#benevolent beasts

[hecatesdelights]

The Qilin, a benevolent creature from Ancient Chinese mythology, was seen as a symbol of goodwill, gentleness, and integrity.

Comprising features of various creatures, it was so kind-hearted that it wouldn't harm even the smallest blade of grass or insect. Legend has it that a sighting of the Qilin was considered extremely auspicious, often coinciding with the birth or passing of a wise sage or emperor.

Notably, both the birth and death of Confucius were said to have been accompanied by the appearance of this mystical beast.

The Qilin is part of The Four Benevolent Beasts, a common theme in Chinese mythology and various Southeast Asian cultures. The Four Benevolent Beasts are usually said to be the Dragon, the qilin, the turtle, and the phoenix.

[evigheden-ending]

Reversed jams au.

Both Shadow Milk and Benevolent Vanilla annoy their counterparts in their own way.

Light Milk Looks pretty close to the pre corrupted Shadow milk am I right or am I right :D

The staff is the same (kinda)

[s1lly-astronaut]

I been thinking, after the maze, when Felix was confronted with more emotions that he could handle in a day, and Oliver tries to murder him in an act of despair, he discover a true nature that was sleeping inside him, in the worst way possible.

Felix with his mouth covered in blood, he just look at his victim horrified, the dead body torn open, as if some wild animal had attacked them, with the luscious entrails spilled everywhere, he didn't want to, he was just so hungry, he couldn't stop, is not his fault, if they weren't be there, it wasn't hus fault, it wasn't his fault, he is not a monster.

And Oliver, he stares at Felix and at the body with some sort of fascination in his eyes, even covered in blood, even after being the most savage beast Oliver's human eyes could ever see, Felix manage to found a way to look absolutely beautiful.

Oliver goes to Felix, ignoring the body at his feet, he falls on his knees and takes Felix's face into his little hands, tears falling from those beautiful brown eyes.

"I'msorryi'msorryi'msorry" he repeats, thinking that if he repeated it enough, maybe he could undo what he did, Oliver smiled fondly and joined his lips with Felix's in a tender kiss.

His god shouldn't be apologizing for his own bestially, at Oliver's eyes, Felix could do everything he wants and more.

"I love you" Oliver says between kisses "I love you so much"

[times-of-drought]

Storyteller Saturday! Give us the lay of the land in Drought Times: what sort of continents and countries are there? Does the story take place in one country or do characters journey through them? Does the drought make a desert? What sort of biomes are in this world? Give us a geography lesson!!!!

ohh!! well, the thing is, the "main" story is set in more of a sci-fi setting, which means PLANETSSS. (Well, there is also the world from which Nobody comes, which is more early-modern period themed sksk)

There is the Grand Station on which Host used to live. A station in vibes of O'Neill cylinder I think, but with power of "this is scifi not a physics dissertation" actually feasible and working as intended.

There is a rocky, abandoned millenia ago, planet, on which Host found the spores while leading an archaeological excavation (her side-hobby uwu)

There is the planet on which Shattered resides. It used to be a colony planet, more specifically a corpo-town of Host's corporation, holding a lot of research facilities, some factories and settlements of local workers. After Host was infected with Nameless' fungi, she called for eradication of the planet's residents, specifically scientists and test subjects (she was researching immortality there and that would foil her plan of humanity going extinct). Shattered survived, of course, but when they left the facility the planet was almost destroyed. They worked on it for yearssss, restoring it to it's former glory.

The story mostly takes place in multiple planets, colonies, stations etc, with characters travelling freely. The Nobody's whole thing is being a wanderer, even if he doesn't remember what he is looking for.

The drought, as a name, refers more to the presence of the Void in the worlds, so while it doesnt create a literal desert, it sure does make the universe a methaphorical desert. There is no Void influence or power available beside the walking beacon of the Avatar, basically sksk.

[mars-ipan]

night time anon: yes, you are a night terror and it is distressing me in my daily life. please let me go to bed.

next time it happens please envision marzi gingerly pressing a kiss to ur little forehead and tucking you into bed so sweetly. i am pro sleep please sleep well

[randomnameless]

back to fodlan, do you have any thoughts about everyone reacting negatively or lack of reaction with the immaculate one's form?

"in this game, canon is whatever you want it to be"

- Redshit, 2022

It's completely bonkers because Rhea isn't really subtle, we have Macuil on the KoS's sigil, a dragon (herself? Cichol?) on the CoS's sigil, she has herself some small figurines of dragons on her chimney, and the tenets and even those "beginning of the chapter" art + captions explain how the IO is a dragon, has "mighty wings" and helps people randomly!

A friend even noted how Seiros is called, in the scriptures, the Goddess's child :

As the goddess's child, Seiros makes emperors of mortals

Coupled with Lake Teutates's temple and how the one in Sreng is said to be there for people to "venerate a sacred beast", apparition of a Nabatean, in their bestial form, shouldn't be like, normal, but it's more like "wow it's the dragon from the legend" than "eww lizard" or "eww cruel monster" or even some fan coined "there was no word in Fodlan to describe this monstruosity"

People joked about early after the game's release, but when Rhea turns into the IO in CF, it's as if Pope Francis becomes an archangel - it isn't supposed to be monstruous, (unless we're talking about the angel looking like eldritch creatures and even then) but something that exists in legends, something everyone heard of.

Ultimately, the DLC book where some schmuck wonders how Relics works nearly name drops Nabateans, wondering something about the "Children of the Goddess" so with all those clues around, yep, while not being as common as a winged horse, Nabateans and their bestial forms are heard of in Fodlan, and not seen as "creatures" or "evil beasts" or whatever, if the CoS really has the influence some people argue it has, Nabateans in their alternate forms are "sacred beasts", not monsters.

Leonie being a country bumpkin might not know about it and react "wow a magic beast!", but Claude who became the Leader of the Alliance and apparently researches a lot, made a link between Birdie and the IO, even if was a bit surprised at the talking Birdie.

Bernie, the heir of the Minister of Religion, calling the Immaculate One - a figure and legend in the Seiros religion - a scary creature or thinking it's a monster, thought, is complete bollocks.

Nopes imo put the final nail in the coffin with the Mittelfrank script - about that human being lost in a forest, running away from a giant monster with a horn that looks like a giant unicorn, meeting a random weirdo in a forest, falling in love and most likely discovering the monster and the human are one and the same - if Adrestians can write stories or even have legends about humans shagging shapeshifters, then why the eff are Adrestian nobles (our peeps from CF) so afraid and outright rejecting Rhea's IO form, calling it something monstruous or vile or whatever?

Like, the second Supreme Leader uses Rhea's form to call her a vile and inhuman beast that needs to be put off, any random Adrestian would press X to doubt, because she's the IO, the legendary being who protected Fodlan :

"But she looks like a Monster!!! And has scales! And isn't human!!"

"Why, haven't you seen the readaptation of Liora in the mist, played by the Mittelfrank company last summer in Enbarr? I heard it was a hit, hell, Dorothea played the role of Liora!"

"But she is.not.human!"

"Well duh, Saint Seiros herself descended from the Goddess, of course she wasn't human. Just like your family, you aren't humans either since you descend from Saint Seiros, right?"

"Hubert, prepare the information campaign, those poor people need to be educated and see the truth about how they were lied to for too many years."

-

Granted, if CF really went through this route, we would have to see information campaigns about how Seiros rewrote history to make people believe she wasn't a cruel being who had regard for human life because of her race, thus all those stories people are using are lies ; she pretends her people aren't inherently wrong!

(but that might fly a bit too close to irl stuff even for KT)

[calamitydaze]

i didnt expect the shift with mr beast to happen for another like 5 years tbh, idk why, i kind of thought it would come from an old disgruntled employee, but this gradual disillusionment is probably better for actually discussing issues, rather than a twitter bloodbath i guess

forever glad the dteam decided to stick with florida tbh

me too, on both counts! he seemed on top of the world (and really he still is, a few 100k tweets won’t change his view numbers) so him falling out of favor wasn’t on my radar for a good while yet. i don’t think he’s going anywhere anytime soon, and twitter discourse probably isn’t going to make a meaningful effect in how he presents himself. but if it pushes back against the general mr-beast-ification of youtube that’s been happening then i think it’s worthwhile :P

[tits-n-trix]

It's obviously not lost on most of us that Mr Beast is actively constructing the torment nexus his own version of Squid Game, but this excerpt in particular really drove it home

hey mrbeast what the fuck

link to NYT article

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Werewolf Headcanons

I've been stalked by the guilty feeling that my Romanian Werewolf boy got a lot of backstory but not much romance or interaction. So there you have it: some headcanons featuring the ancient Beast, a post-kidnapping sequel.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, monster romance, mild NSFW at the end, ridiculously older yandere

You followed the gargantuan stranger back into the city, leaving the bloodbath behind as if it was just a distant dream. Admittedly, you’d expected to be dragged into some mountainous cave or an abandoned mansion, not the cozy - albeit a little dusty - apartment on a main, historical street. On second thought, he did function as a human outside of his monstrous escapades, so it made sense. “Is this your place?”, you sheepishly asked while he wiped the thick layers of blood off him. “One of them, yes”, he answered curtly. “It’s central”, you remarked, trying to make conversation. “Well, I didn’t know about it back then. It’s been a few decades.”

Your ears perked up at the words. Gazing at his features, he didn’t seem necessarily aged to you. The deep creases contouring his face felt more like a sign that he’s lived sorrows beyond most people’s comprehension. “How old are you?” You finally asked as curiosity replaced your initial fear. He abruptly stopped his movements and leaned back, brows furrowed in deep contemplation. “I’m not so sure anymore. I was born in the 80s”, he concluded. “That’s not too far back, is it?” You inquired, this time more relaxed. “80 BC, I meant. You do the math.”

He freshened himself up as you counted the millennia on your fingers, frowning in confusion. He chuckled at your intense focus, then quickly looked up into the mirror. When was the last time he smiled like this? The reflection was a foreign sight to him. “We’ll get you everything you need tomorrow”, he continued, still in a daze. What a strange idea, having someone to speak to after an eternity. And suddenly, it occurred to him just how rusted his communication had gotten: “I’m so sorry, I haven’t asked for your name once”, he said, embarrassed. “It’s (Y/N). And you are...?" Might as well introduce yourself to your benevolent captor.

The dreaded question. How did they call him back in the day? He hasn't had anyone spell it out for him, nor did he feel the need at any point to say it himself. Why would he? He hadn't anticipated meeting you. With pursed lips, he searched his mind. Eventually, from the depths or memories, from days of yore, it made its way back: "Daos."

Given your first gory encounter (where he quite literally murdered everyone else), you were surprised to find out he's otherwise a calm and polite individual. Well, he's had centuries to mature, you suppose. You've also noticed he has that rather old-fashioned chivalry to him. He's very attentive despite his stoic demeanor, and often follows with acts of service.

"You're insulting me. I can carry this myself with ease", you'll argue. "I never doubted you can. Nonetheless, it is my wish to do it for you."

As the days pass, your reluctance seems to vanish as well. In fact, you've become particularly cheeky, encouraged by his warm, unperturbed behavior. Maybe you haven't gotten the worst deal out there, after all.

"You know, you talk like an old man", you've teased him once. He was visibly taken aback by your statement, and you could discern a faint blush on his face. "Do I? My apologies, I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. I'm not familiar with modern speech. Have I embarrassed you somehow?"

He spends his free time reading, though he will frequently take you on walks. It's an interesting affair to say the least. You can feel the curious eyes of the passersby and hear their not-so-discreet whispered gossip. You can't truly blame them: Daos is enormous even as a human. He towers above everyone else with his imposing appearance. To match, his voice is deep and coarse as a result of not using it much until recently.

The ancient werewolf is a living history book. If asked, he will narrate to you important events or details you might be curious about regarding his culture. Once, when he'd been in a good mood, he even shared fragments of his life before turning into a creature. He'd been a high-ranked Dacian warrior, spending his days training or fighting. He still remembers the flag he carried with bitter fondness, yet another irony to his fate: a wolf-headed serpent. It was meant to showcase their way of life; barbarians with no fear of death. They'd greeted the Roman Empire with nothing but a sword and a shield, no shred of doubt.

He might've been betrayed by his people, but the pride remains. The pride of a soldier who's never known defeat. You learned quickly that his beastly form doesn't count as a significant change by any means, save for appearances. The man has brute strength even as a human. You'd once strayed from his view, and a stranger approached with a daring whistle, gawking you up and down. Before you could react, Daos clawed him by the throat. You heard the twist of the skin and the creak of the bones giving in to the immense pressure of his large hand.

"It's the second time I have exposed you to such unpleasant sights", he said, discarding the body as if it was any other garbage. "Forgive me, but I will not have you disrespected like this."

He is very much aware he's taken you away from the world out of his own selfish desire. The fact that you accepted it is more than he could ever ask for. That's what he keeps telling himself, even as his eyes wander to your lips whenever you speak. Or as his hand lingers a moment too long against the curve of your back. Or as he hungrily takes in your scent whenever you're nearby.

He might be unhealthily possessive of you, but Daos will never do anything against your will. No matter how obvious his urges are. In fact, no amount of flirting or teasing will shake his resolve. You will have to be very direct with your approval.

Once the reality settles in, he'll become extremely affectionate, bordering on obsessive. To think he could have you in every way possible. Oh, he's waited thousands of years for you. All the suffering, the loneliness, the anger, they're stripped of any meaning now that he has you.

The city strolls at an awkward distance have since become a habitual excuse to hold your hand and show you off to the mortals. The quiet evenings of passing time with a book now include your merely noticeable weight cuddled into his lap. You didn't expect him to be this adoring. Being touch-starved for millennia counts as one reason, naturally, but there's more to it, so much more. And it all leads back to you.

He is a little taken aback when you ask him to do the deed in his werewolf form. "Don't be foolish. I can't overcome my instincts as well when I'm a creature. I could harm you", he'll lecture you. "Besides, you can barely take it as it currently is", he'll add, smirking at your baffled expression. It seems he's picked up on your cheekiness.

After a lot of pleading and waiting for the right moment - when he's ravaging you in a daze - he finally agrees. True to his word, his tune instantly changes. The tender hold turns into a desperate grasp sinking into your skin, and the thrusts become irregular, almost frantic. His drool cools your burning cheeks as you hold onto the coarse fur, feverish and overwhelmed.

His golden eyes rest on the small human squirming underneath him, and suddenly, he can't help but notice: you have the perfect birthing hips.

[yanderenightmare]

FEM x M INSERT masterlist

Fem reader x male insert

Yandere and other Kidnapping Tales ~

Yandere kidnapper takes your virginty:

♡ VIRGINITY

Yandere captor has too much libido:

♡ REMINDER

Thirsty thoughts on big yanderes x tiny darlings:

♡ GENTLE GIANT

Yandere kidnapper softly nonconning darling:

♡ soft noncon

Yanderes who keep you high as a kite:

♡ HIGH AS A KITE

Yandere captor using you as his pretty rope-bunny:

♡ ROPE-BUNNY

Yanderes who's obsessed with breeding:

♡ FORCED BREEDING

Spending Valentine's Day with your incel kidnapper:

♡ HAPPY VALENTINES

Yandere kidnapper is a sexual sadist:

♡ RIBBED CONDOMS

Yandere captor staking claim to all your holes:

♡ STUFFED

Misogynist boyfriend keeps you captive:

♡ A SHITTY MOVIE

Strange Yandere keeps you locked inside his playroom:

♡ THE PLAYROOM

Your sweet boyfriend shows his true colors:

♡ TRUE COLORS

Your rich boyfriend buys you everything:

♡ PROPERTY

Poly yanderes with captive reader in apocolypse au:

♡ THE BUNKER

Witnessing your own mental state descend into Stockholm Syndrome:

♡ GONE MAD

Your trip-sitter isn't as trustworthy as you think:

♡ TRIP-SITTER

Awful nasty incel:

♡ drabble

Boyfriends and Husbands~

Simpy boyfriend is unabashedly obsessed with your ass:

♡ ASS

Boyfriend is embarrassed:

♡ POST NUT CLARITY

Sweet boyfriend won't stop talking about anal:

♡ SECOND VIRGINITY

Snugglebug boyfriends who're just so clingy and hopeless:

♡ VIRGINAL

Your toxic boyfriend is a little old-fashioned-minded:

♡ BENEVOLENT SEXIST

Breaking up with you bad boyfriend:

♡ BAD BREAKUP

Condescending boyfriend:

♡ HOPELESS

Businessman x trophy wife:

♡ TASTE OF MONEY

Reformed bully boyfriend wants to roleplay the past:

♡ REFRAMING TRAUMA

You break up with your sorry-ass gamer boyfriend. He does not take it well:

♡ GAMER-RAGE

Rich husband owns everything you have:

♡ BARBIE

Incest and Pesudo-incest ~

Step-bro creeps on you:

♡ CREEP STEP-BRO

Step-daddy puts you in your place:

♡ TRAINING

Omegaverse and other Hybrid Tales ~

Pet collector buys bunny reader:

♡ BOUGHT & SOLD ♡ THE OTHER PETS

Beast boyfriend x human reader:

♡ INSTINCTS

Poly wolfboys x bunny reader:

♡ BUNNYHOLES ♡ GROOMING

You were certain you were an Alpha, but as it turns out...

♡ TWIST OF FATE

Hybrid bear yandere takes bunny darling captive:

♡ BUNNIES MAKE THE BEST SLUTS

You're sent to an omega institution for behavioral correcting:

♡ THE OMEGA INSTITUTION

Patronizing soft dom Alpha:

♡ OVERWHELMED

Behemoth dominant Omega x tiny Alpha reader:

♡ UNNATURAL ♡ part two

Alpha is dogshit at courting Omega reader:

♡ SWEATER WEATHER

Sword and Sorcery ~

Massive warrior claims you as his war prize:

♡ WAR PRIZE

Orc master loves making a cum-slut out of his pretty elf slave:

♡ ORC x ELF ♡ ORC x ELF

You become the spoiled prince's personal maid:

♡ FARM ANIMAL

Elf reader captured and gangbanged by orcs:

♡ THE PILLORY ♡ PART TWO

Cruel Emperor makes a harem out of all his bastard sons and daughters:

♡ HALFBLOODS

Set in medieval times, you get punished by the parish priest for gossiping:

♡ BRANK'S BRIDLE

Bullies and other College Tales ~

You let your bully fuck you in exchange for him leaving you alone:

♡ WORSE OFF

Your childhood bully tracks you down:

♡ APOLOGETIC BULLY only avaliable on AO3 ♡ PART TWO

When the playboy finally falls in love:

♡ PLAYBOY

Your strict teacher fucks your throat raw in detention:

♡ DETENTION

You're a popular airhead, and he's your loser tutor:

♡ BLIND TRUST

Teacher teaches you a hard lesson:

♡ HARD LESSON

Pretty reader x virgin loser boy:

♡ VIRGIN BOY

Boss-man and other Office Tales ~

Boss uses his assistant whenever he wants and however he wants:

♡ BOSS

The old-fashioned boss with intern reader:

♡ NEW INTERN

Colleague crushing on reader in office au:

♡ CUT TO THE CHASE

Loser colleague crushes on mean girl reader:

♡ ERRAND BOY

Miscellaneous ~

Reader owes the mob:

♡ PROPERTY

You're not cheap, but you're worth it:

♡ FAVORITE WHORE

You're not really a model, but the brash photographer doesn't care:

♡ PHOTOGRAPHER ♡ PART TWO

♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[hecatesdelights]

The Qilin was seen as a symbol of good fortune, kindness, and goodness. One of the "Four Benevolent Beasts" of Chinese mythology, it was so kind that it did not harm any blade of grass or insect. It was extremely rare for one to appear, but also extremely auspicious. It was said a Qilin appeared at the births of both Confucius and the Buddha.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

This might be a little freak but zoro and law (you can throw Luffy in there but I wasn't sure) with a bondage kink please?

okay, okay, okay. first, nothing is too freaky in this household. second, YEAS! OMG GREAT IDEA. third of all, i'm gonna throw everyone in for the sake of it.

✿thinkin' bout: luffy, zoro, sanji, ace n' law! vs. tied up, oh no!

NOT PROOFREAD. JUST OMGGG I LOVE THESE MEN. cw: nsfw includes: bondage [obviously], a lot of overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, masturbation, using of toys, edging and denial, slight knife-kink [in law's], semi-public and slight voyeurism [in sanji's], loads of bondage, again [obviously.] MDNI. GO STUDY, GIRL. m.list

🍒monkey d. luffy: untamed beast!

❤️okay see, first of all, it was your fault you ever suggested this arrangement.

you were the fool that said, "hey, luff wanna try something new?" with that sadistic glint in your eyes; a fool that didn't yet know what was to come.

now, that something 'new' was you tied onto your bed. your arms burned at the slight stretch, throat parched and straining with breathy moans, toes involuntarily clenching as you tried to wriggle your way out of this overstimulated mess. because monkey d. luffy was relentless seeing your sprawled open like this.

his tongue peeked out, sultry muscle lapping up the sweet beads of your residue on his lips. his eyes was a clouded with lust, heavy-lidded as he met your gaze. your spent figure still jittered with aftershocks, courtesy of your nth orgasm at your boyfriend's cruel tongue.

"l-luffy," your lips wobbled pathetically, the bed-frame rattling ever so softly under your attempts to break free, "no... no more, please."

and maybe luffy did feel sorry for the mess he had made of you — all weak limbs and broken whines — because his eyes softened, lips pressed into a thin line as he pulled himself from his position at your overflowing core.

the back of his hand met his lips, smearing the mess against his lips rather than cleaning it up. "too much?" he asked, and you nodded, relieved.

because, of course, you knew that your captain was benevolent and merciful, your captain was a sweetheart who even let his enemies go when he had had his fun, your captain was— wait... he was hovering over you like he was ready to devour you.

"l-luffy?" your breath hitched and he shushed you, an easy smile plastered onto his rosy, kiss-bitten lips, "don' worry, peach. i won't break ya."

"wh-what?" your biceps flexed, a weak attempt to run away from the man above, from the man that had swore his life on your ruination. but luffy just grinned, hooking his index under your jaw to take a closer look at your disheveled state.

you shook your head, "luff, 'm t-tired. i—" his index finger swiped against your plush bottom lip, and your words melted against his digits. as he slipped his index past your lips, he shushed you, "don'tcha worry now."

once thorough with his examination, once re-assured that your eyes were brimmed with unresolved tears, your lips were trembling and your cunt was fluttering with unyielding anticipation, monkey d. luffy pulled his wet fingers out of your lips just to pull your cheeks into a pout. laughing at your expression, at your wide eyes, he rasped, "c'mon, baby. i'll take care of you and this pretty, little pussy."

oh no.

🍀roronoa zoro: accidental discoveries!

💚roronoa zoro was a teeny-tiny bit slow. he was sure of it. because after being with you for years, how did he just now discover this sight?

your back was against the wooden backrest of the creaking chair in zoro's room. your arms hanging free over the arm-rest, and your thighs wide apart, spread over the armrest. the fat and skin of your plush thighs reddened under the swordsman's trustworthy black bandana as your peered up at him, all while his hungry gaze was trained on your saccharine sweet cunt.

"h-having fun, are you?" breath stuttered out of your rosy lips so pathetically, chest falling up and down in a heavenly falsetto as roronoa zoro trained his predator's gaze upon you. his cheeks were flushed, an unmistakable smirk on his lips, "hm. didn't know winnin' a bet will feel so good."

ah yes, the bet. the accursed bet which had landed you in this position.

you had been naive enough to bring up the "variety of ways in which his bandana could be used." and then proceeded to bet him that whoever lost the pillow fight will have to be experimented upon. yes, that bet.

"'nuff stalling." the moss-head crossed his leg over the other, leaning back leisurely in his own chair right opposite to yours. he grinned like a predator, "go on, then. put on a show f'me."

you did as you were asked; you put up a show.

his hungry eyes followed your nimble fingers as they ran their course over your goose-bumpish skin so softly. the finger-tip ghosted over your lips and over your perked nipples, down your stomach and hovered over the spread-open, gushing core.

the swordsman swallowed, the adam's apple bobbing in wicked anticipation as you touched yourself. your familiar finger-tips traced patterns against your throbbing clit as your back arched against the cold wood. teasing your entrance, you bit your lip, teasing the swordsman, "liking the view?"

his answer was just a pained grunt. the moss-head was rendered useless. his sharp tongue all tied up, all jumbled as he looked at the view of your pleasuring yourself.

you threw your head back, letting out sinful moans as your own fingers slipped past your leaky entrance. the room sounded of wet squelches, of experienced digits slipping in and out, and of anything and everything remotely you.

the swordsman leaned forward, his hands clasping shut as his gaze zeroed in at your trembling, tied thighs. when he spoke, his words were barely restrained; a beast hidden within the skin of a mere mortal, "go faster."

you complied, digits pulling and pushing at a quicker pace all in an effort to push yourself over the edge. your lips parted, eyes clenched shut and for a moment all you could feel was the rhythmic motion of your fingers within yourself, "oh my god. fuc— im gonna cum."

and then, all of that heavenly bliss came to a cruel halt.

your eyes fluttered open, pupils blown as you looked at the rough hand tugging on your wrist. "zo-zoro?"

your breath hitched at the man on his knees. his crazed eyes barely held your gaze, his lips parted in anticipation as he pulled your soaked fingers to his mouth, "you tease too much, woman."

you purred, "do i?" and his calloused palms dug into your thighs, leaving reddened patches on your tied limbs as he husked out a reply, "and ya talk too much. shut up, and let me."

okay, then.

🌊vinsmoke sanji: now serving: subs in the kitchen!

💙vinsmoke sanji was a pervert by nature.

you knew that since the day you joined the crew and the cook greeted you with honeyed words and heart-eyes instead of a simple "hello, how are ya? my name is..." and you have known that since you both started dating but now, in a situation like this... my oh my, this man was devil-incarnated.

"atleast close the door, sanji." you hissed, eyes widening as you looked at the unlocked entrance to the kitchen. but the blonde just purred, pressing his weight to your back and breathing in the intoxicating smell of your shampoo, "mon amore, we're all alone."

his experienced hands kneaded your waist, expert hips rutting onto your ass as if it was muscle memory. you arched into him instinctively, words growing feeble under his soft caresses, "bu-but someone can come in."

the cook laughed, the sound so breathy against the shell of your ears, "let them, then."

you threw a glance back at the chef, looking as he loosened his tie and softly pulled your wrists together to tie them behind your back. the satin tightened against your soft skin and you fell forward onto the kitchen island to stabilize yourself.

"sa-" you tried but the blonde cut you off, shushing you so softly. hooking one finger in the knot he had tied, he pushed you down with the same hand, "shh, it's okay, love."

minutes has slipped just as easily as his leaky tip past your sodden, sloppy folds. sanji grunt, heaving — no longer a gentleman. his hand pushed down on your wrist, pinning you under him and that wretched, cold countertop as he kept rutting into you.

your cheek dug against the marble, lips falling agape at his rough administrations, "s-sanji."

"what?" the way he rasped the word out, you felt like maybe the man behind you was already betting his sanity on your sweet cunt. he repeated, something urgent in his syllables, "w-what is it, love?"

another harsh roll of his hips against yours, and his tip rammed against the all-too-gooey spot within you. you gasped, eyes clenching shut and toes curling. as if to soothe your body, sanji held you tighter under his grip, "are you gonna cum, gorgeous?"

thoughts long gone, you nodded just to nodded — still squirming so pathetically under his heavier figure. you pulled at your wrist, trying to break free from him and this overstimulating, vexing mess.

sanji laughed at your futile efforts, "reachin' your limits?"

"sanji—" you whined, thighs clenching and unclenching yet again under his erratic movements. moans tumbled past your lips, some half-formed words that resembled his name and echoes of a plea for mercy.

sanji stilled for just a moment, admiring the mess he had created under his hold. from your stuttered breathing, to your pitched moans and reddened skin — god, you were beautiful.

sanji pressed open-mouthed kissed down your shoulders, words following soon after like a crash, "s, so fuckin' beautiful."

and so, he just gotta make sure to appreciate this beauty, doesn't he? that's the gentlemanly thing to do.

❤️‍🔥portgas d. ace: a man, a man, a mean fucking man!

🧡your pulled your wrist downwards, and your bedframe rattled ever so softly under the careful actions. your face scrunched up, eyes faltering to quite meet the gaze of the man in front of you.

"i-is this necessary..?"

"hm?" ace gave a smile, something a bit crooked, something roguish, "you said you wanted to try it, didn't ya?"

"i-" your brows furrowed, teeth sinking in your inner cheek at his inspection, "i just said i read it in a book. i never said i wanted to try it—"

"tough luck." ace inched forward, muscled body shifting to bring the familiar toy and pressing it to your fluttering, divining cunt. ace grinned as your body jolted against the foreign vibrations, "like it?"

"n-no?" but the way your back arched, chest invitingly moving up and down made ace categorize you as a liar.

bringing one warm palm up to your breast, he softly tugged at the perked nipple as another sent shockwave one after the other to your drenched cunt.

slipping the pulsating toy within your heat, ace watched on with delight as his pretty, pretty girlfriend fell pray to the expert flicks of his wrist and the vibrator he had brought you a few days ago.

"ace—" your eyes widened as the man pressed open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. still pumping the toy in 'n out of you like always, ace kissed your neglected clit — an action so chaste yet it pulled out filthy, little noises past your lips.

"pretty?" ace fluttered his eyelashes up at you, and through you half-lidded, shaky vision, you asked, "y-yeah?"

"can you do me a favour?" ace pressed a sweet kiss to your honeyed cunt, giving a soft lick to your swollen nub as if it would make you comply, "when you're about to cum, count from five f'me, yeah?"

with your body on fire and thoughts consumed by some 6'1" man, you nodded — unknown to just how cruel the infamous fire-fist can be.

"five, four... th-three—" your body brewed up a violent storm and your head spun with his hot, sultry tongue on your cunt and the fast push and pull of the vibrator within you. your words stuttered, the crescendo building up just to... end?

the man pulled out the toy out of your spasming cunt at once, abandoning your swollen cunt with a feral grin. tears pricked at your lashline at his administrations, "wh-why'd you stop?"

"sorry, baby." ace cooed, teasing your leaky entrance yet again with the same toy that had been taken away from you. he smiled, "sorry. let's start again, okay?"

but something about the look in his eyes made a violent goosebump paint your pliant body. your eyes widened, half-fear, half... excitement? ace gave you an easy-going smile, nudging his nose against your throbbing nub, "go again, baby."

you swallowed, "o-okay."

after the third time of edging, your body was no longer in your control. your vision was blurred with unresolved tears, not even able to see the man that was torturing you.

hiccupping, you choked on your own words, "p-please, ace. 'm gonna be s'good. i p-promise, please please—"

"—awh, don't cry." ace pressed his lips into a thin line, "i won't tease anymore."

what a fucking liar.

pressing the buzzing toy up and down your cunt, ace nodded, the same feral smile plastered onto his hungry, wet lips. your boyfriend mumbled, "yeah, i definitely like this. don't you, baby?"

what a fucking man.

🪻trafalgar d. water law: a cure for disobedience!

💜 this was straight out of a porno.

"law." and you couldn't help the slight shift in your tone, hands flexing and unflexing as law fixed you on his inspection table.

"stop squirming." his words were a sharp command, eyes barely taking in your naked figure as if you being naked on his inspection table was the least interesting thing in the world, "i'm doing this because you wanted it."

he mumbled under his breath, "impromptu medical check-up, my ass."

but the obvious bulge in his pants said otherwise.

sure, you were the one who had asked him to "do an impromptu medical checkup" and then proceeded to strip down. but it was him who had decided to tie you down to punish you for your little stunt. he said that you were disrespecting doctors, and he can't have that, can he?

your body moved instinctively, jittering against the cold, and law gave you a look that would hypothetically slice you into tiny, little pieces if it could. his voice stayed cool, though, "one more movement and you'll really piss me off."

despite his serious words, and even more serious looks, your thighs clenched together in wicked excitement. the skin rubbed together, essence beading at the prospect this situation would lead to. you bit your lip, "'m sorry."

"okay, then." law huffed, looking at you over the metallic rim of his glasses, "ready?"

you nodded, and the captain of your ship brought a scalpel to your face. his hands shook as he picked the instrument up — was he excited or about to lose his mind?

the same instrument that he used to cut open skin now traced the edge of your jaw with it's blunt side. he brought it down your neck, purposefully dragging the tip of his instrument to tease your pert nipple.

"l-law, 's cold." your back arched slightly, limbs being constricted from moving too much. the doctor raised a careful eyebrow at your action, amused by how easy it was to hold your malleable body back. dragging the scalpel to the other one, and hissing when you jolted under his precise touches, "don't move, or do you wanna get hurt?"

and maybe law needed to be checked mentally cause the idea of you completely under his control sent electricity down his throbbing cock. tip weeping and aching with need, he realized he could turn the scalpel around and tear your soft skin. but instead, he chose to drag the metal down the middle of your stomach. he traced it against your forced open, inner thighs and law's eyes alit with the same sadistic glint as you throbbed under the cold touches.

he brought a rubber-clad hand up to your heat, softly pressing down on your ambrosial cunt. law's jaw tightened as you threw your head sideway, honeydew dripping down from your perfect pussy down to his freakishly clean inspection table.

"don't drip down onto my inspection table, now." the doctor mumbled, but even he knew it were a lie because he went harder against your sensitive cunt, wanting for it to weep all over his rubber-clad fingers. he fastened his pace, pressing the scalpel against your skin with each careful swipe. "you love being disrespectful to my profession, don't you?"

"oh my fuckin'— god." your jaw sagged open, eyes clenching shut as he teased a finger up and down your cunt.

"do you not know i have an oath to upkeep?" he tsked, "i gotta take care of all my patients. so, tell me..." his voice roughened, "d'you like this?"

and law wasn't sure if he meant the scalpel against your skin, or his fingers dipping within your velvety hole, or if he meant to ask the question to himself and not you.

"just please, please keep g-oing." you nodded feverishly, huffs pouring out erratically as he traced the scalpel all across your body, one hand still kneading against the pliable folds. your restrained muscles spasmed, the cold metal still dragging across your sensitive body as he pulled out an orgasm out of you.

the nectar pooled down your fluttering folds and onto his table, and yet law couldn't care more about the code of conduct or his doctor's oath. looking at your ruination, the doctor grinned — his professionalism long gone by.

when you looked at your doctor, he looked crazed. and when he spoke, it was a simple instruction, "i think i should conduct a thorough medical check-up."

of course, that's what you were here for, right?

a/n: in my regularly posting era till the end of this month cause i wanna pump out as many fics before the new year ahahaha anyways, missed writing for my boys sm :')) alsooo, if you think one is longer than the other, shh it's not, you didn't see that [im inconsistent]. hope this was nice, hope you had your fun ya nasties :// reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated! m.list

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Neo beasts x reader head cannons? 🥺

You know what anon? Just for you

Beast Ancients AU - Neo Beasts x Reader Headcanons

Congratulations! Someway somehow you’ve attracted the attention—and affection—of the Neo beasts. How do each treat you?

Saint Vanilla Cookie

This implies that he’s decided not to purify you out of his intense compassion. In fact, he’s settled for something arguably much worse: saving you for last, so you can witness his deliverance.

You’re his lamb, his bluebird, and he never lets you forget how blessed you are to be one of his

He’s gentle in almost every way. Voice, touch, words. He especially likes cupping your cheek and cooing sweet little things. Sometimes they’re laced with dark promises

On his orders, the Lambs of Penance are your personal servants and won’t let any harm befall you. Cream Wafer speaks to you respectfully, but you can hear a little envy in his voice

Saint pays attention to every little detail you have, the things you like, and your wishes. He wants to see you at your happiest because a tainted soul as yourself should never feel sad. He’ll wipe your tears away

But don’t assume he’s perfect; he’s far from. Saint stays true to his personal promise that you will be safe and happy and alive until the day he finally saves you, and that means that any potential threat to you will be dealt with by his lambs. If he thinks something will taint your soul further, he’ll be sure that it’ll never have the chance.

In fact, why don’t you stay with him? In his timeless kingdom, amongst his loyal followers and all the orchids that will watch over you. It’s the closest you’ll be to the light.

Make no mistake, saint is two steps away from being a yandere. He just wouldn’t get his hands dirty, and he would never change to that typical yandere-ish behavior. The oh so benevolent saint just wants to see you safe, and if that safety is under his wings, so be it…

Dragonberry Cookie

As the Beast of Pride, the way she loves is bold and loud. She will make it known to you that she loves you pretty quickly.

While she throws parties pretty frequently already, you’ll be center stage at a lot of them with her as she makes you dance together and drinks herself stupid with a bunch of glasses poured your way as well.

If you’re the shy type, expect to be embarrassed or put in big social situations a lot since she’s a massive extrovert who would bring you along to things. Outside of parties and other events of the sort, she would also love for you to watch her spar with Wildberry and her other soldiers

She’ll also give you lots of gifts

She does have a pretty big ego though, so she expects praise and validation from you. Compliments, acts of service, things that assure her you’re not just mooching off of what she gives you. If she thinks you’re not being grateful, she’ll get bitter and confront you about it, which will or won’t go well depending on how well you can prove your point to her

She’ll kill for you 100%. She might even do it in front of you. If you get messed up from that? It’s okay! You’ll get over it in no time.

Despite all this she does respect your boundaries, she’ll give you space if you’re vocal about it. She disappears on occasions and comes back covered in battle wounds and jam anyway.

You know about Pitaya locked up in her basement but you know not to touch them, let alone try and free them if you’re hero enough. She might just have to punish you for that if she catches you doing something you shouldn’t. Don’t worry though, it’s just this once, because you’ll surely never try anything again, right?

Big hugger, her love language is touch so expect hugs and kisses and mandatory cuddle sessions. Honestly if you’re just as messed as her then she’s a pretty solid lover

Frigid Cacao Cookie

It’s hard to tell he cares for you because he’s so distant, even from you.

You’re allowed into the throne room without summons, but the furthest into it you can go is to the foot of his throne. Like everyone else in the citadel, you’re not allowed to touch him.

Your days in the citadel are quiet. The outside is cold but the hallways and your room are warm, the latter always supplied to the brim with what you need.

Tiny licorice creatures slink in and out of your peripheral vision, watching you curiously. Sometimes they slink up to you, purring and chittering, and some might even be balancing trays of food, warm towels, clothes, or other things on their heads. Little do you know that Cacao has been ordering them to take care of you

While he doesn’t forbid you from leaving the kingdom, he’ll want you to come back to him one way or another. Ideally on your own, but one of the licorice oozes that have been watching you since you left could also bring you back.

You might see him out and about on rare occasions, and he might look at you. On even rarer occasions he might ask about your well being

The only thing he’s strict about is that you absolutely cannot attract attention from the other neobeasts, especially Saint Vanilla. The beast of Penance is already curious about learning what things make Cacao go soft; he does not need to learn about you.

Also don’t bring up Choco, he has a reaction to it

Celestial Cheese Cookie

Pampers you. Pampers you and pampers you and pampers you and pampers you

Thinks you’re the sweetest little thing and pinches your cheeks and everything

She’d be more than happy to show herself off, as well as all of her achievements. She gives you treasures from her conquests regularly

She’s similar to Dragonberry though where she expects praise, but unlike her she doesn’t get as angry. She doesn’t see her gift giving as a transactional thing, she does it because she can. You just gotta tell her how wonderful she is

The oases are a popular spot for her to bring you for food and refreshments, cared for by gold-adorned servants as she gushes over the grand vision for her kingdom. She’s honestly quite excitable and loves talking about herself and her plans.

Pay no mind to the scans that are run on you while you sleep, or the diagnostics of your information that run deep in her servers. She doesn’t think it’ll need to happen soon, but she’s planning to put you in a sarcophagus and hook you into her virtual world to make you live forever. She’s not going to let something else she cares about go.

Midnight Lily Cookie

The tamest one honestly

Unlike the others, she sees you as an equal. She knows your personal space and doesn’t encroach on it too much or too little, makes sure you’re well cared for and healthy, and keeps you safe. She also lets you leave and trusts you to take care of yourself. Being Beast of Sovereignty, she encourages the people under her to do whatever they please within their allegiance to her, and this includes you.

She’ll play the harp for you and ask you how she did

You also get lots of gifts and compliments from the other faeries for being the lover of their queen

She does have preferences though. She likes honesty and expects you to keep promises, she prefers if you do something for her in exchange for her doing something for you, and to not question her motive and means to take down her other half. She will get very defensive with you and shut down the conversation pretty fast

The flora in the silver kingdom bloom to their fullest around you both, but when Lily is upset with you, they curl or bud as you pass by them.

Speaking of chlorokinesis, get used to seeing her show no mercy with her plants. Unlike Dragonberry though, she’ll do her best to help you if the sight of bodies skewered on flower stems is too much. Maybe stick to the heart of the kingdom for your own good, where you’re less likely to see how the rest of Beast Yeast challenge her kingdom.

She has a whole bunch of rules set up when Saint visits. While she’d encourage not being with him at all, if you really want to see him, she made it expressly clear to him that he cannot purify you.

[rottiens]

⊹ ˚. RYŌMEN SUKUNA┊ "Not on my legs." He clarifies. "On my stomach." You ignore the flutter that lands on your belly and force yourself to concentrate on keeping your legs steady.

𖤐 about. being taken away from your village, you have to try to live and survive on your own with the king of curses.

𖤐 cw. mdni. true form sukuna x afab!reader, dubcon (since the reader is forced to be a servant), you ride the mouth on his tummy, choking kink, sadistic sukuna if you squint, dirty talk, overstim, oral ( m -> f ), set in the heian era. divider creds: cafekitsune.

Sukuna is not familiar with giving up power, though it is not surprising, after all a man who has achieved so much power to the point of being revered as a god would not expect anything different. He is not used to being commanded, though not many have tried it and lived to tell the tale anyway, yet when you told him you wanted to do it tonight, without his help (you trying to prepare yourself, stretching yourself before taking it), fiery flames charged with lust and pride covered his devilish eyes, turning them a darker red than you are used to.

Drunk with control, Sukuna is always the one who dictates when and how things happen, ordering around those who serve him, as his word is the word of a king. He doesn't remember the last time someone addressed him with such arrogance and pride in their mouth, he should punish you for speaking before he allows you to but tonight he is feeling benevolent.

"Come here." His husky voice gave off hunger and poured over your limbs like honey. The purr in his timbre brought life to your muscles which tensed and contracted with anticipation.

You rose from the floor where you lay on your stomach with your forehead pressed to the ground in submission, and walked silently to where he is. His chambers are covered by a veil of absolute silence that is interrupted from time to time by barely audible vibrations coming from sukuna who lets them out every time he exhales through his nose, something very similar to the purring of a beast.

Filled with insecurity, you get ready to climb into his lap when you are close enough and it is only at that moment when he speaks again, freezing you on the spot.

"Not on my legs." He clarifies. "On my stomach." You ignore the flutter that lands on your belly and force yourself to concentrate on keeping your legs steady.

You take a long look at his figure and end up on his stomach, where you were ordered to sit. To describe sukuna as big is an adjective that would be too small for him, the houses in your village are big, the horses are big, sukuna… was huge. A monster, was what they called it in your village and even that word might not be enough to describe the creature that stood before you.

His four arms are a wonder to behold face to face, especially up close. Two hold him on his elbows gracefully, semi reclining on the futon where he expands his body further to give you the space you need to climb to his belly; while the other two…there is one holding his jaw and another resting above his hips.

Just like his arms, he possessed four pairs of eyes that don't let a single detail escape; all of these were set on you, you could feel them moving on you, there was no way to escape from him.

And finally, in his belly there was a mouth capable of tearing off the lower half of your body with one bite if he set his mind to it.

For how exposed he was, vulnerable even (bare belly and exposed chest, his arms in a resting position), sukuna was very relaxed and which makes you wonder if perhaps he doesn't think you brave or foolish enough to try to attack him, although it's not the right time or place, you couldn't do much if you were to hurt him sufficiently to try to escape, not with his subjects scattered all over the temple at least. Before you could get to the door his servants would have you imprisoned in one of the cold, dark rooms you've already been in.

Clearly impatient, thanks to being too occupied by your mental wanderings, the hand that lay on his hips gently pushes you into the position he ordered you to. You take a quick glance at your new seat, you find yourself just above the curved line of a smile on his lower abdomen. You look up to observe him, rather than relaxed he is now uneasy, concern is marked on your face as you recheck the mouth on his stomach closed in a tight line.

The posture is awkward thanks to the width of his body, your thighs are stretched to the max and your feet dangle from his body like an uncomfortable horse ride.

The imposing mouth suddenly opens suddenly revealing a thick and grotesque tongue and gives you a quick lick immediately wetting your crotch, the moan of surprise that escapes you makes the pair of cocks tremble under the piece of cloth that holds them captive.

Sukuna licks you again slower this time, taking his time to savor your taste. A murmur of approval makes the mouth on your stomach vibrate along with the purring that seems to increase and you hear clearly now that you are close to him. Then you realize it wasn't some noise he was making or your imagination, it was the natural purr coming from a predator and the contrast terrifies you since it sounds as soft as a lullaby.

"Give me more of that sweet taste." You clench. Your eyes, your thighs, your cunt.

The intruding tongue seems to be all over your slit at the same time, it's feather soft yet has just enough pressure to have you sobbing and dripping from how accurate its lashes are.

Soon you feel unsteady, dizzy, you try to grab hold of something firm but there is one of his hands imprisoning your wrists in your lower back and another firmly squeezes your neck making you unable to escape. "You're not going anywhere, little one," sukuna growls.

The soft muscle, coated with an excess of saliva completely covers your pussy in sweet ecstasy, you feel its edges even wet your trembling thighs, the sensation is crushing. Your whole body is charged with a strange static after the intruder moves imitating a wave, attacking your aching clit, squeezing your pussy lips and spilling your arousal into the monstrous mouth that licks and licks and then swallows.

"I want you to ride it." Four fingers pinch your nipples at the same time. "Ride my tongue, you said you wanted to get ready but I do not see you doing anything but being lazy on me," he reminds you, in that teasing tone that could make you cum right then and there.

It's too much. You want to let him know, your cheeks are about to boil and you don't know how much you can hold back the tears. The sensation of pleasure was overwhelming, the line between pleasure and too much of it causing pain was very thin. You wanted to run away, to ask him that you needed to rest at least for a moment but you know what that could cause.

"I do not want to repeat it, woman."

You don't seek to anger him because his punishments are far worse, so you find the last shred of willpower in you and rotate your hips in weak circles along with a broken gasp. He grunts in response.

You're close. Very, very close. The grip on your wrists increases and you slurp through your nose. You rub it desperately up and down, grinding your sensitive clit in the process, you do small bounces on the fully hanging tongue that reveal sticky clicks that expose how wet you are, your own juices mixed with his saliva spilling down the length of your legs and soaking his hips.

"Cum for me." He commands firmly, manifesting small mouths on his hands that are tasked with torturing your tits, sucking and biting your nipples mercilessly as he delights in watching you squirm under his touch.

"Sukuna!" His name feels sweet on the roof of your mouth and rumbles between the walls of his chamber as your movements descend to gradually fade away.

Then you hear a chuckle, the mouth you just rode, a grotesque cackle that bristles your skin and makes you moan at how sensitive you are as it gives you one last lick and then disappears completely into the cavity, showing you just as it did at first a tight line that could pass as a scar if you weren't paying attention.

Abruptly, his fingers dig into your cheekbones, sinking your cheeks so that your lips can pout adorably. His purr is much louder and harder now.

"If you want to make your king proud you will have to do more than that." Your eyes snap open. "You're ready to take my cocks at the same time, I promise I'm going to use that body of yours tonight until you pass out."

This is a repost! <3

[critterbitter]

re: your thoughts on legendaries (which is very cool and based) what’s your take on the differences between legends:arceus giratina and platinum giratina, especially since you defined them as hating the world? specifically the bit where giratina (at least seemingly) actively defended the world from cyrus trying to destroy it, after trying to do the same thing with volo’s help centuries prior?

Weird ghost worm upon yee (AND MORE ART BELOW CUT!)

Anyways, here’s my mad ramblings about Giratina and Arceus’s backstory.

Tldr: Giratina’s a conglomerate of angry souls scorned by Arceus.

(Here’s the playlist. It’s all about worms.)

How it Started.

The original one has chosen favorites over the passage of time. Heroes, legends, protagonists…

Arceus intervenes for those it loves, and the consequences of a god touching the mortal world is devastating in its entirety. One act of divine intervention causes entire civilizations to collapse. One whispered suggestion drives an entire legacy insane.

So Arceus, paralyzed by its love for the mortal world, acts very little, learning from its mistakes. Apathy soaks through every motion. And thus is the way of the world.

But people love the Originator. Religions are born from Arceus’s rare deeds, and generation on generation taught its benevolence. Imagine spending your entire life chasing after that golden light. Imagine knowing its real and there, and it loves you.

Imagine begging it for help, and seeing it turn away when you need it most.

I think those people would feel very abandoned indeed, if they spent their lives worshipping, and receiving no response at all.

Giratina is born from the abandoned, the lost, and the angry. They’re a hundred thousand souls who’s adoration turned to spite. They’re an entity who demands for Arceus to look at them, so they can finally rest.

Arcues can not look at them in full, because if it does Giratina will fade.

(Scio, beloved. For I can not let you go.)

So the Original One banishes the Unwanted Beast into the distortion world, and Giratina seethes, and starves, and screams.

(Here are two truths about the Beast Between Dimensions—

1. Some part of them still loves Arceus. Arceus is their anchor, after all— the sole reason why they exist, why they are. But Arceus can not love it back in a way that matters, and that hurts.

2. Giratina is made of a thousand voices. Some of these voices remember that there’s a world above. They miss it.)

Why Giratina attacked Hisui in PLA:

PLA Giratina’s not a new god, but they’re very, very bitter and barely coherent on a good day. Volo serves as a conduct to help unite the broiling mass of ghosts against Arceus, and thus Giratina’s hatred overcomes any flickering affections they have for the land.

It doesn’t help that Arceus intervened for Hisui, sending Akari to directly stop Volo from summoning Giratina.

(As for Volo, well.

Imagine being a child who was thrown into the future due to Palkia and Dialga’s fits, who learned his people (his world) no longer exist beyond a shadow in the history books and a single, bitter lore keeper.

Volo doesn’t remember his original culture beyond vague imprints and singing praises to Sinnoh, but he knew he was loved, and he knew his family is dust four hundred years in the past. There’s a special sort of rage in him that echoes Giratinas.)

(Why did you abandon my people, Arceus? What kind of god are you, to leave those who love you so callously behind?)

(Maybe some part of Giratina recognizes Volo, beyond a feeling of kinship.

Maybe some part of Giratina grieves because it recognized the child Volo was.)

When Volo gets his pound of flesh, (when he realizes Arceus is not beholden to him, that the inherent alien morality Arceus holds is not a personal slight), Giratina will finally rest.

Anyways what I’m trying to say is: Arceus is never a person, but a nebulous embodiment of the connection shared between pokemon and humans. It tries to experience what it’s supposed to embody, but millennia of watching people be and cease has given it choice paralysis, apathy, and a hoarding issue. If something lasts forever next to it? Good.

Giratina was once a person. (Correction, a LOT of persons.) They don’t think very linearly either, but they have context on mortal matters and are thus the more benevolent and malicious of the two. One day, time will smooth them into something like Arceus. We can only hope the two keep each other in check.

THE DIFFERENCE OF LEGENDS ARCEUS GIRATINA VS PLATINUM PEARL GIRATINA

If the ancient version of giratina is an angry conglomerate of ghosts scorned by Arceus, the modern iteration of Giratina’s a creature that’s more settled in its skin and more assured in its duties. Giratina still has beef with Arceus, but they unionized into one being who’s love of the mortal world has triumphed over its ancestral grudge. One might even postulate they have shifted their anchor from Sinnoh the god, to Sinnoh the place.

((We call this character developement. Good for you, weird ghost worm!))

(((FULL DISCLOSURE, VOLO BEING FROM THE PAST IS INSPIRED FROM FOXFALL. You know. The fic that got me into this fandom. Please give it some love.)))

[tungledotedu]

this did not age well... what i remember from watching these long videos:

let a registered sex offender work for him (he was nicknamed 'delaware' because that's the us state he is banned from)

scummy, fraudulent way of gaining subscribers and holding lotteries (children make up the majority of his audience)

financially exploited one employee (jake weddle) by coercing him into extreme challenges that damaged his mental and physical health (like solitary confinement where he couldn't turn the lights off and forcing him to run a marathon to the point where his feet were injured and had blisters)

may have violated the geneva conventions/committed a war crime with his solitary confinement challenge

I mean... Mr Beast is a much better candidate than most of the other people running. He actually helps people with his wealth, he's an lgbtqia ally and he supports Palestine.

Mr. Beast is also an egotistical pissbaby, he does charity work for clout and clout alone. Yeah, he’s a better option than Biden and trump but they’re so cartoonishly evil Elon musk would be preferable to either of them. The bar is six feet under the bottom of hell at this point. A squirrel with mange would be a more competent President than Biden or trump.