#asks are welcome as ways to continue plot but not necessary

[ex-criminalgarchomp]

@greedentstripes @ Thora

(Matthew) Excuse me ma'am, are you having any difficulty reaching anything on that shelf? Do you need any assistance or a boost maybe?

(I'm back from however long I was gone! And now am continuing the story!)

[idontcare4urmom]

wrong || matt sturniolo

stepbrother!matt x fem!reader

summary: where your dad found a new woman on his life after one year of your mom's death,so you are forced to live all together after a lot of pressure,but what you didn't know yet is that her son is a total temping being that will send you over the edge..in many ways.

warnings: smuttt,unprotected sex,not proofread,porn with plot,dirty talk,eating out,pet-names,suggestive,scratching,tits sucking,etc.

a/n: my first language is not English,this sure has some grammar or other errors so i am sorry<3

."🎀".

"what the fuck you mean we have to move in with her?" you were basically shouting on your dad,and you weren't sure if you were more annoyed at the fact that he had moved on so far already or cause he didn't even cared to ask you if you acknowledge with it.

"i told you too many times that this is a very big and important step to me honey,besides her place is absolutely flawless,you will love it" his words only made you angrier,but you decided not to push it anymore since you knew deep down it would be waste of time,he had made his decision.

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the days passed quickly,and you found yourself holding your suitcase in front of a captivating building that would change a part of your life for many years,at least your dad did not lie,it was trully more than luxurious,so with a deep sigh you walked until the doorway with him,your anxious levels on high.

after a few knocks the door opened to reveal a surprisingly tall,appealing woman standing there,with brunette silky highlights and a pretty good enough shaped body,the sight made you furrow although you could tell why your father had fallen for her.you were caught off guard when you were the one she even pulled into an embrace first and seemed in general eager to meet you.

"oh sweetie your dad has told me many things about you,i am Lana,come in,come in" you didn't had much time to process because she was pushing your hand gently inside,your eyes widening as you took in the house with your eyes,it was for sure bringing vibes of a cozy,modern place.

you didn't want to be in your normal pissy mood for the reason that she was treating you politely for now,so you made a small comment "wow,the decoration is really nice"

"oh thank you,i want you to be comfortable and feel welcomed here,you can go check the guest room that will be your own,is down the hall,if you need any help just call out my name" you nodded a little and began making your way towards the apparently new space you will probably spend most of the day at.

but,without realizing a sudden unrecognized human figure appeared in front of you while making it's way to another room,making you leave a small yelp from your lips "who are you?"

the blye eyed boy raised an eyebrow once he heard the question,letting a sarcastic laugh as he spoke "very ironic for someone to ask when they are the one in my house" oh? well he had sure attitude for the few seconds you had met him. you were about to say something in response even so he continued, a sheepish grin forming on his lips when he examined your presence through his dark eyelashes "wait..you must be my stepsister"

"huh?" was the only word you could express,you were incredibly confused--who was he? "i am Lana's son, Matt,no one informed you about me?" it was like he was able to read your thoughts,it only creeped you out more.

"no..my father must forgot to announce your existence to me" the words snarked out of your tongue as you were trying hard to act sassy,but for a disguise,cause shit the more you were observeting him the more perfect he got.

he had the necessary amount of beard to sense in case he ever trailed kisses down your body,his blue orbs seemed like they could stare deep into your soul yet in a enjoyable way,and hell those fingers were too distracting for no reason,especially with those silver rings that were practically begging for attention.just any of his facial features were ideal--however you weren't supposed to fall for him,it would be wrong.

you snapped out of your thoughts when there was a sound of a familiar voice snapping across the end of the hall,approaching the both of you excitedly,even though she was addresing specifically to you "i see you guys met,sorry darlin' i forgot to have a quick chat with you about that i have a kid..anyway he may be a pain sometimes but i am sure you will get along well with him"

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two weeks have passed,and she was completely wrong.every day the urge of smashing a bottle on top of his head is only increasing,he would suddenly barg into your bedroom searching for his own belongings,asserting that he often lost things by accident since he is being here from time to time--why? his set-up pc is on your area for years now.

despite that,his own bedroom is just a few steps away from yours,you have been struggling with sleeping peacefully cause he would blast music on his speaker at 2-3 am,you are almost confirmed that he must be doing it on purpose--and it doesn't end here,there is worse.

you are aware of a guy having 'needs' so the occasional echo of moaning could be heard to you from the thin paper walls,you swear that it's music to your ears and you feel like your mind is sabotaging you.he is annoying,that though didn't stopped you from having a weird desire rising in you for him,a pang on your chest with guilt for possessing the most unholy fantasizes whenever he would roam around in just a pair of sweatpants.

with all this being said,you produced a baffling bond with Matt,signs showing that he is on the same page as you,which leads you to today.laying down on your bed with your phone on your hands,stressfully ignoring his presence a few meters away.him entirely concentrated on his screen computer playing--God knows what--video games,with the controller on his hands.the silense more than unbearable.

you were determined to prove to yourself that maybe you can spend some time with him,you took advantage of him not wearing any headphones and lightly tapped his shoulder,pointing towards the black console afterwards "can i try?" you anticipated for his response,silently hoping that he doesn't mind.

Matt was kind of surpised by your request,nevertheless he had finished the round so he nodded "umh..sure" he slid off from the gaming chair while handing you the controller,your fingers barely brushing with his yet enough to make your head spinning.

you rested your body on the mesh fabric as he sat on the bed,and with a glance of the buttons you were clueless of the task in hand,not having any idea on how to participate in the online game.luckily,he noticed the confused look written on your face so he came next to you and started to make a fast learning lesson,

he taught you how to jump,how to run,how to kill,and other features you require to have in case of a proper match.as he did so,you caught him taking a few glimpses of your chest--it's not like he could help it,your crop top was exposing a certain amount of your cleavage,making it hard for him to focus.

a devilish smile curled to your face when you noticed,feeling bold enough to adjust down the shirt such as leaving only your breasts covered--matt could feel his heart beat raising,the temperature of the room turning thick once he stopped talking.

"can you show me how to jump again? i don't think i get it" you spoke,a hint of suggestiveness leaking from your tone--and he didn't want more than just to devour you right there, your father and his mother had left for shopping,so you were both totally alone which sent shivers down your back,

the tension bloomed into a insufferable feeling between the two of you,causing your breath to hitch around your throat,especially when you felt his fingers starting to touch yours fully in attempt to answer your previous 'request'.a hushed gasp breaking out from you when there was a unexpected hand gesture tracing your thigh in a agonizingly pace--screw this.

with a smooth shift of your face and waist you palmed his cheeks,bringing his lips to yours into a fiery dance.he didn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth,impatiently exploring your taste before nipping down your bottom lip,eliciting a moan from you that get's shallowed against him,

the sound you made vibrated through matt's whole body,landing directly straight to his core and he could feel his jeans growing tight around his crotch,he didn't ever remembered himself getting hard from just a making out session--he craved more,he needed more,and so did you.

his hands started travelling their way to your stomach,crawling upwards until he squeezed your nipples over the fabric of your top and reaching to lift it up, "is this okay?" you nodded desperately at the question,he didn't wasted time by taking it off over your head,unclasping with one motion your bra afterwards to shower your bare chest with open-mouthed kisses,

your hums of approval soon turned into whimpers when he wrapped his mouth on the flesh of your left breast,swirling his tongue around it while his hand pinched the other between his free fingers,he repeated his actions by giving the same treatment to your right one after.

with a loud pop he pulled away,slowly reaching under the gaming chair so he is on his knees,his eye pupils half-lidded and fluttering over your face before he yanks off your shorts with panties,exposing your already wet dripping pussy to his hungry gaze,

"fuck you are soaked,how long have you been dreaming this? have you been waiting for me to finally pleasure you sweetheart?" you could him mutter cooing through gritted teeth,licking at your thighs in a intractable speed as he itches towards the arching spot in between your legs,lavishing his attention there as he made a long stripe up on your clit,making you buck your hips against his face shamelessly,

your nails found his hair,gripping and tugging on it for support,dragging a hiss from his mouth as he began to lap on your juices like you were his last meal,you started riding his face while whining pathetically,the obsence resounds filling the room as he continued to satisfy you.

his index finger rubbed your entrance,letting you shaking for more and barely hearing his gagged whispers "you taste so fucking amazing,such an intoxicating cunt",your lower abdomen started quivering into the familiar knot,reminding you of your approaching release,making you clench uncontrollably around his mouth,

"come on,finish all over face baby" matt sneered out when he sucked on robs of your pre-cum, your lips forming a perfect 'o' shape in the same time you swirled your digits on his roots so his head is forced to be still there,with a long pornographic moan you erupted,spurting thick,white jets that made your legs glistening.

after pulling away he swooped you into his arms,carrying you bridal-style on the mattress of the bed,him laying down firstly before grasping your sides stronly,helping you to be on top of him as he guided your hips so you can push against his clothed erection,the sensation maddening for the both of you.

your still sensitive heat grinded back and forth,feeling his cock poking under you so your hands progress to tug the zipper of his jeans down,sliding them down along with his boxers to his ankles in a way of exposing his throbbing tip,you usually didn't liked how dicks looked but matt's was different; a needy tenderness to have it deep inside you,he adjusted with ease the head down your folds,and with no doubt you sinked down on his length.

a unbidden squeal slipped from you as he grunted repeatedly,his grunts turned into loud groans of pure filthiness as soon as you started bouncing yourself,your tight walls squelching him, sending him closer to the edge even though it hadn't passed a minute of you riding him,his back arching forward which gave you the opportunity of scratching down the skin of his behind shoulders,

"such a good girl,fucking yourself on your stepbrother's cock, such a whore f'me" his words actually made you feel pitiful yet encouraging your movements to speed up their pace,his hips thrusting up to meet yours so he can pound into your hole frequently, "c-close" you panted out,your second orgasm increasing through you as your walls clinged around him,the actions driving matt insane "going to fill you up,do you want that? do you want me to cum inside you?"

you miserably sobbed in bliss and let a ''hphm'' of approval,before you knew it matt had busted,his climax exploding extremely hard into your pussy,following suit after him with your head throwed back and stopping after a minute so you can pull yourself out of him,both of you being a panting mess,

"that was incredible" "i am never letting you to even enter my room again"

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[moonlight1110]

He knows he's better (Part 2)

Ghost x Reader

You come home late from a date with an old friend of yours, a date which you've mentioned to Simon... Your roommate who DEFINITELY has feelings for you

Tags: afab!reader, smut, p in v, prn WITH plot, far from canon simon, tension tension tension!, i write with badjhur's voice in my ear, he's so much better tbh, so much talking, not proofread uwu

Read part 1 for context, but not necessary to understand the whole thing ;p

"Simon-!" You gasped, feeling his lips drag down to your neck, giving you open-mouthed kisses. "Tell me..." he mumbled against your skin, licking a stripe along your throat. "When was the last time you've been properly taken care of, huh?" He asked, mocking all those who came before him.

"Can't... remember—" you breathed out, closing your eyes as the sensation of his tongue trailing down your neck was starting to overwhelm you, no one had ever taken so much time and care to make you feel this good before.

Simon clicked his tongue, groaning lowly as his hands snaked their way down to your back and under your dress, cupping the globes of your ass in his rough hands, kneading slowly as he brought you closer on his lap.

"Can't remember?" He laughed, humming as he brought his head back up to meet your eyes. "Then I'll just have to remind you," his lips met with yours in a slow, sensual kiss as he pulled you closer, guiding your hips to grind down on the bulge that was starting to form in his pants.

"Remind you how you deserve it," he whispered, pulling away briefly before going back in to kiss you. "Remind you how bad you need it..." He groaned, feeling the heat from your core start to make him harder under you.

The feeling made you shut your eyes tighter, your body seemingly moving on its own as you ground your hips harder against him, desperate for some friction. "Simon, please..." You whispered, hands gripping on his shoulders.

"Use your words, love..." He chuckled, keeping the steady pace of his lips on yours, his hands still kneading the plump flesh of your ass, teasing you by going under the hem of your panties ever so slightly.

"Want you..." Your response was met with a grin against your lips. "What do you want from me?" He replied teasingly, giving your bottom lip a little bite that made you whimper. "Simon, please... I don't need to say it..." You opened your eyes, giving him a glare. "Oh but you do, lovie," he started, his hands retracting from your ass to move over to your thighs.

"Can't just give you anything, I need you to tell me what y' want" he grinned, hands travelling higher until he reached your inner thighs, squeezing the flesh softly.

"Y' used to taking whatever your little dates give you, huh? M'not like them, sweetheart, far from them..." He whispered, pressing soft kisses to your jaw. "Tell me what you need so I can give it to you..." He continued, humming against your skin.

Without seeing a way around your current situation, you had no choice but to oblige. He was right, none of your dates or flings paid this close attention to you, this was so different from what you were normally used to, different but welcomed.

You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around Simon's neck as you leaned closer to his ear. "Just want you so bad... I don't..." You hesitate for a moment, trying to think of what to say next. "I don't know what to ask for..." You confessed, burying your head in the crook of his neck to hide the way your face was getting hotter.

Simon chuckled, his hands now moving to hold your body close to his as he stood up, lifting you. "Let's figure out what you want then, love" without another word, he carried you to your bedroom, giving you little kisses here and there until he gently placed you on your bed, giving himself space between your legs.

"So perfect..." He grinned, leaning down to connect your lips. You hummed, returning it immediately. This made Simon smile against your lips as he held your legs on either side of his hips, hovering on top of you.

"Si..." You whispered breathily, desperate for another kiss when you parted. He chuckled when you pouted, thinking about how cute you looked in that moment. "Yes?" He asked teasingly, moving down your body to kiss at your neck then down to the valley of your breasts as one of his hands trailed up from under your dress, hiking it up to reveal your hot core, hidden behind your underwear.

It made Simon groan under his breath, seeing the way you were squirming under him.

"I don't wanna wait... Can we just do it, please?" You whined, looking down at him, eyes blown out and clouded with desperation. Simon laughed as he pushed your dress up further, taking it off of your body with care. "We can't just do it, sweetheart," He whispered, breath hot against your stomach as his hands travelled under your back to unclasp your bra.

"Need t'prepare you for me..." He continued, kissing your collarbone as he fumbled with the hooks for bit before finally taking your bra off. You could see the way his eyes lit up when he finally saw your bare chest, immediately licking around your perky nipples before taking it in his mouth to suck on it.

"So beautiful, love..." He groaned against your chest, making sure to give your other breast some attention by cupping it in his much larger hand, rubbing your nipple in little circles. You moaned silently, between the bulge in his pants that was rubbing up on your clothed sex, and his hot mouth sucking on your tits, it was overwhelming.

You whined, throwing your head back against the pillows as your back arched up into him. You tried to get your hand under your panties, desperate to satisfy yourself but you were quickly stopped by Simon's hand which was now interlocked with yours. "No, no..." He chuckled, mouth moving to suck on your other nipple.

"The only way you're gonna be feeling good tonight is from me, and me only" He said sternly, looking up into your eyes as he hummed, taking your nipple between his teeth, making you gasp.

After a few more minutes, Simon could tell you were starting to get impatient, it was cute, he thought... But he couldn't deny he was also starting to get impatient himself.

His mouth moved down your body, kissing and licking your skin down to your stomach and now just above the hem of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes meeting yours in a silent exchange as you nodded, biting your lip.

"Fuck..." He cursed under his breath as he finally took your underwear off, seeing how soaked you were. "All for me?" He teased, humming as he closed his eyes and hooked an arm around your thigh, lifting it up to his mouth to give your inner thigh sweet kisses.

"Fuckin' pretty all over, love..." He groaned, eyebrows knitting as he inched closer to your weeping cunt.

"Simon..." You breathed out, back arching when you felt his tongue on you, licking and sucking at your clit. "Taste so good, baby..." He moaned, his tongue moving faster and slipping into your entrance, it was almost like he was making out with your pussy at this point.

His nose was bumping against your clit as he fucked you open with his tongue, moaning against your cunt as he ate you out like a man starved

"Si—!" You gasped as your fingers found his hair, tugging at it with just a bit of pressure, this didn't make Simon stop however, and it only encouraged him more. Your moans and whimpers driving him absolutely insane as he continued to eat you out, moaning against your cunt.

"That's it, baby... Guide my head where you want it..." He chuckled, taking your clit between his puckered lips to suck on it, making you moan out loud.

The room was hot, and the sounds of your moans mixed with the wet sounds of Simon's mouth on your pussy was overwhelming. His thumb moved down to your clit, rubbing it in circles as his tongue slipped inside your entrance again.

"Oh, fuck..." You cursed, biting your lip as you felt a knot in your stomach start to form. You moaned Simon's name as your legs began to shake.

"That's it, doing so fuckin' well for me, sweetheart" he praised, feeling your clit twitch under his thumb. "Wanna taste you on my tongue so bad, baby... Come on" he continued, moving his thumb faster and completely in sync with his tongue.

"Can't anymore—" you whimpered, hands covering your face as you felt yourself getting close to your climax. "M'cumming, Si..." You moaned as your voice trembled.

"Mhm, mhm..." Simon hummed between your legs while he nodding eagerly, desperate to taste your sweet juices on his tongue.

"Si—!" You gasped when you felt yourself finally come undone, your back arched and your hips grinded against Simon's face as he lapped up all your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop even though you were practically dripping down his chin.

"You taste so good, baby, goddamn... So sweet..." He laughed as he leaned back up to sit on his knees. "Can't imagine how you'd feel around me..." He looked down at you with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt, kicking his pants and underwear off.

Your eyes widened, seeing how big he was as he stroked his cock in his hand. Tip red and angry as beads of precum dripped down. He smirked when he noticed your eyes on him as he lowered himself, pressing his tip to glide over your slick folds.

"You're so big..." You whispered, reaching out to try and hold him in your hand but you could barely even wrap your fingers around his entire girth.

He nodded, mouth opening slightly as he felt your fingers stroking his cock slowly, up and down against your cunt. "Mhmm, think you can take it, love?" He teased, bucking his hips to give your clit some friction.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded, running your thumb over the slit of his tip. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes to see how his eyelashes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of your hands moving to pleasure him.

"I can't wait anymore, need you around my cock, baby..." He groaned as he leaned down to connect your lips in a passionate kiss as he laced his fingers with yours, his other hand positioning his dick at your entrance.

"Tell me if you wanna stop, okay?" He whispered in your ear as he teased your slit, tapping your clit with the tip of his dick a few times before he let it catch in your entrance.

You nod, squeezing his hand in yours as you waited for him to push in.

"Fuck..." His words were drawn out as he finally started to push his tip in slowly, "Simon!" You cried out, currently bridging between pleasure and pain as you felt the stretch of his dick inside you.

"Want me to stop? Am I hurting you?" He asked genuinely, groaning at how tight you were.

You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly as you continued to grip his hand. "N-no, don't... Slowly, please..." You whispered, trying to calm yourself down.

"Of course..." He reassured you, his other hand now rubbing gentle circles at your clit to try and relax you. "You're doing so well, baby... Just need you to relax for me..." he whispered as he moved again, letting you take him inch by inch.

Simon stopped when he was almost halfway in, he didn't want to overwhelm you so he stopped where he knew you could take it, after all, you were already doing so well and it would be up to you if you wanted to take him deeper, he just didn't want to force it.

"Tell me when you want me to move, love..." He said gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he rubbed soothing circles on your hand, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down.

You let yourself relax first, letting the small bit of pain subside before you gave Simon the go signal to move. You looked up at him, nodding slowly as you gripped his hand.

Simon nodded as he started to move, setting a slow pace. "Doing so well f'me... That's it, baby, you can take it..." He praised as he leaned his head back, getting lost in the feeling of your tight cunt around him. You couldn't speak as you adjusted to Simon's length, knowing it wasn't even all the way in.

"Fuck..." You cursed, feeling the pain slowly be replaced with pleasure as you moaned out, arching your back as Simon thrusted slowly, in and out.

"Taking me so well... Such a good girl..." He moaned, moving his hand to grip your waist, his pace increasing ever so slightly as he pulled you closer and guiding your hips to meet with his thrusts.

"Feels so good, Si..." You moaned breathily, biting your lip. Simon nodded, getting drunk on the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him everytime he gave you deeper thrusts.

"Can I go deeper, baby? Please?" He whispered, humming as he started to circle his thumb on your clit again. "Wanna feel you take my cock all the way, please..." He pleaded, dragging his thumb and adding more pressure to your clit.

"Yes—yes..." you nodded desperately. "Thank you-thank you, lovie... I know y'can take it" he groaned, his movements slowing down as he moaned out, giving you more of his cock.

"Si..!" You whimpered, feeling his cock inch deeper until you felt his hips fully bucking against yours when he started moving faster again.

He was big, overwhelmingly big, and he was starting to lose himself when he felt you messaging all of his cock in your tight cunt, pulsing around him.

"Holy fuck, lovie... You're driving me crazy" he chuckled, opening his eyes to look into yours as he moved faster. The sounds you were both making were almost pornographic now with how loud you were moaning his name and how wet your cunt sounded when Simon pounded into you.

"Wanna feel you clench on my cock, baby... Can you do that?" He whispered, giving you a hard thrust and humming when he pulled out all the way to pound into you again. "Wanna feel you cum around me..." He moaned out, going faster again as he felt himself on the brink of his climax.

You held onto his forearm as you whimpered, throwing your head back on the pillows even further. "I'm close— so close, Si..." You gasped, nails digging into his flesh.

"Cum for me... Wanna feel you so bad.. " he leaned down, crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss as his thrusts started to get sloppy, his hands now gripping on your waist to fuck you against him in lustful desperation.

"Cumming—" you couldn't warn him early enough as you came on his cock, clenching down as moaned his name a little louder than before. Your legs trembled as you felt yourself ride out your orgasm, but Simon didn't stop moving just yet, chasing his own orgasm

He pulled out just when he was about to cum, stroking his cock furiously as he came all over your stomach and clit with silent praises, his voice in a whisper as he closed his eyes and laid on top of you.

"You did so well..." He chuckled when we calmed down, laying beside you and pulling you close to him. You nodded, silently thanking him when he brushed your hair from your face to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

A moment of silence passes by as Simon rubs your back soothingly, letting you rest your head on his chest.

"I love you sweetheart..." He said after a while, closing his eyes to hold you close to him. "Don't ever want you to settle for less anymore..." He whispered, and it was a promise now that he was officially yours.

[alicerosejensen]

Find me

Warning: mention of blood, violence (physical and psychological), mention of viruses, parasites, zombies; kidnapping; the reader has a slight anemia; Fem/reader; established relationship with Leon.

Synopsis: You could have a quiet wedding and a good life with the person you love most in the world. Leon was ready to protect you to the death from his enemies and viruses but… it seems that someone is also interested in you. And the price for life will be very high.

A/N: The idea from this post that I wrote about quite a long time ago. "Together forever" I'm not very good at writing (apparently the Yandere theme is not mine, no matter how much I like it). So I'm going to try this plot. I don't know how many parts there will be, but if everything goes well, then probably a lot (maybe 10-12 or so). I hope someone likes it because I have serious notes on this work in my notebook, as if these are sketches for the 9th part of the resident).

Tags will be added to the following parts. I was very much inspired by the remaster and Haunting ground when I was taking notes. After all, both games were made by Capcom.

Feedback is welcome (but no insults!)

Sometimes the worst horror happens in the name of love. It's not the worst plot for books, films or paintings that are more than a hundred years old and it's impossible not to admit that sometimes we want to be loved until our death.

And maybe after it.

The words sound soft, with a slight taste of regret, as if somewhere between the letters there is a treacherous "I'm sorry". But in fact it was so predictable. Leon hugs you too tightly, experiencing an inexhaustible sense of guilt, because he promised to decide together where you will spend your honeymoon, which is unlikely to last exactly a month, he promised to watch a movie with you that you have been planning for a long time and… and everything went to hell.

Leon nuzzles your cheek and devoutly kisses you gently, leaving a wet trail with his eyes closed. Another sign of his eternal love, his lips are imprinted on the bridge of your nose, making you smile from the slight tickle caused by his stubble. He had no power over not being called to work for at least another week, but the government is not interested in the personal life of his best agent. And yet you enjoy the way he puts his arm around your waist, holding you as tightly as he can.

"Okay, Mr. Kennedy," you joke kindly, inhaling the almost faded scent of his cologne. "I forgive you, once again. Run to save the world" You smile looking into his crystal blue eyes filled with sadness and longing.

"I promise that I will ask the authorities for a good vacation," Leon swears very sensually, continuing to hold you tightly in his hands and look with those puppy eyes from which the soul is torn apart and kisses again this time on the forehead, "If necessary, I will harness Ingrit and no one will bother us. We'll plan everything the way you want, even if it's a tour of all the castles in Europe"

You laugh sincerely, removing the bangs from his face, hoping to stretch the moment of intimacy with him longer. It was so warm and safe next to him that you snuggled up to his chest and he gently cradled you in his arms like a child.

"Don't do anything stupid in my absence"

"I still need to do an exhibition and maybe I'll finally clean up the bookcase," you lie knowing full well that the books will still lie randomly on the shelves and you won't even touch them. Actually, your work was the only thing that could save you from the all-consuming longing for Leon.

"Be careful, okay?" with some hidden fear, he asks, reluctantly releasing you from the ring of embraces. "I'll call as soon as I get a free minute and I'll really be back soon"

Leon is already out on the street and you follow him with a sad look, noticing some dark car to the side. Rightly deciding that they came for him, you lower your head, sighing heavily and literally taken aback when Leon's lips abruptly cover yours with a demanding and somewhat rude kiss that you forget how to breathe. At some point you try to seize the initiative, but strong hands push you against the wall and you hit the back of your head a little painfully, allowing him to dominate. As always.

"I would eat you right here," Leon said sarcastically and quietly stroking your hips, "But I really have to go."

And you silently bite your lower lip while watching him move away from you and get on his bike.

Well, that cool car wasn't for him, but this thought quickly leaves your head and in the end, tired of standing on the street, you just go back into the house, closing the door, grabbing the phone and immediately sending him an impatient "I miss you already." However, this does not prevent you from also ordering food with home delivery and watching some movie to pass the evening that was hopelessly spoiled.

The evening really became disgusting, neither delicious food saved him, nor a good movie will save him.

"Complete shit" a quiet curse came off your lips when you looked at the phone screen for the hundredth time in the evening and endlessly reread Leon's last message "My love…" which seems to have been imbued with such despair that tears came to your eyes. He was like a big kid who couldn't live a day without you and besides, only with you his sleep was like a more or less healthy one. You were his only light and he wanted that light to stay with him forever. Well, you could send him a hundred more messages, but it's unlikely that he will have the opportunity to read them in the next few hours or even days. So with bitterness, you just turned off the TV and went to the bathroom to get ready for an earlier than usual sleep.

Hot water pleasantly calmed and warmed the skin flowing down the body. You spent 15 minutes in the shower, brushing your teeth and doing all the usual and favorite cosmetic procedures, smeared your body with a lotion with a pleasant floral scent, waiting for it to soak into pale skin. The mood even improved a little when you changed into pajamas and straightened the bed once more before putting your head on the pillow and looking at the phone.

Nothing.

There's no point blaming Leon or doubting his love. It wasn't up to him. Sometimes he was dragged out of bed late at night and you could not see him for weeks without even being able to talk on the phone for one minute. But when he returned, he turned into a puppy clinging to his beloved owner and covered your body with a lot of kisses, not letting you get out of bed. Not that you mind… You always miss him and worry about him.

Sighing, you turn over on your side, putting the phone on the bedside table and not seeing the desired message from your fiance. Therefore, grabbing Leon's pillow, the lungs are filled with his smell and instead of feeling his presence, you experience only a deep feeling tearing apart that makes your heart beat a little faster.

And closing your eyes, you reach for the switch, when suddenly for a second the phone quickly notifies you of a new message from the addressee next to whose name the heart turns red.

"Don't forget to take the pills that the doctor prescribed for you. I want this sickly pallor to disappear. Love you"

Well, smiling, you took a screenshot of the message for some reason, saving it in your gallery on your phone. After sending Leon the answer, you still remembered that you really forgot about those pills once again, but you didn't want to get up anymore, so you left this matter for the morning. Sighing once again, trying his luck in the hope that Leon would write something else, your mobile was treacherously silent while you were just flipping through the social media feed.networks thinking only about how dependent you are on this man. However, the same can be said about him. The phone went out, as did the light in the bedroom, and sleep slowly overtook your mind when you hugged else's pillow without hearing quiet footsteps in the next room. The uninvited guest, thanks to Leon, had to tinker a lot with the lock of the front door before he unlocked it, quietly closing it behind him so as not to attract your attention while you were in the shower. Merging with the surrounding darkness, it was necessary to wait for the right time and prepare the syringe so that everything went as it should and the target was quietly neutralized without attracting the attention of neighbors.

The order was well paid and the fact that Leon left the house on that day was only to his advantage. After all, a government agent can ruin everything and getting rid of him threatened big problems that were not needed by anyone, but who will remember about his pretty bride, about whom he will probably quickly forget everything himself? The unknown person only needed to stick a pomeranian, inject the substance and quietly take the target out of the house by throwing a fake note with a handwriting similar to yours that you and Leon do not see the future for yourself. Pick up a few personal items and throw them in the nearest trash as proof of the truthful departure of the unfaithful bride.

Not the worst plan, especially since Leon Kennedy will think about your disappearance and how natural it is, no one really cares. Even if he suspects this ill-conceived plan, by that time you will be too far away from here anyway.

The problem was solved by itself because you are a simple art worker did not pose any threat even if you tried to resist. One step, two… the blessed victim will not suspect anything until the very moment when someone else's hand in a black glove closes her mouth and sticks a needle into her body. You fall asleep without suspecting anything, somehow reflexively reaching to the left side where Leon usually sleeps with his back to the bedroom door.

You are separated by literally a few meters from each other before one inept movement spoils everything.

The sound of falling books that Leon has been asking you to arrange exactly for so long makes you open your eyes by squeezing the pillowcase of the pillow and the "guest" freeze without touching the door handle. However, you felt a gaze on you that did not let you be deceived that someone had entered the house.

In Leon's bedside table there is a 9mm pistol fully loaded. It's not that you were very accurate, but Leon took you to a place as entertainment, where you trained shooting at targets under the watchful eye.

"not the worst result for a beginner," he said condescendingly so as not to upset you, but it was fun even if the gun was real.

Except now there are no jokes! You heard another step towards your side and held your breath, gathering strength for a jerk to pull out the gun and remove it from the safety. From fear, the heart beat faster, causing the blood to roar in your ears and before the intruder's hand landed on your face, you abruptly rolled to the left side of the bed, throwing a pillow at the person standing over you, winning for yourself a couple of seconds from his confusion.

Jumping to your feet, you quickly grabbed the gun pointing it at the man with trembling hands, removing it from the safety.

"Your own life is more expensive," you thought when a man of impressive size in a mask stood a meter away from you without a weapon, because his goal is to deliver you alive because you will not be of any use dead.

You held his floor at gunpoint, but your hands were shaking from the unusual weight and you really wanted to lower them down, but you held on trying not to panic. A step towards you and you pulled the trigger without aiming so stupidly hitting the closet, startled by the loud noise of the shot, immediately shrinking and from unaccustomed frightened by the strong recoil of the weapon.

"Fuck," he swore loudly, immediately rushing to you, forcing you to scream at the top of your voice while miraculously dodging. Rushing to the door, the first thought was to run outside and ask for help from neighbors, especially since the sound of a gunshot and a woman's scream certainly did not go unnoticed and someone probably should have already called the police. We just need to hold out. However, you only managed to jump out into the corridor when suddenly a strong man's hand roughly grabbed you by the hand in which you were holding a gun and your finger pressed the hook again making a shot.

Again a loud noise, your screams and a small hole in the ceiling.

Again the bullet flew by.

"Get off me, you bastard!"

A ringing slap in the face and you abruptly fell to the floor dropping the gun somewhere to the side. He immediately hung over you, but grabbing the first book that came to hand, you threw it in her man's face and taking advantage of another hitch jumped to her feet, running on without thinking about how much lip hurts.

And yet, the chances of escape were initially small, especially when shortness of breath began due to anemia and the chest began to ache sharply. A deep breath did not help even if your body was filled with adrenaline, he still knocked you to the floor, pressing your whole body to the floor, taking that ill-fated syringe out of your pocket and sticking it into you by quickly pressing the plunger . It only takes a few minutes, but because of your screams and shots, even they could put the entire mission under the "failed" icon, so without wasting even these precious minutes, the kidnapper grabs you by the hair and just hits your head on the floor suppressing resistance at the root. The world before your eyes becomes hazy and barely audible when a strange and unusual feeling of lightness covers you despite the pain in your head.

"Bitch ruined everything"

This bastard threw you over his shoulder and quickly ran out of the house, leaving the syringe lying there on the floor because there was no more time. Throwing you carelessly like a sack into the backseat, he slammed the door and gave gas to get away from the crime scene as soon as possible and dump the tail by moving to another car. They'll pay him well anyway.

You only blurred vision being on the verge of consciousness silently watched your loss until a long sleep covered you.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

hi! I really like the last post, so here am I with another idea after my 3 cup of coffee before 12 pm

what if, by pure shear luck and celestia only knows how, reader escape the other Archons and go back to Fontaine, there furina is like "I hear your prayers! so you are now locked with me!" but she is shocked because reader is hugging her and saying "thank you! please dont let them take me!", plot twist, fontaine reader is a devoted follower of focalors (yeah they are that crazy) and have a hydro vision.

How do you think the yandere Archons would react, hearing reader is happy with the hydro archon?

I imagine Neuvillette having migraines more often, because the reader encourages and applauds Furina's scenes lol

Thank you!

i love when people request continuations of other pieces, i think it's fun to continue on with the story :D

Warning: this post contain yandere-themes, including manipulation, lying, mentions of violence, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti would be utterly distraught, ready to wage another Archon war with Furina simply for this. He can’t just storm into Fontaine and demand for you back, as much as he’d like to, but he can send someone else to do it for him. Someone like a devoted follower of his.

Venti smiles in amusement, watching as the faint color of the Anemo element overtakes the citizens' eyes. While he wasn’t entirely welcomed in Fontaine, the crazy Hydro Archon being willing to fight him on the spot, he could certainly infiltrate their borders using a beloved devotee of his. With his presence ingrained so deeply in this man’s mind, he could use merely a few words to make the man move as he pleased. And so, with enough mindless zombies sent to Fontaine to retrieve you at any cost, he figures you’ll be returning home one way or another.

Yandere!Zhongli would prefer to keep things civil, wanting to spare violence is necessary. Those days are behind him, he claims, meeting with Neuvillette. Dragon to Dragon, Zhongli politely requests the return of his beloved. You’re sick, he claims, having accidentally ingested a small dose of poison that made you delusional, and he’s so sorry to have bothered Neuvillette with your presence.

Zhongli is so calm and polite, meeting at the entrance to Fontaine with Neuvillette as they discuss your current status like the civil dragons they are. Ever the worried lover, Zhongli explains how he had brought you to Sumeru for a vacation when you had gotten a bit turned around, eating a plant you shouldn’t have. This led to you going a little crazy, seeing things and claiming to hear the ‘Archons’ speaking to you. If Neuvillette wouldn’t mind, Zhongli just wishes to pop in for a moment to collect you and then the both of you will be on your merry ways. Out of both Furina and his hairs. 

Yandere!Raiden would wait for nothing, storming through Fontaine as if it were her region. She doesn’t even care to ask permission or anything, simply throwing open the doors to the Court of Fontaine, pointing her weapon directly up at Furina. In a calm, steady voice she demands the return of her beloved.

It was a startling moment to all involved, the sudden movement of the doors being flung open, the shouts of guards in the hall as they tried to stop the Raiden Shogun from entering. It was fruitless though, the sharpened end of her signature weapon steady in her grip as it aimed towards Neuvillette. She wasn’t here to play around and any form of non-compliance would be met with either the end of her weapon or the promise of her return in the form of war. She doesn’t mess around when it comes to her beloved, her eternity. If Neuvillette and Furina won’t hand you over willingly, then she’ll simply tear the nation apart piece by piece as she searches for you herself, determined to not leave without you.

[quin-ns]

The Future is Now (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Word count: 4.3K

Summary: aemond discovers plans for you to be wed in the near future are being made—and they don’t include him as your husband. he’s not happy about it, especially when you don’t protest

Tags: (18+), cw: dub-con, cw: sibling incest, targaryen!reader, dark themes, coercion, kissing, manhandling, intimidation, choking (not actually but his hand is on her neck), P in V sex, loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, aemond is kinda scary but also weirdly loving. idk that’s just the vibe I ended up going with

Disclaimer: if you are uncomfortable with dark themes in your fanfiction, then this story is not for you. I do not condone sexual violence irl, but this is fiction—a fantasy—so morality police need not interact. if you don’t like it, keep scrolling.

A/N: first darker fic but I couldn’t help but be inspired by a darker character. ngl I’m team black but I can’t help but be intrigued by aemond and this idea invaded my brain

HotD masterlist + main masterlist

Aemond had become nearly an expert at concealing his presence as he lurked within the Red Keep. This skill allowed him to be privy to private conversations he had not been welcomed into.

Because of this, he knew all about his grandsire’s plan to place Aegon on the throne once the king had passed. He also knew that his mother had not been involved in that conversation. It was obvious Otto Hightower was running things.

That meant that more of his journeys to seek information were focused on Otto. That’s why when conversations around the marriage of his darling sister came up, Aemond was there to witness it.

It had always been an assumption of his that due to his two older siblings being wed to one another, it would only make sense for you to become his wife. You were his younger sister just as Helaena was to Aegon. It was only fair.

Well, Aemond heard every single word as Otto schemed to marry you off to some prince from another region in order to gain support for Aegon as future king. That infuriated him. Aegon already had the throne instead of him, and now the future wife he’d been (mostly) patiently waiting for was not to be his? No. He couldn’t let this stand.

Enough had been heard of his grandsire’s plot. Aemond left his concealed spot silently to search for his mother. He needed to know if she had been aware of this plan. There was a voice in the back of his head that knew she hadn’t orchestrated it, yet there was still concern that she would side with the wants of her father over her son. Alicent had a weakness to Otto, he had been influencing her decisions long before anyone else could.

When Aemond found her and confronted his mother about everything he had heard, that concern was validated.

Standing across from him, gazing upward, Alicent let out a gentle breath. “I did not know what he had planned for your sister,” she admitted. Then, unfortunately, she continued. “But I have to agree. The marriage of Aegon to Helaena was meant to strengthen his claim to the throne. For you that is not necessary.”

The words struck like a knife. It being confirmed there was no intention for you to be wed to him was the painful stab, and being reminded yet again he was to be denied the throne was just twisting it.

“So I get nothing?” Aemond asked accusingly, initial disappointment shifting into anger and impending dread.

“You may still have a wife of your choosing, but—”

“Not the one I truly want,” he finished, nearly spitting out the words.

Alicent let out a sigh and tilted her head—it was that look she’d get when she was experiencing pity—but didn’t say a word. There were no words left for Aemond to say. He gave her a cold look that was somehow even more menacing with just the one eye before turning his back on his mother.

Aemond was fuming as he mindlessly walked through the palace. Those who wandered the corridors were quick to move out of his way. He must’ve looked as enraged on the outside as he was on the inside.

He found himself outside of the door to your chambers. Without hesitation, he barged in. Once the doors were closed behind him, Aemond spotted you sitting near your largest window, simply gazing out at the landscape below. You were already dressed for bed despite the sun only now starting to set. You turned to face him and offered a welcoming smile, which caused a feeling of relief to wash over him. Aemond often found comfort in you.

You were meant for him. He knew you were. No one would ever make him feel like this. Maybe it wasn’t common to marry for love but after he’d been scorned with denial of the throne, how could you be taken from him as well? He was owed at least one thing he desired.

You stood from where you were seated and approached your older brother. “Hello,” you greeted calmly before noticing the energy radiating off of him. “What’s happened?” you wondered, stopping a few feet away.

“Your marriage is being discussed,” Aemond revealed. “There’s talk of you being wed to a prince from another house.”

You were silent for a long moment, eyes gazing past him as you seemingly thought over his words. You and Helaena remind him of one another. You both hardly had interest in any of your family’s dramas, but unlike Helaena, you had developed much more apathy to it. Aemond wondered if it was because of your age, being the youngest you had hardly any say—even less than your sister if that was even possible. At a point you had stopped speaking up and resolved to keep to yourself and your books. The only one who you allowed to draw your attention was Aemond.

It was a privilege even your own mother didn’t have.

Maybe that’s why he thought he was special in your eyes, that you’d reciprocate his anger at the thought of him not becoming your husband. He had desired you for so long and there were moments when Aemond was certain you felt the same. You’d never spoken the words aloud that you loved him in that way, but there was something there. To him, it was only a matter of time. That eventually he would have you. It always seemed to be a given.

Until now.

When you finally spoke, your question pulled him from his thoughts and brought his focus to your face. The expression you wore was hard to read, but he could see the consideration you gave it.

“Do you know when I am to be married?” Your tone almost sounded tired. Like you’d already given up on the matter.

Admittedly, he was briefly stunned. “You’re not in agreement,” Aemond didn’t ask, he stated it as if it was to be expected. To him, it should’ve been.

You let out an impassive sigh. “If it’s what the queen and the hand have decided,” you began with disdain in your voice, “then do I even have a choice?”

Aemond knew you cared nothing for the power struggle between the heirs. You’d revealed that to him once, saying, “I do not care for politics. Whoever ascends the throne, I want no part of it.” Aemond didn’t share your sentiments, but his ambition was much more deadly than yours.

He took a short, frustrated breath. It bothered him that you’d be so flippant in the matter. He continued to insist, “It is you and I that should be wed.”

“Perhaps there was a time when that would be the truth, but it is not now.” There was a rageful glint in his eye as you spoke. It was hard to conclude whether it was directed towards you or at the situation.

You resumed stepping closer to him, looking up at your older brother. Your soft hands rose to cup his sharp jaw. “I love you, brother.” Those words washed over him like a wave, he always relished in hearing you speak them. If only you’d confirm the type of love went beyond your love for him as a brother.

Aemond almost allowed himself to relax into your touch and your sweet words. Then you continued. “That’s why I say this. It will do you no good to lust after things you cannot have. The throne…”

“You,” Aemond finished.

A few beats of silence passed before you answered.

“Yes.”

Aemond gazed down at you intensely, his entire demeanor becoming even more icy than what was normal for him. He let out a small, humorless laugh. It was a harsh, mocking sound.

“You think I cannot have you?”

There was venom in his voice. His eye was wide with sudden anger. The expression on your face shifted when you saw that. Your eyes that previously held sympathy and your subtle frown that pleaded for understanding began to fade.

Fear was trickling in. He could sense it.

Aemond knew he was intimidating, that some even viewed him as frightening, but he’d never turned those tactics on you the way he did others. He could justify to himself that it wasn’t intentional, but the spark that ignited in him at the reaction you had was undeniable.

He’d finally provoked you. Now he truly had your full attention. His mind began to race. The darkness he usually directed towards his enemies began to take hold. You were standing in front of him, hands slipping from contact. He snapped to grab one of your wrists and you flinched. A small gasp even slipped from your lips.

You were scared of him. Aemond liked it.

It had not been his plan when Aemond first entered your chambers, but in that moment he made up his mind.

“I may not be able to take the throne, but I will take you,” he said with hostility. Aemond took a step forward, forcing the gap between the two of you to become shorter. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed and your eyes shone with concern. You tried to step back, but the grip he had on your wrist tightened.

“Aemond…” you breathed out.

“You and I have always been meant to be,” Aemond declared with certainty. To you, it sounded like a threat.

He leaned down, nose brushing against yours. Aemond felt your breath hitch as his lips sought out yours. You were seemingly too stunned to move, but that benefited your brother as he freely captured your soft lips.

Aemond fisted his hand in the fabric of your dress to pull you closer to him. Finally he released the grip on your wrist, only to slide his hand up to yours. He held it tight and pulled it between the two of you, his fingers laced with yours. Aemond couldn't trust you to stay in place but he didn’t want to hurt you. Maybe you were scared, and maybe Aemond enjoyed it, but he did care for you. His feelings in the moment were conflicting as even he couldn’t predict his next action, but one thing was crystal clear to him; Aemond loved you.

His other large, cold hand rose to your face. Aemond’s pale skin always seemed to be chilled and you shivered as his fingers ghosted your jawline. He finally cupped your face, his thumb resting on your cheek.

Aemond kissed gently at first, testing the waters. You didn’t kiss him back, but you also didn’t pull away. He twisted that in his mind to view it as permission. Once he got a small taste, there was no turning back.

His lips began to move against yours with fervor, desire and need seeping out. The kiss seemed like he was starving and with each movement you began to believe he was going to devour you. Especially when Aemond’s teeth sank into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

You gasped at the sting of pain and turned your head away. His hand didn’t keep your head still but Aemond didn’t miss a beat. His lips found the side of your cheek and he kissed his way down your neck. The side of your face rested against his hand now. His thumb strangely ran down the bridge of your nose, then over your lips.

The hand on your face fell to the neckline on your sleep dress. He fiddled with the material, feeling the softness of the fabric between his fingers as he nipped at your neck.

Aemond pulled his head back to watch you carefully. He turned your head back and you met his eye. The slight smile on his face was somehow both devious and shy.

Only now did the silence between the two of you make its way to your mind. You hadn’t said a word. Aemond didn’t need to. He had you where he wanted you.

His hand released yours and both moved to the back of your sleep dress. With a wicked glint in his eye Aemond leaned in to kiss you again just as his fingers began to undo the string keeping the dress in place.

That shocked you back to reality. The spell of complacency evaporated and you took a step back from him. You weren’t sure who was more surprised by your sudden movement, you or Aemond. Your brother looked confused and even a little hurt, but there was a clear agitation that began to fester.

You swallowed through the lump in your throat and spoke first. “We can’t.” The words came out as a whisper. “I’m sorry, Aemond,” you said much clearer. “I do not wish to see you upset, but this can’t go any further.”

Your decided tone made him glare. Aemond stepped forward and you stepped back. The expression on his face in that moment terrified you as he closed in on you. You hadn't ever wanted to be on the receiving end of his wrath. Aemond never reacted well to being slighted.

“Who’s going to stop me?” he challenged.

You hated that sinister look on his face. It scared you. The position you were in finally sank in. Aemond stared down at you as prey as he closed in.

You backed away yet again, but this time you bumped against your bed. You fell backward and landed to sit on the foot of your bed. This seemed to be exactly where Aemond wanted you.

Time seemed to slow as you looked up at your brother, unable to move or speak. Aemond was horrifyingly silent as he held his gaze on your face.

Any sort of plan Aemond had was completely thrown out the window. Aemond hadn’t prepared for you to resist after you first accepted his kiss. He hadn’t even planned on kissing you. He was reacting in the moment. He hadn’t planned on scaring you at first, either. But this is where he was now and Aemond was never one to back down from what he wanted. Hell, he was still vying for the throne—getting you was much easier.

Everything moved quickly then. You hardly had time to register as Aemond shoved you further up on the bed and climbed on top of you. His knees planted on either side of your legs, and his large hands wrapped around your wrists and pinned them down when you tried to push him off.

“We’re meant to be married,” Aemond said firmly, his face hovering above yours. Your eyes were wide, pleading. Your soft lips were parted, panting out frightened breaths. “You’re so beautiful…” he murmured, as if unaware that he was saying it out loud.

“You’re frightening me, Aemond,” you said softly, asking him to stop, or at the very least... “Please don’t hurt me.”

Your gentle pleading made him hesitate for a moment. “I don’t want to hurt you,” Aemond revealed. In his heart, he meant it. At least, he wanted to mean it. You wished that was reassurance, but then he continued. “You’re my sister and my wife. You are mine. But you don’t seem to understand that. So…”

Aemond released your hands and you shot to push him away. He must’ve known that was coming because his right hand immediately fell to your neck. He didn’t squeeze hard, but the grasp was enough to still you. Your breath hitched.

“…I’ll make you understand,” he finished.

His left maneuvered the top of your dress down, revealing your naked chest. You heard your brother’s breathing falter.

Aemond’s body flooded with anticipation. He could feel himself reacting to the excitement. He’d waited so long to take you and now it was happening and seven hells he was going to enjoy it. It was unfortunate that you didn’t share in his spirits, but Aemond would do everything in his power to allow you to find pleasure as well. He wanted you to want to be with him. He’d give you time after this initial coupling to accept him because Aemond would be damned if he mirrored his elder brother in his marriage.

But for now, he’d have to coerce it from you.

Your face was flushed with heat. Shame overwhelmed you as your brother reached beneath your dress and skillfully removed your undergarments. He seemed to know that he wouldn’t be able to get your dress fully off without having to fight with you, so he simply pushed the skirt of it up.

Your dress was still on, just bunched around your middle. Your chest and above, and your waist and lower were exposed.

Aemond drank you in, his eyes trailing over your body. Finally, he spoke. “I wish my first woman had been you.” Your brother sounded nearly breathless already. He shoved his knee between your legs and forced them to part.. “Not some whore for Aegon’s amusement.” Bitterness drifted briefly into his tone, but then it faded. He was too eager to be angry about the past at the moment. He kept one hand on your neck, while the other reached to push his pants down. He didn’t bother with anything else. Undressing would require two hands and he couldn’t afford to risk it.

You didn’t look down. You knew he’d taken his cock out and you did not wish to look upon what he was doing. Even as he maneuvered himself between your legs.

You were meant to stay a maiden until your marriage. While marriage between siblings was not uncommon, Aemond was not your husband (despite his claims). If anyone found out you were with a man who was not your husband, even if you didn’t want to be, you’d be viewed as spoiled goods. You weren’t expecting to be happy as a wife to some ally prince, but at least you’d be useful to your family. Now, it seemed as if you were only to be used by your family—well, your brother.

The press of his cock at your entrance made you suck in a breath. “Well…” he mused. “At least I will take pleasure in knowing that I am the first man to touch you. And the last.”

Aemond thrust into you after that declaration. You let out a cry but had enough awareness to press your lips together and muffle the sound seconds later. If anyone heard, Aemond could twist things and you’d be the one being facing backlash.

Your brother let out a groan, adjusting to the tight squeeze. He could hardly move within your walls but he pushed himself as deep as he could go.

A man had never had you, but you knew Aemond was large. His cock felt as if it was splitting you open and your breath left you completely.

Once he was seated inside you, Aemond’s hand on your neck finally released. He stared down at you, watching as you clenched your eyes shut. His cold hands finally began to explore the smooth skin of your naked body trapped beneath him. You shuddered under his touch, but you’d stopped fighting him.

“Look at me,” Aemond coaxed. His hand grazed over your breast before tapping your chin. He gently turned your head and you allowed your eyes to flutter open. You felt so small under his lustful, empowered gaze.

Aemond leaned over you. He planted one hand on the mattress beside your head and gripped your hip with the other. He angled your hips up to give himself better access. Bruises would be left in his wake almost certainly.

Pain accompanied the feeling of his cock withdrawing from your body. You winced, but it turned to a choking gasp when he pushed back into you. Hard. You couldn’t help your reaction as you found yourself having latched onto him. Your arms wrapped around him like a hug. It was your instinct to seek safety from him—Aemond was always the one to protect you, after all. In that moment your mind forgot that he was the one causing the pain and fear.

Aemond lowered down so his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “Allow yourself to be mine,” he whispered.

You held him tighter.

Aemond knew he’d won.

His movements were less rough than the initial insertion. Now that he knew he wouldn’t have to force you completely, Aemond seemed to be gentler—but not gentle.

Slowly, your body began to accept him. It became easier for him to thrust into you. He murmured praises into your ear, but you hardly registered them as the pain subsided and a new sensation took its place.

There was a wetness forming between your legs that seemed to please your brother. “I knew you’d enjoy me,” he muttered, not hiding his ego.

“Wha-“

“Shh, darling,” Aemond said, pushing you down when you got curious. He buried his face into your neck and began to kiss your heated skin. “Just relax.”

You tried to do what he said, but it was hard. His pace picked up speed before it became steady. You laid beneath him, taking everything he had to give you.

Aemond pounded his cock into you, eliciting soft whimpers and moans from you. Suddenly, he angled his thrusts at a different angle and your toes curled. The pleasure was much greater and your whole body shook. The feeling of him inside you was becoming overwhelming.

The feeling of your cunt was something Aemond had dreamt about. Reality was so much better than his fantasies. You were wet and waiting, holding onto him for dear life, and allowing him to fuck you into bliss. The perfect sister—soon to be the perfect wife.

Nothing would ever compare to the feeling of you giving in and finally accepting him. Aemond had lifted his head briefly to stare down at you. He needed to drink this moment in. You were beautiful beneath him; your hair splayed out like a crown, the flush of your cheeks, your parted, kiss-swollen lips, and the sweet yet somehow still innocent look in your eyes as you met his eye.

“I shouldn’t have waited so long,” Aemond uttered under his breath. He deeply regretted not taking you sooner. Your tight walls began to clench around his cock and Aemond didn’t allow himself to falter.

“Aemond,” you whimpered out, unsure of what you were experiencing. He could hear your confusion. His movements seemed to be precise, hitting that same spot he found over and over again. A small, devious smile found its way onto his lips at your inexperience. He was going to give you your first orgasm and you didn’t even know what was happening.

Aemond kept thrusting into you, pushing you towards what he wanted from you. Your nails dug into his back as the tension in your belly finally snapped.

Your body tensed and a wave of intense, blinding pleasure crashed over you. A moan tore from you. Aemond slowed down as you tightened around him.

“That’s it, my love,” he purred in your ear. His voice was ragged after not speaking for so long.

You panted as the powerful pleasure began to subside. Aemond knew he made you feel good and the flush on your cheeks wasn’t only from exertion, but embarrassment.

“Don’t be ashamed,” Aemond implored. “That’s a part of fucking. You’re allowed to like it.”

Words completely failed you. You were reeling, and you didn’t know what to say either.

Aemond understood. “It’s alright,” he uttered softly, beginning to resume his old pace. “Again,” Aemond breathed out. “I want you to give me another one.” Another what? You didn’t know. But you felt limp in your brother's arms as he pulled the two of you upright.

Now you were in his lap, body spent, arms and head draped over his shoulders. You were still dizzy as Aemond began to pound his cock up into you. He could fuck you how he wanted now, as hard as he wanted. You were completely compliant.

Aemond was chasing his release now, but he wanted you to fall over that edge with him. He yanked your nightgown off of you above your head and you let him. It was then that you realized he was still clothed. You were entirely exposed to him while he kept himself covered.

It was a perfect display of the power dynamics between the two of you, but that thought slipped your mind as he found that spot inside you again.

You lost track of time and seemed to fade in and out as the pleasure blazed through you. Aemond cradling you against him. He was breathing roughly into your neck, his own being encompassed by the euphoria. He was so close, and he could feel that you were too.

Aemond thrust up into your pliant, waiting body one more time. His cock twitched inside of you as you pulsed around him. Then it happened. Aemond let out a deep moan as his seed spilled inside of you while you shuddered around him.

“You are divine,” Aemond groaned out, holding you close to him.

There were a few beats of silence and no movement. The only sound in the room was your and Aemond’s twin breaths.

Aemond pulled out of his satisfied haze first. He withdrew from you entirely and helped you to lay down.

You were physically and mentally exhausted. You hardly comprehended that Aemond even tucked you under your covers. His hand reached down to stroke through your hair as he admired your sleepy face. He smiled to himself, knowing he’d only have to wait a short time and then he’d have the most beautiful wife in all of Westeros.

Aemond sat on the edge of your bed, looking down at where your head rested on your pillow.

“You and I will be wed on the morrow,” he clued you in on his thoughts.

“They won’t let us marry,” you hummed tiredly. He knew that “they” meant Otto, the small council, and Alicent.

“They will,” he assured.

For the first time since he walked in your doors, Aemond had a plan that he was sure of. He looked down upon you as you drifted off, your eyes unable to stay open much longer. Before you drifted off, you made out his final words of the night clearly.

“And if anyone tries to interfere, Vhagar will be awaiting them.”

[pompomqt]

Journey to the West Chapter 47

In this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest we finish the Daoist debacle and start a new adventure. So let's get into it shall we?

So the King is crying about his dead immortals, until Sun Wukong goes up to him and calls him an idiot. Since those 'immortals' were probably planning on just killing him and stealing his kingdom anyways. Thanks to this, the King is able to gain a single wisdom point, finally putting him in the positive integers. To celebrate his newfound brain cell the King hosts a huge banquet for them. And while he's at it he also makes a decree that welcomes the bhuddist monks back to the city. Though personally I can't see why they would ever want to live in this city again. Regardless they at least have to stop by to thank Sun Wukong for his help and return his hair to him. After Monkey collects his hairs from the monks, he makes sure to inform the King that he actually did do all that shit the Daoist's accused of him earlier. He also makes sure to tell the King to treat all the religions equally from now on. With that we close out the arc, and the journey continues.

So the group travels for a few seasons without incident, until they reach a eight hundred foot wide river. And it's deep to, they checked, they threw a pebble in it. Tripitaka is so frustrated by their inability to cross it that he bursts into tears. While Tripitaka is crying about how hard this journey is, Pigsy hears the sound of drums in the distance. Pigsy, who only has good idea's when food is involved, suggests that they go and request some vegetarian food from whoever is doing this bhuddist religious service, and they can just ask for a boat ride from them in the morning.

So Monkey leads the group into town, and Tripitaka tells them to wait here while he tries to go secure a place for them to stay. After all they are so ugly and ill-mannered, Tripitaka doesn't want them to ruin their chances. Monkey thinks that's a fair enough assessment and lets Tripitaka go on ahead. So Tripitaka greets the elderly man of the house, but the man simply tells him that he arrived to late for the feast. Tripitaka explains that he wasn't here for the feast, and that instead he's just traveled a very long way from the Tang Kingdom on a fetch quest for some scriptures. The man doesn't believe that Tripitaka could have gotten here on his own, which considering the book so far... fair. However Tripitaka explains that he had some help from his disciples.

The man asks to see the disciples, after all he should have enough room to house all of them for the night. However as soon as Tripitaka calls them over, the three rush into the house, and nearly scare the old man to death as well as all the other bhuddist's in the house. He calms down a bit however after he watches Tripitaka yell at them for their poor manners. I guess Tripitaka going nuclear mom mode on them was enough to convince the old man that they really are Tripitaka's disciples.

Anyways the monks had just finished the service they were doing, but the old man is still happy to host them for the night. The old man calls for some lights, but as soon as the torch bearers see the three disciples, they all freak out and run away screaming about monsters. This alerts the man's older brother, who asks what kind of brazen demons they are to break into their house in the middle of the night. The man however explains that these ugly monsters are actually monks on a journey to acquire scriptures.

With all the necessary screaming and crying out of the way, the older brother joins them for a late dinner. So the pilgrims enjoy a nice meal with their hosts, and once Pigsy is done trying to eat them out of house and home, we can finally start getting into the plot of this arc. Tripitaka finally gets around to asking for the name of their hosts, and learn that their last name is 'Chen' just like Tripitaka's father. Tripitaka also asks them what kind of religious service they were holding earlier, and they tell him it was a 'preparatory mass for the dead' which Tripitaka can't say he's ever heard of before.

Pigsy meanwhile calls them out saying there is no such thing as a preparatory mass for the dead, which Monkey agrees with. Monkey impressed by Pigsy evidently also gaining a brain cell in this chapter asks for more information. The old men then proceed to tell them that the river has a demon in it, because of course it does, what self respecting river doesn't in this book? Turns out this demon has been blessing the town with good weather in exchange for some good old human sacrifices in the form of one young boy and girl a year. And this year it's the old men's turn. And despite their ages of they each only have one child, an eight year old girl named One Load of Gold, and one seven year old boy named Chen Guanbao.

Anyways these two unlucky children are the chosen sacrifices for this year, so the preparatory mass for the dead was for them. Of course they don't want to sacrifice their children, they are all they have, but the demon called for their children specifically, so they can't even buy a replacement child to sacrifice to the demon in stead. Tripitaka is moved to tears by their unfortunate situation. Monkey however has a potential solution to this problem and asks to see the son. So Monkey takes a good look at the boy before transforming himself into his exact copy.

The old man is very impressed by Monkey's ability, and is thrilled when Monkey offers to be the sacrifice in his son's place. The old man even agrees to give Tripitaka a thousand ounces of silver for his travel expenses. When Monkey asks where his thank you is, the old man points out that there is no use thanking a dead man walking. Monkey is just like 'we'll see about that' and agrees to be the sacrifice.

And now it's time for the girl, who's father is currently weeping, because although he's grateful that Monkey is saving his nephew, he still doesn't want to lose his only daughter. Luckily Monkey has a plan to save the girl to, so he tells the old man that if he wants to save his daughter, he'd better do his best to bribe the pig. However surprisingly enough Pigsy isn't that easy to bribe and won't risk his life even for a decent meal. Monkey however informs him that since he's already eaten their food this is the least he can do for them.

Pigsy however protests that he's not as good at transformation as Monkey is anyways. Tripitaka meanwhile tries to persuade Pigsy to do the right thing, simply because it's the right thing to do, but unsurprisingly Pigsy isn't swayed. He argues that he may be able to transform into large creatures and objects, but that transforming into such a small girl will be impossible. Monkey however tells the old man to fetch his daughter in order to force Pigsy to give it a try anyways.

So the old man brings out his daughter, and Monkey orders Pigsy to transform into her, under threat of a beating. So Pigsy gives it a try but... well... while he got the head right the body is still a little bit... er... big. Monkey tells him to get good, but Pigsy argues that even if Monkey tries to beat him, it's not going to get any better then this. So instead Monkey helps him complete the change with a little magic of his own.

Now that they have their duplicates, Monkey orders the two old men to hide their children away until it's all over. After that, the two fake children are ready to be sacrificed to the demon. So Monkey and Pigsy sit on some fancy trays and are carried out by the temple boys to meet their fate. Pigsy is rather worried about this whole 'being eaten by a demon thing' but Monkey assures him that if the demon eats him first, Pigsy is free to run away. Pigsy is fine with that plan, but what happens if the demon wants to eat the girl first? Luckily the old man informs him that the demon always eats the boy first, so that's that I guess. Anyways, with a partial plan in place, the procession begins.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 + 94,000 years Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water, sleeplessness, seizing the wind, enhanced smell, discerning good and evil within a thousand miles, Spirit Summoning, lock picking, object transformation, distance reduction, vanishing in a flash of light, super healing and transforming others. Demon Kill Count: 9+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 1009 God's Defeated: 22 + Unknown number Defeats: 5 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering, trespassing, violating Tree Law, looting corpses, trading counterfeit goods, criminal threat, animal abuse, Assisting or Instigating Escape, Damage to Religious Property and contaminating a substance for human consumption. Cry Count: 7 + 3 fake cries Mountains Trapped Under: 4

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka and the Tang Monk Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization, Heart Sutra and Meditation. Cry Count: 23 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 31 Paralyzed by fear: 5 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 6 Falling Off Horses: 8

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, flight, Magic of Water Restriction, Singing, and Sword Dancing. Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 2

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy, Idiot and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations, parting water, fighting underwater, cloud soaring, size enhancement and CPR Demon Kill Count/Kill steals: 2 Kidnapped by Demons: 3 Human Kill Count: 1 Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 3 Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping, arson, defamation, Damage to Religious Property and contaminating a substance for human consumption

Current Sha Wujing Stats: Names/Titles: The Curtain-Raising General, Sha Wujing (Sand Aware of Purity), Sandy and Sha Monk Weapon: Monster Taming Staff Abilities: Fighting underwater and Cloud soaring. Demon Kill Count: Unknown number of minions. Kidnapped by Demons: 2 Human Kill Count: 1 Crime List: Breaking a Crystal Cup, murder, desecration of a human corpse, Damage to Religious Property and contaminating a substance for human consumption

[nach0]

doing a bit of oc worldbuilding with no context <3 (but if you ask questions i'll answer please ask me questions)

(this got a little long so it's under a readmore)

The Three (of Lucas and Foxglove's time at least) are The Worldhopper (Eldest), The Talemender (Middle), and The Earthrunner (Youngest)

Their titles are related to their times as jumpers but weren't granted by the previous Three, they kind of just manifest when deemed worthy.

Worldhopper (she/her) tended to not spend much time in each dimension, solving the cracks with brutal efficiency and only getting close to the inhabitants when absolutely necessary. There wasn't as wide of a range of books in her time (which i haven't fully ironed out yet) but she stuck more to the fantastical when she could.

Talemender (she/her) was the opposite, loving getting right into the middle of political dramas and mysteries. Knowing the base plot would let her seem far more mysterious than she actually was and gave her a leg up to counter not having the connections and wealthy family these stories would normally require. Instead of quick patches like she very well could have gotten away with, she made sure her impact would last for years.

Earthrunner (he/him) absolutely got the short end of the stick. Before being selected he was an avid horror fan, and despite how much he tried to change this after being chosen he never went long without being chased by some kind of creature. The nature of the horror he read meant the 'fixes' he had to do were stopping someone from getting away or otherwise avoiding their fates. Most of the stories were set on earth, or some very close variation of it, and he very rarely traveled beyond that. He is the only one to still remember his name, even if faintly.

Lucas and Foxglove (both they/ them) were neither of the original choice. Worldhopper had chosen the new vessel but decided to run an experiment born of necessity. With the ever growing access to the internet, and new types of media, the worlds within their preview was increasing. And with it, so were the cracks. The idea was that they'd both do their work, and whichever made it to The Three first would get to continue the Cycle while the other would either be stranded somewhere or sent home and cut off depending on how they went.

Talemender and Earthrunner both chose a variation of the original vessel, Lucas being Talemender's choice as someone who could connect better with the people in it, and Foxglove Earthrunner's as someone who could fight against the danger.

(Important to note; they did both start as Lucas. Foxglove just changed their name later on after all The Horrors and I'll refer to them as it the whole time to lessen the confusion)

Both of their first worlds and the one in which they gained their titles were identical where otherwise they diverged more, albeit having similar tracks. It wasn't long after Foxglove gained their title (The Fatebreaker) that they found their way to The Three, who welcomed them and explained The Cycle.

What they weren't counting on was Foxglove, bitter and angry from countless worlds, to discard it entirely. Instead of fighting the Eldest one on one, then taking her place as the new Youngest, they attacked all three without waiting for the proper rituals. They were stopped, of course, but not before severely weakening The Three.

They were sent to an unknown world to live out their days, a great punishment for jumpers as there was no way to know who to trust or what side to be on, but in this place they thrived. This is how Vulpec City gained a new villain.

Lucas was sent temporarily as a warning not long after as the Three were much stricter on their now sole vessel, expected to be horrified by the world and Foxglove and thus being more dedicated to their work.

And at first they were, hating the unknown and the secret, but Foxglove soon pulled them aside to explain everything. Including how to finish what they'd already started. Lucas isn't convinced entirely by this, but the seeds have been planted.

They spend about six months in Vulpec before being returned to their regular duties, new doubts stuck in their mind.

and that's it so far!! i haven't quite figured out how lucas breaks the cycle but they will in the end, and i need to get my timeline sorted out

rn the main categories are First Leap (MLB) - Title earned (WOF) - Meets Foxglove (Vulpec) - end

most of the early day ideas will stay in First to Title, a lot of the cartoons and more lighthearted things as they fit into their new role. Title to Foxglove is a lot shorter but they're starting to grow weary especially since they were in WOF for eight years before getting pulled. Foxglove to end is filled with the more serious worlds (in some aspects. WC is in this section) as the gravity of everything hits them and they start planning who's side in all this they're going to take.

please ask questions i have had lucas for like 6 years now and i'm only just doing proper worldbuilding for them beyond just 'teehee chronic isekai go brr'

[rainbow-nijisaki]

How about 13 and 16 for the TWEWY ask game?

13. what would you like to see in the future of the series?

First and foremost, my wish is that the series continues to be beloved and thus kept relevant by its fanbase, even if we don't receive anything new. I'm not incredibly hopeful for new entries, but that's not entirely a bad thing (and considering NEO's 14-year gap, anything could happen, so I won't say the chance is zero!). That said, I feel generally the same way about any potential sequels as I did when the "new 7 days" was first announced - I don't really want a sequel for sequel's sake, but if the team has an idea they want realized, I'd love to see it. That's one of the reasons I so wanted NEO to happen - because I had a distinct feeling the original "new 7days" project had been cancelled, and I'd always wondered about that idea that never saw light.

As for more specific and self-indulgent answers, the things I'd want most if I had infinite money and could fund the team myself:

TWEWY Prequel: This was my number one want before NEO. The original game concluded nicely, so most of its loose ends lie in the past. Joshua's rise to Composerhood is a fascinating topic, along with Kariya's hints about a previous long game occurring in the past and his familiarity with taboo noise. There's just enough information there to suggest the team knew more about all this than what they ultimately chose to share, and it kills me a little that we'll likely never know what exactly they were thinking when they wrote that. In all honesty, I still want this game, but it faces some competition from -

The Shinjuku Story: This one I mostly want because I feel like most of the story has to exist already somewhere - it almost feels like a missing entry in the series. I think I'd like to see this as a "Neku's adventures with Coco as they investigate Shinjuku and uncover the story of what led to its destruction" game, but a split timeline would also be nice. My guess is you'd play as Tsugumi during the pre-inversion sections in that case. I really, really would like a twewy prequel, but between this and that, I feel this one is in more dire need of telling. Part of the reason NEO is so convoluted is because they're trying to allude to an entire game's worth of backstory that doesn't actually exist in any other format. (On a side note, in an alternate universe I'd have liked NEO to be split between Neku in Shinjuku w/ Coco and Tsugumi, and Rindo's group working with Beat in Shibuya. Minamimoto could be on either side depending on what role Coco has for him. It'd feel a bit more relevant to AND that way, and be able to tell the Shinjuku story without losing the Shubuya tie that the team deemed necessary.)

Should they determine they're never going to make any new entries in the series, I really want a data book. I'd love to see all the plot bits that never made it into writing (which I assume they won't share now on the off-chance they do use the IP again). Novelizations of the two aforementioned plotlines would also be very welcome as an alternative to full games.

This is less of an actual want and more of a pipe dream, but I think it'd be neat to see the original remade in the style of NEO. I don't think it's quite possible to replicate what made the original's gameplay special on systems that aren't the DS / 3DS, so that ship has sailed - so a re-invention of the battle system to work in a single-screen 3D space could be a lot of fun and very stylish. Would it be as good as the original? I don't know. But it sure would look cool.

Please, please let Sora make good on his promise to see Neku in Shibuya in KH4, I'll actually buy the game if you do SE. Even better if it's NEO Neku. And let Neku bring his friends so I can finally have a 3D NEO Joshua model to spin around and get a reference for that hairstyle facing right I'm begging you SE

16. any pet peeves – gameplay mechanics, story details, missed pun opportunities, etc?

The original game is absolutely perfect except in one regard.

Where are my threads macros???

I'm willing to forgive it for the original DS version but I really would have liked to have them added to Final. We have four pin sets, but for a game heavy on fashion (especially with the brand chart mechanic) we have to manually change threads piece-by-piece. And read through all the descriptions again and again looking for that one effect...again. I think I played with equipment sets a lot less than I would have otherwise because of this.

But fine, Final is an enhanced port so I'll forgive it too.

But then we get NEO, a brand new, modern RPG in the year 2021...

And we still. Do not. Have. Threads macros.

Ugh.

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Another big one for me (but probably more personal) is the total loss of ground-Joshua in Solo and Final remix once you unlock levitation. I understand that, unfortunately, switching mid-combat wouldn't really work anymore, but I would have at least liked a toggle in a menu somewhere.

"But Yoshaiya," you say, "why do you need that? What insane person would actually use ground combat Joshua once you unlock the vastly superior god-powers-angel-beam-flinging-levitating-actually can kill things Joshua-"

I would. I do not need to elaborate.

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I'm not going to get into story details pet peeves since surely you're tired of reading this by now and wondering when I'm finally going to shut up - I'll just quietly note that while I do love both games, I do have some story nitpicks regarding NEO. But that's not something I want to get into right now. I'd rather not discuss my misgivings without also going into what I like about it, and most likely, neither you nor I have time for that essay right now. (Also, before I say anything about what I like / don't like regarding NEO's writing, I'd definitely want to give it another replay.)

As a minor one though...I would have liked to see more familiar faces among NEO's minor cast. Shibuya's a big town and always changing, but it's almost sad how the old faces are just...gone, three years later. Off the top of my head, I remember Eiji Oji and Ken Doi, and K-1 Okada from J of the M...and that's it. I'm actually kind of hoping I overlooked someone at this point. This isn't actually a pet peeve, mind, just...a missed opportunity I'm a little bummed about.

[volucerrubidus]

Updated my Rules recently; there are a few new additions, so I'm going to copy/paste them here for ease of reading! If you don't feel like going through every single line to see what's new, the main section that's new is the "Disclaimers" section at the bottom. Otherwise, I've just altered wording, sorted things into categories, and tried to make everything clearer and easier to understand. Thanks everybody!

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I am not harsh about enforcing these rules, but I will ask politely that you abide by them! They are in place to ensure that we have a good time together!

I usually hate DNIs, but I do want to make it clear: if I find out you are not pro-Palestine, I will hardblock you and move on. End of story. 

Basics:

Mun is 24. This is an 18+ blog.

Please note that if I can’t see what age bracket you’re in anywhere on your page, then I’m not taking a chance. You don’t have to disclose your age to me, but if I don’t see at least something that says you’re an adult, or over the age of 18 in some way, then I’m not going to follow back, and will softblock you. If you follow again, I will hard block you.  

RP etiquette applies. No godmodding, no metagaming, etc. Mun is not muse. Don’t assume your muse can automatically beat Tim in a fight. There’s more on combat below, but just be fair, and plot it with me beforehand.

Activity:

This blog is selective and mutuals-only. That said, I’m very likely to follow back/follow first. If you don’t follow me back in a week or two, I’ll unfollow again.

If I ever follow you a second time (or more times after that because I have memory issues and I’m not here often enough to remember urls well [I am so sorry]), I promise that I’m not trying to make you follow; it’s likely because I forgot about the first/previous time. Feel free to soft/hardblock me for your own comfort if it happens! I’ll do my best to avoid doing this. 

I am a low-activity blog; I work a full-time job, and struggle with energy and brain fog. Tim is also a finnicky muse.

Please do not pester me for replies. I will respond when I can.

Interactions:

Personals are free to follow, look, and like, but please do not reblog any of my posts.

Asks are a fantastic way to interact with me, and perhaps the best way. Often, I cannot access tumblr on the browser due to my work, so asks are something I can do on mobile at a higher frequency than threads.

If you want to continue from an ask answer, please make a separate post. If you don’t, then I will transfer to a new post on my turn.

I do not do M!A’s (magic!anons) unless I specifically reblog an M!A post– otherwise, I will not respond if you send one in.

Don’t forceship with me. Ships come from chemistry. That said, you are welcomed with open arms to tell me if you want to ship with Tim, and we can go from there! I do reserve the right to deny a ship, but if that’s the case, then I’ll work with you to plot a fun and interesting dynamic that makes us both happy!

I don’t do exclusives or mains; please don’t ask me to make you one or the other. If you do have exclusives or mains, then that’s awesome! No judgement either way; I just personally won’t have them on my blog.

Please reblog memes from the source. This is to keep my activity page easier for me to keep up with. 

Content:

I don’t rp smut.

I don’t use fancy text formatting for the sake of my own ability to proofread my writing. You are welcome to continue to use whatever text formatting you’d like, though!

I will make sure to tag any warnings that I find necessary (and upon request if I miss something!), and in turn, I ask that you please tag topics involving non-con situations. Thank you!

Communication:

If I do something you don’t like, PLEASE tell me! I want this to be fun for everyone involved, but if I don’t know that I did something you were uncomfortable with, then I can’t fix it, and thus, we are no longer mutually having fun. I know confrontation is daunting, and people have probably treated you very poorly when you tried to communicate a grievance in the past; it’s happened to me, and it’s happened to so many people I know. I will do my best to be kind, fair, open, and apologetic, and I will do what I can to help rectify the situation, no matter how big or small. Come open a dialogue; I’ll be happy to have one with you. 

I chat in the tags often.

If there’s something in a thread that you want to discuss, please come chat with me about it!

Please tell me if you want to ship! I want to know!

If you have a plot request, send it my way!

Combat between muses is going to come up often on this blog given the muse and source material. If a thread starts to go in that direction, I require that we plot out the fight before proceeding, so that we can work together to write a scene that both goes the way we need it to for plot reasons, AND goes the way we want it to for fun reasons. The only exception to this is people I’ve written with for long enough that I feel we will not accidentally step on each other’s toes during a fight.

Disclaimers:

I do not and will never ship Tim with Bruce, Dick, Jason, Cass, Duke, or Damian. If you write batcest, I don’t care, but I will not follow you. If you follow me, I’m likely to soft or hard block. The only exception to this is multimuse blogs who have muses I want Tim to interact with, or blogs that have a clear line of separation between batcest and batfamily interactions. I will be HIGHLY selective about this, though.

If you do not make it clear on your blog that you ship batcest, and then we become mutuals, and I see you suddenly start writing batcest, I will softblock you. It is not personal; I just don’t want to read that stuff on my own personal dash. I just ask for honesty. Please don’t trick me into following you; tumblr rp follower counts are not that important.

For full transparency: I do think the pro/anti debate is stupid. Those words are thrown around willy-nilly to vilify people or virtue signal, and I will not entertain that discourse on this blog. In my humble opinion, anyone can write whatever they want in fandom spaces, and I just would hope that tags are used appropriately, so that people can curate what they read or view. I personally could not care less what another writer ships; if there’s stuff I don’t wanna see, I’ll just not look for it, and I won’t follow people who write it. Simple as that.

You’ll see it in my bio too, but I want to address it here as well: I actively dislike fanon, and it will have no place in my writing of Tim. I don’t care if your muse draws from fanon—you do you—but don’t be shocked if my Tim acts surprised or confused by fanon assumptions of him (ex: if your muse brings Tim coffee to drink, he will be very confused as to why that was the choice. Tim Drake is not a coffee drinker). I am not going to gatekeep your experience with comics, and I am never going to send you anything that might make you feel bad for how you write your character. I love everyone’s interpretations, and I like seeing different takes on them! I just think it’s courteous to put this note here to be fully open and honest.

Thank you for taking the time to read through all of this; I know it’s long! I hope you have a fantastic day, and I look forward to writing with you! :D

[canadianramen]

Purpose of this blog and an Introduction!

Hey everyone. My name is CanadianRamen, or Canadian, or just Sean if you prefer. I'm a 25 year old lifelong nerd, published author, and content creator. I needed a place to collect my random nerd thoughts and put them out there for both myself and others to enjoy. Whether that be tier lists, random rants, or just straight up posts about nothing, I needed an outlet for my mind to ramble and I settled on Tumblr as the perfect location for it. All I ask is that you (if you are indeed reading this blog) to just sit back and enjoy, and feel free to chime in whenever. The first thing I will be doing is ranking all 30 seasons of the Power Rangers. It's been on my list of stuff to talk about for a long time and I'm finally pulling the trigger. Enjoy!

Before I make the first post for the list, I want to talk about the actual criteria I used for making the list and deciding the rankings. In my opinion there's a few key factors that make a good Power Rangers season:

Team-ups. These are what remind you that all these seasons for (aside from a couple exceptions) belong to the same continuity, they're the bridge that attaches these seasons together. A good or bad team-up can genuinely make or break a season (I'm looking at you Wild Force and Super Megaforce). Plus they're just tons of fun.

2. The Red Ranger and Sixth Rangers. The Red Ranger and 6th Rangers make or break a Ranger team and can set the tone for what to expect from an entire season.

3. The Ranger team members. Kind of an extension of the previous one, The Red Ranger and Sixth Rangers just tend to be more important than the others but the team as a whole does need development and good chemistry if you want to have an enjoyable season.

4. Main Villain. A good villain is a necessary backbone for a season. The Rangers can't be running in place and knock down goon after goon with a main villain that just chills in the background saying one cheesy line after another and doesn't get involved in the plot until the last episode of a season.

5. Evil Rangers. Having an evil ranger as the primary or secondary antagonist has historically always been a good thing for the plot of Power Rangers season.

6. Ranger suits and the Opening Theme. Yes I promise this matters. If the Rangers look terrible in there suits and the opening theme sounds terrible and doesn't fit the overall motif of the season then it genuinely affects how it's remembered as it ages and time goes on. "Go Go Power Rangers" is possibly the most recognizable, iconic, and greatest television show opening of all-time and for good reason.

7. My personal enjoyment. These are after all just my opinions and you may feel very differently regarding the rankings of these seasons. And that's genuinely okay, great even! I welcome any and all good discussion regarding these posts and this blog. Just a couple side notes regarding the seasons, I am well aware of some of the legal troubles that the Rangers actors have gotten into, I am going to try to avoid that when discussing the seasons as I don't want their personal lives and how they are or how they're perceived as people to reflect on my critique and enjoyment of the show. Also no holiday specials, they aren't canon and aren't very good. Also I will try not to let the Super Sentai series that these seasons are adapting from have any sway or influence over my critiques and opinions. Most of the Power Rangers seasons only share action and stunt footage anyways aside from a few exceptions. For the purposes of my list, the Super Sentai series might as well not exist.

With all that out of the way, I sincerely hope you enjoy my blog. Take care and I look forward to reading your comments!

[lizzzylovee]

Eywa’s Vision

Chapter 5: Bittersweet Jubilee

Summary: Born with the ability to receive visions of the future, Kani must choose to abandon what she knows to aid in Navi that she's never met.

MDNI

AN: This chapter wasn’t the most satisfying to write, but it was necessary to set up the plot.

CW: cussing, vulgar language, degrading comments, choking, mention of weapons, fighting, mention of wounds, jealousy, smut-ish (we’re almost there I promise T.T) threatening, mention of blood, fainting, angst/anger

If I forget any I’m sorry!

Wk- 6.2

Masterlist

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Despite the difference in cultures, it seemed as if no matter where, the rainy season was always a time to rejoice. Living off the land means being very aware of the conditions of the nature around them. The Rainy season brought new life, and with it, a reason to celebrate.

Many in the clan were busy preparing, from checking previous done tasks, to last minute preparations. A group of girls found themselves refining their dance costumes, fingers moving expertly.

Kani had many talents, whether it was flying, fighting, singing or dancing, costume making was not one. That was reserved for Tal'i. Still, she tried as much as possible to follow the directions of her sister in law, mixing in crystals and feathers, intertwining with the colorful clothes from their clan. The Kekunan sisters chose to stick with the customs found from back home, while Kiri was content sticking to hers.

A silence found its way between the group, all focused on their individual pieces, finishing up last minute changes. All of them were different, with similar themes that would tell outsiders that they were from a different clan, proud of their heritage.

The silence was welcomed, finding its way to relaxation that seems to lack on the days closer to the festival. Kani allowed her mind to blank, no thoughts, simply intent on the finishing touches for her costume designed by the designer of the family. She was grateful for Tal'i's guidance and willingness to make the majority of the piece, leaving Kani to do the finishing touches herself.

A throat being cleared brought her out of the haze, making her lift her head to search for the cause of the noise. Finding her family looking everywhere but her, she turns to look at Kiri, who was already looking at her. Lifting an eyebrow, she doesn't say anything.

"So I heard that Spider was seen running for his life from the healing tent, though when others asked why, he refused to say anything. Any clue why that was?"

Kani was silent, watching the facial expressions of the girl instead. Though mostly blank, a small lift on the corner of her lips gives away the humor she tried to hide.

She shakes her head, "If I told  you the reason why, you would regret the fact concerning it's because of your brother. And besides, it's not our fault that Spider failed to hear what was going on before entering the tent." She sends a wink in Kiri's direction, laughing at the reactions she received.

Most would be mortified, unable to stand even talking about the situation, but not her. Kani wasn't ashamed of the fact that she had accepted the man that pursued her, nor the fact that they celebrated the acceptance, exploring the other bodies and enjoyed every second of it. Now she knows she should feel bad for Spider, but the fact that he was one of them, made it hard. The way that she saw it, Neteyam only acted on instinct, and she wasn't going to punish him for it. Most Navi males were protective of their chosen ones, and to be found in a vulnerable position, he did what he saw fit. Shrugging her shoulders, she continued on with beading the crystals around her.

The other girls seemed to pick up on that fact, many understanding, already knowing that if their men were in the same situation, it would end up with the same outcome. Grateful that Neteyam still had some restraint, she was happy that Spider didn't actually end up hurt, even if his ego was. Kani tried to be sympathetic to Kiri, knowing that she had a close bond with the human boy, but it seems as if something, or should she say 'someone' has been keeping her pretty occupied.

Even after the dismissal of Spider, Kani wasn't privy to telling everyone she crossed paths with the new development between the future clan leader and herself. She wasn't ashamed, but she wasn't going out of her way to share the information either, if they knew then they knew, not her fault if they didn't. Her life wasn't anybody's business.

Loud singing announced their arrival before the disturbance of the door did. Lo'ak, Zernem, and Spider made their presence known, circling around the girls, giving the respective greetings. Swatting her brother's hand away from her ear, she returns his greeting with a low hiss. Lo'ak settled next to Mai, boldly wrapping an arm around her shoulder much to her embarrassment. Zernem attempted to lay his head on Kiri's lap, only to end face first on the floor. Spider settled into the empty space by Lo'ak, looking everywhere in the room but at Kani herself.

She returned her attention to finishing up her costume, not being bothered by the fact that Spider gave her a wide berth. From the stories she's heard, Spider was close to the younger members of the Sully clan, but was aware of where he stood with Neteyam, Jake, and especially Neytiri. She didn't have a hate for humans, her father was one at some point, but after experiencing the vision that led her here, she wasn't going to lie and say that she was comfortable, and a small part was grateful that Neteyam stepped in and made him give her space.

"You coming?"

Looking up, she stares blankly at her brother.

Returning the look, he asks again, "Are you mountain jumping or not hoe?"

Flipping him off by reflex, she nods, "I will gladly take the opportunity to whoop your ass."

Lo'ak is quick to cheer, ignoring the bickering siblings. Taking their costumes, the girls put the items up, careful to not undo threads that took hours to weave. Kiri places her piece by Kani's, as she was getting ready with the girls later that night. Making way out of the tent, she smirks to herself as Spider scrambles out of her way, heading around the maze of huts, eyes set on the clearing, calling for her Ikran.

Smiling at the beautiful creature, a sense of sadness enters. There were a few moments, though sparse, that she misses her old life. The constant music and dancing, the familiar feeling of flying, jumping from mountain to mountain, hunting for her clan. All these things made up her daily routine, and being away from it does take a toll.

A pair of hands cover her eyes, chest pushing up against her back. She smiles, smelling the familiar scent of her man. Light kisses trail her neck, making laughter erupt from her chest, hugging the arms around her closer.

"Booo!"

Dodging the rock from her brother, she spins to face Neteyam, "We're going mountain jumping, you joining?"

"You know you don't even have to ask yawne, I'd follow you anywhere."

Lifting up to her toes, she sends him a sweet kiss. Pushing away from him, she continues checking the saddle. The rest of the group follows lead, mounting their own Ikrans with Spider climbing onto Lo'aks. Letting out yips, Kani takes off. Without looking back she pushes herself faster, determined to beat her brother already knowing he was going to make a competition out of everything. And knowing that Kiri was joining them, he was going to do his best to show off. She would never attempt to sabotage her brother's chance with a girl, but it was her birthright to keep his ego in check.

Gaining elevation, she hollers out. The higher she gets the lighter her heart feels, all the stress and build up falls. Mountains appear around them, vines and waterfalls weaving in and out. Reaching high altitude, she slows, stopping completely. Breaking tsaheylu she leans back, falling off her Irkan completely. Diving head first, she screams letting out all the emotions in her chest. Breaking through the clouds she spots her group, seeing a mix of reactions. Tal'i and Naya'il cheered her on, leaving Zernem unimpressed. The Sully family however, looked mortified. She sees Neteyam dive, trying his best to catch her. Letting out a series of yips, she rights her body and lands on her Ikran diving up from below.

Neteyam considered himself a very level headed person, but when Kani was involved, all of that went out the window. Neteyam continued diving down, only to make eye contact with her shooting in the complete opposite direction. Laughing in disbelief, all he could do was shake his head not believing how crazy this girl is.

Finding a cluster of mountains, Kani lands swiftly with the rest following. Smiling wide, she looks at the group around her, making eye contact with all. Slowly turning her head, she looks at Zernem, seeing he's already locked onto her. The two refused to break eye contact, sizing each other up. The older girls roll their eyes, used to the petty games they play. The Sully's watched, unsure how the interaction is supposed to go being it's their first time, Spider in between Lo'ak and Kiri. Neteyam only finds his gaze on Kani, admiring the new aura that surrounded her. He knew that she had been having a hard time, even if she tried to hide it. His chest ached, hating the way the girl's light seemed to dim over the time.

Making up her mind, Kani takes off, Zernem quick on her heels. Not knowing what else to do, the crew follows. Tal'i and Naya'il kept up easily, laughing with joy, heads thrown back. Neteyam zoned into watching the others before moving, copying their movements, in taking information. Lo'ak and Kiri were slow in running after, keeping in mind their human companion. The Sully's had a hard time enjoying the moment, only doing this process when necessary to claim an Ikran, not doing this for fun. Jumping in the air, Kani latched onto the hanging vines, shrieking when she swung into the falling water right by. Using more upper body strength than she's had in a long time, she scales the vine, pulling herself over ledge getting on her feet fast as possible with Zernem on her heels. The process continues, the laughter on the Kekunan Clan infectious, making the Sully's join in feeling freedom high in the clouds.

Coming to one of the highest floating mountains around, Kani saw the drop off approaching. Refusing to give up her title to her brother she let out yips with Zernem doing the same, both knowing whichever jumps first wins. The crew was present but only Kani and Zernem kept up speed, the rest slowing down. Giving trust, Kani's foot landed on the edge, strong legs propelling her off. Last thing she caught was the foul mouth of her brother before latching on to her ride. Letting out victorious yells, she flips through the air smiling big. Chest heaving, everyone joins in, as if the rest of the world's problem fades away.

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Dancing was a high point in her culture, telling stories as old as the beginning of the first Toruk Makto. She was proud of her heritage, enjoyed taking part in singing the songs of her people, dancing to the beat of the drums. A hard pressure fell on her chest, feeling suffocated making it hard to breathe. Tears welled up, clouding her vision. Attempting to look up, she tries her hardest not to let it fall, knowing that once it starts, she'll have a hard time stopping. A sob makes a way out, and knowing she's fighting a losing battle, she lets them fall.

Choking on her own tears, Kani curls into herself hugging her arms around her knees. Sobs wracked her body, desperate for air to enter her lungs. Pouring out her despair, a strong pair of arms wrap around her. Leaning into the familiar embrace, she lets in the warmth provided by her brother.

His heart hurt. He knew this move was hard, and while he knew it was the hardest on her with her shouldering most of the responsibilities, attempting to take the brunt of it all to prevent it from being harder on her family, he didn't know it would end like this. Zernem tried to follow in the footsteps of his oldest brother, to lead strong and be resilient with whatever life threw at him. After Tsuten came into the picture, he had two figures to look up to, and while it wasn't the same as having his father around, Zernem was grateful for the endless love he receives daily from his family. With being a year older, he expected to be the leader between the two, but ever since they were kids, Kani took the lead holding on his hand tight by guiding with wisdom that went beyond her years.

He remembers that moment all those years ago, Kani woke him up in the middle of the night, telling him stories that came to her, only for it to happen later on. His family didn't know how to take it, at first passing it off as childish fantasies, only to sit baffled seeing first hand the events play out. They clung to each other, young enough to enjoy childhood happiness without the stress of having the responsibilities of being the oldest. The love-hate relationship between the two covered up the fact that without words, they would be there for each other, backing the other up without question.

Another pair of arms wrap around, layering on top of another. The circle grows, ending off with Heatey holding the group together. They all felt the weight of the transition on their shoulders, doing the best to make light of the situation. Leaning on each other, they knew that if they had the choice to do it again, they would do it in a heartbeat. They trusted and believed in their sister's visions, having grown up with it their whole lives. She chose to follow the will of Eywa, and they would be there every step of the way.

Sobs slowed, the warmth and comfort from her family seeped into her, and with how she was feeling she soaked it up. The crying ceased, the group rocked from side to side to soak up the moment. Uncurling from herself, arms loosen around her eyes scanning the person by them to make sure everyone is okay. Kani stares at the ground in front, before making eyes with Heatey,"I have loved you since you were born, and we all will continue to love you til Eywa calls us back home."

Foreheads touching, the family basks in the moment. Gathering up the strength, the family wordlessly continues on with the day's activities, knowing the festival is coming close to starting. Due to the request of her mother, Kiri chose to get ready in her family hut, with the families coming together at the start of the festival. With the option of adorning the Omatikaya's clothing, the family respectfully chose to follow in the steps of their home village.

Array of colors were chosen, paint and crystals litter their bodies. Feathers were expertly placed, in representation of Ikran's their clan was known for. (Think of Carnival outfits lol)

The darkening sky announced the arrival of the eclipse, and being firm believers of being fashionably late, they made their way to the heart of the village.

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Neteyam never liked these parties, but being the future clan leader made attendance mandatory. He liked his fellow clan members but he was never the social butterfly, that title belonged to his brother. He was able to admit that while the party wasn't his scene, he enjoyed seeing the people let loose and gather in celebration, his parents in particular. Though he didn't usually partake in it, he found himself sipping on the fermented fruit juice, allowing the drink to soothe his nerves.

Leg bouncing, he scanned the crowd, hoping to catch the one he was searching for. He sat with his siblings, the older three with identical drinks in their cups. Some friends lingered around the group, though Lo'ak was the one doing the most entertainment. Ignoring the presence of the human loitering around him, he finished off his drink, standing with the intention of refilling his cup, only to stop with the sight of the group of foreigners joining the clearing.

He knew their customs included bright, boisterous colors, but never had Neteyam felt more entranced in the clothes they wore until now. Eyes took in the individual design of the family, each completely different, but somehow complemented the one next to them. Narrowing in, he spots the one his heart desires. Jaw slacked, he soaked in on the sight in front of him. Her clothes, or lack of clothes, consisted of clusters of crystals covering her most intimate parts, gleaming in the firelight, strung together to mix in feathers, all in different shapes and sizes. A mirial of paint adorned the spots her clothes didn't meet, art that seemed to enhance her natural curves, swirling together in such a way that made him feel like he was in a trance. Watching the way her body seemed to prance, curves moving gracefully, walking with pride knowing that she was a walking personification of her home tribe.

The clan made way for the family, some still wary despite the time spent with them. They passed them, giving their respects to the clan leaders before allowing themselves the ability to enjoy the festivities. Watching them pass, he glances to see his brother in the same position, stopping the conversation he was in entirely, in favor of watching the family walk by. They made quick work of giving respects, knowing the clan leaders had other people to attend to, while simultaneously trying to enjoy the night themselves.

Making her way through the crowd, all but her oldest siblings following along knowing each of them had a specific person in their mind to see, Kani spotting just the people they were searching for. Seeing the man she yearned for already waiting for, she happily pranced over. Hand touching his cheek, she placed the other on his chest, halting his movements to close the distance between them, "Now don't tell me that I spent all that time getting ready, only for you to ruin it just seconds of seeing me." she questions, a knowing smirk on her face. Neteyam's eyes widen in surprise, but he catches himself just as fast. Leaning down, he allows his lips the opportunity to ghost over her ear, lowering his voice to prevent others from hearing ,"I plan on ruining more than just the paint that covers your body yawne."

Dodging the comment she bites her lip, glancing down to the empty cup held in his hand, taking the other in hers to pull him along after her, as he follows without question. Kani turns her head to holler over her shoulder, "I'm going to borrow him for a second!" only to realize the group was already preoccupied. Mai and Lo'ak in deep conversation, mostly likely with him embarrassing himself only for Mai to laugh at his antics. Zernem sat on the other side of Kiri, making occasional glances at Spider on the other side. Zute and Tuk already took off, Zute following along knowing that Tuk was the more social between them.

Coming up the the barrels that held the fermented juice, she made quick work of refilling Neteyam's, then filling up one of her own. Taking a sip, a slight scrunch of her nose made her opinion of the drink to Neteyam, who laughs at the cute expression on her face. Hidden on the outside of the swell of bodies, he swoops down to lock her lips with his, stealing a kiss before leaning back.

"It tastes delicious to me."

Shoving a hand to his chest only for a hand to fly up to keep it there, the couple laughs, basking in the aura of the other. Content, she looks around to see the older members of her family split between the musicians setting up, only to find Heatey missing. Alarmed, she scans around before finding him talking to Jake and Neytiri, seemingly deep in conversation. Shaking her head, she intertwines her fingers with Neteyam, guiding way back to their group, Neteyam happily following along.

Sitting down next to each other, they find themselves on a cluster of logs. Though it was mostly a mix of her family with the Sully kids, there were a few other faces. Some she recognized from her time helping around the village, others seemed new. She melted into the side of Neteyam, merely listening to the conversation that floated around. Wanting to feel closer, he draps an arm over her legs, settling a large palm on her outer thigh. The drown of people made her tune out the happenings of what was going on around her. It wasn't until the deep beats of the drums started, that made her break out of her trance.

Between the warmth of the liquid of her cup, and the hypnotizing beat of the tempo, she felt the calling to get up and dance make her twitch in her seat. Scanning around her, the females of her family felt the same calling. It wasn't unusual for them to start the festivities back at home, bouncing the energy off each other before pulling others in to join. It seemed as if it was no different in the presence of another clan, starting up just like it never left. Placing her drink in his hand, she bends down to lock their lips, sending a quick smile before bending over to grab Mai's, stealing her from Lo'ak before making way to the opening clearing around the fire meant for dancing bodies. Lo'ak looked after the disappearing girls, to turn his head to his brother, "Yo girl just stole mine." Not knowing what to say, Neteyam just shrugs his shoulders back in response, both hands full with drinks.

Tal'i and Naya'il meet up with the younger girls, almost as if they all shared a singular mind. The beat of the drums intensified, yet it seemed as if nobody else had the desire to dance such as they did. Backing away from another, the girls circled the fire. Finding the beat similar to one that was often played at home, they allowed the beat of the music to carry their bodies. (think of a mix of belly dancing, and dutty wine, and hula dancing all mixed) Matching with the beat, their hips moved, synching up with one another. The heat of the fire seemed to only intensify the feeling, their worries lifting into the sky only to mix in with the smoke.

Stalking around the fire, Kani took a second to close her eyes, almost to feel as if she had been transported back home. A smile so big that it felt like her face might break made way, replacing everything around. The girls were so immersed in the dance that coursed through their body that they didn't pay any attention to those around them, that even Mai seemed to have forgotten her usual shyness.

The clan around was quick to notice the show being put on, and while some were not fans of the family, none could deny the beauty of the dance. The fire in the middle seemed to burn bright, growing higher in the sky, almost as if the flames themselves joined in, singing its praise of the dancing figures around it. Even with the clan's eyes locked onto the figures around the fire, two seemed to be stuck, both having very similar thoughts. Even though both were enjoying the show being put on, loving the movements and the happy expressions on their girl's faces, they wanted nothing more than to take them away from prying eyes, sweeping them away to a secluded spot, securing a private dance themselves.

With the finishing beats of the song ending, the girls split off, sending smiles full of love at each other. Making their way back to the group, of all that seemed to be standing, Mai made way to Lo'ak first. Sweeping the girl off her feet, he was quick to shower praises in her ears, knowing the exaggerated praise was already enough to make her faint.

Walking closer, Kani raises an eyebrow, taking notice of the eagar, if not dark look of Neteyam, she notices a figure much closer to him now than before she had left to dance. With the evening moving on, the bodies attending the party were starting to feel the effects of their drinks. No longer caring about the paint, knowing the distance of the fire and her sweat from dancing already managing to smudge it, she presses her body against his, not taking her eyes off the girl. Eyes narrow slightly, only to tilt her head realizing where she had seen this girl from. She was one of the girls from the clearing that had approached Neteyam and his friends, while Kani had watched while picking fruit.

Saying nothing, she turns her head back to Neteyam, eyes locking. A silent conversation flows through them, both feeling the need to hide away from the festivities, rather wanting to enjoy the celebration in their own way. An unknown hand touching Neteyams arm instantly makes Kani go alert. Following the arm to identify who the fuck was touching her man, she can only stare in shock to see the same girl she had recognized just seconds ago. Alcohol coursing through her body makes her mind fuzzy, unable to comprehend the words coming out of her mouth, only knowing that she bypassed Kani's existence completely, only turning her attention on Neteyam. Looking at the face of the girl, she looks down to see the hand that had yet to move. Frozen, a couple of beats go by, until she sees fingers move side to side, caressing him.

Heated, before her mind can catch up to her actions, Kani's hand shoots out, wrapping a single hand around the girl's neck. Stepping forward, she backs her away, a hiss leaving her mouth. Before being able to apply more pressure, Kani is pulled away just as fast. Now either she had way too much of the strong juice, or her world was tipped upside down. Putting her arms out to still herself, she realizes that she was quite literally, upside down. The sounds of the party die down the further she is taken away, and by the look of the ass in her face, a very nice ass she may add, it was Neteyam that was carrying her over his shoulders. The sounds of the forest take over the beat of the drums, signaling to her that in just a matter of moments, Neteyam's long legs put much distance in between. Coming to a stop, she's dumped back over, hands holding tight while she finds her own balance. Righting herself, she looks at the man in front, and while confusion over the last few minutes clouded her mind, anger made quick work to take its place.

Smacking his hands off her skin she backs up, lips snarling at him. She stalks around him, and while she was known for having a temper, the alcohol made her lips looser, "What the fuck was that?! Not only did that bitch have the nerve to touch, no, no, no, caress you in front of me, you choose her side by fucking stopping me?! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

Taking her by surprise yet again, she finds herself face first against a tree, both arms held behind her back by a single hand. Breath caught in her throat, she had half a mind to curse herself for drinking so much that allowed this man to put her in such a position, though the anger she felt right now was doing a great job of sobering her up. She felt him press his heated body against hers, feeling his ragged breath against her ears, making them flick sporadically.

"Let me take a second to remind you of your manners yawne, while explaining to you just 'what the fuck' just happened," his legs kicked hers apart, "that girl is a simple low life that is known for getting at anyone with some authority to their name," a strong thigh settles in between hers, "I have turned her down multiple times, making my intentions, or lack of, known to everyone around," the hand not holding onto her arms slithers around to her front, sliding down to her lower stomach, "and in response, I have every intention of making you understand that no one else compares, no one else controls me like you do. You are fucking mine, and I think it's time for you to realize that I am yours."

Before she has a chance to open her mouth to contort a response, his fingers dip underneath her loincloth, latching onto her bundle of nerves, pressing down hard enough to make her see stars, only to soothe it by drawing quick circles. His lips find hers, consuming the moans let out by his ministrations. His hand gripping her arms pulled her body back, meeting the bulge between his legs. Feeling her breath quicken he pulls back and lets go of her arms, allowing her to catch herself against the tree. Making quick work of the cloth around her hips, it falls to the ground, pooling at her feet. A strong hand presses into her shoulder blades, applying pressure until her hips poke out, exposing herself to him, bathing him in her intoxicating scent. Mind hazy, the height of their arousal makes them dizzy. With one hand on her hip, the other hand on her shoulder blades travel down her back, until a lone finger trails up and down her slit, moisture coating the tip. He takes his time, watching her body language for any signs of discomfort, knowing that while he had more experience, the lack of hers makes him both cautious, and very, very, very, fucking hard.

Her mind is fucking spinning, though not from the alcohol she consumed, which was long gone, but from the feelings he gave her. Never once while touching herself has she felt this before. His fingers teased, and all she wanted to do was give herself to him. And she wanted him to fucking take it. Growing tired of the feeling that never would feel like it's enough, she pushes back, allowing his fingers to slip in slightly. A shaky moan leaves her, and it felt like her legs would give out at any minute. Coming to the conclusion that it was her attitude and temper that got her here, she figured that if she said it nicely, then maybe he would give it to her.

"Please."

Hearing her utter that sweet word from sweet lips, his heart melts knowing that he couldn't deny her, even if he wanted to. Which he really didn't fucking want to. Gripping harder on her hip6, he eases a finger in with slow, short strokes. Curling them slightly, he sets a slow but steady rhythm. The sounds, by Eywa, the sounds she made. The more he moved, the more sounds and moisture came out of her. Eyes closed, she misses the way his eyes take her in. Slick hand works her over, tempo speeding up until she's shouting praises. He felt blessed by the sight, and with everything he has been through, fucking her with his fingers takes the damn cake.

She chants his name like he was  Eywa sent, like his main mission was to pleasure her for eternity, a task he would gladly take on. As he continues, the chants turn to incoherent babble, the spasms around his fingers signaling to him, her approaching end. Pressing a thumb to her bundle of nerves, he continued his pace, staying consistent to allow her to reach her peak. The spasms quicken, before clenching around him completely. He has seen many sights, but none would compare to this. He watches as she comes apart from him, body shaking with the force of pleasure racking her, searing it into his brain, storing it permanently. The sight was addicting, and was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He continues to stoke the fire, helping her ride it out. A strong hand holds her up. Easing out of her, he pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking greedily.

He soothes a hand down her back, lovingly stroking, helping her back to reality. Bending down, soft kisses litter her body, basking her in the love he feels for her. He brushes his lips by her ear, "Don't doubt your place in my life. You are my most special person." With the height of emotions dying down, Neteyam comes to terms with the double standard. Not too long ago the situation was reversed, and never once did Kani ever reprimanded him. She understood the depth of his emotions, and allowed him to respond in the way he saw fit when he felt threatened by another male, human or not. It wasn't fair for him to dictate the way she chose to deal with a female that stepped out of turn. The urge to make her his returns tenfold, and he knew that solidifying the bond between them would ease the need to fight off what their subconscious mind's perceive as competition.

He showers her with praise, taking his time redressing her. He spins her around to face him, strong arms holding her tight, "I am sorry. You never said anything when I acted out, and I shouldn't have acted like that."

Kani melted, allowing herself to soak up the love and apologies from him.

"Let's get you cleaned up, the night is still young."

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Making way back through the crowd, a sharp pain splits down her face. Smoothing it out with her free hand, Kani rubs hard in hopes of making it go away. Following the strong back in front of her, Neteyam guides the two through the crowd making way to his parents. The couple is settled at the top of a moung, giving them plenty of ability to watch the festivities play out. The lateness of the night means that all of the occupants have paid their respects, conversations already had, letting the bask in each other alone. Spotting their eldest making way, they untangle from each other. Jake greets both openly, smiles warmly at them. Neytiri is more guarded with her welcome.

Taking in the couple in front of her, Neytiri ponders. She was not clueless about the union, her son had already stated his intentions to both her and his father. It had been many years since Neteyam had been allowed to take a mate but year after year, he chose to stay alone. It felt as if he would never choose, almost leaving the responsibility to her and Jake. Almost to the point of intervention, the foreigners arrived.

Neytiri knew that she made her displeasure of their presence very well known, only greeting out of respect while trying to keep distance. She watched with careful eyes as they integrated into her clan, and with surprise, she had been nothing but impressed. They were all respectful, diligent in their tasks only to finish and ask for more. They were one of the first to rise, and the last to return to their tent. She never heard a complaint, they adapted to their way of life and stayed respectful the entire way through. And it seemed she was not the only one, judging the look on her eldest face. The look is so familiar that it almost makes her chest ache, she sees the same look everyday from his father. Kani and her family came to them only with the wish to help assist, with matters that weren't their fault. She knew both of her sons were smitten with the clan, and after proving themselves time and time again, she wasn't going to get in the way of that. A smile takes over her face, looking with adoration at the young couple. Jake and Neteyam were engaged in conversation, both women content basking in comfort of their significant other.

Kani tried to be present, tried to pay attention, but sharp pains that started in her head traveled all over.  Teeth clenched hard in the attempt to mask the pain, the seconds ticked by as the conversation continued. Eyes fluttered closed in what she hoped looked fatigue, she lays her head on Neteyam's shoulder, his hand smoothing circles on her lower back. Nausea builds up from the pain,  making her alternate between holding her breath only to breathing in deeply. Hearing the conversation coming to a close, she opens her eyes.

Neteyam is the first to stand, hand clasped around hers to help her up. Nodding to his parents, eyes lock onto theirs as she stands, only to promptly roll into the back of her head, only the whites of her eyes showing. Her body locks up, blood streams out of her nose. Falling to her knees, a pair of hands catches her shoulders to prevent her from falling face first. Her body becomes boneless, slumping over in time for the entire world to go black.

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[airasilver]

The CW's Supernatural proved to overstay its welcome on the network, stretching itself out to be far longer than what was necessary. The once-horror show lost its luster after Season 5 and proved that even with a popular following, there wasn't enough strength given to support its long legs. The show was originally supposed to conclude with its fifth season, and honestly, it should have. Supernatural Season 5 gave Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) Winchester fitting final bows that reflected an ending that was more honest to each of their characters. It told each of their stories concisely without having the need to reach for ways to see them go on their next adventure. Supernatural achieved its initial goal by completing story arcs, and wrapping the first handful of seasons up with a climatic battle felt like the most memorable way to send the series off. The series continuing to move past season 5 made it more evident that perhaps less is more regarding its constant renewal status. The canonical ending of Supernatural, and the seasons leading up to the show's ultimate demise, make evident that The CW should have agreed to end the show earlier on. There was a plan in place for how Supernatural initially wanted to unfold, and it was foolish for the network to ask for more.

Supernatural first aired in 2005 and quickly became an iconic series on The CW. The intense following allowed the show's presence to flourish on social media platforms and continue to become more prominent in the public eye. Supernatural became inescapable, yet despite how obsessed and dedicated the fan base became, doomed itself by staying around for far too long. The horror-drama followed the monster-hunting Winchester brothers across the United States, chasing down theological figures, cryptics, and other legendary creatures. It leaned heavily into themes of Catholicism and pulled its plot points directly from Biblical stories, re-imagining each for the modern day. Unfortunately, Supernatural could only stay self-engaged for so long, and the early signs of the show losing sight of its future began to show following Season 5. Once things moved past that fifth season, it became obvious that Supernatural should have stopped while it was ahead.

'Supernatural' Was Originally Supposed To End With Season 5

Jensen Ackles with Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Jared Padalecki in SupernaturalImage via The CW

The Supernatural showrunning team originally didn't plan for their show to carry on past a fifth season, and their initial plan was to bring the series to a close by the end of its fifth season. Swan Song wanted to be the definitive end of Supernatural, and honestly, it should have been. It was designed to satisfy Supernatural's core storyline and keep the Apocalypse from being too large for the series to handle. Later seasons proved that Supernatural bit off more than it could chew. Ackles and Padalecki had contractually obliged themselves to a six-season run, and The CW permitted Supernatural to return due to how high ratings continued to be. "Swan Song" was literally supposed to be the swan song of the show as a whole. Even if there was one more season that had yet to be honored, there wasn't really a written agreement that kept cast and crew bound to the series past a sixth season. Six seasons of Supernatural was more than enough, though The CW should have honored that five-part plan.

Dean's arc was supposed to be finalized by the time the fifth season took its final bow. The transition of how his loyalties took new shape over the course of the show's first five-part installment gave Ackles' gruff monster hunter a larger purpose than just following in his father's footsteps. Having Dean take on an identity crisis was detrimental to his character development, and allowing him to become his own person by the end of Supernatural Season 5 was a suitable note to dismiss the series. That meaningful journey of self-discovery was essential to exploring Dean's full potential and gratifying his narrative without needing to be excessive. "Swan Song" successfully caps off the battle between Earth and Heaven.

Season 5 of Supernatural delivered a strong, confident ending to the show, just as the showrunners once intended there to be. The fifth season cleanly wrapped up everything the show had accomplished so far, and was crafted to touch on making sure each narrative was given its own resolution. The scope of the Winchester family was fleshed out to give their dysfunction depth and meaning. This unconventional, uncomfortable take on a family unit was reflected by the show's religion-inspired subplots, and the parallels were designed to stretch across five seasons. Sam's arc in particular was a carefully measured approach to the struggles he'd face, and purposefully knows how it wants to pace itself throughout a five-part arc. The impact of how Sam's life is changed over a handful of seasons is crushed beneath the weight of a show that's become too bloated for its own good and diminishes the care that was put into his personal storyline. Sam sacrifices the dream of a normal, domestic life in order to seek out his own revenge over the course of a long-term series. By the time Season 15 rolled around, it felt like his choice to invest in the "family business" of saving people and hunting things over pursuing a life of his own was a mistake.

The CW Opted For Quantity Over Quality

Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles in Supernatural Image via The CW

Supernatural didn't need to venture out past five seasons. Just because Supernatural creator Eric Kripke could go on to pursue an additional 10 seasons didn't mean they had to. Supernatural ventured deeper into its long-winded catalog while logging over 300 episodes into its total count. Things started to thin out once Season 6 rolled around and Supernatural started to face a decline in quality. The plot lines began to break under the weight of expectation, and the central narrative was running out of ideas when it came down to originality vs. redundancy. A dead end was hit fairly quickly, and the success of the initial five-season run slowly yet surely started to crumble. The quality of shows aired on The CW remains questionable, with series like Riverdale or abandoned projects such as The Powerpuff Girls presenting themselves with more shock value when dissecting how the network approached them. Supernatural fell victim to CW-ification and remained to be at its best when it was a horror show. In later seasons, the show took itself less seriously as a whole, fell out of touch with its horror roots, and had an almost fan-fiction feel when exploring later chapters of its self-propagated saga.

If Supernatural had stuck to limiting itself when parsing itself down to a shorter televised run, it could have avoided exhausting itself altogether. Supernatural suffered from being uninspired in its later seasons, and struggled to introduce compelling, new, and fresh aspects of the show. Not every season of Supernatural was perfect, and that redundancy began to kill the spirit of the earlier seasons. It began to play as a contractual obligation when The CW ordered more of Supernatural, and the show's actual ending was deemed to be incredibly divisive. There were no more "monsters of the week," and Supernatural's ongoing need to be relevant cost the show its reputation.

From one point of view, it could be said that Supernatural felt like a chore to finish, and the lack of a clear plan for where the series wanted to take itself next spoke for its desire for quantity over quality. Characters started to feel dry and inorganic while running out of things to do on screen, and it became challenging to invest in them past a certain point. Supernatural didn't have to be so long to insist that it was still good. Short-form storytelling in television, like the show's first idea of sticking to five seasons, can remain to be incredibly impactful when crafted to the best of its ability. The first five seasons of Supernatural were all the show really needed to be successful as a whole, and it should have ended there.

[mournersrp]

here are our basic site rules ! requirements regarding the application process, character creation and registration will be released with our app form and applications information.

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First and foremost, we feel it's important to state upfront that we aim to foster an inclusive and inviting atmosphere. While the staff doesn't wish to get involved in member disputes and expects, for the most part, that an adult site can moderate their own behavior, we will not tolerate discrimination, doxxing, bullying, etc. You will be banned for any of those to keep this environment a safe space for its writers.

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[hjemve]

Hello, my name is Emory! I’m 25+, Canadian, use they/he, & have been RPing on tumblr since est. 2012. This is a highly selective, low-activity roleplay blog for my original character, "The Vagrant". An exorcist wanderer with mysterious, otherworldly powers. Set in medieval fantasy. Ex-villain. Follows from @bcneheaded. Heavily Dark & Religious themes will be present. Please read the info and rules page before following! (This blog uses the beta post editor!)

HELPFUL LINKS:

✦ Prologue. ✦ Memes ✦ Opens ✦ Interest Tracker ✦ pinterest board

OTHER BLOGS YOU MAY KNOW ME FROM

✧ @polyphagist / @boarish / @aeipcthy / @ccnfessional

✧ mobile friendly rules + muse info under the cut ✧

RULES:

➤ Well hey! My name is Emory; I’m 28 (they or he please!). Thanks for coming to read this! I’ll try to keep it as brief as I can. This is a highly selective, low-activity blog for an OC of mine. Created, developed and loved by me! :) Please note that interactions with this character will ALWAYS take place in some kind of past or fantasy world unless discussed otherwise beforehand.

➤ When sending memes/asks/liking for a starter, please try to specify a muse that you're interacting with if you're a multi-muse blog, otherwise you may be ignored, or I may prioritize others before you

➤ I work a full-time job, and often struggle with my mental health, as well as deal with chronic pain – I may take a long time to respond both ooc and ic because of this; I apologize in advance. It’s not because I don’t want to write or talk with you, I promise! I’m also quite forgetful, so don’t be afraid to nudge me if I haven’t gotten back to you in a few days time; but on the same breath, please don’t hound me for responses.

➤ This blog is Mutuals-Only. Plotting and dms are reserved for mutuals only (ie. if you follow this blog and in turn are followed by @/bcneheaded), but ask memes and open starters (unless tagged “mutuals only”) are open to anyone. Mutuals will be prioritized though.

➤ I’m not follow for follow, so that means I only follow those that I’m interested in writing with! I also read everyone’s rules and character information before following/interacting, and expect the same from others. I won’t follow those without a rules page or a finished (or mostly at least) character info page; I like to know who I’m writing with! I also follow from @bcneheaded as that is the main blog this one is attached to. If I follow you there, it's safe to assume I'm interested in interacting here as well!

➤ Triggers will be tagged as trigger tw. Things I need you to tag for me are ped*philia, and emetophobia (irrational fear of v*mit** For me, in example… Saying you threw up is OK, but do not discuss or describe it any further than that please. Thank you.] ) If you deliberately ignore or frequently forget this rule, you will be blocked and anything we have will be dropped.

➤ Quality over quantity! But of course, please don’t give me a sentence in return for a couple paragraphs. On a similar note, I have the tendency to ramble. So please don’t feel the need to match my length if I’ve gone off and made the thread quite long. I’ll be happy with just about anything you give in return!

➤ Ships will be based on chemistry, and are possible here. Though given the nature of the muse, it may be a very long game, or a difficult thing to initiate. Discussion for pre-established relationships of any sort are super welcome and encouraged.

➤ I love continuing ask memes as threads and I definitely encourage you to do so if you’d like to (though it’s not necessary!) as it’s a great way to break the ice and start something in general. If you do though, I only ask that you do so on a new text post, @ my username, and possibly put it in the tags as well. I’ll like the post to let you know I’ve seen it, so if I don’t, don’t be afraid to ask to see if I have or not; we all know tumblr’s a little (a lot) funky, so I may have missed it!

➤ I don’t do drama, so please don’t involve me in it. Any passive aggressive or hateful asks or messages will be ignored and whoever it is sending it will be blocked. The anonymous feature is a privilege, please don’t abuse it.

➤ NSFW content of sexual nature might appear on this blog, but probably not often as I don’t often participate in those kinds of threads/they don't last long if I do. But if I do, it will be tagged as “ ( nsft ) ” and will only be done with people I’m close with or have discussed it with beforehand. NSFW themes may be more likely to appear in terms of DARK themes, as this muse is horror based. (depictions and mention of torture, existentialism, death, abuse, demonic imagery, religious themes etc will all appear here.) But these will be tagged as such. The catchall tag will be “ ( horror tw ) ”

~ These rules subject to change over time, but if/when they do I’ll be sure to make a post about it to let ya know! Thank you for your time; it’s appreciated!

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General Information:

- Name/Aliases: "The Vagrant". "Crow Caller", "Wanderer" - Age: 30-40 - Family: None - Place of Birth: The Kingdom of Amaran - Gender: Cis Male - Current residence: Thread dependent. Everywhere. - Personality/Attitude: Melancholy, quiet, impatient, violent, reckless, secretive, cold, sarcastic, wrathful; generous, determined, calm, loyal, diligent, dauntless, resourceful, empathetic, witty. - Abilities/Talents: >*Exorcism (the ability to weaken, expel dark entities from a person, place, or thing, and send it back to where it came from). > Annihilation (the ability to completely destroy dark entities.). > Puppeteer (ability to control darkness and/or dark entities.), > Necromancy (the ability to raise corpses or call upon spirits.), >***Demon's Essence (he is the product of a disaster that merged his human soul with the essence of a demonic lord; he has almost all of it's abilities. He just needs to discover and hone them, or eventually be consumed by it. Because he is spliced with a powerful demon, lesser dark entities may be forced to obey him if he wills or commands it.) , > "Crow caller" (can summon and command any number of crows. Act as a hive minded entity if more than one is summoned & have otherworldly abilities. They behave like normal animals.) >*Enhanced senses (has the ability to detect life signs, see in the dark, & has overall enhanced senses, mostly but not exclusively in the portions of his body that have already been consumed by the demonic essence). >**Human Soul (because he still possesses his humanity and soul, he is largely unaffected by holy items [such as crosses, holy water, etc] prayers or holy phrases or passages [cannot be banished/exorcised], and can walk unharmed on consecrated grounds. Can also use Light/Holy based abilities due to the human portion of his soul, though at the cost of his stamina.), >"Leech" (has the ability to draw power from consuming the blood of other powerful creatures at no cost to himself), >Magical resistance (is resistant to most forms of magic, but is generally invulnerable to most forms of fire.) >*Immortal. (he has lost the ability to die of natural causes such as illness, poisons, and age, making him effectively immortal unless destroyed.) ++ more undiscovered / unlisted - Weaknesses: Using his own abilities worsens his condition (every time he draws purely from the powers from the demonic essence, it consumes his soul and body a little faster. Consuming demon/monster/etc blood for power slows the rate of decay slightly), Holy fire (the only fire, along with fire summoned by fae, with the ability to harm him), Has magical resistance, but isn't invulnerable, Weak against ice and electricity, It's very likely he'll eventually be consumed by the demonic essence if he cannot control it (or dies), and the demon he was spliced with will return to life (&likewise with all of the vagrant's abilities and knowledge) but in this realm instead of its own... it is crucial he does not die, lest the rest of the world end up like Amaran. - Fears: The demon essence, demonic gods/lords, the underworld (hell), his identity being discovered, loss of control, holy entities, ... deep water.- Hobbies/Interests: travelling, drinking, sex, meditating, training, reading any books he can get his hands on... not much else. - Religion/Beliefs: Faithless. Uncertain what to believe in anymore. - Sexual Preference: Pansexual. - Occupation: traveling exorcist / none / a vagrant

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Backstory:

(Prologue.**)

A traveling exorcist, of sorts. He was once a well-respected advisor to his monarch in a kingdom once known as Amaran. But that was before The Blackening... The evil that scorched the very brick and earth itself, tainting the soil permanently and taking the lives of all in the kingdom walls unfortunate enough to be trapped within, leaving nary a trace of what once was, save for an unmistakable aura of some since-passed, lingering darkness of what occurred in that unfortunate land. No one knows who he is for he wears a mask and never reveals his truth... His truth? He caused it. He was the villain that took the lives of his entire, beloved kingdom. All in the name of what was for the best... for the greater good of the kingdom. In the name of prevention of invading forces, in the name of paranoia and fear - well placed, but unnecessary and unwanted. He went against his kings wishes, arrogant enough to think he knew better, and he continued to dabble in magic of the hells and darkness, muddying his own soul in the process. The ritual he conducted in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand to the rivaling kingdom succeeded, but then... failed. The spell splintered, fractured and became corrupted and in the end... he wound up conjuring forces beyond his control, but because of the twisting of the dark magic, it instead took the souls of all within the kingdom's walls, sapped the life of all plants, people, animals, everything until it was naught but husks and dust and blackness, and his soul became entwined with the very being he sought to control and send to destroy his enemies. His human soul became warped, tainted, and broken in irreparable ways... and now he, the sole survivor and misguided villain of his story, wanders far from what he has done in search of some kind of purpose beyond his unforgivable deeds. The melding of his mortal spirit with the essence of that great demon he sought to summon caused catastrophic damage, and now he must live with it, unable to die by conventional means, and too afraid of what he will turn into if the power he holds on a taut leash becomes untethered from his corporeal body. In short? He is, again, a traveling exorcist now, with those extraordinary otherworldly powers, a monster hunter at times, and a vagrant... The Vagrant. He does not go by his own name and has abandoned all that he once was - unable to face his own truth, let alone the judgement of others. He hides himself in plain sight, nothing but a lone wanderer with a stoic, bitter attitude that never stays in one place too long.

[fedorasaurus]

Been getting back into fanfic writing after a couple years of barely churning out any WIPs. It feels good! A lot of my stories have been too raunchy to share on main, but for this one, here's some SFW Gunther x JC fluff.

It's a real short one, <1000 words.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53935072

Downtime

You know what they say: "it takes all kinds to make a world."

Jordan Shea had seen all sorts of folk enter the Underworld Tavern over the years. Mechs, however, were an unusual sight, especially ones decked out in as much hardware as the tank of a man who approached the bar that night. Arms, legs, and eyes all replaced with sturdy metal and cabling. A web of intricate wiring, likely the kind used to inhibit pain in soldiers who take on the more risky missions, was visible just beneath his skin. The whole top of his head was a metallic dome, probably bulletproof. Machinery like his wasn't cheap, nor was it necessary for the average civilian. Had to be a UNATCO agent, she thought, giving the big man a knowing nod. She too had been involved in an augmentation program, once upon a time. Now her mechanical arms were mostly used for her bartending duties--not to say she couldn't use her hardware in combat when belligerent patrons ignored her establishment's "no weapons" policy.

Underworld was known as a smoky, shady place, where people made legally questionable deals over games of pool and shots of liquor, but it was also known as a safe place, a place not to be fucked with. "Underworld" was a scary-sounding name, maybe, but it was fitting. All kinds of "sinners" from society were welcome here, free to be themselves, whoever they were, if only for a few hours.

Judging by the Mech's tough-guy stance and serious expression, she suspected he'd be ordering something strong tonight. Maybe a whiskey (or two). She was surprised, then, when all he asked for was a soda.

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"Orange," he specified.

"No problem, sir, that'll be ten credits."

He seemed delighted as she passed him the chilled can, as if orange soda was some kind of rare commodity that you couldn't get from literally any old vending machine.

Strange guy, Jordan thought with a smile as the Mech made his way to a booth in the back of the tavern. That's when she noticed that he'd come to Underworld with someone else.

The other man looked fairly average, but in a suspicious way. Like he was trying too hard to be incognito with his black sunglasses and long trench coat. She couldn't quite read his face or body language, either. Just, completely neutral. She'd seen the guy once before, now that she thought about it. He'd ordered a couple beers and asked about her augs, said he was "in the business." He was polite enough, and while Jordan wasn't exactly thrilled with UNATCO's tendency to "phase out" old Mechs in favor of agents with the newest, fanciest models of tech, she knew better than to pry about their latest "business."

She wondered if the agents were here on some sort of stakeout. Was her bar under government surveillance or something? If they were looking for intel, she'd be hard pressed to give up any juicy details. Nothing personal, of course. She had the same policy with those Midnight Sun tabloid journalists.

Jordan kept an eye on the two agents while she worked her shift. They sat close to each other, talking softly, and she'd never been good at reading lips, so who knows what they were plotting back there. Had to be important, though, the way they were leaning in at such an intimate proximity, faces almost touching. The big Mech smiled a few times, and overall seemed pretty relaxed, so Jordan chalked it up to just a couple of off-duty cops who, like lots of folks in this city, were coming to Underworld to get away from it all for a few hours. And she knew, there was a hell of a lot to get away from these days.

She quit focussing on the men for a little while, going on with her job mixing drinks and chatting with the regulars, until the other guy--the suspiciously average one, approached the bar.

"Evening, ma'am," he said flatly.

"Evening, officer. What can I get for ya?"

"I'll have a whiskey and a candy bar, please."

Jordan smiled with amusement as she turned to pour the glass. She'd have thought him to be strictly a beer guy, but it seemed the night was full of surprises.

The agent returned to his booth and resumed his private conversation with the big Mech, this time splitting the Choco-lent-Dream with him as well. Jordan couldn't help but notice that their hands lingered for a while over the crumpled candy wrapper afterwards, their fingertips ever so loosely entwined. And, surely, it wasn't just the whiskey that was bringing a certain blush to their cheeks.

Ah, I get it now, Jordan thought, her smile broadening to a full grin.

They really were just a couple of cops trying to get away from it all for a few hours. After all, it was hard to find a place in this city--in 2052 in general, for that matter--to just sit down in peace and have a few drinks with a lover.

Jordan was happy that the Underworld could be that place for them.