#cant wait to see it reborn

[cheswirls]

ah i could not help myself. checked onk for a detail on the movie arc and ended up rereading the entire movie arc, then bit the bullet and read up to current. not as many chapters as i thought considering how long ago i was "caught up" and that onk is a weekly?? i guess there were breaks. almsot made me think it was a monthly series. with how little there was

tbh if i had waited til the end of the year that would have been perfect. it rly seems like there are not many chapters left. even where i left off tho, it was enough where again i wasn't dying to know what happened next, so i can wait for it to finish if it finishes this year :) maybe spoiler-y rant in tags for past 5-6 chapters

[eyepatchdate]

gonna do the true neutral (or whatever tf you want to call it) smtv ending next. really annoyed that you only unlock special miracles if your alignment matches the ending you get. PLUS also very annoyed that if you do newborn ng+ you lose all the best miracles. its so maddening.

[angstandhappiness]

INTERESTING

New God’s take on Sun Wukong’s origins lives rent-free in my brain

[neetily]

Kinktober 2024 — Imaginary Best Friend Robin

— ✧ pairing: M!Robin / F!Reader — ✧ genre: smut 18+ — ✧ word count: 7,102 — ✧ warnings: dubcon, imaginary friend, manipulation, breakup, ex boyfriend (role-play), shapeshifting, creampie — ✧ synopsis: hey, i know that it's been a while since we hung out, but i miss you. and you've really left me no other choice at this point...

— ✧ A/N: ONCE AGAIN I APOLOGISE FOR BEING LATE. and i thank you all for your patience, again. the winter blues killed me, but i finally got through this and hope you all enjoy... even the robin haters that follow me x finally. kinktober has ended <3...

— ✧ kinktober masterlist

Existence comes to him suddenly and all at once, like an abrupt eruption spilling out from the recesses of your weary mind— and it’s immediately disorienting. The once dormant volcano of his life pulled into awakened with a promise, shifting under the oppressive weight and pressure that real life provides. It’s a bit jarring at first, as if being reborn into something new, someone new, prompting him into blinking a few times to rid the obscuring bright lights that intrude upon his fresh new mind for a moments breather. And it aches too, just a little, to greet the immediate upset that life has thrown at you; and by extension, himself. Seeping into his own body like it’s supposed to, because at the end of the day, he is you, isn’t he?

But as always, you remain blinding to him regardless. A stark contrast to his usual life in the dark, he cant help but to want to be more like you. Or, is it that he wants more of you? He never did answer that question in his loneliness.

A light in the pitch black, gentle hope where none is to ordinarily be found. It’s frustrating just how much he has to rely on you simply to exist, tugging on the edges of your mind every now and then to remind you of his simple validity, of his sole reason for living. But alas. It’s difficult not to dislike you, despite your abandonment… As if he was borne out of the self criticism you’ve given yourself over the years. A deeply burrowed yearning for something more, to become bigger and better than you’ve thus allowed him to be.

And he’s been waiting for an opportunity like this for years. Seething to himself in silence when you’d all but forgotten about him. And now that you need some help, you come seeking him? Out of everybody you could have reached out to, no one does it better than him, right?

Well, he’s not about to let you squander this prime opportunity by pushing back against him again. Not this time, not ever again.

Silence fills the empty space left between himself and you, or you and himself— it’s hard to discern where he begins and you end when you’re one in the same and he hasn’t been allowed to stretch his limbs for himself in what feels like an eternity. He knows that he needn’t use verbal speech to communicate with you, what with the fact that he usually resides within your mind space anyway and can talk just fine through thoughts alone. But tonight feels like a special occasion, doesn’t it? A shared understand of something brewing deep beneath the surface, a sharp edge to what once was soft eyes and childish giggles.

He’s grow up right alongside you too, y’know.

“Hi.” He eventually smiles, deceptively warm in his wanting to appear still yet friendly, even after your adulthood abandonment. Couldn’t stay away from him for too long, could you? Not when life has got you down, and nobody else is willing to stand up for you except your long time best friend Robin. As it always has been, and should be, as far as he’s concerned. “Long time no see.”

Silence once again occupies the room, and he takes the brief moment to focus in on all of the changes you’ve made since he was last perched upon your bed like this, since it’s been so long. All the new decorations, posters, trinkets, everything new that you’ve accumulated during his forceful absence… And, the new sheets that you’re currently balled up into are pretty too, like they’d protect you from all the bad in the world.

Silly, that’s what he’s for, right?

But when you fail to come out from hiding, no doubt afraid of the sudden deeper voice booming in your small private space, he lets out a friendly enough chuckle as a means to disarm you. Something endearing, something that’ll clue you in to exactly who he is so as to not scare you any further. Because he’d never truly wish to terrify you, even if he thinks you’re just so cute when asking him for help.

“You’ve changed a lot…” he trails off in genuine thought, humming to himself at the sight of all the new colours and textures and smells that surround him. “F-for the better, I mean!” he’s quick to reassure you, stuttering over his own words through how little his voice has been in use as of late, coughing to clear his nervousness when he feels your weight shift from under those safety blankets. Just a small shuffle, uncertainty present in the way you still yet remain hidden from his eager eyes.

C’mon, it’s been so long… Lemme see yo. Didn’t you wanna see me? Isn’t that the sole reason I’m here? C’mon, just a little more, promise to play nice…

Unsure of how long he’s got in your presence before you decide to shut him out for good again, or until you decide you need a well rested break with your good pal Robin, he decides to continue the conversation with or without you. Sighing briefly to himself to relieve some built up tension before tugging on your sheets absentmindedly. He can feel how nervous you are to meet him again— perhaps a little guilty too, right?

“Don’t you recognise me?”

There’s a twinge of pain to his words, hidden amongst the giddy excitement that’s difficult to quell upon seeing his bestie after such a long and lonely break. You did miss him, right? Though surely not as much as he missed you, evident from the way he practically shakes before you, unable to fully hide his true intentions despite the playful sadness that taints his voice. Its just that it’s been so long since he last saw you, and at the end of the day, he can do naught else but be thankful for the sole reason behind his existence.

It’s so good to see you again, even if you’re acting rather shy. He’s always been the best at entertaining you, especially throughout childhood when you had no one else to call friend.

And he deserves a little more respect for spending all that time in isolation, don’t you think?

“It’s me,” he tries again, smiling kindly through his words though you may not see it— it just comes so naturally to him regarding you. The niceties and hesitation. “We used to play together all the time, remember?” Emphasis on the all, because God… not a day went by when you were younger that he wasn’t by your side, too. Experiencing life with you, helping you through rough and tough times, and celebrating its victories right alongside you. There’s simply no way you could have truly forgotten all about him… right?

Of course not. Because all it takes is a brief pause, a shared held breath of confusion and interest all in the same, for you to realise your mistake and greet your old friend in kind with a rather small sounding little “… Robin?”

It’s enough, he thinks to himself. Affection welling in his heart at the meek tone you adopt, the sound of his name falling from your pretty hidden lips prompting his grin to widen and hurt his cheeks. Your uncertain nature is familiar to him, a home comfort after so long apart. You always were a shy little thing, which is why you likely made him in the first place.

“Yeah, yeah! It’s me, don’t you wanna play again? That’s why I’m here, right?”

He can sense your apprehension, though he’s not sure if it’s borne mostly out of fear from having him manifest by your side like how he used to when you were a kid, or because you feel unable to let go of things now that you’re older. As if you shouldn’t be relying on him so much, when that’s quite literally all he was borne to do. And, quite frankly, it’s all he ever wants to do— maybe even a little more, now that he’s as old as you are now. He can do so much more for you, if only you’d reach out for him more often.

He wonders if you think he’s grown up well too. Take a peek.

He doesn’t want to scare you off too much though, not yet… you’re still a little vulnerable, he understands. If you weren’t, he wouldn’t have suddenly re-appeared in your life, right? He’s gotta take his time, treat you with patience and care; right before taking exactly what he wants, that is.

So, ever so softly, he tuts down at you with loving intent. A gentle sound meant to coax you out, as you have so tenderly done so with him. Even his voice, after he takes a moment to allow you space, is as soft as ever. A taunt, maybe.

“Dont’cha wanna come out of hiding?” he prompts you, poking the lump under your sheets as lightly as he can, but he can’t stifle the light giggle that escapes him when you stiffen up in response. “I only wanna help you, promise…”

That’s it, just a small amount of manipulation, enough to have you wiggling under the sheets some more only to poke your head out from under them. And oh, what a pretty sight that immediately greets him, his chest instantly tightening with the grip you have on him— you’ve grown up very well, he suddenly decides. His heart racing at the mere sneak peek you’ve allowed him thus far, like he was a little kid all over again. He knew that all this waiting around in the dark abyss of your mind would be worth something, and he’s happy to see that he was right upon viewing your pretty face again.

Perhaps too much so, given the way he has to move around to hide his ill-intentioned love. Tugging on his jumper idly to obfuscate between his legs from your view.

“I— I mean… It’s been so long…” you almost whimper, like you’re afraid to admit your neglect so openly and honestly. Though there’s really no need, he’s here now, and that’s what matters most, right?

“It has been a while, huh?” he smiles down at you, a genuine show of his joy from finally, after all those long years alone, getting to see you and hear you again. He’s fucking missed you, and it suddenly hits him all at once as a lump grows big in his throat. Of which he does his best to swallow, for there are far more important matters to attend to tonight that don’t include bawling his eyes out in sheer bliss from being by your side again. There’s gonna be time to sob and reminisce together soon enough— but he wants to have his fun tonight. “I think we both look a bit different since we last hung out…” he inspects himself with curiosity, “D’ya think you could come out a little more? Wanna greet my old friend right!”

There’s no guilt to be had in sweet talking you out like this, because you always were a shy one. You’d get nowhere in life if not for a little prodding! So you should be thankful that he’s back again, ready to give you the little shove you need to fall off the ledge and onto his lap.

Eventually.

He wants to ease you into him again, warm you up a little, as it were. Disallowing you the opportunity to respond to his teasing by talking before you get the chance to reply, distracting you with meaningless small talk as he grows closer to your huddled form one slow inch at a time.

“Oh! Do you still have that console we use to game on all the time? I don’t remember the last time I played with you…” he trails off in thought, doing his best to recollect exactly when the last time you called upon him for some late night gaming together, and yet all he turns up is empty.

And you seem to pick up on his frustrated state, letting the sheets fall from your pretty body with a pitying gasp. “Robin,” you regard him with utter sympathy, showing your soft underside to his wanting teeth. “I’m— God, I’m so sorry— Y’know, that I, uh… I mean, it’s good to see you again, and…”

Bingo. Got you right where he wants you, pliant and begging for his forgiveness. It’s when you’re most malleable— no one knows you better than yourself, or in this case, himself, and so it’s easy to play your own worst qualities against you when you’re such a soft little idiot. Because he has all those issues too; he’s just spent enough time in solitary confinement to learn how to quell the need to please most of all.

And yet still, he yearns to earn your affections. Tutting down at you softly, as if consoling a child. Dirty words clinging to the tip of his tongue that he sucks back against his teeth, unable to meet your gaze the whole way as his eyes flutter shut to the sight of your furrowed brows and clutching bed sheet fists. You’re cute. Too cute for your own good, really.

Maybe the time spent away from you was necessary after all, allowing him ample opportunity to grow strong against your charms in the meantime.

“Shh, shh,” he hushes you gently, cooing towards you as he shuffles closer still, until his face is right before your own and he can press his forehead against your own in a loving gesture of trust. A misplaced gesture, but an attempt nonetheless to save face before he follows through on his long time coming plans for you. He’s been patient thus far, so he sure he can hold off for a little longer— in spite of the way his pants grow tighter the longer you pout up at him so prettily, fuck. Like you’re doing it on purpose, right? “It’s okay, promise,” he lets his breath fan across your face, hot and heavy to serve as a reminder that he’s very much real and alive and right next to you right now, lest you forget the very real threat he currently presents. That, and it’s exciting, is it not? To finally meet again after all those long years… “I’m glad you were doing well enough to not need me, if anything!”

Because he only shows up when you truly need him, right? When you’re all alone, lost and confused in the big scary world known as reality. At least you know that he will always be right there and waiting patiently for you to rely on him again, your best friend since childhood, right?

Though, when he picks up on the fact that you’re not so convinced of his genuine feelings for you, and that he’d never want you to feel sorry for him under any circumstances, he takes the opportunity to butter you up some more. Just a little foreplay before the main event, nursing his growing erection by pulling your dropped bed sheets over his own lap so that he has selfish access to more of your grown up body. Pretty and grown— just like him, right? Maybe that little shy eyelash flutter you send his way is the sudden realisation that he’s not some young boy anymore either, no more a child than you are in this moment. And he’s awfully close to you just now, isn’t he? Flustering you up with his sweet words and kind gestures…

“Now c’mon, less of the pity party and more of the telling me what’s wrong. It’s why I’m here, right?” He offers you, cupping your cheeks in his warm hands so as to steal your undivided attention with a soft, albeit cheeky, smile. Because he knows exactly what he’s doing to you right now, and he needn’t notice the slight pink that now taints your cheeks to intrinsically understand that he’s getting under your skin. Almost as if… you can tell that he wants you, without him needing to explicitly state as much.

Which would make sense, given that he only exists as an extension of yourself. But this song and dance is fun in its own right too, a game of cat and mouse. Cops and robbers. He wonders who will break first.

And he prays that it’ll be you.

Just a little more prompting, and he’s sure your nervous shakes will stop. Removing his forehead from your own just to drink up the sight of the unsure expression your wear when regarding him, lips slightly apart as if you want to admit truth to him, but have yet to let your defences down enough to allow him entry. That’s okay, he’ll worm his way inside soon enough. And besides, you look real fucking pretty when staring back at him with such a dumb expression.

“Y’know,” he releases his hold of your cheeks too, instead allowing one hand to rest on your thigh and the other to travel feather light up and down your exposed arm. It’s the little things, at the end of the day, that’ll have your legs opening for him. And he’s nothing if not thorough in his understanding of your wants, wishes, and needs. And what you need right now is him, correct? “You can always open up to me whenever— no judgement! I’m your best friend after all.” He’s kind enough to remind you, smiling through the thinly veiled manipulation as his touch prompts you into shivering against his fingertips, something that he wholly welcomes with open arms, because he knows that his sweetening up of you is working. Soon, he’ll have you right where he wants you, and—

You interrupt his train of thought with a heavy sigh. Deep and slow, as if steadying yourself for something. And he briefly wonders if you’ve caught on to his true intentions, but the way you nervously look around the room before biting down on your bottom lip tells him otherwise.

You’re nervous. Not because of him, not with the way you melt into his warm touch, right? No, it’s because—

“We broke up.”

Riiiiiight, you were seeing someone new, weren’t you? He can’t quite recall just how long ago, or what he looked like, or what his name was. Something... blonde, right? More bite than bark, but definitely a lot of bark, too. He has vague memories of disliking him, pounding against the edges of your mind to be let free, to show you exactly how you deserve to be treated, and yet… well, he’s just glad that you’re all alone now. Caught under the covers with that pretty puppy look you wear oh so well, begging for him. Not your ex, or any other random man he’s sure you could pull from the streets— but him. His forgiveness and help, yeah? Oh, you poor thing… your ex must have really gotten under your skin to leave you resorting to him now, pawing eagerly at your old best friend for some well worn comfort in such trying times.

But Robin can hardly blame the guy for ruining you. He’d like to do the same, ultimately. And he’s about to, after a little more consoling. Gotta get you in the right mindset for it, warm you up to his needy touch and leering eyes before finally taking what he rightfully deserves. Keeping his touch as light as possible on your shivering skin, if only to allow you the space to continue opening up to him.

It’s for your own good, he muses to himself.

“It, uh… Yeah, it’s been weighing on me, I think…” you mutter, mumbling to yourself at the end as if you were ashamed of how much some idiot has you feeling down, but this is a reason to celebrate, no? Now you should have no qualms with his advances, a sly smile tugging on his lips at the sound of your misfortune.

“Ah,” he hums down at you in faux thought, taking a moment or two not because he has to be careful with his words, but instead to show you a false sense of care. An attempt to hide just how thankful he is to learn of your troubles, when he really can’t think of anything better right now. “I see… So, you need some cheering up?” He prompts you, dropping both his hands down to your thighs with a soft squeeze, and the way you jolt a little in response does nothing to dissuade him. If anything, it only strengthens his resolve to softly open you from the inside out. Leave his hands marked over every inch of you so that you can never forget about him ever again, letting his nails bite into you just a little, the smallest amount, as a silent threat. A dare, even. Dare you to try and leave me again.

“R-right…” you stutter, and he can hear the physical gulp you make when he meets your gaze with a smitten smile. That’s it, he thinks to himself. That’s all the consent he needs, really. Just a spark, because he knows you so well, doesn’t he? The best, even. A conjuration of your own imagination, only now in the flesh. Touching you, letting his hands roam up and down from your knee to almost your inner thigh— he hasn’t crossed the unspoken boundary yet, has he?

“Just, um… Robin—” you whisper his name, and he can’t wait to hear it falling from your lips later tonight. Hopefully louder, and more fraught with need, as opposed to with confusion and worry.

“Yes?” He replies simply, far more focused on how soft and squishy your thighs feel under his lecherous touch, biting down on his tongue to withhold the sinful compliments he wants to spill, because he doesn’t want to scare you off when he’s already came this far.

“Could— can you maybe wait a bit?”

“For what?”

“Um…” he knows exactly what you want to ask for, but he’s not gonna feed you the answers on a silver platter. Cocking an eyebrow up at you when you struggle to get your words out, making it ever difficult for you as his hands finally settle on your inner thighs and you’re forced into squeaking in response. “T—This,” you motion to your thighs, tenderly covering his hands with your own in such an affectionate manner that he can’t help but to gasp in response, you fucking tease. “Can we, uh…”

“Look,” he steals the moment away from you, pouncing on your inability to stand up for yourself—just look at your ex boyfriend, God—taking the opportunity to force himself further against you. Enough to have your body leaning back against the bed headboard with his hands nestled neatly at either side of your lap. He has to stretch some to properly hover over you, but it’s so worth it given the way you stare back at him all dewy and doe eyed. His tone is low and rough when he speaks, “I just wanna make you feel better. Look after an old friend, right?” He nods down at you, insinuating something he’s sure is clear on your mind when your lip wobbles in response, and yet still, you hesitate. And for as frustrating as it is to see you so unsure of yourself, of him, he can’t deny that it’s exciting to chase after you like this. Mimicking your pretty pout when you mull over his words silently, huffing and puffing to yourself as if it were even a question.

It wasn’t, by the way. You don’t have a choice in this matter, silly little lamb. It was your mistake to seek his help again. Your mistake to leave him unattended for so long.

It’s not up to you to decide how he helps you now.

“That’s all, promise.” He does his best to reassure you, but the twitch in his pants at the mere position he’s in betrays him. If you can even see it, that is. Cock angled down towards your cunt as your gaze struggles to remain on his own, wandering around your room as if doing so would somehow help you escape, or make him disappear.

But he’d never leave a poor friend in need! No, you taught him so much better than that! Squeezing at your thigh a few more times before lowering his head to rest in the crook of your neck for a deep, selfish inhale of your scent. Something he’d innocently wanted to do just to sniff how much you’ve grown, but it only serves to have him gasping for air and his eyes rolling to the back of his skull once your smell engulfs him whole and he realises just how close he is to obtaining everything he’s ever wanted.

“Thanks.” He whispers genuinely against the shell of your ear, making sure his hot breath makes you all hot and bothered with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

And he means it, even as you further freeze when he pulls back only to  ‘accidentally’ reveal his erection— it’s getting there, he has the urge to promise you. But nonetheless allows you to sit in stunned silence to gawk at the childhood friend he’s now become. All grown up, resembling more of a man than you’re used to, right?

He’s mid way through taking his shirt off for your viewing pleasure before you find the strength to speak up, and he smiles to himself at the worried tone you carry with your words. Too cute for your own good.

“Is… Do you really think this is a good idea, Robin?”

Oh, you sweet little thing… In some respects, he can understand your ex for toying with you. Playing with such naivety sure is a lot of fun. And the sheer innocence of it all, of the way you’re acting in particular, like you’d expected him to remain the same way he always was when you left him, has him gagging for it. A tight ball curled up in his tummy, a closed throat begging to relay filth. He wants for nothing more than to steal your innocence away, keep it all for himself forever and ever.

Which is why he simply nods down at you, slow and assured, letting out a quiet little mhm before throwing his shirt to the side to hook his thumb under his bottoms idly.

“Can think of nothing better, really,” he answers honestly, through all of the lies and manipulation it’s taken to get here, he’s not about to just leave himself all high and dry simply because you’re feeling unsure. After all, he’s just as much you and you are yourself, and he figures that’s gotta count for at least something. He knows what you like, what you really want, deep down in the pit of your stomach— the things you’re afraid to admit in the mirror. “C’mon, you too.” He prompts urgently, doing his best not to rush you per se, but the thick throb of his cock urges him to continue. Push past your insecurities for the greater good.

He only wants to selfishly make you feel all better again…

When you make no attempt to move and do as he says, he carefully hooks his hands under your shirt to tug it upwards, selectively ignoring your sputters and mumbles because you practically allow him to undress you without much complaint anyway. You always were a meek little pushover, and he’s all too happy to exploit it for his own benefits.

That being the sight of your tits—though still hidden behind your bra—they’re so pretty. Nice and full; he can’t stop himself from tenderly reaching out to give em a quick squeeze to test their softness. And the resulting huff of air you let out has his head spinning, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in horny frustration for how cute you are. Well worth the wait, he instantly decides. Letting his thumb dig under your bra strap enough for it to fall to your side, tickling his way to around your back to one hand unhook the garment with a loving sigh.

He doesn’t mean to move so fast, but the flood is coming, and he’s incapable of stopping it all by himself.

His voice comes out a little raspy when he compliments you, a hushed “Gorgeous…” escaping him at the mere sight of your tits, exhaling heavily when he rolls a nipple between his thumb and finger, and you instinctively arch into his perverted touch. Like your body knows that you want him too, right? Deep down, you yearn just as much as he does.

Evident from the fact that he’s currently undressing completely before you because he doesn’t know how to hold back or wait, stepped off the bed for just a moment to expose himself, cocky confidence present in the way he easily slips back between your legs once naked to toy with the edge of your bottoms absently.

“Robin, I—” your stutters interrupt his self indulgence, but he gives you his full attention anyway. Because he truly does love you, yknow. Would give you the world if he could— hell, he might as well craft you one right here, right? “I’m not so sure if— if this is a good, um… good idea, yknow?”

“Baby…” he coos, rubbing soothing circles against your hips before slowly dragging your bottoms off anyway, keeping them in the same pile of all the other discarded clothing items. “Is it because you’d rather it was someone else?” head tilted to the side with his question, he figured you might need something like this to feel a little more comfortable the first few times he fucks you, so he doesn’t mind accommodating you in the meantime.

You will wish it to be him eventually though, he’s sure of it.

The benefits of being your imaginary friend, located deep in your mind space, is that he can mold this world to his liking— and that includes himself. Waiting for you to blink before switching to the spitting image of your ex boyfriend, cock and all. Reaching down to wag it against your front, a quick few taps against your exposed slit with a sharp intake of air. Though it’s his first time feeling your wet little cunt riding against the tip of his cock, maybe you’ll get on better with the thought of your ex coming back to reconcile with you, yeah?

“Look,” he begs of you, voice a tinge deeper, darker, maybe. One that commands your attention with a low tut— he’ll have you reacting that way to his own voice soon enough, he promises you. “I can be anyone you want me to be,” he sighs softly, forcefully dragging his cock down and pushing it back up with his hand wrapped tight around the base of it, his head hanging low at just how good you feel already for him, slicking him up so well now that he’s pretending to be your ex lover— you fucking loser. “All you gotta do is ask, I can do anything for you in here, just—”

He’s not sure what he wants to say next, stunned into silence given the look of absolute worry you wear when he takes a glance at your pretty face. It has him promptly catching his tip onto your entrance on instinct alone, letting out the softest little moan at the way you instantly twitch for more around him— so you do want him. Or is it because you wanna fuck through the left over feelings from your ex?

Either way, he’s not complaining. He could never, especially not given the way you automatically cling to him, shivering like you were cold despite the warm heat that not only engulfs him, but also from how hot and heavy his cock feels as he pushes inside. No time to wait, God, hasn’t he waited long enough? Holding on to a shared breath for just a moment or two, fucking little humps in and out of you to wet his whole cock sticky until he’s able to rest balls deep in your tight little hole and he can finally exhale.

He just— he doesn’t— God, he’s been waiting so fucking long to feel this exact wetness. Dripping all over him, tightening and constricting his movement to small ins and outs; he doesn’t ever wanna fully leave your hole ever again. Just wants to make you feel good, yeah? Be whoever you need or want him to be. Have you solely rely on him for eternity.

That’s what best friends are for.

For pinning you down by your hips so that he has enough leverage to draw his hips back just enough to leave his tip inside, the resulting tight suck of your cunt just begging to keep your ex’s cock throbbing against your walls is almost too much to bear, his heart stuttering through a few beats when you pout so prettily up at him as if he was being unfair.

When really, you’re the one treating him so unfairly, silly!

Squeezing his tip so well, leaving him struggling for air as he huffs out in an attempt to lift that fuckers blonde bangs out of the way— solely so that he may appreciate how cute you look when he steals you from the inside out. Literally and figuratively, holding you hostage within your own mind so as to have his way with you, and some fun too while he’s at it. He’s got no choice but to slowly roll his hips back into you, a slow in and out for you to once again grow accustomed to the cock that’s been fucking you for a while now—he’s sure not to go too fast, not until he’s able to fuck his own cock inside of you, his own shape—with gentle moans slipping past his tongue in sheer awe of how perfect you feel. Like he always knew you would feel, honestly.

Growing up with you, he’s been privy to details others might not have been. Like the best ways to touch yourself, or what sort of kinks you’ve got, and how much you want. Always wanting, aren’t you? And he’s so willing to give it all to you and more, fuck, you can’t even begin to understand just how badly he wants nothing more than you. You, you, you, babbling something on the end of his cock as he riles himself up into picking up speed, just a little bit— enough to have you once again arching up into him, or into your ex? Fuck, he doesn’t care anymore. Can’t, really, when you sound so fucking sweet under him like that, choking on your words in a mix of pleasure and confusion. You’re so pretty when you’re being so malleable, lulling into his lap as he thrusts in and out exactly how you like.

You’re so easy to use. It’s no wonder you were so easy to abuse, too.

All of his praise gets all choked up when he hears the bed squeak from under him, shaking under the heavy weight of his deliberate thrusts. His convincing fucks, attempting to win you over in spite of his outward appearance— doesn’t he fuck better than him? Better than anyone ever will, hovering above you to make sure you can’t escape his grip, nor his leering gaze, and especially not his throbbing cock. All veiny and fat, pumping at such a rhythm to leave you in a silent plea for more, he assumes. And you’re just gushing around him too, clawing at his arms for any semblance of purchase— or are you trying to push him away? A sly smile appearing on his lips to contrast your open mouthed whines; try as you might, he’s not letting you go for a fucking second.

You just feel too good to stop, really. What was once a perverted dream has now became reality, and he’s physically forced into humping your shape into the sheets below with sheer need, like it’s intrinsic to him to be on top of you, balls slapping against your backside, inevitably fucking you up the bed a little from how eager his thrusts are. “Can’t stop—” he eventually apologises, though it’s not a real sorry from the get go. A platitude at most, because he’d never be sorry about making you sound so pretty, all high pitched and greedy, body begging him for more given the way your hole practically sucks him off with slick. How it drools out of you, his own precum spilling around his fat intrusion and down into a puddle to stain your sheets as a reminder of his affections.

Look, it begs, how well I fuck you.

“Feeling good?” he taunts you from above, in a voice not of his own, but the manner. The attitude of it, shared only amongst the bestest of friends. Communicating I told you so in one raise of his brow, though short lived as it may be due to how much he struggles to keep up with himself. Fucking himself stupid, because he can’t control his actions, because he’s finally gotten everything he’s ever wanted, and he wants more.

So he paws at your tits too, rough and unruly with his tough. Perhaps a little influence from his shapeshifting into your ex? Oh how he used to hurt you, right? And Robin wouldn’t want to do that to you, not on purpose anyway. And yet still, he pinches at your nipples unfairly so, just to hear you make those squeaky cries for a break again and again, the feeling of your nails digging into his tensed up arms is so nice too, especially when paired with the way your lashes flutter shut in pure bliss. God, he knows he must be right. Can feel the way your legs obviously shake behind him, and the way your cunt quivers around his cock, and how you can’t get a single straight forward sentence out, and—

“Wait!” you yelp, both pained and unwilling, an impulsive thought turned verbal. C’mon, you don’t really want him to stop, do you? You’re so close! His free hand snaking between where his cock pumps you full to rub generous circles around your clit for a little more convincing, promising to help you feel better than you’ve felt in weeks since the breakup, if only you’d give in just a little more—

“Wanna feel it,” he selfishly admits, drooling over the way you writhe and tremble under him; you’re so hot when you’re trying to hold back, y’know that? That cute little scrunched up face you wear has his cock twitching some more, balls taut at the sight of your tightly closed fists barely knocking against his chest. You’re real cute for thinking you’ve got a chance. So cute, fuck, he loves you so much that he can barely stand to make you wait any longer, pressing tighter circles against your sensitive clit, a little sloppy and a little messy because he knows you like it that way, and you can’t fucking escape his seedy touch, fucking into you more fervently now the closer you get, and he grabs and tugs at your tits more as a means to stay grounded, but it helps that the action has you moaning even louder than before, and “Give it t’me, please—” he ends up begging, whining himself from how absurdly good your fighting back has him feeling.

And he wanted to last longer, in truth. But he’s happy to have at least lasted long enough to feel you cream his cock as he shoots the fattest load of his life deep into your pretty cunt. All puffy and red, he pulls your lips aside to get a better look at how well you take his cum, how it oozes out of you from the copious amounts of it, and how fucking pretty the sight is to behold. Humping into you just a little more to fuck you through your orgasm, as thanks for how breathless he is during his own, before falling over you to encase you in his own heat as the lack of concentration causes him to return to his normal self. Plain old Robin, heaving against your equally panting chest as a stark reminder of exactly who just made you feel so good, who still has you yet trembling and whining idly as he allows you space to come down from your high.

It’s hard to deny you feel better, he bets.

And it’s not long before he peppers your forehead in many little kisses as you lay dazed with this stupid look on your face that he just adores so much. Can’t contain himself, affection dripping from every quick lipped kiss pressed against every inch of your face that he can reach and then some, finally settling on your lips to which he’s unbothered about the fact that you don’t reciprocate in kind— you’ve just came. He understands the need to go slow, and he’s got all the time in the world to give you as much as you need.

Because this is it, he muses to himself. Here, with you under him and in his arms, dizzy and exhausted from getting fucked as good as he can give, this is it. Light laughter crawling up his throat for him to cough away— “You’re amazing,” he praises you honestly, nuzzling his nose against your cheek before exhaling contentedly, repositioning your relaxed body so that you’re facing him on your side, and he can cuddle you all night long if he so wishes. “I mean really, fuck—” barked laughter escapes him in utter disbelief, “Dunno what your ex was thinking, but God— ‘M never letting you go.”

And unfortunately, he truly means it. In every sense of the word, pulling you closer to his chest so that you can hear just how hard his heart thumps for you, even now as he comes down from his high. Keeping you close like glue, where no one can ever hurt you again, all safe and sound in your own mind with the best company to date!

And when they find you, they’ll find no other explanation other than: a coma. Poor thing… he’ll stay with you throughout it all— you won’t have to suffer all alone ever again.

[m1sa-w1sa]

Oooh~ can I get a third round of that Reader S/O that's a reincarnated dark lord With Yae Miko, Lisa, Cloud retainer and Ganyu? I loved the previous two you did for this but omg the second hit me in the feels

(Hi!!! So I saw your other request with lumine and just to make it more easier for me I just mushed them together! Hope you enjoy!^^ TW ASWELL!!)

Yae Miko

She was actually hard to write for because I do not like Yae AT ALL

•So when she found out she was a little conflicted yes, but she frustrated at you she didnt understand and that made her frustrated based on lore wise

•When she confronted you about it she teased you, saying that its your fault that all the archons were split you felt uncomfortable..you didnt like when Yae acted like this and you told her to stop but she kept going, she told you its all fun and games but it hurt being teased so you left, without a trace just with a note

Goodbye

-Reader

•Yae Miko thought this was some type of prank! But when she realized you were gone her dace dropped where the hell were you?? What if you get hurt? She cant let that happen

“Darling..?! Darling where are you?!”

Lisa

•She most likely found out in books while she was in the library

•It caught her eye that you and the dark lord had so many similarities together..still she didnt judge just yet to see what you said

•She went to go ask you some questions, calmly and not to upfront to make you stressed, when you told her you didnt know she wasnt mad, disrespectful, rude, she understood, not every person reborn remembers and since that was the only book about the dark lord (in mondstat) she hid it from others so no one else can know about it and question it

“Dont worry darling I believe you… now why dont you be my little helper again in the library Hm?”

Cloud Retainer/XianYun

•Found out through the traveler while they were snooping around for whatever reason

•She was surprised and didn’t believe at first she went on her own way and researched herself, when all the features were almost perfect she quickly went to go ask you about this

•She knew that if she stayed with you that means that everyone would find out, and how you say you dont remember is even worse

“We will split paths..”

“Wait what? But——“

“Leave… traitor”

•Those words slapped you in the face a thousands times you were heart broken, the only thing you could do was leave with your head down, rather quickly at that, traveling alone

•Xianyun never forgot you,, and will never forgive herself in a million years seeing your lifless body on the floor with cuts, bruises, and a malnourished body

“I was foolish my love..Please forgive me..”

Ganyu

•She was quite confused when she heard the news she spent no time going to you and asking a whole bunch of questions

“Isittruethatyouwerethedarklordinyourpastlifeandhahsjajdbdb——“

•Needless to say she would panic but also calm down when you say you dont know anything about that

•Yes she thought about leaving but that quickly got overrun by how you two were together through thick and thin, through wars and battles no mortal can fathom, and she vowed to stay and thats what she will do forever and for eternity

“I wont leave you until the world burns down..”

Lumine

•When she broke up with you she regretted it, you were the one that helped her, didnt use her, LOVED her for HER and not for her skills

•She quickly tried to find you to apologize beg for forgiveness no one as kind, sweet, beautiful, she be with someone as shitty as her she thought, and she had to make it right

•so she bought your favorite snacks, flowers, and sweets then quickly found out in the same garden you two met at

•Quickly running up to you with a teared stained face holding out the gifts

“Im sorry… can we maybe talk it put and get back together?..”

“I——..”

(FINSIHED!! >:3 hope u enjoyed! And do u want to get back together?)

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Types of Affections

Them and how they show each type of Affection. Ft Dazai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya and Akutagawa

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

MASTERLIST

HEADCANONS

words of affirmation

✧Dazai would whisper the sweetest things to you before you sleep asleep in his arms, snuggling on his chest as you both hug each other in the middle of the night. He personally would compliment you every time you met, his loversick eyes never leaving yours as you both hold hands.

✧Ranpo, is a type of a person who makes the whole world know he loves you. Everyone deserves to know how the great detective loves his S/O. He would shout how he cannot live without Y/N's presence and how much you care about him.

✧Atsushi, despite being the shy guy of this, makes sure you hear how much he respects you, loves you and that he was happy to finally have someone who accepted his flaws. Your words always made him calm, and he hoped his words did that too.

✧Chuuya would make sure you are heard how much he loves you, as he would say 'I love you so much Y/N' every time you return from the mission. He may have difficulty putting right choice of words, but once he is drunk he makes sure you hear everything he has for you. He love you damn so much Y/N.

✧Akutagawa, is not the one to be one with words, but he makes sure you are okay after any mission you do, his body despite trying to hide his concern for you, his eyes showed you how much he worries for you, and once in a while he would slip up how much he is happy to have you.

acts of service

✧Dazai, despite being termed as one of the most laziest people by most people, he would buy you a cup of coffee/tea every time you enter your office. You would reach your worktable and see a cup of coffee/tea, just for you by yours truly Dazai. Despite his disappearance, his gestures warm your heart.

✧Ranpo, willingly saves a packet of gummy bears for you, knowing how you love them and the smile you give when you get the packet makes him happy, the site of seeing you smile always warms his heart and he makes sure he is there for you to never let the smile of yours down.

✧Atsushi would be a kind of a person, who would make sure you never loss your things. He would fold your thrown clothes at the corner, knowing how tired you must have been after the mission and as your lover he made sure you deserved the rest you wait for all day long. He doesnt mind washing dishes or cleaning the apartment, as long as you are healthy and happy.

✧Chuuya would insist to make you both lunch when you both are alone back at your apartment. He also willingly helps you clean up the high up areas in your apartment (his ability helps a lot). Of course, that always ends up with you both cuddling and sleeping on the couch.

✧Akutagawa is a person of action, as his normal service would be making sure all your injuries are healed. He doesnt mind doing the grocery shopping for your apartment, seeing how tired you are. He cant cook, he cant clean but he can make sure the stocks are up at the house.

receiving gifts

✧Dazai loves to buy you flowers. He says they remind him of you, how those flowers get reborn into a better version of themselves, every time someone takes them down only to get them become the best. You often laugh at his explanation, but its heart warming.

✧Ranpo loves to buy you food, despite his carving for snacks, if your eyes lay on anything he is willing to buy it for you. He likes to buy you ice-cream every time you both go on walks outside.

✧Atsushi likes to write letters to you, maybe even small notes here and there, telling you how much you mean.

✧Chuuya like ranpo, would buy anything your eyes lay upon. He personally likes to gift you bracelets, or any of the jewellery he thinks suite you. He would be the person who buys you perfumes too.

✧Akutagawa unlike others, don't try to gift you anything. But in rare or special occasions he once in while would buy you a cup or coffee or tickets to show you wanted to see but neither of you had time too. (he makes time for you)

quality time

✧Dazai spends his quality time with you usually on you bed as you both snuggle close to each other, stealing kisses and sleeping.

✧Ranpo spends his quality time almost everywhere. He is like a lost puppy, who always follows you behind. But his all time favourite is when both of you walk hand in hand towards your apartment.

✧Atsushi and you spend your time taking scrolls in park, holding hands and laughing on smallest topics you both can think. He loves talking to you and listening to your voice.

✧Chuuya often would take you out on frequent dates, from fancy dinning restaurants to grass fields stargazing at night.

✧Akutagawa and you spend your time together in silence, just your presence enough for him to feel safe. Maybe both of you go grocery shopping together, debating if 2+1 was a necessary offer to take. Who says quality time is just dating them?

physical touch. 

✧Dazai loves the way you both have physically long time hugs, the perfect fit to a puzzle. He loves to give you forehead kisses and would give you side hugs whenever he passes by you, saying how grateful he was to be blessed by your presence.

✧Ranpo would be spooning you round, his arms wrapped around you as you both would sit on your bed as you would give him nose kisses only for him to kiss your lips and comment how it tasted like strawberries.

✧Atsushi would blush if you ever kiss him, but he gets brave and once in a while give small kisses on checks, while you hold hands walking in public.

✧Chuuya would be the one, giving you full kisses on lips whenever he sees you. Both of you love it when you both are in physical contact, your hand on his, skin on skin and nothing could come between your worlds. Hug, kiss, sleep you name it, we all it all from this man,

✧Akutagawa would make sure you are always close to him, as you both would stand whereever the situation is. He would pull the sleeves of your dress indicating for you to stand a little closer to him to which you would smile at yourself and hold his hands.

was this long for all you under 8ft shawrties?

[naffeclipse]

So I'm slowly re-reading sleuth jesters the past week or so as I've had free time (currently on "First Practice to Deceive" cant wait to rip out MB Eclipses heart/celestial wire if i remember whats coming correctly. Its been like 2 yrs my memory could be wrong, it's like a treat re reading cause I don't remember the smaller details)

So the detectives and bounty hunter eclipse (plan to re read bloodstain fool once I'm done with sj) are heavy on the mind so could be a bit of a stretch but Strike by Hozier came on my playlist while reading so I keep thinking about the things

But also I'm looking at the lyrics and re listening rn and I could also see parts of it fitting into your other AU's and I'm 👁👁👁👁👁👁

I'm yapping in your inbox cause I love your works I hope you had a merry Christmas :DDDD

I'm rattling you, ahhh! I love to hear that people are rereading my fics! It makes my day <3 (Heheh, oh yeah, that part is coming up.)

This song is so beautiful, and it really can bounce from AU to AU, but I do love it for Bloodstain Fool verse with Eclipse desperately trying to be better but still struggling with his every dangerous, cutting edge, especially these lines:

I was housed by your warmth Thus transformed By you're grounded and giving And darkening scorn Remember me, love When I'm reborn As a shrike to your sharp And glorious thorn

[chrysanthemumgames]

i have a worldbuilding question!! in the foa/botl world souls dont stay in the underworld forever, they're eventually returned to the mortal world to live new lives. but what about gods? is it possible for a mortal soul to be reborn into an immortal god?

also im loving the demo so far and cant wait to see where all these new story threads lead!!

Certain forms of intervention make something like this sort of possible, but it never quite ends up exactly the same as an entity that was born a god. Examples of the 'sort of' variety are Pyri and Makaria, and to some extent demigods, who can be immortal, but are not quite the same type of being as a god.

Thanks for the question!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Two questions. One how would all the wukongs/monkey kings react to finding out LMK Monkey got possessed and trapped in the scroll of memory? Two if any of the decided to spar how bad do you think it turn out and would MK be the one to like step into the middle of the spar to stop it. (Also can see the Macaque freaking out if he does that)

Question 1: Aftermath of both?

HeroIsBack: "Damn. Thats rough buddy." ("thanks.")

Reborn: "You survived though, right?" ("...yes.")

Netflix: "Wait, whats the Scroll of Memory again??? I've killed that bone spirit before, so I don't know if mine has possession powers or not. Wait... am I gonna get posssessed?!" ("Ah, I've set off his anxiety.")

NewGods: *silently pours LMK a drink, before realising that the LMK monkeys cant drink booze right now, so he swaps it with an iced tea* ("It's the thought that counts...")

2000sCartoon: "...do you need a hug?" ("Yeah...") *hugs LMK*

Meihouwang: *quietly scoots over and gives SWK a hug too* (*hugs back*)

Smash: "Lol, skill issue." ("Not helping Starfruit!")

Question 2:

Most combos of the monkeys sparring have the potiential for great collateral damage (except any with Meihouwang, they let him win); but I feel the ones most likely to loose control and have it stop being a "friendly spar" are Reborn and Netflix. Reborn has established anger issues, and Netflix is big on taunting his opponents and has canonically lost control over his more powered-up form.

MK runs out in between the two SWKs to stop the fighting. LMK!Macaque either does some amazing shadow portal-ing to get his boy out of there or...

Lets just say Reborn and Netflix are in BIG trouble until MK figures out how to un-stone himself.

[smilingcrittersthingig]

I had a similar to yours that i kinda abandoned called the reborn au lmao

Feel free to take that name and run with it, cant wait to see more from yours!

Tysm! I’ve been wondering what to call this AU :3

I’m glad to see you like it so far!

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

cringe shit

"I will fall in love with you over and over again

I don't care how, where, or when

No matter how long it's been, you're mine

Don't tell me you're not the same person

You're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting"

this fits the au where my s/i knew og greed before he died the first time. he sends her away so that he can take care of the military himself and tells her he'll be right behind her and that he'll come back for her. but he dies. but then he gets reborn (tho he doesnt remember her like he remembers his other 'possessions') but she still sees it as coming back to her. he feels bad that he cant remember her and that he isnt the greed she wanted but she assures him that he is the greed she wants

[thepublishingpress]

godly troubles galore!

Dysfunctional Fam™

sunboi: ok so artemis is mad at me

Can u help

seaking: nah bro

Ur on ur own

messenger pigeon: oooh why she maaaad???

sunboi: i may or may not have teased her abt orion

drunk_on_LOOOOVE: boi u made a massive mistake

Messenger pigeon: apollo are you DUMB?????

How could you do something like this????

sunboi: ok i didnt outright say it

BUT

I kinda accidentally implied it

Or i said something that mad her think abt him

messenger pigeon: it makes it only slightly less bad

seaking: but wait why are u texting HERE??????????

WHERE ARTEMIS CAN SEE?????

Artemis Agrotera: i can see it, poseidon.

apollo.

You will pay.

warwarwar: run

sunboi > Artemis Agrotera

sunboi: artie

listen im really sorry ok :(

Pls stop ignoring me 

Artemis Agrotera: we will talk about this in person, apollo.

Artemis Agrotera liked sunboi’s message

sunboi: yay! Forgiven!

Dysfunctional Fam™

warwarwar: hey guys

U might wanna panic

lightninman: wHAT

WHy

warwarwar: so um

@king_of_DEATH you might wanna take this one

king_of_DEATH: ares!

Why

Do i have to

goddess of spring: pls sweetie

king_of_DEATH: fine

so souls are being reborn for no reason

like they didnt sign up for it

They havent drank from the river lethe

they havent even signed the form!!!!

The only reason we know abt this is cause we caught a soul

lightninman: HADES 

WHAT THE HADES

Oh that was a bit redundant

BUT STILL

W H A T

king_of_DEATH: idk what happened ok!!!! 

Im as confused as u are!!!!

lightninman: this calls for…..

FAMILY MEETING!!!!!! 

IN THE GROUPCHAT CUZ I CANT BE BOTHERED TO GO TO THE PANTHEON RN!!!! @everyone

messenger pigeon: bro really just said ‘cuz’

drunk_on_LOOOOVE: lmao screenshotted

Artemis Agrotera: Father, what’s the matter?

lightninman: ARTEMIS MY SECOND FAVORITE

sunboi: yowch i thought i was the second fave

lightninman: SHUT UP

SCROLL UP 

ALL OF YOU

Athena Parthenos: This is a concerning matter, Father.

This should be discussed in the pantheon

I do not care if you’re busy being unfaithful to Hera.

We are doing this now, in the pantheon.

sunboi: wow athena rly being the boss of dad huh

lightninman: …fine

machines <3: what just happened

sunboi: WHAT ZEUS LISTENED!?!?!?!?!?

WOW

Artemis Agrotera: Apollo

Shut up please and thank you

Hestia Baseleia: I agree with Artemis.

Sorry, nephew.

sunboi: THE B E T R A Y A L

i’m leaving for the pantheon

Bye

Artemis Agrotera: wimp

hiii so ive decided to make saturday art day and sunday writing day so thats a thing now

ANYHOW ive somehow managed to not watch s4 and s5 of mlb and i am ashamed because ive been surviving off of recaps of the episodes so thats fun :/

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 27

woke up from long rest. senna still cant contact her god. wheatley is asking zen where organics go when they die wtf. he guesses it depends on ones faith. for example organics that worshipped robotgod now live in his domain and some of them are even robots now! most are in the giant tube. teya is horrified lol. wheatley asks teya what will happen to her lol. zen says he knows? the souls that dont believe just get reincarnated. wheatley wants to meet teya again lol. zen comments teya wont be herself anymore but shuts up lol.

wheatley asks senna and she says bad people go to bad places but good people can just kinda choose where to go. wheatley wants to meet her again and she gives him a fond sad smile. SP rolls over to teya and sits on her foot. wheatley wants to ask parsley lol. SP rolls into parsleys tent and scares the shit outta him. he rolls out, knocks, then goes back in. 'parsley, fetch!' 'SP you have to wait for a response!' 'i heard you?' 'you have to wait for an ok!' SP rolls out and keeps knocking on the tent. parsley sighs and lets him in.

"Parsley, die?" he blinks and says no. SP rolls out to wheatley and says "Parsley no die." wheatley doesnt think fairies are immortal. time to question him lol. Parsley shrugs and thinks he gets reborn he has no idea. wheatley just wants everyone to get reincarnated. senna says teya is a good person and can get reincarnated if she wants. parsley feeds rouge weird morning. teya wandered off lol.

android asks what he expects and wheatley shrugs. death is unavoidable for us wheatley hates that lol. senna says death is natural and its important what we do while were alive. wheatley says its still too short. she places her hands on his shoulders and says she wasted enough of her life, now she lives each day to its fullest. no regrets doing that. wobbly eye texture. hes scared. she says she can see him as much as he wants. now he looks conflicted.

"But we have places to go back to." "But we can spend time together anytime." "But your gonna leave." "But thats what memories are for." wheatley looks more conflicted. his memories are unreliable. senna says he still has the feelings. memories are feelings. its complicated. he says she could go with them? 'what?' become a robot senna join my metal band. senna sighs sadly and pats wheatley. "Your god would not want my prayers. And converting just for immortality seems extremely selfish. I know my path and my end. I am not afraid of where i go. Do not mourn for me,please. Simply remember what path i chose for myself." he nods sadly and goes to do repairs on SP to avoid us lol.

senna messages teya to let her know what and goes to play solo shogi. parsley is awkwardly taking down his tent lol. now hes talking to rouge and trying to make her turn into a bracelet. SP rolls over to senna and the two of them stack the pieces aww. wheatley is trying hard to preserve and backup these memories. wheatley is sitting with zen quietly. zen pats him. teya messages parsley she wants to talk. hes being dense on purpose lol.

teya sighs and goes to find him. she comes to camp and grabs parsley xD parsley yells at wheatley to help but he stays still. android smirks and waves bye. parsley starts hitting teya in the arm. wheatley asks senna to show him shogi. parsley escaped lol and flies out of reach. parsleys axe of warning starts going off! prepare for trouble!

we hear a high pitched cry and a giant hawk goes toward parsley! he dodges! wheatley shoots it and it flies off lol. parsley flips it off. he lands and dusts himself off. teya grabs him again lol. he escaped! zen asks what teya wants with parsley. parsley says its not important and we should just leave but teya is like no dumbass. wheatley begins working on his human form i suppose?

wheatley called parsley a dick then says you are what you eat. SP rolls over to parsley and asks if he eats dick. senna cant breathe shes laughing too hard. parsley is also dying lol. wheatley has to collect SP lol. teya tried to grab parsley again. once more he escapes. wheatley grabs parsleys wrist. just let teya do what she wants right now lol. parsley wants to drop it. wheatley says nah. teya doesnt wanna force this but its important cause she cares. parsley just wants to forget this. teya sighs and apologizes to parsley about something. parsley is like this is too personal and agrees to walk off with teya lol.

teya apolgizes for hurting parsley. hes so awkward hes not looking at her lol. meanwhile wheatley plays shogi against android. senna watches. wheatley is getting his ass beat. SP rolls over, puts down a piece, beats android in 1 move, and leaves. parsley kicks the ground and sighs. he doesnt want an apology hes fine hes totally lying lol. shes sorry cause she threw something personal back in his face. he scoffs and says he said that as a warning and is glad she took it to heart. now their arguing cause hes being a bitch lol. teya says hes important to her and that shuts him up. how was he supposed to know that, by observing dumbass.

teya calls him a dense asshole. hes so confused wtf. bonds are a foreign concept to him i guess lol. he just throws his hands up lol. teya grumbles and shoves the journel at parsley and stomps off. parsley is celebrating something now? oh no. now he cant bring it up lol.

meanwhile android is beating wheatley very much at shogi lol. teya makes it back to camp. senna comments teya is a bit red. teya says parsley is clueless lol. senna walks over and gives her a 4-leaf clover she found. wheatley asks and teya says she had to apologize and stuff. android says she doesnt think before acting. SP rolls into the woods to find parsley. he sits on his foot lol. he fetched parsley xD

when they get back SP yells he fetched parsley xD wheatley says senna wont help him cheat at shogi xD parsley offers to eat the pieces and senna says their rocks dont do that. hes eaten rocks before what. android says he hopes parsley knocks out his teeth. parsley says he will shoot his teeth like bullets. wheatley is freaking out lol. parsley is just laughing. androids gonna fucking hit him. wheatley tries to stop android and trips. senna notices and moves between both android and parsley 'ok thats enough.' time to finish packing up. wheatley gives SP his own sending stone lol.

parsley shoves the book back at teya and walked away lol. their good apparently lol. teya passes the journal to wheatley lol. android peeks over to read it lol. teya is pissed at him now. she says him reading it means he gives a shit lol. android says he wants to read something humerous. teya literally stands between android and the book xD wheatley keeps making noises and stuff so now android is more interested but no effort lol. wheatley says we should mind connect again sometime :P wheatley started reading some of it outloud and senna covered her ears. he tells teya to stop being reckless.

teya implies if she cant keep us safe shes better off dead so uh thats fucked. senna removes her hands and asks what happaned. wheatley goes to zen and says what teya said. senna stomps over and hoists teya in the air and says she is blessed to have gotten a second shot and isnt allowed to just throw it away recklessly. senna tells teya to drop the book they gotta look for more concerning info lol. teya lets wheatley takes the book. senna carries her away lol. the guys are now face deep in the book sksksk.

teya summons her familiar nova! kitty! wheatley taps the last paraghraph and shows parsley. parsley buffers cause raises of hands for people caring about him lol. senna finally puts teya down sadge. wheatley grabs zens hand and goes toward teya but she hidden steps aww. parsley uses fairy fire to find teya lol. teya sighs and goes into the network with wheatley. congrats teya feel the love. and wheatley feels all of teyas anxiety lol. soulmates but wheatley has no soul lol. sharing the loneliness.

teya fucking tries digging in wheatleys memories to see what happaned after the portal. wheatley panics, teya wtf. zen puts a stop to it immediately, dont do that wtf. unconnected. very disappointed in her right now. senna asks wtf did she do. wheatley interrupts zen saying he wasnt trying to let his fear of being abandoned show. stay out of there teya like wtf. your sleeping on the couch. wheatley tries telling us not to be mad at teya. parsley is staring at the ground. he tries to shake it off. he cant lie so hes just saying silent lol. he finally says hes fine but takes damage and flinches lol.

senna calls him out on lying lol. he says no-maybe stop looking at me xD senna sighs and turns to teya and says she showed an extreme lack of respect for wheatley. wheatley just wants them to stop fighting. teya says she was just worried cause he was hiding his fear. he says he didnt want to make her feel bad. she tries to be an open book. senna, with near disgust, just walks away. SP follows sadly trundling along.

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Heyyyyfor the writer ask! 20, 32 (not me please I want to hear about other cool writers!!), 58, 66, 73, and 75 for itm have a good one!!!<33333

squid !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

I gotta brainstorm this

I used to use the word ‘jarring’ all the time because I say that in real life LOL

I think when it comes to writing and more dynamic themes, i think the main thing i try to emulate in my writing is that you know whats going on in the scene. I want to make sure that the reader knows the layout and how every person is interacting with each other. I try and go back over my writing over and over again to make sure it is understandable

I think a newer theme is emotions ? i focused so much on physical descriptions in my older works that it wasn’t,,,, fun? To read my stuff. So with my newer works i tried to experiment with more complex emotions, especially the physical repercussions of the emotions lol

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Squid said i cant say her T-T

SmutWithPlot on FF.net is an author who’s style inspires me SO MUCH. Their description style and flow is something I aspire to have. tension is so good….. (they’re also on ao3)

I’ve said this before but @eilwen is SUCH an incredible writer. No Reason is a fic that I cry whenever i see that its been updated. Their style is so poetic and detailed and i lovelovelove the story and world building its so incredible.

Kuwakun or @tomboyyyaoi here on tumblr has the most beautiful like,,, poetic style of writing… i want to try my hand at poetry style writing one of these days. I have such a literal and straightforward writing style that i would need to practice if I wanted to write the beautiful imagery that they have in their works…. (I sincerely believe they are one of the only people that really understand trimax vashmeryl)

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)

Hmmmm

I think outlining and editing are tied in my mind. I LOVE creating the story, and that happens when i outline. I see it all in my mind and can normally get it down on the page okay, but the story really comes to life when i outline, and then it is reborn when i edit lol

I love going back over my work and editing. It helps me realize what isn’t flowing well, what words were strange to use, what sentences just make absolutely no sense because my brain was moving so fast that i forgot half of the words lol. But I love editing in general…. Its so fun.

66. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie. pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc.)?

So far i haven’t faced a lot, which has been nice. I think what helps is that I do this because I like to. I love sharing it with people and knowing that others really enjoy the story,,, but its really a selfish act LOL 

If i get negative comments,,, those fly over my head. The positive ones far outweigh the negative ones (although, i havent gotten any ! which is so nice lolol)

Updating and deadlines,,,, i set those myself ? so like,,, if they need to be moved or adjusted i can just do that

And you can too ! please work at your own pace. Don’t feel burdened by those who read or consume your creations, I am certain most if not all are patient and willing to wait however long it takes for you to feel like its good enough to share

73. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Hmmmmmm im gonna be a brat about this and say I write stuff that flows well. Funfact about lace, this is because I have written so many history papers, and those need to flow well in order to make sense. I go back over my works countless times to make sure everything is coming across well and that the audience knows whats going on. Is it perfect? No. I went back and reread chapter 1 of in the meadow recently and immediately wanted to start fixing lolol (i might do that 👀)

I would say it helps that I know grammar lolol,,,, i try to not put dialogue for different people in the same paragraph or do run on sentences,,, but I am certainly guilty of using the same adjectives over and over or putting too many commas in one sentence lol 

75. What scene in in the meadow took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Okay,,, there have been a few parts where i had to pause and take a moment before i actually got my thoughts down

The first was the fight between Milly and Knives about Wolfwood. I had planned that scene so early on,,, but I … i couldn’t figure out each character’s motivation for SO LONG. it took me forever to find why Milly would even put up with him when he was the one to kill WW but also Milly wouldn’t hold a grudge like that and yakjdlkfjsdlj it took so long and i went over it a billion times to fix it and change it ugh

Another one that was sillier was in the latest chapter (28) I was having the hardest time planning out the silly conversation with the sisters. It literally made me stop writing for like a week T-T I couldn’t figure out how to make the conversation flow or how to make Vash seem like a sleaze while not a huge sleaze or for the ladies to tease Meryl UGH

I still don’t think its good but it was the best i could get it

I also avoided writing the final chapter for a minute cuz i didn’t want it to be over,,, then i wrote the whole thing in one day lol (squid knows lol)

[fair-night-starry-tears]

Since “Mother Knows Nothing Is Best” wins! Here’s a dashing story! But be surprise, the voice is not who you expect him to be!

Warning: blood!

- murder/death (not to the mc)

- abuse

- corruption of the roses

- the entry of the dark prince of the shadows

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I can’t believe I had fallen for a trap…. Especially when I knew he was trapped with that horrible woman. Don’t be a hero. Or you’ll die a little early. But I survived, I’m too stubborn to die. I want….

“I want…..” a faint voice spoke, as the young man lay on a rose bush full of thorns that are were holding his body. Roses that were once white now stained and became red. As the boy, Ryder, laid there. As he hears the wails from a tower, as Ryder had his eyes closed shut, as roses and vines have covered his eyes. Blood became his tears. And he could hear his screams. “NO!!!! PLEASE!!! RYDER PLEASE!!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!” And he felt a cold sweat fall from his body, then heard the storm. Rain, it felt so nice. He could hear the struggles. And sighed.

…… “I guess I’ll live to be a villain… just to protect him…”

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A woman was dragging the poor blonde boy away, “look what you made me do!!!!” She angrily shouted to the long blonde hair boy, slapping him across the face. “At least he will not be a bother to us! And this time, you will stay forever at your room!!!”

The blonde, named Ralpheus, was struggling to break free from his “mother” grasp. He felt weak. Sobbing as the boy who gave him the hope of freedom was stripped away from him. He kept crying and screaming, getting bruises as the woman dragged him to the car. Only to scream in agony. Ralpheus was in the car, staring to the close locked door as he watched his “mother” slowly fall with the tint of red. Revealing Ryder from behind. His body covered in red beautiful roses, his face dawn and dazzled with thorn vines that were black as night, and his body stained with red. He couldn’t see, but he could hear. And he huffed, as he walked to the woman body, pulling a knife he had thrown and stabbed the woman profusely until the woman wails were gone. He dragged himself up, as he unlocked the car doors. As Ralpheus leaped to the boys arm. Sobbing as he cried, “Ryder! Oh my sevens!!! Are you alright?! Here let me-“ Ryder gently pulled the boy hand away from his face. “Your mother…. She knew nothing is best for you…. Only for herself.” He said. “Don’t worry, it’s time to take you home.” Hw said, stubbornly keeping his wounds after all, he fell from a tower, and survived with a stab wound to the stomach. He’s too stubborn to leave Ralpheus alone. He be damned if such a cruel monster hold him hostage.

He died a hero…. But reborn as a guardian.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @luxstring @yukii0nna

Y’all must’ve thought Ralpheus was gonna sing some angst but it’s not him. It’s fucking Ryder! Lmao. GET SIKED

Okay next one!

Ps. Ryder is still alright. He got healed but he kept the roses and thorns to show he survived a painful fall.

[thatdesklamp]

i dont know if you know the song "look at me" by george it's in korean but everytime i hear it i always interpret it as gojo's pov everytime he gets the chance to see hebi now 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

anyways this is the translation i found 😭

IW is ugh 🤌🤌🤌 i love it so much its an emotional roller coaster i cant wait for more 😭😭 the angst and unsaid words keeps me on my toes i love drama

my DUDE I hadn’t heard of it but I do now and just :((((

You’re so right it is so gojo pov GAH. I’m looking through different translations and it’s just??? I really like the line: ‘a night i recall you as i’m unable to sleep alone’ or ‘The night that I could not sleep alone and reminded me of you’.

Babes. I think the little angst gremlin inside of me has been reborn. 100% thinking of a gojo filling the void with meanlingless flings and half-relationships and knowing it will never mean anything (and hebi filling the void with one long-term relationship that ultimately gives her just the same degree of comfort and contentment: none).

Tyvm I am now going to think about this for a long time.