#anyway i had realizations... (i unfortunately kin him)

[c0riiander]

taking my aizawa doodles out of their cage

[singdreamchild]

The Banshee and the Goth || Cassius & Regan

TIMING: Pre-Goo LOCATION: Eluria Cemetery PARTIES: Cassius (@singdreamchild) & Regan (@kadavernagh) SUMMARY: Regan senses something off in a crypt and decides to investigate. Cassius has to devise a series of clever lies to keep his secret.

Of course, nearly as soon as Regan managed to fix her necklace, the nights started bringing in a chill and, just like that, she was back in the coat. She detested the thing and probably should have been inside right now anyway, but duty called. Eluria’s sprawling mist welcomed her, and even reminded her a little of the fog that had sometimes rolled in over the moors outside of Saol Eile. Ethereal, almost, and somehow more delicate than the flower arrangement in her hands – one of Conor’s, full of white carnations and orchids. 

Martha William’s autopsy had not gone as planned, and unfortunately, Eleanor had been there to witness that. But even if it had been unremarkable, not a single worm at all, Regan still would have had a reason to pay respects: the woman had died with no next of kin, and even her friends and neighbors had little to say about her. Regan tried not to attend funerals; people scarcely invited their deceased loved one’s forensic pathologist anyway. But every once in a while, she wanted to leave something for someone who would have had no one else to do. 

Finding the grave wasn’t challenging. The real issue was everything else, every other trace of death, vying for her attention. She was experienced at tuning out what she needed to, but it wasn’t only the buried she felt. There was something off. Death closed its fist around her and pulled her toward the ornate stone entrance of the crypt. Something about it felt different from all the old bones in these grounds. It was wrong, almost – twisted. Like what she felt around Metzli. Regan’s hair prickled at the thought but her feet commanded her forward, inside.

The damp smell of earth tickled her nose and she squinted into the darkness, using her phone to light the way. Oddly, there was a lit candle, too, like someone had just been here. “Hello?” Dead or alive, she expected a response.

A single candle lit the crypt that Cassius used to read with. He had been feeling the holiday spirit, and decided to re-read Dracula by Brahm Stoker. A bit on the nose, but what could he say? He was a sucker for the classics. The crypt itself was small. A simple one-room with the coffin in the middle of the room, and a little stone bench on the far side of the room. Cassius sat on the bench, candle on top of the headrest to his right. He had heard her before he’d seen her, the woman opened the crypt and shone a light directly at him, and Cassius found himself frozen in place. There was no getting out of this one, she caught him red-handed. Dammit, he really needed to get himself out of there.

He stared at Regan like a deer caught in headlights for a long moment, book in hand. “I, uh…” he frowned, realizing he didn’t have a good excuse at the ready for why he was there. “Was just reading with Linda, here.” He spoke, hoping his gothic attire would more than explain himself and why he was there. He pointed to the tomb in the center of the room, which bore the name ‘LINDA LORELEI LINDEMAN JUN 4 1908- AUG 26 1989. BELOVED WIFE AND MOTHER’ on the placard before the stone tomb. “Do you know her?” He asked, raising a brow, curious as to why she decided to open a tomb that he had been careful to be silent around in the first place. 

None of his things were out save for the book in his hands and the candle burning behind him. A backpack was in the corner, the only sign that he was living out of the crypt. Luckily, he had put a lot of his things into storage the day before. Otherwise, she would have walked into what was clearly a man living in a crypt. He placed a bookmark in between the pages and closed the book, then looked toward the woman expectantly.

The light staring back at her had been unexpected, and as Regan’s eyes adjusted, the sharp contours of a person carved themselves out of the shadows. She was in the presence of more than the dead, and a stunned – but oddly delicate, well-mannered voice – made her straighten in surprise. She wasn’t sure which of the two of them found this to be more of an intrusion. The candlelight’s orange mixed with the bright light of her phone and she could see what appeared to be a book in his hand. Her eyes trailed down his arm and she realized, taking his whole body in, that he was clad entirely in black. Long, blond hair hung like curtains around his face and his eyes flickered with something. Embarrassment, maybe.

“Oh, um – I didn’t – I didn’t think – uh, you look comfortable. Or I suppose you were, before I showed up.” These were strange circumstances to have a conversation under, to be sure, but she wanted to understand his presence here. He may have been an odd man in a crypt at night, but he didn’t seem to be engaging in delinquent behavior; quite the opposite. And Regan was confident in her ability to handle almost anything, anyway. Humans could not harm her. He was stammering. Off guard. That would make him less likely to lie, she thought. “Do you read with the dead often?” Her eyes flicked to the plaque on the tomb, and she shook her head. “Not personally. Do you? Why her, and why here? Is she a relative of yours?” Maybe if she provided some information he’d be inclined to the same. “These flowers are for someone else, also buried here. I was, um, distracted, and came in. I can’t say I was expecting to see someone reading.” She tried to angle her head to see the spine of the book, but she couldn’t tell what it was. Given the choice of attire, poetry would have been apt. “Someone might think you were engaging in illegal activities, you know.”

Her light swept across the wall behind the man and something, like a big rock, became visible. No, not a rock. A backpack. Regan’s brow wrinkled, and she flashed her light back toward the man. Wait. Was he? “Is that a backpack? Did you take something from here? Are you robbing graves?” The word graves echoed through the crypt, dust raining from the corners of the stone ceiling, before the vibration ceased. Regan forced herself to clamp down, deny feeding her suspicions. They might not be correct. And even if they were, she couldn’t scream a graverobber to his own death, fitting though it would be. The flowers scrunched in her hand. Her eyes narrowed, trying to read intentions in the dark. “I am here for Linda, after all, actually.” 

Feeling rather uncomfortable under the woman’s gaze, Cassius shifted his weight on the bench. “Why yes, I was rather comfortable, thanks.” He responded, placing his book to the side. He frowned at her sudden line of questioning. He didn’t owe her any explanation, and yet he was suddenly compelled to do all in his power to keep her from discovering his secret. That he fucking lived in this crypt and had been for the past ten years. Of course he was embarrassed about it, he was a walking stereotype that deserved to be gawked and laughed at. A vampire. Living in a crypt. Of course he did, along with every other bloody stereotype that walked the planet about vampires. He sighed, closing his eyes for a comment as he realized she wasn’t going to go quietly, not until she was satisfied, anyway.

“I read with the dead often, yes. I find it quite calming.” He answered smoothly, recovering from any embarrassment he once had. If she was going to question him, then he would provide answers. “I don’t know Linda, no. I just find that she’s got a good crypt to read in. And everyone deserves company now and again, even in death. He points to the bouquet of flowers he left for her. Chrysanthemums, a flower that symbolized death. “No one ever suspects the goth in the graveyard, do they?” He quipped back, rolling his eyes. He looked to the flowers in her hands, suspecting she knew nothing about what they meant like he did. No one ever understood the language of flowers these days.

Then the accusations started. Of course, all goths were deliquents and up to something. God forbid he actually enjoy the peace and quiet of a graveyard that was being rather rudely interrupted. His eyes turned to narrowed slits as he slowly rose to his feet and walked over to the backpack. He knelt down and opened it, dumping its contents. A leatherbound journal, several pens, a folder full of homework, a folded up hat, sunglasses, a pair of black gloves, a laptop and its charger, all spilled out in front of her. “There. Satisfied?” Cassius rose back up to his feet, leaving the contents of his backpack out for her to see. “I’m something of an insomniac. When I can’t sleep, I come here to read or work on grading.” He realized he didn’t owe her any explanation, not after her accusing him of grave robbing. “Now if you have any other rude accusations you would like to throw my way, you have my wrapt attention.” 

Regan liked to think she was good at reading the intent of others. Whether it was true was a matter of debate. Despite his too-comfortable presence in a stranger’s mausoleum at night, and despite the sheer wrongness radiating from him in waves, he didn’t strike her as being guilty of any wrongdoing here. Other questions filled the gap left by suspicion. Could it really be as simple as him wanting to read in a crypt? Could those flowers truly be a kind offering to the dead? Regan scanned the emptied remains of his backpack, contents strewn out in the beam of her flashlight, and she found nothing objectionable. 

“I am rarely satisfied. Rude, though, perhaps. It’s bad for your eyes, you know, reading in the dark.” She gestured to the candle. “That’s not enough.” Something like amusement rose up inside of her when she saw the laptop and charger. “And I expect you weren’t planning on plugging that in anywhere in here.” Regan set her own flowers down for now, indicating that she was in no hurry. The mention of grading made something click in her skull. Goth, grading. There was someone in town who fit the bill, though for all she knew, maybe there were multiple. “You wouldn’t happen to be that teacher who I thought to be teaching classes on goth, are you? The one whose ankles I still have yet to see.” And as her eyes drifted down, she noted that pants currently covered them. Foiled again. 

“What, you want me to tell you that I’m a dead man walking? A zombie? A vampire? A ghost?” He finally put the book down, waving his hands in the air. “I’m a weirdo who likes reading in low light.” Cassius stared over at the candle, then shrugged. “Even if it hurts my eyes a little from straining to see. It’s part of the ambience.” She spoke, and he let out a huff. “Yeah, I can see that,” he muttered to himself as he all but let go of the idea of reading. “No, I wasn’t. I was grading until it died. Pulled the charger out with the laptop, was too lazy to put the cord away.” He answered simply, though began to realize that answering these questions was becoming more pain than they were worth. 

The vampire stared at the strange woman for a long moment, watching as her gaze flitted to his covered ankle. Cassius smirked at that, of course the woman from the internet was left wanting. He raised a brow at her, then quickly lifted his pant leg to reveal black socks covering his ankle. “It’s never that simple, I’m afraid. I still require money if you want to see my ankles.” He lowered his pant leg and stared at the woman with an icy gaze. “Why are you grilling me with so many questions, anyway? You are also in a graveyard after dark. You also look like you could belong to the living dead. I’m simply minding my own business. Something you could do yourself.”

“Well, are you?” Regan looked coolly at the man. Zombies were ridiculous. Ghosts were surely not what people believed them to be. But vampires… there were Metzli’s claims, Jade’s supposed duty, and she was willing to open her mind the tiniest bit more to consider that she might be in the presence of someone weird, who might at least call themselves a vampire. Or they were a goth tryhard. Goths liked vampires, didn’t they? The idea of them? Dark, brooding. It was clear he didn’t wish to answer any more questions though – he seemed to be attempting to get rid of her, which was fair enough if she had interrupted his work, or reading, or… something. She tilted her head as his hand reached down to his legs, his ankles, and – no, socks. Tall ones. Of course. She turned away like she didn’t care. “Your ankles probably aren’t good enough for my money. If I am paying to see ankles, they had better be exceptional.” He was tall, though – boney. The kind of man who, all things considered, was likely to have fine ankles. Was the reverse psychology working? (That was all psychology was good for, really, convincing strange men in crypts to bear their ankles for free.)

Oh, he was turning this back on her now? She gestured to the flowers, then decided to pick them back up a little defensively. “I told you, I brought them here for someone.” She fixed an errant petal back into place. Decided he could have a little more than that, a drip. “She does not have anyone to mourn her. And while I’m not exactly fit to do so, I think every decedent deserves some flowers on their grave, don’t you?” Her nose wrinkled at the term living dead. “Just say that I look dead. That, at least, would be a compliment and not a contradiction.” Regan still didn’t understand what this man was, exactly, why his presence felt warped, but she at least assessed that he wasn’t a threat to anyone buried here. He seemed surprisingly respectful, actually. Regan sighed, deliberating. She decided she trusted him enough to get back to what she was doing. “I will leave you be, only because I have my own matters to attend to. But don’t be surprised if I stop by again to check on you. And inform me if you decide to display your ankles for free. There’s an app for that, I think.” 

“If I was, what would you do?” Cassius asked the woman with a scrutinizing gaze. “We share the same goal, you and I. Respect and care for those who have passed on. I spend time among the graves here because I wouldn’t want to be alone in the dark. They deserve to be cared for, just like any others. I read here because I feel at home here.” Cassius gave the woman a curious once over. “Yes, I am a vampire.” He finally told her. Deciding she could do what she wanted with the information, it wasn’t like he’d be here again for her to find him. He was already working on finding a home.  “Everyone deserves flowers. They deserve to be read to, to spend time with. Just because they’re dead does not mean that their memories must be forgotten.” He let out an internal sigh of relief as she decided to leave him be. Finally, he could be left alone. “I will not, nor have I ever displayed my ankles for free.” Cassius decided, letting out an exasperated huff. “Have a good evening.” He called out to her as she turned to leave. “And don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” he mumbled as he turned the page of his book.

[chibigaia-art]

finished the game & the dlc :]

- aglaya’s "let’s run away this is all fake anyway" vs daniil’s "when I look at you, I get the feeling that nature is playing jokes on us. It's as if both the left and the right hand have clutched the head to realize for the first time that they are two parts of a single whole “

- speaking of daniil 🥺👍 fucking idiot

- that part where you go to an outpost and the changeling is there and tells you “btw, guards are gonna come out, so maybe run away?” was so damn scary. the moment you try to leave the outpost and out of the fog, in every direction, soldiers appear,, wah,

- chose the diurnal ending, so I let them destroy the polyhedron! probs gonna reload the save and go back to get the nocturnal ending too, just to see

- unfortunately didnt save any of his friends so this was a pretty sad view

- holding back from ranting abt daniil so im just posting my fave parts of the conversation with him because like. I do love the different tones you can use

- i completely skipped and missed the Kin quest so I couldn’t save them from the termitary??? and aspity died because uh yeah. destroyed the polyhedron, the earth bleeding etc etc,,, there really cant be a good ending for both the town and the kin, which is p cool but also man I am pissed that I missed that quest, so I’ll have to,,, play the entire thing again. at some point.

- my kids........... putting a photo of them in a frame and hanging it on a wall or something

- I’m guessing the ending cutscene changes depending what you choose in the last conversation with Mark (or. well. what you do after it since yeah, the dialogue is meaningless)? I chose to walk out of the theatre but anyway. Pretty cool closing conversation, I love the meta narrative in this game, it makes me insane

- MARBLE NEST TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it’s cool that’s all I have to say about it, I already remembered p well the video by Codex Entry about it so it was nothing new or surprising, but I still enjoyed walking around the town and using the snappy Bachelor responses, as well as the last conversation with the Executor, as well as the little sidequest where the tragedian tells you to have heart and you literally bring them an heart. town jester moment

anyway incredible game, 10/10, I could never recommend it to anyone, I had a shit time going through it, and yet it was one of the most immersive stories I’ve played. I will probably play it once more in the future, but for now I’ll be waiting and crossing my fingers for the Bachelor route

[prettytragcdies]

bryan has died. (for scarlett)

Tell my muse that someone has died for their reaction. // mischiefxmanagcd

"Bryan has died." Those might not have been Sue Ellen's exact words, but any further information about how he'd died suddenly in his sleep from an apparent aortic aneurysm and been found by his landlord the next morning after failing to turn in his keys before he was scheduled to leave town had fallen on deaf ears. Bryan was gone. He was gone, and he wasn't ever coming back. Other than completely stunned, Scarlett had no idea how she was supposed to feel when she could barely even process those three simple, little words. "No." The single syllable protest slipped off her tongue before she even realized she'd spoken it. None of this made any sense. It had to be some sort of a mistake, but out of everyone in her life, she knew deep down that her mother was the least likely to tell her something that wasn't actually true. Unfortunately, that didn't make attempting to wrap her head around the whole thing any easier. "I just saw him the other day. We said everything we needed to say -- or at least I thought we had anyway -- and he was perfectly fine when I left." Well, as fine as a man could be when the woman he loved had just broken up with him and was only at his place to say her final goodbye and get the proper closure they both needed anyway. Little did either one of them know at the time, but that short and sweet visit would ultimately turn out to be the last conversation they'd ever have and the most permanent of goodbyes. "It's possible he didn't even know there was anything wrong. I know it's not much comfort, but from what I understand, it was quick, and he didn't feel any pain." Sue Ellen wasn't family or Bryan's next of kin, so the only reason she'd manage to get as much information as she had from the person on the other end of the line was because of the Ewing name. Of course he hadn't felt any pain, because Scarlett was feeling more than enough for the both of them and then some right now. It'd all been thrown onto her, and the weight was so heavy that she felt like she might suffocate from the whole thing at any minute. "He thought I hated him. He died thinkin' I couldn't stand him, all because of some stupid business deal. This is all my fault." Tears were finally beginning to flow freely down cheeks that now wore the color of her name. Memories of the past couple of months had come flooding back, as if they wanted to take this opportunity to laugh in her face for all the unncessary heartache she'd caused him. Without another word, Sue Ellen pulled her daughter into her arms, holding her close as guilt ridden and heart wrenching sobs wracked the younger woman's body. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind Scarlett's ear, she quietly reminded her that none of what had happened was her fault and everything was going to be okay. How exactly, she had no idea, but no matter what, they'd get through this tragedy together as a family, just like the Ewings always did. After what felt like an eternity and with no more tears left to cry, Scarlett eventually pulled back and composed herself, returning to her perfect ladylike mode with almost the simple flick of a switch. Sue Ellen mentioned something about getting some rest, and she was too exhausted and numb to do anything but agree. Stretching out on the living room sofa, she curled up underneath the blanket that had just been draped over her, closing her eyes, despite the fact that all she saw each time was everything that could have been, had their life together not become such a twisted, fucked up mess. The worst part of it all, though? After the positive test she'd received earlier that morning, there'd been a real possibility that they'd just bonded themselves together for the rest of forever. Unfortunately, whether or not the discovery would've or even could've honestly saved what was left of their relationship no longer mattered and would never be known. What was it they said about how once one life ended, a new life was born?

[merv606]

I never felt this got the answer it deserved and always intended to come back to it.

I was reminded of it recently when someone liked it.

I changed some things - Robby is a baby and I pictured them more circa after KK3 era - with Daniel being maybe 25ish, give or take.

“Sweetheart, I have something important to ask you.”

Daniel doesn’t make a fuss and Terry knew, without even really needing to ask, that Daniel would look after the boy, until they figured out what to do.

Although Terry already knows what will be done.

Still, he asked.

“Can you look after Robby for a few days?!”

“What happened?” Instant worry on Daniel’s face, which is something Terry hates to see, something he is loathe to be the actual cause of, but in this case, it is a necessary evil. The ends will justify the means.

“Terry?” He asks, when his husband doesn’t answer. It’s not the first time he’s stepped in for such a thing, in Robby’s young life, but normally it’s been a night here and there, and Terry said days.

“The boy’s father met an unfortunate accident,” an accident that Terry may be responsible for but, he can live with that, easily. Especially when he knows he is giving Daniel something he wants. He can live with it so long as Daniel never finds out how their eventual son came to them anyway.

“Is he okay?”

“It’s not good, sweetheart. I have my lawyers trying to contact any possible family.”

Terry had put up with Mr. Lawrence’s poor behaviour at work, his clear drinking problem, but it was only his visibly pregnant wife that had Terry keeping him around in the first place.

He saw the way Daniel lit up around kids. How they would swarm him at the company’s Christmas party and how much Daniel loved it. How he looked forward to any company outing with families.

He saw the overjoyed look at his boy’s face as he was handed the Lawrence baby at a recent company event, the small frown when he realized it was so Johnny could go have a drink.

They had actually taken the boy home for the first time that night. Johnny had passed out drunk, his already well known problem exasperated by his wife’s unfortunate passing in giving Robby life.

Any qualms Terry may have had about setting the plan in motion were doused after that.

Especially when he saw his boy with the baby in his arms later that night, singing him to sleep, the joy and love on his face before laying him gently into the bassinet they had Margaret run out to pick up. The near reverence Daniel had on his face as Terry came to stand next to him, watching the sleeping child himself for a few minutes before ushering Daniel to bed.

Now it would just be permanent.

Besides, neglect like that would only turn to something else.

They could give the child a much better life.

A week passes, and Terry breaks the news that they cannot locate anyone next of kin.

“They both had no siblings, and her parents want nothing to do with the child,” he explained, not after the money Terry paid them off with anyway, “and Johnny’s stepfather really has no claim,” or want for the child of the stepson he never wanted in the first place.

“What happens to Robby then?” Daniel bites his lip, a common nervous tick of his, but Terry knows the wheels are already turning.

Before Terry can answer, a shrill wail, and a red faced Robby is brought in by the nanny.

While he wanted his boy to have a baby, wanted to tie Daniel to him in that way, he also made sure his boy’s attention can be his when needed.

Daniel takes him, Robby instantly calming.

“I wonder if he senses,” Daniel starts, looking to the older man.

Terry places a hand on his shoulder.

“I think he senses your distress more than anything. Go see if you can’t get him back down,” he leans down to place a quick kiss on those full pink lips.

Terry watches them leave before turning on his heel to find Margaret.

That night Daniel comes in tired, but oh so beautiful.

“He’s fussy, but I think I got him down,” he yawns.

Shrugging off his shirt and jeans, he grabs an old one of Terry’s, putting it on before quickly collapsing face down, Terry rubbing his back soothingly, although he is focused on the papers in front of him, signing his name when required.

After a few moments, Daniel climbs in bed proper, leaning against Terry’s side, his eyes getting heavier and heavier, his weight getting heavier and heavier against the older man.

Terry is expecting to have to put him to bed once he finishes his task, but suddenly a hand reaches out, staying Terry’s.

“Do…. What do you think about maybe adopting Robby?” he asks.

“You want that?” Terry responds, pretending like he doesn’t already know, like he didn’t plan this knowing this would be the exact outcome.

“I do,” he answers, hesitantly adding, “but do you?”

Daniel made peace that having Terry, this life, probably meant no children and while sad he knew he wanted Terry more. He couldn’t live without the older man.

But now, there may be a way for him to have both - to have it all.

He didn’t though, actually know the older man’s stance on them. He never bothered to ask, seeing as how he didn’t think it was an option.

“When have I denied you anything you wanted, sweetheart?”

“Terry, I’m being serious.”

“As am I.”

Terry lays the papers to the side, easily manhandling Daniel into his lap, easy enough in any circumstance for Terry to do but more so when Daniel clearly isn’t resisting.

“You were born to be a father,” Terry says, and it will be Daniel doing the rearing anyway, “and you need something to do.”

He has the bonsai shop, but works there sparingly, when permitted, and that alone was a hard won argument and still a bone of contention wth Terry.

His boy doesn’t need to work. Terry doesn’t see why he is wants to. He prefers knowing where he is, he prefers Daniel home.

“I have one condition.”

Daniel is curious. Wondering what it could be, Terry taking his hands in his.

“You are to stay at home with him.”

That was exactly what he wanted. The thought of leaving Robby when he didn’t want to, especially when have to just wasn’t sitting right with him. He wanted to be there for him, not miss one moment, but he was actually a bit nervous to tell Terry he wanted to stay home.

“You can have all the help you need but I would prefer one of his parents being here for him.”

Terry was raised by nannie’s himself, and while he would have no issues or qualms with them raising Robby, the thought of Daniel home in such a manner well, it’s part of why he did this in the first place.

“You know I will,” Daniel agrees, not even needing to think.

Terry tries to hide his smirk.

“It was actually what I wanted,” he says like it’s some kind of shameful secret. “I just didn’t know how to tell you. I was worried ….”

“Why,” Terry laughs, interrupting him, but he can’t help it. After all, Terry’s made no secret of his desire for his husband to be home.

Daniel groans now. He knew the older man wouldn’t object; would probably be elated.

“I just … I put up such a fuss about working ….”

“I know you did,” he chuckles, kissing Daniel’s nose.

Daniel wrinkles his nose, pouting slightly.

“It’s settled then.”

“Just like that,” Daniel asks, although it’s playful. He knows Terry will make it happen, whatever is needed.

When the older man wants something he never takes long in making it a reality, and when it comes to Daniel’s happiness, Terry is even quicker.

“Just like that.”

Daniel can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.

“You know that what my boy wants he gets.”

“We’re parents,” he finally allows himself to say, like he can’t believe it, leaning forward, his forehead gently touching Terry’s.

“We are,” Terry answers back, “and maybe they’ll be more to keep you busy.”

“A little girl would be perfect,” Daniel whispers, kissing his husband.

Gentle at first, but then large hands grip his boy’s ass, and Daniel whimpers, breaking the kiss on a breathy moan, feeling how hard Terry is for him already, and well, he quickly finds himself under his husband, Terry’s too large shirt ruched up, his boxer briefs long gone.

“Fuck me,” he breathes out, although Terry is already reaching for the lube.

“That what you want, baby?! My cock?!!”

“Yes,” he whimpers, slippery fingers already at his entrance as he cants his hips to give his husband easier access to what they both want.

“Gave you a child tonight and you still want more.”

“You’ll give me both.”

Daniel spreads his legs, and oh that sight will never not do things to Terry. Terrible, wonderful things for which he is willing to do both terrible and wonderful things.

Their son in the next room proof of that, as is the breathtaking beauty under him now, crying out gorgeously as Terry gives him what he asked for.

Always.

Thought of a au of married silverusso adopting Robby in sesson 1 because that boy needed a home and those two would be great parents to him and terry calling out Johnny for his bullshit parenting like he did in s5 full on think terry would have called out Johnny from the start and that why I love him so much I really need more of that in s6 I can’t just brush past the 17 years of abandoning johnny did to Robby I really can’t all because him and Miguel are step brother now and the new baby coming along that doesn’t make it any better

You know that is an absolutely adorable idea.

Terry and Daniel - an au where they’re a healthy couple - adopting Robby.

[funnel-webbed-au]

Sanctuary

Riley's Notes: A long time ago, I wrote a oneshot for Father's Day where Erlang Shen adopted Nezha. It's high time I rewrote it. Also, I project the general character arc of my actual dad onto Erlang Shen and y'all are gonna have to deal with that for as long as this blog exists. Welcome to projection central, bitches, where you'll find traits that I like/have/have met people with in every character that's here.

Nezha sighed as he crossed the threshold into the place he wished he could call home. There was no such luck, however, and although he frequented this place, he had no choice but to return to the Li palace every so often. It was a burden he wished he could shrug off.

Desperately so.

Erlang Shen closed the book he'd been reading, setting it on the end table next to his recliner. His visitor raised an eyebrow, confused, but followed the elder Deity anyway when he beckoned for Nezha to follow him.

"Nezha, my boy. I have prepared something that may catch your interest." The storm warden faltered, releasing a heavy sigh as his usually inviting smile disappeared into a hurt frown. "...I am well aware of your plight with your kin. What if I told you that they need not be your kin any longer?"

"...that's... a scandalous offer. Is it even legal?" Nezha swallowed, lowering his gaze to the floor as they approached Yang Jian's office, a space the elder Deity rarely allowed others into. Nezha jumped when he heard a soft chuckle from the war Deity in front of him.

"It was recently made legal, and I fought for it to become such in the courts for decades, my boy, and it was approved faster than I expected it to be. It didn't take sixty years, but I took the chance when I saw it... and it's become legal in a rather unfortunate time, what, with the Nazis running their course through Europe." Erlang Shen sighed. "It is a shame we are not allowed to intervene. My damned uncle would have us all crucified if we tried to help... but on a different note."

Yang Jian gestured for Nezha to sit across from him at the desk, and as the younger Deity did so, he noticed a sheet of paper alone on an otherwise clean desk. The first few lines of kanji made him raise an eyebrow. The following lines made his heart stop.

"...I... need to hear it from you." Nezha raised his head, swallowing nervously as he faced Erlang Shen, the man who would... who had presented the paperwork to permanently take him under his wings, right in front of him. He had some audacity, Nezha realized, and the two were more similar than they thought.

Erlang Shen released a soft chuckle. He could understand the younger Deity's disbelief. After all, one gets used to being mistreated after a certain point. It's only human, and after all, immortals still have human minds.

"If you sign here, the rest of the Li bloodline will no longer have any jurisdiction over you, and if you wish, you may drop your surname and take another in its stead. It is the final step to cutting them off, to cutting those that hurt you out of your life for good... and if you wish, to take my surname formally, the rest of Heaven will tread lightly in your shadow, as my authority is one of the most respected - and rightly feared - that any Celestial here has to offer."

Nezha stared at the sheet of paper as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. This was his out, right in front of him. He could take his freedom, or stay in that hell. He could see what the future might hold, or remain trapped in a hell that was familiar, and therefore easy to navigate...

Nezha gripped the quill on the desk firmly. No. He wasn't letting this opportunity slide. He knew that there were better places he could be, kinder people he could meet. He knew that there was more than this, more than the mistreatment he'd endured. He'd learned that from His Highness Erlang Shen, from Lady Guanyin, from Chang'E, and from Sun Wukokng, to name a few.

With a shaking hand, the Deity signed the document, and his inhibitions failed him only moments later. He'd never hugged anyone so fast before, nor with such force, and Erlang Shen barely moved from it, only adjusting to wrap his arms around his adopted son in return.

"Welcome home, my boy."

Nezha only produced a soft, exhausted whine. It was a testament to how much he dreaded what the future might hold, but anything was better than what he'd dealt with for most of his life up to this point. Anything was better.

He had a sanctuary now.

A real one.

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How competent is each Link based on your competency in the game?

So I saw a post from @telemna-hyelle, who credited this idea to @bllaaaaarrgh, who's original post I couldn't find. But this idea was too good to not do. "How competent is each Link based on your competency in the game?"

Hyrule: The Goddesses themselves had to interfere, not necessarily to get him through fights, but to get him enough rupees to afford potions, arrows, items, etc. Through divine time travel, he always picked the right rupee at the gambling game. He doesn't understand why no one else just does that to get rich quick. In his second adventure, he realized he could also time travel to redo fights and did so frequently. Very incompetent, but with divine intervention, anything is possible.

Legend: While competent in the land of Hyrule, in other countries Legend is a mess. Holodrum and Labrynna have more difficult enemies, more difficult dungeons and even Koholint, while not as bad as Holodrum and Labrynna, still required divine knowledge. Luckily Legend is a beast on home turf, who didn't struggle (that) much in either of his Hyrule quests. His greatest obstacle was Hytopia, which unfortunately required a power not even the great Legend wielded. Friendship. Rather than save the day alone, he vowed to someday return with friends.

Time: Time was very competent during both quests, doing everything that could be done, and even saved Termina very quickly thanks to a few all nighters. He'd be down to up the challenge at some point in the future.

Wind: This kid is cocky and he has every right to be. Not only did he complete his second and third adventures without a single brush with death, he also once had a crazy dream about his first adventure where all his items were scrambled and still beat Ganon handily. He got all 8 pieces of the Triforce before finding a single other item. Peak efficiency has been achieved. He wants the other Links to get on his level.

Four: His first adventure was mostly good, except for the few times he got completely and utterly lost with no idea where to go at all. He never did all the kin stone fusing quests and he really doesn't care (except he kinda really does care). His second adventure was just Green and Red, but that's okay, because they saved Zelda and who really needs Blue and Vio anyway? In his third adventure, Four really did split into four this time, but he was also fake and not real and a pirate because no way four separate people all own Link cables.

Twilight: Twilight is very incompetent at anything after beating Snowhead. The City in the Sky? Who is she? Ganondorf was eventually beaten, but don't ask him to describe anything between Yeta and Hyrule Castle, because as far as Twi is concerned, it may as well have been a fever dream. But wanna know what wasn't a fever dream? All those ridiculously high crossbow scores. He knows where his worth is at.

Sky: Sky has never done anything halfway in his life, and nothing in his life is incomplete or part finished. Never had a problem with his sword, but also never quite figured out how to use a shield. He also has pumpkin related sidequest trauma multiple times over.

Warriors: Warriors doesn't just love his job, he excels at it. He's gotten top marks and gold medals for every mission in all 10 worlds. And because he learned his lesson in his first quest, he also did it all without the Master Sword, because screw the Master Sword, it's too broken. He also owes his life and career to Young Link, Linkle and Marin, but he was no slouch himself.

Wild: Wild thought he was good and amazing and the Goddesses' gift to Hyrule, but then he had a terrible dream where all the chests and goals were scrambled and he got his ass handed to him and couldn't save Zelda or Hyrule in time for the dream to end, and his confidence has been forever shaken. Even in his past life 100 years ago, he ended up not completing everything. Wild is competent enough, but compared to the others, feels very incompetent.

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✞ pretty little sinner ✞

Hihi!! Taz here with this accounts first ((technically second)) post! This ones a full fic so it’s v lengthy

warnings: dubcon, noncon is you squint, size kin, dirty talk, talk of breeding, oral, religious themes, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, talk of corruption, did i mention degradation? cus we went a lil ham on degration, very rough in general, no like seriously kuroos hella mean here

please mind the warnings and leave if your uncomfortable with any listed!!

wc: 7.6k

The whole small town that you had lived in had known you and your parents as the perfect catholic family, and why would they have any reason to not believe that? After all, you were always such a good girl. The pride and joy of your parents’ lives, you did good in school, never complained about chores, and attended church every Sunday. That’s right, you were the perfect little catholic school girl. 

That's what drew you into him. 

You looked so innocent, so pure, so breakable, he just had to have you. 

And that cute little cross necklace you wore to show your faith? He just wanted to rip it off of you. Have you worship him instead. 

When you had spoken to him you didn’t imagine what he would actually be like. He’d put up such a sweet facade. But that's all it was. 

A facade. 

“What’s someone as pretty as you doing in a place like this, Dollface?” Came out the velvety voice of the walking personification of temptation himself; Kuroo Tetsuro. 

You had heard about him through whispered rumors throughout the halls. He had an infamous reputation. But rumors were just that. Rumors.

So you humored him. 

“At….The corner store? I’m getting snacks, what does it look like?” You had to giggle. It was such a foolish question. So foolish that you didn’t know the weight that it had held. 

He had you hook, line, and sinker, you were just too innocent to realize. And he had been oh so sweet to accept your invitation to church on Sunday! Of course, you had to ask him, the house of God was as good a place to get to know someone as any. Much better than a dingy corner store anyway. 

His words were sweet and charming, even for just a small chat. There was a look on his face that made you suspect something, but the way he spoke pushed your suspicions. 

So when Sunday came and you saw him waiting for you at the door, in what appeared was his normal attire, you still gave him a big smile and waved him over to where you and your parents were. 

“Kuroo! You made it!” You wanted to embrace him in a hug, but you felt that would be a little too familiar for someone you had only met yesterday at a convenience store. “Of course I made it, I wouldn’t blow someone as cute as you off.” He spoke, caressing your cheek. 

Of course he wasn't nervous about being too familiar. 

You felt the warmth rush to your cheeks, the affection catching you off guard. 

“Sorry if I seem a bit underdressed.”  He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, though it seemed as if he didn’t care. His attire could be deemed inappropriate for a church setting. His ripped jeans, loose-fitting button-up shirt, Jordan Retros, contrasting with your pure white short sleeve blouse, frilly plaid green and black skirt, and shining black Mary Janes, and of course that shiny cross necklace that hung so prettily from your neck. 

You giggled, “No worries! I’m sure if you had shown up naked the lord wouldn’t turn you away.” 

And there you went again, going on about how the lord would love anyone, sinner or saint. He’d wondered how you would react if you knew the sins he had committed, had planned to commit. 

He wondered what filthy sins such a precious girl like you were hiding under that short little skirt of yours. 

He couldn’t wait to find out. 

You had taken your seat in the far back pews, opting to sit in between him and your parents. You’d been paying attention to your pastor, up until you felt a warm, calloused hand rest itself on your thigh. 

You looked up with a curious look, but Kuroo seemed to be more focused on the word of the holy father than you, so you relaxed at his touch. Keyword; seemed. 

And that wasn’t all he was planning to do, unfortunately for you. 

He rubbed up and down your upper thigh, occasionally squeezing the soft flesh between your skirt’s end and your thigh highs beginning, pushing your skirt just a little higher up your thighs to get more space. 

At that moment you thought you'd absolutely die if your parents looked over at the sinful act that was going on between you two, but when you looked over they were both too caught up in the pastor’s prayer to notice anything. 

His hand moved inward, causing your breath to hitch. His fingers practically brushed against your core, causing you to let out a gasp. It was loud enough for just him to hear but low enough to where your parents wouldn’t suspect anything. 

You placed a hand on his wrist, signaling it was not the time for this. He simply flashed a smirk, never looking down your way. His fingers made their way to your panties, gently rubbing against your folds, you ended up dampening the garments in the process. 

You sucked in your breath, now holding onto his wrist with a feverish grip, notifying him just how on edge you were. 

“Time for the communion! Everyone, form a line, children, teenagers, then adults.” Father announced.

You let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding in. 

Your pastor had just saved you from eternal damnation. 

You and Kuroo walked in line, behind a couple of kids and in front of a few more teens. He rubbed down your shoulders and arms, sending chills down your spine. 

You held your hands behind your back as children took their crackers which were symbolic of the flesh of Jesus, their “wine” symbolic of the blood of Christ, and scattered back to their seats. 

When it was your turn, Kuroo made sure to keep a keen eye on the way your head tilted back ever so slightly when you had opened your mouth for the cracker to be placed on your tongue. 

He wondered what other situations you would be in such an arguably compromising position. 

You ate the cracker and took the small, plastic shot glass-like cup with you back to your seat. 

“Nah,” Kuroo shook his head, declining the offer of the cracker, and took the cup, downing it and throwing it in the small trash bin next to the pastor, walking back to his seat, not looking back. 

He sat back down next to you, his hands in his pockets this time. You stared ahead, waiting for anything to happen, the tension between you two was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

Suddenly, he leaned down to your ear, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. “By the way, you get so fucking wet. It’d be pathetic if it weren't so adorable.” He hummed, sending heat straight to your core. 

You gasped at his words, looking up at him as he leaned back up. “Kuroo!” You whispered. “You shouldn’t curse in the house of the lord!” 

He looked down at you and chuckled slightly. 

“Oh princess, if it were just us here I’d do so much worse.” He teased, making your eyes widen. Heat rushed over your body, causing you to break eye contact with him. His gaze became too much to bear. 

Your parents and pastor had warned you of temptation before, but you had always thought it would be easy to overcome. You would have never thought that it could be something like this. His words and gentle touches felt like too much yet not enough all at the same time. 

You wanted it all to stop, but yet you wanted to beg for more. 

But you had to keep your composure, God's eyes were on you, you reminded yourself. 

But all you could feel was his eyes on. They were fixated on you. The thought alone of that insatiable look in his eye made your thighs pressed together and your throat run dry. It all made your head reel. 

And just like that, it was over. 

You had been so lost in thought that it took Kuroo shaking you to make you notice everyone getting up and gathering outside for the weekly catch-ups that turned, “just a few minutes dear, and then I swear we’ll leave,” into 30 minutes and plans to babysit Mrs. Johnson's grandsons next weekend. 

“Is it time to go?” Kuroo asked you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Only the adults are leaving, the teenagers and children stay for Sunday school, that’s why I’m wearing this outfit.” You whispered to him. 

He went silent until he proposed an idea that caught you way off guard. “We should go back to my place for bible study, I might be able to show you a different type of God.” 

Your eyebrows raised at the sudden invitation, you didn’t know what he meant by that, but you know it’d be rude to decline such an offer since he had come to Sunday worship despite his belief in this “other type of god”. 

Before you could answer he tapped your mother’s shoulder, catching the attention of both of your parents. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but can I speak to you for a second?” He asked politely. Your parents said their goodbyes to Sister Elise and stepped away with you and Kuroo. “Yes?” Came the voice of your mother. 

“Would it be alright if me and your sweet daughter here, a real angel if I do say so, could go back to mine so we can go over the Psalms? I would offer to do it over the phone but the lord’s word can only be understood in person.” It’s like he had the good Christian boy next door role down pact. 

Your parents looked at each other worriedly. “I don’t know, will there be a guardian to watch over you two?” Your father asked. “Yes sir, my fathers at work, but my mother will be there. I promise I’ll have her home at a reasonable time.” He promised.

Oh yeah, he has this little act down to the T, not like you could see through it though. You were so naive and thought that you could bring out the good in him with the help of good. How foolish. 

Your father looked at his watch. “It's five now, so have her home no later than eight. Understood?” “Crystal clear, thank you, sir. Shall we get going?” He asked you, a perfect and pure smile plastered on his face. 

He was too perfect, your parents already adored him. 

Too bad it was only to get in your pants. 

———

You were on his bed. His room smelled of pinewood and lavender. You drowned in the scent, loving every second of it. 

His room was nothing like yours, he had deep red walls, wooden floors, and everything looked to be either black or red, barely any other colors being seen other than the clothes in his closet, and some other things you couldn’t identify, but he shut it before you could get a good look. 

“Sorry if my room is a bit dirty, I didn’t think about cleaning up before inviting you.” He apologized, closing the curtains. 

You loved the way he spoke, it was like his words were coated with chocolate. His luscious and velvety voice made you think things, things the lord would frown upon. 

“No worries! Nobody’s perfect.” You kindly reassured him with a polite smile. 

He’d think differently, you were a goddess in his eyes. Every part of you, even everything he couldn’t see, not that he’d be in the dark for much longer. 

He chuckled, his eyes wandering down your figure, undressing you with his eyes, as you sat innocently on his bed waiting for whatever he might do. 

“So where’s your mom?” You asked innocently, catching him off guard. “What?” “You said your mom was here, where is she? I didn’t see her when we walked in.” 

He’d already forgotten. Typical. 

“Oh, she’s probably taking a nap.” He lied with ease. 

He didn’t think he'd be able to forgive himself if he was in the presence of his mother while thinking about such ungodly things. He planned to defile you, and he wanted to be the only one who even got close to experiencing you in such a state.  

“Oh well-uhm...I’ll be sure to be quiet so I don’t disturb her.” 

He held in a chuckle. There was no way that you would be quiet, no way you could be quiet when he got his way.

“So…. While I have no real interest in changing faiths, I have to ask about the god that you worship.” 

He had you right where he wanted you. 

He hovered over your frame at the edge of the bed, him standing and towering over you. He’d lifted your chin to look up at him with the tips of his fingers and said in a delightfully sinful tone, 

“Oh baby,” He leaned in close to your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your sensitive skin. “I’m the new god, and you're gonna worship me like I’m your true creator.” 

You felt yourself shrink, yes at the way he was menacingly towering over you, but at the way he describes his God—no, himself. 

“You-you’re...the god you were talking about?” You stammered, your hands on his chest, trying to make some distance between you and his dominating presence. 

Sadly to no avail. 

“Mhm, and you’re going to be a good girl and obey me, understood?” 

 "Y-yes, sir." 

"Awe look at you, using your manners without me having to tell you. Keep that up and you just might get a reward." He cooed.

You felt a familiar heat pool at the pit of you. 

What was he going to do to you? What were these sudden temptations? And most importantly why did you want more. 

This was god testing you, and you were failing miserably. 

You wanted so badly to give in to your desires. To leave behind the life of that sweet innocent angel that everyone once knew, you wanted to give yourself wholly to your new one and only savior. 

You were really doing this. 

You were abandoning the only faith you’d ever known for some stranger. 

For all you know he could be a demon from hell himself, here to stray you away from the path the lord had originally sent you to. No, he couldn’t be a demon. He was so sweet when the two of you had first met, and he was so polite when addressing your parents. 

You felt like Eve, being tempted with such a delicious specimen by the devil himself. So when he pushed his lips against yours harshly, like Eve, you gave in. 

His lips molded perfectly against yours. Your tongues were dancing in an elegant waltz that could only be described as heavenly. His lips tasted so sweet on yours. If this was the forbidden fruit you would happily taste it again and again. 

His hands roamed your backside, hiking your skirt up so he could get a feel of your cotton panties. Your breathing sped, feeling him caress your clad ass. You’d always been told to never let anyone touch you like this unless you’re married, but I guess your god was the only exception. 

That’s right. Kuroo was god now, and you had to let him do whatever you want.

Suddenly, he roughly pulled your skirt off, throwing it behind him. You whimpered, afraid he might’ve ripped your skirt. 

Feeling his rough hands run up your sides and into your shirt, he stopped kissing you to look down, causing you to let out a whine, missing the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“Awe baby, don’t look so sad, I’ll get your mouth back to work real soon.” He whispered, trying to unbutton your shirt. Trying. 

You could tell he was getting frustrated at how the buttons wouldn’t come undone. 

He groaned loudly, grabbing an open hole of your blouse and ripping it open, making the buttons of your shirt fly everywhere. You gasped, whining because now you didn’t have anything to come home in. 

“Kuroo! How am I supposed to go home without a shirt?” You whined, hearing him chuckle soon after. 

“Hush, you’ll be fine don’t worry, you won’t be needing it anytime soon.” Kuroo reassured with a smirk.

He unclipped your bra and threw it behind him, looking down hungrily at your tits, admiring how perfect they were. He cupped one of them and proceeded to place the other in his mouth. You let out a soft moan, awakening something fierce in him. 

“Oh fuck, I can’t wait to hear more of those sweet sounds, princess. That’s right, let it all out for me baby.” 

He kissed up your chest and to your neck, peppering kisses and bite marks on you. Claiming you. 

He bit down on a certain spot, making you moan out, your fingers getting intertwined with the back of his hair. Your legs clung onto his waist as he abused the spot with his mouth, leaving dark hickeys. 

Your moans became needier when he brought his knee up to your cunt, grinding it right against your clit, making you wetter by the second. 

You felt high on ecstasy, the pleasure becoming heavenly, but what made everything pure bliss was his words. 

The way he’d call you his baby, his princess in between kisses, and the best of all, his little sinner. 

Being called his sinner made you feel a different type of feeling. It felt wrong, you could feel the heavens looking down on you in disappointment with each response you gave him. 

Yes, you’d be giving up your oath to stay pure until marriage, but if it’s your god taking your virginity, what harm could be done?

When he lifted up off you, you were snapped from your pleasure. 

He was looking down at your body and you resting upwards on your elbows, wondering why he’d left. 

“Get on your knees.” It wasn't a request. It was an order. One that you, of course, didn’t even think to disobey. 

So there you sat. All pretty and kneeling in front of him as if he was an alter. 

 You looked like such a perfect slut in his eyes. Who knew that such an innocent little virgin could look like the perfect whore. 

He wouldn’t tell you that though. No, he wanted to warm you up first. Call you such sweet names, make you feel like his precious baby girl and then let you know just how much of a dirty slut he thought you were.

Knew you were. 

All you needed was a push in the right direction. And he would provide that push. 

“Now you want to know how to appease your god, don’t you?” 

You nodded from in between his legs enthusiastically. 

“Well, first, you have to atone for your sins. Now how would we go about doing that?” 

You didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say. 

“C’mon baby, be a good girl and use your words. How would you atone for your sins? Think about the position you're in before you answer.” 

You looked down at your legs which were folded underneath you and looked back up at him. 

“P-Prayer?” 

He couldn’t help but laugh at your innocence. “Oh princess, so innocent even in such a vulgar position baby. You’re gonna atone for your sins by sucking me off. You don't want me to be mad, do you?” 

Of course you didn’t. You didn’t even understand what sins you had even committed, but if Kuroo says you’ve sinned, you'll let him do anything to make you holy again. 

He stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock and waving it teasingly over you. 

“Now stick out your tongue.” 

You did as you were told, eyes never leaving his cock. It was the only one you’d ever seen, and the only one you ever wanted to see. It was a good 7 or 8 inches and about 4 inches wide in girth. 

It had the drool pooling at the bottom of your tongue before falling on your thigh high socks. It felt every bit as sinful as it looked and it had your panties soaked. You'd grinded against yourself for some sort of friction. 

“Awe, so pretty for me, now listen to me, you're gonna take everything I give you, ok princess?” 

You nodded, feeling as if your voice would betray if you tried to speak. 

“What’d I say about using your words? Such a shame, you were being so good earlier.” 

“Sorry sir, please don’t be mad, I promise I’ll-I'll take it all. I'll be so good for you.” The words were coming out faster than you could control. If someone would have told you that you would be in that predicament about a week ago you would have laughed in their face. But here you were, begging for him to do something, anything. 

You sounded absolutely brain dead and he loved it. 

“Ah, yeah that’s it, that’s my good girl.” He said grabbing you by your hair and gently guiding you down his shaft. 

“Fuck baby, ‘gonna train this throat so well you’ll be ready to worship this cock with your mouth anytime of any day.” He growled, lowering your head down faster, soon hearing you gag over his length. You felt tears prick your eyes as he finally thrusted his full length in your mouth, going well past your limits. 

He lets out a dark chuckle, suddenly being cut off by a throaty moan. 

“Ah f-fuck princess you’re being such a good girl, now remember to breathe through your nose.” He reminded you, resulting in you looking up at him and nodding, letting him know you understood. 

Your parents would disown you if they knew what you were doing. Your pastor and priest wouldn’t even think of speaking to you. You’d only have Kuroo, but that doesn’t sound too bad. After all, you had devoted your life to your religion in the past, so what would be so different now? You’d just be able to indulge in such fine luxuries as getting facefucked after church. 

He put his other hand on your head, roughly shoving your head down, matching the bucking upwards of his hips. The action erupted a loud groan from him, throwing his head back. 

You could feel him all the way down your throat. 

“Oh yeah, that’s my good girl, fucking hell baby girl,” he moaned, you could feel his thrusting start to get uneven, your throat not having anymore time to adjust to his size and abuse. 

His pace was absolutely brutal but you sat there, taking everything he gave you.

On the inside you were smiling, happy to please your god, you felt so proud of yourself for making him feel good. Being his good little girl. His obedient little worshipper. 

Your eyes became watery, the way he roughly thrusted into your mouth made your throat hurt, which made your eyes water. 

He bit his lip, lowering the sound of the grunt he let out. “Mmf, baby you look so pretty right now, such a pretty fucking princess for me.” He grunted. 

You didn’t feel pretty, though. Your face was covered in tears, sweat, makeup, and ran down mascara. Your hair was under Kuroo’s grip, messily overlapping his hands. Strings of drool were hanging from your plump lips onto your thighs, not to mention your soaked panties. 

Kuroo on the other hand looked heaven sent. Hair messily askew and face tinted slightly red. Biting his lip while sweat slid down his forehead. He looked like he was graced by God.

He looked like he was graced by God.

You felt ashamed at how wet you got by just looking at him, but fuck was he sexy. 

He shoved your head down quicker and quicker, thrust harder into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck baby you’re gonna-you’re gonna make me—” His groans became more and more breathy, and his working became more and more sloppy, until you felt a warm, thick, sticky liquid coat the insides of your mouth. 

The foreign substance tasted bitter and you wanted to spit it—

“Ah ah,” he sang, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him. 

You looked disgusting. He wanted to see you like this more often.

 “Be good and swallow for me, baby girl.” 

You gulped down the liquid, feeling it still in your throat, but it didn’t bother you enough to where you couldn’t breath. 

“Di-did I do good, sir?” You sounded absolutely broken, and it was like music to his ears. 

“You did amazing, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. Does your face feel alright?” He cooed, tucking himself back into his pants. 

“My jaw hurts, and so does my throat, but I’m glad I got to make you feel good.” 

Kuroo smirked, admiring what he molded you into. Such a dedicated disciple, you deserve an award. “Now it’s your turn. Come on, hop up on the bed for me,” he commanded, patting the spot on his bed beside him. 

You did so eagerly, not wanting to break your obedience streak. You sat on your feet, your hands resting on each of your thighs, smiling with the light shining beautifully in your eyes. 

Even as the mascara ran down your cheek, you looked so beautiful to him. 

“Lay down.” He softly said. You obeyed, as usual, keeping your legs closed in the air. You had no idea what he was thinking of doing. 

“Spread them for me, babes.” He commanded. You were confused, why did he want your legs spread? 

“Wait, why?” You asked innocently. His eyebrows furrowed.

 “Because I said so. You’re not really denying the word of your lord, are you?”

Of course you didn’t. You were completely devoted to him, so without further hesitation you spread your legs. He pulled your drenched panties up off you and threw them somewhere in the room. 

He ducked himself inbetween your thighs and planted your thighs on the side of his head with a secure grip. 

“W-Wait!” You squeaked out. 

“What’s wrong baby? You’ve been such a good girl, and good girls deserve rewards now don’t they?”  He acts like this is for you, when in all honesty it’s all been for him. This whole time he’s only been fulfilling his desires of turning you from a sweet and innocent princess into a filthy fucked out whore and he knows this will only speed the process a bit, you just so happen to be getting some pleasure out of it. 

“Yeah I gue- Ah!” A moan cut you off when you felt him lick up your wet folds, moaning your legs jolt up and your back arch. 

He plunged his tongue into you, his thick tongue thrusts into you, making your moans come out in squeaks. You felt absolutely amazing already. 

His tongue circled around your clit, pushing his tongue in and out of you in patterns; leaving his tongue in, out, for a second, then in again going back to sucking and circling.

Your moans became higher and breathier each time his tongue circled your clit, it drove him absolutely crazy.

He was...spelling something? You could feel it as he kept making the same trails around your cunt. 

K,

U,

R,

O,

O. 

Kuroo. 

“Mmph, Kuroo, more please…” You moaned tugging at his hair. He slid his thumb up your thigh, rubbing your clit as he pushed his tongue deeper in you, prodding your sweet spot.

The sudden action made you cry out in pleasure, tugging at his hair. He moaned from under you at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure on his scalp.

Kuroo stuck his tongue in and out of you, continuing to rub your clit with his thumb. You felt a tingling sensation grow low in your stomach, making your grip tighten on Kuroo’s hair and while your other frantically grabbed at his sheets, the foreign feeling traveling through your entire being. 

You moaned his name, wanting to ask him what the sensation was, but your mind only focused on him, making barely anything come out other than moans and his name. 

His fingers sped up as his tongue explored your walls. The sensation made you tighten, sending chills through your core as the pressure became too much to process alone.

Your legs twitched as your orgasm rocked through you, your eyes rolling back, gripping his hair tightly.

All that you could think of in that moment was Kuroo. KurooKurooKurooKuroo. It was a repeating mantra in your mind.

Your walls tightened around Kuroo’s tongue, a moan squeaking from your throat. Your grip tightened as you came, covering his tongue. You came from your high slowly, allowing you to let out a satisfied sigh. 

You smiled peacefully as he hungrily lapped at your clit, making sure not to let a single drop of your cum slip from his tongue. 

As he pulled out his fingers and lifted up from your body, you relaxed, your legs falling and your hand bringing itself to rest upon your stomach. 

He came up and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, making sure you could taste yourself on his tongue. You tried pushing him away, not liking the taste of yourself, but he slapped your thigh, taking your hands and holding both of them above your head. 

You whimpered squirming, uncomfortable with him holding you down. You shook your head in the kiss, trying to get away, but he only took this as an invitation to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

You moaned into the kiss, feeling your body temperature rise as he rocked against you, grinding against your thigh. The foreign feeling felt weird, but knowing you were giving him pleasure did cloud your mind with a hazy fog. 

He parted ways from the kiss and looked down on you. 

You looked so fucked out, and the real fun hadn’t even started yet. He wondered how you would be able to take him all the way, the thought of you not being able to handle all of him snuck its way  into his mind and making him groan. 

You would look so cute crying that it was all too big, how it wouldn’t fit. The money he’d pay to see that, he’d bow down and pray to any god to see that image and keep it in his mind forever. 

He leaned up and loomed over you, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. His eyes were dark with lust. It struck a tinge of fear in you. 

He unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out, and spread your legs once more.

Leaning down, he whispered in your ear. "Do you think you're worthy enough for my cock princess?" 

"Huh!?" 

"Awe, what did you think was gonna happen sweetheart? You thought it'd be that easy to make up for your sins—"

"But you said—" you felt tears prick your eyes. You didn't think you were ready for such a big step before marriage. You two weren't even dating!

"But you said—" He mocked in a whiny voice. "I know what I said, and now I'm saying," he pulled you by the cross on your necklace. 

"That I'm gonna fuck you until you’re too fucked out to even think about anything else. I'll turn you into such a pretty whore that you'll feel dirty even thinking about stepping foot in that church. Do you understand slut?"

Whore? Slut? Where was this coming from? He’d been so nice to you. You wouldn’t think he’d call you such degrading names. It was like a switch had been flipped inside him. 

You looked down at his size, causing you to whimper in fear for your small body. 

Kuroo squeezed your cheeks in one hand roughly, making you whine, your eyes watering. “Use your words, you dumb bitch. Do you or do you not understand what I’m saying?” He repeated. 

You nodded. “I-I understa-stand.” You hiccuped, hugging your arms.

You we’re borderline sobbing at this point. This wasn’t the smooth and sweet guy who chatted you up in the convenience store. This wasn’t the sweet christian boy your parents knew. This man was Lucifer himself.

And now, your new lord and saviour. 

You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. You should have never given him the benefit of the doubt. Everyone was right about him. He was just a mean playboy jerk who treated women like shi-

“Awe don’t cry sweetheart. You were doing so good just a minute ago.” His sweet and comforting tone snapped you from your thoughts, and you felt your mind become just a bit less panicked about the whole situation. “Although, you do look awfully pretty when you cry… hm… How bout this; I’ll just make you feel so good to where your instant reaction is to cry. That way I get to see that cute little tear-stained face, and you get to have my expert cock. How does that sound, princess?” 

You nodded, feeling like if you opened your mouth only sobs would come out. 

“What did I say about your words?” He quickly chastised. 

“S-Sorry. Yes sir I-I’d like that…” 

“That's a good girl,” The praise made your chest bubble with joy. You were happy that you could be seen as good in his eyes after all the disgusting things he had just called you. 

“Now here’s the worst part.” 

And that was all the warning you got before he rammed his cock into you. It was the worst pain that you had ever felt. The agonizing stretch, the unfamiliar feeling of being so full, it all was too painful to bear. So you did exactly what he planned and cried. 

He thought of going slow, he really did, but then he wouldn’t be able to see you and those absolutely gorgeous tear streaks. 

“Kuroo, it hurts! It’s too much! Take it out please!” You sobbed out. 

He laughed at you. “Aww poor baby, is it too much?” 

“Good.” He said with another slam of his hips. “You seem—fuck— to forget what we’re—oh god your so fucking tight—doing this for. You were acting like a bitch in church. In the house of your—shit—precious lord.” He said the last point in a mocking tone. “And now you're just paying for your sins to your new god.” He breathed out while continuing to thrust into you at a brutal pace. 

You could only cry harder as he fucked you with such vigor. The stretch was so painful and with every rough thrust he hit your cervix dead on. It was absolute torture. 

So you 're confused as to why the pain slowly subsided and turned to pleasure. Were you… enjoying this? No. There was no way. You didn’t even get a real say in what was happening. So why we’re tiny gasps coming out faster than you could stop them? And why did your hips start to move down to match his thrusts. 

“How do you thi-think your parents would react to your sinful actions right now? Huh, you dumb slut? Bet they’d be so disappointed to see that their precious little girl is nothing but a pretty little sinner huh? Say it! Fuck- Say you’re a sinner, and make sure the neighbors can hear you say it.” 

“B-but your mom..!” 

“You actually believed that?” He laughed. His laughing consisted of grunts and groans, making his laughing time out. “You’re such a fucking dumbass, you know that? I wouldn’t be touching your disgusting ass if my mother was home.” He growled, making more tears stream down your face. 

You whined, covering your face because of the absurd amount of embarrassment you felt. 

“Oh no no no, don’t cover your beautiful face now!” He grunted, taking both of your wrists and holding them above your head. 

With only the bottom half of his cock fucking into you, his thrusts were long and deep, making sure you felt it in your stomach. Your eyes rolled back with each agonizingly painful and deep thrust, your nails ripping off your skins from balling your fists. 

“Oh fuckkkk you're so tight for me.” Kuroo groaned. ”How’s such a slut like you got such a tight pussy?” 

It was obvious that the question was rhetorical as he started to slow his thrusts but put more force behind them, bruising your cervix. All you could let out were little “ah ah ah ahhhhhhs”. 

He slowly stopped, looking down at your trembling body. He let out a breathy groan, shaking his head and biting his lip. 

He let go of one of your wrists and grabbed hold of your hand, bringing it down to your stomach. 

“Princess, do you feel that?” He asked, rubbing your hand over a bump on your stomach. You looked down with him, seeing a slight bump stand with attention below your belly button, making your eyes widen and your breath quicken. 

“Ka-ka-Kuroo! What is that?!” You frantically questioned. 

He looked up at you with the most agrivated, most dumb founded look on his face. “What do you mean, ‘what’s that’?! That’s me, dollface.” He spat, making you jump. “Y-you..?” 

He groaned, slamming into you again, causing you to scream out again. “Ya’ see that moving in your stomach? That’s me, fucking deep into your tight tight pussy.” He growled. You look down again, seeing the bulge in your stomach move with each sharp thrust Kuroo sent through you. 

It made your head feel fuzzy. 

Your body started adjusting to his size, finally. You lifted your legs to cling onto the side of his waist, but they quickly fell spread for him. Your arms also stopped struggling, relaxing under his grip. Your eyes slowly rolled to the back of your head. With each animalistic thrust of his hips you could feel the bed shake. You could barely hear the frame hit the wall over the sound of your high whines and moans and his low groans filling your ear. But you could still faintly hear it, reminding of how rough he was getting. 

“Alright princess now open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” He commanded from over you. 

You opened your mouth and leaned your head back being sure to lol your tongue out.

You felt a cold liquid settle near the tip of your tongue, it was Kuroo’s spit. He’d let it fall like a fountain. Licking his lips when he’d finished. 

“Now swallow like a good girl.”

You closed your mouth and gulped. Letting the spit slide down your tongue. It should have grossed you out, but instead it made your eyes roll back. 

“Aww, look at you, all pretty and fucked out.” he shrugged, thrusting upwards into you, hitting a spot that made you scream out in ecstasy. 

“Kuroo, right there! Fuck, Kuroo yes right there!!” You moaned, arching your back and throwing your head back. 

That was the first time you cursed. Ever. 

“Such a dirty vocabulary you’re discovering! I’m such a good influence on you, your parents would be so proud.” He sarcastically exclaimed in a low and gravelly voice. 

Your parents. You were so caught up in your pleasure that you completely forgot all about them, and the time limit they'd set for you. You were sure you’d past it, it was fairly dark outside. 

You whined, feeling more tears of disappointment roll down the side of your face. “Do-don’t talk about them right now…Ah-I’m gonna-Kuroo fuck p-please!”

He only thrusted harder faster. “Awe baby, do you think you're the one in control? That’s so cute.” He pulled you by your necklace for the second time that night. “You’re atoning for your sins, and I’m using your body for my own pleasure. So you’re gonna sit back, and make sure the only thing that comes out of that pretty. Little. Mouth,” He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust. “Are those pretty. Little. Moans. You got that princess?” 

“Y-yes sir. I’m so sorry sir.” 

“Awe look at my baby! Using her words like a good girl!” He deeply cooed. 

You bit your lip, holding back the moan you desperately wanted to let out, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of your voice. He noticed and started to pound faster. You couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Fuck! Kuroo! Ple-ase! Fuck you’re so good. Sosososo good. Pleeeeease!” 

“Listen to you! You sound downright pathetic!” He laughed at you. It felt humiliating, but you felt yourself getting wetter from the whole situation. The intensity, the humiliation, Kuroo’s groans, they all were filling up your senses, and you could feel yourself nearing your climax. 

“Look at you, you’re getting tighter. How much of a- fuuuuck how is it possible that your tighter- slut are you? You're really getting off to me calling you a slut? You like that? Huh? Go on, answer me whore.”  

“Yes! Yes Kuroo! I’m your whore! Fuuuuuckkkk!” Your moans were high and breathy. 

He pulled you by your necklace one again and snatched it clean off of you. 

You gasped, snapping out of your lustful trance. “Kuroo!!! My dad gave me that!!” You cried. 

“I don’t give a fuck, I’m your god now, you don’t need a stupid cross, I’ll let everyone know you’re mine.” He huffed, dangling it in front of you, before throwing it out his window. 

The window. The window! 

 “K-Kuroo, how long has that be-been open?” You asked. 

He groaned, slowing down his thrust. “The window? It’s been open since this morning.” He shrugged, fucking into you sloppier and sloppier. 

You felt embarrassed, heat rushing over your being as you held onto Kuroo to hide your face. “O-oh…” you moaned, scrunching your eyebrows together in embarrassment. 

“What’s wrong baby? Are you embarrassed? Are you embarrassed that my whole neighborhood can hear how bitchy, and pathetic you sound? Fuck- Good, fucking cry about it like the stupid bitch you are.” 

Each insult brought you closer to that edge. You forgot all about your previous embarrassment and basked in the bliss of Kuroo’s rough thrusts. 

“Holy shit- Did you get tighter from me reminding you of how much of a—shiiiiiitttt—of a fucking slut you are?” His voice sounded so breathy. You could feel him twitching inside of you. 

And then the dam broke. You could feel your orgasm sparking through you like electricity. 

“Kuroo! Kuroo! Im cumm- Im cumming! Oh Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! You're so good!”

He revelled in the profanities spilling from your mouth, knowing that before this you probably would have never thought about saying such vile things. 

“Oh thats right baby who’s making you cum on his cock like a dumb bitch in heat? Who’s your god? C’mon, say it, princess.” 

“You! Shit! You're my god! Oh please- It’s too much! It's- It’s too much!” 

He laughed at you. “How many fucking—Fuck baby you feel so good—How many times do I have to tell you this isn’t- Shit- This isn’t for you.” The last part came out as a dark growl. 

“Y-Yes sir! I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah that's a good girl, oh you're such a good slut for me. Shutting up and just taking it. Yeahhh that's a good fucking whore. You want your god to cum inside you? Breed you and fill you up so nice? That what you want princess?” 

Your eyes widened. Nononono he couldn’t! He had to pull out! 

“N-No...Please...” Your voice sounded so weak and tiny. 

“Oh no baby, that was rhetorical. You're gonna sit back and let me breed this little pussy like a good girl who stays in her place, because surely- fuck- you remember your place and wouldn’t talk back, now would you?”

You knew it was useless to deny him. You don’t even know why you tried. 

After a few more thrust there was a particularly hard one. The force of fit knocked you back a bit, but he pulled you back by your thighs so he would stay fully buried inside of you. 

Suddenly you felt nothing but warmth filling you. He was cumming inside you. You could feel him shooting spurt after spurt. You had never felt so full, his thick cock splitting you accompanied by his come pushed you to another orgasm. Your legs shot up and you let out a loud whiny moan. 

“Oh god! Oh fuck! You feel so good filling me up Kuroo- Fuck!” 

“Aww you came again from me cumming in you? What happened to you not wanting it?” He teased. You couldn’t respond, you still hadn’t come down from your high. 

_________

You woke up in an unfamiliar location, dark red walls and black sheets were unlike your pastel blue walls and baby pink sheets. You panicked, until memories of your earlier actions came back to you. You weren't completely calm though, you were sure you definitely passed your curfew and Kuroo was nowhere to be found. 

“Kuroo! I need to get home like— now!” 

He entered the room and laughed. “Oh calm down you big baby, I called your folks and said you’d passed out cause you were so tired. Took some convincing, but they’re fine with you spending the night here.”

You sighed, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Oh, thank god.” 

“Speaking of,” He came closer to you. “You down for round two?” 

You felt warmth flood your face and threw a pillow at him. “You pervert!” 

“How am I the pervert when you're the one naked in my bed?” 

He was right, you did feel a cold breeze brush against your cold body as you pulled the covers up. 

“Well then where are my clothes?” 

He winced, itching the back of his neck. “Ya’ see...your skirt is still ripped, but I put your underwear and skirt in the wash. You could wear something of mine though!"

[http-konoha]

very random (possibly weird) haikyuu headcanons

warning: i made this on the spot and i’m really tired right now so things might not make sense. anyways, enjoy :) 

(also this might include spoilers!! from the manga)

hinata probably hurried to school with his sister’s bag/randosel at least once and didn’t realize until the second period where his teacher called him out. 

kageyama somewhat smells like milk and his go-to sea breeze scent is ‘soap’ 

sugawara was sleep deprived during finals week that he showed up to volleyball practice in his pajamas and left his pe uniform at home. (i can see ennoshita and yamaguchi doing the same thing) 

asahi probably learnt ballet, classic piano, violin, and judo as a child because he couldn’t choose one extracurricular to do. these only lasted for 2 years at most. 

nishinoya had a crush on a girl in his grade and managed to go on an amusement park date with her but he was so nervous (and from the rides) he ended up puking on her brand new shoes. 

ennoshita, shirabu, futakuchi, and the other second gen captains probably have a group chat and futakuchi and terushima can’t fucking shut up to the point kenma leaves the group chat at least once a week 

ennoshita is lowkey feared by the other captains 

akaashi has this routine where he goes inside his closet once a month and just sit there in silence for an hour. when things go really bad he would blast out heavy metal and scream before leaving his room acting as if nothing happened. 

kuroo would often play dumb with bokuto just to mess with him but often in the end both kuroo and bokuto were pranked by kenma

when fukunaga was younger, he convinced his classmates that he was an alien with a task to observe humans and everyone believed him

konoha probably has the most random talents (memorizing the weirdest songs, impersonations of celebrities and people around him [especially bokuto], being able to lick his elbow) but has terrible short term memory.   

konoha doesn’t think that he’s good at anything but his juniors look up to him a lot 

if you can’t tell i kin konoha bby needs more love he probably has a routine that he would do before matches and they actually help in preventing bokuto from going emo mode, but because of his short term memory he tends to forget about it 

suna’s phone capacity is at least 512 gb judging by the amount of pictures and videos he would take 

suna has a burner account just to post the most random videos and pictures he has of his teammates, and would sometimes shitpost and get into random twitter beefs with miya atsumu fans (lmao)  

aran has a ragged doll stored in his room and chokeslams it to the ground whenever he goes home annoyed because of the twins’ shenanigans. unfortunately for him, he ended up in the national team with atsumu so (pray for my man aran may he have peace)  

[kankuroplease]

Can you tell us more about Katsura and her relationships with Shino? :)

Well this came out longer than expected BUT it is sectioned (not proof read, so oops). Hope you enjoy 🖤

About Katsura

For starters, she’s very aware that she’ll never be this great kunoichi. She’s not from a major clan that has special techniques, her chakra is barely above average, and her size is a disadvantage.

So to compensate for what she sees as short comings; She trains, studies, and tries to keep up with her teammates/not be a burden.

Will train with her sister even past her team training exercises.

Katsura is very logical about things. There’s always a logical explanation or way of handling things.

Loves writing and will carry a notebook to write in wherever she may go.

She also enjoys dressing up just because on her off days.

Doesn’t want anyone to look at her though. It’s annoying and uncomfortable to her when people she doesn’t know pay her too much attention.

She isn’t proud of it, but she has played dumb and showed some skin to get information on missions. It’s amazing how idiotic some people are over cleavage 💀

Very envious of civilians with soft hands and has definitely invested in creams to try and help with her callouses

She has been helping at her grandparents bakery from time to time for as long as she can remember.

Its one of the reason she bakes so much. She doesn’t want to get rusty~ the other is it seems to make her friends happy.

Never had a crush before Shino and just assumed she wasn’t capable of feeling like that. Genuinely curious how people can just develop crushes on people they don’t really know.

Gets really excited when one of the beetles she raises does well/finds a mate. Like she is so proud of her beetle-companion.

Also gets very upset if it gets flung off a branch by its competitor or mate. She will pout and try to soothe said beetle-companion.

Beyond ticklish. Tries to hide it but even the slightest playful touch of her neck will have her laughing and snorting.

Touch starved, honestly. Will never admit it but she loves hugs. They make her feel warm and fuzzy.

She doesn’t remember her mother at all because she was so young when she passed away, but she still will visit her grave to ask her to watch over her father. He’s getting old and he’s still a recluse.

Absolute morning person and likely to want to crash before 8 pm if she’s not on a mission

Poisonous~ no but fr, she’s crafted her own poison to coat her sword in

Her sword is her baby. Custom made just for her by her father. No one is allowed to handle it for the previous reason.

How It Started

When she met Shino, it was simply by chance. Her dad told she was small but strong like a beetle.

And unfortunately, the beetle he compared her too got away before she could observe it and collect information on it properly.

So she went searching for her escaped beetle and ran into Shino.

Who told her he had no seen that bug but told her where can probably find one.

She was highly insulted but her father raised her not to let her emotions take control of her actions

So she let it go (sort of) and followed his advice. Which did lead her to her first pet beetle

After that, she made a point of saying hi or waving to Shino whenever she’d see him around for helping her out.

And they built a friendship over the years and all was fine with the world. They’d go bug hunting and Shino became someone she really respected and enjoyed talking to.

She could listen to him talk about insects all day because he sort of lights up and his knowledge was pretty impressive

And his voice is nice too~

Also, she really liked his dad too. He was so kind and even accepted cookies she had baked for Shino before realizing he was on a mission.

She totally loves Shinos bugs (before she realized she loved Shino)! even asked their names. Not that she would remember all of them or even recognize one from the other, she was just very curious about these special little guys.

It took the coming of war for her to realize just how much Shino actually meant to her.

And she didn’t expect to survive the war either. So she put all her feelings in an origami beetle that she gave to Shino.

It wasn’t like anyone unfolds them anyways, so it’s safe.

But by some miracle, they both survive.

Now she’s blushing heavily whenever he’s around because ‘oh no’, yes she’s always been aware his conventionally good looking but this feeling keeps growing and now his looks are a burden on her heart and mind

She was honestly pretty embarrassed about that origami beetle he still has sitting a little too close to light for her comfort.

All it would take is for him to look at it in the light to see her confession and she’s not even supposed to be alive to face this possibility.

Tried asking her father what he liked about her mother and none of that matched her (soft figure and extroverted bubbly personality) and Aori gave her ‘the talk’ while completely red faced.

And once she told her teammates, they basically told her to stop being a chicken and just tell him how she feels.

now Katsura does find that just telling him would be the most logical thing to do… but it’s easier said than done.

What if he doesn’t feel the same? Can they still be friends?

Shino pricked up on her not so subtle changes in behavior and wasn’t sure what to make of it.

She’s standing closer, stealing glances when she thinks he’s not looking, jumping a bit when he’d call her name, blushing and losing train of thought whenever their hands accidentally brush, etc.

He’s almost certain he knows what all this means, but maybe it’s just wishful thinking?

Katsura has always smiled easily for him and never seemed to forget him no matter how long it took for them to see each other again.

Maybe it was the way she always was so proud to show him her latest beetle she nurtured from larval or how she seriously always told his beetles to take care of him for her before any missions no matter how small.

Perhaps it was the fact that she always told him she thought he was amazing

Maybe it was the way they both could comfortably enjoy each other’s company without words

Or maybe the way she fussed over the children’s novel she was writing.

The way she always made sure other acknowledged him in group settings by mentioning him or asking him questions.

Her snorting laugh that she’s so embarrassed about had grown on him too. Also made it easy to find her

But at some point he’d developed a crush of his own, so it would be great if she felt the same.

It’s not until Kiba discovers the origami beetle and ask who gave him the love letter

Shino’s like… love letter?

Kiba holding it up to the light so Shino can faintly see the writing in it.

Kiba guesses it’s probably from that mean little thing that always seems to be around Shino these days. In fact, he’s pretty sure it’s her because of the faint scent still on it.

Shino looks calm on the surface but inside, Shino.exe has stopped working. Some quite a few bugs are escaping and kiba is cackling because he f**kin’ KNEW IT!!

Now they’re both acting strangely with each other trying to figure out their timing but what better timing than during one of their forest walks?

Shino waits until they’re absolutely alone (None of his bugs spotted Katsura’s nosy teammates) and Katsura is distracted by if her beetle is ready to find a mate/leave home.

She’s humming to herself that this one doesn’t seem to want to leave when Shino murmurs he can’t blame the little guy. He wouldn’t want to leave her side either.

Queue Katsura turning red and telling him not to joke like that, because she might get the wrong idea.

He tilted his head before asking her why would joke about that? He likes her, and the rest was a blur as her heart was beating too loud to hear everything he said outside of the end of his confession.

Of course she said yes too loudly and then asked him to repeat what he said because she wants to know remember his words forever 🥰

Them as a couple

Once they become official, nothing much changes honestly

They still go on bug hunts and walks in the forest, but will to hold hands while doing these things now.

Shino isn’t into too much PDA of course, but he doesn’t mind her cuddling up to him in private. In fact he welcomes it.

Katsura is the first one to say ‘I love you’ and she’s not shy about saying it.

Will leave him notes to read each day if either one of them has a particularly long mission. (they are numbered and yes she expects him to wait and read them)

He’s also been the subject of several questionable dishes because baking is her thing, not cooking. She is very sorry, Shino.

They both decided she should to stick to cookbooks for awhile after the last random dish

Garden picnics are something they both enjoy whenever their schedules allow and Katsura actually knows how to prepare foods for such an occasion

Shino will have a few more butterflies than normal join them because he knows it will make her smile.

Took them awhile to share a passionate kiss because, they’re both patient types and were waiting on the other to take the lead

But once they did and she heard his beetles buzzing— and he sighed against her lips that was it, she practically jumped on top of him and then apologized profusely later

Shino knows she’s capable, but will still get things down from higher shelves for her.

Katsura loves tracing shapes in Shino’s palms and can/will fall asleep holding his hand. His hands are always so warm and calming to her

She knitted them matching sweaters for winter because she really liked the idea. They didn’t turn out perfect but Shino wore his anyways and made her whole day!

Shino was very supportive of Katsura retiring to take a bigger role at her grandparents bakery and pursue writing. It’s something she always enjoyed and he’s ngl, the thought of them having more time together made him happy.

Katsura was also very supportive of Shino becoming a sensei! What a cute job and she could get intel of what kids may be interested

Both of them would still rather eat at home but will go with their friends. Katsura is more likely to convince Shino it’s good to socialize every once in awhile… although if he wants her to be more selfish with him, she will gladly do so~

Overall just a really sweet couple that’s over the moon about each other 🖤

[ratcandy]

CoGR Abridged/Summarized

Hello hello! My name is Clam, otherwise known as Squeakyclam on Ao3, and this is a heavily summarized/shortened version of my HK fic Camouflage of Great Renown. For anyone somehow finding this that doesn't know what it's about, CoGR focuses on Zote and his story through the game and what preceded it. He recounts his entire life up until the end of what's known in canon, and this includes a whole lot of angst, growth, realizations, and Trauma Revelations.

Oh, and he's a nosk. Zote is a nosk. Yep.

I've had a few requests for a summary, as the work is super long and reading through 130k+ words of Zote dialogue may not be for everyone, hehehe so I've compiled all the important plot points and wrote them out here in order of his story, rather than the plotline CoGR goes through specifically (in which big events in his history are revealed later on).

If I had to recommend reading the fic for anything, it'd be the... impact, I suppose? 'Cause reading the summarized events here will NOT be anything like reading it in CoGR. Seeing as the fic is all in Zote's pov and he actually has to force himself to admit all of this aloud. But I digress!!

Here's a summary of Zote's life according to CoGR.

THIS IS A VERY, VERY LONG POST DESPITE BEING A SUMMARY. I'm sorry, CoGR just has a lot happening! T/W for mentions of death.

A lot more heavy stuff happens in CoGR, but in this summary I do my best to step around those subjects. If you think more T/Ws should be added, let me know, and I'll put them here

Nosks were a species that inhabited Deepnest, specifically living in a den towards the nest's depths. It split off into lots of tunnels and caverns that each nosk lived in. "Society" there was very hostile and unwelcoming, as nosks valued brute strength over just about anything else. Caring for another nosk - be it kin or otherwise - was considered weak. "Burdens" to the den, such as nosks that were badly wounded, would/could not hunt, or were simply getting too old would be killed off. Death in and of itself was very common and hardly anyone would bat an eye at it.

Think the Mantis Tribe but largely feral and without a shred of decency of morals.

Runt donning mask of citizen was born into the nosk den alongside his brother, who would become hunter donning hide of tiktik.

(Before anyone asks, these are just the naming conventions that nosks have. No one but the nosk superiors - the leaders of the den - are granted actual names.)

A third egg was among them, but the brother broke it open and ate the younger sibling not long after hatching.

The two were born under a superior (their mother) and her chosen mate (their father). They were expected to grow up strong and eventually overtake their mother and become superiors. Or, one of them would, maybe.

The runt (Zote) was immediately scorned by the mother, as he was extremely frail and useless, and she just about killed him off right after he hatched - but his father stepped in, and the runt was left alive.

Zote grew up to be a weak nosk who could barely defend himself in a den full of beasts that would gladly kill him if doing so wouldn't be a direct offense to a superior. His brother was cruel to him, his father berated him constantly, and his mother was hardly in the picture at all. Only ever watching him distastefully from afar.

His father did, however, train him, if only sparingly. The least he could do to keep Zote alive. (Doing so would be a death wish were any other nosks to find out about it...)

However, an elder in the den - hunter donning mask of weaver - gained Zote's attention as she told him fantastical stories from outside the den. This elder had spent a good portion of her life among the Weavers, initially being sent to learn about them (to make them easier to hunt) but growing interested in their culture and choosing to stay. Until she did something to get her chased out.

At any rate, she told the stories from the Weavers to Zote, alongside news of what was happening outside of Deepnest. This caused the runt to become obsessed with the idea of being a knight, as the stories just sounded!! So amazing and heroic and awesome and!!! :D Yea!! He wanted to be just like that!

To the point where he even carved a sword out of the shellwood... with the den elder's help. He named it Life-Ender eventually.

At some point, however, his father found out about all this. His father figured that the only way to eliminate this problem - as wishing to be something heroic that saved lives or whatever was SO unnosk-like (and would get him killed) - was to kill the den elder.

Before she died, the elder told Zote to run away from the den, and not to return no matter what. The idiot did not run, and because of this, he witnessed the Den Elder's death at the hands of his father and some other nosks.

Man! this does, however, cause Zote to be more... "open" about his ideas. By this I mean he begins carrying Life-Ender around instead of hiding it in his nest. what do you mean it's a comfort item what! no he's just rebelliously showing off how much he wants to be a knight. totally. 100% /s

well, anyway, not long after this, the idiot's father dies at the claws of his mother. Zote unfortunately witnesses this as well. When he tries to run, his mother catches him, nearly killing him as well. Luckily(?), this attempt is thwarted by Zote's brother, who was very distraught over their father's death. The brother swears to kill the mother before storming off. Zote runs into hiding (still in the nosk den), and begins devising his plan so to get the hell out of there.

Of the few times that Zote leaves his nest after his father's death, 90% of them ended with him getting pummeled by his brother. The latter was livid, blaming the father's death on Zote and frequently bursting into fits of emotional rage. Rage is great for nosks, other emotions not so much.

On one occasion in particular, the brother goes too far, nearly killing Zote. In the scuffle, Life-Ender is shattered, and that sends Zote into a blind anger (mixed with survival instinct as he's About to Die). Zote then kills his brother.

A crowd had gathered around them during the fight. In that crowd was Zote's mother, who looked to him approvingly after he'd killed off his brother. This terrified Zote, so he gathered the pieces of Life-Ender and fled the den forever.

Stopping at the hot spring in Deepnest, he made a disguise for himself based on the vessels that nosks would often capture. He made a new name for himself, took on an entirely new identity, and decided to abandon the idea that he was ever a nosk. He would just go to the City, be knighted by the King (who he'd heard of from the stories the Den Elder would tell him), and live out his life as a knight. Just like he always wanted. Not as a nosk. because he's not that.

The events that follow now are just very short summaries of things that happen throughout cogr.

- He breaks a statue in the Queen's station on accident after a bug finds him there. as a nosk. oops

- He obliterates the entire uoma population /j and burns himself in the process

- He repairs Life-Ender originally using mushrooms in the Fungal Wastes. Fungal adhesion is real I checked I swear

- He makes it to the City of Tears! and while there, he

Gets caught by Hegemol who mistakes him as a vessel

Drowns in the City's gutters

Purchases a cloth to wrap around Life-Ender

Hears the Pale King talk one (1) time and immediately decides he hates him

- While leaving the City, he finds a grub. That grub never really gets named, but as he frequented calling the little thing "Fiend," and the grub eventually began responding to that title, he just considers it a name for them now.

- Zote travels with the grub throughout the Crossroads until he drops them off with the Grubfather, being rewarded for reuniting them but overall feelings pretty :( about it.

- He then goes to the. So you know the houses that are underneath the Gruzz Mother's lil arena? Yea that place. he goes there and "guards" it, becoming that place's self-proclaimed knight.

- then he starts being paranoid about the grub and returns to the grubfather only to see all the grubs have been stolen. he presumes Fiend is dead from this point on (and dodges around ever using the word).

- Then he goes back to the lil town place only to see everyone's infected :(

- We then spend TEN CHAPTERS!! in Greenpath. In which he

eats a plant and dies

Stands in No Eyes's tomb.

Visits the Lake of Unn (and nothing bad happens)

Sees a nosk at the entrance to Fog Canyon and proceeds to have a panic attack

Kills everything

Gets caught by the Vengefly king

Gets saved!

has a breakdown

Yells at Ghost and then Leaves

- Canon starts!

- He stops in Dirtmouth, listens to Elderbug talk, gets told the Myth of the Great old Nosks who are now all Extinct. The news that nosks are now extinct freaks Zote out a little, but he absolutely refuses to return to Deepnest. He doesn't need to make sure. It's fine.

- In an effort to convince himself not to go to Deepnest, he goes to the City again, thinking it can't possibly be all that ba-- oh no everyone's dead!

- he inadvertently steals a map marker from Ghost and decides to use that as a pin for his cloak

- Zote returns to Deepnest. He's very upset with himself for this, but he just has to know if all the nosks are actually extinct now.

The answer is yes

but before that he gets caught by dirtcarvers and put in a web and has to be saved. this makes him angry

Upon seeing all the dead nosks once he gets to the den, and noticing that the last nosk was mimicking Ghost (evidenced by the mask left behind) before it died, he decides that he's gotta Kill Everything again

- more specifically we're going to the Colosseum now.

- Zote's fear of water evaporates as he goes through the secret passage in the King's Station to get to Kingdom's Edge. He only found it because he saw Ghost go that way

- While at the Kingdom's Edge, he gets caught by the Fools, who he stupidly challenges and then immediately gets caught by.

- sits in dumb baby jail for a while. mean to tiso

- Then the colosseum battle happens! He does not win he then gets dropped down into kingdom's edge with little regard toward whether he's dead or alive

- He grabs a Fool's helmet before leaving, going back to Dirtmouth, and intending to bury that thing

- this goes wrong as he bumps into Bretta. He then sits and talks with her for God Only Knows how Long, spacing out while doing so, and not even noticing when she eventually gets up and leaves him.

- He buries the helmet, shuts himself away in his house, and gets stuck repeating his precepts to himself. At the end of CoGR it is revealed that he hasn't been talking to anyone, and is instead talking to himself endlessly as no one is left to listen to him

and that's it! that's cogr. yeah

[villxinmiixx]

Hi again i hope your doing well<3 can u do redestro with s/o that his mood weather quirk like pepa from encanto if you watched it but if you didn't please tell me<3

darling, please calm down—

﹫redestro ( yotsubishi rikiya )

♡ fem! reader

♡ genre; fluff

♡ note; forcing myself to post lol anyway, i literally kin pepa with a little camilo on the side also i'm really proud with the picture the header i made. ↓ don't use it unless you give me credit.

side note- don't mind the fact that i keep changing how i spell re-destro's name-

━ that quirk? yeah. it's hot, he thinks it's attractive if i'm being honest.

━ when he first met you; you had a scowl on your face due to how “annoying” skeptic was being to you.

━ something about?; “you're gonna be a drag to the liberation army. ” yada yada yada, you weren't listening. you were too busy trying to not make a hurricane.

━ you were just a new, mere, stubborn member in the mla, you weren't included in the lieutenants nor was in a “special” group of the army.

━ but soon after, due to your powerful quirk and your anger issues you managed to get in geten's side of the army where he lead the; “vanguard action guerilla warfare regiment: violet.” as the commander.

━ you became the co-commander to the violet regiment due to how powerful you became as months went by after you arrived.

━ your efforts and power weren't unnoticed by redestro, you were praised by him once; which made you twitch and shake in anticipation since praise by him is as if being praised by god so why not.

━ you soon realized that you had feelings for him, but quickly discarded it as “its probably just admiration” but the feelings inside you grew stronger day by day as you walk past by him in the halls.

━ you never made an effort to confess to him, nor planned to; but unfortunately trumpet overheard your friends teasing you about your crush on redestro. which made you burst like thunder in a sunny day everyone knows you hate being teased by something so stupid, which to them. is funny. therefore they tease you. what good friends.

━ trumpet immediately told redestro about and gave him a smirk, even though you have anger issues you are infact pretty gorgeous.

your sun earrings dangling from your ears, your effort to calm down when you feel like you're about to erupt like a volcano, your attempts to be cheerful, everything about you was quite endearing.

not a single person from the liberation could deny, especially redestro himself.

━ when redestro confronted you about it you were quite.. in denial—

you stared at the brown haired man in disbelief, how dare he accuse you of having feelings for you! you don't have feelings for him! it's admiration! there's a difference!!,

you stumbled on your words for a few moments before gripping the horizontal book in your hands tightly.

“h-how dare you accuse me of having such feelings for you! they're admiration! you may be the grand commander but it is not nice of you to accuse a woman like me with THAT! ” you let go of the book with your dominant hand and gripped it on the other, you pointed a finger at him as you ‘lectured’ him.

while you ‘yelled’ at him with eyes closed, his smile only grew more; so when you opened your eyes to look at him you stood quietly for quite awhile.

there was a cloud on top of your head but it wasn't raining, it wasn't gray, nor did any lightning appeared; just a simple cloud looming near your head.

you blushed, grumbling a few words as you walked away from the gorgeous man.

you didn't have feelings for him, you didn't have feelings for him, you didn't have—

you felt a palm wrap around your wrist, halting you from your stubborn walking.

you looked behind you to find redestro smiling as he held your wrist in his hand, you turned your body to face him and-

“i like you too, [ nickname ].”

what? he? what-? wh- wait what?!

━ next day you were spotted with redestro; a wrapped arm perfectly in between his shoulder and elbow, blushing like a mad woman.

━ each time someone asked, redestro would always say the truth and embarrassed the hell out of you which in result; was you blushing crazily as hide your pretty face with your hair or- SOMETHING-

━ he tolerated your anger issues like how he tolerated geten's, you were still in the regiment violet; serving as the co-commander for that group. you didn't want to have your own side since it would be a hassle atleast- that's what you said.

━ whenever you were mad at something and a large gray cloud starts looming in the large room threatening to strike lightning at someone, he'd come up to you and gently pat your back; telling you to calm down and it's not a big deal. unless- it is. like having one of his subordinates killed something like that i don't know.

━ he likes to tease you by suddenly opening the door, both loudly and - well. loudly. i forgot what i was gonna say-

and you'd always shout his name after his stunt, smacking the back of his neck lightly.

━ he loves you though, and you love him.

©avillainsimpandkinnie - All rights reserved. No work shall be reproduced, modified, translated without permission.

[moldisgoodforyou]

valentine’s day

warnings: cursing as per usual. also. angsty!!! blame the anon tho not me I accept zero responsibility for anything here. it’s about the GROWTH people

wordcount: 2.2k

source: @obi-kin​

Rafe called Sophie at 5pm on Valentine’s Day, his tone unusually bright. Sophie had been in the architecture studio all week and they hadn’t seen each other in a few days, so he was especially eager to take her out. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was a sucker for romance. His last long-term girlfriend hadn’t really entertained it, and made fun of him often for trying too hard. While Sophie might have occasionally ribbed him for his gestures, she made a point to show him she appreciated it, which always made him more eager to please.

“Hey! Will you be ready soon? I’ll pick you up,” Rafe greeted when she answered.

“Ready?” Sophie sounded distant, with her phone on speaker lying on the desk next to her work.

“...Yes? That’s what I said, are you ready?” He cocked his head with the phone pressed to his ear, thinking he might have had bad reception.

She furrowed her brow, trying to think if she had forgotten something. She was usually meticulous about her plans, marking everything down in her calendar no matter what. “Ready for what?”

From his voice, she could tell he was becoming more and more deflated, but couldn’t quite place why.

“Soph, you’re serious?”

She wrinkled her nose a little at the question. “Yes, I’m serious. What am I missing here?”

“Ready for dinner. Downtown.” Rafe didn’t give her anything more, hoping she’d remember, hoping she didn’t completely forget something he’d been looking forward to for the past week. He ran his hand through his hair impatiently as he waited for her response.

She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to remember. “Rafe, I can’t go to dinner tonight, I have to work on my project due Friday. I got caught up with helping some of my students earlier.”

To him, she didn’t sound the least bit apologetic, just factual. He was silent, almost in disbelief for a moment. “Right. I forgot school comes first.”

His tone was more bitter than he intended, and she almost flinched just hearing it over the phone, her own voice growing apologetic. “Well, yeah, I have to -”

“S’whatever.” He cut her off abruptly. “I have to go. Have fun with your project.”

“Rafe...” she tried, unsuccessful as he hung up. Feeling uneasy, she briefly debated calling him back to figure out what was up, but another student knocked on the studio door and she got distracted helping them try to find spare supplies. After a while, she decided to just push it off and ignore it, chalking it up to a bad day on his end.

A few hours later, when it was nearing midnight, Rafe shot her a text - a simple ‘How much longer? I’ll come drive you home.’ He had cancelled their dinner reservation and got Mexican with the boys instead, but resisted from indulging in the drink specials, knowing he still wanted to see Sophie despite her forgetting their plans.

Still a little stung from his comments (and completely unaware of what she did), she shot back her text right away - ‘I’m fine, I’ll walk.’ She was packing up her things when he texted, planning on leaving soon anyways, but wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her after his demeanor on the phone.

Always loyal, Rafe was already waiting out front in his car when she walked out a few minutes later. She scowled at his stubbornness that rivaled hers but strolled up to the car anyways and opened the door, but didn’t get in just yet. “Are you still mad at me?”

He paused for a moment, considering his response. “I’m not really happy with you right now, no. But get in. I don’t want you walking home alone.”

She sighed but climbed in, setting her backpack at her feet, and crossed her arms across her chest with a little huff. “Look, Rafe, I don’t know what I did to make you all pissed off, but -”

Rafe leaned back and pulled out a bouquet of flowers from the backseat, setting it in her lap. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Dead silence.

Her jaw dropped and she glanced at her phone for the date, just to confirm how badly she’d screwed up. “I...fuck,” she whispered, swallowing hard.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t forget. Tried giving you the benefit of the doubt, you know.” His voice softened a little but he kept his eyes trained on the road, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel.

Sophie looked like she was about to cry, shrinking back into her seat as her cheeks grew hot. “I’m so, so sorry, Rafe. I guess I thought it was next week or something. I know this was important to you.”

He exhaled at her apology, glancing over with concern when he saw her wobbling lip and teary eyes. “It’s fine, Soph, it’s nothing to cry over.”

“No, I - you’ve been so sweet, and so supportive, and I was being totally selfish,” she started rambling, reaching out for him and only stopping once he took her hand and squeezed gently. He only wanted to make her realize how he felt for a moment, not to make her truly upset.

It was like all the stress from the past week had all piled up on her at once and this was the tipping point, something she could have controlled. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself. “I’m going to make it up to you. Saturday. I mean it.”

He turned to her at the stoplight and ran his thumb over her cheekbone, trying to calm her down. “What if I have homework?”

“Oh.” Sophie’s face fell. “Right, never mind -”

Rafe laughed a little, shaking his head quickly. “No, no, I’m sorry, that was mean. Saturday, then?”

“Yes.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Saturday, belated Valentine’s Day. I won’t be a terrible girlfriend.”

“You’re not a terrible girlfriend.” He hesitated before continuing, pulling up on the street outside her sorority house and turning off the car so he could walk her to the door like always. “Just, um.” After a few seconds, he shook his head. “Never mind.”

“No, tell me.” She reached out and took his hand again, brows knitting together in concern.

He spoke quickly, only making eye contact once he got it all out. “Sometimes I feel like second place to your schoolwork.” After a moment’s pause, he added quickly, “and it’s not a big deal, I really admire how hard you work and I know it’s important to you. But.” He shrugged. “It just felt like something I should tell you.”

“Rafe, baby...” She frowned, squeezing his hand in reassurance upon hearing his confession. “I love you so damn much, you know that?”

He nodded and leaned over to kiss her, hating the way her eyes started welling up with tears again. “I know. I love you too. We don’t have to talk about it, it doesn’t really matter.”

“It does matter.” She shook her head and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “I fucked up, and I’ve been getting way too caught up with school. That’s not fair to you.”

“I know you’re busy.” He mumbled, pressing his head into her touch. “S’okay. I’m being needy, or whatever.”

“You’re not.” She crawled over the center console without a second thought, albeit a little awkwardly, and threw her arms around him once she sat on his lap, holding him close. “That thought hasn’t occurred to me once. Ever.”

He let his head rest against her shoulder, nuzzling into her. “You’re sure? Because my ex -”

“Rafe.” She frowned as she cut him off. “I’m sure.” She told him confidently, rubbing small little circles against his back. “I’ve missed you, I’ve been way too busy. And I’m so sorry I fucked up Valentine’s Day for you, I know you’d been looking forward to it.”

He hummed in acknowledgment against her neck, relaxing more at her touch. “Do I get you the whole day Saturday?”

“The whole weekend, even.” She smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

He laughed and lifted his head, giving her a sweet kiss. “Two whole days with just you might be too much to handle.”

She blushed and poked his stomach, holding back a grin. “Stop it, you love me.”

“I do. My favorite.” He grinned and kissed her again, then nodded toward her sorority house. “Any chance I could come up with you?”

“Depends, do you want to watch Gone Girl with my roommates?”

Rafe furrowed his brow in concern. “Gone Girl? On Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes.” She nodded once. “We’ve all been single on the holiday for the last two years, it’s tradition.”

“Can’t partake in tradition if you’re locked down.” He teased. “Unfortunately the boys are home tonight too, so. Looks like we’re both going home to empty beds.”

Sophie scowled and leaned forward, bumping their noses together then resting her forehead on his. “Three more months and then we’ll have our own rooms in senior houses to have all the sleepovers we want.”

“Ah, not quite. Three more months and then you’re leaving me for a whole more three months.” Rafe corrected, resting his hands on her hips and rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.

“Don’t remind me, that’s the worst part.” She groaned, dropping her head down to his shoulder. “I’m gonna pack you in my suitcase, you think you can make the flight in cargo?”

“Nah, you’d miss out on the clothing space.” He nudged her with his shoulder. “Hey.”

“Hey.” She mumbled against his neck, not wanting to let him go.

“As comfortable as this is, can we move to the backseat if we’re stuck here for a second? I want to give you your gift.”

She lifted her head and nodded, then crawled into the backseat, Rafe laughing as he got out then slid in the back with her. Sophie grabbed her backpack from the front seat. “Wait, me first. Close your eyes. It’s not wrapped yet, because I wasn’t ready - well, um. Just close your eyes.” She tripped over her words, cheeks feeling hot again as she thought again about how poorly she handled the day.

He reached out and squeezed her shoulders quickly. “It’s alright, Soph.”

“It’s not. But just close your eyes.”

Rafe nodded dutifully and shut his eyes, holding out an expectant hand. She placed a small wooden jewelry box in it, unwrapped, with dark red felt lining and a little grid organizer inside. He opened his eyes and furrowed his brow for a moment, running his thumb over the stained wood with his engraved initials on top. “It’s a box?”

She laughed. “Open it.”

He undid the latch and grinned once he realized what it was, with one of his rings she had ‘borrowed’ nestled inside. “How’d you know I needed one of these?”

“Because you’re always putting them in terrible spots. I took that one from the cupholder in your car last week.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “I made it, is it okay? Do you like it?”

“It’s awesome, Soph.” He leaned forward and kissed her quickly once he noticed her nerves. “I can’t believe you can make this kind of stuff, it’s fucking cool.”

She smiled, relaxing a little. “It’s not much, but I think it could be useful. Better than just setting your rings on your counter, anyways.”

“I love it.” He smiled back, then reached down and pulled out a gift bag from under the seat, handing it to her. “This is kind of...well, I don’t know, it’s not really a romantic gift. So maybe lower your expectations.” He warned.

Sophie raised her eyebrows, confused, until she unwrapped the gift and pulled out a big set of nice drawing markers, meant for architecture. Her meager eight pack had been steadily drying out over the semester, bought second hand from an older student, and were barely getting her by. She hadn’t realized he noticed from his time just hanging out in the studio with her.

“Wow.” She breathed out, unzipping the case and running her fingers over the markers all lined up.

“Is it okay? That’s the brand you use, right? And the colors are okay?” His eyes flitted over her face with brief concern.

She nodded quickly and set them aside, pulling him into a hug. “It’s perfect, Rafe, I don’t think you know how much I needed those.” She took a deep breath, a little shaky.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He ran his hands up and down her back, pulling her into his lap. “Hey. No crying.”

She sniffled a little, mumbling into his shirt. “M’not crying.”

“You are too, I can hear it.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and she lifted her head to kiss his lips. “I don’t like it when you cry.”

“I don’t like crying when I’m with you.” She gave herself a moment to compose herself. “Thank you, Rafe, so much. You’re too good to me.”

“No such thing.” He kissed her long and slow, cupping his hand against her cheek. “I love you Soph, no matter what.”

“Love you too. I promise, I’ll make Valentine’s Day up to you this weekend. You can hold this over me forever.” She teased, tugging gently on the ends of his hair.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Forever’s a long time.”

“Yeah, well, you’ll need it if you’re gonna put up with me for that long.” She grinned and kissed him quickly, not giving him a second to think about her words before crawling off his lap and grabbing the flowers and her gift. “I love you. You’re my favorite, I mean it.”

“Mine too.” He took the hint and helped her out of the car, then walked her to the door. “Sweet dreams, angel.”

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[thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny]

Welp...I did it. I made yet ANOTHER Silm OC, and I'm not sorry about it (the silver hair/brown skin combo is my aesthetic, don't judge me).

Anyway, this is Aranmír Edlothion, also known as the Prince of Flowers in his wedding attire. I came up with the idea of him from doing a fantasy RP with a friend of mine, and my absolute obsession with enemies to lovers so...here he is! My lovely boi, I hope y'all love him as much as I do! Facts under the cut.

Name Translation:

Father-name: Aranmír- "king's jewel" (I know in Quenya it'd be spelt with a double m but I dunno if that's how Sindarin works)

Mother-name: Edlothion- "blossomer, bloomer, he who causes flowering"

He's the third and youngest child of Thingol and Melian after Luthien and Daeron (cuz I see a lot of people making Dae Luthi's brother in their headcanons and I figured "why the fuck not get in on the headcanon fun? I mean Tinfang would've been her brother too in another version")

He's a botanist and horticulturist who has a stronger relationship with plants than people. He's cultivated several varieties of flower and fruit, hence his nickname. Practically lives in his greenhouse.

Can make a shit ton of drugs, poisons, and alcohols from his plants, my guy is a walking pharmacy.

Looks sweet and nice and poised, is actually batshit feral and will fuck you up.

Horny on main but also a nerd

Will go days without sleep getting caught up in his research.

Loves his family to death and they're all really close-knit, but inferiority complex like a MOTHERFUCKER. Being in this family will do that to you, I mean he’s like an actually cheerful Caranthir.

With Thingol being the greatest of the Sindar and Melian being a literal angel, Luthien being literally the hottest thing to walk the earth (also stupidly magically powerful) and Daeron being the best singer of all time, Ara is just the “weird plant kid”.

His Maiarin magic takes the form of being able to manipulate and magically affect plant growth.

Married Celegorm to forge an alliance for peace. Basically Morgoth is a bigger threat than he is in canon and in order to defeat him, the Sindar and the Noldor have to kiss and make up...literally. Both groups would rather die than join forces but they really have no choice because the Valar are sitting on their glittery asses not helping (at least not yet)

Agreed to the match out of duty to Doriath (and also to say "hey, I'm useful guys. Be proud of me"), Thingol is pissed. "HELL NO, I'D RATHER FACE MORGOTH BY MYSELF THAN GIVE MY CHILD TO THOSE WILD DOGS!"

Luthien is ALSO pissed, especially considering what Celegorm and Curufin tried to pull with her. She is NOT happy about letting her little bro "be sold to a pit of vipers"

On their wedding day there was crying. A LOT of crying. But Ara would die for his people so he sucks it up, and also to protect his brother and sister from being selected.

Those flowers braided into Ara's hair are red anemones, symbolizing protection against evil (he's gonna need it)

To say that he and Tyelko do NOT fuck with each other would be the understatement of the century.

Tried to poison his "beloved husband" once, having a huge knowledge of plants he knows which ones are poisonous af. He was basically in cushy jail (watched like a hawk and confined to his rooms) for like the next two years after that.

Unfortunately for him, Celegorm also knows his plant stuff cuz...hunter, hello. So yeah, that didn't work. He thought it was cute, but told Ara in no uncertain terms that if he tried that shit again, he'd make his life hell.

Turning point came when they were stuck in a survival situation and forced to work together to literally not die.

It's cliche AF but they bonded a little over nature and shit..

Another cliche: It was raining, they were cold and hubby is attractive...so yeah.

Their interactions consisted of VERY sporadic friendly moments interspersed with veiled insults and hate sex. (Ara threw up their first time, feeling like a traitor to his dead kin)

Before they realized "we're stuck with each other forever, may as well try not to be miserable for the rest of eternity"

So they tried to get along and shit and discovered they had a lot of similar interests.

Curufin kinda gets jealous of their friendship because Tyelko's his fave brother (and also Ara tried to poison him)

It literally took them like 300 years to move from enemies to semi-friends.

Ara saved his husband’s life once by brewing up an antidote for a poisoned arrow wound (he didn’t poison him this time)

Celegorm comforted Ara over his grief at Luthien's death (he blamed him at first, of course) and this led to them becoming even closer.

They like to hang out together in the woods, sometimes not coming back for days.

[damedamedame]

AKANE X READER X TERU - HEADCANONS

- “Oblivious.”

NOTES: why have a love triangle when you can have polyamory ( ´ ▽ ` )

You were known to be the most frustrating person to have a crush on because you’re a dense fUck.

Didn’t stop Teru and Akane though.

Unfortunately, you were just far too cute and kind in their eyes that they had to

E N D U R E

How oblivious you were

You’re a part of the student council, the ‘Head of Communications’.

Ironic, really.

Ever since you stepped in and showed how caring and kind and lovely you are

Both guys just kind of

Fell hard

For you <33

Teru, at first, was stunned since he’s usually the one getting crushed on.

‘Peculiar girl.’ He thinks as his heart pounds faster at the thought of you blushing because of him.

Would have confessed sooner but someone would not let him.

Akane, at first, was a MESS

‘What about Ao-chan..?’ He thinks as he slams his head on the table after seeing you smile at him.

Eventually after much distress, he came to terms with it and realized his feelings for you were just that strong.

They have this little rivalry going on about you.

Who am I kidding?? They will FIGHT TO THE D E A T H for your attention.

Which would end up with them d yin g because you’re so fuc kin dense bUT ALSO PRECIOUS.

Fights between them usually end with you saying ‘I love you both though...?’

You love them both since they’re such rad human beings yo!!

AND YOU DIDN’T REALIZE HOW MUCH THEY JUST AGH LOVE YOU.

Okok now for YOUR side.

After much questioning from Aoi and Nene, and practically everyone for w e e k s.

You’ve finally come to realize your feelings were not at all friend-like when it came to the President and Vice-President.

P AN IC EN SU ES

Because you love them both and you don’t want to choose dAMN IT.

Then you came up with the idea!

WHY NOT HAVE BOTH OF THEM (°▽°)

I mean, you like them, they seem to like you..

Yes, after many fights about your affections that you’ve witnessed between them, you were still not sure.

When you confess to them the next day, because you’re one brave but oblivious little s hit i sUPPORT

And you clarify it as a ‘Real Confession’

They look at themselves.. then back to you

“Which one are you confessing to, (Y/N)?”

“Y-You both..?”

There’s a bit of confusion all around.

But they realize that there’s just no way one of them could surrender you to the other.

So, that’s... pretty much a win-win solution.

And that’s how the student council trio became a full-on couple.

Sure, people gossip about you being ‘selfish’ and ‘keeping two hot boys all to yourselves’

But you’re just ehh and don’t really care.

Anyone who’d hurt you will crumble under the dark gaze of them both anyways.

Will occasionally get jealous at each other.

But you remind them that you love them both.

And they

M E LT.

They love you a lot and you love them too.

:>

-

NOTES: i-is this how polyamory works or— idkidkidk

[chikoriita]

A couple months ago, I commissioned the very talented @rosekasa​ to visualize Emrys, one of the main characters of my original writing. She did an amazing job, and I wanted to introduce Emrys to you all. I’ve spent the last few years tinkering with the idea of publishing. This past year has helped me realize that it could be a possibility. 

I’ve put a small excerpt under the read more, and I’d love to see what y’all think.

The early morning’s sun shone on the water, reflecting the clear sky above. All was calm on the surface of the Samundhar save for one boat gliding through the water. The sole passenger, young Emrys Gale, watched the slow waves splash against the side of the ferry. Few people traveled the routes between the isles this early on a Sunday morning. On a normal day, the chatter and din of noblemen traveling from their homes on the outer islands to their destinations toward the center cluster would overpower anyone’s thoughts. Emrys wished it was the case that morning. Unfortunately, all was calm except for her stomach. It began to twist and twist in on itself in anticipation.

This morning started with Maryl, the Galewind majordomo, angrily knocking on her door. She opened the door to find the irritated old man holding a summons with the Minister’s seal. He gave her a look last given when he found her playing in his precious garden. He dropped it in her hand and left muttering about retirement. As if it were her fault the Minister of Lyria summoned her to the capital for an important meeting. That day. By noon. Without delay, Emrys readied herself and caught the first ferry out to Dweeparaj, the capital city of Lyria.

The Lyrian archipelago was located in the Samundhar, a sea between the two halves of the Millennium Coalition. Made up of close to one hundred islands, winding ferries connected them to one another. Legends claimed that once, many eons ago, all the islands stood together as one large island of Lyria. A calamity broke the land apart, tearing the Lyrians away from their kin and countrymen. To remain one with their people, they built the boats to keep their country as one.

Centuries later, Lyrians continued these traditions on the decks of boats sailing on the wide sea, between the islands and beyond. Every islander remembered their first time visiting a neighboring island, standing above the open water and free as a bird. Emrys treasured the memory of her first sail to Dweeparaj. Her father took her with him on the ferry to the capital as a treat. At the time, no one trusted the new ferry system, but now it was the largest infrastructure improvement for the archipelago.

The ferries were an elaborate system of close to one hundred routes built on the Lyrian core value of punctuality. The phrase ‘Time is of the essence’ was the national motto. Clocks lined the walls in every building and boat. Hurricanes could hit, but still at least one boat kept each route alive. Of all of the routes, the Capital Ferry stuck to a strict schedule. Not once had Emrys seen the ferry deter from its schedule. Not until this morning that is. Today, Emrys’ ferry took its time at each stop, delaying the route.

The captain and the attendant were not worried. After all their years of ferrying, they could take a small break on a Sunday morning. After all, the Senate was in recess, and no one regularly went to the capital during these weeks anyway. Their only passenger seemed to be low maintenance. The attendant did not hear one grunt or grumble on this late morning. But his poor eyesight missed the murderous glares that passenger sent his way. Even one as easy going as Emrys Gale was at the end of her tether.

With every stop, her stomach tightened a fraction more. What did the Minister want? Her father was set to return any day to Lyria. His business could wait, could it not? She pulled out the raggedy pocket watch her father gifted her. The ferry should have reached Dweeparaj almost an hour ago.

Why were they not moving fast today of all days? Unlike her fellow citizens, she did not require punctuality at every juncture. In fact, her daily routine was quite flexible. Her days could be stopped completely for all she cared. But not this day, not with the summons in her pocket. Emrys tucked the watch into her shirtwaist pocket, tugging at the string. No one was too careful on the main island. A large city like Dweeparaj crawled with pickpockets and hustlers waiting to prey on unsuspecting young girls. Her hand slid along her dupatta to her aunt’s dagger.

Maya gifted it to her once she began traveling to Dweeparaj on her own. “Pacifism and non-violence are excellent morals, but if it is your life on the line, you will need violence.” She understood her aunt’s sentiments but secretly wondered if she gave it to upstage her father’s pocket-watch gift. What twelve-year old preferred a watch to a knife?

“Do not worry, wrongdoers will carry my mark if they target me and live with that forever,” she joked, dragging the handle down her cheek.

Her aunt did not appreciate her humor.

She twisted the crumpled summons in her hands. Anxiety only wrinkled it further. A small bump jarred Emrys from her thoughts. They had finally reached the city. The ferry swayed side to side as it glided onto the station dock. The frazzled attendant finally registered the delay they faced and stood to quickly escort her off the ship. Emrys hesitated. If she stayed on the ferry, four stops later, she would return home. Staying on the ship could mean safety in ignorance. But it would be a short-lived respite. The Minister was not a man to ignore. What did he want with her of all people?

"I need you to get off the gangplank, madam!” Emrys blinked. Had she already reached the end? Her feet decided for the rest of her - all of her will see the Minister today. After all, what was so urgent that she needed to come that day to Dweeparaj? We serve at the pleasure of our country, thought Emrys as she stepped off the plank.