#but hey. on another note. I'm able to write a lot more now!

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

Hmm, no guarantees I'd write these, but they've been on my mind the last couple days. But, if I added a couple more chapters to AWLB: Remnant's, namely, one wherein Jen talks a bit about her relationship with the Afton's, and another that talks more in depth about the incident mentioned briefly in part 1 with Roxy, would those be of interest?

I'd also like to say in regards to the Roxy one, I'd do my best to tie it to what's already been stated in the fic, but my ideas with her have changed a decent bit since then, so there may be some inconsistencies. ^^; I really do need to go back and re-do part 1 eventually. The overall story would stay the same sure, I'd just like to try and tell it a bit better and rework a few details.

[enviedear]

hey Olivia talk about Jason and love letters pls

i can never say no to you, not like i'd say no to rambling about jason lmao!! link here to what inspired this <3

swing by my askbox 🧸ྀི

basically, i think believe that jason would be not only the best at writing love letters but also the most genuine about it. to him, they come from a place of utter devotion. in my hc, i think he'd just really struggle with getting his words out. he hates the way they sound, that they never fully convey what he means, that he stops himself more than he allows himself to speak, and mostly, he cannot handle the pressure of a time constraint. even if someone were to give him all the time in the world to open up, his chest would still get tight and his throat would feel scratchy and raw. jason todd is a victim of analysis paralysis there i said it.

no—he NEEDS another outlet, another form of communication. so he writes. he always loved reading, annotating in the margins—now he does it to his own words. At first, he doesn't even count what he writes as love letters. he's not waxing poetry, he's just explaining his fucked up perspective because you deserve to know. you deserve to be privy to whatever's going on in his head. he fails (for a while) to understand that is love, the very crux of it. the devotion to spend his free time explaining what his mouth refuses to say is love in its purest form.

his words are sweet too, no matter what he's writing. he knows his audience, you. his letters always start the same, with the salutation of 'sweetheart' and an "i love you." sometimes, all that's written is a long run-on about how he feels, how overwhelmed he is. other times, it's reminders of how much you mean to him, how happy you make him. and of course, quotes.

i am a firm believer that jason todd quotes his favorite books (modern and classic) so you better assume he's throwing in quotes that remind him of you. things like "what does money matter? love is more than money." from dorian grey after you had confessed to feeling bad about him spending money on you, or "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." from emma after an argument rooted in his apprehension for sharing, and "I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes." makes a common appearance. you're unsure as to why he quotes shakespeare so much, especially that line—but he's not. he knows it's the truest cohesion of words he could possibly find to explain to you just how crucial you are to him. detrimental even.

but it's not always super intense—a lot of the times it's simple letters. letters hung up on the fridge, on the dryer, in your car, even scattered little love notes in your purse/wallet. things like, "washed your clothes. you really need new leggings, i put money on the counter." / "changed your oil. remind me again in six months. i love you." / "missed you this morning. i'm coming home with dinner, your favorite. i love you."

where other men fail to find a form of communication that works for them, jason todd exceeds. besides, he's seen death once and he's not meeting it again without you knowing just how much he absolutely adores you. if he can't be here forever to give you the love he's practically overflowing with, at least the letters can outlive him. he'd like to be remembered that way—just by his saccharine sentiments for you

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 @ 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 (𝐦𝐞)

[komiloves]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆˚ VBS BOYS DATING HCS

Note from Lilin: I'm sorry if some of these are ooc, I'll try my best to write in character <3

Akito is.. To say the least, not very forward with his words nor love. When he's crushing on you, he'll deny it, a lot. He doesn't understand why his heart is beating so much when you're around him, and he hates how he doesn't understand why.

Akito didn't even realize that he likes you, until Ena confronts him with it. ⊹₊ ⋆ DATING ⊹₊ ⋆

Dating Akito means seeing him getting relentlessly teased by if not Ena then An

Average conversation you spectate between him and them are just: "Hey [name], I uh.. Just want to say.. I love you-" "Aw awwww!" "WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM."

As if he isn't unlucky enough to stumble either An or Ena when you two are together, Mizuki enters the chat and they would 'gang' up on him with An.

Enough with Akito getting 'bullied', Akito is very much NOT the PDA type of guy.

Dating Akito also means taking things slowly. Be patient with him, it might take time for him to be able to open up and be less shyer with you.

Pay attention to how he holds your hand in crowds so you two don't get separated, the little gifts he snuck into your desk, how he always scold you on your bad habits, while it may seem like he's frustrated or fed up, he really cares.

Once you get the hang of noticing how he shows love through his subtle ways, it's where dating Akito is at the peak.

This man is hardcore tsundere. Point out how his face is red when you sneak little kisses on his cheek? He'll deny it. Ask whether the one putting a chocolate box in your desk was him? He'll deny it. Spoon him? He'll grumble about it then proceeds to fall asleep the next second. Despite how much he's in denial, it also makes him much more cuter every time he denies something.

Akito HATES half assing things, this is another point on taking things slowly and patiently with your relationship and him.

EXTRA(s): Akito invites you on his live shows and whenever he sees you standing in the crowd giving him that smile he always melts over, you can immediately see how much more passionate he looks like while singing.

Note from Lilin [ TOYA ]: I again apologize if any of my hcs are ooc, I will try my best to write in character <3.

Toya on the other hand, is really, REALLY, oblivious about his feelings. He doesn't get it either. Why are his eyes always fixated on your figure? Why does he feel so relaxed hearing your voice whenever you speak?

Toya always unconsciously ramble about you to Akito. Akito, takes the hint soon or later. "Oooh~ I see how it is.." with that signature mischievous smirk of his.

In short, Toya figured his crush on you out through Akito confronting him about it.

Whenever you and Toya talks together when it's break time at school, that smirk of Akito would always creep up his face, he would even sometimes let out a teasing whistle, leading up to Toya sending him a small scowl. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 DATING 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

Similar to Akito, Toya isn't really forward with his love for you.

He would always compliment you on how you look today and always has his eyes on your figure.

One of the most notable thing in your relationship is how funny his dynamic is with Akito now that you two are dating. Akito would sometimes tease you and Toya would just send him a faint glare, following up with a "Akito." (I can't find a darker blue for Toya so I'll just differentiate An and him by putting bold on Toya's)

Quality times are always the best with Toya. While he would rather not touch the piano again, he would still play your favorite song in the piano while you lay on his shoulder. Or you can take the risk and try cooking together with him. (He nearly sets the kitchen on fire but it's okay because it's Toya).

Toya's hands are mostly cold. He always loves the feeling of your warm hand interlocked with his whenever you two walk together.

Plant a kiss on his beauty mark, and you'll get a guaranteed embarrassed Toya in your arms.

Toya often leaves expensive gifts on your desk, which leads to you feeling guilty for him spending so much money on you. He noticed you trying to return the amount of gifts he had left for you to him. Whenever he sees them, he chuckles to himself, finding your little gesture adorable.

Like Akito, Toya would always invite you to his live shows. After shows, you'd find yourself with a tired Toya, asleep on your shoulder <3.

EXTRA(s): Whenever Toya had an argument with his dad, you and Akito made a plan together to beat Harumichi up and that's the only time he gets along with you without teasing (Toya had to held you two back) /j

[wingwaver]

A few tips for new Tumblr users wanting to write here

Yo if you're here from Reddit or Twitter or some other site and just wanted to give this a shot you may have seen some blogs that are dedicated to writing headcanons or short fics or even original works for their own OCs and you may be thinking "hey I wanna give that a shot! I like to write!" then I have some tips to make it easier on you and people who see your content.

1. First off, if you're writing a pretty long piece the you should probably put it under a read more, it'll look like this on mobile

and this on desktop

or you can write :readmore: on a line by itself and press enter.

2. Now if you're gonna write for a whole bunch of different fandoms and you wanna make a master list then I suggest making an actual list with the fandoms you write for and then making more lists with the actual content as a you go along because you can only have 100 links in one post (I know that sounds like a lot but as someone who has around 300 Transformers things written trust me you fill up a post quicker than you expect, especially if you take requests from other people). The way I typically do it is like this

The first pic is the MASTER master list that lists everything I write for and when they're underlined like that it means they're links. The second pic is after clicking the G1 link, it's a separate post that has the actual fics and headcanon links. Note the 6/100 in the tags, this is how I keep up with how many things I've added. You can of course just use the numbers options from here

or just number them manually from your keyboard like I'm doing with this post. Adding links has no barring on what else you add to the post so you can add yourself some fancy header or divider pics if you want.

3. Adding links! Links can look like this https://www.tumblr.com/wingwaver/721887224846778368/test-post-for-reasons?source=share or like this https://wingwaver.tumblr.com/post/721887224846778368/test-post-for-reasons depending on whether you're linking from mobile or desktop/browser Just highlight the text you wanna add a link to and a the little chain will move to the end, click it and paste your url you want to link to and press add link, then press post/save draft/save (whatever the blue button says)

Now you've successfully linked a post to another post!

4. Tagging! To get your fics and headcanons seen to build an audience you usually wanna tag the stuff correctly. If you're posting a fic about Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney then you'll tag it with #Ace Attorney, #Miles Edgeworth, and #Phoenix Wright in the tags area. But it's also a good idea to mention if it's a ship or general fic in the tags too. If so then putting ship names and #Miles Edgeworth x Phoenix Wright and #Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright in the tags will help everyone know this is a ship fic. Tagging with characters or fandoms that aren't apart of the fic just clogs the tags for people looking for content of said characters and fandoms so it's very looked down on here and will likely get some of your stuff reported for spam so only use the relevant tags. Also tagging for triggers can be tricky here because of how fucky tumblr is but please don't tag censor tags. Tagging things like #a**** or #a*use or even #abu$e doesn't work here because people who have #abuse blacklisted will be able to see this content because it wasn't tagged properly. Also if you're writing for OCs or reader inserts it's common courtesy to tag those appropriately too. Someone looking for a reader insert may not want to read an OC and vice versa. Also many people filter those out so try to add tags like #x reader, #*fandom name* x reader, and #*character name* x reader for easier filtering. Also people cruise those tags too so it'll help people who fo want to read that content find your stuff!

[xxlady-lunaxx]

hsjsjsjdhdhd love your sanegiyuu+ kamado siblings notes omg pls write it if you want!!! i would love to see it fully fleshed out.

and pls take your time w my requests!!! i am always willing to wait 💜

i mean technically it was your idea so lots of props to you<3 also i'm glad you don't mind bc fuck i've been taking so long 😭

For a while now, Sanemi's had his eyes set on Giyuu. If asked, he wouldn't have been able to pinpoint a specific time when stirrings began to make their appearances. But did it really matter?

After a couple sessions of ranting about Giyuu and a couple more lectures by Obanai to just ask the fucking man out, he steeled himself to the task, asking his crow for directions and marching towards Giyuu's estate. As it turned out, fate seemed to have other things in mind.

Tanjiro and Nezuko were at Giyuu's house that evening, crowding around him and overwhelming him with lively chatter—though it was mostly Tanjiro. As they spoke, a sudden aroma of ohagi and tea hit Tanjiro and he froze, an almost frown threatening to wilt his smile. Sanemi was here, and he was coming. He turned to Nezuko, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"Nezuko, we have to protect Giyuu-san now, okay? Shinazugawa-san's coming here and he's mean—he's the one who stabbed you, remember?"

Nezuko gave a quick nod, still clinging onto Giyuu's arm.

Giyuu noticed the new presence a second later and Sanemi's appearance became visible as he started down the path towards Giyuu's house and the trio.

"Shinazugawa...? Why is he here?" Giyuu muttered, mostly to himself.

His words brought an instantaneous result and Tanjiro and Nezuko latched onto him, swarming him with distractions. He stumbled slightly at the sudden amount of complete and utter attention, blinking quickly and trying to keep up with their conversations.

Sanemi, who was only a couple yards away now, was scowling. Because of course the Kamado's were here. Of course. But they annoyed him so much and he really wanted to scream now. But he kept going because no doubt Obanai would berate him if he came back and reported that he hadn't even tried.

As he gained closer ground, Tanjiro peeked back and glared furiously at him, his usually soft and smile-graced face now contorted in a stupid, petty frown. Honestly, Sanemi wanted to laugh. And run away. Because Hashira or not he understood perfectly well the overprotectiveness siblings could hold and Giyuu and the Kamados were basically family at this point so he was sure this wouldn't end well.

Nevertheless, he approached Giyuu whose head tilted so adorably in question. As Sanemi went to speak, Nezuko pulled on Giyuu's haori sleeve, mumbling something unintelligible. Apparently, Giyuu understood because he picked her up, bouncing her gently on his hip. Tanjiro skirted in front of Giyuu, creating some sort of human blockade which seemed to be to stop Sanemi from talking. Irritating, but he would have to make do.

"Hey, uh, Tomioka?" Sanemi started. His words were drowned out by a sudden stream of mostly incoherent sentences that Tanjiro shouted, pushing tons of enthusiasm into, shooting Sanemi another glower before going back to Giyuu.

Sanemi let out a breath and said, louder this time, "Tomioka! Tomioka- Uh, God, can you hear me...?"

Giyuu seemed unable to make sense of anything now as Nezuko joined in, huffing and mumbling, adding to the chaos of sound. Tanjiro turned slightly to Sanemi, just enough so he could see the grin that accompanied his chorus of words.

"Shit- Can you guys just shut the fuck up?!" Sanemi snapped, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Nezuko made a sound equivelant to a gasp and gave Sanemi an accusing look, crossing her arms. Tanjiro, delivering a similar reaction, reached up to cover Nezuko's ears.

Giyuu frowned. "Don't swear in front of innocent children, Shinazugawa... It's not very moral."

Sanemi scoffed. "Innocent? They're children of the fucking devil, for god's sake!"

Tanjiro waved his hand at Sanemi as if he were a fly as Giyuu held Nezuko closer to himself protectively. "No, they're not..." he mumbled, looking like he wanted to swat at Sanemi himself now.

Nezuko, noticing an opportunity, promptly burst into tears. Giyuu shot Sanemi a look, muttering, "Look what you've done!" before he attended to the little girl, whispering soft reassurances and patting her head. He carried her into his house, Tanjiro close at his heels.

Sanemi simply stared for a long moment as the door closed behind them. Then he grumbled, turning and stalking back home.

The next day, he stole some of the Sakura Mochi that Obanai had bought for Mitsuri and went back to Giyuu's house. He found Tanjiro and Nezuko there yet again, although luckily Giyuu seemed to be out somewhere at the moment. He approached them more cautiously this time. They both stared up at them from their seats on the ground, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Uh... Here," he said, holding out the Sakura Mochi he had taken. They promptly refused it. He gritted his teeth, suppressing a string of obscenities. "You can have this... It's sweet? You'll like it, I swear."

They didn't budge. He let out a frustrated groan.

"Take it!! Oh, gods, just take it!!" he snapped, barely resisting the urge to crush the mochi and throw it at their faces.

Nezuko crossed her arms and turned her face up, eyes closed indignantly. Tanjiro copied her, mimicking the petty pose. They stayed like that no matter how much Sanemi begged for them to just take the fucking mochi until Giyuu appeared, looking slightly worn out (supposedly, he had been training).

"Huh...? Shinazugawa?" he said, uncertainty lacing his tone.

Sanemi instantly changed his expression, giving him the best smile he could muster through all his frustration and turning away from the Kamados. "Heyy... Tomioka... Hey, uh, can we talk? Preferably somewhere priva-" Sanemi started, cutting himself off with a yelp as Nezuko ambushed him, jumping onto his back.

For a moment, Sanemi was very tempted to grab her leg and throw her into the furthest country from here. But as her arms latched onto his shoulder, holding tightly as to not fall, memories stirred in his mind and he got a different idea. He still did hold onto her legs, but instead wrapped them around his waist, hoisting her up so she would stay, and turning back to Giyuu as if he wasn't just giving a piggy-back ride to the devil of a little girl who had just jumped on him.

"So?... Can we talk?" Sanemi asked, ignoring Giyuu's half bemused, half amused expression.

On Sanemi's back, Nezuko appeared confused because she didn't do anything at first. Then, apparently deciding it wasn't that bad, leaned onto Sanemi, laughter bubbling in her chest.

Of course, Tanjiro quickly decided this wasn't a good thing and snatched Nezuko back, hugging her tightly to his chest.

"He doesn't want to talk, Shinazugawa-san," he said firmly, as if Giyuu had somehow confirmed this.

Meanwhile, Giyuu was just staring at them with an expression that spoke clearly for itself. He really didn't know what to do anymore.

"He never said that," Sanemi argued, glaring at Tanjiro.

"His silence was answer enough!" Tanjiro shot back.

As they bickered back and forth, Giyuu finally spoke up, causing a pause in their conversation.

"Why do you want to talk...? And why do you keep coming to my house?" he asked, frowning. "Are you stalking me?"

Tanjiro looked on the verge of laughter but stopped Sanemi before he could speak, apparently wanting to embarrass him as much as he could. "He wants to ask you out, Giyuu-san."

Giyuu was only more confused. "Ask me... out? We're outside now, though."

Tanjiro shook his head and not for the first time, Sanemi resisted the urge to punch the boy in the face.

"Not literally outside. Shinazugawa-san likes you, I mean. He wants you to be his boyfriend, I think." Tanjiro crossed his arms, turning to glare at Sanemi before freezing when he saw the obvious flush that was spreading on Giyuu's face.

"What?" Giyuu asked. Possibly, he was on fire. Just his face.

Tanjiro sighed. "Nevermind... Please ignore everything I said."

Giyuu, however, did not ignore it. He turned to Sanemi, eyes wide. "You like me? I thought you hated me?"

Sanemi let out a breath, wishing he could crawl into a hole and die—because honestly this was so much worse than he'd imagined. Giyuu deciding he hated him and stabbing him was really a much better result.

"Yeah, well, I don't. Surprise!" Sanemi said, voice taking a sarcastic at the end. He was so ready to just completely drop the whole notion of dating Giyuu if all these difficulties became normality.

Giyuu opened and closed his mouth several times before he spoke. "You want to date me...?"

"Is that not obvious?"

Considering this, Giyuu said, "Are you sure?"

"What, do you need me to spell it out for you? Yes, I want to date you. Will you just respond or something?? Do you wanna go out or not?" Sanemi asked, a bit too harshly.

"I-" Giyuu started.

Tanjiro cut him off. "I don't want you dating him."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. Big surprise there. "Okay? Why?"

"Because you're mean! And you stabbed Nezuko! If you apologize, then maybe..." Tanjiro said, crossing his arms. It was obvious he expected Sanemi not to apologize.

But at this point, Sanemi felt that if he just left all his effort and suffering would be wasted. So, instead, he caved, bending down to talk to Nezuko who was still in Tanjiro's arms.

"Uh... Hey, kid," he said awkwardly. "Sorry...? For hurting you. And breaking your box."

Nezuko considered this, then nodded approvingly. It didn't take much to please her, Sanemi guessed with a triumphant glance at Tanjiro who was not very happy.

"You also have to promise to devote your life to Giyuu-san and never make him sad and-" Tanjiro tried, but Giyuu interrupted.

"Tanjiro... That's too much. He doesn't have to do anything for me," Giyuu said.

"But-" Tanjiro protested, only for Giyuu to cut him off again.

"No, Tanjiro, it's-"

This time, Sanemi butt in, saying, "Yeah, okay, I promise to do my best. Can we get back to the topic??"

Tanjiro sighed. "Fine."

Satisfied, Sanemi turned back to Giyuu. "So?" he prompted.

"I... Yeah, I want to date..." Giyuu mumbled, averting his eyes.

Tanjiro looked very, very irritated but Nezuko had already moved one, playing with Tanjiro's haori sleeve.

Sanemi flashed a smile. "Great."

Ok also have a doodle of Sanemi winning over Nezuko's heart bc why not:

i wrote this in an hour i'm sorry its bad- :'> btw what this is based off of: here

[zushikiss]

may I request a scara college au, with him as our secret admirer, being sweet in the letters he sends us but irl being really rude and mean. He one day catches someone messing with us and then stands up for us and confesses everything in panic after that<3

summary ; scaramouche drops his "i don't care about you" facade to protect you from this annoying boy who just won't stop trying to get your number, he reveals his identity afterwards too ;)

warnings ; red for kazuha, orange for hu tao, green for alb*rt, scara threatens your admirer but none of the actual violence, just him saying he'll break a few bones if albert comes near again, cursing

pairings ; scaramouche x gn!reader

notes ; ahhh i love this idea sm, thank you anon! also i made the letters pictures so that it's easier to read <3

you showed off your dozens of letters to your friends, though they were disinterested since this wasn't exactly your first time ranting about your oh so dear secret admirer, in fact it probably was your nth time talking about him in that week alone, your friend kazuha takes a closer look at the letters before letting a small smile take place on his lips.

"The handwriting looks familliar."

"Huh? Really?"

"Yeah, looks like Scara's handwriting to me."

Ah yes, Scaramouche. The person who you were sure only existed to make your college life a living hell, he pestered you daily, borrowing simple stuff like pens and when you ask for it back he shrugs you off with a "i forgot it at home" or a "i lost it."

"That gremlin? Pfft no way, he hates me with his whole being."

"That's not a lot of hate now, is it?"

And with that your group errupts in laughter, you couldn't help but join in, but kazuha's comment made you think, what if it really was scaramouche writing to you? nahh it can't be, your secret admirer is so sweet, they even bought you your favorite snacks and drinks the other day, comparing them to that evil goblin is truly offensive.

And when you parted with your friends to go to your respective classes you kept thinking about kazuha's comment, I mean scaramouche is attractive yes, but you just can't imagine him doing all the things your secret admirer has done.

On your way to your class you bumped into albert, this creep who just can't seem to read the room, you've rejected him plenty times and you've ignored him for plenty more but he just can't seem to get the hint.

"Name! Oh yeah by the way, are you free tonight? Wanna have dinner with me?"

"Oh albert, I'm sorry but I have to go uhh study for a quiz.."

"Aww c'mon, it'll be quick i promise! Or an even better idea is why don't you give me your number? So we can make plans for when you're finally free."

At this point your back hit the wall behind you since albert just keeps getting closer, you're clearly uncomfortable and you pray to archons above that someone passes by and helps you.

"I really gotta go, I'll be late-"

"Class doesn't start for another 5 minutes, name. What do you say we-"

"Finish that sentence and i'll crush your skull."

Out of nowhere a familiar tuff of indigo hair appeared, his hands were wrapped around albert's collar as he pulls him away from you.

"Hey man?! What the fuck is wrong with you??"

"Name said they're gonna be late. If I hear that you ever come near them again, I won't hesitate to break both your legs so you won't be able to go anywhere."

And with that albert ran off, scaramouche looked at you, his eyes no longer holding the dark aura that they possesed not even a minute ago.

"You okay?"

"Yeah.. Why'd you do that?"

"..do what?"

"Save me? You kinda don't give off that knight in shining armor energy you know?"

"Cause what kinda sick fucker let's the person they like be harassed like that? I spent so much time asking around to know what your favorite foods are so I can get them for you and you think I won't punch a bitch for you?"

And when it finally sets in that he basically just confessed to you his first instinct was to run away, and so he did. He turned his back to you as he started walking away, you grabbed his wrist as a way to stop him before he looks at you, he looked adorable, his cheeks stained red while he averted his eyes, trying to avoid your gaze.

"Are you really?"

"Yeah, look just reject me and let's get this over with."

"Reject? No! You owe me ice cream since you finally introduced yourself."

"What."

"I'd like to go out with you, Scaramouche."

[delusionalwings]

Hey there! Can I request yandere Simeon and Belphie (and maybe Barbs?) (I don't know your character limit yet as I've seen one of your works liked your writing opened blog seen reqs opened and now am typing this-) so uhh, you can choose one of these :>

Them(yanderes) with a famous IDOL Darling☆

― synopsis -> with a famous idol darling

― characters -> simeon, belphie

― gender neutral reader

― headcanons

― warnings -> yandere content, mentions of kidnapping, murder

― notes -> i might do a part 2 if someone wants :")

SIMEON

He was extremely proud of you. He had an entire shrine of your goods that nobody knew about. There was not a show he had missed. The sparkle in your eyes while you performed was angelic to say the least. He was hooked on it. You had pushed him to make his cooking healthier to accommodate your needs. He loved you so much more for helping him improve.

It was just another day of him thinking about new recipes when you entered.

"What? Someone called you fat and ugly?"

Did Simeon hear that right?

You sighed, "Yes... I feel a little down. I am sorry, Simeon but I think I'm going to take a rain check on your cookies. Maybe some other day when I am in the mood."

You kissed him on the cheek and tried your best to smile but unlike on the stage, it came off as halfhearted.

Who were you trying to fool, sunshine? He was perfectly in tune with your moods.

The entire morning was spent baking those cookies. Staring at them now, he felt rage boil inside. Not at you. Never at you!

You sounded so... exhausted, so broken.

Let's see if they can tolerate the level of verbal abuse you were faced with every day. Would they break if they had to follow your diet, shout till their throat hurt and stand the majority of the day? He would show your videos to them and if they dared fall asleep, he would kick them awake. No rest for them. No joy for them. A continuous cycle of pain.

How could he just sit and do nothing?

He was your guardian angel. Your good luck charm. Your protector. He must eliminate every danger that came your way.

His wrath must engulf those bastards. He would find those scums and teach them a lesson. They needed to understand how difficult your life was. Daily practice with hardly any cheat days was exhausting. Having to smile and hide behind a mask and not being able to express yourself because of the brand. Which part of it sounded easy? How could they even proclaim to like you as an idol when they couldn't respect you. They needed to be taught basic respect.

They needed to live it in extreme mode. If they cried, he would remind them that nobody cared to hear the voice of useless scum like them.

BELPHEGOR

Whatever motif you might have started out with, your current image was of an idol whose fans disappeared mysteriously after a meet-and-greet with you. Somehow your agency came up with a brilliant idea to use that to their advantage and now your fan base had expanded. Mystery lovers were attracted to you because of the 'ghost' stories and rumors surrounding you.

A lot changed since you started out on the stage and gained popularity but nobody seemed to wonder how you felt. That was until one fine day Belphie decided to learn your point of view while you cuddled him.

"Well," you started, "I just... I worry if the rumors are true. I understand the need for publicity in the industry but I hope nobody is actually hurt."

Belphie sleepily reassured you. Don't worry about matters out of your control. A menacing glint had appeared in his eyes at the sudden rush of memories.

Why they were worse than just hurt! What else did they expect when those 'fans' touched you, shook hands with you, clicked pictures with you, complimented you and professed their undying love for you? All in front of Belphie. You didn't expect him to turn a blind eye to them right? He could have been only too glad to dump their rotting bodies in front of their house but he refrained. He didn't want the number of your fans to dwindle because of worse rumors.

Ah! His mood soured. He turned towards you and kissed you softly.

"Let's not talk about it now. Come sleep with me."

[astrophileous]

Love Bugs (Pt. 01)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): 18+ NSFW SMUT, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight mdom/fsub dynamic, praise kink (?), dubious consent (only because both of them are kinda drunk), alcohol consumption, cursing (a lot of it)

Word Count: 3700-ish

Author's Note: sooo I used to write for law and order svu a long time ago on my old account, but I haven't really picked up fanfiction writing for a long time now, but this is definitely a first time for me writing smut so pls keep that in mind lol. that being said, I was absolutely APPALLED by the lack of derek fanfics on this platform, hence why I decided to take matters into my own hand and wrote this little piece right here :) this fic is gonna be divided into several parts and I'll try to post an update asap. the tw will be adjusted accordingly on each part of the fic. I'll also be making a masterlist for the whole series hopefully sooner rather than later. in the meantime, I hope you enjoy the story below and don't forget to drop a like/comment/reblog xoxo

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Since the first time you met him, Derek Morgan was never less than 200 pounds of danger and charm, and he wore that fact with immense pride.

"I'm Derek," he offered smoothly, palm extended to shake yours the moment Hotch introduced you to the team.

"Nice to meet you," was your reply. His hand felt sturdy against your clammy one. "You can call me (Y/N). Or Beetle. Whichever works."

"Beetle?" Someone in the room interjected. You were pretty sure her name was Emily. "How'd you get Beetle from (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?"

"It's a childhood nickname. Kinda stuck." You shrugged. "It's a long story."

That was how everything started.

Flirtatious was Derek's second nature. You convinced yourself not to be swayed by the sweet nothings he kept on dropping wherever he went, especially when you began to understand more about his dynamics with Penelope Garcia. You were just another side quest in his little game, and Derek was merely eager to be the number one top player in the leaderboard.

But your heart, unfortunately, had always been much more vulnerable than your head.

And Derek Morgan, as you came to find out, was its biggest kryptonite.

"Hey, Bug." Derek had approached you after one particularly grisly case. The nickname he had chosen to adopt for you after a couple of weeks being on the team dripped easily from his tongue. "Drinks afterwards?"

"Sure. Who else is coming?"

"Just us two tonight, sweetheart." He winked.

You should have seen it coming.

You should have known that getting drinks late at night with Derek Morgan--alone--was going to be the start of your rapid downfall.

Derek Morgan was the kryptonite to your heart.

Yet then again, you always knew you were secretly a masochist.

"Okay, okay, back up a minute," Derek choked out in between laughter. "That's how you got the nickname Beetle?"

You were quite enjoying the sight in front of you. Twinkled eyes, carefree Derek, who was finally able to let himself loose thanks to the alcohol in his system. The smile lines on his face miraculously made him appear younger, and you could almost catch a glimpse of the young, ambitous football star he once had been before he began pursuing the life of law and justice.

"Yep." You nodded sheepishly, stirring the remaining liquor in the glass in front of you. "I didn't know, okay? How was I supposed to know that beetles can reproduce and multiply that much in the span of a couple of weeks? And frankly, I blame my teachers for failing to satisfy the curiosity of an eight-year old me."

"Alright. Blame the underappreciated heroes of this country, then. How were they supppsed to know you'd actually manage to cause a beetle infestation, Bug?" He pointed an accusatory finger at you. "Please tell me you got punished."

"I did. Mandatory volunteer work." Derek stared in disbelief at your answer. "Well, they wanted to suspend me, but my mother could be very persuasive."

"Meaning, she threatened to sue the school?" Derek raised an eyebrow, remembering the one time you told him that your mom was a lawyer before she passed away.

The rest of the night unraveled similarly. With more anecdotes shared and less sobriety kept, conversation with Derek flowed effortlessly. It felt like a swimmer being back in the water after a year-long sabbatical. Before the two of you realized it, hours had passed since you and Derek first stumbled into that bar, and the finale of an exhausting day had at last morphed into the premiere of a better one.

At Derek's insistence, he accompanied you on the taxi ride back to your apartment, ignoring the constant protest that you kept voicing out loud during the entire journey.

"This is absolutely unnecessary. I told you I'm fine," you grumbled as you staggered from the taxi towards your apartment bulding.

Derek caught up with you easily despite having to linger back to pay for the taxi fare. You stopped on the steps leading towards the front door, too busy fishing for your apartment key to notice that your balance had started slipping from your state of inebriation.

You laughed drunkenly when you felt yourself fall into a pair of strong arms. "Whoopsies. Sorry."

"Careful, Bug. Don't hurt yourself," Derek muttered softly.

Your whole body shuddered at the sensation of his breath on your ear. Derek had never felt this close before. Not even when you hugged each other goodbye or when you embraced one another after a close call in one of your cases. This time, his arms around you felt intimate. That fact alone managed to sober you up even if only for a fraction.

"Okay. I'm okay."

You scrambled out of Derek's firm but gentle hold, finally producing the offensive key from your purse before inserting it into the key hole.

"Thanks for taking me home. You didn't have to."

"I know." Derek raised his fingers, pushing away the strands of hair that had fallen over your eyes as a consequence of the passing wind. "I wanted to."

You stood there under the darkness, body nailed in place by a force far greater than anything you ever knew. Derek was looking at you with an unidentifiable gaze. One that seemed to burn brightly beneath his eyes, but warm and tender once they fell upon your skin.

The intensity was new. Overwhelming. It struck your core, stripping you bare of any defense left in both your body and soul.

Perhaps, that was exactly why the next words even managed to leave your mouth.

"You're pretty."

And God, he really was.

Derek Morgan was beautiful. All six feet and two inches of him. He looked pretty in the mornings when he slid a warm cup of hazelnut latte across your desk, and he looked just as pretty in the evening under the delicate strokes of moonlight.

At the sight of his amused beam in response to your sudden remark, you began to contemplate why anyone hadn't tried to claim him as the eighth wonder of the world.

"I'm pretty?"

"Very."

"I think you're prettier."

"Hm?"

Derek took another step forward, closing the distance between the two of you until the air you exhaled became the very one he breathed in.

"Good night, (Y/N)." The rare sound of your name out of his mouth made you shiver.

Derek exterminated the remaining gap between the two of you. For a second, your entire nerve endings stood in anticipation, waiting for the moment that his plush lips would touch yours.

They never did.

Instead, his kiss had landed on your cheek, viciously close to where the line of your lips started that you could almost picture how he would taste when you closed your eyes.

Derek started to pull away, but he never got further than a mere centimeter before you decided to take matters into your own hand and pressed your own lips to his inviting ones.

He tasted of alcohol and mint. But most importantly, he tasted of Derek. A distinctive sweetness that erupted the dormant butterfiles in the pit of your stomach. They began to soar freely inside of you under the influence of Derek's touch.

Your entire being was on fire. What started as sweet and alleviating soon turned into a contest of desperation. Before you knew it, you somehow had managed to unlock the front door and moved inside, all the way to the door of your own apartment.

When he nipped your bottom lip, you couldn't help but moan into the kiss.

"Fuck," Derek murmured against your lips after hearing the needy sound you just made. "Fuck me."

"I'm trying to," you said impatiently, scrambling to get ahold of his collar and brought his lips back to where they belonged.

Your ministrations screeched to a halt with Derek's hands around your wrists. "Hey. No, Bug. Stop."

Derek took a step back then, letting your hands fall back to your side. He never strayed far from where you stood against the wooden door, but even that tiny bit of distance was enough to make you crave more of him.

You needed to feel his body pressed up against yours, to have him incredibly close that you had no idea where he ended and you began.

"Derek, please..."

You should have been ashamed by how wretched your voice sounded, but you didn't care. You wanted him past the point of caring.

His smile was gentle and forlorn at the same time. "No, sweetheart. Not tonight."

Just like that, your heart plummeted straight out of your chest. "What?"

"Go inside, (Y/N). Get some sleep."

"No!"

Had it been any other day or any other person, you would have chastised yourself for your lack of propriety. But it wasn't any other person standing in front of you. It was Derek. Beautiful, kind, and courageous Derek. Your friend. Your kryptonite.

The oblivious owner of your heart.

"Don't go," you whispered. "Come inside. Stay with me tonight."

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

Your gut churned with dread. "Y-you don't?"

"Christ. I didn't mean it like that. Hey, look at me." He tugged a finger under your chin, forcing your eyes to stare into his dark ones. "You have no idea how much I want to. But you're drunk."

"So are you."

"Exactly my point."

"Derek--"

"I'm not gonna have you forget our first time in the morning just because you were too drunk to remember it, Bug."

The urge to chortle was almost unbearable.

Derek seemed to notice the comical mischief shining in your eyes. "What?"

"It's funny that you think I would ever forget the first time we fuck."

A breathy laugh rumbled out of his chest. "You're a menace, woman."

"A menace who wants you. Please, Derek," you started to whine. "I'm sober enough to give my consent. Hell, I could even recite the entire FBI oath to prove it if you want. You wanna see? I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), do solemnly swear that I will support and defend--"

"Bug--"

"--the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic--"

"(Y/N)--"

"--that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same--"

You never did finish reciting the remainder of that oath.

The taste of Derek's lips on yours was an interruption you'd gladly welcome at any time of day. Through some sort of miracle, you managed to drag the two of you inside the safety of your apartment without ever breaking the kiss.

When it was time to come up for air, Derek's voice was raspy in your ear, "Sweetheart, I think--"

You didn't give him a chance to protest.

The kisses you peppered started on his neck. When your teeth gritted over his pulse point, Derek let out a low moan that vibrated through your entire being.

"Oh God..."

You continued showering kisses down his body, enjoying the way Derek had been bespelled by the magic of your touch. The buttons of his shirt came undone, and when you finally fell to your knees in front of him, you sucked hard on the skin where his abs met his pelvis.

"Shit. (Y/N), you don't... we don't have to--"

"For God sake, will you shut up?" You chuckled. "Did you not hear anything I said? Or should I just demonstrate how badly I want you right now?"

You took Derek's lack of further objections as permission to go ahead.

His buckle and pants came off pretty quickly. The next to go was his boxer, and the sight that greeted you afterward had your most intimate part gushing in excitement.

You wrapped your fingers around his hardening length. Tentatively at first, but the blissed out look on Derek's face only spurred you on even further.

"Is this okay?"

Derek gulped down before answering, "Yes."

You began to move your hand up and down, feeling Derek going stiffer and stiffer in your hand.

"Holy fuck," Derek cursed when you took his tip in your mouth.

He tasted divine on your tongue. It took a little while for your muscles to fully relax around his impressive size, but when they did, you began to bob your head back and forth, moving in tandem with the hand still wrapped around the rest of him that you couldn't fit entirely in your mouth.

"Yeah, just like that, pretty bug. You're doing so good," he panted.

Derek continued giving his praises, his words--along with his fingers in your hair--doing things to your body that had your thighs clamping down tightly. You began rocking in rhythm with the pace of your head and hand, trying to put pressure against the pulsing need inside your warmth.

"Fuck. Trying to relieve yourself, sweetheart? Sucking me off gets you all hot and needy, huh?" Derek moaned at the sight of you on your knees, teary eyed and full of him, writhing from the budding heat in the pit of your stomach.

You gave him one last suck before he pulled you up to your feet.

"Come here," Derek ordered before kissing you fervently.

He maneuvered the two of you from the doorway, following the direction to the bedroom that you had vaguely gestured at him. Once inside, Derek pushed you towards the bed while he threw his shirt onto the floor.

"You're naked," you mused in between giggles.

"And you're overdressed," he retorted. Your hands began to undo the buttons of your shirt before Derek's hand stopped them. "Let me."

He discarded your shirt in no time, your bra following not far behind.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered before leaving feathery kisses across your collarbone.

He started sucking on your nipple while fiddling the other one, enjoying the way your body reacted to every stroke of his tongue and every pinch of his fingers.

"Derek, please. I want to... I want--"

"Hm?" Derek paused his ministrations, keeping his hand busy by running it up and down your side. "What do you want, pretty bug? Tell me."

"I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you."

You whined. "You know what I meant."

With a chuckle, Derek left one last kiss on your breastbone before continuing his erotic journey southward. After sucking a mark underneath your belly button, he started fumbling with the button of your slacks.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart. You're soaked," he mulled out loud once you were free of the confine of your pants.

Even with your panties still standing as a barrier between Derek and your mound, you could feel every breath that Derek blew against your most sensitive part. There was no doubt surrounding the truth behind Derek's words. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs. It didn't exactly help that Derek had begun littering tiny kisses around your hip and pelvic bones.

When his lips made contact with your clothed core, the strangled moan you let out almost sounded animalistic.

"You taste so good," Derek said before diving in once again. "I could spend an eternity between your legs and die a very happy man."

"That's nice, but I don't want you to die just yet."

You tugged at his neck to bring his face back to yours, pressing both of your lips together in another heated kiss that had your toes curling inward.

"No more playing, please. I need you inside me right now," you rasped desperately.

"I still need to get you ready for me, sweetheart." Derek pecked your lips once more. "Why don't you lie back and relax, hm?"

Gingerly, you followed Derek's instruction. He made a quick work of removing your panties before his deft fingers began exploring your folds.

"So wet for me."

He inserted one finger at first, two, and then three inside your pulsing channel. It was a bit of a stretch, tight but not uncomfortable. Derek slid them in and out of you until you turned into a panting mess underneath him.

"Derek--"

He shushed you gently. "I know, Bug. I know."

He worked as if he was a musician and you were his favorite piece of instrument. The heel of his palm found solace on top of your bundle of nerves, drawing circles over and over again to the rhythm of his fingers inside of you.

Before long, you could feel the coil inside of your body snapping, sending your whole entire being shaking as you fell to the edge of a newfound ecstasy.

Throughout all of it, Derek kept his fingers sliding in and out of you, helping you ride your orgasm until your body had finally stopped spasming.

When you opened your eyes, you were welcomed with Derek's awed smile and warm eyes.

"Hi, gorgeous," you murmured breathlessly, still floating along the aftermath of your earlier pinnacle.

"Hey," he whispered back, kissing your temple with the most delicate of touches. "How are you feeling?"

"Blisfully sated."

Derek laughed at your overtly honest answer.

"Are you tired?" he then asked. "Because we don't have to do anything else if you feel--"

"Derek Morgan, I swear to God. If you try to talk me out of this one more time..."

His responding grin was mischievous. "Yes, ma'am."

After one last kiss to your lips, Derek started lining himself up with your entrance. The sensation of his tip pressing against you awakened the momentarily satiated hunger inside your lower belly. And when he finally entered you--slowly but surely--you could physically feel the air being punched right out of your lungs.

"Oh my God," you breathed out once he had filled you to the brim. "You're huge."

"And you're so fucking tight."

He pulled out his length until only his tip was left inside before driving back in with enough force to shatter your entire world. In no time at all, Derek had finally found a steady rhythm. Moving in and out of you while his lips and hands paid attention to the other parts of your body.

"Derek, Derek, Derek," you moaned his name endlessly, relishing every drag of his member against the pulsating muscles of your inner wall.

You could feel every ridge of him inside of you, along with every brush of kisses that he scattered all over your skin, every lazy drag of fingers on the curvatures of your body. All of your senses had been heightened around the presence of him.

"So fucking beautiful. Fuck. Such a good bug for me, hm? So desperate for my cock that you couldn't even wait to sober up."

The heat of Derek's words fueled your fire even further. You began to writhe underneath him, scrambling to make sure that every inch of you was touching every part of him.

"Tell me how good I'm making you feel," Derek ordered between his thrusts.

"So good, Derek. Oh God, you feel so good inside of me. Please, please, please."

Your desperation was the motivation he needed. Derek shifted you both until he was on his knees and your body lying halfway across his lap. When he continued to move again, the vigor of his pace nearly had you seeing stars.

"You feel like heaven, pretty bug. So tight and warm. Bet no one can fuck you as good as I do."

"No one, Derek. No one."

"Are you close, sweetheart? Hm? Tell me how close you are."

"I'm close. So close," you cried out. "I'm gonna... Derek, I'm gonna--"

As if he was reading your mind, Derek brought down his fingers and started drawing tight circles on your clit. All the while, he never relented the pace he had set inside your pussy.

"You wanna cum?" Derek groaned as he continued to nudge you further towards the edge.

You blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over, nodding your head frantically.

"Use your words, Bug."

"Yes, yes. I wanna cum. Please, Derek, make me cum."

And just like that, Derek sent a powerful thrust that had your toes curling, ears buzzing, and body shuddering.

Your second orgasm washed over you in big, tidal waves. A silent scream broken into desperate pleas and moans as you rode the high with Derek still inside of you. It didn't take long for him to follow behind. The sensation of you cumming around him became the very thread of his own undoing.

He spilled everything he had inside of you before his spent body fell into your arms. The air was heavy with the smell of sex and the panting of both of your breaths. You reveled in the aftermath of what just transpired, running your hands up and down the muscular back of the person responsible for your satisfied smile.

When Derek finally lifted his head up, he was adorning a smile identical to the one you had.

"That was--" you started, but struggled to find the right word to say.

Fortunately, Derek knew exactly what you meant. "Yes. Yes, it was."

He left a single kiss, then two, and three under your breast, before resting his chin back on the soft cushion of your abdomen.

"Derek?"

"Hm?"

You smiled at his tired hum. "You're sleepy, aren't you?"

"No," he replied, betraying the slight droop in his voice.

"That's okay. Go to sleep, baby."

You weren't even sure that Derek had heard your last statement, because not even two seconds later, he had started snoring softly against your skin.

Slowly as to not disturb the sleeping giant on top of your body, you pulled the comforter and tugged the edge across Derek's shoulders. Before long, you, too, were slipping into the deep slumber with Derek's steady intakes of breath as your lullaby.

Derek's weight on top of you was an anchor, one that you could have never dreamed of physically having outside of your hopeless fantasies. But Derek was real, and he was there with you in the comfort of your bedroom.

For a moment, everything was alright with the world. But then again, this was only the beginning of an unforeseen end. And as much as you wanted to convince yourself otherwise, you knew that inevitably, something was bound to go wrong.

You just hoped that when it did, you would have the strength to make it all right again.

[puffskeeter]

Hey I’m such a big fan of your art and I very much enjoy watching your YouTube channel 🤍🤍

And I want to ask you why you don’t ship the ppgxrrb and I want to hear your opinion about it which I can very much respect.

Plus another question that what type of fashion you think your au of the Powerpuff, Rowdyruff, and your Original Characters fall into between I really love how you draw them?

OMG TYSM!! I think i've seen your comments on my videos and TYSM for those too!! :D

I'll make a seperate post for my fashions/aesthetics for RRBORN characters! this one is pretty long even though i wanted it to be short lolz

Why i dont actively ship PPGxRRB:

I'm scrapping my drafted essay post about this for now because its really uncalled for and unnecessary. IDK sorry to anyone who looked forwards 2 it, but i just dont think i illustrate my point very well and more than half of it is lowkey a biased vent post and pure rambling. Either way this is the TLDR for the post you'll never see LOL.

But actually, I do ship PPGxRRB, i've just drifted away from it over the years. I think one of the biggest 'problems' i have with PPG x RRB is mainly with the portrayal of it. My main issue is with how a lot of people mischaracterize the RRB/PPG and completely deconstruct them as characters so that they can be love interests for the eachother and nothing more. One of my points in my scrapped post was that; I have no idea how an entire fandom managed to gender-bend the Bechdel test, but it is rare that i find PPGxRRB media where the RRB have actual lives, interests, hobbies, and friends that have nothing to do with the PPG. Half the time they can barely have a thought if it isn't about the PPG. As i said, Gender-bent Bechdel test.

Another point was that: ppgxrrb has gained a horrible reputation for itself over the years. Back in its "Glory" days, Toxic fans of the ships had bulldozed anything that differs from their favorite empty dynamics. Those usually being The Reds, Blues, and Greens. Nowadays i still see almost nothing in the realms of variety between creators interpretations of the ships. Almost every time i see a PPGxRRB post, it can fit into a set dynamic that the ship is already infamous for.

I want to be able to see the creators love and passion for their ships. I want to know how and why these characters ended up together. If a story is to be told, i want to hear it. I know that the majority of PPGxRRB creators are, by default, amateurs (they dont get paid and its not on a professional scale), but after seeing the exact same badly written love story hundreds , maybe even thousands of times with little-to-no variety, I've gotten bored and tired of people devaluing my favorite characters to be nothing more than overplayed dynamics and shipping fuel.

A lot of people like shipping because of the dynamics, but ship dynamics don't hook me in, and ive noticed that most PPGxRRB stuff is purely ship dynamics and nothing more. Theres nothing wrong with loving ship dynamics or being drawn to ships for their specific dynamics! I just dont care about dynamics, i care about chemistry and story. But most amateurs cant effectively show the chemistry or write the story, a lot of them can barely characterize the 2 characters in their ships.

FYI this isnt about anyone specific or even many recent fans of PPGxRRB. I've been in/around the online PPG fandom since before 2016, and a lot of my thoughts/feelings on the matter have a lot to do with stuff that happened over the years i've loved this series, and more specifically, The RowdyRuff Boys.

To be clear: When i say that they are mischaracterized, i'm not talking about HC's. I'm just tired of seeing the PPG and RRB dulled down into one-note personalities with stereotypical characterization and almost always no tangible character development. A love story is still a story, and a lot of shippers seem to half ass the "story" for favor of the "love".

I dont hate or even dislike PPG x RRB. I'm just really tired of rarely seeing people do the RRB justice, and i want these characters to be treated with the full respect that i think they deserve.

WOW this post is way to long already... still a lot shorter than my OG post. Sorry for being insane about the RRB. it will happen again.

[chains-of-destiny]

Monthly Progress Update #6

Hey everyone!

We've reached the end of another month—I hope October treated you all well! 😊

Note about the project:

This month, I focused on the Chapter 1 and prologue rewrites. I went through all your suggestions (thank you so much to everyone who shared feedback!), and I've implemented most of them to help make this game better.

Just some of the things that were accomplished this month:

A reworked prologue

A fully rewritten parade scene with different activities you can participate in.

A reworked Archibald scene in Part 1 where you will be able to choose your MC's stance regarding their grandfather and House Serin's fall from grace.

An expanded cheat menu: Now you can adjust personality values, relationship values, the MC's appearance, stats, and much more.

More options for how the MC interacts with their sister, including a choice to just remain apathetic.

Added stoic options to most choices for more variety.

Completed the beginnings of a Codex that will eventually contain lore and world-building details, but I mainly focused on the actual text before writing lore.

Also added some smaller suggestions and just generally tried to improve the text, add some choices here and there, remove unnecessary lines, or add clarification where needed.

Progress:

Here's where the rewrite stands:

Prologue: 100% complete

Chapter 1, Part 1: 50% complete

Chapter 1, Part 2: 20% complete

Codex: 10% complete

Closing note

I had a bit of a setback in October due to illness and personal commitments, but I'm aiming to make November a productive month. Hopefully, I can wrap up the rewrite of Chapter 1 by month's end.

Thank you all for your support and patience—it means a lot. See you next month!

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Hey, y'all!! Soooo originally, I planned to have this story finished last month but finishing homework for class & writing Halloween projects took up a lot of my time. So I'm finishing this story this month! I have three updates for y'all today & I'll be updating the last three chapters next week. Thank you all for your patience & continued support. Love you! Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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NINETEEN: AIN’T TOO PROUD TO BEG.

You lie in bed in the pink dawn coming through your window, your body throbbing with need.

Your bed is soaked in sweat that isn’t just from the summer heat. Even your loose satin slip can’t afford you any relief. Your sheets have been tossed off of you, your o​​wn doing from the night before, and your hair is wrapped protectively in a satin wrap that is now soaked in sweat. 

You ignore the way your body feels, paying no mind to the throb between you ​​legs. Helping yourself out wouldn’t do much for you anyway. It never has…no since that night. 

Once again, you’ve awakened from your hot, forbidden dream of you squished between the two men you’ve forbidden yourself from loving, limbs tangled, lips locked, hips grinding against one another. You can still hear their moans and taste them on your tongue despite them just being apparitions created by your own horny ass mind. 

For the last two days, these fantasies are all that you have of the duo despite them living in the same house as you. But from the way things have been since the hoedown Friday night, they may as well just be ghosts of your past that continue to haunt you. If it weren’t for the conversations you’ve heard them have with your parents, you’d think they were gone. 

For the last two days since the party, Geto and Gojo haven’t spoken to you. They pretty much keep to themselves now, purposely waking up before you do or leaving the house while you’re in it. Whether it’s to fetch supplies from town or help your papa in the farm, they avoid you at all costs. At night, it gets no better. You often hear them whisper to each other in their bedroom, but you don’t ever try to speak to them. 

It really fucking hurts, but you’re no better. You’ve been avoiding them too since that embarrassing night. You make excuses to eat in your room during mealtimes or take your horse for rides in an effort to be away from them. You busy yourself helping your parents to distract yourself from the nagging thoughts of that night. It’s been a war for the past two days and you’re quickly losing. 

The truth is you don’t feel bad about what you did with the Gunslingers. And that’s what makes you feel bad. You know that that night was a mistake, that you never should’ve allowed yourself to get involved with your partners.

But despite this logic, you also can’t deny how right it felt being with them in such a lewd, primal way. They knew all of your favorite spots just by paying attention to your body. They knew how to kiss and touch you. Even when you showered that night, you wished you could’ve kept their scent on you. 

As much as you want to talk to them, you don’t want to be the first one to do so. You’ve got your pride. Plus, what good would it do? You can’t be with men like them. It just wouldn’t work. “Dammit,” you sigh, sitting up in bed. Time to go for a ride. 

You leave your bed, shower, and dress ​​in your riding boots, shorts, and a loose tunic before heading out to the barn. Eren is the only one awake when you venture outside to the barn, tending to the chickens that cluck and sing in the dawn. He looks over at you when you step into the barn. “Hey, you,” he chirps, a smile on his face. “Whatcha doin’ up so early?” 

Tryin’ to clear my head and distract myself over t​​he amazing sex I had with my partners that may never happen again because we won’t talk to each other and everything’s a mess. 

“Oh,” you sigh. “Just wanted to take a ride, but I’d rather fix y’all breakfast. Any fresh eggs?” 

Eren nods at the basket of eggs he picked earlier. Silently, you go over and begin plucking some out, placing them in your dress. The air is tense, thick with unsaid words. Eren awkwardly clears his throat. “So how’d you sleep?” he asks.

You resist the urge to sigh. “Pretty good,” you reply. You know he’s trying to avoid asking you about the elephant in the room. He’s been trying all weekend. 

You almost wish he would stop and just say it…until he does. “YN, darlin’,” he begins. “I know you may not wanna talk about this none, but…well, it’s eatin’ at your mother and I. It has been since Friday night.”

You finally wither and turn to him, looking into his firm gaze. “Pappa–” 

“I don’t care about you bein’ with this boys because you’re a grown woman,” he continues, putting up a weathered hand. “You can make decisions on your own. But I need to know that you’re okay and that them Gunslingers are bein’ good to you.” He fixes you with a look that says, ‘Don’t lie to me.’ 

But how can you, his daughter, in good conscious tell him about your complicated relationship with the same men that saved your life?

“Papa,” you firmly say, “there’s nothin’ goin’ on between us. We’re just friends and that’s it. Friday night was just a result of some pride BS.” You don’t mention the sex, but you have a feeling that he already knows. 

He raises one brow beneath his hat and sizes you up before he puts up his hands in defense. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll leave it at that then.” You sigh in relief, glad to hear that. You hope it lasts. 

“Well, me and your mama are goin’ out later. We’ll be makin’ a short travel to the county next door to deliver some goods and make a sale, so you and the men will be holdin’ down the fort till next mornin’.” 

You blink at him, your stomach turning. So you’ll be in the house with Geto and Gojo alone for the next 24 hours? Why don’t you trust yourself with that? “Okay then,” you say. “And yes, before you ask, I’ll be okay. I know how to cook and shoot.” Eren chuckles, the previous conversation forgotten. 

For the rest of the day, you help your mom pack and see her and your papa off that afternoon. They’ve already got their wooden cart full of goods (fresh eggs, herbs, vegetables, baked pasteries, etc.) plus their luggage. Eren sits on the bench behind his horse, petting its mane. 

“Yuri, c’mon!” he shouts from the driver’s seat. “This horse ain’t gon’ drive the cart itself!”

Yuri glares at her husband, standing in her traveling outfit of a floral dress and a hat. “Hang on, Mr. Bossy! I’m just makin’ sure our daughter is feelin’ comfortable bein’ here by herself.” You smile down at your mom, squeezing her shoulder. “Mama, I’m fine and I won’t be alone.” Unfortunately. 

“Yes, but I need to feel comfortable as your mama.” She gives you a firm stare and you know you’re about to get a pop quiz. “Now, what do you need to do before sundown?” she asks. 

You remember the rundown she gave you during breakfast this morning while Geto and Gojo were showering. “Make sure all the animals are fed,” you automatically answer. 

She nods, pleased. “And what do you do before bed?” 

“Lock all of the doors and windows, and make sure the stove is cut off.” 

“And where are the guns?” 

“In your closet in a black box under your old wedding dress.” 

Yuri smiles with pride. “Good girl,” she praises you, squeezing your shoulders. She then leans in to whisper in your ear as if she has a secret. “And if you ever feel uncomfortable, go to a neighbor’s and call us. We’ll come right home.” 

You know she’s referring to Geto and Gojo. Though being alone with them makes you nervous due to the sexual tension simmering between you now, you know that they won’t do anything you’d be uncomfortable with. You trust them. But you don’t trust yourself anymore.

“I’ll be fine, Mama,” you assure her. “Don’t you worry ‘bout me. Now go before Papa leaves without you.” 

Yuri smiles and hugs you tight against her. “I love you,” she murmurs. “We’ll call when we arrive.”

She finally heads off to join Eren on the cart and with one snap of the leather reins, the horse takes off. You wave as the horse totters off up the trail with them, both of your parents waving back even when they get farther and farther away. When they finally disappear into the horizon, you hurry to do your chores now in an effort to distract yourself. 

But no matter how much you sweep the floor or feed the animals or brush the horses or rinse, slice, and boil vegetables for beef and chicken stew, you can’t distract yourself for much longer. The more you hear the Geto’s heavy footfalls from upstairs and hear Gojo’s whistles from outside, the more you feel your need increasing. 

You want them. No…you need them. You need to talk to them. You can’t go on acting as if what happened didn’t happen. Maybe you can at least apologize? Even if you never get to pursue a romantic relationship with the two, you at least want to discuss what happened and bury the hatchet, especially if you’re able to venture off to kill Benji soon. You’ll need to work together. 

So as you fix supper in the early afternoon hours, you make a plan to confront them tonight. As the day wanes on, the anticipation for tonight grows and so does your yea​rning. When the sun finally sets and the moon hangs full in the sky, you finally finish fixing dinner and store the pots of beef and chicken stew on the stove to cool for later. You can’t eat, mostly because you’ve been cooking for hours but also because of your anxiety. 

To stall yourself further, you fix a pitcher of sweet tea using your mama’s recipe. As you stew the tea and slice lemons and mint, you think of what you’ll say to Geto and Gojo: “Can we talk for a minute?”

“I’m sorry about what happened…I mean, it was good, but it wasn’t good for us.”

“I just don’t want this to fuck things up between us. We make a great team.” 

After an hour of stalling, you finally bite the bullet and go through with your plan. You pour two glasses of cold iced tea for them duo before venturing upstairs to find them. You go to their bedroom door and clear your throat,

trying to keep calm despite your rapid heartbeat. “Boys?” you call. “Can we talk for a minute? I’ve got some sweet tea here for y’all and I fixed dinner.” 

There is no answer. Turning to the side because of your occupied hands, you use your elbow to push at the door. Shockingly, it opens, revealing an empty bedroom. “Boys?” you ask again. You poke your head in, examining the mess of clothes, shoes, and empty backpacks on the bed. 

You’re so busy trying to decode what this means that you barely hear the footsteps behind you. You turn, finding Geto and Gojo standing behind you in shock at you standing in their room. “Y/N,” Geto says, startled. “What are you doin’?” 

“Where were y’all?” you demand, saying the first words that pop into your brain. 

“Puttin’ the animals away so your dad won’t have to deal with ‘em when he gets back. What are you doin’?” Geto repeats the question, this time more firmly than before. That irks you for some reason. What is he hiding? 

You slam the glasses down on a nearby piece of furniture, angered. “Da hell is this?” you ask, motioning to their bags. “Are y’all leavin’ or somethin’? I thought y’all said you’d stay here while we’re in Willow Springs.” 

Gojo shares a look with Geto. “Uh…w-well, we weren’t plannin’ on stayin’ here any longer,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, Suguru?” He nudges his partner for help. “Y/N,” he sighs, “we need to talk. We weren’t plannin’ on you seein’ any of this.”

You scowl at them.  “What do you mean?” you demand. “Are y’all leavin’ Willow Springs tonight?” You hope they say no. You hope that this is just a misunderstanding. “Not tonight,” Geto somberly replies. “We were just plannin’ ahead.” 

“Plannin’ ahead to what?” you hiss, tired of them beating around the bush. “To leave me here? You weren’t even gonna say goodbye?”

You feel a pang of hurt at the idea of them up and leaving you here. “No,” Geto answers, his eyes flashing. “We were gonna talk to you about this beforehand. We wouldn’t have done that to you.” 

“But you damn well were just gonna leave me here,” you argue, motioning at the evidence on the bed. “I thought y’all weren’t leavin’ until I recovered.”

Which you have, but you’re still not quite 100%. “And you have plenty of more time to recover, darlin’,” Gojo says, nodding down at your ankle. “Just with us not in the way. You got a chance to live the life you’ve always wanted now!” 

‘But that life ain’t nothin’ with you,’ you think, but you stamp the thought down. Silence descends upon you, tense and thick. “What is this about?” you whisper. “Is this about what happened?” 

Geto’s eyes flash with meaning and hidden passion. “No,” he answers, but you can tell that he is lying. “Gojo and I have been talkin’ about this for a while now and we think it would be better that you stay here while we look for Benji ourselves.” 

You already had a feeling what their plan was, but hearing it come from his lips feels like a bullet going through you. “W-What?” you stammer, shocked. “But what about our deal? I still haven’t held up my end of the bargain yet. I…” You pause, willing the tears threatening to push pass your eyes away.

“I thought we were a team,” you softly say. “I thought that…that…”

You once again pause, unable to spill those words. I thought we were something.

Both outlaws slowly walk into the bedroom, the door shutting behind them. “Y/N, we’re doin’ this because we care so much about you,” Geto softly says. “Please try to understand–” 

“I don’t need to understand shit!” you bark, barely startling the two men. “I can’t believe that after all this time and everythin’ we’ve been through, y’all just wanna abandon me like this? What, you think I can’t handle it?” 

“Damn right, you can’t,” Gojo snaps and it takes you aback. “Look at your foot, Y/N. You may be able to linedance, but you sure as hell can’t run and duck from some bullets.” Geto instinctively moves in between you to stop you from charging at his partner. “And who says?” you growl. 

Gojo slides his shades off, revealing two sapphires narrowing at you. “We say,” he answers, his voice dipping dangerously low. “Don’t start playin’ with me now, little girl, or–” 

“Or what?” you cut in. “You’ll fuck me and then forget me like ya did at the party?” Gojo’s irked expression fades. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?” he asks, having the nerve to sound confused. “This ain’t about what happened, Y/N.” 

You roll your eyes, stepping farther away from them in opt for the other side of the bedroom. “You’re a horrible liar when you wanna be, Gojo,” you scoff. “Neither one of y’all said shit to me after what happened.” You didn’t either, to be fair. 

“That’s because we didn’t want to make things more awkward than they already were,” Geto explains. “The way you ran off instead of talkin’ about it afterwards, we thought we had upset you.” 

You look away, staring at your feet instead of him. You did run away from them that night, but only out of shame and regret. Maybe you should’ve stayed and talked it out, but you were also drunk. You didn’t know up from down! 

Geto sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen, we’re sorry about what happened. It was just a drunken mistake.” Immediately, all of the regret you feel over running away dissipates. “A mistake?” you parrot, your voice sharp. “So you didn’t want it to happen? So this is my fault?” 

Geto’s eyes widen like he didn’t expect you to blow up like this. “Okay, now you’re trippin’,” Gojo scoffs. “Number one, there’s three of us, so Friday night was a joint decision. And B, I know he said it to make you feel better, but it definitely was not a mistake to me.” 

You blink at him, startled by what he just said. Despite his sharp look, his eyes are inblazened with passion. They mirror the same as Geto’s, the fire in his gaze so hot that it almost burns you. “I’m not gonna front: we’d both be lyin’ if we said both we didn’t want that night to happen with you.” 

You can feel your heart pummeling like a sledgehammer slamming repeatedly against your chest. “You did?” you quietly ask, no more than above a whisper. They don’t need to confirm it with their words or actions. You can see it all in the way they stare you down, like they’re both struggling to contain themselves around you. 

But it does nothing to soften the blow. It only fuels the rageful fire in you. “So what now?” you snap. “Y’all say that to me and then leave? Those words mean nothin’ to me if you take off and abandon me like I don’t matter to you!” 

Now it’s Geto’s turn to explode. “Goddamit, Y/N!” he bellows, his deep voice bouncing off of the walls. “You do matter to us. We do care about you. Don’t you understand? We’re leavin’ because you deserve a life that’s better than us. We…” 

He stops, fighting with himself. “You don’t deserve us.” He runs a frustrated hand over his face, looking absolutely gutted. “As much as we enjoyed that night and this time with you, it can’t go on any longer. It ain’t safe.” 

“And that’s what you deserve, sugar,” Gojo adds. “Safety! A safe, normal life where you can farm with your dad, bake with your mom, and be with a good, square guy like Nanami.” 

Like a record scratching, your brain focuses on that last part and repeats it. You stare at the man like he just admitted to murder. “Nanami?” you cough, almost laughing. “What the fuck does he have to do with this?” 

Gojo stares at you, dead serious. “We see the way he looks at you and how happy you seem with him.” Now you do laugh, nearly bending over as you let out a loud, donkey laugh.

“What?” you guffaw. “Y’all sound absolutely insane!” But neither one of them are laughing which makes it worse.

“You say that now until you realize that we’re right,” Gojo argues. “You don’t need a life out there with us.” 

Your smile fades when you realize just how sure of themselves they are. That if they leave, you’ll live a happy life with Nanami or some other guy that isn’t a wanted outlaw. A peaceful, normal life. You ball your hands into fists, furious with them.

“How are you gonna tell me what I need?” you hiss. “Only I can know what I need. And I don’t need this! I don’t need you two makin’ decisions for me or leavin’ me when I need you most!” 

You can feel the truth bubbling up inside of you, desperate to be free. It forces itself up your throat and out of your mouth before you can stop it: “I don’t want Nanami,” you confess. “I want…you. Both of you.” 

You finally face the truth and look them both in the eye. They are silent, just staring at you in awe. “How can I possibly live a life here if it’s not with you?” you softly ask. “How can I move on when all I wanna do is be with you?” It’s a rhetorical question, but even if it wasn’t, you know they wouldn’t have the answer. 

Now, the tears begin to fall as the wall you’ve carefully constructed and built around yourself crumbles. The wall that has been tumbling down since the moment you realized you felt so deeply for the two gunslinging outlaws. You can’t stop yourself from crying, soft sobs shaking you to the core and making you wrap your arms around yourself in an effort to stop shuddering. 

“I don’t want y’all to go,” you sob. “Please don’t leave. If I can’t go then just stay here with me. Once y’all get Benji, you can come back here with me. O-Or just forget about him and stay!” 

Salty tears drip down your face and fall down your cheeks as you continue to crumble before the two men. You don’t care if you look crazy. You don’t care if you look desperate. You need them to understand.

You then feel two pairs of arms wrap around your body and a firm chest press against your face. Another body presses itself from behind you, wrapping you up in his big arms. Gojo and Geto stay there with you, hugging you, comforting you the best way they know how. 

“Just stay,” you plead to the duo. “Please stay.” 

“Shhh,” Gojo hushes you. “We’re here, baby. It’s okay.”

You pull away and he lifts your head up to meet his saddened blue eyes. You whimper and that’s all you can do before Gojo’s lips are on yours. His kiss is soft and passionate, his feelings for you pouring into your body the more his mouth dances with yours. Your soft sobs are silenced, replaced with soft moans of longing as you glide your hands up his arms to grip his forearms. 

He pulls away to tilt your head to the side and kiss your neck, his pillowy-soft lips caressing your skin. “Satoru,” you moan. Once again, he hushes you, his lips moving up to your ear. “Don’t talk,” he softly orders. “You don’t need to talk right now, baby. Just feel this.” 

Geto moves closer to you, pressing his big body against your back. You lean against him, wanting him to know that you feel him too…and you want him too. Wordlessly, he turns your head and kisses you as well, his lips just as soft, wanton, and supple as Gojo’s.

You loop an arm around his head to pull him closer, moaning into the kiss. You feel soft lips on your neck as Gojo begins to kiss you, his hands caressing your breasts while Geto’s big hands caress your waist and ass. You are completely squeezed between them, their bodies firm and unrelenting. 

Geto finally pulls away, his eyes wanton and lips almost puffy from the kissing. “Your bedroom,” he pants. “Now.”

Wordlessly, he and Gojo guide you out of the room and swoop you down the hallway to your bedroom. As soon as you’re inside and the door is closed, the sexual tension you felt damn near explodes. You kneel in the middle of the bed while the two men watch you, looking like predatory wolves stalking their prey as the moonlight spills onto their lustful stares. 

Geto places a hand on his hardened cock, stroking himself through his pants, unashamed and unembarrassed. “You’ve got too much on and it’s pissin’ me off,” he growls. “Take off your clothes for us, baby.”

Gojo slowly replaces Geto’s hand with his own and vice versa until they are stroking each other. For you. All for you. 

A seductress steps into your skin, settling into your body. You smile at them, moving your hair aside to show them your back. “Can you help me?” you ask, your tone sultry and soft. “I can’t seem to reach back here.”

Gojo’s laugh is a damn aphrodisiac the way it has your body heating up. “Aww, ya can’t?” he cooingly asks. “I’ve gotcha, cutie.” 

His soft, long fingers glide against your skin as he begins to untie the bow holding your sundress up. “I think she was askin’ me,” Geto says, a slight grit in his tone, causing the bed to dip as he sits down beside you. “Don’t be greedy this time, Satoru.” 

Gojo chuckles, slowly, agonizingly slowly bringing your dress down over your shoulders. “No promises. You know me, Suguru: I take what I want. Why do you think you’re still here?” Geto smirks, kicking off his boots and toeing his socks, revealing his big ass feet. “And vice versa.” 

Neither one of them argue or deny what the other is saying, because both know that they want to be here. With you. This fact allows you to take the rest of your dress off, leaving you in only your panties. The duo stare at you in awe, their eyes tracing your tits, your stomach, your waist, your legs and bare feet. “Look at you,” Geto whispers. “You’re absolutely perfect.” 

You almost believe it, especially when the two hungrily latch their mouths onto your hard nipples. You moan, tilting your head back as their wet, hot tongues bathe your nipples in their saliva. Gojo grows playful, gently nibbling on his chosen hardened peak with his teeth, emitting a gasp from you. With every lick and touch, the sensitivity grows and so does your need.

Gojo looks up from your chest, lips coated in spit and his blue eyes dark with lust. “Does Sugu’s mouth feel good, darlin’?” he asks as Geto sucks and twirls his tongue against your nipple to his heart’s content. “It looks like it does. I bet my hands can make ya feel just as good.”

His hand is suddenly between your thighs and rubbing you through your panties, heightening your sensitivity by tenfold. “Fuck,” you whine. “Please! I need you both.” 

Geto pulls away from your nipple, stroking a hand over your stomach. “You’ve got us, babydoll,” he softly says. Jerkingly, you shake your head, all of your bodily functions failing you because of how horny you’ve become for these two dangerous idiots.  “No…naked. I need to feel you both.” 

The outlaws smirk at your naughty confession and move off of the bed once more to tower over you. They watch you and you watch them as they begin to strip each other, taking off each article of clothing. With each zipper coming down and button popping, with each slice of skin exposed, you grow wetter.

Finally, when their shirts, pants and shoes are off, their boxers come off. And then, finally, their big, hard cocks throbbing and on display for your eyes only. 

Their gazes are delicious and molten as you stare at their dicks, your pussy throbbing and gushing in your panties at the joyous sight. “Touch yourselves for us,” Geto orders.

You’re so wrapped up in how yummy their dicks look that you nearly miss the naughty demand. “W-What?” you stammer. 

Gojo places a hand on Geto and begins to gently pump up, making the long-haired outlaw softly moan. “You heard him, baby: touch yourself. We wanna see exactly how much you want this.”

His breath hitches as Geto begins to stroke him too, wrapping his tatted fist around his long cock. “Play with those tits too. They look too good in this light.” 

Your eyes greedily drink in the two men jerking each other off like it’s porn…which it is. Porn that you intend to get off to. With your body on fire, you slowly position yourself onto your ass and hike your legs up, spreading them wide to show the men your panties. Taking one hand, you begin to stroke yourself through your sodden underwear while you tweak and tease one nipple with the other. 

Soft moans and gasps leave your lips as you continue to watch the duo, loving how they watch you. Their cocks swell and throb in their fists, their balls dangling enticingly. “Mmm, fuck,” you moan, the sound slipping out of you. Your body grows hotter than a furnace, your heart hammering against your rib cage.

“That’s right,” Gojo moans. “You’re doin’ so good for us, sweetie. You take orders so, so well.” 

You do. You’re such a good girl. You know you are.

Finally, the friction and sexual tension become too much for you. You lock eyes with them as you suck yourself off of your fingers and then curl them in a ‘come hither’ motion. “Come to me,” you plead. “I want you to taste me.” 

The men look eager to fulfill your request, but pause and look at each other. Gojo gives Geto a wink and raises a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests with a shit-eating grin. Geto rolls his eyes into the back of his head. “You’re such a kid,” he sighs, but does it anyway. 

You can’t help it: you giggle as you watch the two play for a chance to eat your pussy first. The two pump their fists three times, mumbling “Rock, paper scissors, shoot” as they do. Gojo shoots scissors while Geto shoots a rock, grinning when he bangs his fist against Gojo’s fingers. “Best two out of three!” The white-haired outlaw demands, poutting. 

Geto smirks, shooting him a cocky look as he climbs onto the bed. “Uh-uh. I won fair and square, so I get to eat this pussy first.”

He turns to you, sexily crawling between your legs, making his back tattoo move with his muscles. “You just relax for me, babydoll. You know I’ll take good care of you and this body, right?” 

And that he does. As soon as he dives between your plush thighs and eats your pussy, you just about see God, especially when his tongue enters you. “Oh!” you moan, your hands immediately lacing through his long, dark hair. “Geto, yes!”

You can’t help but grind your hips into his lovely mouth, taking his tongue deeper and rubbing your clit against his nose. He happily allows it, lapping at all that you offer him while his hands grip the underside of your asscheeks to lift your hips up. 

Gojo suddenly appears beside you, standing on his knees above you with the most pitiful look you’ve ever seen on a man. “I need some relief too,” he sighs. He wraps his tatted hand around aching cock, pumping it slowly in your face. “Can ya help a poor man out, baby?” 

You’d be happy to. Moaning from Geto’s mouth, you wrap a hand around Gojo’s cock and begin pumping his shaft, up and down, twisting your hand every time you stroke downward. His soft, luscious moans encourage you to keep stroking, his blue eyes locked on you and your cute expressions as Geto sucks on your clit.

“Fuck yes!” You whine, tossing your head back. Your eyes close and your mouth falls open, making Gojo envision your entire face coated in his cum. 

“Fuck, I need to get closer. I wanna fuck that pretty face up.” Gojo wipes a piece of hair out of your mouth, staring at your plump, soft lips that he so desperately needs to feel wrapped around his dick. “Can I straddle your chest, darlin’? I promise I’ll go slow.” 

You blink at him, taken aback by his request. You’ve never sucked dick in that type of position before, but something in Gojo’s sapphire eyes tells you that he would never give you more than you can handle.

“Y-Yes,” you breathlessly answer. You trust him. Gojo smiles like you just gave him the sun and the moon with your answer. “Just tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, understood?” 

Geto licks and gently sucks your pussy lips, stealing your words. Gojo wraps a hand around your throat, gently squeezing. “Words,” he demands.

You gasp, your nipples tightening from the act. “Yes, I understand.” The outlaw smiles and presses a kiss to your panting lips. “Good girl.” 

You watch him as he lifts himself onto your chest and hooks one leg over each side of you, straddling your bosom. Suddenly, his abs and long, hard cock are in your face. A sight to behold, indeed. Obediently, you open your mouth and he sinks inside, placing one hand on his back to thrust a little harder and a little faster each time.

“Oh, my God,” Gojo groans as if he is seeing the Holy Father while he fucks your mouth like it’s a sex toy. 

Lewd, wet sounds begin to travel from your wet mouth into the air, mingling with Geto’s eager pussy-eating. You can’t see him behind Gojo’s toned body, but just feeling his hands spread your thighs apart and his tongue caressing your cunt makes you want to gush.

Having enough for now, Gojo slips out of your mouth with a groan, allowing you to properly breathe. “Time out,” he huffs. “Open your mouth.” 

You do as he says and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. You don’t expect Gojo to lean down and spit in your mouth, but you’re not complaining about it either. 

“Spit it back on my dick.” You do so, spitting his and your saliva all over his cock. He strokes it in, making his cock nice, shiny, and wet, before slipping it back into your mouth. 

Like a good girl, you lift your head and breathe through your nose as you take his deep throat fucking, gagging along his dick. “God, such a good girl!” he groans, running a hand through your hair. “Isn’t she, Sugu?” He looks back at his long-haired partner still feasting on your sobbing, wet cunt despite his aching jaw. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums into your pussy. 

The more he licks, sucks, and sloppily eats your pussy (even spitting on it at some point before slurping it back up), the closer you get to your first orgasm of the night. Your clit throbs against his nose as his tongue caresses and strokes your insides, coaxing you to fall apart in his mouth.“Fwuck, I’m gwonna cwum!” you mumble around Gojo’s cock. 

Gojo hums encouragingly, still fucking your mouth like he owns it. “Do it then, but you’d better cum for me too.”

Geto moves faster, licking that little spot while you grind your clit against his nose until finally, you burst all over him and the duvet below you. You whine around Gojo’s cock as you cum, gushing your juices all over Geto’s waiting mouth. 

The white-haired outlaw chuckles, watching your eyes roll back and your body shudder underneath him. “Such a slutty girl, cummin’ with my man’s cock in your mouth.”

He slowly thrusts as your orgasm high fades and then he finally pulls out. He rolls off of you while Geto rises from between your thighs, his lips coated in your cum. Gojo crawls to him and presses his lips to his in a messy, sloppy French kiss where Geto shares your taste with Gojo. 

It is by far the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. When they pull away, they look at you, each of them placing a hand on your legs. “Tell us what you want,” Geto huskily demands, his eyes soft yet lustful.

You’ve never wanted anything more in your life than them. Not even Benjii the Bandit’s blood on your hands. “Both of you,” you whisper. “I want both of you.” 

 The duo look overjoyed to hear that. “I think I quite like fuckin’ her mouth for now,” Gojo purrs, winking at Geto. Go ahead and fuck her pussy for me, babe.“ You would’ve thought he told Geto that he’s got gold stashed under the floor with how much Geto’s eyes light up. 

The sexy, stoic, long-haired man places himself between your thighs, his cock pressed against your entrance. You gasp at the contact. “Alright?” he asks, locking his eyes with yours.

You nod, lifting your hips up and he slips a pillow underneath to keep you propped up. He then slides his cock against your pussy, biting his lip as he does so. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Y/N. You have no idea.” 

Suddenly, he pushes forward and he is inside of you, filling you up and stretching you out. “Geto,” you whine, gripping his forearms like they’re your lifelines. He presses a kiss to your sweaty brow, strands of his hair tickling your ace. “I know, babydoll, I know. Let’s take it slow, okay?” 

“Go slow!” Gojo hollers. “You need to let her adjust!” 

“I am,” Geto growls, annoyed, before turning his attention back to you. “Take all the time you need. Just say ‘stop’ if you need me to stop.” 

You nod and focus on your breathing while Geto continues his slow, gentle strokes. He is by far the biggest man you’ve had. Most of the men you’ve fucked were either out of necessity to get closer to them in order to kill them or when you were absolutely desperate and needed a quick, drunk fuck. But this time? This isn’t just a fuck. This is love-making. It’s close and it’s open and it’s passionate. All of which you have never experienced before now. 

Geto and Gojo tend to you as you take Geto’s cock, whispering sweet, dirty nothings to you and pressing sloppy kisses to your lips as you rub your clit in small semi-circles. Your pussy begins to open up for him like a flower, taking him deeper. “Goddamn, baby, you’re tight,” Geto hisses, struggling to control himself. 

You are too. His body is just too delicious. You run your hands over his pecs; his stomach; his pierced nipples. Gojo seems to be struggling too, suddenly appearing next to Geto while fisting his cock in front of you. “Look at us,” he demands. “Look at what you do to us.” 

He grabs Geto’s chin and forces a kiss onto his lips. The two sloppily kiss in front of you, moaning as they do, and it makes you rub your clit a little faster. When they pull away, a string of saliva trails across their bottom lips which only makes you more aroused. Gojo laughs, cooing at you. “She really is a slut,” he chuckles. “Looks like someone likes watchin’ two cowboys kiss. I bet it’s a fantasy come to life, ain’t it, cutie?” 

He suddenly moves beside you and gently taps his cock against your lips. “Open up for him,” Geto demands. “But don’t look away from me.” Doing as you’re told, you let Gojo slip inside your mouth while you keep your eyes trained on Geto even as Gojo fucks your mouth like it’s his favorite sex toy. 

“Good girl,” Geto grunts and finally stops being so gentle. He holds your feet up to his broad chest, pressing one to his lips to kiss your toes. His cock sinks deeper inside of you, hitting that spot that draws every moan, whine, sob, and growl out of you, muffled by Gojo’s dick.

The two fuck your holes in tandem with each other, their moans and grunts mingling with yours and filling the dark bedroom. 

As Geto picks up speed, you rub your clit faster and harder until that familiar warmth in your core begins to expand the more his heavy balls slap against your ass. “Yes, Sugu, right there!” you gasp. “I’m gonna cum!”

Geto smiles, his pearly whites gleaming at you as his strokes grow more frantic. “You’re gonna cum for me? Like a good girl, right?” 

You quickly nod, babbling of “yes” and “please” escaping you. “Don’t cum inside her though,” Gojo warns, tapping his cock against your chin. “We’ve got a plan for all that nut, don’t we?”

He smirks secretively at Geto who smirks back, still drilling your shit into the mattress until it shakes. Your tits jiggle, your pussy quivers, and your brain goes numb and dumb as your second orgasm peaks. 

You don’t even get a chance to warn Geto that you’re cumming—it just happens. With a high-pitched moan, you gush all around Geto’s cock, your walls massaging him just right as you ride out your orgasm wave.

“Oh, shit!” you cry out as you tighten around him. Geto’s handsome face screws in pleasure as you cum, loving how your body and face look. “God, baby,” he pants. “You’re just askin’ for me to keep ya to myself.” 

Gojo practically forces his partner to pull out by grabbing his hips and pulling him away from you. “My turn.” He gives you a small yet devious smile as you lie there, dazed and confused from cumming your brains out. “Don’t tell me you’re tuckered out, cutie. Ya still got me to take care of.” 

Despite the soreness in your muscles, you’ve never been more horny or feral in your life. You fucking need these men, both of them. All the time. “Never,” you whisper, a sexy smile on your face. Slowly, you spread your legs for him, allowing him to get a view. “Go ahead, sir.” 

Gojo doesn’t need to be told twice. Taking his cock, he lines himself up and slowly sinks inside of you. Your mouth falls agape as your pussy, slick and open from your orgasm, stretches around him. He grins, proud of himself. “Nice, right? You can feel everythin’, can’t ya?” 

He hooks your legs over his broad shoulders and yanks you closer to him before pounding your cunt into the bed. He doesn’t waste time and doesn’t slow down. His strokes are perfect and precise, hitting your G-spot over and over again. The pleasure is so intense that you lose your voice screaming about how good he feels.

“O-Oh, oh, ‘Tarou, yes! Fuck me just like that! Harder, please!” 

Geto appears above you and plugs your mouth up with his thick cock. “You’ve got a nice voice on ya, darlin’, but if ya don’t quiet down, the whole neighborhood will hear.” 

Gojo shakes his head, his handsome face slightly flushed. “Let ‘em,” he growls. “Let everyone hear this pretty girl gettin’ fucked out of her mind.” 

He goes harder, faster, gripping your thighs for dear life as his cock hits every single tingling, pleasurable part of you. His blue eyes drill into yours, staring deep into your soul and beyond that. “You love this, right? You love us?” You nod, pathetically whimpering. “Say it then. Tell us you love us.” 

Geto pulls his cock out of your mouth to let you talk, stroking himself in time with Gojo’s thrusts. It’s so hard to find the words to speak, but you do despite how needy you sound. “I-I love you,” you pant. Gojo fucks you faster, wrapping his tattooed hand around your throat. “Say it again.” 

Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape as the man takes you on a ride while he toys with one of your tits, gripping and massaging the pretty globe of flesh. “I love you!” you repeat, louder this time. Geto presses a kiss to your lips, gently licking your bottom lip. “Again,” he demands. “Say it and we’ll cum with you, baby. We promise.” 

Gojo keeps fucking and fucking and fucking until finally, you reach your peak and your fingers cramp as they rub your clit as quickly as possible to get you there. Pleasure explodes throughout your entire body, making your toes curl by Gojo’s ears and your back arch off of the bed.

“I love you!” you wail through your third orgasm. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” 

Through your orgasm, Geto and Gojo press a kiss to your face. “And we love you too,” Gojo grunts. “Let us show you how fuckin’ much. Don’t. Move.”

Together, he and Geto chase their orgasms by fucking your holes until they pull out and furiously pump their cocks above your body. 

You lie there tiredly, watching their handsome faces screw in ecstasy as they moan out their release, spilling cum on your body. You feel warm liquid splash onto your tits, thighs, and stomach. Your entire body sings and tingles at the sound of your outlaws moaning as they cum, the lewd, wet sounds of their palms stroking their slick cocks filling the air. 

As your high fades, you let out a tired yet delirious giggle, completely floored from the amazing sex. But once it’s gone, you feel a pang of emptiness. Because now that the event is done and the feeling is gone, you know that what led to this is still here: the fact that your men may leave. 

The mattress bounces slightly as Gojo gets up and heads to the bathroom. Geto appears above you, his hair a dark curtain in his face. Tears prick your eyes for some reason as you stare at his handsome face. “Sugu—“

He presses a finger to your lips, stopping you. “Shhh, don’t talk. We’re gonna clean you up now, babydoll. You did so amazin’ for us.” 

Gojo comes back with a sudsy washcloth and some skin oil he found. He crawls back onto the bed and presses his lips to your ear. “Close your eyes, little darlin’,” he whispers. You do, his voice like a lullaby to you. 

You allow the duo to clean their cum off of your body with the warm, soapy, wet rag before warming some oil up in their palms. The two work to massage your legs and arms, their fingers kneading your sore muscles and turning them into mush. Their touch is like silk on your skin, making you hum and moan in pleasure. The tenderness they give you makes you want to cry even more. 

When they finish rubbing you down, they toss the items aside and coax you under the covers. Your head hits the pillow as the duvet falls over your naked body. Gojo presses his front to your back while Geto takes the other side, his front against yours. Your legs entangle and your hands trace shapes on each other, the air thick with the smell of sex, massage oil, and the summer air. 

“Will you stay with me?” you whisper into the night. 

Geto presses your head into his chest. His heartbeat thuds against your ear like a metronome. “Yes,” he whispers back. “We’ll stay.” You can’t tell if he’s lying or not. 

Gojo strokes your hair, his scent curling around you. “Sleep now, darlin’,” he tells you. “Don’t fight it.” 

You struggle to fight back against the fog of sleep, but inevitably, it wins and you drift off into a sea of nothingness and post-orgasmic bliss against Geto’s chest.

[aluria-sevhex]

I BEAT THE GAME

a solid 3rd of my ISAT notes on my phone are just from 'today' (writing this past midnight lol)

my ISAT masterpost

every post in this series is also tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

please note that there's a bunch of notes in this post because i was still in Act 3 at the beginning of this post lol

-i'm not playing it rn but i have decided to break my 'no looking stuff up' rule so i know where to go to make Sif rember what they say when carving stuff

[WRITING TUMBLR POST ALURIA NOTE: i later looked up maps of the House to help me keep track of stuff lol]

-ok now i know. i like figuring things out myself but i could not fucking remember lol.

-i have a really long car ride so. MORE ISAT

-title theme shout-out

-Sif tripped on a rock. "you're clumsy and not at all threatening and overpowered compared to them!" :(

-they almost forgot to catch Isa :(

-dang, Siffrin didn't say nya this time D:

-hehe they hit it back. one could say it's a... COUNTER-attack B)

-SIFFRIN GHOST ON THE WAY TO THE DORM

-WAIT FUCK DID I FORGET THE SHARPENING STONE

-fuck it i was planning to loop back after finding out what to say anyway

-ah don't i also need to find more i fo on the King somewhere? eh i can do that on the next loop... so much to keep track of...

-LMAO. THE PHRASE SIF SAYS. "please don't look bad please don't look bad please don't look bad" BIG FUCKING MOOD TBH

-Sif on his way to talk to their tools and project while carving or sharpening:

-aight time to die lmao

-Loop my belooped

-hm... it's Loop's job to remember Siffrin's mistakes...

-"you don't have to remember to yell' always gets me :(

-I FOUND THE ARTICLES

-ok so currently i'm thinking that the King and Siffrin are probably from the same place. which may or may not be where Loop is from and/or the disappearing island and/or connected to the color thing.

this game has a lot of weird shit going on.

-Bonnie doesn't know what a star is

-OH FUCK NO. AM I GOING TO HAVE TO GO TO THE OBSERVATORY. I'M LEAVING THAT FOR A LATER LOOP.

-another ghost :0

-ISAT: 📚

ISAT if Siffrin could pick locks: 📕

-WHAT. "you used to find them disgusting, but someone you knew loved them, so you tried them."

"someone you knew?"

"who?"

O_O

-aw, Isa hugged Mira on this bathroom trip

-"you wish for rest" yeah...

-"please be sharp, please be sharp, please be sharp"

-the Keyknife is now the Knifekey. WAIT. THIS MEANS IN THE FUTURE I CAN DO OTHER SHIT ON FLOOR 3. HELL FUCKING YES.

-wait. OH C'MON. boooooooo

-i picked malanga fritters and almost skipped past something that seems important. they remind Siffrin of his parents? :0 their head hurt...

-"BECAUSE YOU FORCED THEM TO!" :(

-"where r u from" "no u"

-JUST FUCKING CONFESS ISA FJHDHEJKSMXMDKSKS

-*sighs* guess i should talk to her. actually... what if i called Loop?

-huh. can't call them here.

-"i just hope that one day you might learn" WAIT THAT'S DIFFERENT- wait nvm i got things mixed up in my head :(

-"in this moment, you were loved"

-"that was a nice rehearsal" OH FUCK.

-i just skipped from loop 37 to 40

-time to kill myself with a banana! oop- *plantain*

-"you broke your head open on a rock" it did not use to describe it like that.

-wait. Sif. if you're annoyed there isn't a more dignified way in the village to loop. just kill yourself. you have a knife. just fucking kill yourself to loop forward.

-...fuck what the hell is this game doing to my thought process

-ok what should i look for in this room...

-"BUT YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO READ IT" in large font... :(

-:( Sif is trying to remember something and it's tied to the stars

-aight new thing to ask the king time to get myself killed via tear yippee

-seems like the King wants Siffrin to remember their home... "something we've all forgotten" this is definitely about the disappearing island and the colors

-i need to go to the library and find the books on it.

-hey isn't Rock also called Protection Craft? kinda interesting that the King has it

-damn i died to the King because of timing bullshit ToT

-"one more time."

-huh... it evades active remembrance

-it had a belief centered on the Universe...

-need to figure out why the King is obsessed with Vaugarde

-freezing something perfect in time... do i need to find one of those Time Craft books again?

-gonna loop forward to the King

-"even the King feels easy to fight, now"

"i still can't say it" the name of their home. he wants to be able to say the name of his and Siffrin's home. ouagh this game is going to leave me emotionally devastated ToT

-fuck i missed the option to ask Odile if she was going to continue her fake research on a loop where i didn't spend time with her

-"can we group hug after i talk to the Head Housemaiden?" oh?

-DAMMIT ODILE INTERRUPTED ISA THIS TIME

-time to talk to her. again. again and again and again and again

-"you can start breaking down now" lol

-"the curtain falls" DAMN

-"HERE AGAIN?" woah Loop why so aggressive?

-"i'm too lazy to open up new dialogue choices" lol

-hm... show Loop the souvenirs...

-wait huh. in another loop this lady in Dormont said she has no siblings but now she has a sister. odd...

-:O THE LONG THINGY-THING

-huh. Loop reacted kinda weirdly to the kid's doodle

-hey what if i gave Isa the flower at the end?

-FUCK I FORGOT THE FUCKING ROCK I GOT TOO COMFY. this is embarrassing

-hey hold up the theme that plays when everybody's discussing the country in the library is the same song that plays when Loop is recapping things

-hold up. the King was in Corbeaux. Corbeaux is where the House doing the color research is.

-took the photo. PERFECTLY FROZEN IN TIME

-oh fuck

-calling Loop

-hm. the star-shaped gate that's locked. is the passcode the name of Siffrin and the King's home?

-we're gonna use a bomb i guess

-i asked the King where he's from and uh... now a slowed-down version of the song is playing...

-what the fuck

-Sif and the King are going to die, aren't they?

-"BUT IT'S ALL GONE!"

-i'm going to loop forward and try to talk to the King. again.

-*sighs* the peel is so dorky

-FUCK I FORGOT TO EQUIP THE MEMORY OF KNIFEKEY

-wait. asking him nicely. FUCKING WORKED???

-"The Universe leads... we can only follow"

-FUCK. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. OF COURSE. OF COURSE. OF COURSE. GO FUCK YOURSELF.

-so the King knows about the loops, even though he can't remember them.

-"Wish Craft" :0

-WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO.

-BONNIE NO

-NO NO NO NO UNHAND THEM

-BONNIE NO BONBON NO

-okay. i looped back. Bonnie is okay again. i just need to kill the King.

-hold the fuck up. it says i'm in Act 4. bad things mark the end of acts. Act 1 ended with me getting in the loops. Act 2 ended with killing the King failing. Act 3 ended with...?

-please don't let Bonnie be dead somehow

-THEY'RE OKAY THEY'RE OKAY

-...the little moments of time rewinding seem to correlate with Sif wishing to go back

-:O I CAN READ THE BOOKS NOW

-THE GATE. OH FUCK YEAH

-fucking hell when did i get (Just attack) because DAMN. Sif is so fucking done with everything.

-WISH CRAFT

-i just fumkign one-shot the Nostalgie on floor 1. "just attack" indeed

-"you need a break" :(

-Sif is like constantly teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown

-let's see how well they do against a boss

-DAMN

-ok so what the fuck was Euphrasie doing before shit hit the fan? and why does she blame herself for Siffrin's situation?

-i just realized something funny. if Vaugarde is fantasy France. and Siffrin and the King are from an island north of Vaugarde. DOES THAT MAKE SIFFRIN FANTASY BRITI- *gets shot*

-gate time.

-what was the question? what was the answer?

-"couldn't i just create another me? someone who'd understand?" ok so somebody's a clone got it.

-Loop? i should talk to Loop

-ok i guess i'll have to be like "hey Loop are you a clone?" in person (plot twist Sif's a clone :P)

-"i saw a weird shade" WAIT HOLD UP YEAH THAT'S SUS THAT SIFFRIN FUCKING SAW RED. OK THAT WAS DIAGETIC. FIRST COLOR IN THE WHOLE GAME.

-gonna kill the King again, talk to Loop, then loop again forward to Floor 2 to read the color theory book

-WAIT SIFFRIN HASN'T CRIED ONCE THIS WHOLE GAME BITCH REPRESSION IS NOT HEALTHY!

-"especially if she knows" Sif. did you forget Odile's name. OH FUCK

-"HOW BLINDINGLY WONDERFUL, FOR A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER TO BE THE ONLY HOPE YOU HAVE LEFT RIGHT NOW!" this would be so funny if not for the context

-"you wish for eternity" WAIT HOLD UP

-SIFFRIN IS USING WISH CRAFT. AND WHEN THEY PRAY TO THE CHANGE GOD STATUES THEY SEND THEIR WISHES. ARE THE BUFFS AND THE KEYKNIFE THE RESULT OF WISH CRAFT?

-hey Siffrin uses a more shy and sad portrait for the 'thank you' afterwards now :(

-FUCK I FORGOT TO SHARPEN THE KNIFE

-y'know what it's fine i have the bomb

-hey Sif i think what happened last time might've uh. traumatized you? ;-;

-welp. i used the bomb. it was anticlimactic.

-"i wonder how this country looks from the outside" *proceeds to imply that the time loop only affects Vaugarde* hold the fucking phone

-ok tho srsly Siffrin is in what looks like *extreme* duress

-oh damn Sif has different portraits for the 'you should disappear' bit. less smug and determined, more... *haunted*

-dang, can't give Isa the flower at the end

-*sigh* gonna talk to her again

-"the actor has become the director"

-there's a lot more theatre comparisons than there used to :(

-woah Siffrin you are weirdly enthusiastic to see Loop

-time to loop forward to read the books woooo

-Sif i am very concerned about this dialogue portrait. your enthusiasm is *desperate*

-hey something funny: people wish on stars

-this game has a LOT of motifs i love: wishes, stars, time, memories, etc.

-hm... what is Siffrin's 'ritual' when doing the wish-y thing?

-:0 a wish is trapping Siffrin?

-what if they're actually being trapped by their own desires or smth? like some sort of- WAIT. WHAT IF LOOP IS TRAPPING THEM SOMEHOW???

-i am in conspiracy mode i think

-moving forward to get to the library

-Siffrin is now level 85...

-maybe a wish is how the island disappeared?

-FAVOR TREE IS WISH CRAFT WOOOOOOOO

-i think the way Sif wished was from something they learned as a kid

-3, 6, 7, 13, all are numbers with significance

-HEY LOOP LOOK WHAT I LEARNED

-welp time to die ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-ok what is in that one house in the main part of Dormont

-hm. Euphrasie was apparently asking everybody what they wished for. she probably realized something tied to Wish Craft was wrong...

-maybe the list in Euphrasie's office cataloguing the names was categorizing based on wishes?

-looping forward

-"you're a living comedy sketch"

-my guess is that the wishing to save Vaugarde enabled Siffrin to loop so they could defeat the King, but something went horribly wrong, thus causing the loops to keep going

-ugh i need to talk in person. tear time!

-a sped-up version of the happy song after you beat the King is playing and Siffrin has the desperate enthusiasm portrait...

-Siffrin, you already tried saving Vaugarde.

-"maybe you don't loop because you die... but because you feel like there would be no reason to go on, maybe?" makes sense to me. Siffrin doesn't have anything to look forward to after defeating the King.

-"something that, to you, feels on the same level of hopelessness as death? on the same level as the world ending?" me when the time loop wants me to get therapy:

-hey Sif you just looped. right in front of Loop.

-looping forward to the King.

-Odile's realizing she's missing something. too bad she'll forget it. maybe i should try making the others really suspicious of me on a future loop

-"please don't interrupt" :(

-this game has me constantly on some variety of edge and i love it

-maybe this time Isa will get to confess?

-the static is starting and i haven't even talked to Euphrasie

-damn i did a minor loop back :(

-talking to her won't work. it can't work.

-STOP SAYING THE SAME DAMN THING STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT

-I WAS RIGHT AS TO HOW EXACTLY SIF GOT STUCK

-the wish is broken. MAYBE IF I DO SOMETHING ELSE MAYBE IF HE'S DEFEATED SOME OTHER WAY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

-OH FUCK. so Sif's current theory is that somehow he has to deal the final blow

-"You just need to defeat the King on your own" BUT YOU NEED THE OTHERS TO DEFEAT HIM?

-also damn the way Siffrin's thoughts spiral into a mess is a mood.

-i am now in Act 5.

-:( the Dormont music is slow now

-Sif's portrait in the menus has changed again, there is nothing in the body text of his profile, and their title is now "The Lost One" :(

-wait. the Change God statue is glitchy now and i can't get buffs there anymore

-Sif is like perpetually pissed off

-aaaand now Mira's upset

-Sif is going to fuck things up with the others as well, won't they?

-i think Odile's gonna figure out that Sif is in a time loop

-i feel like i'm in a horror game right now. well. i've felt like that for a while. but i am fucking terrified of Siffrin right now. Siffrin you need help please they only want to help you you can't bottle up everything or it only ends up worse

-the battle theme is slowed...

-sometime i should write a crossover fanfic where Rose Lalonde picks apart Siffrin, i think it would go very interestingly

-unrelated but i just realized Isa has a hair banana hehehe... i need to cling to levity while in this hell

-uh. dude. why is your dialogue looping

-SIFFRIN! I. I KNOW YOU'RE STRUGGLING BUT ALL THEY WANT TO DO IS HELP YOU AND YOU KEEP HURTING THEM PLEASE THEY ONLY WANT TO HELP YOU I KNOW VULNERABILITY IS HARD BUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE THEY'VE BEEN *TRYING* AND THEY'VE BEEN NOTHING BUT KINDA TO YOU AND IT HURTS TO SEE THIS SIFFRIN BECAUSE YOU KEEP GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AND IT'S TERRIFYING!

-fuck man this game is getting me to care so much about this guy. Mental Illness Simulator 2023

-the irony of Sif calling Isa a coward who projects confidence but not backing it up... Siffrin is projecting.

-and yet despite all that... Isa still ended the conversation rather kindly ToT

-Loop seems really unsure and yeah. past me would not believe this but i am siding with the starheaded bitch.

-...Loop fucking LIED

-Sif is going alone

-oh dear the music

-most of the memories are gone. and the skills...

-level 99

-wait the room layout is fucked

-a Sif ghost but with a black hat instead

-"you're hungry" :(

-so. i think Sif just hallucinated his party members.

-"your stomach hurts. you feel cold." :(

-the world is glitching and breaking haha and i am scared i'm scared i'm scared Siffrin *please*

-how is the photo event occurring if i'm on my own?

-*oh no*

-ok brb i need to take a break

-ok back from my break and refreshed! now i can go back to Siffrin's Descent Into Hell

-entered Mira's room. her hallucination did the "head is covered in darkness creepily" thing...

-Odile...

-i'm in the Keyknife room except now the background is the post-King fight background...

-the feeling of the grim march towards a specific goal reminds me of the Undertale genocide route haha...ha...ha... ...

-stomachache, headache, and the smell of sugar...

-no more running, only a slow, slow, walk to the end

-"you've trapped this country in time even more surely than i have" oh fuck

-not often that a game makes me terrified enough for me to feel my heartbeat...

-red.

-his sprite is on the game over?

-where the FUCK am i?

-spooky shadow Siffrin

-OOO DO I GET TO FIGHT A MANIFESTATION OF SIFFRIN'S MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES?

-hm what does mal du pays mean- oh :( it translated to homesickness :(

-you can't fight your own shadow

-"it's not like you haven't let me die before, right?" *OH FUCK*

-you broke your promise didn't you?

-red

-dude i think the depression is collecting its due. loops and loops of bottling your shit up has been unhealthy and now you are paying for it :(

-"if something has been forgotten by everyone, has that thing ever existed?" FUCK

-red

-more red

-BRIGHT RED

-if i had a nickel for every rpg i liked where a monochrome manifestation of the main character's mental illness taunted him in a scripted fight, i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. bonus: the dialogue box calls Mal du Pays 'something'! oh and both games open with a content warning i guess

y'know maybe the fact i found out about this game from a blogger that i followed for Omori stuff should've been some sort of indicator.

-"the sadness within you is right" FUCK

-OH GOOD SIF DIDN'T DIE THE FAMILY CAME TvT

-"a weird shiny person helped us!" LOOP :D

-AND THE MUSIC IS UPBEAT OH THIS FEELS SO GOOD TvT

-IT HAS THE TITLE SCREEN MOTIF TOO

-i'l have to look up the song later and compare to other themes but i think it might be a medley/remix? i've definitely identified the post-King fight theme and the title theme, probably more i can't clearly identify

-everybody's battle portraits are so bright and happy

-"i still cannot remember its name" :(

-damn. he froze. womp womp

-ok but what about Loop? what's going on with them?

-glitchy background...

-i'm on Act 5. aren't there like 6 acts? idk maybe this can end and Sif can move forward. then again... the last few times. that did not work out.

-haha Sif pls don't die on us rlly tho pls don't

-so slow...

-RED...

-Mal du Pays is following us

-FUCK

-*exhales* ok the darkness is gone

-is it weird that i kinda like this moment more than the moments of closeness with the others in Act 3? maybe cuz it feels more real, somehow... or because for once, Siffrin is the one being vulnerable...

-i think the problem was sticking to the script and treating the others like actors or well... NPCs

-FUCK FUCK FUCK NO NO NO DON'T YOU DARE GO INTO GLITCHY MODE.

-FUCK

-now that they're here they know something is wrong.

-please game please grant Siffrin one small mercy and let the others loop back with him this time

-RED

-uhhhhhhhh

-Sif did you just become your weird sadness self

-woah this is a beautiful scene

-WOAH. now THIS is a battle! and it is *beautiful*. the red and the stars...

-oh fuck. my options are hurt them or self-harm.

-wait are they HEALING ME? :(

-the battle menu simply refers to Siffrin as 'user'

-JGJRJENNDNRJE LMAO ODILE JUST PULLED A CLASSIC MOM MOVE LIKE "don't you dare storm up to your room earlier in time, young man!"

-forced group therapy

-oh, Siffrin's portrait

-i HATE that my options are hurt my friends or hurt myself. and i refuse to let Siffrin hurt their friends. it's... heartbreaking...

-chat i don't think the wish the player chooses was Siffrin's *actual* wish

-:0 hatless Siffrin

-AWWWW THEY'RE HUGGING

-aw... smiling Sif... hugging Bonnie :]

-:0 EVERYBODY IS SO HAPPY IN THE MENU!

-"It's you!!!!" also hey Sif's title is "The Traveler" again!

-"you will stay together for a little while longer" :]

-i love how the lack of hat makes the fact that Siffrin is really short apparent lol

-these new conversations are precious :]

-Odile thinks the fact that Sif loved everybody so much they got himself stuck in a time loop to be cute XD

-NO WAY. IS THIS FINALLY HAPPENING. IS HE FINALLY GONNA SAY IT?

-HELL FUCKING YES!!!!!!!!

-ok i just talked to all the housemaidens and Dormont residents. time to talk to Loop

-...

-maybe Loop was just. a manifestation of the wish...

-:0 THE SILVER COIN? ARE WE GONNA FINSLLY USE THE SILVER COIN?

-TvT

-I BEAT THE GAME :D

-:o Siffrin is no longer on the title screen

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Could u do jealous neteyam headcannons or a fic pls? I love all ur works and ur writing style!

clouded perception !

– pairing neteyam x gn!reader | wc 2.6k | warnings a lot of jealousy, a lot of angst i guess (i had way too much fun with this oops) but also some fluff | what's inside neteyam has to learn how to deal with something he has never felt before as he watches you train with a close friend – authors note my first request! how exciting! i'm sorry it took so long. i hope i did your wishes justice anonie and thank you for the kind words! also feedback is of course always appreciated (and i'm the worst at naming fics haha) :)

neteyam excelled in anything you could possibly think of, especially in activities related to hunting, whether it was tracking, archery or flying. he was a natural in everything he persued. so obviously he felt hurt when you decided so ask another one of the skilled young na’vi to help you practice your shooting skills as you had always had a hard time keeping up with the others when it came to using your bow and arrow. you were training to become a healer, which put different qualities to a test. ever since you had been romantically involved with neteyam mo’at startet to take you under her wing to make sure you grew into your role of a possible future tsahík. but knowing every detail about plants and their healing capabilities and getting taught how to nurse and how to form a close bond with ewya didn’t spare you from basic training in archery to be able to defend yourself and your people if it ever came to a worst case scenario. this was the reason why you started to spend more time than usual with one of your closest childhood friends – ‘anoa. it didn’t pass anyone that he was one of the most promising young warriors of the clan, frequently being compared to neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan, the golden boy and child progidy of the clan. but neteyam had been busy, now more than ever. if he wasn’t with the hunting party, he was planning with his dad for an upcoming raid, assisting him where- and whenever he could. because of that the time you and neteyam shared was scarce and most definitely not used to get additional lessons in archery. that was why you confided in your best friend who gladly accepted your request.

one morning you and ‘anoa were standing on the edge of a clearing, facing makeshift targets. it was still early, the first rays of sunshine barely touching the tips of the trees and morning dew still covering the grass. your back was resting against ‘anoa’s bare chest as you were repeating the basics while drawing your bow, him correcting your position again and again, “you need more core strength. mind your abdominal muscles.” he turned over, pressing the palm of his hand against your stomach, which was slowly rising and falling from your deep breaths, “more, more.” as you were trying your best to tense your muscles just like ‘anoa instructed you pulled funny faces to make your training seem extra exhausting and get a smile out of your friend. “skxawng,” ‘anoa chuckled, slightly tapping the side of your head, but immediately returning to a more serious demeanour, “now just position your elbow a little bit higher and put your hand next to your cheek. close your eyes and feel your breath tingling your skin. sense the tension flooding your body and how it spreads to your arms and legs as you pull the string of your bow,” he said with a calm voice while correcting the placement of your left hand. “good. now that we’ve freshened up that bit try and give it a shot.” you focused on your target, feeling the hot breath tickling the skin of your fingers, mentally checking your position one last time. your mind shut down completely as you were focusing on what was in front of you before you let go of the arrow, seeing it flying into the direction of your target and hitting its center. you heard the impact as the arrowhead drilled itself into the trunk of the tree. “hey, you’re a natural! i don’t even know why we’ve been practicing all morning”, 'anoa cheered with a smile, giving you a side-hug. unbeknownst to you you had been watched. neteyam noticed how you had been up too early for you linking and left the village. surprised by your secretive behaviour and also wondering what you were up to was why he decided to follow you, which led to him hiding in the thicket of the forest, closely observing your little meet up. he knew that he could trust you and that you would never go behind is back. he also knew ‘anoa and what he meant to you, that you had been growing up together and that both of you were very close, almost like siblings as you yourself never had one. this was rather unnatural to na’vi, who tended to come in big families. but due to that you and ‘anoa were basically a package deal as over time he became something like a substitute sibling to you. and neteyam also knew that ‘anoa was already having a partner, a lovely girl. neteyam hadn’t been introduced to her yet, but he knew that she was a talented weaver and that she occasionally helped out his mother if there was something needed last minute while preparing for special occasions. but still, neteyam couldn’t help but let jealousy cloud his thinking, especially when he should’ve been the one standing there with you, with your back pressed against his body, him adjusting your movements and watching you beaming with pride after successfully making your shot. jealousy – something he had never felt before. something he never had to feel, as every male na’vi knew who you belonged to and that the son of the olo’eyktan is someone not to be messed with . so they always kept their distance. neteyam contemplated whether he should interrupt your training session, but settled on heading back to the village, still lost in his thoughts and having a frown on his face, angrily pushing aside every branch crossing his way as he was desperately trying to get rid of the irrational feeling sitting in his guts, which was slowly spreading through his body and engulfing his mind.

something was off. you could almost smell it in the air. this undetectable feeling was following you around all day long, haunting you at work while you were taking care of the wounded, ill and elderly. it was eating away at the food as you were sitting on the floor sharing dinner with your lover’s family and it followed you into your sleep. you couldn’t tell what exactly it was, but something was different. at first it didn’t really catch your attention as you thought this was just a phase. the day of the raid, which had been planned for weeks, was coming closer. so not only was every clan member busy with preparations as everyone who could in some way contribute was imposed with tasks depending on what their role and function within the clan was, but everyone was mostly stressed and worried. over time dinners started to become quieter as the mood shifted. even tuk, who tended to talk your ears off, wasn’t as chatty as usual. in the morning you suddenly were left without a loving peck on your temple, in the evening you weren’t greeted with a welcoming hug, being asked about your day. and this was going on for days. kiri was the first one to notice, to notice how neteyam was the one who grew more distant. more distant of you. how the first thing asking about after coming back from a hunt wasn’t you and your well-being or how he started to barely mention you anymore, requiting questions about you asked in his presence with a grunt. he started to become closed off and stopped talking about you, the light of his life. someone he normally didn’t shut up about. really, he stopped talking to anyone as time went by and jealousy started to consume him, wondering about why you felt the need of turning away from him, self-doubts starting to creep in. neteyam was a people pleaser, always trying his best for everyone around him. not meeting expectations was definitely something he was afraid of. he was afraid, if he had given you too little and if that was why you were turning to someone else, to someone better than him. the mighty warrior was afraid of being inferior. a fear he had been carrying with him ever since he had been able to think, something that had always been sitting in the back of his mind and now his worst nightmare seemingly became reality. losing his love, the one he was destined to be with, to someone else. to an outsider watching this probably seemed like an overreaction, like something blown completely out of proportion. you had been enamoured by neteyam ever since you were children. even a blind one was able to see it. so of course not a single soul would have possibly doubted your connection and your relationship, but neteyam was seeing red as he was confronted with something he was afraid of the most – losing a loved one, which changed his perception severely.

now that he became hyper-aware of the relationship of you and ‘anoa neteyam didn’t fail to miss every tiny interaction between you and your friend. he noticed ‘anoa’s subtle touches and how he put his hand on your lower back to bring you comfort. and neteyam saw the little wrinkles under your eyes, which always started to show whenever someone made you laugh so hard you had to hold your stomach and throw your head back. he noticed more than ever how ‘anoa made you laugh in that specific way, in a way only neteyam should have made you laugh. these little things hadn’t been anything new, but they started to bother him. it started to bother him that he wasn’t the only one in your life, even though this was something that had been off the table since the very beginning of your relationship as this was never going to happen anyway. he knew how much space ‘anoa took up in your life. but nonetheless you had never given your boyfriend any reason to doubt you or your love for him.

when neteyam started to brush off your absent-minded touches the both of you had been sharing ever since you started going out it finally dawned on you. it wasn’t the raid that occupied your lover’s mind, it had been you. but not in a good way. all of a sudden so many things made sense. how neteyam had been deliberately avoiding you all this time. how neytiri started to watch you and her oldest son with a worried look on her face, knowing that there was nothing in the world she could do make the situation any better as she knew she had to let you figure this out yourselves. and how kiri’s behaviour towards her brother became almost unbearable after she finally put two and two together. so you decided to take neteyam aside in an unwatched moment and make him listen to you. you didn’t know yet how to do that, but your plan had been set.

as you were on a break from your duties and sitting outside of one of the healer’s tents, thinking about how you could approach the issue, which had been on your mind for several days at that point you spotted neteyam. he was just about to leave for the next war council, accompanying his father who was discussing the next steps with other great warriors of the clan. you knew there probably would have come a better moment than this to stop him from whatever he was doing in order to talk. but you had to get this sorted, especially when anything could happen to neteyam during the planned raid. so you pulled yourself together, got up and headed into the same direction as him, following him into the woods. after a few minutes of just walking neteyam finally made a halt. you noticed the tips of his ears perking up, which gave away that he had heard you and that he knew who had been tracing his every step. neteyam inhaled deeply before slightly turning his head and acknowledging your presence, “y/n, I know you’re here with me.” you hesitated to react and give away your hiding spot. “you can come out. i know you’ve been following me ever since i left the village. i noticed your step pattern.” shit, you thought. of course he did. you slowly emerged from behind the plants you were hiding, not caring about the leaves rustling and the branches cracking under your feet. “yeah, it’s me”, you confirmed. you hesitantly approached him from behind, trying to not get too close as you didn’t want to intrude his space. neteyam lowered his head, still having his back turned to you, as you confessed, “i wanted to talk.” “well, but I don’t want to talk”, he requited. even though he was so quiet he was almost whispering, which was why you could barely hear him, you noticed how he sounded hurt, disappointment tinting his voice. “my love, you’ve been avoiding me for days know. i don’t know what i did wrong or how and why i hurt you. so could you please talk to me so that we can resolve this together?”, you asked gently, trying to stay diplomatic, even though anger was boiling within you due to his unfair treatment of you. “you truly don’t know what’s going on, do you?”, he snorted, but shortly after admitted, “to be fair i don’t even know what got into me myself.” “no, doofus! of course i don’t know what’s going. you didn’t say a word, just blatantly decided to avoid me.”

you finally dared to come closer, now standing directly behind neteyam’s back, putting on of your hands on his shoulder and slowly turning him around. “talk to me”, you encouraged him. neteyam sighed, putting his forehead against yours and taking your hands into his, stroking his thumbs along your knuckles. “it’s him. i know it’s irrational as he has always been here and he always will. nothing is ever going to change anything about that.” it took you a second before you understood who or what your boyfriend was talking about – ‘anoa. the look in your eyes became soft. “oh, yawne”, you whispered, putting one of your hands on his neck, playing with his hairline, and cupping his cheek with the other one, “i love you. so much. nothing is ever going to change about that,” you reassured with a hoarse voice. never in your wildest dreams would you leave neteyam, your fiercest protector and greatest confident. “i needed some more training, okay? and i knew you were busy. there is so little time we have to spend together and i value it too greatly to just waste it on some stupid bow and a stick, alright? that’s why i approached ‘anoa as i knew he would be understanding and gladly help me out.” you noticed how tears dared to escape your boyfriend’s eyes, a state he was seldomly seen in, while he was repeatedly nodding his head, "i guess i just felt useless." your heart broke into pieces as you listened to his words. “you will never be useless. not to this clan and especially not to me. your pain is my pain. so please cheer up, okay? i can’t stand seeing you in all this agony,” you said with the hint of a smile on your face, now tearing up yourself, while gently shaking him to try and cheer him up. neteyam sighed in reliefe, coming to realization that you weren’t going anywhere but sticking right to his side.

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EXPERIMENT 56 [your time is coming] sequel | PART 5 |

AVATAR MASTERLIST | EXPERIMENT 56 masterlist

PAIR: Neteyam x Human reader. ( a mix of human and Navi )

Other pairs: Quaritch x reader (platonic) , sully fam x reader.

SUMMARY: Y/N thinks she has a peaceful life with her new family. But a sudden visitor is about to change her life and her family's life.

WARNINGS: 18+, the characters are aged up 20's, a little violence, don't worry no one dies, Y/N and neteyam being parents , Bestie stuff, Family moments.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

Note: I hope you like this chapter, Sorry it took so long to upload this part. I've had a lot of work this week, I've even been sick. But I will be catching up this week. Thanks for the support~~

Max was examining the results that norm had given him 5 minutes ago. He hadn't quite entered the lab, when he came upon the image of Quaritch sitting on the examination table, jake sitting across from him looking at him, as if his life depended on it. And norm asking him a few routine questions. As soon as norm noticed max's presence, both men ran up to him and started asking him questions.

"So?" asks Jake, waiting for an answer from his friend. Damn this knowing what was wrong with Quaritch was killing him. Max keeps looking at the results and talking to himself. "No abnormal activity" says max, looking innocently at the two men. - "Max…we know that…we want to know if there's another 'type' of activity?" shouts norm, the man is hysterical because he's had jake screwing with his existence for the last 4 hours. "He says it's someone else," says jake. Max goes back to looking at the results and walks over to Quaritch. Jake and norm watch as their friend starts talking to the man, it was nonsense questions. About everyday life, or what he liked to do. He also asked him how he had been feeling in the last few months and if he had experienced any changes.

After about half an hour, Jake sees Max approaching them. "His consciousness woke up, that's all. I have to run some more tests, but I'm pretty sure," Max says, as if what he is saying is understood by everyone. The man sees how jake and norm are looking at him open-mouthed.

"OK… The avatars they used for the Recoms, they are avatars that already had consciousness. They needed them to have consciousness so that they would be able to accept the memories of the military. A body that has no consciousness cannot walk on its own. It was like a celebral abduction, they repressed the southconsciousness of these avatars and made them believe that the memories they were introducing were theirs" max speaks. Jake couldn't believe what he was hearing. Norm walks over to his friend.

"Oh…that's right. That's why our avatars couldn't walk around without us, because they had no pre-designed consciousness, they were like newborn babies. While these ones had trained them, to then erase everything…" Norm begins to search and write down what they discovered. " You're telling me… that the man in there… he just had a spiritual awakening and now he's not what we think he is. " jake almost screams, he's frustrated. "Yes… he's totally someone else. He tells me that all the memories he has are of that person…but he's not that military guy" max says.

Jake was going to have a heart attack. You were right, Y/N was right. But he couldn't help but feel that he was in danger, this man who claims to be someone else. He had tried to hurt his family, and he had kidnapped you. He had done so much damage to his now home, pandora. He cannot accept. Norm can watch as jake walks out of the lab, and leaves everyone behind. "Hey where are you going?" yells Norm, as he watches his friend walk away from the lab. Norm knows jake will be fine, he just needs more time. "So what do we do with him?" asks max, giving a look at quaritch who was already lying on the table, while looking at the ceiling and playing with his tail. "I don't know…let's do some more tests" says norm. "He looks like an abandoned kitten" says max. "That's what I say" norm laughs a little.

On the other hand… Y/N was following the strange noises she heard. They were like begging and whimpering…and you were pretty sure they weren't from any animal…they were from a human or some na'vi asking for help. You had lo'ak behind you, both of them had stopped running to approach the target. You had to be quiet, you didn't want to scare anyone. To your good fortune you were both very good at it. You and Lo'ak were experienced at sneaking and being quiet, you had escaped from the family hut many times.

Neteyam had his arrow inches away from spider's head, trapping him on the ground. While the boy tried to cover as much of his face as he could with his hands. A single arrow and he would be dead in seconds. "Nete…what's wrong with you?" said spider, his voice trembling, his eyes tightly closed. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew it was impossible to escape. Neteyam's pupils were dilated, beads of sweat were running down his forehead. He was in a trance of rage. Why did he always have to be involved in everything…why did he always have to be with you? Why you were always looking for spider's help, and not him. Neteyam wanted to overcome everything that had happened, but it was impossible for him. Why did spider have to help you, why wasn't he a good friend and he went and told him. He doesn't trust him… they are supposed to be friends, almost brothers…

Just as the arrow was slipping through his fingers, neteyam moved his arm a little to the left. Causing the arrow to pass right next to spider's head, burying itself in the ground. Spider felt like life was passing through his eyes. Neteyam stayed pointed at spider for a second, bow empty. "Nete…please put the bow down?" says spider, moving his hand to move the bow. Spider noticed that neteyam didn't exert any force, and was able to take the bow and put it on the ground. Neteyam's chest was heaving up and down, he looked like he was in a state of shook. He was a second away from ending his friend's life, how could he be able to do that. And still spider had gotten up from the ground, and had his hands in his arms. Trying to sit him down, spider gets neteyam to sit up. The boy moves a little away from the na'vi in hopes of giving him some space.

"Why does y/n always look for you?" speaks neteyam, sitting on the ground his head was hanging down. It was a sign of defeat. His jealousy had consumed him, to the point of eliminating what he thought was a threat, spider. He felt bad spider had nothing to do with it, even you…you had nothing to do with it. The problem was him. "y/n…she's my friend" spider says in a shaky voice. Neteyam looks up and looks at the boy. You could see the fear she had towards him. "I know she is your friend…but she doesn't trust me" says neteyam, he is silent waiting for some answer from spider.

"She trusted you…and you helped her bring our enemy to the village. She could have counted on my help, but no…she looked for you" says neteyam, now he had his whole body turned to spider. He had an authoritative attitude, but it wasn't defensive. "I think she looked to me for help…for fear that you wouldn't help her. Understand this is a delicate situation…but I didn't agree at first. Besides, you met that man once," says spider. Neteyam crawls a little closer to spider, runs his hands over the back of his neck as he sighs loudly. "Us? You mean my father?" asks neteyam.

"You know how jake is and she…y/n likes to help everyone. She…" Spider pauses. "She's great," says spider. Neteyam's eyes focus on the attitude spider now has. He looked kind of sad. "She's all yours neteyam…she loves you so much. If she seeks my help it is because we are friends…very good friends" spider says, raising his gaze to look at neteyam. He laughs a little, relaxing his shoulders. Maybe he had overacted. "You have a beautiful baby…you have a family with her," spider's voice sounds a little gruff. "I know I missed my chance with her a long time ago…I'm just helping her like I would help you" he says.

Neteyam reaches over to drape an arm around the boy's shoulders and give him a nudge. "Thank you…and sorry for trying to kill you" neteyam says laughing a little. "Oh don't worry…it's not the first time they've done it" neteyam started laughing and spider followed him. They stood in silence for a moment enjoying the tranquility of the jungle. "You know I think Y/N looked me up because she thought I might have some kind of relationship with Quaritch" says spider. "That makes sense" says neteyam. Boy were they stupid, maybe that was your plan all along. A noise interrupts them as the two boys see two figures emerge from the bushes. Y/N falls to the ground and is followed by an agitated lo'ak. They both quickly get up in attack position. Neteyam and spider stand there with their mouths hanging open.

"Ahhhh" yells lo'ak, you see neteyam and spider sitting next to each other. You had misheard…you could have sweared you heard some screaming. "Hello yawnetu!!!" says neteyam, sitting up straight and raising his hand to greet you. Spider copies his movements. He had to pretend, if you found out that he had tried to tempt spider's life…ohhh he was in a lot of trouble. He might be big, but you intimidated the hell out of him. You quickly approach neteyam and you sniff him.

"Something happened" you speak. The two men laugh nervously as they look at each other. "Nooo we were here practicing and talking" says spider. You turn your gaze to analyze the boy. "You were with lo'ak?" asks neteyam to change the subject and distract you. "Yes…we were at the beach" you turn your attention to neteyam. He grabs you by the arm and pulls you so that you are now by his side. "Hey why don't we go to the village…I'm hungry" says lo'ak who all this time had been lying down. Neteyam gets up from the ground, just like spider. They all take their possessions and make their way to the village. As they walked, spider and neteyam gave each other a few glances as they laughed a little. Neteyam was glad to have a friend like spider… who would forgive something like what had happened a few moments ago, nobody. But spider did… he was a strange boy.

Arriving at the village, you see how neytiri is talking to jake outside the family hut. You all glance at each other, and walk over to where the couple is. "Dad…what happened?" you say, a little worried. From the look on his face and the way his tail was all up in the air, you knew your father was having a nervous breakdown. Well, he was always like that…but you were sure he was about to collapse. "Y/N you were right…max just confirmed it" says jake raising his arms a little upset. "I'm what?" you're confused, what's going on. Neytiri tries to calm jake down, and invites them all into the hut. "I'm going to get norm and max" says jake, running towards the lab area. "Mom…" you look at neytiri, who is also confused. Neytiri leads us inside and orders us to sit down.

"Mom, where is noah't" you ask for your son, who is probably hungry. "Kiri has taken him to play with tuk, relax, he is fine" Neytiri gives you a squeeze on your arm, sitting down next to you. Everyone was quiet. Lo'ak and spider were talking about anything. And neteyam is next to you, he was playing with a bracelet he had on his ankle, you knew he was nervous about something, you knew it had to do with what happened a few moments ago with spider. You walk over and lay your head on his shoulder. "Is something wrong? Are you okay?" you ask, neteyam just looks at you and nods his head. His eyes betrayed him…he was feeling guilty. What happened? Out of nowhere, you see norm, max and jake enter the hut.

"Hello family!!!" says Norm, sitting down next to everyone. Jake and max follow him. You see that they have some papers in their hands. You were so curious to see what those papepes had written on them. Max looks at you and laughs a little, as does Norm. "You were right little girl… Quaritch is someone else" says Max, everyone is shocked. What do you mean, he's someone else? So what you had interpreted about eywa was correct. Max tried to explain as much as he could so that everyone understood, spider and lo'ak understood. Even neteyam understood what max meant. But your mother, neytiri is not convinced. "We are going to say that in about 2 or 3 months his past memory will be erased. He will be kept with personality traits and some vague memories." Max says ending his monologue. "So what do we do now?" asks neteyam.

"I don't know…you decide" says norm, looking at you quickly. Oh no, now this was your decision. You had gotten it right the first time, now you had to decide what to do about Quaritch. "Mmm we can ask grandma" you speak up. Neytiri supports your decision. "I think it is the right thing to do, tomorrow morning we will all get together and talk to mo'at. She will recommend us what to do" said neytiri with a serious voice. You were always impressed when she spoke like that, you see how everyone nods and hurries your mother's order. "Perfect" says Jake. After a long talk and norm answered some questions about the situation with Quaritch. Norm and max leave. So does spider, saying goodbye to everyone. Thus leaving neytiri, neteyam , lo'ak , jake and you alone in the hut.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you" says jake, his hand was now holding yours. Your father could be stubborn at times, and it was normal for him to worry. And you hated to see him like that, you knew that the grief and shame he had now had no reason to feel it. "Dad… don't say that" you stand up and hug him. Jake wraps his arms around you and presses you to his chest. "D…daddy" you giggle a little. "Ma jake, let her go" says neytiri laughing a little."My baby girl…" jake says, letting go of you and giving you a kiss on the forehead. "I promise you everything will be okay" you speak, looking at your mother. You knew she was uncomfortable with this whole situation, but she knew how to handle her emotions very well. "I know" says Neytiri, pulling you close to give you another kiss on the cheek. You watch as your two parents look at you, you might be so different, but they loved you so much and trusted you blindly. You hear some smiles and smirks at the entrance. And you all see how kiri enters with tuk, tuk was holding noah't in his arms. While he was playing with some braids in his hair.

"Look who's there!!!" says tuk, pointing at you so your son could see you. Noah't stretched out his little arms as soon as he saw his mom and dad. "Come here" you speak, making faces at noah't. Tuk hands him to you, and you quickly begin to kiss his chubby cheeks. Neteyam is next to you, so you pick up the baby for him to give him a kiss too. Neteyam gives him a kiss and this causes a tender noah't smile. He is already on your chest, laying his head down to fall asleep. "We fed him fruit and played with him a lot" says tuk excitedly. "I see they put something in his hair too" you say, taking a closer look at the baby's new hair ornament. "Yes…that will bring him good luck" says kiri, as she lay down in her hammock. "Ahh yes, how?" asks neteyam, who is now examining the new object in his son's hair. "It's a good luck stone… relax" says neytiri, the woman was looking for various things for the meal. Kiri sticks his tongue out at his older brother and he copies the same gesture.

Neteyam bends, and comes up to your ear. "Ma y/n could we go to our home?" asks neteyam, you stroke your face a little on his cheek, handing him noah't and picking yourself up off the floor. Neteyam copies your movements. "Well…I guess we're leaving" jake is shocked usually you two stay up late with them. "why? you don't want dinner" jake gives neteyam a look, the boy gets a little nervous. "mmm no dad it's just that we are kind of tired" neteyam says shyly. Neteyam was still getting very nervous if he tried to confront his father. "but" jake starts to speak, but is interrupted by a laughing lo'ak. "Father…don't you see they want to be 'alone'" lo'ak speaks in a mocking voice. You laugh a little, you knew neteyam was tired, but you also knew his intentions. "ok….let's go" you start to push neteyam by the thighs, before he started to fight with lo'ak. All the family members say goodbye and you continue on your way to your hut.

You quickly arrived at your hut. Neteyam held noah't, and sat with him on the ground. It was still early to go to sleep, so you had to entertain him for a while before he fell asleep. Luckily for you, your son was a very quiet baby. You sit down next to neteyam, knowing he was acting strange, "Did something happen…between you and spider?" you ask. You could see his ears wiggle and his tail stiffen and start to wag slowly. "mmm I…nothing. Nothing happened" says neteyam. "Neteyam… you are lying to me" you question him. Neteyam sits with his legs crossed and his back straight. He looked like a little boy about to be scolded by his mother, it gave you a little tenderness. "I will tell you the truth" says neteyam. You look at him waiting for an answer. It couldn't be that serious. "I tried to kill spider…but we talked and now everything is fine" says neteyam, he talked as fast as he could so you wouldn't understand well, but boy did you. "You what!!! So the screams I heard were from spider" you raise your voice a little. "Ma y/n everything is fine…calm down" neteyam says, trying to calm you down. You had already gotten up from the ground, and you were right in front of him. It's not like you were very intimidating, even standing up. He looked bigger than you. "Why would you do something like that? Spider didn't do anything" you say. Neteyam looks down.

"I know…and that's why I regretted it. It wasn't right, I let my emotions guide me" he lowered his head in regret. Trying to do damage, and for no justifiable reason was not approved behavior in the omaticaya clan. It was a very passive clan. "Emotions…or jealousy?" you sputter, as you wait for neteyam to have something to say to you. But you only resent a 'mmm' and feel him tilt his head to your chest. You reach out to hug his head. "I don't want to know the reason for the situation…because I'm sure it's something stupid. But did you apologize to spider?" you ask. "Yes I did…spider is a good friend and he understood me" says neteyam, pressing his head on your chest. You stay for a while, stroking his scalp, and giving him a few kisses on the top of his hair. Until you feel someone tapping your foot. You look down, and see noah't raising his arms.

"Ahhh my precious baby…I love you too" you turn away from neteyam, to now sit on his lap. Placing noah't on your chest, you are sure he is very hungry. Neteyam settles in and hugs you. So that both of you are comfortable on his chest. "Why did you ask for spider's help, if I'm ready to do everything for you?" asks neteyam, while rocking in your arms. "You would have helped me care for and feed our father's enemy?" neteyam is silent, of course he wouldn't have. "Spider always does what I want" you speak in a mocking voice. "So you used him" you look up, neteyam had a smile on his lips. "Hey…don't say it like that. Yes…but I didn't mean it that way. He's my friend, that's all" you return to settle back on his chest.

After an hour, Noah wasn't very sleepy. So you put him in his hammock. A small hammock that his aunt kiri had made for him. "He looks so cute!!!" you give him a soft kiss on his cheeks, as you watch the baby settle in. You carefully close the curtain that separated the baby's space from the hut (for privacy) "Hey come here" says neteyam, he was sitting on the other side of the hut. Luckily for you your home was quite big, designed for a family of 5 people. You walk towards him, you see that he has some kind of cream in his hands. "What is it?" you watch as neteyam takes some out of the bottle, and takes your arm to apply it to your skin. "It's ngrr help for hybridization, and it smells great too" neteyam takes your arm, and sniffs the scent leaving a kiss. You laugh a little but let him continue what he is planning to do.

You stand in front of him, watch as he takes a generous amount in his hands and mixes it in his palms. Now he begins to massage it into your legs, his hands gently massaging your skin. You see how he is giving you a few looks, and he comes over to give you a kiss on your shoulder. As he continues to carefully massage your legs, he gently moves up from your calves to the back of your thighs and you feel him squeeze his hands. "They are so soft and plump" neteyam bites his lip and you giggle a little taking his face in your hands. "Hey…easy" you tease, as you feel his grip get tighter and he moves his hands to squeeze your ass. In one swift movement he pulls you closer to him, so that your hands are now around his neck. His hands now crawl to your crotch, to pull you up. You had reached his lips, pulling him closer to you to deepen the kiss, as he let out a few desperate moans, while his hands made quick work of your clothing.

In a matter of seconds your clothes were on the floor, while his hands touched any part of your body he could reach. He seemed so desperate for your touch, and there you could understand his behavior. "Are you?" you pull away a little from his lips, but he keeps leaving kisses on your jaw and breasts. "Neteyam… I" your voice is clipped as you feel his hands lift you off the ground. And he straddles you towards the hammock you both shared. Your back in cold material, as neteyam settled on top of you, leaving kisses on your breasts going down to your belly. "All mine…" was almost a whisper, almost to himself. Reminding himself that he was the only man who could take you like this.

Your legs spread intently, leaving him a clear path. Your hands travel to the top of his head to push him to where you needed him most. "Let's finish what we started this morning" says neteyam giving several bites on your lower belly, you lift your hips a little. You were a mess in little moans, he didn't know the effect he had on you. You thought he was a fool to think, that any man could stand a chance with you.

On the other hand…

Quaritch was sitting on the bed that mo'at had prepared for him. Well, it was more like where she settled anyone who came to ask for her help. He was feeling better, the medications and some stitches that Norm had given him had helped him a lot. He felt strange, he felt like he was in a completely new place, he was like a new person. Every hour that passed felt new to him. His legs were crossed, and now he was holding his tail, analyzing it. Mo'at on the other hand had been watching the man, norm and max had explained everything to her. To her it was watching a lost toddler.

"Careful with that tail…you don't want to hurt yourself" says mo'at. Quaritch quickly lets go of his tail. Mo'at is silent for a moment, until she begins to speak. Capturing the avatar's full attention. "Do you have a name?" the woman asks. She looks at the man who now had his ears lowered and his tail had stopped wagging. "Well…they call me quartch. But I like Miles better" Mo'at smiles a little. "Well Miles, how does it feel to wake up?" Miles settles more into his spot, and gets excited about the question. He'd been there all day, testing and listening to how he was someone else. But no one had ever asked him how he felt…until now. "I feel strange…but free" Miles says, Mo'at stands up and hands him a type of container that contained a drink. "I'm glad you found your home…Y/N wasn't wrong about you" mo'at says.

"Y/N…she where is she? I haven't seen her since I got here." Miles says. Mo'at could notice Miles' behavior to talk about you. Miles' ears perked up, his tail began to wag with excitement, and his eyes widened with interest. "I imagine she's with her mate…it's normal not to see couples this time of year," says mo'at, she knew better than to talk about her granddaughter's intimacy. But she wanted to set the record straight. " Time?" asks Miles, he doesn't understand much of the Navi language. "Mating season" says mo'at without any embarrassment. Miles nods his head, and she can see the redness on the tips of his ears. He didn't have to ask about you…of course you were with your mate. Who else would you be with. "Well get some rest…it's going to be a long day tomorrow," says mo'at getting up to leave the hut. The man stands there thinking, as he settled in. He had to get used to the idea that he wouldn't see you, he just wanted to tell you how grateful he was to you.

6:00 am

The entire sully family was gathered at mo'at's entrance, waiting for norm and max to arrive. They were going to talk to mo'at about the situation, now that they knew that Quaritch was going through his facet of being someone else. And that it wasn't going to hurt, they couldn't just take him out of the village. The poor guy didn't know how to defend himself, life in Pandora is not the same as in the military camp. Besides, you weren't going to let them take him out, you had put so much effort in taking care of him. "Well…what's taking so long?" says Neytiri. As she moves from side to side, you knew she was nervous. This was not a situation she liked, but she had to respect her mother's decision.

On the other hand, neteyam is sitting on a rock. He had his hands around your waist, pressing you to his chest. You could feel how nervous he was, just knowing that you were going to see this man was putting him in a bad mood. Spider slowly approached the group, he hadn't seen neteyam since yesterday. His head was down, and he walked straight towards you. You move a little away from neteyam, and take spider's hand to give him a hug. "Hey…are you okay? i heard about what happened yesterday" you say, looking quickly at neteyam. He laughs a little and waves to spider. "Yeah, I'm fine… nete and I set the record straight" spider laughs, and reaches out his hand to touch neteyam's shoulder. You intertwine your arms with spider's, at the same time norm and max arrive.

You all enter mo'at's hut, as you enter you can see how Miles is sitting next to mo'at. He was helping the woman, he looked so calm. He looked like a different person. You let go of spider's arms and move away from neteyam. And you run to Miles, hugging him by the neck. "Quaritch!!!" you speak cheerfully. The man wraps his arm around your back, laughing. "How are you little one?" speaks Miles. Everyone in the room was looking at you with surprise. The relationship you had created with Miles was very strong. Neteyam had already stepped forward beside you. Miles looks up, watching as your partner looks at him. He moves his hands away from your back. Jake and neytiri had sat down next to mo'at. The atmosphere is heavy, you could feel the breeze. Neytiri had her eyes on Miles, she leans over and takes your arm to pull you closer to her. You obey your mother and sit next to her. Neteyam follows you, while lo'ak and spider stand near the entrance. "Well… I'm glad you're all here," mo'at says.

"I've made up my mind, about this man" mo'at relays a smile to Miles. Jake was about to speak, but the woman raises her hand. "shhh" neytiri says. Your father could be the great jakesully, a strong warrior. But if your mother said to shut up, he does it without thinking.

"I have decided to keep him with us" says mo'at. "Mother!!!!" yells neytiri, getting upset as she lifted herself a little from her seat. Neteyam followed in her mother's footsteps, as did jake. Meanwhile spider and lo'ak were left in a state of shocked. You try to calm your family, but they all ignore you. It's not like you can do much surrounded by giants. "Grandmother…but this man is dangerous" says neteyam. "Neteyam!!!" you take his hand, making him sit up. Miles' eyes meet yours for a moment, you could see those words hurt him. The avatar in front of them, was someone else. But he didn't blame anyone.

"HE WILL STAY HERE! We will help him to adapt…to live with us. I have spoken!" says mo'at. Your grandmother was very upset, she was looking straight at Jake and Neytiri. Norm and max had taken it upon themselves to explain everything to mo'at. She knew the right thing to do was to help him, and let him be part of the clan. Of course, he had to earn the trust of the clan. Everyone in the hut is silent for a long time. Neytiri stands up and looks at MILES. "If you do…the slightest harm to my family. I will kill you again with my own hands" you stand up and take her hand. "Mom calm down…don't be like this" you try to reassure her. Jake could be calmer than your mother, she couldn't control her motherly instincts…in that hut were her children. And they were saying that the man who had done so much damage to their family was going to be part of the clan.

After some discussion, various things. How Miles should behave, and what he should do to gain the trust of the clan. The whole family gets up and leaves the mo'at hut. Only Spider, neteyam and you stayed behind. "Y/N… I am proud of you. Your skills have grown so much" says mo'at caressing your face. You get up from the ground, and sit next to Miles. "ahhhh I am happy for you, how do you feel?" you speak. You felt strange talking to him. Days ago he was the soldier you once knew, and now he was a whole new man. You were glad to know that you had had a big impact on his memories, because he still remembered you.

"I'm…I'm happy. But confused" Miles speaks, his ears move back. You can hear spider's sarcastic laugh. You look up and make a face at spider. Spider walks over and sits down next to neteyam, who hasn't taken his eyes off Miles at any point. The two men were sure of something, they had to keep an eye on you at all times. They knew that from now on you were not going to leave his side. "Spider…I think you could help Y/N. Miles needs a lot of help" says mo'at, who was sitting next to you. "And so do you neteyam" mo'at chuckles a little.

Before the two boys could complain, mo'at starts talking. "Yes…you two are going to help Y/N. And I don't want you to be complaining" mo'at says. You chuckle a little, as you adjust a piece of Miles' outfit. He looks at you and gives you a shy smile. "Don't worry… you'll get used to it. And everyone will accept you" you say, smiling.

"Let's see" says neteyam in a low voice, just so spider can hear him. "Yes, I doubt it will come so easily to him," says spider. They both have their arms crossed, you watch them. Could they stop judging him, and understand that miles is not the person who once created the RDA.

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[arkiwii]

What do you think of Saria / Silence / Ptilopsis? Silence has two wings, and Joyce was very affectionate in the manhua...

that's! an amazing question! you can get a cookie

so I actually did condidered it at some point. I have absolutely nothing against polycule ships, and I do headcanon some characters as poly, so I was wondering hey, maybe I should consider Saria/Silence/Ptilopsis! I started by reading a few fanfictions, and I ended up with the conclusion "it's very cute"

and. that's all

I'm not against the ship, and I'm ok with it, but I just can't be into it - and the main reason comes from Ptilopsis herself. you see, she's such an amazing and complex character, and I ended up with a few headcanons about her. I'll explain it;

firstly, I can't decide whenever I want to imagine that Joyce does have romantic feelings for Olivia, or not. I don't want to say "she doesn't have them because of device #9" - she had proven a lot that she can feel things, she just can't express them well. so saying that she can't feel love is very wrong. but in any cases, I came with a conclusion; even if she was in love, she wouldn't even recognize it. my main example is with how seems to struggle to understand the concept of affection, and it's proven in her operator record:

it's taking place after Rhine Lab... is she doubting her friendship with Silence??* not saying she never considered Silence as a friend, but I think she's... unaware. it's like she can feel things, but can't process what she's feeling. so if she was in love, would she even know? does she think she's even able to feel love?

*(adding that it might just be a joke. in Silence's operator record, she does "register Silence as a friend". but it's because Silence said that Joyce was her friend. and when Silence reminds her again "you're my friend", she felt the need to confirm it? and she notes it in her diary, too. a diary where she writes things she doesn't want to forget. it's like she forgets that she's not just "Dr. Silence's assistant".)

and the second reason is, even if she was in love, even if she realized it... I don't think she would say it or want to engage in a relationship.

she knows that she's dying, and she cares a lot about Silence. she really does. but Olivia is going through a lot - Joyce knows that her death would cause a lot of pain for Olivia. because she's Olivia's friend - now imagine if she was Olivia's partner. that would cause way more pain. I don't think Joyce would allow this to happen, she wouldn't want. as she says, she wants them to have a happy ending, even if it means that Olivia has to be happy with someone else.

Ptilopsis is a very tragic character. love is a strong and beautiful feeling, and my god, you can write so much story about it. I can understand that people would want her to be in a relationship, after all, we all want her happy, and I wanr her happy too! but I'm a dumbass bound to "the scenario" and I tend to build headcanons and ships based on if it brings something interesting or not. and I think Ptilopsis is an amazing example of "to love is to want the person you love happy, even if it's without you".

and I also want to add that Joyce is happy either way! well, she says that she's satisfied with her life. it could have been better, but she doesn't mourn it. despite what device #9 brought in her life, it also gave her another view on life, and opened her eyes to things she never saw before. and she thinks it's suffisant

ANYWAY SO big tl;dr - they're cute and I don't mind it at all, but I can't ship them because it would bring nothing but pain when she'll be gone. and I fucking love drama and angst and bittersweet scenarios

[subhumanselflover]

may I request some hurt/comfort with happy chaos? like say she's (reader) super stressed out due to work and school and honestly is just pretty depressed, but is very used to bottling those feelings up and suppressing them. when chaos inevitably asks if she's okay, she finally admits that nah, she ain't okay and he comforts her. she very rarely shows strong emotions like this so it's kinda a big deal. It can be a drabble or headcannons! this is very self indulgent so feel free to ignore this one😭

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note: what you call self indulgent i call a detailed request (therefore, easier for me to write because i have more to work with) !!! <3 anything for you hc anon. you and the bedman anon are like buddies to me. im gonna format this one kinda funky as kinda half headcanons half drabble ish? hope you don't mind the little formatting experiment :3

Happy Chaos and an overstressed S/O

Happy Chaos had noticed that something felt.. off. But he didn't want to say anything about it quite yet.

Though it hit a breaking point when you had barely said a word to him when you got home today, so of course, he asked the question.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart, are you okay?" Chaos asked, with a hand on your shoulder.

After letting out a sigh, you admit to him (not without some trying to suppress the fact) that no, in fact, you weren't okay.

Chaos knew that wasn't easy for you, just admitting it was a straining thing, one that you almost immediately regretted, had it not been for the way that he quickly wrapped his arms around you.

"I gotcha, babygirl. I know it's not easy right now.. but what can I do for ya?" He soothed a hand through your hair, doing his best to comfort you.

You weren't sure what to answer at first-- both of you knew that it wasn't his responsibility to fix you, but Chaos knew he could at least do something to support you.

"I'm not gonna be able to fix ya, honey, but I know you've got a lot going on. I can at least do something to help a bit. I'm here, baby, whatever support you need."

Chaos made you dinner that night, and helped you with anything that you needed. He couldn't solve your issues, but he could ease them to the best of his ability. You didn't know he could cook until that, but it was yet another skill he just kinda pulled out of his ass.

That night, he takes you for a drive, keeping the radio quiet, and the windows down. The air of the night is cool, comforting, and he points out everything that you pass, trying to help you stay grounded. Perhaps trying to show you that it'll all be worth it, perhaps just trying to help you relax and get your mind off things. Maybe a bit of both. If you feel like talking, he lets you talk about everything, and talks you through it when you need.