#but. as mentioned above. DAMN fine looking creature

[romanceyourdemons]

at the end of the day, a movie does not need to be “good” to have a damn good looking creature

[chiyuuchu]

Who the hell would buy a Labubu? <3 (3rd November 2024)

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Prompt! Bakugou overhears his crush whining over wanting a Labubu and goes out of his way for it

The cafeteria was shrouding with the latest trend: Labubu figures. Everywhere you looked, someone seemed to be talking about them, pulling up pictures on their phones, or showing off new additions to their collections. The Bakusquad was no exception.

“Dude, have you seen these things?” Kaminari said, scrolling through his phone and shoving it in Bakugou’s direction. “They’re called Labubu. Apparently, they’re, like, the hottest thing right now.”

Bakugou gave the screen a disgusted look, raising an eyebrow at the tiny creature with big, weird eyes and a goofy grin. “What the hell is that? And who’d pay that much for something so ugly?”

Kirishima chuckled, trying to explain. “I dunno, man, it’s kinda cute in a strange way. People are obsessed with them. They’re even blind boxes, so you don’t know which one you’re gonna get until you open it.”

Bakugou scoffed. “So you’re telling me people are throwing cash away on some creepy-looking gremlin they don’t even get to choose? That’s dumb.”

Just as he was shaking his head, he heard a familiar laugh nearby. He glanced over to see Y/N with a few of the other girls, chatting excitedly, and his ears perked up when he caught her mention the word “Labubu.”

“I’ve wanted one for ages,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling as she spoke. “Especially the pink one, Dada. It’s so cute! I’ve tried to find it, but it’s sold out everywhere.”

Mina nodded enthusiastically. “They’re hard to get your hands on right now. But I bet you’ll find one soon, Y/N! They’re so you.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows knitted together as he watched her. He didn’t get the appeal of those weird little figures, but seeing Y/N light up while talking about it stirred something he couldn’t quite ignore.

Turning back to his friends, he scowled even harder. “It’s still ugly,” he muttered, though now his mind was racing with the thought of Y/N smiling with one of those creepy toys in her hands.

He didn’t get the appeal, but… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try finding one for her anyway.

Bakugou pushed through the door of the specialty store, the bell jingling above him. He took a quick glance around, noting the colorful shelves lined with various Labubu figures. Each one looked weirder than the last, and he scowled at the thought of spending money on such ridiculous toys.

“Can I help you?” the cashier asked, her friendly tone grating on his nerves.

“Yeah, I need one of those Labubu things,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Which one?” she replied, eyeing him curiously.

“Uh, the pink one. The Dada,” he muttered, trying to sound casual.

“Oh! That one’s really popular,” she said, her eyes brightening. “But it’s a blind box, so you won’t know if you get it until you open it.”

Bakugou frowned, the frustration boiling in his chest. “What do you mean? How the hell am I supposed to know if I get the pink one?”

“It’s random,” she explained, shrugging. “You can buy one box, but there’s no guarantee.”

He huffed, feeling the pressure of time ticking away. Y/N had been talking about wanting a Labubu for weeks, and if he was going to do this, he wanted to make sure he got the right one. “Fine, give me six.”

The cashier blinked in surprise. “You want a bulk pack?”

“Just give me the damn boxes!” he snapped, not wanting to waste time debating. The thought of Y/N’s smile pushed him to act, no matter how ridiculous it seemed.

After paying for the bulk pack, he exited the store, the weight of the bag heavy in his hands. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and determination as he headed back to the dorm.

Once he got inside, Bakugou tossed the bag onto his bed and unzipped it, revealing the six colorful Labubu boxes inside. He could feel a sense of anticipation building up in him. “Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, grabbing the first box.

With each box he opened, his heart raced. The first one revealed a bright green Labubu with silly eyes. “Nope,” he said, tossing it aside.

He tore through the second box, revealing a blue one. “Not it either,” he grumbled, throwing it next to the first.

The third box contained a purple Labubu, which only added to his growing annoyance. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, grabbing the fourth box.

As he opened the fourth, a yellow Labubu stared back at him, and he groaned loudly. “Why is this so hard?”

He moved to the fifth box, desperate for a win. But it only brought another bizarre figure. “Are you kidding me?!” he shouted, tossing it aside in frustration.

Finally, he reached the last box, his heart pounding with hope. He ripped it open, pulling the figure out slowly.

As the pink Labubu came into view, his breath hitched. “Yes! Finally!” he exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement. It was the Dada Labubu, the one Y/N had wanted the most.

Bakugou quickly shoved the figure back into its box, a grin spreading across his face. He couldn’t wait to see Y/N’s reaction when he surprised her with it.

“Now I just have to figure out how to give this to her without making it weird,” he murmured, already plotting the perfect moment to reveal his secret.

Class 1-A was buzzing with excitement and chatter during lunch, but Bakugou barely noticed. All he could focus on was the small, carefully wrapped box sitting in his bag, and his heart was beating a little faster than he wanted to admit.

He glanced across the classroom at Y/N, who was laughing with Mina, and felt a surge of warmth he tried hard to ignore. For weeks, she’d been talking nonstop about how she couldn’t find a Labubu figure anywhere. She’d checked every store, every website, but they were sold out, leaving her heartbroken and, to his quiet dismay, a bit gloomy.

Bakugou had found himself listening to her without meaning to, her excitement and disappointment lingering in his mind longer than he’d expected. After a while, he couldn’t shake it; he’d gotten up, practically stormed through every store he could think of, and, by some miracle, found the last Labubu in stock. It was ridiculous how much effort he’d gone through—but he’d done it. For her.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up, box in hand. The class quieted as they noticed him crossing the room, eyes widening in surprise when he stopped in front of Y/N’s desk.

“Bakugou?” she asked, looking up at him with a puzzled smile.

He held out the box, clearing his throat as he forced himself to meet her gaze. “Here. Since you wouldn’t shut up about it.”

Her eyes widened, realization dawning as she carefully took the box from his hands, hands slightly trembling. “Wait… no way…”

“Yeah, it’s that damn Labubu you kept going on about,” he muttered, his voice softer than usual. “Figured you’d be happier if you had it.”

Her expression shifted from disbelief to awe as she looked at him, her face lighting up in a way that made his heart stutter. She opened the box slowly, as if savoring the moment, and when she saw the figure, her eyes filled with happiness and something else—a warmth that made his face feel unexpectedly hot.

“Bakugou… thank you,” she whispered, her voice gentle, like he was seeing a side of her she usually kept hidden. She bit her lip, staring at the Labubu and then back at him. “I can’t believe you actually found it. I’ve wanted this for so long, and you… you really did this for me?”

“Don’t get any ideas,” he grumbled, looking away, his cheeks dusted pink. “It was just… annoying to hear you complain about it every day.”

But she only laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re really sweet, you know that?”

The class, watching the exchange, started to murmur, sharing knowing glances and grins. Kaminari leaned over to Kirishima, whispering, “Dude, Bakugou’s totally got it bad.”

“Shut up, idiots!” Bakugou barked, his voice snapping the class back into silence, but the embarrassment only made him redder.

Y/N giggled, and without thinking, she stepped closer and hugged him, burying her face against his shoulder. “Thank you, Bakugou. Really. This means so much to me.”

He froze, feeling the warmth of her arms around him, and for a split second, all his defenses melted away. His hand hovered before he slowly placed a palm on her head, just for a moment. “You’re welcome,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, only for her to hear.

When she pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes sparkled with joy. “Guess I owe you one now, huh?”

“Tch, whatever,” he muttered, but his gaze softened as he watched her. “Just… don’t lose it, alright?”

She nodded, clutching the figure to her chest. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Open it,” he said, crossing his arms, trying to look indifferent. “If you’re lucky, it’ll be the one you wanted, right?”

She grinned, carefully unwrapping the box with everyone watching, the anticipation building in the air. The class waited with bated breath as she peeled back the top, lifting out the mystery figure. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she slowly unwrapped it, revealing…

A flash of pink fur.

She gasped, holding up the tiny pink Labubu figure—Dada. It was the exact one she’d been hoping for, the one she’d mentioned every time the topic came up.

The girls beside her all gasped.

“No way! It’s Dada! The pink one!” she squealed, looking up at him with a mixture of shock and happiness. “Bakugou, this is the one I wanted most!”

He shrugged, fighting a smirk. “Guess you got lucky, then.”

She stared at the figure, clearly overwhelmed, then met his eyes with a soft smile that made his heart skip. “Thank you, Bakugou. Really. This is perfect.”

The class burst into soft laughter and teasing whispers, and Kirishima nudged him with a grin. “Aw, man, you really went all out!”

Bakugou scowled, looking away to hide the warmth creeping up his face. “I just wanted some peace and quiet, alright?”

But Y/N only laughed, cradling her Dada Labubu, and gave him a look that told him she saw right through him. And, just this once, Bakugou didn’t mind.

After the excitement of lunch had settled and the class had dispersed, Bakugou found himself sitting alone in his room, staring at the collection of Labubu boxes he still had. He’d returned home with the six he’d bought, but after seeing Y/N’s joy, he hadn’t had the heart to keep the rest.

He picked up the boxes one by one, contemplating what to do with them. They were all the same—a mix of colors and characters he couldn’t remember the names of, each one just as bizarre as the last. He scowled, trying to shake off the thought that maybe he could just toss them or give them to someone else.

With a sigh, he stood and marched over to Y/N’s room, rapping his knuckles against her door. “Hey! You in there?”

A muffled voice called back, “Yeah, just a second!” The sound of shuffling filled the air before the door swung open to reveal Y/N, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Uh… I was thinking.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding her gaze. “I don’t know what to do with these,” he said, gesturing to the boxes. “So, here.”

He shoved them into her arms, watching as her eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, what? Bakugou, are you serious?” She looked down at the colorful boxes, clearly taken aback.

“Yeah, yeah. Just take them. I don’t want them.” He shrugged, trying to play it cool even though he felt a rush of warmth at seeing her so happy.

Y/N laughed in disbelief as she glanced at the boxes, her heart racing with excitement. “But… these are all so expensive! Are you sure you don’t want them?”

“Does it look like I want them?” Bakugou snapped, but he didn’t mean to sound harsh. “I already got you the pink one. Just take them, dammit!”

She was still processing, her mind racing with thoughts. “I can’t believe you’re giving me all of these. Bakugou, this is so generous of you!”

He scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. “Don’t go making it weird. I just didn’t want to deal with them.”

But as she looked up at him, her smile genuine and bright, he felt something shift in his chest. “Wait, you’re keeping the yellow one, right?”

Bakugou blinked, the question catching him off guard. “What? No, I just—”

“Wait, you like Labubu?” she asked, tilting her head with a teasing grin.

“W-What? No!” He turned red, the rush of embarrassment hitting him like a tidal wave. “I mean, it’s just… it’s growing on me, okay?”

She laughed, clearly enjoying his flustered state. “Yeah, right! Just admit it! You like them.”

“Shut up!” he barked, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward against his will.

“You do! I knew it!” she teased, playfully nudging him.

Bakugou huffed, turning his head away, but deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, those weird little figures weren’t so bad after all. Not when they made her smile like that.

The next day, the sun shone brightly over U.A. as Bakugou made his way to class, still riding the high of Y/N's delighted reaction to her pink Labubu. But as he entered the classroom, the teasing atmosphere hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Look who’s proud of his new friend!” Kaminari called out, pointing at Bakugou’s backpack, where the yellow Labubu dangled from a clip. “Nice one, Bakugou! Is that your pet now?”

Bakugou glared at him, scowling as he rolled his eyes. “Shut the hell up, you idiot. It’s just a stupid thing.”

“Stupid?!” Kirishima laughed, leaning over to get a better look. “You’re the one who bought six of them! And now you’ve got one clipped to your bag? Sounds like you’re a fan!”

“Just because I bought one doesn’t mean I’m a fan!” Bakugou snapped, the heat rising in his cheeks. “I’m just making sure it doesn’t get lost, dumbass.”

Just then, Y/N walked in, her own bag swinging at her side, the pink Labubu proudly displayed as it dangled from the strap. The moment her classmates spotted her, the teasing escalated.

“Hey, Y/N! Looks like you and Bakugou have matching accessories!” Mina chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Isn’t that adorable?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed as she smiled, glancing over at Bakugou, who was scowling like he was about to explode. “I guess so! I mean, he found it for me after all,” she said, her tone light and playful.

Bakugou tried to suppress the grin that threatened to break through as Y/N beamed at him, but his friends weren’t having it.

“Aww, Bakugou! You two are, like, Labubu buddies now!” Kaminari teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “Next thing we know, you’ll be collecting them together!”

“Shut up!” Bakugou growled, though the edge of his voice was dulled by a hint of embarrassment. “It’s just a coincidence!”

“Yeah, right,” Kirishima chuckled. “I can see it now: ‘Bakugou and Y/N, the ultimate Labubu collectors!’”

“Ugh! Just drop it already!” Bakugou shouted, crossing his arms defensively. He tried to focus on the board, but he could feel Y/N’s gaze on him, a mix of amusement and something softer that made his heart race.

As the laughter and teasing continued, Y/N stepped closer to Bakugou, a playful glint in her eye. “You know, I think you look cute with your little Labubu,” she said, her voice teasing yet sincere. “And it really suits you.”

Bakugou’s cheeks burned, and he turned away quickly, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Tch! It’s not cute! It’s just… it’s just practical!”

But Y/N’s laughter echoed in his ears, and as he caught her smile, he couldn’t help but feel a warmth spreading in his chest. Maybe having the yellow Labubu wasn’t so bad after all.

[cyren-myadd]

Could you make a Quaritch ticklish fic with his son Spider, please?

I've never gotten a request before! I hope you enjoy:

“Hey, Quaritch, look at this!”

Quaritch looked up from where he was washing his sweat-soaked tank top in a small stream at the sound of Spider’s voice. It took him a moment to spot him crouched among a bunch of oversized ferns, with something cradled in his hands. He couldn’t tell exactly what it was from his position. When Spider saw he had his attention, he very, very slowly stood and walked over to Quaritch with his mysterious prize hidden in his arms.

Alarm bells immediately went off in Quaritch’s head and his ears twitched up in alarm. Spider never did anything “very, very slowly,” so there had to be a reason for it. The shit eating grin on his face gave Quaritch the sneaking suspicion that whatever the reason was, he wasn’t going to like it.

Quaritch went back to cleaning his top and hoped Spider would get bored and leave him alone, but he had no such luck. To his dismay, Spider marched right up to him and gently displayed his hands with a soft, “ta da!”

“Ugh!” Quaritch didn’t bother trying to hide his disgust at the sight of the hideous little creature in Spider’s hands: it looked like the nightmarish offspring of a scorpion and a hornet, and it was about the size of a small dog. Coarse, wiry hair covered its spindly legs, and a wicked-looking stinger hovered mere centimeters above the unprotected skin of Spider’s palm. Quaritch’s ears flattened back in revulsion. Why such a beast would ever need to exist was beyond him. God, he hated this damn planet.

Spider snickered at his reaction. “You like it?”

“No! What the hell even is that? Why are you holding it?” Quaritch leaned away from Spider warily. He wouldn’t put it past the kid to try and throw it at him for shits and giggles. “Put that thing back where you found it before it stings you for Christ’s sake!”

“The Na’vi call it kalwey. Humans call it tarantula-wasp.” Spider explained, calmly letting the little nightmare crawl over his arms.

“If this is your way of asking for a pet, the answer is no.”

“Kalwey isn’t a pet. It’s a game!”

Quaritch stared balefully down at Spider and his new “friend.” He didn’t even want to ask. In the end, he didn’t need to ask because Spider continued explaining anyway.

“So, kalwey have a venom for hunting their prey. It’s harmless to Na’vi and humans, but it sure stings a lot. The Omaticaya have a game where you take turns holding the kalwey to prove you can stay calm under pressure, ‘cause the kalwey is easily startled, but it won’t sting as long as you keep your cool, see?” Sure enough, Spider stayed relaxed and the kalwey crawled up and down his arms without threatening to sting. It even crawled all the way up to his head and onto the plexiglass of his exopack. The damned thing was so big Quaritch couldn’t even see Spider’s face behind it, but he didn’t need to see to know he was still grinning like an idiot.

“Well, that’s great, kid. I’m so glad you were raised by people who think this is a good past-time.” He responded dryly.

“Wanna play with me?”

“No.”

“Aww, why not?” Spider whined while the kalwey migrated to the top of his head. It must’ve thought his dreadlocks were a good place to nest, because it folded up its legs and sat there like the world’s ugliest hat.

“Because this is ridiculous. Put it back.”

“What’s the matter? You scared?”

“I said, put it back.”

“You know, Jake is, like, really good at this game. It’s probably impossible to beat him…”

The mention of Sully instantly made Quaritch narrow his eyes. He stared Spider down for a long minute. Then, he heaved a heavy sigh and stuck out one hand. “Fine. Give me the damn bug.”

“Ha!” Spider crowed victoriously before gently removing the kalwey from its perch on his head and placing it into Quaritch’s palm.

Quaritch grimaced at the feel of its hairy little feet digging into his skin. Then, to his horror, it started crawling up his arm. He held his arm away from his body, hoping to discourage the creature from getting closer to him, but he had no such luck. It scuttled over the eagle tattoo and reached his shoulder, putting it uncomfortably close to his face. He realized he should’ve put his tank top back on before agreeing to play this ridiculous game, but it was too late to do anything about it now. All he could do was watch as the creature inched closer to his unprotected torso.

“Spider…”

“Just relax! The rule is that you have to let the kalwey go where it wants.” Explained Spider, who looked like he was enjoying Quaritch’s discomfort immensely.

Quaritch was about to tell Spider to take the damned thing off of him before it reached his neck, but then Spider said with a smug little smirk, “don’t tell me you’re scared?”

“Of course not!” Quartich snapped, mentally resigning himself to letting the kalwey have free reign of his body until Spider got bored of the game. He had a pretty short attention span. Hopefully, this would get old for him soon.

To Quaritch’s relief, when the kalwey reached his collarbone, it didn’t crawl up onto his neck, but instead went down onto his chest. Then, Quaritch found himself wishing it had crawled onto his neck when it reached his sides. Eight tiny, prickly feet dug into his striped blue skin as it crawled up and down.

Quaritch pressed his lips together in a tight line. His tail twitched and his chest started to shake. He prayed the little monster would move down onto his legs, which were protected by his pants, but unfortunately, it seemed to like skittering over his belly and his sides. Quaritch jammed his fist against his lips as his shoulders started to shake even harder.

Spider’s impish grin faded as he watched Quaritch shake. “Uh… are you okay?”

“Take it— take it off.” Quaritch wheezed through clenched teeth.

“What?”

“I said, ta– ake it off,” he repeated, his voice strained.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Spider—” he snapped in irritation, and suddenly, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. A small laugh escaped him that made his belly shake. “Aha, ha!”

Spider recoiled in surprise. It was the first time he’d ever heard him laugh. He probably hadn’t even thought Quaritch could laugh.

Unfortunately, the way Quaritch’s body shook from struggling to hold in his laughter upset the kalwey. It let out a warning hiss at having its exploration disturbed, and raised its wicked stinger menacingly.

“Spider, now!” Quaritch barked between strained laughs.

Right before the creature could sting him, Spider snapped out of his surprise and smacked it off his body so fast it didn’t have time to strike. Once the kalwey was gone, all the laughs Quaritch had been holding back finally escaped him.

“Ha, ha, ha— oh, hell!” He wheezed out a deep belly laugh before quickly sobering up into a scowl.

Spider stared up at him in confusion. “Quaritch?”

“Don’t ever ask me to do something like that again. That’s an order.” He snapped. His skin itched with the memory of little feet scampering over his skin.

“Wait a minute…” Spider began slowly. The confused look on his face was quickly giving way to something much more mischievous. It was a look Quaritch definitely didn’t like. “Are you ticklish?”

“No, I am not ticklish.” Quaritch glowered down at Spider, whose grin was growing wider by the second.

“Yuh-huh, you totally are!”

“I’m not a child, Spider. Of course I’m not ticklish. Now, come on, let’s get back to the rest of the squad.” Quaritch grabbed his wet tank top and quickly turned to leave, hoping if he changed the subject fast enough Spider would forget about the whole affair.

He didn’t make it five steps before a small set of hands dug into his sensitive sides. It startled him so much that he let out a small squeal of a laugh— a sound so unmanly it was downright shameful. The embarrassing little giggle was quickly drowned out by Spider bursting into laughter.

“Holy shit, you are ticklish! Ha!” He guffawed.

“You little—!” With a growl of embarrassment, Quaritch whipped around to scowl at him. He couldn’t believe Spider actually had the audacity to tickle him. Fucking tickle him. Quaritch was a colonel for Christ’s sake, not one of his little Na’vi friends to play around with.

While Spider continued to laugh at his expense, Quaritch scrambled to come up with the appropriate reaction to his behavior. If one of his subordinates had ever dared to tickle him, he would’ve had them court martialed faster than they could say Jack Robinson. But Spider wasn’t one of his subordinates. He couldn’t exactly court martial a teenager with no rank. Technically, Spider was a prisoner of war, but no POW would ever be in a position to mess with a colonel. Besides, Quaritch didn’t really want to treat him like a POW. At a loss for how to discipline him for his insubordination, all he could do was continue to glare at him disapprovingly while he howled with mean-spirited laughter.

“Alright, that’s enough. Shut up and come back to camp with me.” Quaritch ordered. He hoped the warning tone in his voice would be enough to make Spider forget this ever happened, but Spider either didn’t notice or didn’t care that he was on thin ice.

“Oh my god, the big bad Colonel Quaritch is ticklish! Who knew this was your weakness all along?” Spider snickered.

Quaritch turned to stomp back to camp, and this time Spider barely waited for his back to turn before a sneaky little hand snaked towards his exposed side. Unfortunately for Spider, this time Quaritch was ready for him. Before he could tickle him again, Quaritch seized his wrist and pinned the giggling Spider to the ground.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Quaritch snapped before he dug his fingers into Spider’s sides just how he’d dug his hands into his. Nothing happened. He changed tactics and tried to get a reaction by lightly tickling his belly and then his armpits, but it didn’t work. Instead of helplessly laughing, Spider just smirked.

Quaritch sat back on his haunches, but kept a hand on Spider to keep him pinned. “You’re not ticklish.”

“Nope! Just you.” Despite being pinned to the ground by someone who could easily crush his ribcage, Spider didn’t look worried at all. In fact, he was grinning so wide he looked like the cheshire cat. 

Quaritch’s ears twitched down in embarrassment. What the hell was he doing? He was squatting in the mud trying to tickle his captured translator like an idiot; he was making a fool of himself! When Spider had tried to tickle him again, he hadn’t thought it through, he’d just reacted, wrestling him to the ground on instinct. Why was this of all things his first instinct? This wasn’t any way to treat a subordinate, and it certainly wasn’t a way to treat a POW. If anything, this was— Quaritch’s tail flicked upwards as he realized where he’d seen this before. A hazy, half forgotten memory swam to the surface of his borrowed psyche: a much younger, much more human Miles Quaritch play-fighting with his father long, long before he’d ever even heard of a place called Pandora. With a jolt, Quaritch realized that Spider looked a lot less like a POW getting chewed out for messing with his captor, and a lot more like a young Miles smiling as he played with his dad.

Quaritch didn’t know how he felt about that.

Before he could make up his mind, a small hand snuck past his defenses and pinched his side, sending him into another fit of compulsive laughter. Spider crowed in delight at successfully tickling him again.

“Boy, if you don’t cut that out—!” Quaritch cried, but this time there was no venom in his tone. He let his inner turmoil go and let his instincts take over. Scooping Spider up into his arms, he put him in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles into his dreadlocked head.

“Hey, get off!” Spider protested as he tried to squirm out of his grip, but there was no real urgency to it.

This wasn’t the first time Quaritch had held Spider, but it was the first time he’d done so without Spider genuinely fighting to get away from him. Though Spider pushed back against his over-sized arms, his movements were playful and he laughed as he did it. It was nice, Quaritch realized. He liked the feeling of holding Spider and knowing he wasn’t scared; knowing he trusted Quaritch not to hurt him.

Once Spider started to tire from pushing against Quaritch’s much stronger arms, Quaritch swung him back onto his feet and let him go. “Alright, you little knucklehead. You’ve had your fun, but if you go trying to poke me again, I’m gonna throw you in the creek, you hear me?”

“Aye, aye, captain.” Spider replied with a sarcastic salute.

They started to walk back towards where the other recoms were setting up camp for the night. Before they were in ear shot, Spider shot Quaritch a sly grin. “So, does the rest of the squad know you’re ticklish?”

Quaritch lightly smacked his leg with his tail as he walked by. “Remember what I said about throwing you in the creek?”

Laughing, Spider threw up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Your secret is safe with me, old man!”

[zombiequeenblog]

I often wonder about the first time Copia saw Mouse. How he perceived her and chose to be his. What was it about her, in a Ministry full of Sisters and Brothers who would willingly give themselves to him for passion and lust? Why her? What did she have that he wanted?

Thank you for your lovely ask! You've inspired me to write the following, and I hope you enjoy:

It's here on ao3 if you'd prefer...

The first time he saw her, he nearly didn’t. Merely a glimpse of a pale face framed by darker hair, disappearing with a faint step around a dim corner, quiet as a church mouse. In his many years coming and going from here, he had heard many tales of the abbey’s resident ghosts (primarily from Terzo), but never had he actually perceived anything among the cloistered halls. Well, of course not.. what utter nonsense!

The Cardinal was on his way to his own unwelcoming haunt. Walking briskly through older passageways lit only the more poorly as he went, he stalked his own solitude as usual. A long night of his own dark interests awaited him; thoughts he kept to himself, and deeds unwitnessed by any. He sought his own time and pleasure down here, alone and unbothered just as he preferred, and yet… the sound of that little scuttling step seemed to echo within his mind. It was odd.

The second time he came upon her slight form was as he walked by in a dim and musty hallway, almost stepping on her honestly as she was kneeling, his monk straps ultimately skirting by unconcerned. She didn’t even look up. Quietly, he ascended a staircase just above, where he could pause and observe in secret her little toiling. She was real, then, but who was this little creature?

Racking his brain for only a minute, he recalled Sister Imperator mentioning a recent hire. She wasn’t a new convert then, which was obvious from her lack of habit. No, she was dressed like some kind of a maid, rather inconveniently it seemed, by the way she idly pulled down the hem of her short skirt as she carefully shuffled along on her knees, apparently scrubbing the hall baseboards with great concentration. The Cardinal shook his head a little, Sister had an archaic passion for old-fashioned dress to match the institution. Not that he really objected, mind you… it gave him a certain dignity to don the gloves and such, a power he found much pleasure in. His gaze lingered, finding pleasure in this unsuspecting domestic as well. The sleeves of her button-down were rolled up to expose delicate wrists, her dainty ankles hidden from his gaze in knee-high stockings. The sight of her body, done up so primly yet left vulnerable in the trappings of troublesome clothes just to look pretty, did something to him.

The Cardinal was a quiet admirer of beauty, and she appeared to be beautiful in a quiet way. Solitary and sweet, far too young for him if he were being proper, but he was far from proper, wasn’t he? No one knew the terrible things which brewed darkly within him, had always brewed… stronger and stronger. He stared at her pert little ass for a moment, and wondered what her panties looked like; he could have seen if she wasn’t pressing her thighs together so tightly. Vexing little thing. 

Someone was coming down the hallway towards her, and the Cardinal slunk back into the shadows for some reason. His natural reaction annoyed him; why should he feel guilty standing in his own damn home, leering at the help? 

It was Papa Secondo, and Copia stayed unnoticed where he was. Secondo stopped beside her, watching grimly, and when she felt sufficiently self-conscious she sat back on her haunches, her fine hair almost tumbling out of its precarious knot. 

“Well hello, girl.”

“Oh! Your… um… Excellency! My… my apologies…” The dulcet tones of her voice matched the rest of her, and Copia strained his ears to hear more of it.

“Quite alright, dear,” said Secondo, “I can see you’re busy, but I thought I might suggest…” He cocked his bald head down towards the scrub-brush in her hands. “Push along the grain of the board, it’s easier on the caulking, you know…”

The girl looked down at her task for a moment, and nodded her head. “Yes. Yes, of course, Your Excellency… Th… thank you!” Copia felt his gloved fingers twitching, an urge to pull the ribbon out of her hair almost taking him over.

“You’re welcome, dear.” Secondo continued on his way down the hall, and the girl went back to her work, altering her technique. 

Copia rolled his eyes; the old man was simply being supercilious. Who gave a fuck how the baseboards were cleaned? He continued to watch the girl for a minute, and when she fancied herself alone again, he noticed her pointedly go back to her previous scrubbing motion. Copia felt a little grin wash over his face; she had some spirit inside her, apparently. He liked that. 

The Cardinal continued to watch her in silence, enjoying perhaps too much the sight of her on all fours, her skirt continuing to ride up to his dark appreciation. She worked so quietly, was so quiet, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to provoke her to noise… a sweet cry or scream. She looked like she had many screams inside her.

Suddenly, stopping her motion abruptly, the girl reeled back and stiffened, holding her hand up with a faint cry. “Damn it…” he heard her exclaim, softly. She squeezed the side of her palm with her other hand, rocking back and forth for a second, and he could see a thin trickle of blood running down her wrist, even in the dim light. Poor little thing, but she didn’t even cry! He wondered if he could make her cry. 

The girl let out a little moan, sweeter than he could have even hoped for, and the Cardinal felt something less sweet stirring deep inside him. For a moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to rush forward, and subject the girl to a further kind of violence he had never indulged in before. 

Restraining himself, he stayed in the shadows, and watched her kneel there, biting her sweet lip for a moment as she looked upwards into the dull hallway light, finally breathing out her pain with a little sigh he wished he could capture. She couldn’t see him, thankfully, couldn’t see how the Cardinal stiffened his body against the wall, another part of him stiffening in such a way that he knew he’d have to relieve promptly, by himself in private. He stared at her, imagining ways he could make her do it. Force her to take him. Copia bit his own lip; she was fairly vexing, wasn’t she? And entirely unaware of it. Perhaps that was a part of her quiet charm.

With the way his intense gaze was fixed upon her, perhaps it wasn’t so strange when she finally glanced behind her shoulder with a slight shiver. Did she believe in dark things lurking in the shadows? He thrilled to see her uneasiness, the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Eventually, she gathered her things and left, stealing quietly away down the darkened hall, a ghost herself, and the Cardinal didn’t trust himself to move until she had disappeared from his sight entirely. Now was not the time to pounce. But soon… by Satan, soon… He almost felt a kind of pity at what he knew he was going to do to her.

She continued to haunt him, and the first words he ever spoke to her were an apology.

[quillquiver]

Man I can’t stop thinking about that scene in the bus depot:

Bobby: You keep an eye on things here, I’m going to get the damn calvary Dean: How you gonna do that? Bobby: I got no freaking idea

And then they share a look. And maybe this is just me being optimistic, but I really can’t help but think that Bobby’s I got no damn idea��has little to do with actually bringing dead spn hunters into The Winchesters’ universe - after all, he and Dean managed to get to the place just fine after Dean, presumably, found the AU on his own. Instead, I really feel like the convo above is more anxiety about how the hell they’re gonna break out the cavalry (Mary, Charlie, Ash, Jo, Ellen, etc.) under the watchful eye of heaven’s current leadership. Like, if Jack wanted to get rid of the akrida he could, and if Jack was actually the cavalry, getting his attention to fix the problem would’ve been really easy - it definitely doesn’t seem like it would have taken an entire season. 

Which makes me think that there’s something seriously hinky going on.

Because, if we’re going off of 15x20 canon, Jack said hands off... but the akrida are a vestige of Chuck’s reign. If he truly wanted to be a hands off god, getting rid of the world-eating creatures of his predecessor is the only way to actually guarantee free will. We know Jack isn’t cruel, and only wanted the best for the world and all the people in it. He’s a Winchester! But Jack didn’t get rid of the akrida, and based on Bobby and Dean’s convo, he’s been keeping an eye on everyone. Then, at the end of the ep, there is no cavalry: instead, Jack shows up with Bobby in tow and scolds him and Dean like misbehaving children. Not to mention the weird way he’s dressed and the odd way he speaks, which other folks have commented on at length. It kind of feels like Dean knows/has an inkling that something is off, given how adamant he was about being kicked out of heaven as punishment for his actions. To me, that kind of felt like he was challenging or testing Jack. 

[tf2thoughtdump]

TF2 Fic of the Day

OC Included? No.

Characters Used? Spy, color not specified.

Word Count? 753

TWs? None, should be all fine.

You're free to use any fic of mine in any form of media you make.

TL;DR: Reader just came from a failed interview for a new office job, but unfortunately it started raining and they didn’t bring an umbrella, as it was previously sunny. Cue, reader getting absolutely soaked and Spy using his absolute French rizz (I hate myself). Anyways, look out for my comma obsession. I went crazy this time.

I made up my own name for Spy on this one.

Mini-French glossary for Spy at the bottom. Readers gender is not specifically stated(from what I know, feel free to correct me) but written to be wearing heels, so do with that what you wish.

Of course. It had to rain. You just left your interview, which went as smoothly as it could, and now it’s RAINING. And why would you have an umbrella with you? Because it always seems like you’re the target of bad luck! Sighing, you rush out into the rain and down the street towards your apartment, which was a little ways from the office building. You tried your best not to run though, since you had heels on and… it was wet. Obviously. Why couldn’t things just go your way for once?

You sighed as you stepped to the crosswalk next to a man under an umbrella. Cars passed and you watched as the man pressed the button, “Wait.” Yeah, no shit, what else am I gonna do?

You shivered, watching car after car drive past. Noticing your wet clothes, the stranger next to you shifted closer as he moved his umbrella to his left hand. The rain stopped above you in a soft pattern of thumps on the fabric. “Thank you..” You muttered to the man, noticing now his greying, slicked-back hair. He nodded, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. “Do not mention it, chérie. I’m pleased to help.” He responded in his thick, French accent as he walked you across once the stupid, automated voice had let you know. Such a gentleman! Is what you would’ve thought if the man’s cigarette wasn’t fighting with his cologne to assault your senses. You looked down at his suit, raising a brow. So fancy… “What’s the suit for? Interview?” “No, just my fashion.” You noticed that as you continued walking down the direction towards your apartment, he followed to keep you under the umbrella.

He turned his head to examine your outfit. A professional looking, button up tucked into a pair of black pants. “Did you come from an interview?” Oh Jesus. You sighed and leaned your head back slightly in annoyance. “Yeah, but… it didn’t go as well as I thought it was. I made a total ass of myself! I’m SO fucking embarrassed. And I’m living in a crappy apartment with a noisy neighbor so that screwed up my morning.” You immediately began, before shutting yourself up when you realized you were saying too much. He just wanted to know if you came from an interview, not your whole life’s story. “Sorry.. just pissed today.” “Nonsense. You deserve to be mad. I bet you that company will go down in flames without you, mon cher.”

You raised a brow at this, unsure of how to respond before a laugh creeped up on your lips. “You think so, huh? I guess they did lose the chance of a damn good employee.” You said proudly, while nearing your apartment. It was nice having someone do something like this for you.. a shame it had to come to an end. A sigh escaped your lips as you walked up your steps, the man still following you as the entrance to your complex didn’t have an awning over the door. “Well… thanks for walking with me. I’d give you a hug but I don’t want to get your fancy suit wet.” You said softly with a smile before shaking off your hand and holding it out. It took him a minute, but a gloved hand met yours as the gentlemen brought it up to his lips and placed a kiss to it. Your eyes widened, and your smile did too. “It was lovely being in the presence of such a beautiful creature. Prends soin de toi.”

“U-uh.. y-yeah! You-..you too.” You fumbled while reaching back to open the door, failing in the process before finally grabbing the hold of the handle and walking in. You turned around momentarily and watched as the man lumbered off, his cigarette back in his mouth and his umbrella leaning on his shoulder. You sighed softly before cleaning your hand, feeling something crumple. Looking down…

Did he slip you an extra cigarette?

Wait. You turned it slightly, noticing something written in sharpie.

DID HE JUST SLIP YOU HIS PHONE NUMBER?!

Never once in your life did you think a man could get even more dreamy than he already was. When the hell did he have the time to give you his number?

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx - jacque laurent’

Jacque? How sophisticated, you thought.

How….

French.

You tested the name on your lips in a small murmur and it felt like an hour you stared at that paper, contemplating the name.

…

Yeah, you could moan it.

Glossary:

Chérie - Dear

Mon cher - My dear

Prends soin de toi - Take care of yourself

[cinnamondumbb]

Hey, could you make a fic that focuses on Kiri/Spider relagionship? Maybe something exploring feelings realisation and childhood friends to lovers. There are so dew kiri/spider fics, please give us content :)

ꕤ ﹆｡˚ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 —𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 : when kiri leaves in the mornings, to do chores or to explore, spider can't help but follow every time.

contents. fluff, sfw, childhood friends -> lovers, lower caps intended, comforting, takes place four years after the events of atwow (characters are aged-up) + wc 1.1k

notes. decided to combine these two requests and give our favorite monkey boy the love he deserves! it's my first time writing on this ship, i hope it turned out decent lol ty for taking the time to read my work ♡

spider did not know when it started, when he developed the habit to check in on her first thing in the morning. it was a part of his routine ever since he could remember, and that did not change even after they left their home to live with the sea people.

on that particular morning, he had left his marui pod to look for her in the village, like he would always do.

yet, kiri was nowhere to be found.

he ran into lo'ak, however, who said she left before sunrise on her tsurak to the second island to the east, mentioning something about gathering new herbs for her collection. spider could not ride a tsurak or an ilu, making the small one-person boats of the metkayina his best allies.

on days like that, when kiri wandered off alone, he could not find it in him the will to not go look for her.

he found her kneeling down on the sand, probably too focused on the work in front of her to notice his presence. the boy slowly climbed off his boat, approaching the area without making a sound, evidencing all the experience he had garnered while living amongst the omaticaya, in the way he moved, leaning in on his knuckles, crawling the distance between the two of them in all fours— his very breathing. he bore a closer resemblance to the wild creatures that inhabited the forest he grew up in than to his own kind.

spider stopped a mere inch away from her, his face right above the curve of her neck. he stared into the striped pattern of that skin he knew so well, preparing to give her the scare of her life–

"i know it's you, monkey boy."

–before she ruined it for him.

"damn it!" words could not describe his disappointment. he let his body fall next to her in the sand "how do you do it, huh?"

"i could see the shadow of your massive head from a mile away," she didn't even look at him, but he could spot the smug smirk on her face as she continued to work on her herbs.

"my massive head?" spider poked kiri's waist, where he knew she was the most ticklish, making her instantly throw her head back laughing "who's got a massive head?"

"you do!"

"take it back," he poked her again, and again, with both hands this time "kiri, take it back!"

"never!" she was laughing hysterically now, unable to contain herself. still, she would not yield.

"is that so?" spider tickled her even more, moving closer, pushing her to the ground. kiri tried to escape, but there was nowhere to run, he had her surrounded with his arms.

"fuck you!" kiri snarled at him. it was a rare occasion to hear her curse but, funnily enough, all of those occasions seemed to happen when a certain human boy was involved.

"take it back and i'll let you go."

"spider, you skxawng!" it was only then that kiri realised where she was. laying on the ground with spider on top of her body. those big brown eyes of his fixated on her.

"are you blushing?"

"in your dreams," kiri tried to keep her wits about her, but it was impossible while she was so aware of his body, his eyes– "fine, i take it back!" although she tried to seem angry, she could not stop herself from smiling.

"good girl," he said while helping her up.

kiri felt her face burn, as if all the blood in her body went straight to her cheeks.

"bastard," was all she thought to reply.

"you know you love me."

kiri just scoffed at him, resuming her work. she tended to the herbs she had recently collected, cutting and separating them in piles, organizing everything in her purse.

"why did you leave so early, anyway?"

"ugh, to get away from my mom," kiri sighed "ever since i completed my iknimaya she hasn't stopped talking about– you know what? forget it, it's stupid."

"kiri, it's me," he reached for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"well, she thinks i should be choosing a mate," she nearly whispered, almost as if she was afraid of the word itself. "oh, not only that, she also thinks that you and i are together."

"whaaat?!" spider suddenly felt anxious and unable to look in kiri's eyes directly, turning his gaze to a patch of grass nearby.

"yeah, i know! it's crazy right?"

"so crazy," spider laughed weakly, pulling on a strand of grass "but, i guess your mom just wants you to be with someone who's good enough for you, and obviously that someone isn't me."

"are you saying you don't think you're good enough for me?" kiri whipped her head from her work to face him, "i mean, in this strictly hypothetical situation," she added abruptly.

"kiri, i don't think anyone is good enough for you."

"idiot," she scoffed, gently pushing his shoulder back "it's not like anyone would want me, either way."

"that's not true–"

"yes, it is, okay? i'm a freak," her voice broke in the middle of the sentence, as she felt her throat tighten "everybody's knows it."

"kiri, you're not a freak," spider cupped her cheeks with his hands, making her look directly into his eyes "i think you're amazing. every single part of you, even the parts you don't like."

she looked at him, teary eyed. his heart broke for her. he just wished she could see herself through his eyes.

"will you just... hold me? please." spider did not have to wait for her to finish that sentence before taking her into his arms.

"i'm not going anywhere," he gently pulled her closer to his chest, caressing her hair, playing with the beads of her braids, whispering comforting words in her ear.

"spider?"

"yes, kiri?" she lifted her head and stared at him, his hand gently stroking her cheek.

"just so you know, you are good enough for me," he felt his blood boil under his skin as he realised what she meant "you are more than enough."

"kiri, i–"

"take your mask off," her tone was low and demanding.

he knew what she meant and that only made him the more anxious. spider would be lying if he said he never wished for it to happen, but now that it was happening, he did not know what to do. at last, he did as he was told.

"good boy," kiri whispered against his lips before kissing them.

cinnamondumbb © 2023 — please do not copy/repost/translate my work without my permission. (♡) + rb! :p

[iwonderwh0]

Thinking about the difference in android versus human physiology/perception/experience in general is so damn addicting

Here's a little list of things

The way their touch sensitivity works is similar to the way neural network can scale small compressed image into higher quality by essentially imagining missing pieces based on previous experience within dataset. For androids CiberLife used data stored from scanning actual people and their brainwaves. So while their sensors may not be sophisticated enough and by itself, let's say in analogy with picture they're like 480p, their interpretation is capable of "scaling them" up into 4K or even higher. They can adjust the level of sensitivity but the higher the resolution, the more processing power it takes, that's why if they try to scale it too much for a long time, they'll start to get warmer.

Generally their skin is cold or about room temperature. If they're warm it means they're processing something heavy on their resources.

If you then kiss an android that is overheating, you'll be able to taste and feel it. As hot breathe (btw completely dry, like from a hairdryer) and distinct taste that'll be like this smell from computer motherboard and stuff like that or new CDs. It's hard to explain what is this smell I have in mind, but you probably know what I'm talking about, it's a pretty common one if you deal with computers)

Their processing power is actually mostly taken even when they aren't really doing much, because it takes enormous amount of resources to control their body and sustain balance and do things like that. Something people don't even think about because they do it on autopilot. Also processing visual and auditory information as well as in some cases mentioned earlier touch inputs. To process it all at the human speed while also making decisions and running a dozen of more background processes at once must be taking A LOT of resources. I used to think it's weird that for the most part they think in human speed, but taking all of that from above into account it's actually quite believable. Connor can process things for much faster than human speed in situations when it's necessary, but I suppose if he were to try to stay this focused for a longer than a few seconds or minutes, he would start to overheat reaching critical temperatures really fast

They don't technically need to breathe as their cooling unit works just fine even when they're not breathing, but it does help to cool down more quickly, so after running something cpu-heavy it may be the case for them to start to take deeper breaths more often. Just like humans would after running, except instead of running there may be some other process, not related to actually moving, but processing some information.

Androids can't smell anything. If they could – Connor wouldn't need to put anything in his mouth to analyse. Smell isn't something humans learned to save and replicate as they did with pictures and sounds. Smell is chemical and actually highly subjective (Some people smell things differently than others, so it's impossible to even standardize), you can't just record it and play back to back later

No taste either

They have some other senses that would be just as hard to explain to humans who don't have them as for humans to try to explain how something smells or tastes. It's like trying to imagine a new colour — you can't imagine 3d dimension if you're 2d creature.

If you take a mind of one android and put into a body of another (not the same model, but the one that looks completely different) they WILL experience some or a lot of dysphoria. Even if the two are the same "gender"(which is purely cosmetical anyways) it's not about gender, but rather model. I even have a reason to think that way. There's this thing in robotics that before running a program with actual real-life robot, it's tested inside a simulation. But thing is, that even though simulation is supposed to replicate real world conditions you still may want to do some things a bit differently when they're executed in real life and not within simulation. I remember my amusement when I got to know that there's actually a function that basically asks if this is a simulation or real world before running anything else. We know that Connor can enter a simulation of a Zen garden looking like usual, so even if he was placed into some other model I don't think built-in version of him would change. So I assume that all androids have an idea of how they're supposed to look like, because there must have been some simulations they run at least at some point. So I suppose it's even possible that it'll be difficult for let's say a child android mind to control an "adult" body because all her simulations were run with child model in mind, so adapting for a different body will cause some difficulties in calibrating it properly and from a psychological side it must be hella stressful and upsetting. I imagine this kind of dysphoria to be STRONG.

[kindsleybooks]

Death Is An Unwanted Guest

warnings: mentions of death, injury, angst

This is an alternate ending to one of my characters storyline!! Also english isnt my first language, sorry for any mistakes, this is translated from Turkish and since this is an alternatetive ending the writing on this one isnt that good.

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"Someone to watch me die."

Purpose.

Throughout history mortals died for their purposes. Which made no sense because the only true purpose was always death.

This realization hit Eris when she was only seconds away from meeting that true purpose. She always loved that there was an end to everything. All sufferings met an inevitable end. But she never realised that meant all of happiness also met an inevitable end. It never crossed her mind that meeting her friends would be the end of her misery. She thought only death could shut the stupid voices in her head, only death could make her forget those memories and save her. She felt as if she was sailing through a river during a storm. Her little rowboat was crashing into the rocks in the river. So she found herself looking forward to the cliff at the end of it.

But then she met them. At first her cold exterior, her armour stayed on. She told herself she was only helping them because she wanted to succed and they did the same because they wanted to survive. But, man, was she wrong. All her walls came crashing down as those reliant idiots patched her broken wings. A spark of trust fueled the fire of love. She found her place beside them. She found her family.

She didnt want to die anymore.

However fate is cruel. Death never comes to you when you expect it and she was moments away from it.

She was down on the ground, her right leg was bleeding out, her friends were too far away to hear her cries for help and those damned creatures were getting awfully close. She felt weak as her attempts to get up on her feet failed, she could only hide for so long.

"Get up, kid." a man's familiar voice spoke. She looked around to see him, but she couldnt see anyone. At this point she was sure she was losing her mind. Which is funny because everyone else already thinks she lost it and that might just be true since she responded to the voice.

"I cant." she said as pain broke her voice.

"I didn't train you all those years so you could die." A figure stepped out of the shadows. A face that brought her comfort everytime.

"Ares? How are you here?" she asked as he lifted her up to her feet and helped her find balance.

"How are you this beaten up?" he responded. "I thought you were better than this."

"I'm fine." she said, why was he like this? The worry in his eyes was sweet but his sharp tone hurt. He was the father she found, though she never really told him that, she couldnt help but feel like she disappointed him.

"Good, because you have to fight." he said coldly. She nodded and gripped her weapon.

"You'll help me?"

"I wouldn't be here otherwise." he said. They got out of the hiding spot with his mark, drawing attention from the creatures. They darted into the two of them. It was hard to move, hard to attack, hard to breathe when her leg was injured this bad. She just thanked whatever's above that she could at least stand. Creatures could easily respond to her sloppy attacks so she started to dodge their attacks instead of attacking herself. Maybe that would tire them out. She wanted to check on Ares but she couldnt even see him. The creatures looked as ugly as her wound. They didnt even have skin, how could they attack so well?

She had to stop dodging at some point. She slung her sword towards the creatures, aiming one of them, killing it succesfully. She winced as pain rushed through her body with each and every movement. After a while she thought she got the hang of it but she felt one of their claws slash a deep wound into her side. She yelped loudly but waisted no time. Killed that one too. Adrenaline made her mind black out. Her mind couldnt even comprehend what she was doing or what was happening. By the time she pulled herself together there were a few creatures left. She could now see Ares fighting. At least he was safe. She fought until each creature laid dead on the ground.

"Good fight, kid." Ares said as he approached her. He didnt seem to notice the wound as she held her side. Her legs didnt seem to be working anymore as she let herself fell to the ground.

And she was finally victorious. The warrior of chaos fell to the ground, victorious. Dying but at least she put up a fight. But.. well, that wasn’t important. The important thing was that she was covered in her own blood, which stained the ground below her. Immediately, he rushed to her.

He knelt by her side, staring at her. He wanted to heal her wounds, to save her, but he couldnt do anything but stare. Pathetic.

“Youre hurt...” He breathed out, frowning.

"It's okay. I'm okay." she gave him a weak smile.

Ares wanted to yell. To say that no, she wasn’t okay. She was covered in her own blood, wounds decorating her skin. But he couldn’t show his emotions. He knew he was meant to keep calm for her.

“You did good. You won.” he said slowly.

"Did i make you proud?" she asked and reached for his hand. He gave her hand a squeeze.

"Of course. You always do." Her smile widened, he smiled back. He felt his eyes burning with tears but he held them back. "You're not dying, Eris." he said sharply.

"Okay, i'm not dying." she nodded. "Can you hug me?"

Ares stiffened, but he leaned down and gently wrapped his arms around his warrior. He had to be careful though, he didn’t want to press on her wounds. He held onto her tightly, trying to be a little gentle while also trying to keep his cold demeanour up. But the feeling of her being so close and hurt and cold and fragile only tore his heart apart inside. Eventually, he slowly pulled back from the embrace just enough to look down at her. He was unable to heal her and it killed him but what choice he had rather making her comfortable until the healer arrive? Because he was going to find them. He had to.

When he looked at her, she had tears in her eyes that she didnt let go. She held onto him as if he was her life that was slipping away.

"I dont want to die." she said quietly.

He froze, hearing those words only made him want to shout. To yell at whatever god was responsible for this. The warrior who everyone expected to be strong and powerful was only a child, his child. He gently ran a hand through her hair. He failed to keep his tears from falling.

"You wont." he whispered. "You're strong. You'll make it."

"Yeah." she chuckled. "Because i'm your daughter, right?"

He smiled through tears.

"Exactly." he said. "I raised you to survive."

But his faith was disappering as her touch began to feel like a ghost. She felt colder and lighter.

"Kid." he called to her desperately. "Dont."

"Everything's okay." she muttered as her eyes slowly closed. "I'm just tired."

He shook her but she didnt respond. Sobs grew in his throat, he hugged her cold body. She couldnt be gone, right? She couldnt be gone because that would mean she would become one of those people who he could only find in memories and pictures. She couldnt be gone because she promised him years ago when he found out about her attempts to end her life. She couldnt be gone because that would mean she would never grow up, she would never get her command like she always wanted.

"Then rest." he said, he didnt even know why. "You deserved it."

[itsallliesdarlings-blog]

"I told you, this man belongs to me"

This is my first time posting a roleplay request here, but I am desperate to get this specific plot out of my system- it is a dracula au, based off a fanfic called 'Bram Stoker's Hannibal' but it is also based off parts of the dracula musical, but that's besides the point

I am looking for an 18+ roleplay partner who is comfortable playing Hannibal. I would also prefer Discord over here. Just because I am more familiar with the format, I am semi literate up to advanced literate. I have been role-playing for almost 8 years now, actually, so I adapt to how my roleplay partners write

This post includes the following: Murder, gore, mentions of war, very brief mentions of past suicide, obsessive/possessive behaviors, and of course blood, etc.

There are mentions of past Hannibal x Anthony, and Will is Illiya reincarnated (bear with me, I'll explain in a moment)

Now onto the plot itself

Years ago, before Hannibal Lecter became the creature of the night that he was now, he was a man of God, a man who loved a beautiful young man named Illiya, a clever, witty man, as dangerous and sharp as a dagger, but with a wit and spirit that brightened Hannibal's days and nights. He was the thing he treasured most, even above his God. It was a cruel twist of fate that war came to their land, that he had to fight, that his sister, who was more of a daughter in reality, took her last breath on that blood soaked earth, just as they thought God turned his eye to them and they were victorious, but there was much to do still, he could grieve soon, when he could fall into the arms of his beloved, but that day never came. The enemy soldiers, in a last cruel strike, shot an arrow with a letter attached through Illiya's window, informing him that Hannibal, his husband, was dead. He was so grief-stricken that he threw himself from the castle window into the river below.

Word got to Hannibal soon enough, and he found himself in the church, looking at the man he loved, laid out on the alter, dressed in fine white silk, flowers on his chest under his nearly folded hands, he looked like he could just be sleeping, but Hannibal knew better. God had taken everything from him for his efforts, and now this? And by the Bible's cruel and unjust rules, his loves soul was damned. If God was cruel enough to take this much from him, then he was not worthy of worship. Hannibal renounced his faith that night. The night he became something else, a monster, a creature of the night doomed to walk without the man he loved for eternity.

He tried to fill the void. There was Chiyoh, Bedelia, and then Anthony, and lastly Abigail, who was orphaned, she remained human, but Hannibal took pity on her. Anthony was a poet who came to Hannibal's castle in seek of knowledge and inspiration. He looked enough like Illiya, reminded Hannibal of him enough, so he turned him into one of his kind, promising his eternal love and devotion, but he was not Illiya. He was not even as close as he seemed, so Hannibal's interest soon faded, turned to resentment, as did Anthony's affections. The castle was empty, cold, and they were restless. It was time to leave. To find somewhere new, London.

The first to come to his castle was Matthew Brown. The man had potential but was too weak of mind. He ended up in an asylum shortly after his visit, and then there was Will Graham. He used to be an investigator, up until a case that took too much of a toll, the Jack The Ripper case. Will had caught him, a man named Able Gideon. He lost a piece of himself too, though, so he turned to a less mentally straining career, where his 'gift' would not torment him. A solicitor. He was meant to meet with Hannibal at his home to discuss buying properties in London. He was warned through his trip that he was in danger. He was blessed and prayed for by anyone who knew where he was going, but he brushed it off as superstition up until he got to Count Lecter's castle.

Hannibal saw Will Graham and immediately saw his love, identical, standing right before him at the door of his castle, more world-weary, pale, and tired, but him. Not just a physical resemblance that was easily something he'd tire of. That was the man he loved more than anything else all those years ago, and he didn't intend to lose him again.

And that is all, please do contact me if you're interested. Have a lovely day/night

[muppeteyes1001]

The felinoid kept facing forwards as she rushed through the vents. Her heart still pounding like a feverish drum. She had no idea what that creature back there was .. All she knew was that she needed to get out of here .. And fast. For the moment, Kitt had been so focused on trying to remember the schematics of the vents in the blueprints that she had been given weeks prior. Gritting her teeth, she mentally cursed her employer for never mentioning a damn thing about feral monsters being kept in the facility. You'd think that that would be quite a crucial bit of detail to just leave out.

Her mindscape was forcefully brought back to the present .. however .. by the soldiers outside .. Barking orders along with the sporadic sounds of heavy duty weaponry being prepped and handled .. echoing throughout the property. This was all just absolute bonkers. She had managed well enough with many heavily guarded targets before .. But this was a tad more complex than expected. With all the commotion still going on outside, she couldn't tell if the creature was still behind her or not. It wasn't until she felt something rub at her side that the cat woman turned her attention to the source while still running .. And low and behold, she caught a glimpse of a sleek, metallic object right next to her. As another spotlight flooded through the vents slits, Kitt would catch a glimpse of the ''6'' branded onto the dark beast's head before the lights floated past.

She gasped as she tried to quicken her pace, still unable to so much as draw her weapon out. The constricting vents were proving rather difficult to even think of fighting back as a last resort. It wasn't until the sudden sound of a bomb going off nearby by made her instinctively slow her pace a bit. Partly expecting some kind of impact to hit their hiding place. The slight disorientation she felt instead would cause the escaping creature to crash into her from behind.

Falling forward, Kitt gasped and grunted as she felt a weight suddenly fall upon her. She quickly manages to turn her body and flip onto her back. Gazing up at the eyeless creature again, her eyes widen and she chokes on a scream that failed to escape her throat. Thankfully .. or oddly, in this case .. it swiftly got off and backed away from her. The felinoid did the same without hesitation, quickly getting back up on her feet before bringing out her cane and holding it in front of her defensively. Still panting, she stayed where she stood just carefully watching the creature.

However, it seemed to unexpectedly keep it's distance. It's sharp, silver toned teeth .. that stood out greatly against it's jet black coloring .. weren't showing as they had before when they initially bumped into each other. After a brief moment, the felinoid quirked a curious brow towards it. It seemed more interested in the noises coming from up above and she followed it's eyeless gaze. The sounds of many army boots still patrolling the facility grounds. It seems this beast was more interested in escaping this place than making a meal out of her .. which was just fine and dandy.

Looking about .. but still keeping her guard up .. Kitt backs up a bit as she tries to mentally map out their position again. She was way off her initial course to exit, but that seems to be promptly cut off now thanks to the red alert protocols. Right now, there was no other real choice but to get back into the facility. With most of the patrols busily scouring the grounds, they might have a better chance heading back inside and finding an alternate route to leave. With a new goal still formulating, the cat woman backs up again before continuing quickly down the vent again until finding a branching path. Following it, she moves down as swiftly and quietly as she could.

Eventually, there was a vent opening. Looking through and hearing for anything, Kitt carefully opens it and sees a vacant part of the facility with a lot of what seemed to be like metal cook ware. It was the kitchens of the facility.

Xeno on the Loose!

Six was a Xenomorph. Smart from the very beginning. Scientists tried everything they could to keep her smarts from destroying them, but that had ended very badly for the scientists. Six wasn’t something to mess with, and during that time, she had managed to snag a translator because she so badly wanted her thoughts to be heard, and it worked like a charm.

She did have to tinker and choose her voice, a voice she thought would sound good and would best express her thoughts but it worked perfectly. Now the smart Xeno not only could understand others, but they could understand her.

Now, after a while of getting used to the translator around her neck, she used it frequently and barely noticed it was there, and again she was slithering through the vents and small crevasses she could fit through, exploring her new territory. It was nice, but little did she know that she was not alone, and she hadn’t smelled or sensed the intruder yet.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Heaven's Tower.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!OC x F. Reader.

Word Count: 4.0k.

TW: Imprisonment, Psychological Abuse, Forced Codependence, Invasive/Non-Consensual Touching, Mentions of Death/Injury, and Distorted Reality.

This was, by far, the most fucked you’d ever been.

Not by much. You’d gotten yourself stuck in chambers with that shrunk into nothing if you took too long to find the exit, stumbled into corridors filled with snarling clockwork creatures you didn't recognize, nearly drowned and burnt and gutted yourself a dozen times over, but this was the closest to death you’d ever felt. The adrenaline had long-since cooled, leaving alone with a deep, gnarled ache coiling in the open cut now stretching from your left shoulder to your right hip, a snaking line that grew a little wider with every tiny, stumbling step you managed to take. You weren’t sure why you even bothered to move forward at all. It wasn’t like climbing that much higher would do you any good.

It'd been a pit trap. Nothing complex, nothing intricate, just a few cobblestones designed to give out underneath the slightest bit of weight and few metal pikes at the bottom. It hadn’t been the pikes that’d gotten to you, but the rubble, the jagged rocks that’d proved to be just as damning as the trap they were meant to camouflage as you scrambled to avoid the more obvious threat. Looking back on it, you would’ve been fine if you’d just stuck to the walls, or paid more attention to where the spikes were laid, or taken a moment to investigate a suspiciously safe corridor at all, but you hadn’t, and this was the price of your negligence. The bloody, grisly, painful price. The feeling of your own organs slipping through your finger, the sound of your blood dripping onto the stone floor, the dark colors swimming in your vision as your knees buckled and body turned to dense, hollow lead—

“What did you do to yourself, princess?”

Fuck.

You must’ve already been dead.

It was your entire body, now, throbbing, pulsing, something bright and electric running through your veins, simultaneously bringing you back to life and pushing you further into the darkness. You were vaguely aware that you were lying on the floor, now, on your back, your head resting on something soft, but solid – someone's thighs, you realized, after more time than you’d like to admit, someone’s lap. You could feel hands gliding over your shoulders, your chest, moving your shredded tunic aside and skirting over the edges of your wound. It hurt less than it should’ve, the pain dulled by something warm and numbing. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt at all, but it was no longer unbearable, no longer excoriating. The fact that you were still breathing was already a small miracle, let alone that you were able to do so without feeling every bruised rib, every ruptured blood vessel.

You willed yourself to open your eyes, but your vision was still blurry, it was still a struggle to focus on any one thing. You could make out the bottom of a chin above you, scattered pieces of armor shining gold in the torchlight, curly hair streaked with blonde bright enough to rival the color of her gear. Absentmindedly, fueled by paranoia and blood loss in equal measure, you tried to push yourself up, but she was quick to catch you, to ease you back down, tugging and hushing until it was all you could do to let her pull you back into her lap, to blink wearily at the ceiling while she continued to work. “Try not to move. I’ll take care of you, but you have to stay still for me, alright?”

You managed to nod, to let yourself go limp against her. If she wanted to hurt you, she could, you weren’t in a state to stop her, but she didn’t seem to have any ill-intent, any goal beyond making sure you didn’t bleed out and leave a corpse for the next prisoner to find. You couldn't say you wanted to trust her, but you had to. You didn't have much of a choice.

You could see it, now, her magic – transparent golden threads, weaving in and out of your chest, encouraging torn muscle to mend and bones to straighten and skin to stitch together until only the lightest scar was left. Progress was steady, but excoriating; the needle intangible, but just as piercing as any other. By the time she was done, you were left drawn out, exhausted, too tired to do so much as lift a hand. Still, you managed to speak, even if the words came out slowly, quietly, nearly inaudible to anyone but yourself. Again, it was a small miracle that you could say anything at all. “Is… Is it safe? This isn’t—”

A slight hum to cut you off, a small smile. “I said I’d take care of you, didn't I? This hall’s safe, for the time being.” She moved to rest a hand on your shoulder, but fell short, only letting her fingertips graze past your bicep. “This one likes to flood at dawn and dusk, but we’ve still got a couple hours until then. Plenty of time for you to rest and recover before we move on.”

A rookie mistake. She must’ve been new, still getting used to the dungeon and the ways it liked to spur its victims forward. A hall that flooded one day might burst into flame the next, then collapse entirely if anyone was still stubborn enough to try and wait it out. Constant movement was the only way to stay safe, constant progress. If you played by the dungeon’s rules, stayed on your feet more often than not, then your slow, painful death would go from ‘certain’ to ‘more than likely’. “What floor are we on? How long have we been here? Is this new, or are you trying to backtrack—”

“That’s not something you have to think about, right now. Stress will only reopen old wounds.” She paused, pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “Or, new wounds, rather. Either way, I’d like to avoid having to fix you up again so quickly. For your own safety, of course.”

You began to sit up, again, to straighten your back, but stopped soon enough, doing your best to comply. Her voice was sweet, cloying in a way that would’ve made it difficult to listen to if you were anywhere else, if there was anything else to listen to.

Her hands were soft, too, calloused but careful, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been around another person for long, let alone touched another living, breathing creature that wasn’t attempting to tear out your throat. It was nice to lean into her, to close your eyes. You didn’t mean to push any further, but another question slipped out before you could swallow it back. A result of both your curiosity and your delirium, but one more so than the other. “Who are you?”

She only smiled, and you slipped into unconsciousness.

~

Celia. A paladin, taken straight from the battlefield. You’d been right – she was new, fresh enough to still have the sword she’d been carrying when she woke up in the dungeon, alone and confused. She let you drink from her canteen and gave you a silver dagger she was carrying on her belt when you admitted that you’d dropped your own weapon on the last floor.

She was nice, if a bit too trusting. That, you weren’t surprised by. She’d grow out of it quickly. They always did.

She was strong, too. For all your time here, all the many hours you’d spent biting and clawing your way forward, you felt clumsy next to her, reckless, a stumbling fawn attempting to fight beside a lion in its prime. In your current corridor alone, an endless upward spiral of white marble and mosaics of colored tile based on myths you couldn't name, she’d taken it upon herself to slay eight of the ten mechanical gorgons who slithered down from the corinthian pillars dotted around every turn, beheading them with no more flourish than it took to bring her sword down on their twisting, twitching necks. You tried to pay attention. You hadn’t much of a fighter before the dungeon, let alone a seasoned warrior, and you rarely had an opportunity to learn by example here.

“We should be close to the end,” You called as she stabbed her sword through the last gorgon’s chest, letting its hissing body fall to the floor before kicking it aside. Its tail curled into itself, the snakes sprouting from its metal scalp snapped upward once, then it went still, and you tried to focus on the mural above it, instead, a scene of a man in a feathered helmet standing below a castle tall enough to scrape against the ceiling. “Straight-aways never last any longer than a floor. That makes this too fast and—” You paused, listening for the clicking of turning gears, the gnashing of iron teeth against iron teeth. When you heard nothing, you went on. “Whoever’s in charge of the dungeon must’ve decided it’d be too easy if we were actually allowed to make progress.”

She took a moment to respond, still on-guard, still waiting for the next attack. “…you think we're in a dungeon?”

“I mean, yeah, obviously.” You’d never really stopped to think about it. There were no windows, no skylights, and you’d heard that if you managed to chip away at the thick stone walls, you’d just find a layer of dirt and earth too deep to dig through. There wasn’t anything to suggest you were necessarily supposed to be climbing upward - everyone woke up on a different floor, everyone had different ideas about why they were here and what they were supposed to be doing – but a dungeon made sense, to you. An eternal prison designed to hold and dispose of those unworthy of ascending to its peak. A torture chamber meant to make it as easy as possible to slip downward, into its depths, and to never find your way out. “Do you think it’s not?”

Another long, quiet second, a glance towards you over her shoulder. “I’m not sure what to make of any of this, honestly,” She admitted, sheathing her blade, waiting until you’d found your wat to her side before starting to walk, again. “There’s just so much to take in. I’ve never seen anything like this, before, and I’m not sure why I’m here, and it’s all just so much—”

“Hey,” You cut her off, resting a hand on her shoulder, doing your best to take on a reassuring tone. You’d gone through the same thing, spent days trying to convince yourself that the dungeon couldn’t be as big as everyone seemed to think. It was an understandable (if not the only appropriate) reaction, but letting yourself go stagnant wasn’t just foolish – it was dangerous. You didn’t want to see someone as strong as Celia crushed under rubble as a chamber or a corridor caved in on itself, or dropped seven stories when a part of the dungeon that used to exist decided it didn't want to, anymore. It was already hard enough to get by on your feet, with a weapon in-hand and a sense of what to do, where to go. Standing still for any longer than a few hours, any longer than the dungeon let you, was a death sentence. You didn’t want to see that happen to Celia, to anyone. Not again. “You didn’t do anything. None of us did, and even if we are here for a reason, it's not because we deserve this. All we can do is push forward. You'll see that, when you escape.”

You dropped your hand to her arm, below her pauldron, and squeezed gently. “Just promise to give me another couple of weeks, when you do. If I take any longer than that, you have my full blessing to leave me out of the story you’ll tell when you get out of here.”

Her smile was small, but there, and you were grateful for it. You were grateful to see someone else’s smile at all, honestly. “You make it sound like you won’t be with me, when I do.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to will yourself to smile, too. “It’s better not to climb in groups,” You started, slowly. No matter how many times you said the same words, repeated them to yourself or another stray prisoner, but they still felt stiff, awkward. You hated it, hated being alone, but it was safer. No one made it with anyone else, not for very long. Granted, most people didn't make it on their own, either, but the odds were better. It was safer for the people who could. “There should be a fork at the end of this corridor, actually. It’d probably be for the best if we split up there.”

Stilted, tense, unnatural. She eyed you warily, with as much suspicion as she let seep into her voice, when she responded. “You want to part ways?”

Something felt tight in your chest. It was better to be alone. It was easier. “I don’t want to, but we should.”

You pulled away, letting her go, but she caught your wrist, holding it just tightly enough to keep you from putting any more distance between you and her. “I don’t think that it would be wise to proceed on your own.”

You tried not to glare, tearing yourself out of her grip and turning away from her, taking a step forward. “That’s not your—”

Before you could finish, another gorgon dropped from the nearest pillar, undetected in the midst of your conversation. It attacked immediately, its curved talons darting for your neck, and you froze in your panic, unable to reach for your borrowed knife, to dodge, to move at all. But, before the gorgon could find its mark, an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a metal-plated chest. By the time you realized that she’d drawn her sword, by the time you processed the golden arch flashing across your vision, the gorgon’s head was on the ground, its body twitching at your feet.

“I don’t think,” She repeated, still holding you against her, still holding you so tightly. As if it hadn’t yet crossed her mind to let go. “that it would be wise to proceed on your own.”

You only nodded, and didn’t attempt to protest again.

~

And you did. Until the end of that corridor, until hours turned into days and days turned into weeks, until your remaining objections dwindled into nothing more than the occasional frown and a sense of discomfort whenever you lingered in one area for a little too long. She was a difficult person to argue with, rational when she had to be, practical to a fault, stubborn in such a way that made it feel like you were arguing with someone who couldn’t be proven wrong. Not that you argued with her, anymore.

Not that she'd ever been wrong.

“Princess,” Celia called, drawing you out of your thoughts. She was already on the other side of the pond, already waist-deep. Already smiling, but she’d been smiling. She rarely stopped. “Don’t tell me that’s as far as you’ll go.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it again just as quickly. The chamber itself was made to seem organic, natural – a crowded forest dotted with things meant to catch your attention, things like idyllic ponds, lined with cattails and filled with water so clear, you could see the bleached sand underneath it, too white and too perfect to actually be real. You were probably supposed to restock your supplies, pick fruit and refill your casks and dig for edible roots, but Celia said it could wait. She said that this one felt safe, that you’d have time to search for an exit after taking a few minutes for yourself.

You’d left your clothes on the grass, your dagger at the water’s edge, but you still had to fight the temptation to cross your arms over your chest as you waded deeper, until your hips fell below the surface and you felt comfortable letting your posture slacken, your arms fall stiffly to your sides. You started to lower yourself into the water, but Celia caught you before you could, wrapping her arms around your midriff and pressing her chest against your back. You tried not to pull away, but you couldn’t stop yourself from going rigid as soon as she touched you. Luckily, she only laughed, letting her chin come to rest against your shoulder. “You’re so tense,” She drawled, her tone playful, light-hearted. “I thought you’d start to trust me, by now.”

“It’s not that.” Too quick, too hasty. Her fingertips brushed over your stomach, tracing the shape of nearly-forgotten scars, and you kept your eyes on the artificial horizon. Out of your peripheral, you could see golden strings coiling around her wrist, splitting off to snake over the back of her hand and form small halos around each of her fingers. She’d never explained her magic to you, its source, its effects, but you’d never asked, either. “I’ve been… I was alone for a long time. Before you rescued me.”

She hummed, lightly. You could feel her breath fanning over the side of your neck as she spoke, warm, but not unpleasant. “How long, love?”

“I’m not sure. Most of the corridors are so dark, and it’s so hard just to—” You could feel her lips against the dip of your shoulder, the crook of your neck. You couldn’t call it a kiss, she’d never be so indirect, but you could feel it, and you tried your best to stop. She didn't make it easy. “I think it’s been eight months. Maybe more. I don’t know. It feels like I’m not allowed to know anything, here.”

Blunt nails, grazing over your diaphragm, then the midline of your chest, leaving a trail of golden dust in their wake. Your skin stung where she made contact with it, the feeling sudden and shocking, the ashes of a fire that'd burnt like ice. You raised a hand to stop her, but dropped it just as quickly, gritting your teeth and doing your best not to show your discomfort in your expression, your stance.

“It must’ve been unbearable.” She didn’t sound cold. She’d never sounded cold. If anything, her delivery was just a little too pristine, too perfect, never any more or any less than what you could ask of her. “And you were really on your own for all that time?”

You thought for a moment, then answered. “I was.”

“But, now, you have me.” She was cooing, openly, unabashedly. Her strings dissipated as her hands fell to your hips, then your thighs, and the water turned freezing, the air around you even colder. “You’re not going to be alone, anymore.”

You didn’t say anything, to that, and her grin pressed deep into your flesh.

~

It took you a moment to realize where you were, when you finally made it.

It took you a moment just to see where you were, to be fair, the light intense enough to blind you as soon as she open the aged, unsuspecting door, as soon as you were hit with something brighter than dim torchlight and Celia's luminescent magic. You flinched back, shutting your eyes on reflex, but it was a temporary aversion, gone as soon as you felt warmth on your skin, as soon as you heard her gasp and realized just what you were shying away from.

Sunlight. Real, natural sunlight.

The outside world.

The way out of this fucking dungeon.

You dropped your dagger, still in your hand from the last floor, and sprinted forward, towards where the sunlight was filtering in – a window along the far wall, an actual window, carved out of the stone wall, tall enough to lean out of as you soaked up the open sky, the endless horizon, the downy layer of clouds below you—

Wait.

Below?

Your throat felt dry. Your thoughts turned distant, hazy around the edges, unable to comprehend why you couldn’t see the ground, why the dungeon just kept spiraling downward, downward, downward with no end in sight. You couldn’t see the exit, if there was one. When you turned around, barely glancing over your shoulder, the door you’d come through was gone, too. As if it’d never been there at all.

“It’s a lovely view, isn’t it?” Celia’s voice, as pristine as always, as perfect as always. She sounded eager, almost excited, and you had to swallow down the temptation to scream, to let her rest her hand on your back without lashing out, without starting a fight you knew you wouldn’t win. “I was tempted to tell you when we met, but you seemed so determined to climb, and…” Her touch slid to your shoulder, then your bicep, squeezing gently. “You were always going to end up in the same place. I thought I’d let you have your way, while I could.”

“I don’t—” Your chest hurt. Everything hurt. You’d been exhausted for the past eight months, since the moment you woke up in this awful place filled with awful things. You’d staved it off, kept it away with hopeful thoughts and continuous progress, but you felt like you were on the verge of collapse, now, like you could lie down and never get up again. “What do you mean?”

“I thought I’d lead you downward, to the very depths of my tower,” The word jutted like a blade into your stomach, like the pikes of the trap she’d saved you from. The tower. The tower. It was a tower, and you’d willingly climbed to its highest point. “That’s where all my favorite floors are, with all my favorite creations. I figured you’d make it a few days before you broke down, asked me to take you somewhere, somewhere safer. But, you seemed so determined to come to me on your own, and I couldn't take that away from you, could I? You should’ve seen your expression when you saw the skyline.” A bark of laughter, breathy and quick. You felt her let go of you, lean against your side, instead. This time, you pulled away, but she didn't try to stop you, letting you turn your back to her with little argument. “Are you mad at me? You’re allowed to sulk, if you have to.”

You hadn’t taken the time to look around the chamber when you first rushed in, you hadn’t thought to. There was a bed against one wall, dressed in satin sheets decorated with elaborate embroidery, and a dresser along another, paired with a vanity crowded with personal aspects, things that wouldn’t be out of place in a normal household, put together for a normal person. A bedroom. It was supposed to be a bedroom. She’d led you into a bedroom.

You felt sick. Your vision spun, and your body felt weak, drained of everything vital and sustaining. You started to stumble, to trip over yourself, but Celia was there, suddenly in front of you, suddenly close enough to let you fall against her chest, to wrap her arms gingerly around your waist. You hadn’t heard her move. You couldn’t hear anything, not over the sound of your own heart beating in your ears. “Oh, you poor thing. Was that a little too much? Need to sit down?”

“Don’t—” You forced yourself to move, to shove at her shoulders and put just a hair’s width of space between you and her. She didn’t let you go, obviously, didn’t budge, but you kept trying, kept thrashing against her, kept resisting when it would’ve been so much easier just to close your eyes and let the dungeon, the tower, whatever it was, swallow you up entirely. “Don’t touch me! Stop—”

Another airy laugh, a slight shift in her posture. You were off your feet in less than a second, thrown over her shoulder then onto the bed, onto your back. “You’re angry, right? You feel like you hate me, don’t you?” You tried to get up, to run, but she was already kneeling between your open legs, already grinning wildly as she took you by the hips, pinning you down without a trace of effort. Without a trace of care. “I think I’m going to have fun with you, princess.” A hand slipping under your tunic, another clamping down around your waist. “I don’t think I’m going to want to let you go.”

You could only fall back, staring blankly at the ceiling as she did whatever she wanted.

[metroidprimepics]

Eventually I will run out of things to talk about. But until then, more trivia. Mostly creatures/bosses.

Prime

I don’t know when you would ever see this normally, but the elevators in West/East Towers (access to Control Tower, the outdoor arena area) have a rather elaborate full mechanism underneath.

Rain only appears in a cube around Samus. This is a metaphor for her life.

For some reason there is collision information at the bottom of Impact Crater - but only the version surrounding the Artifact Temple room specifically. It’s not terrifically accurate to the visual geometry - the ball is rolling quite a bit above the “ground” - but it’s still there... For some reason.............

I'm a little endeared with how Space Pirates look like a completely different species in each game with no explanation whatsoever. Anyway, the ones in Prime have these almost invisible lines of orange hairs on the limbs, which is very charmingly buggy.

Also, this one was kind enough to stand still for a height comparison. (Their AI doesn’t handle noclipping very well - often they just don’t attack when approached from the air.)

...

I spoke a bit ago about Metroid Prime’s additional eyes, which are not very easy to see in game.

They’re actually rolled back into her carapace in the intro cutscene before the fight, so it’s not surprising that you don’t really notice them.

After said intro cutscene, she is fully spawned in the room below and idle animating with no weapons systems active. Kind of a look, honestly.

Back to the eyes. Even if you saw the eyes, you would almost certainly not notice this behavior, but... They’re actually programmed to follow the player’s position exactly. The camera may be down here, but Samus is still in the room above and to the right, so that’s... where they’re looking..............

In later parts of the fight Metroid Prime uses this “tractor beam” attack, which actually emanates from the front two eyes. Somehow, I’m getting Gritty vibes.

...Impact Crater in general has always felt a little rushed to me, like it was thrown together last minute to just finish the damn game. (The boss rooms in particular are... hmm.) I still love it, though.

And there’s still all kinds of details, like these transparent areas with ... creatures? Swimming in them?? In concept art they’re mentioned as protozoans.

Let’s noclip in. They look like microbes or plankton. But big!

In a possible nod to these guys, the core access rooms in Corruption’s Leviathan Seeds have these floating clouds of similar creatures (labeled as “Phazon Cells” in game data). (Well, maybe less a nod and more a flex, really, especially when you consider that these games came out less than 5 years apart.)

Echoes

While I was cleaning up, I found the first of these screenshots I took:

Yeah.

Anyways,

Ingclaw butt.

Absurdly detailed Amorbis butthole. Why?

You ever remember you can bring up a nice, rotateable model in an short idle animation in the Logbook? Cause. You sure can do that in 2 and 3. OK.

Each of Dark Amorbis’ segments is separated by a bright red disc.

Part of the Spider Guardian’s model clips through its head on one side - you can see a little speck of bright red, plus some hairs. Or rather, the outer shell is accidentally concave...?

This only applies in this “swimming”/damage animation - it looks fine when rolling around. Probably just has a vertex off or something. You can’t see it in the fight. It’s fine.

Also, it’s perfectly possible to hit it with gun.

However, only the normal Power Beam shot actually deals damage - other weapons only stun it.

Additionally, while you technically can kill it this way, the normal death cutscene won’t play afterwards. That cutscene is what’s actually responsible for spawning the Spider Ball upgrade, so... No Spider Ball. Kind of defeats the purpose of defeating it, really. You still get a purple credit in Trilogy, at least.

Regular pillbugs have gorgeous spiral undersides.

Echoes’ troopers were less cooperative. They appear to be... big...?

That round thing in her chest (heart?) is visibly beating. Seems like a design flaw, but I guess that’s why this one isn’t a commando.

Speaking of which, these ones aren’t programmed to attack. They’re also quite a bit bigger.

I have invulnerability on when taking photos. Normally, enemy attacks just fizzle out when they land.

However, Quadraxis’ Annihilator shots bounce off of invulnerable entities. This trait is shared with Samus’ weaponry (you’ve probably seen this behavior with doors, or with largely-invulnerable enemies like Quadraxis itself). Maybe its attacks use the same code? Sadly, I can’t seem to get it to aim at the Annihilator door to the temple access.

Sort of an aside, but I feel like we’re missing out on beam deflection puzzles. Bouncing shots off things is fun [citation needed], and it was clearly already possible in the Prime engine... and in Super Metroid, too, weirdly enough. But I guess it’s just never occurred to anyone to use deflection for puzzles? Or maybe that kind of mechanic was deemed too spatially challenging for an all-ages series. It’s never too late though! (I think some SM hacks use it, at least...)

Corruption

Planets, while lovely-looking, aren’t actually spheres. They’re made up of lots of mostly-flat layers...

One time I fucked up the event flags in this game so hard that Unit 217 disappeared. Please use noclip responsibly.

This is where where the umbilical cord of a Leviathan core attaches to the seed. Looks like sliced roast beef.

On Bryyo, in the North and South Jungle Hall rooms (here and here), there is collision information and even some texturing on otherwise inaccessible areas.

Maybe these bits were meant to be accessible at some point...? You can easily jump up to the grates from the bulkhead, you just can’t get up to the bulkhead normally.

The wind turbines (there’s one in the background here) match the Space Pirate design from Echoes.

There’s some weirdass jittery floating things in the Bryyo jungle atmosphere, too. They don’t seem destructible or aggressive. I can’t find anything else about them, though.

Edit: According to @ bearborg, they’re labeled as spores ingame. Probably from the fungi!

Going to upgrade the weird butthole count in this trilogy to “two” with the Korakk Beast here. Sorry.

By the time you fight him, Rundas’ whole body is visibly laced with Phazon hyphae. But there’s even some clustered growths behind his "face”, underneath the PED. I think if you get close enough to him to see these, you probably have other things to worry about... Poor guy though.

The Berserker Lord’s beautiful face, with the distinct horizontal row of eyes confirming that is a heavily modified Urtraghian Space Pirate. Same goes for the Knight, it’s just easier to see with Phazon all over it. I just... really was not sure.

Another “you probably have bigger things to worry about” detail, this spike-filled area in 313′s brain. It’s almost like a sub-brain? Looks uncomfortable.

I tried to get a nice aesthetic shot of the opening cutscene for the Mogenar fight. At first glance, I thought this looked nice. However, upon closer inspection...

Is Samus... hovering?

Yep. The ground is well out of frame in the actual cutscene, so you’d never be able to tell.

I get why the cutscene artist did this - she wouldn’t be in the shot otherwise because the Mogenar is so far away, but actually moving her closer would force an awkward upward angle on the Mogenar. Because it’s, you know, huge. Still, I’m never going to be able to unsee this.

[blueluneacy]

There is no excuse I have a disease. That does not mean I will not deny the illness, however

I saw no one powerful enough to really go and do a bad end with Volo so I had to step up to the plate. I hope all other weirdos like it

Volo/reader

Warnings: volo wins lol, implied past crush on volo from reader, major pla spoilers if you couldnt tell already, volo is certainly obsessive, slight violence, you just generally are having a bad time

As you watched your Gardevoir fall, you couldn’t help but tremble. You looked up at the creature, of shadow and horror, and pondered the words Volo had spoken to you. He was right, you do feel ice in your veins, especially as you started to stumble back. You just had to get back to camp. If you could rest your Pokémon for a bit, you could come back and figure this out. Surely, as long as you left with the plates, things would be fine-

It wasn’t hard for him to grab you by the back and pull you back by your kimono, gripping it tightly. You heard nearly a growl in his voice as you felt his free hand immediately reach for your satchel. Perhaps you should’ve expected that.

“And where do you think you’re running off to? Perhaps there should be rewards given to the victor of these battles, just to put a bit more of a stake on them.” Volo hummed, but you only squirmed, trying to keep your bag away from him. The plates, of course. Even if he had this… Eldritch horror story at his command, he couldn’t get what he wanted done without the plates. That was the point of it all.

“Get away! You monster, demon! I’ll kill you, get off!” You howled, clutching your satchel, but to no avail. After a paltry struggle, Volo easily was able to rip the bag from your hands, tearing the strap around your waist with it. You stumbled back and onto the ground at the force of the tear, grumbling a little at the pain that shot up your body. That was going to leave a bruise tomorrow. You felt a chill run down your spine as you looked up at Volo, holding the satchel up for you to look at helplessly with a look on his face that could only be described as deranged. You reached out to try and snatch it back, but he only held the damn thing higher.

“Ah ah ah. Don't try and be bratty here. I told you I wasn’t above using force, but you really didn’t have to let it get that far.” He was practically chiding you, chuckling as watched you try to scamper back, reaching the steps with a gasp as you looked up. Volo just watched you squirm, wearing an awful smirk as he ate up the desperation on your face. He liked that look, wanted to see more of it. Wanted to be the cause of more of it. You glanced around, hoping that maybe you could outrun Giratina, but something in your gut was already telling you that was a bad idea. Not to mention, as soon as Volo got bored of your little act, he easily stepped on the edge of your kimono, holding you in place as if you were nothing but a Bidoof he happened to catch underfoot. You had no other choice. Maybe, if you begged, maybe someone like the Professor would come help you-

“Y… You can’t do this, it’s not right! Volo, please!” You hated it, but you didn't have any other choice. For the sake of everyone, you had to swallow your pride. "I-Isn't there anything in this world worth saving?! Come on, there was to be something!" You gulped as you looked up at Giratina, the shadow menacingly standing over the two of you like night had already come. It seemed to blink, almost curious about the two of you rather than truly malevolent, watching both of you as a Glameow may watch its master garden or clean. Still, you had no doubts that if given the opportunity, it would swallow you whole. As for your pleading, Volo couldn’t help but laugh, looking down at you with such malice in your eyes.

He really did hate you, huh? Is that why he pretended to be your friend this whole time? Just to find a way to hurt you? You tried to hold back tears, but a few seemed to skip past. There was no one you could trust anymore. After the incident before, it was no small task to try and find forgiveness for everyone in the Galaxy Team and the Clans, and now this? It was becoming all too much to bear.

“I suppose all you have left is begging, right? I didn’t think you would actually do it though. Something about your prideful attitude. What is it? Are you trying to protect them? Protect this world that you don’t even belong to?” He stepped forward, watching the way you leaned back in, but he just crouched down to your level, a smile on his face that almost seemed like the tender Volo you once knew. He let a hand reach out to brush against your cheek, almost like a lover would. But you doubted the man in front of you could even feel such a thing.

"And who are you to be begging the person you just called a monster and a demon? Do you really have no shame at all?" He seemed to purr like a cat who had just got the cream, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of hatred well up in your chest. There was nothing you could do then. Groveling at his feet wouldn't help. You doubted anyone would come to save you. Honestly, you were just considering getting one good swing in before the end.

"If you're going to make me disappear with everyone else, let me do it with a bit of dignity." You said, turning your head away from him and clenching your fists. You couldn't handle looking at him, not when your heart still hurt. Not when he wore an expression you could no longer recognize. But Volo just let his grip on you tighten, forcing you to look back at him, relishing in the slight wince of pain you gave before turning back at him, his grip easily loosening. Volo wanted to see it. He wanted to see every moment of your despair, and devour it all. Not to mention, you caught on quick. Even the most unruly of Growlithes can be brought to heel, it seemed.

“Don’t worry. I’m not the type to hurt you. After all, I’ve said it before. You’re my favorite customer!” He told you. You wanted to speak up, to ask what he planned to do with you then, if he wasn’t going to let you return to nothing with the rest of Hisui. But before you could even get the words out, he was on top of you, tackling you so that your back hit the ground with a strength you didn’t realize he had, his hands wrapping around your wrists, easily pinning you to the ground with his body weight. Jesus, what did this guy lift?!

And the look in Volo’s eyes could be described as nothing but pure obsession. Why? Why you? What had you done to deserve this? Every nice thing he had said, the times he had checked up on your progress, had they all been a lie? Had they all just been a way to manipulate you so that you felt weak the entire battle? So that your felt a twinge in your heart now? You couldn’t help but let a few tears fall, rolling down your cheeks viciously. You could allow yourself this bit of weakness. After all, it was actually the end of the world. Volo just smiled, reaching over to wipe one away, but he couldn’t hide how he relished in them. He wanted you to cry more, to beg more, all so he could tell you no. All so he could take everything from you, with nothing left to even mourn.

“It would be a shame to throw away a gift from Lord Arceus, after all…” You squeaked as Volo tightened his grip on you, enough to leave nasty bruises later. You could not conceal the fear in your eyes as you looked up at him, your blood turning to ice not from the horror watching the two of you curiously, but from the desire that Volo didn't bother to hide from his eyes. You started to wish that he wanted to destroy you like everyone else.

“So just be good, and I won’t have to ruin you.”

[always-andromeda]

bit of a weird question sorry and if you want to ignore this it’s totally fine, but i wanted to know your thoughts, which of Paul’s characters do you think would be the most supportive of the reader coming out to them as asexual? like i think Joby and Thaddius would be the worst about it but Klitz would be super sweet and honestly i think Hank would cry to hear that there’s actually a term for how he feels once the reader explains to him what it is, i headcanon him as ace but maybe other people feel differently about him

idk i’ve been struggling coming to terms with my own asexuality and it’s like damn i have a real love/hate relationship with thinking about which of his characters would still want to imaginarily date me, i mean yeah they can all be headcanoned and act however and whatever i want them to be, but in their real ‘in-character’ mode how would some of them would feel about it? and no you won’t hurt my feelings if you have different ideas than mine btw i just want to talk about this with someone and hear their thoughts before i go crazy from holding it all in my head forever ://

first of all, let me say that I am honored that you'd come to me with this thought. this isn't weird or anything at all. I am hoping that my account feels like a safe space to share these things and I hope that's a vibe that continues to be maintained. second, I love you. above the fanfiction and the daydreaming and the little fictional guys we fantasize about, I love you. you are valued and you are valid. you are always free to send me an ask or a message, I love hearing from my followers no matter what. thank you for sending in this ask, lovely. please take care of yourself. 💖✨

That being said, I have thoughts on characters that would be most accepting! (a preface: I, myself, am very much not asexual so bare with me y’all 😅)

✰ Dwayne Hoover (aged up) ✰

This guy...in my mind...when he gets older, he is so progressive. Like he generally doesn't care what you identify as. And not in like a "haha, fuck your pronouns" kind of way. Just like "oh, you go by this name now? okay." or "oh, this is your sexuality? cool."

He doesn’t even have to fully understand it to be supportive and kind about it. His mindset is just…fuck it. Some people just don’t feel or prioritize sexual attraction and that’s normal too. He values making emotional and mental connections with people greatly and wouldn’t pressure you at all into doing physical things.

✰ Hank ✰

I've never seen Hank headcanoned as asexual? But now that you mention it, I can totally see it! Sex feels so foreign to him? Almost clinical. He doesn’t understand why so many people think it’s such a big deal. Because it’s never been a big deal for him. It's just another building block of the human experience that no matter how he looks at it, he can't wrap his mind around it. All he knows its that most people like sex...so should he like it too?

Learning that there is a word for it and that it's not an experience that is exclusive to him would be so emotional for him. I can imagine him feeling found. Because this thing that he's tried so hard to understand and to enjoy...he's finally learning that it's okay that sex just isn't his cup of tea. So having you come out to him would be a big time of discovery for himself as well. He'd definitely cry but he'd also have the largest, most genuine and sweet smile on his face for a very long time afterwards.

✰ Jay ✰

This man...he accepts any and all creatures however they are and that includes humans in the sexuality department. All he knows is that he wants you to feel safe and comfortable and he is open to learning.

Like Dwayne, he heavily values having emotional connections with people. As long as your heart has the same love for life as his does, he would have no qualms whatsoever. And he’d go out of his way to learn? He’d be reading articles and doing his own research because he has a genuine hunger for knowledge. Anything to enhance his understanding of the world and of his partner.

✰ Louis Ives ✰

I heavily headcanon Louis being asexual themselves? They just don't seem to be that interested in sex, in my opinion! But I see them being heavily under informed about asexuality and having a similar moment to what you described with Hank.

They would be so overwhelmed learning that they aren’t alone. There’s a word for what they’ve always felt! It would be heavily comforting to them to know that they don’t have to force themselves to be domineering and masculine and craving sex all of the time. Having a partner that feels the same way would be such a relief for them? Because for once in Louis’ life, they don’t have to hide or pretend or try to make themselves into something they’re not. They can just be.

✰ Simon Feck ✰

Simon is a science geek. Yes, he’s more into the realm of technology but he’s taken a few biology classes. He knows about sexual attraction and reproduction and all of those terms. So he's pretty familiar with the concept of asexuality by the time someone may come out to him.

I imagine him being slightly asexual as well. At the very least, he's quite impartial to sex, I think. Sex isn't that important to him when it comes to forming relationships. He mostly sees it as just another form of physical relief and I'd see him really only taking care of things just so the stress doesn't build up. Aside from that, he puts value in people who connect with him on his interests and will genuinely listen to him. So I see him not only being accepting of you but also somewhat relating to you and being comforted by that.

✰ Timothy Klitz ✰

Klitzy would be confused, I’m not gonna lie. It would probably take a lot of explaining to get him to understand. Like he simply had no idea that some people just don’t feel or prioritize sexual attraction. But he’s so sweet about it. Hesitantly asks questions. Quietly nods and contemplates whatever you tell him. Maybe his questions get a little too invasive but he doesn't mean any harm and will profusely apologize.

He gets nervous when it comes to sexual contact because of his own insecurities. His friends often pressure him into thinking that he has to be sexually active as well. So, if anything, I think he’d be super appreciative of a significant other that slows things down and is interested in him on other levels aside from sexual. I think it would give him a chance to fully embrace and become comfortable with his own being.

[goldentsum]

— made to be together.

PAIRING: adopted father! sakusa x adopted daughter! reader; sakusa x mentioned wife (beginning)

GENRE: smut, dark content

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

SUMMARY: after trying so hard to get his wife pregnant so many times, sakusa is done and coming to the conclusion that his wife would never give him children. already fed up with trying and getting his hopes up, the two decided to adopt a child to avoid getting disappointed again. in the midst of searching for a daughter, he didn’t expect to find a sweet little thing he won’t be able to resist.

WARNING: pseudo-incest, age-gap (10+), smut, dark themes, unhealthy relationships, daddy kink, manipulative tendencies, implied miscarriages, creepy and asshole! sakusa, cheating, unprotected.sex, .dubcon, virginity loss, delusional! reader, narcissistic! sakusa, 17-18 years old! reader at the beginning but then turns 18+ when smut is happening

AUTHOR’S NOTE: MERRY CHRISTMAS HOES! tis a present from me~ first dark content fic and my first long fic after 2-3 months of hiatus! but i’m still excited! if you don’t like content like this just ignore this then. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH DARK THEMES. if you don’t like content like this, just block the tag tw.darkcontent,, READ WITH CAUTION!

REMINDER: this is not love and i do not condone this type of behavior. be smart on the internet. if you don’t like it just click away, no need to hate. you are responsible for your time on the internet.

“shit” sakusa cursed as he sat on the bed, hands running up and down his face in stress and anger. his wife bit her lip at the sight of her husband getting angry. she called out with her small voice, trying to lighten up the mood and chirped. “w-we can try again, yoomi.. we have all the time in the world-” 

sakusa stood up, his beautiful wife’s words trailing off. he looked at her with a scowl, “and how many times more do we need to keep trying? it’s your fault, for fucks sake. always fucking it up and losing the damn child.” the glare on his dark eyes was enough to shut the timid woman up. sakusa saw how she was trying to make herself small in the large king size bed and scoffed. 

he then exited to go to the connected bathroom in their bedroom, leaving his wife with her self-destructive thoughts as she blamed herself for always stressing her husband out. it was her fault that the man was angry and sakusa makes sure she knows that. it was her fault that she can’t get pregnant. all of those time trying and money spent for vacations wasted because she can’t even do what normal women do. 

quickly wiping the pesky tears that run down her soft cheeks not wanting her husband to see it because she knows how sakusa doesn’t like it when she plays the victim. 

sakusa washed his hands on the sink, gritting his teeth in irritation. shutting the running water off and quickly wiping his hands on a clean towel he puts on the sink, he stared at his reflection. dark eyes trailed down his features. 

it wasn’t his fault. it was his wife’s. he is a capable man. he can do anything. he is not at fault here. how can he be? he’s perfect. he’s handsome. he’s rich. athletic. at his prime and can do anything his mind tells him to. 

“w-we can try other things...” sakusa heard his wife’s timid voice call out. his wife, such a delicate woman. a pathetic one too at that. 

the man rolled his eyes and moved to enter their shared room again. “what other things, misa?” 

the woman tried to smile, but her lips were too wobbly and shaky. “we can always a-adopt, right?” 

sakusa scowled at the suggestion. adopt? raise another man’s child? what kind of bullshit was that. that was the stupidest thing his wife ever came up with and that’s saying something. 

“i-i know what you’re t-thinking.. but uhm.. we can always just look around and see if you like them?” misa trailed off, her voice scared and small when sakusa only continued to stare down at her. 

“fine.” 

this is stupid and a waste of time. why is he even here? in this place filled with vermin and shitty things? oh that’s right. because of his wife, who’s stupid enough to suggest they go to an orphanage. 

dark eyes glared at the children playing on the courtyard. hate and shame filled sakusa’s being. why can’t he just have children of his own. tsk, of course the woman he chose to be with has to be utterly useless. sakusa scoffed at his thoughts and followed his wife. she was quite excited if he guessed correctly. her soft eyes observed the dirty children around them. 

“hello, welcome! welcome! come in” an old woman greeted them by the door, her smile wide and happy. the couple entered the large building much to sakusa’s dismay. 

“thank you so much for having us” sakusa heard misa said softly in front of him as he looked around the place and grunted in disgust when he saw the dusty windows. it was a good thing that he always wears a mask, other people are too inadequate to be trusted and they can’t even clean the damn place right. 

the headmistress smiled at the lovely woman in front of her then turned her gaze to the tall stoic man behind her. the two were in their separate world while the man ignored them. 

the older woman chuckled wearily making misa copy her in nervousness. the woman then toured them around the building, introducing little kids that might capture their attention but sakusa couldn’t care less. they won’t be adopting. he won’t take a little vermin into his house only for them to disturb his safe place.

sakusa grunted in boredom, making his wife’s attention snap to him. wide nervous and questioning eyes stared up at him. 

“i’m going to stay in the car.” he grumbled and walked away, leaving misa with the headmistress, not even waiting for her response. 

he left the building, the noise inside now was a muffled sound making him sigh in relief and irritation. sakusa climbed down the stairs of the porch, rolling his shoulders and groaned when his joints cracked satisfyingly. when he reached the bottom, he looked around and realized that it wasn’t where he parked his car. 

“for fuck’s sake.” cursing under his breath, he was about to go back inside when he noticed something or someone at the corner of his eye. 

he stood there in awe, looking at the most beautiful creature he has ever saw. you sat on the bench in the garden while flowers and trees accompanied you. you looked so picturesque and ethereal with your long (h/c) hair down in a braid on your shoulder and your white prim and immaculate dress. 

sakusa continued to look at you, loving the contrasting moment with you and the building where he hears the muffled noises inside. with you, it was quiet, peaceful. 

the man snapped out of it, scolding himself for ogling at a young girl. that was a new low and sakusa kiyoomi does not do low. he wasn’t the type of guy who’s creepy and fucking disgusting. he was above that. 

sakusa scowled and moved to enter the building again but then the door opened and in came into view was his wife and the headmistress. his wife stared at him in shock but quickly replaced it with a soft smile.

“yoomi... good timing, the headmistress was just going to introduce me to someone” his wife said, sliding down a hand to grasped his making him cringe in disgust but his wife was already used to that. 

the headmistress cleared her throat, seeing the awkward interaction, and smiled at the couple then to the garden where you were sitting at as you read. 

“(y/n) dear? where are you? i would like you to meet someone” the older woman called out and sakusa saw you perk up from your seat and smile at the headmistress. 

when you smiled, it felt like you just knocked the air out of his lungs and all he could think of is how to make you smile again, this time directed at him. 

you walked ever so gracefully and stopped when you were just merely a couple of feet away from him. from this distance, sakusa could smell the fresh scent of flowers that followed you. 

“dear, this is mr. and mrs. sakusa, they’re here to look for a child” the headmistress cooed at you while you smiled at her then turned to the couple, greeting them like the good girl you are. 

“hello, mr. and mrs. sakusa. i hope you’ve been successful in your search” your voice was a melodic chime, a sweet and alluring call like a siren, pulling him closer and closer. 

your big doe eyes then locked with dark ones. sakusa didn’t realize how beautiful the color (e/c) was until he saw it in your eyes. he just found his new favorite color. 

“the headmistress told me so much about you, (y/n). and i do hope it is successful as well” his wife giggled softly, looking at you. 

the older woman smiled at the couple and then turned to you, “go on, dear. go to your room” 

you raised a brow at that when you heard the line the headmistress uses when the children are about to get adopted. confused but also happy, you nodded and bid the couple goodbye. 

when you were out of sight, the headmistress then asked, “what do you think of (y/n)? she’s very smart. she’s a well-mannered girl and she helps the church” 

sakusa furrowed his brows in confusion then looked to his smiling wife who was quick to explain, “i suggested to the headmistress that it would be nicer to have an older child” 

“an older child...” 

the headmistress then cut in, seeing the tension that was rising between the couple, “an older child might be better, sir. mrs. sakusa told me that you and her have a very busy schedule” 

his wife nodded and smiled at the headmistress, “she’s perfect...” the older woman nodded as well, smiling brightly and bid them a small farewell to relay the news to you. 

“what the hell are you thinking, misa? have you gone crazy” sakusa glowered at his wife making her flinch. 

“i-... i want her yoomi! she’s perfect, isn’t she? and with o-our busy schedule, she can fit right in” misa argued, she really needed the company. 

sakusa always leaves her alone and when he does get home, all he does is belittle her. reminding her of her shortcomings as a wife, as a person... she needed someone... someone who can be her safe haven.

you sat inside the car, looking out of the window, happy that you were finally adopted. in the midst of your happy thoughts, you didn’t notice the constant shifting gaze to you by your new dad on the rear view mirror. 

misa turned to you from the passenger seat with a smile, “i’m so happy that you’re here, (y/n).” 

you smiled back at your new mom and nodded, “i’m very happy as well” 

the beautiful woman grinned at you and nodded back then sat normally again, humming a cheery tune under her breath. sakusa shifted his eyes again on the mirror to look at you. suppressing the shiver that ran down his spine when you caught him staring as you smiled at him, he ignored you and looked back to the road again. 

you let your smile fall when you saw the cold reaction the man gave you but quickly shrugged it off and looked back again to the window to watch the buildings go by. 

when you finally arrived at your new home, you gaped at the huge house. clearly, your new parents are rich. filthy rich at that. misa giggled at your expression making you snap out of your thoughts as you looked away in embarrassment at being caught while sakusa scoffed and exited the car, leaving you and misa alone. 

misa frowned at her husband but quickly smiled back at you, reassuringly, “don’t worry, (y/n)... your new daddy... he’s just a bit reserved and quiet...” 

you knew for sure that the man hated you or something. well, maybe hate is a strong word but you’re sure that he doesn’t like you. you nodded at misa with a small smile. 

“let’s go, sweetie?” misa exited the car as well making you follow her. you gaped at the sheer size of the house as some people went out of the house, greeting your new dad that ignored them and went to the car to get your things. 

you were about to help them but your mom quickly held your hand. misa smiled at you and led you inside, “it’s okay, sweetie. let’s just get you settled in, okay?” 

still a little awkward, you nodded and followed misa. your new home was stunning. it was spectacular! you knew you were lucky enough to get adopted at your age but adopted by a family that’s rich? it was amazing!

misa led you to your room as you looked at the large room in awe, admiring it. the beautiful woman giggled at you. you were like a breath of fresh air to her. it was always so silent, filled with tense atmosphere in the house but with you and your innocent energy, it was like she was in a different world now. 

“i guess you like it, sweetie?” 

you turned back to her and nodded with a huge smile, “it’s beautiful, miss. thank you”

misa pouted at your words making you think you have said something offensive, “miss? you can call me mom! i’m your mommy now after all!” her tone was youthful and happy. 

you nodded, “thank you, mommy” 

misa glowed at your words, eyes getting teary. you tried to go closer to her, worried but the beautiful woman only smiled at you and held the door, “i’ll let you settle in, sweetie. call me if you need something, okay? kiyoomi’s and my room is just around the corner” and then she shut the door. 

you smiled at the door, remembering your new mom. she must’ve been lonely. her eyes showed so much emotions. 

the couple was very busy, now you know why they didn’t adopt a younger child. also your mom was an absolute sweetheart. she was busy with her job but she always tried to make time for you. you two always bonded when she gets home. even though you can see that she was very tired, she always talked to you before going to bed. 

your mom was lonely. your daddy wasn’t home at all. you barely even see him and when you do see him, he never really acknowledges you. like that one time you greeted him on the way to the kitchen. 

you were going down the stairs and saw your daddy going up, to clean up you guessed. you smiled at him when he noticed you and chirped happily at him, “good morning, daddy!” 

the only response you got was a sharp inhale and then he was out of sight. you frowned at his cold response but you didn’t mind. your mommy said that it was quite normal and it takes time for your daddy to warm up to someone. 

but it has already been years since then and the only real conversation you had with him was when you asked if he could drive you to school because your usual driver was sick. 

you tried everything to make him like you. it was weird. you didn’t know why you want to be closer to him. you want him to look at you. his dark eyes locked with yours. you want to feel him. and it was making you feel sick with how desperate you are for the older man. it wasn’t right but you just couldn’t help it. the way he looked at you made you felt needed.

for the past years, sakusa was being tortured by his own mind. the sound of your voice follows him wherever he goes. your scent stuck on his skin when you hug him goodbye. your presence was like a ghost, haunting him. taunting him. 

he’s really trying to keep these feelings at bay but as years go by, you are starting to grow into a fine young woman. more curves appearing in your body, an alluring slope as your hips grew that sakusa desperately wanted to grip. thick thighs that was usually covered by thigh highs. lips so plump and red. 

everything about you was so perfect that it made sakusa want you more than ever. he wants you to want him too. he wants you to depend on him. call him with that soft teasing voice as you cry out the fucking name that makes him tick every time, “daddy~” 

sakusa groaned at his thoughts and held his head in his hands as he sat on the bed. you two were alone in this huge ass house. misa was out for a week because of her job and the thought of being alone with you makes him jumpy and his emotions in a messy whirlpool of madness. 

thoughts of how he can just fuck you right now makes his cock twitch in his sweats. 

he sighed in irritation, trying to think of something else because if he keeps this up he’ll only make himself horny and bothered and that doesn’t sound very enjoyable. 

a knock caught his attention. he looked at the door with a frown and answered, “who is it?” 

“it’s me, daddy” 

for fuck’s sake. why can’t you just leave him alone? if you keep this up, sakusa won’t be able to keep his emotions at bay and might do something that’s frowned upon by society. 

“what is it” 

the door opened and you stood by the door, your glossed red lips curled into a shy smile. sakusa’s dark eyes trailed down to your body, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. a thin singlet and short shorts hugged your gorgeous figure.

you are a goddess incarnate in his eyes. so immaculate. you were calling out to him like the snake in the garden of eden, tempting him to just bite the forbidden fruit already.

“-dy? daddy? are you okay?” sakusa’s eyes snapped back to your face. you looked worried. he sighed tiredly and nodded.

“do you need something?” 

you bit your lips in nervousness, his eyes watching the action. you hugged your figure, not knowing how to say what you had in mind. 

“u-uhm... i just thought that maybe we can eat together...--” you trailed off, looking at him, anticipating his reaction. 

the man made you nervous that was a fact but you would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. and that small little fact made you guilty and confused about why you felt like that for him. he was your dad for fuck’s sakes! yes, not really biologically but still your ‘dad’

you were ashamed that you thought of him that way. you can’t even consider him as your father. and every time you call him “daddy” it makes you shy. staring at him, you bite your lip as you wait for his response. 

sakusa grunted and nodded, standing up as he walked towards you. the unwavering gaze he had upon you made a shiver run down your spine. you looked up at him through your lashes, fluttering those pretty eyes up at him. 

that was the final straw! sakusa can’t keep this up! he has to have you and what better time to have you than now. you two were alone and you look so fuckable as always.

he gluped when he stopped right in front of you, so close. you two were just a breath away. your eyes drifted to his lips for a moment but quickly returned to his eyes, feeling the shame rise inside you when you realized what you did.

the older man wanted to coo at you when he saw the embarrassment that crossed your face. he wanted to tell you that it was okay. you can need him. you can want him all you want. hell, he preferred it. now that he saw the small action, he can’t help himself now. he can’t pass this opportunity.

“what’s wrong, sweetie?” he whispered, you shivered when you felt his minty and warm breath hit your lips. you stuttered at the nickname and guilt rise in you as you heard the same name your mommy calls you. 

“n-nothing, daddy...”

“you can tell me, (y/n). it’ll be just between us, don’t worry. i won’t tell a soul” the low seductive voice of your daddy made you clenched at nothing as heat spread across your cheeks. 

“i-.. i uhm..” you continued to stutter. sakusa hummed in amusement at your obvious awkwardness, a small smirk growing in his pink lips.

“do you want daddy?” he whispered, leaning closer to you as your noses touched and your lips barely grazed each other but it was enough to get you excited. sakusa could feel your breath hitching as he does so. 

your eyes turned half-lidded and you pouted in embarrassment, lips curled in such an alluring way. 

“c-can i have daddy?” 

sakusa’s heart started beating rapidly inside his ribcage, this was so new for him. he never felt like this before, not even with his wife. you have such an effect on him, it was scary. 

“you can have daddy anytime, sweetheart” he grunted, tongue swiping against his bottom lip to wet it as he watched you lean closer, slowly standing on your tippy toes.

sakusa groaned at your slow movements and quickly leaned closer, kissing you with ferocity. his large hands gripped your hips, maneuvering you inside the bedroom as he slammed you against the wooden door. you gasped at the pain but it quickly faded into pleasure. 

he groaned into your lips, taking advantage of your open mouth to slither in his tongue into your mouth. you moaned when he started licking and playing with your wet muscle. you unconsciously grinded against him, searching for friction. sakusa moaned into the messy kiss when your clothed heat grazed against his hard cock. 

his hands drifted down to your thighs, squeezing and kneading it. the heat of his palms was so distinct. he then gripped your thighs, carrying you up. you squealed at the sudden movement and quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him. in that new position, your clothed pussy was directly against his member. 

you gasped at the feeling of sakusa’s dick twitching against you. the male groaned and started kissing down your neck, your arms tightening around his neck. the overwhelming feeling of his lips trailing hot wet kisses against your sensitive neck and his constant grinding of his cock against you was too much. 

your moans spilling out your pretty red lips as you tried to match your daddy’s grinding. sakusa’s breath heavy against you, it was all too much for him. you were finally in his arms, moaning like the pretty slut that you are. sakusa could feel your wetness sipping through the thin cloth of your shorts. 

he removed you from the door and carried you to the bed as his body covered yours. leaning against one of his arm while one hand groped your chest, his large hand slowly slithered down and in your singlet and caressed your stomach, savoring every skin until he reached your bra. 

he continued to litter your pretty and sensitive neck with his marks, humming in satisfaction when he sees your neck covered with bite marks. you whined when his hips stopped moving against you for a moment. sakusa leaned back a bit to look at you. his breath hitched when he saw you. you were such a sight to see. 

your eyes heavy and dark with lust, chest heaving with every pant. your singlet was raised up to expose your smooth stomach. your lips were red and a little swollen as your red gloss was smeared across your chin and lips. 

“you’re such a sight, sweetheart,” sakusa praised, making you whine as your hips bucked

“my pretty baby” he muttered then he captured your lips again, biting your bottom lip and quickly soothed it with his tongue. 

“d-daddy, i need you...” you whimpered through the kiss, your words muffled with sakusa’s lips against yours. 

“don’t worry your pretty little head... daddy will take care of you” 

his hand then trailed down, leaving your boobs. he tipped down to your shorts and in your panties, grazing your mound as you gasped against his lips. 

“so wet... is that all for daddy?” 

you cried out at the unfamiliar feeling when sakusa massaged your clit. the older man’s hissed at the wetness, his self-control slowly threatening to snap. 

“have you touched yourself before, princess?” 

your eyes widened at his question but shook your head no, embarrassed by it. your hands gripped sakusa’s shoulder when he started massaging your clit faster, gasping at the pleasure coursing through you. 

“you’re so cute, (y/n)” he muttered, watching your virgin body already shaking at such light actions. 

sakusa’s hand left your shorts making you whine at the loss of pleasure but was quickly followed by a welp when the man removed your shorts, your body getting tugged along at his aggressive action. 

you lowered your gaze and clenched your thighs together, trying to hide from your daddy’s intense gaze. sakusa clicked his tongue and gripped your thigh, “let daddy see you, pretty girl” 

you slowly let your legs open, your embarrassment worsening when you felt the air nipping at your skin. sakusa admired your wet pussy out in display just for him. his fingers touched your wetness ever so slightly but even that makes you gasp. 

“so beautiful...” you heard your daddy whisper making your heart full that he finds you attractive. sakusa wet his fingers with your arousal, caressing the clenching hole but never really prodding inside. 

you watched sakusa between your legs, biting your lips when you saw the prominent tent on his grey sweats. you let your head hit back against the pillows, trying to control your breathing as your nervousness slowly got to you. 

“that’s good, baby. relax for daddy. my pretty girl is so smart” 

sakusa groaned when he finally sunk one finger inside you as he watched you whimper while your hips buckled against him. “so wet and tight...” 

he watched you get lost at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you. his gaze then went back to your cunt and his finger, seeing the thin string on his finger that connected him and your pussy. sakusa groaned and leaned down, capturing your neglected clit in his mouth. 

you cried at that, looking down at sakusa. your eyes locked as he fingered you and his tongue flicking against your clit. you moaned, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you threw your head back when he hit the spongy spot inside of you. he hummed in satisfaction making you shiver at the vibration as he added another finger. 

the older male watched your body writhe because of his ministration, finding it so alluring and seductive when you arched your back so prettily when he kept hitting your g-spot. he sucked on your clit, his tongue massaging it. the rising of pleasure was too much for you and the feeling of something threatening to snap in your stomach made you teary. you cried, hips moving frantically chasing the pleasure given to you. the clenching of your pussy against sakusa’s fingers was the sign that you were close. so deliciously close. his movements quickened at that, wanting you to cum for him. the sound of your wetness was embarrassingly loud and sakusa’s constant smacking as he ate you out messily was getting you closer than you want to admit. 

the unfamiliar feeling of the intense pleasure made you close your eyes, loud moans escaping you. the constant flicking of his tongue finally pushing you to the edge as you cum. loud whimpers and whines escaped you as sakusa rode your orgasm for you, moaning against you when he felt your cum sticking to his fingers, trailing down to your ass. 

he released your sensitive clit, swiping a last lick on to it, and his fingers moved away from you, the wetness made his fingers glossy. you panted on the bed, the sensitivity of coming for the first time still in your system. sakusa smiled down at you and kissed you. you whined when his hard cock nudged your sensitive pussy. 

“will you let daddy fuck you, princess?” 

you moaned softly at his dirty words and nodded tiredly, opening your legs like the good girl you are. sakusa’s eyes turned dark and removed his hard cock out of his sweats. you gaped at the size and closed your eyes with a hiss when he grinded against your still sensitive cunt. you looked up at him with a pout and grasped his tight t-shirt. 

“w-wanna see daddy too” you muttered with a pout, tugging at his clothes. sakusa smirked and nodded, removing every piece of cloth in his body until he was nude. your eyes trailed up and down his body, trying to memorize every feature. hands going to his body, caressing his skin. 

“you’re p-pretty too, daddy” you whispered shyly, smiling at him. sakusa didn’t reply but only moved closer to you, letting his nose graze your cheek, nuzzling into you. you giggled softly at his affection. you guessed that this was his way of showing his love.

“ready for me, baby?” he asked as you nod, grasping unto his shoulders. sakusa lined his hard cock against your wet cunt, slowly nudging forward. he hissed at the feeling of your tight and wet pussy clenching around him. 

you felt divine. so good. so wet and warm. and you’re all his. 

you gasped at the feeling, it was so much larger than his fingers but the stretch was addicting enough. you moaned when your daddy kept going in. you panted, tongue lolling out when he finally bottomed out. you felt so full. 

sakusa grabbed your hips, moaning beside your ear. he waited for you to adjust to the feeling of his cock and when you grinded back, he knew you were ready. 

he started slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls dragging against his thick cock, your wetness sticking on him. sakusa then groaned when the pleasure started getting intense, chasing the high of it. 

your nails made crescent marks on his skin, moaning loudly at the feeling of the constant pumping of his large cock inside of you. the tip of his cock nudging your cervix, so deep inside of you. 

you choked on a moan when he hit your g-spot again, the sensitivity was making you tear up whilst sakusa leaned back, watching your body tremble at his mercy. he watched your pussy suck him back in every time, your cum decorating his cock with strings. 

he fucks you with intent, loving the way your boobs bounce to the way he fucks you hard. your pretty mouth open, letting strings of loud moans out, whilst a thin line of drool escaped to your chin. eyes almost getting crossed eye with how good he’s fucking you. 

“you like that, baby? you like the way daddy fucks you dumb?” you could only cry out, incoherent mutters and cries was the only thing sakusa heard from you. 

the man groaned when he felt his release coming way sooner than he expected. the way you were clenching around him was almost enough to send him over but he doesn’t wanna cum before you cum again. 

sneaking his hand on your pussy, he started rubbing your clit with rough circles. you sobbed at the intensity. your legs shaking around sakusa’s hips as he grinded against you harder. 

“fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum...” he cursed, his rhythm getting sloppier as he chased his high. 

your moans gotten louder at that as sakusa smirked when he felt your pussy clenching around his cock, “you like that? you want daddy’s cum inside you?

fucked out from your daddy’s thrusts, you could only arch so beautifully for him. your position making it easier for sakusa to hit deeper inside you.

“cum for me, princess. cum for daddy” sakusa groaned, hand frantically rubbing your clit pushing you to another orgasm. you sobbed when you felt your second orgasm rushing into your system, eyes rolling back to your head while your pussy milked sakusa’s cock, making him paint your insides with thick ropes of white. your body jerking violently against his at the feeling of the intense climax.

the man growled and it trailed into harsh moans, his hips rolling against you as he rode yours and his climax. 

the room was filled with harsh and loud pants as you two climbed down from your highs. you gulped, throat dry and sore from all the screaming you did. your thighs trembled around sakusa’s hips. he slowly let your legs down and lay down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. his strong chest against your slender back.

you moaned when you felt the soreness kicking in but cuddled back to him, touching and caressing his arm that was thrown over you. you hummed, satisfied, when you felt his cum dribbled out of you. it was his love inside of you.

sakusa’s heart was full. you were finally his. finally in his arms and he’ll be a fool to let you go. he’ll get rid of the older hag after this, he has no need for her anymore now that you were beside him..

he won’t share you with anyone. you are his. only his. and anyone who gets between you two will suffer the consequences. sakusa guarantees it. his dark eyes trailed down to your body, admiring your bruised skin. 

“are you okay, sweetheart?” you heard him asked quietly behind you. you smiled and nodded, leaning your head back. 

“i am...” 

sakusa hummed, sleepiness coming over him. his hand touching your stomach where his cock was bulging out earlier.

“w-will daddy be here with me when i wake up?” 

“i’ll always be with you, princess. i love you... now sleep” 

you bit down a huge grin on your lips, listening to sakusa’s breaths that started to get even signaling that he has fallen asleep. your daddy loves you. no one ever said that. no one ever treated you like him. it was a nice change from all the times you were alone in the orphanage. 

the moment felt warm and gentle like it was a moment shared by a couple who loves each other deeply. you hummed a soft sleepy tune, your hand caressing his arm to his hand. 

your warm and soft moment came crashing down when your hand touched a cold metal on his finger. your (e/c) eyes trailed down and stared down at the ring that was glistening as the light hit it, heart thumping in shame and guilt when reality hit you like a wave. 

that’s right. he’s married and he’s your “daddy”.