and adding mushrooms with cheese! I run up and observe him while Amane walks to the vendor, “I’d like to buy one Potato Boat with everything”.

“Wait wait! Hold on- I left my mora at h- “, I panicky tell Amane but he shoots me a ‘are-you-serious’ look. “I wouldn’t have brought you to the festival if you were to pay for it. I brought mora, you moron”, he complains. On another serious note, he ‘brought’ me to the festival? I’m extremely confused as to what the context is.

I felt the slight flutter of butterflies in my chest slowly making its way up my throat. I couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll make sure to pay you back”.

“Don’t worry about it”, he made his way back to me with the potato boat as it held two spoons. Two spoons? “It’s so good!”, I cried out in ecstasy. Amane then had a bite. Once more, I was confused. Amane had expressed that he wasn’t really a fan of food in general besides bitter tea… Why would he…” It isn’t bad I suppose”, he shrugs. “It’s okay…You don’t have to force yourself to eat things I like, I know you don’t go for these types of flavors”, I remind him.

“I-It’s not that I hate it or anything, I just- sigh I’m not sure how to do this. Can you tell I don’t do this often?”, he asks a little disheartened.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He gave me an expression of shock, “I don’t get- “.

“Doing this with you is all that matters. It is the meaning that you are willing to try my favorite foods even if you know that they might not be to your tastes. I like this. This makes me happy, thank you”, he breathes out almost a sigh of relief as he chuckles to himself.

“By the way, you eat so sloppily”, he uses his thumb to wipe away some cheese from the corner of my lip as he sucks the cheese off his thumb, “I think it tastes better now somehow”. He smirks while the fluttering feeling in my chest starts again. He must’ve not have realized…calm down.

Calm down.

After devouring my potato boat, we decided to walk by some more stalls.

“Come now! Fortunes of all! Health or love! You decide!”, a young girl advertised while two cats sat near her.

“You! Come here! I hear Harut and Marut wanting me to guide you into the next fortune you desire!”, I pointed to myself and she nodded frantically. I looked to Amane and he just shrugged. Oh well, never had my fortune read before. I decided to take a seat before her.

Should I really trust these types of things? The cats were purring and rubbing up against my legs, “Harut and Marut! I realize you have a message but let me get to it!”, the young girl exclaimed.

“Nabiya! Nice to meet you! I have but a small message for you!”, she pointed to me again.

“About?”, I asked skeptically.

“Health? Not really important…let’s see…You will be pretty good in that aspect”, she mumbled as her cats meowed, “Love! Now, that’s super juicy! Now tell me about your love life”.

A kid is asking about my love life?!

*Amane’s POV*

I couldn’t help but snicker as y/n was put on the spot. I’m so glad it’s them and not me. I’m not sure I really trust what this ‘fortune teller’ has to say but I must admit I am intrigued as to what will be said. I don’t think I’ve heard much about y/n’s love life. Archons, what if they are already with someone and I haven’t even-

“It’s as dry as the Sumeru desert. There has never been anyone and there is no one”, they confirm.

The girl grows into a mischievous smile as her gaze flickers to me.

What?! There is no way that this little brat could possibly-

“Well, I would say that’s going to change fairly soon. It’s really close actually. Could’ve been with you this entire time actu- “, I cut her off as I grab y/n, “alright, that’s enough”.

The girl laughs as her cats’ howl with her. I’m sure the only reason why she didn’t ask for payment was because my expression was payment enough! That too close. Ugh. I have more important things to attend to at the moment. I nearly had my cover blown because of a girl and two cats.

This is so annoying.

“Wait! She didn’t even finish yet!”, y/n groans, “she was so close! You know that even I get lonely too, right? I want to know if I have a true love!”

Oh, if only you knew y/n.

(Time passes) *Y/N’s POV*

“Man, I wanted to win that prize so bad!”, I moaned as we exited the festival. “Those games are all rigged anyways besides why would you want a cheap prize?”, Amane raised a brow as we walked into the forest. “It’s the effort that counts! It meant that I would’ve won something! You wouldn’t understand”, I grumble.

“You’re right I wouldn’t. Because that is such a trivial and insignificant reason to want to spend an insane amount of mora”, Amane shakes his head. We walk deeper into the forest, not knowing where on Teyvat’s name we are going to. Erm-

“Um, where are we going?”, I turned to him.

“Give me your hand”, he held out his hand.

“Sure, where are we AaaaHHH-!”, I yelped as he grabbed a hold of me, and we went into the air. I gripped onto him so tight as we soared through the air, “heh, there’s no need to be nervous. I’m just taking you to a vantage point”.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hand moved to my lower back and waist. I could see the design of his hat behind his back as the wind gushed and fueled our flight. “Oh Archons, Oh Archons, we are flying. I’m flying. YOU are flying. You better not drop me, or I swear, I will have Nahida tear you to shreds if I can’t!”, I squeaked.

“Relax, as if I could ever drop you”, his tone sounded offended as I dipped my head into his neck holding onto dear life. I opened my eyes as we flew and admired the stars. Usually, the trees are massive to the point that it can be a little difficult to see the sky in certain parts of Sumeru. I fell in love with the view even as I clasped onto Amane. This truly is a gift. Even more, that my chest was fluttering. I begged internally that this would last longer. I’ve never been this close to Amane. His body is sturdy and lean. I lovingly sighed at the way he held me into him.

“We are here, listen to me. Hold onto me because I’m going to land, alright? Don’t do anything stupid, moron”, sure enough, I felt my feet touch the ground. I let go of Amane and I instantly felt empty.

Empty.

Empty and devoid of him.

I turned and saw the entirety of Sumeru and the shining lights of the festival we were just at.

“How is it? The scenery here should be breathtaking. There’s no need to thank me. I see little point in it”, he breathes out as he sits down on the hill. A tree that we are under as we overlook the beauty of Sumeru.

A tear ran down my cheek. I began to cry.

Amane jumped up as quick as he had sat down and came to me, “hey what’s with you?”

“I’m so upset that this is so beautiful. I’m upset that I had so much fun. I’m upset that this is all over. I’m upset…that I didn’t win that stupid cheap toy. How will I remember how much fun and happiness I felt with you tonight?”, I wept.

I could feel Amane grow silent and heard him take off his hat.

I wiped away my tears as I felt a small nudge against my arm. I sniffled and a small object was put into my hand. I blinked a few times so I could get a detailed view of what was in my hands. It was made of cloth and it had some limbs? I could feel that much.

I looked and it was a tiny doll. Not just some tiny doll, it looked like me. The same hair and the same colored clothes I wore. I looked to Amane and he was looking down as he tried his hardest to hide his face, “you made this…for me?”

A minuscule nod was barely made as he looked towards Sumeru’s golden lights. He looked up to me with the smallest of twinkles within his vulnerable eyes. “You told me you have one of your own…that looks like you. You made me one too?”, I breathed out.

“I…I’m not good at this. Yes. I did. I understand if you do-“, I tackled him as took him to the ground. He made a small ‘humph!’ sound.

*Amane’s POV*

“What gives?!”, I huff. I just decided to give them the doll and they decided to put me on the ground. What kind of thought process is going through-?

I look up and I’m frozen.

They are smiling so wide. The golden hue of the city decorating their face and their old tears as one fell on my cheek. The starry sky behind them as they had me pinned under them. The gentle breeze flowing through both of us as we just were here staring at one another.

I could never be as lovely as they are.

Ba-dump!

Ba-dump!

Ba-dump!

Just then, something took a hold of me. Inches to nothing between us.

I straightened myself up as they straddled me, the twinkle of the universe in their eyes as their cheeks flushed a vibrant red hue. I’ve been selfish as the previous version of myself. No disregard for the lives of others and I had vowed myself to start caring a smidge more. I vowed to not be as selfish even if I am the epitome of being a massive disgraceful persona. Right now though, I laughed at the world to forgive me for being selfish. However, I would beg for them to forgive me for my selfishness this time. Just this once.

I broke the distance and followed what human instincts I have even if I couldn’t possibly be one.

Even if every piece in me wanted to cower and run away this once.

Yet, I couldn’t dare tear myself away.

I gripped their lower back as I ran my hand to their neck and kissed them.

I’ve never been completely sure if anything I have ever done was right.

But this.

This was…right. This is right. They made a soft noise of surprise as I clashed into them. My hold on their body tight as their lips enveloped my own. So wet…kisses are so sweet though. This is…another taste I can acquire with just enough…just enough…I panted as I craved this taste even more. They whimpered as I bit their lip. Their hands scratching into my chest as they dug their nails into my black suit. My…heart is racing.

Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

I felt the slight flick of their tongue as they welcomed my own into their hot mouth.

Oh, Archons.

The smooth wet muscle dancing with my own. I sighed as they drank every ounce of me. I would definitely ravage the heavens if they took this from me. I would bring down the sky if they asked me to. I fought back as they pushed into me, tch, seriously. Who do they think they are? I grabbed their cheeks and broke our heavy kiss. They panted as their chest rose and fell.

“More than friends, huh?”, I chuckled.

The blush on their face and the half -lidded look they presented me with drove me insane.

“You…I- “, I ran a thumb down their wet bottom lip and my mouth watered.

They then leaned into the crook of my neck as they grabbed the doll they had set down.

“That’s a good way to end our first date”, I breathe out.

“Date?! This was a date?!”, they shrieked.

“Don’t tell me you seriously- “, I face palmed myself as I groaned. This idiot was oblivious the entire time! Why else would I take them out? Why else would I endure their idiotically cute- I mean, stupid shenanigans?! Archons help me.

They shyly mumbled, “I didn’t think you would like me in that sense. I’m…glad you do…I feel the same way. Thank you for everything. This was the best day of my life…Amane. I love you”, they confessed.

I think I might combust.

“Well. I’m glad this is a successful start to our courtship”

“C-Courtship?! As in marriage?!”

“Well duh. I’m not going to waste my time on anything other than that endgame in a relationship aspect of a partner”, I scoff.

They should’ve known. Either way, they are furiously blushing clutching onto their doll.

Idiot.

My idiot.

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The End.

[lilveeblog]

the butterfly effect

little!jj x cg!elle and cg!emily

jj’s bday at the zoo!

2k words

Elle hastily walked up to Emily’s desk and put down a leaflet.

“What’s this?” Emily asked. She picked it up, inspected it and smiled, “For Saturday?”

“I can book out the whole butterfly house and she can spend as long as she wants there,” Elle said.

“Perfect.” Emily agreed.

Saturday morning came around and JJ stretched as she began to wake up. Today was her birthday. She was so excited to spend her birthday with her favourite people. Elle had a surprise for her but she didn’t know what it was. She just knew that her little self was going to love it. Sitting up, she grabbed her bunny before throwing off the covers. Waddling across the hall, she sang a little birthday song to herself. She pushed open the door to Elle’s room and saw Emily and Elle curled up in bed together. She huffed before climbing across their legs to scoot into the middle. She sat up in the middle of the bed, grabbed the TV remote then turned on her favourite show in the entire world: Bluey.

“Jay?” Emily whispered softly, reaching an arm out.

“Bluey,” JJ replied, pointing to the happy blue dog on the large TV. Emily laughed before rolling over, closer to her birthday girl. She put her head in JJ’s lap and JJ laughed. She ran her fingers through her caregiver’s brunette hair and giggled at her show.

Not long after, Elle woke up and headed to the bathroom. Emily, fast asleep on JJ’s lap, didn’t notice the bed shift and neither did JJ, too engrossed with Bluey. Elle climbed back into bed and kissed JJ’s temple, causing a broad smile on her face.

“Happy Birthday, my little princess,” Elle whispered. JJ giggled and threw up her hands before cheering.

“Birthday!” Emily groaned and sat up before rolling over, causing the other two to laugh.

“Shall we go get birthday pancakes?” Elle asked, putting JJ’s blonde hair over her shoulder. JJ nodded and climbed out of bed.

“Pancakes?” Emily mumbled in her sleepy state.

The three got themselves comfortable in the car, JJ in the back with her headphones on. The journey was about two hours long and the caregivers hoped their little one could nap.

“Mama, when we gon be there?” JJ shouted.

“In about two hours,” Emily replied.

“Nuff time watch movie?” JJ shouted again.

“Why don’t you try nap baby?” Elle suggested, watching the blonde through the mirror.

“Nuh uh, movie,” JJ mumbled. She slid her paci in her mouth before pressing play on the film. The caregivers hoped she could still get some decent rest whilst she was watching it. Even if she doesn’t necessarily nap, she can relax.

The morning had been quite hectic. With friends visiting, dropping off presents, opening of presents, pancakes and toys! JJ had had a blast already; Elle and Emily hoped the day would only continue to be great for their birthday girl.

Not even halfway through the journey, JJ was fast asleep. With her head resting on her hand, her blonde hair fell in front of her face and little whimpers escaped her ajar mouth as she dreamed.

“Baby girl,” Elle whispered softly, stroking JJ’s cheek. They’d parked up at the zoo and whilst Emily got the baby’s bag sorted, Elle worked on waking up the sleeping beauty.

“Mama,” JJ whimpered, still half asleep.

“It’s time to wake up princess, we’re here.” At those words, JJ’s eyes shot open and her face exploded with a smile.

“Here!” JJ gasped. She jumped from her seat to see where they were. “The ZOO!” She practically jumped into Elle’s arms in glee. “I LOVE THE ZOO!” She cheered. Elle and Emily couldn’t help but cheer along.

“Put these on sweetheart, then we can go in,” Emily held up the reigns but JJ frowned and crossed her arms.

“No need them,” she huffed. She just wanted to go in and explore! She wanted to see all the animals, not be tied to her silly caregivers who walk too slowly.

“Jay,” Emily warned, raising her eyebrows at her.

“Nooo,” JJ cried, stomping her feet. “You too slow!” She didn’t want it.

“Okay, okay,” Elle said. She put her hands on JJ’s shoulders and made sure the little one was looking at her.

“Maaaaa,” JJ whined, looking at her caregiver.

“None of this,” Elle shook her head. “You’re going to put them on. I don’t care how slow we are. You are our little one and we have to keep you safe. You’re excited and will run off.

“No no no,” JJ shook her head.

“Okay then, back in the car,” Elle said. JJ cried loudly at that. “Are you going to put them on and listen?” Elle asked.

JJ thought for a moment, her arms crossed and face foul, “Fine.”

Emily stepped forwards and helped her put them on, clasping it at the front. “No more of this attitude either,” she reminded her, tapping her nose. JJ scrunched up her face and huffed.

“Seriously Jay, do you want to go home?” Elle asked, crossing her arms.

“Noo! I want go animals,” she mumbled, pointing at the zoo.

“Then I suggest you take a few deep breaths and calm down. We aren’t taking a little girl with attitude into the zoo. Birthday or not.” Elle made sure she had her keys and phone before taking JJ’s hand. JJ sighed and before she could take another step, wrapped her arms around Elle’s waist. Elle stopped and hugged her girl back.

“Sorry ma,” JJ mumbled into Elle’s neck.

“Thank you, baby. I just need you to think about what you’re doing.”

They got into the zoo with no more hiccups and managed to even convince JJ to try on the toilet before they went too far.

“What first angel?” Emily asked, making sure she had a good grip on the reigns as JJ excitedly looked around her. Her whole body bounced up and down in anticipation as she decided which way she wanted to go.

“Elepants!” She declared. She began towards the sandy enclosure and her caregivers followed. Elle kept an eye out for their friends who were meeting them at the zoo, ready for a meal at the penguin bridge restaurant later on in the afternoon. After the meal, they were heading to the butterfly house which Elle had specifically hired for the afternoon - allowing her little one to have all the free reign she likes.

Later that day, the group of three headed into the Penguin Bridge Restaurant and were greeted by their teammates.

“Friends!” JJ cheered, jumping into Derek’s open arms. He spun her around before she leaned backwards into Garcia who caught her. Elle and Emily greeted everyone too whilst the birthday girl was passed around the group.

“Let’s sit! What’s the little one drinking?” Dave asked, putting his hand on JJ’s back as she sat in the chair at the top of the table.

“Pink Milk!” JJ cried.

“Inside voices please, Jay,” Emily warned, giving her girl a stern look.

“Pink milk, please,” JJ said, using her inside voice. Emily rolled her eyes and Elle went to speak to the waitress.

After the meal, the group headed towards the butterfly house. JJ had been begging to go all day but Elle had been putting it off for this moment. JJ skipped, holding Penelope’s hand. She was rambling to her about all the butterflies she knew. Garcia was nodding along pretending to know what she was on about.

JJ ran in as soon as the butterfly house was in sight and was in awe. The little creatures flying around captivated her imagination.

“They’re like fairies!” Hotch said, putting an arm around JJ’s shoulder as she took in the sights in front of her.

“No dada,” JJ mumbled, pushing off. “They're butterfies!” she cheered and ran into it but Elle grabbed her wrist quickly before she could go any further.

“Mama!” JJ whined loudly.

“One second, just a few rules,” Elle laughed. JJ huffed. “You have to be quiet in here okay, working voices please. We also need to make sure you’re super gentle with them. We’re going to let you explore but you’re not allowed to leave the butterfly house. If you do, we’ll be going straight home. Okay?”

“Okay mama, I go nowwww,” she tugged her arm and Elle let her go. Instantly, she ran over to the bridge.

There was a little silver stream flowing under the wooden bridge with lilypads floating across it. The bright lights from the sun, shining through the glass roof, created rainbow reflections on the water, attracting more butterflies. JJ hung over the side of the bridge and dipped her fingertips in the chilling water. It brushed past her pink nails, causing her to giggle and watch the water move around her. She gasped softly at the goldfish swimming past her too and she followed them under her feet and to the other side.

A flash of yellow caught her attention and she glanced up from the shimmering river. On the pink flower in front of her, stood a butterfly with bright, proud yellow wings. Black lined the outer edge of the wing and white spots were dotted across it. Jj admired it before it flew off. Excited, JJ followed it, only to be stopped by the sight of a purple hairstreak. It landed on the trees abundant with leaves beside her. Holding her breath, she leaned closer. The wings were scattered with purple glitter and she smiled, in awe at the beauty of nature. A purple Emperor landed beside it, his wings were covered in a vibrant purple, just like the flowers hidden under the trees and JJ truly was astonished.

Her entire childhood was spent researching, collecting and wanting to know more and more about the fragile creatures but her mother never allowed it. However, now, in the greenhouse full of life, beauty and fluttering insect angels, she felt at home. In her little element.

Continuing to explore, JJ found some stepping stones over the same stream. Giggling she jumped across them as three butterflies chased each other around her body. She skipped through the human-high flowers and plants, running her hands through the greenery. Completely in her own little world, her caregivers and friends watched on. As the sun began to set over the greenhouse, the orange and pink sky paintings reflected on her blonde hair as it swung through the plants and flowers. Butterflies landed on her hand, her arms and her feet when she stood still - as if they knew how much JJ cared for them and loved them. She was a butterfly person; she was the butterfly person.

Half an hour before the zoo closed, the zookeeper came in and announced the closing of the butterfly house for the night. Disappointment flooded JJ but with Garcia’s quick promise to bring her back super soon, the tired girl clung to Elle’s hand as they headed towards the gift shop. Emily bought her birthday girl a ‘raise your own butterfly’ kit whilst each of the team bought her a different butterfly teddy. These teddies, in partnership with butterfly conservation, all came with a special sponsorship of their own butterfly as well as an information card for each. JJ was in awe and felt so grateful to have such amazing friends. However, the long day was creeping up on her.

The group stood outside the gift shop saying their goodbyes. Hotch clipped some human sized butterfly wings to the back of JJ’s t-shirt and she giggled before climbing up onto Derek’s back.

“Oh my, Derek there’s a butterfly on your back!” Emily teased, taking a picture of the cute moment.

“A sleepy butterfly,” Elle chuckled. She put some hair behind JJ’s ear and JJ sent them all a soft smile before putting her head down on Derek’s shoulder. He carried her back to the car where Elle slid the wings off her back, got the pink reigns off and then together, they got her in her seat.

Elle’s hand rested on Emily’s leg as they drove towards the sunset. The birthday girl slept softly in the back, dreaming of butterflies.

[jackgoodfellow]

🎵 Get in the water. 🎵

An excerpt from an OC animatic I'm working on! Poor Kuruk!! He'll be fine! Probably.

Video description under cut:

A short video with no audio, showing 12 illustrations in a roughly animated sequence:

A muscular native man with short hair is shown in shades of purple, looking behind himself in a panic. (His name is Kuruk.) Behind him is a blank 3-way mirror. Behind that is a shifting black void.

Kuruk backs up and the mirror becomes larger until he is small and cast in its shadow, still looking over his shoulder. As he gets close to the mirror, 3 distinct reflections appear, one in each panel, all with their back towards him.

On the left panel, a young smiling man with a long braid is dressed in a wedding white military suit and holding the hand of a lace-clad figure who does not fit in the mirror panel. He has a lily in his hair and is shown is highly saturated bright colors.

In the middle panel, a knight in spotless shining white armor with a feathered red plume on his helmet is holding up two swords, crossed above his head in an X. The swords are dripping with blood.

On the right, a large figure in dark armor clenches his fist and looks away as though in shame.

In the next frame, the glass of the mirror begins to crack as all three figures turn around to face towards the camera.

In the left panel, the young man in his wedding outfit bangs on the glass, cracking it with his fist. He is screaming at Kuruk as though begging for help, desperate and crying. His long hair is down and messy. The lily in his hair is wilted. He is alone.

In the middle, the white knight appears to be emerging from the bounds of the mirror, menacingly reaching towards Kuruk from behind, the red plume of his helmet flowing up like fire. The white knight is covered in blood stains now, and the slit in his helmet for his eyes glows red. The metal grate over the mouth part of his helmet also glows red from a light source within.

On the right, the figure in dark armor is facing towards the camera, but his head is still turned down and to the side. He is wearing a mask under his open-faced helmet. He holds two blood stained swords crossed over each other in an X that rests up against his own neck.

In the next frame, the mirror panels swing open and distort as the White Knight bursts forth in a huge monstrous form to grab Kuruk in its massive claws. The grate of the helmet opens into jagged metal teeth with a hellish red light coming from the mouth. It appears to be smiling cruelly. Kuruk looks shocked as he grabs at his neck, trying to keep from choking. Glass all over the mirror is cracking more and more.

At the same time, the image of the young man on the left becomes distorted and corrupted, and the man in dark armor in the right panel holds the same pose except now the mask beneath his helmet is the face of a skull.

In the next frame, the side panels of the mirror open wide enough that they swing behind the middle panel, which distorts and inflates even more as the monster knight becomes bigger, sharper, and rougher looking. The plume of feathers now looks like a roaring flame. The monster opens its mouth and holds Kuruk up to it with a look of glee. The other reflections are too dark and distorted to be clear. From this angle, Kuruk's face is not visible.

In the next frame, the mouth of the creature opens into a massive gaping maw of jagged metal teeth surrounding a swirling red vortex inside its throat. The creature feeds Kuruk into its mouth as Kuruk's hand reaches out uselessly for help, his legs kicking at nothing.

In the next frame, the panels of the mirror begin to swing closed again, except now every panel shows a swirling red vortex behind metal bars, split along a jagged horizontal line, as though the monster has closed its teeth into a prison on all sides.

The mirror folds in on itself to become a single dark gray panel that distorts in shape until the final frame in which it becomes a cracked gravestone with "R.I.P." scrawled on it, poking out of an abstract patch of overgrown grass in the swirling void. On either side, a stem of lilies grow. In front of the tombstone, Kuruk's forearm sticks up out of the grass, open hand stiff with tension, as though reaching.

Fade to black. End video description.

[justasecretflower]

Reader keeps Ben Drowned’s heart healed by Christ, and Ben Drowned is no longer malevolent spirit anymore. He is purified, and Ben Drowned was like Link, and Reader was like Zelda. Reader is Ben Drowned’s favorite person, Reader is like Ben Drowned’s savior and light, Also what about later on, Ben Drowned have to leave Reader towards heaven, Ben Drowned does becoming an angel and have to leave earth forever. ✝️🥀

Thanks for the request🤍

🥀+ ✝️ Ben drowned! Going to heaven 💕 invisible string

Ben x Zelda! Princess! reader

~angst.

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The gentle melodic rhythm of the flute plays as I press the keys, Ben looking up at me with his eyes sparkling. Ever since ben had gotten saved and the vengeance from his soul washed away he’s been tucked in a quiet forest. With me visiting him whenever I can escape royal duties. The sun peeking through the trees, animals going up to the both of us to greet us and stay for a little bit, the butterflies flying around majestically, everything was peaceful.

Ben smiled, letting out a small laugh. Leaning against me. In a way we found comfort within each other. Talking about our past experiences, learning how to accept them and find peace. My blue dress sparkled in the dewy sun and my jewelry glittered and shone. “Ben how are you feeling?” I ask, leaning back on him and reaching a palm out for a dove to land on. “At peace.” Ben’s blue eyes glowed, no longer having the blacked out eyes and instead oceanic blue ones like the ones he had when he was living. Ben pet the bird with a finger, speaking up. “Where do you find yourself in 5 years y/n?”

I think. There’s not much of a purpose for me, really. I’m a princess and I’ll get married , have children, and then die. “Married off.” I mumble, petting the soft dove as my mind fills up with thoughts about my undeniably bland future. Ben frowns a little “will you love him?” He asks. “It doesn’t matter.” I say, and it doesn’t. As long as we’re semi good to each other it won’t matter. “I think it’s important that you love him.” Ben mumbles.

I hum in agreement. Taking a daisy gently in my hand.

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I laugh loudly, feeling the glee fill my body up and warming me. “Ben!” I yell. Ben, who is now swinging on a random tree branch and scuffing up his hands.

Ben giggles. Hoping down with an infectious smile plastered on his youthful face. We settle down near a log. “Hey y/n…” Ben says, his voice etched with a whimsical tone, like he was so far away yet so close. “Hey Ben” I reply back, a smile still on my face.

“I’m crossing over to heaven soon.” Ben admitted. My heart tore in two; one part significantly bigger than the other. Ben was such a huge part of my life, I thought he’d always be here, his laugh in the trees, his footprints in the earthy, rich soil, his cheery voice comforting the merciful birds and the most aggressive of bears. I thought we’d stay the same forever, but youth slips through the fingers of many, no matter how tight you grip.

A tear slips down my face but I don’t even feel it, my body feeling the hurt before my brain processed it. “Not soon actually; today.” Ben almost whispered. Time was a scary thing. It’s so hard to obtain yet so easy to loose. We all want to stop it, but it never listens. In theory, time, is the most vicious thing of all.

He stood up straight, his ivory skin getting haloed by a white glow. I reach out for him, wishing that the clock could rewind backwards, that I could know him before death claimed him. “Come back” I whisper, my emotion, my thoughts, my heart lodged in my throat, like an invisible chain wrapped around my neck and was tied impossibly tight. “I hope you find what you’re looking for y/n” “I’m looking for you. Always, during the day, the afternoon, the night under the milky stars, in every life, of every second.” I plea, my voice breaking.

He was my best friend, a brother I never had, a half of my heart I thought I’d never have. I felt our invisible string teether with each passing moment that the glow got brighter. Ben teared up as well. “I couldn’t tell you before, I wanted our last moments together to be of ignorant bliss.” I feel dizzy, his body was almost fully turned into white glowing butterflies. Butterflies, their transformation similar to bens. From wishing everyday that he could be braver, to wishing everyday he could be dead, to wishing everyday he could be alive, to..peace, beautiful, warm peace.

“Keep your head up, y/n” Ben echoed.

“as time slips through your fingers enjoy the warmth of every peaceful moment, love the peace, and find the sun in the storm.”

Our invisible string, finally broke, tears slipped down, as I grasped at the glowing white butterflies, flying higher.

Im so bad at writing angst I can’t do it 💀

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