#cosmo-shell

[thor-is-trans-and-pan-he-told-me]

I was deleting some old last wish stuff and I completely forgot the deathwish fandom had a weird hate boner for vida like huh ?? 😭

wait really??? does the fandom hate her that much??

like if its like the 'my way of life' version of life then yeah i get it shes not the best person even though(tbc i haven't read the fic in a while especially since i lost in the fandom) i'm pretty sure the point of her character was to be complex and be messy and generally human even shes not lmao

honestly female characters and mlm shipping have never really had a good relationship like the female character is usually always seen as like being in the way of the male characters getting together or is turned into an arrogant narcissistic bitch who no one likes/generally character assainated(i've read a lot of fanfics that do this it irks me so much like NO DON'T DO MY GIRL SARA LIKE THAT)

tldr;i am both shocked and yet not surprised at the same time at the hate

[typheus]

Clown time for grimm :)

[pageofheartdj]

After Mikey presented a freshly hatched baby as his son Donnie does all the light tests, calling for Shelldon to go and help him research his new baby cousin “HECK YEAH!”

Leo, pocking the child, “How do we know this alien baby isn’t here to devour our planet and stuff?” as the Krang invasion happened not that long ago.

A baby: *grasps his finger and coos*

Leo a second later ugly crying and squeezing Mikey and baby: WELCOME TO THE FAMILY, LIL’ BUDDY!

Raph who awkwardly was hanging on the side too excided and too anxious eventually drags Donnie in and hugs everyone, carefully.

Mikey: It’s okay, Raphie, you can give us your bear hug.

Raph: But I don’t wanna crush the baby!

Donnie: The baby crashlanded supposedly from space and was fine.

Raph: nOPE!

[mysteryoftwilight]

Shelby has one missed message from @siblingsoflight :

"I almost forgot to ask. How did your Valentine's day date with Roxas go?" There's a note of teasing in Celeste's voice and a smirk on her face.

Why did people keep thinking it was a date? Shelby rolled her eyes as she refused to pick her face up from the game on her gummiphone. She needed to perfect this stage to get enough quartz for another 20x pull. She needed to get that alt costume before it left rotation again or she'd be the laughing stock of the Discord.

"Y'all 'forgot' 'cause it wasn't a date. Was jus' two friends going out together" (read: a date) "on Single's Awareness Day" (read: Valentine's Day) "to the movies and hang out around the Tram Commons after. Chaos, y'all 're actin' like two friends can't go t' the bistro without it bein' romantic. Jus' 'cause Rox always insisted on payin' fer everythin' and we held hands when crossin' th' street don't mean we're datin'."

It does. However, she's thick. The issue is that Roxas is also thick, if not thicker. Will anyone get the message through to them? Probably not for another six months. Might as well make a collective betting pool of who'll realize it first, because everyone else thinks it.

[halo2rat]

[lov3lycosmos]

♤—♤ Mini Dress Dilema ♤—♤

Genre: smut

Pairings: Bangchan x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader uses her boyfriends non-controlling preference over her clothing choices as an advantage to rile him up.

Warnings: teasing, cursing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink (used once), jeongin finds out.

Cosmos note: this idea was from my pookie @vampzity 🙂‍↕️

my library! (not proofread!)

Your reflection smiled back at you as you smoothed your hands over the fabric of your dress—tight-fitting, barely-there, and off-shoulder in a way you knew would push boundaries. The skirt flared ever so slightly when you twirled, bouncing against your thighs with each subtle movement. You looked good, and you knew it. But more importantly—you looked dangerous.

The soft click of the door behind you signaled Chan’s arrival.

He walked in, towel draped around his neck, damp hair falling into his eyes after a quick shower. “You almost ready, baby?” he asked casually, barely glancing up—until he did.

His eyes froze on you.

It was just a beat. Just one second. But that was enough. You caught it—his gaze flickering over your legs, the exposed skin, the tightness around your waist. He swallowed, and his jaw clenched for half a second before he looked back up with a faint smile. “You’re really wearing that tonight?”

You turned around slowly, lifting your hair off your neck like it was the most innocent act in the world. “Mhm. Is it too much?”

Chan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as his eyes narrowed in amusement. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said sweetly, grabbing your lip gloss and applying it slowly, dragging it across your bottom lip just to see if his gaze would drop. It did.

“I’m not gonna say a word,” he muttered, backing away toward the door. “But just so you know… if you’re trying to get a reaction out of me—” he smirked, “—you might end up getting more than you bargained for.”

You giggled as he left to his closet across the room, feeling victorious already.

You stayed in front of the mirror a little longer, adjusting your neckline, tugging the hem of your minidress down a fraction—though it didn’t help much. The dress was made to tease, and now that Chan had seen it, you couldn’t stop thinking about that tiny clench in his jaw. That subtle shift in his stance.

“Is it actually too much?” you finally asked, your voice softer as you turned to look at him through the mirror.

Chan, now at the closet, was half-dressed—black slacks hanging low on his hips, belt unbuckled, a plain white shirt hanging from his fingertips. He paused mid-buttoning and met your eyes through the mirror.

“You want the honest answer?” he asked, voice low, almost unreadable.

You blinked, nodding once.

He walked toward you, slow and deliberate, letting the silence linger until he was standing just behind you. One hand reached up to brush your hair gently to the side, baring your neck. His lips grazed the shell of your ear, voice just above a whisper.

“You look hot, baby. Like, so hot it’s gonna be hard for me not to lose it.”

His hand slid down your bare arm slowly. “But you already knew that when you put it on, didn’t you?”

You smirked, head tilting as a thrill ran down your spine. “Maybe.”

He chuckled, dark and low in his throat. “You know I love seeing you like this. Confident. Sexy.” His hands moved to rest on your waist, thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles into the fabric. “Wear it. Own it. But just know—if you keep pushing me tonight…”

He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear.

“I won’t be held responsible.”

Your breath hitched slightly, heart skipping as you tried to keep cool. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and maybe… between your legs too.

“…That a promise or a threat?” you whispered, half teasing.

Chan grinned, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Why not both?”

He pulled back with a wink, finally slipping his shirt on and beginning to button it casually, like he hadn’t just whispered threats against your composure. Like he wasn’t about to watch you drive him wild all night.

You watched him for a second longer—soft brown curls, that annoyingly unreadable calm on his face. You could play this game all night.

Let’s see who breaks first.

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The ride to the party was quiet—too quiet. Chan’s hand rested on your thigh the entire time, thumb brushing absentmindedly over your skin, but his eyes were trained on the road. Calm. Collected. Still so composed despite how your dress hiked up each time you shifted, despite how you didn’t bother to fix it.

When you arrived at the venue—a rented out loft with warm lights spilling through the windows and music thumping low—you knew it was time to start playing. Chan opened the car door for you like a gentleman, offering his hand as you stepped out, and you could practically feel his gaze skimming your thighs. Still, not a single word from him. Just that same maddening calm.

You greeted a few familiar faces at the door before the two of you stepped inside, where the rest of Stray Kids were already scattered around—some by the drinks, others lounging on the couches.

“Finally!” Jisung waved you over with a big grin. “Thought you two were gonna skip and do gross couple stuff.”

“We can still do that,” you teased lightly, and though it was meant to be playful, Chan’s hand briefly tightened on your waist before letting go.

You made your way into the room, letting Chan get pulled into a quick conversation with Felix and Changbin as you floated toward Minho and Seungmin.

“Y/N, that dress is illegal,” Minho said flatly, eyes dragging over the fabric before flicking back to yours.

You laughed, placing a light hand on his shoulder. “You think so? I was worried it wasn’t doing enough.”

Seungmin choked on his drink. “No, it’s doing plenty.”

You caught Chan’s eyes from across the room. He was watching. Of course he was. Expression unreadable, drink in hand, that damn calmness still plastered across his face.

Perfect.

You tilted your head at Minho, then leaned in just slightly. “Chan helped me pick it out,” you said sweetly, letting your fingers gently brush his arm before pulling away.

As you made your way toward the snack table, Jeongin popped up beside you, eyes wide as he took in the outfit. “Noona, you’re gonna make hyung go crazy.”

“Who, Chan?” you blinked innocently. “He doesn’t mind. Said I could wear whatever I wanted.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Chan start walking toward you. Slow, steady. And though he didn’t say anything, the way his eyes narrowed just slightly when you leaned over the table to grab a drink spoke volumes. You made sure to arch your back just enough. Nothing obscene—just suggestive.

Just enough.

He stopped beside you, leaning down to murmur into your ear, voice low. “Having fun, baby?”

You turned to him with a wide, innocent smile. “So much.”

“Mm.” He brought his drink to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. “Glad to hear it.”

Then he stepped away again.

Your chest tightened with heat. God, he was good. Too good.

You mingled a little more, this time striking up a conversation with Hyunjin. He complimented your look—of course he did—and you responded with a bright smile and a flirty, “You always know how to make a girl feel good.”

Across the room, Chan was now leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tense.

You kept your focus on Hyunjin, laughing softly at something he said, reaching out to brush invisible lint off his jacket sleeve. Nothing bold. Nothing too obvious. But you could feel the weight of Chan’s stare searing into your back.

And then—

“Y/N.” His voice cut through the music, deep and commanding.

You turned slowly, eyebrows raised. “Hm?”

He was already at your side, hand resting firmly on the small of your back. “Come with me.”

You blinked. “Where?”

He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and whispered,

“To the car… now.”

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The door shut with a deep thunk behind you, and before you could even fully sit back in your seat, Chan was already reaching across to click the lock. Silence settled in the car like a heavy fog—only the sound of your shallow breaths and the distant thump of bass from the party filling the space.

You glanced over at him cautiously.

His hands were still on the wheel. Eyes staring straight ahead.

Too calm.

Too quiet.

“Chan…?”

He finally turned his head, and his gaze was sharp. No smile. No teasing lilt in his voice.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” he asked lowly.

“I didn’t do anything—”

“Minho. Jeongin. Hyunjin.” He listed their names one by one, ticking them off on his fingers slowly. “All of them got a show. Bending over the table, touching their arms, giggling like they’re the ones making you blush.”

You swallowed hard.

“I just wanted to get your attention,” you murmured.

He scoffed quietly. “Princess, you had my attention the second you walked out in that dress.” He finally turned to you fully, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. “But now? You’re gonna have all of mine.”

You whimpered as his lips grazed your jaw, then your throat, then lower, his hand sliding up your thigh to push your dress higher and higher until the soft lace of your panties was fully exposed under the faint glow of the dashboard lights.

“I warned you about teasing me, didn’t I?” he said, fingers curling around the waistband.

“Y-Yeah.”

“And what did you do?”

“…Teased you.”

“Exactly.”

He didn’t hesitate. Two fingers pushed the fabric aside and pressed against your slit—already wet, already aching. He chuckled darkly.

“You were like this the whole party?” he taunted, lips brushing your ear. “Soaking wet while you flirted with my members?”

“Chan—” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers slipped in, knuckles deep, the stretch hitting all at once.

“No,” he said firmly, other hand gripping your chin to face him. “You’re gonna keep your eyes on me this time. You wanted my attention? You got it.”

He pumped his fingers slow at first, curling them just right—dragging across your sweet spot, pulling out halfway just to plunge back in harder. And faster. Each thrust came with a scolding kiss to your neck or a filthy whisper in your ear.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm? To get fucked in the car like a needy little brat?”

“Yes—yes, please, Chan—”

He smirked against your skin. “You sound so sweet when you’re desperate.”

Your legs were shaking, thighs quivering as you neared your high—but before you could say another word, your phone buzzed in the cupholder between you.

Chan’s fingers stilled.

You blinked, breath caught in your throat as he leaned over and read the caller ID.

“Jeongin.”

“Oh god,” you whimpered.

He grinned darkly, lifted his fingers away from you (with your slick glistening under the lights), and casually picked up the call with his clean hand.

“Yeah?”

There was a short pause. Jeongin’s voice filtered through the speaker—cheerful and oblivious. “Hyung! We were just wondering where you guys went. Everything okay?”

Chan’s tone was smooth. Way too smooth. “Yeah, we just had to grab something from the car.”

You covered your mouth with both hands, thighs pressing together, trying not to make a sound as your arousal dripped down your thighs.

“Oh, okay! We’re about to order some doordash, just text me if you want anything.”

“Will do. Thanks, Jeongin.”

Click.

The second the call ended, Chan dropped the phone back in the cupholder and turned to you slowly.

“You were gonna come without my permission,” he murmured. “Weren’t you?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Only a soft nod.

“That’s cute.” He leaned in, nudging his nose along your jaw. “Let’s fix that.”

Then he unbuckled his pants...

Chan’s hands were already back on you—ripping your panties fully aside this time, dragging his soaked fingers down your folds as he pulled his cock free with the other. Thick, flushed, twitching at the tip as he wrapped a hand around the base and hissed softly.

“You made me this hard from just watching you act like a little slut at a party,” he muttered. “You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over that damn counter.”

You whimpered, hips already lifting in search of friction. “Chan, please—”

“No. Say it right.”

“Please, daddy…”

That broke him.

He pushed your thighs wide open, lined himself up, and sank in slow. All the way until his hips pressed flush against you, letting you feel every inch stretching you open, filling you to the brim. You cried out softly, hands fisting his hoodie, head thrown back against the seat.

“Fuck,” he growled, burying his face into your neck. “You feel so good around me. Like you were made for this.”

His pace started hard—deep, rolling thrusts that made the entire car creak. The windows fogged fast, the leather seat squeaking underneath you both. The sound of skin slapping, your quiet moans, his sharp grunts—it was all too much.

“You like this?” he breathed, pounding into you even harder now. “This what you wanted, baby? To have all my fucking attention on you?”

Your answer was nothing but a wrecked gasp and nod, your legs tightening around his waist as your second high started building—white-hot and dizzying.

He knew. He felt it.

Chan kissed you hard—sloppy and deep—and whispered, “Cum for me. Let go.”

Your whole body shook as the orgasm hit, and he didn’t stop—just kept chasing his own, gripping your hips bruisingly tight until a long, broken groan left him and he came deep inside, hips jerking, spilling every drop into you.

He collapsed against you, both of you panting in the humid air of the car.

And then…

BZZZZZ.

Your phone buzzed again.

Chan reached over lazily, pressed answer on speaker, just as you were still catching your breath, his softening cock still inside you.

Jeongin’s voice chirped through again.

“Hyung? You think we can’t see your guys’ car rocking from the window?”

You choked on a gasp and hid your face in Chan’s shoulder.

Chan just grinned lazily, pulled out slow, and said, “Guess we’ll be in soon.”

Click.

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[strangelittlestories]

When the knight kissed the princess, and the curse did not lift, it caused some consternation.

“I don’t understand,” the knight said, her brow furrowing like a deep sea trench, “I love you more than I love chivalry, more than I love honour. Being with you makes my heart sing. It makes me feel like there is an order to the heavens. In the music of your voice, I hear the truth of the cosmos reverberated through a thousand harmonious notes.”

“That’s very nice,” replied the princess wearily, her voice a song of sharp hungers, “but I still yearn to consume the hearts of the unworthy, so *something is not right*.”

“If I may interject?” The evil fairy was still lying on the floor, the knight’s cold iron blade in their chest, blood burbling from their mouth. “It sounds like the noble Knight of the Steel Harp is not so much in love with *you* as with how you make *her feel*.”

“How can that be?” the knight asked, “I know what I feel; this love is wound right through the marrow of me. I feel it in my every atom.”

The princess looked at the knight, the dark magic making deep predacious pools of her eyes.

“Sweet knight,” she annunciated carefully around her fangs, “what is it *about me* that you love?”

“I…I love the adventures we have shared. The words we shared as we unravelled the mystery of your curse. The way we went about our journey, how our every step became more and more in sync as we reached our destination. I love how steadfastly you struggled against the foul urges of the fell enchantment upon you.”

The princess gave the knight a look that was equal parts sad and ravenous.

“You love the experience. The journey. You love my *opposition* to that which was done to me.” She closed her eyes. “I will not diminish that. The road we’ve tread means more to me than I can say; it was the whole world, and us the only people in it.”

“But a quest is not a *life*.” The evil fairy smiled despite the lifeblood leaking from their fading shell.

“And though we may love it,” the princess continued, “it is not, itself, love.”

“So what do we do?”

“First, I am going to eat that fairy’s rotten heart.” replied the princess, matter-of-factly, “and then, I suppose, we work out if there’s anything about each other that we actually like?”

“They say love makes your heart beat faster.” The fairy laughed, sickly. “In this case, its absence seems to make you *eat* hearts faster.”

“Oh, shut up.” said the princess.

And everything after that was teeth.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: They sing going to war

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While serving alongside the human forces during the Torus Campaign I learned much of their strange culture.

Their need to stack foods in elaborate combinations which they call a “Sandwich”, their constant need to play “The Game” without ever explaining what it is unless to tell you that you have lost it, and even their obsession with petting anything within arm’s reach with an almost religious like dedication; but the strangest custom I only witnessed during the final stages of the war.

We had just deployed over the world of Obidon III and were launching a joint ground assault with the human forces. Enemy resistance was expected to be heavy and many would not survive the drop, but command believed that if enough forces reached the surface of the planet they could establish a beachhead and allow the rest of the contingent to be brought in.

During the decent to the planet all I could do was keep my eyes closed and hope beyond hope that we would survive. I was so lost in this trance like state that my friend Septem had to physically smack me on the helmet to get my attention and tell me to turn my radio channel to frequency 13.

I was confused at first since that frequency was being used for our human allies but he insisted that I would not believe what they were doing. So I reset my radio in my helmet to frequency and what I heard was something I had never expected on a battlefield.

They were singing.

The frequency was chalk full of voices in such volume that I had to turn down the volume but it seemed like every single human that was part of the attach was joining in the song. My translator unit was trying to keep up but the sheer intensity of the humans singing was causing it to drop in and out, picking up every other word.

I wanted to listen closer to them but the enemy flak began pounding the outside of our dropship. Each detonation sent the ship rattling side to side violently. I had just retightened my straps when a shell burst just beneath us sending a shockwave through the ship so strong it sent several of my comrades flying from their seats into the opposite wall. They hit the wall hard and did not get back up when their bodies collapsed to the ground.

All I could think about was how this was the moment I was going to die. This was the moment my existence in this universe comes to its conclusion and I return to the dust and atoms of the cosmos. And as I tuned myself to this reality all I could hear were the humans still singing over the radio.

They must have been going through the same amount of enemy fire as he was and yet still they somehow were still able to sing as if nothing was wrong with the world. I got so focused on their singing that I forgot about my worries for such a time that I was startled when the dropship landed with a loud thud against the planet’s surface and the boarding ramp lowered.

The following battle was a grueling six hour run and gun with the enemy as we tried to carve out a safe LZ for reinforcements. I got separated from my unit on more than one occasion and wandered into the human designated areas in the confusion.

To my utter surprise the humans were still singing.

Clad in their blue and gold armor, they broadcasted their voices from their helmet speakers as they advanced street by bloody street. One of them took shelter with me for a time as we prepared to rush a fortified courtyard which housed heavy anti air emplacement. I nodded a greeting to the human who replied in kind, yet their voice never ceased in song. I saw them rush around the corner and take several heavy rounds to their chest, but the shells ricocheted off the armor leaving only scratches on the paint.

I watched in disbelief as this wild singing human leaped over the barricade and slapped a detonation charge on the anti-air weapon before leaping back as it exploded the weapon. They stood in the smoldering flames to take a moment to catch their breath when a sniper’s round from down the street struck them in the head and blew out a large portion of their cranium. It was the first time during the entire battle I had seen a human die but I did not have long to contemplate it as the rest of the humans charged past, still singing, in the direction of the snipers shot.

Another hour of combat and the landing site was finally secured and reinforcements were brought in to take our positions. What was left of the initial landing force were sent back to orbit and recover and regroup from their losses. Out of my people’s forces I was one of twenty soldiers to have survived. I imagined the humans had lost equally as many until the pilot remarked that additional shuttles had been dispatched to carry their force back up. It seemed that despite the intensity of the fighting only three of their warriors had fallen in battle; one of them including the warrior I had watched fall.

I was beyond myself.

These reckless warriors had somehow survived one of the most intense battles the campaign had seen and only lost three of their number.

Once back on the ship the first chance I could I sought them out for an explanation. They were quartered in the lower reaches of the ship, isolated from the other contingents onboard.

Outside their area were two guards still in full armor that initially would not let me through until one of them recognized me from the fighting in the city. I was then led inside and found many of the humans feasting and laughing. Two long rows of tables had been setup facing each other; between them were several fires each with a different animal being roasted over them. At the end of the rows stood three large pyres of wood which held three bodies atop each of them.

As I passed through the humans many ceased their laughter and looked at me, their clouded eyes with suspicion. We made it half way through the throngs when a giant of a human stepped forward and blocked our path. They demanded to know why I had been let it in; going even further to say they will throw me out personally if the answer was not good. The guard who had recognized me said I had witnessed the last moments of one of the fallen and would speak of their deeds. There was a long pause as the large human glared at me, his eyes as cold as the crescent moon of my homeworld.

The human finally relented and let out a loud boastful laugh, clapping me on my shoulders and welcoming me to the feast. Those gathered around cheered and similarly welcomed me now as the ceremony proceeded once more. I could barely say anything as I was seemingly pulled into the celebration. I drank, I ate, I laughed, I even boasted of my own achievements during the battle.

At the height of the feast I was called forward to speak of the final moments of the human soldier I watched die. I learned their name had been Moris Yu, and had served in the human contingent since the beginning of the campaign. I spoke of his final moments, of how he charged the enemy alone and had single handedly destroyed their war machine. I spoke of the snipers bullet laying him low to which all the gathered humans spoke as one “To Odin’s hall he flies.”

With that pyres were set on fire and the bodies slowly turned to ash. I imagine it had some significant ritualistic meaning in human culture but it was beyond me.

After the funeral I asked one of the soldiers the question I had come to them with.

“Why do you sing in battle?”

The human took a long huff from a wooden pipe and blew a cloud of smoke before answering.

“Long ago, my people were raiders and conquerors of the sea.” They began, “Our gods watched over us and should we prove worthy we would be sent to them to join them in their halls and fight alongside them for eternity.”

“There was one warband led by a giant of a man called Osmond Frig. He loved song just as much as he loved fighting, so he made his warriors sing during every fight as it made him happy.”

“They agreed to such silliness?” I asked, to which the human grinned.

“They did after he felled the first three men who laughed at him with a single blow from his axe.” They finished before continuing with their story.

“What was truly surprising was not the sight of these warriors singing, but rather the fact that they were rather good at it. It was said they could make the Valkyries themselves shed a single tear with their songs.”

“Eventually one of the gods, Bragi, noticed Osmond’s warband and took a liking to them. Much like the Valkyries he too was moved by their song and decided to reward them with his patronage. He used ancient magic and made it so as long as the warriors sung they would be impervious to harm of all kinds.”

“So the warband grew in fame and glory as they went conquest to conquest, emerging from battles against impossible odds with nay a scratch on them. First across the northern seas, then across the continent of Europe, and then soon the entire world knew of Osmond; which is when they finally drew the attention of the king of the gods, Odin.”

“Odin watched these powerful warriors and wanted them in his hall for the eternal battle, yet despite every challenge they faced they emerged victorious. No matter what enemy Odin placed in their path or scheme he unleashed on them they refused to fall. Odin knew of Bragi’s patronage and tortured the god to reveal his secret and after seven days and seven nights Bragi told Odin of the spell he had cast and how it could not be undone.”

“But that was all Odin needed to secure his warriors.” The human said with a devil’s grin.

“During the midst of the most recent battle Odin took the form of a mighty warrior and stalked the fields for his prey. He waited for each warrior to catch their breath and cease their song before striking and slaying them, one by one. By day’s end only Osmond remained to fight Odin and though he sang long into the night he too eventually gasped for air and was slain.”

“So that is why you sing?” I asked the human. ‘Because you believe your gods will protect you?”

The human chuckled and nodded to the three pyres. “Did you not say that Moris was only slain after he ceased singing?”

I wanted to counter him with some logic, some reason grounded in reality, but I could not. I left that human area with a profound new perspective of myself in the grand scheme of the universe.

The next time I was in a combat drop my comrades laughed when I began singing. I wasn’t sure if it was good or not, but I hoped that in some way the human god would at least find me amusing and let me live another day.

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 36

(Ortho made the shell casing for his limbs to match the Knight of Roses outfit given to him. He is very proud that he got it done so quickly and he loves that it stands out for him. Unlike Idia, he doesn't have to have an intense emotion to change his hair color, but the magenta does have little hearts burning in his hair as well.)

Warnings; yandere jealousy, yandere characters, platonic and romantic yanderes, fem pronouned and bodied reader, what is to come next for our intrepid Human, plans for research, plans for culinary classes, harpy, pegasus, unicorn, merman, dragon, drider, shinigami, alicorn, nemean lion, hellcat, selkie,

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The inky blue sky swirled pleasantly above the dour prince, his attention on this cosmic dance of beauty and wonder. Even as he observed the rolling nebula and swirling stars, his mind was elsewhere. What he wouldn't give to hold the one he loved and embrace her beneath these stars of untold beauty. To peel away that bothersome clothing and worship what lay beneath.

The prince was not the only one- or even the only prince- interested in such a treasure. Countless eyes trailed after such a soft and lovely creature that could be found nowhere else in the land. Someone who could see the darkness in others and purify that shadowed and tainted blot of emotion.

Were dreams not meant to be pleasant? If they were supposed to be pleasant, where then was his treasure? The most soothing and comforting presence remained out of reach, even in his swirling thoughts and desperate dreaming.

He could not stop himself from searching, even as the cosmos continued the ever enchanting dance. Once his eyes began to look in earnest, however, he noticed how painfully alone he was. She wasn't here.

Where was she?

~•§•~

Malleus' eyes snapped open, the darkness of the evening still shrouding this temporary room in the gentle embrace of shadows. An embrace he was familiar with.

The Dragon prince slowly rose from the bed, glancing to the web on the far side of the room where the Drider slept peacefully. They were still in the Queendom of Roses and Malleus was not pleased to have to share with anyone other than his adored treasure (Y/n) and her kit. Not even the Drider proved to be equal or comparable company to the great beast.

Instead of lamenting in morose displeasure, Malleus chose to seek out his treasure. She was only in the room next to this one, so he was sure to find comfort in the continued affirmation of her sleeping form. It was true, he would have to be careful to not disturb the three occupants of the room, but it would calm him more than anything to see that resting expression.

The Dragon slowly slid out of the room, using magic to quiet the doors as he slid into the room of his most prized treasure. Laying in the bed with both adopted young was Malleus' Human. She seemed lost in deep sleep, one hand laying over the Hellcat Grim and the other arm loosely wrapped around the smaller form of the Shinigami Ortho. Both young beasts were clearly peaceful and lay close to the soft Human so many adored.

Ortho's head was resting on (Y/n)'s shoulder, his oxygen mask still covering his face as it fogged with his breath. Grim was laying halfway on top of her stomach, his little paws tucked beneath his chin as his whiskers twitched happily from a gentle dream. Both were given a gift Malleus craved almost violently but the Dragon couldn't bring himself to be angry over the affectionate display.

If anything, he only saw how wonderful a mother the soft Human would make for his Hatchlings. Such a warm heart that cared for others in a way no one else seemed to. Everything he could find to adore about her was filed away in his mind as reasons she was his favorite treasure.

There was a certain fondness in the Dragon for her Kit as well, having first seen him as an unfortunate add-on he needed to protect for the sake of (Y/n). Now, he couldn't help but imagine the young kit acting as an elder sibling to the future Hatchlings, teaching them to stalk and climb. A kind of affection warmed the beast's chest as he realized the Human and her kit were already family in his eyes. He just needed the kit to see him as a father and then things would be perfect.

While the night carried on, Malleus found himself unable to return to sleep, instead he summoned a chair to sit at the bedside until dawn. He would disappear before that soft Human awoke to find the beast in her room, not wanting to cause undue stress. Until then, the beast would be a watchful guardian that protected his dearest from all harm.

~•§•~

The slight disturbance of sunlight against your eyelids roused you from sleep, slowly coming to in the comfortable bed you shared. Ortho was still fast asleep, but Grim was slowly rousing as you began to move. You slid out of the bed, gently moving Grim and Ortho to cuddle so they could keep sleeping while you took some time for yourself.

Your limbs popped and cracked from use as you stretched, getting dressed and vaguely wondering what the next week would bring. You were to be headed back to Night Raven today and wondered how those still at the school were faring in your absence. Though you felt no obligation to the many who were obsessed with you, you also didn't want to return to the school to find it in shambles.

As you emerged from the room, you noticed several others were also already awake. Divus and Crowley stood talking to one another in hushed voices, the Selkie seeming less than pleased with whatever the Crow was telling him. Crowley did not seem happy either, but it was clear he was saying something to soothe the Selkie before he noticed you.

"Good morning, my little bird. Did you sleep well?"

You shrugged, still somewhat disoriented from sleep as you approached the pair. Divus was thrilled to see you awake and gave you a gentle smile as you walked over. It was hard to resist the temptation to cuddle into the Selkie's fur and he clearly did not mind as he let you lean into his side. The one who seemed the most upset about the affectionate and domestic gesture was one clearly jealous Harpy who ruffled his feathers.

Somewhere in your sleepy brain, you laughed at the way the teachers all seemed to fight over your affection and attention. All of them wanting to be the one you went to for comfort, angry when they were not chosen.

Thus far, you actually had a preference for Divus given the fact the Selkie seemed most attuned to your emotions. Crowley was still last as your favorite given his prior disregard for your wishes and the fact that he collared you like a dog. Though he was improving and seemed to actually be able to understand your hesitance, he was still not your favorite.

Hell, Papa Hades was higher ranked than Crowley in your eyes despite the limited interaction you had with him. He was higher ranked than a lot of the others you were dealing with.

"Puppy," Divus started, "we need to discuss what your next week will look like and what will happen."

"Is it more traveling?"

"No. But you will have more than a few visitors this week. Perhaps even the whole month."

You frowned at this, looking up at the patient seal-man who cooed gently upon seeing your pouting expression. He had been the most gentle of the staff towards you, closely followed by Trein, so you didn't feel belittled by the sweet behavior.

"Why?"

"Your ability to absorb blot is nothing short of astounding, Puppy. Blot kills. Those who become Feral rarely ever recover, yet here you have successfully gotten three to recover, and one of them you actually absorbed the blot from directly. The fact you survived, didn't Overblot, and have burned away the blot in your own body has drawn attention. Lord Hades will be returning to Night Raven to study this behavior and to do that we need your cooperation and two of the three Overblotters."

It made sense to you, of course. You had been told about the awful effects of blot and even saw how Alistair and Riddle were impacted by their own blot. A kind of happiness wormed inside of you at the idea of seeing Papa Hades again, but you worried somewhat about which Overblotters Divus was talking about.

"I refuse to allow that slimy fish Erikír anywhere near you, so he will not be permitted to return to Sage Island until his trial. That means Riddle and Alistair will be the primary test subjects, as they both are still impacted by their Overblot. Queen Helena has requested that Alistair be allowed to attend Night Raven College for now as you directly aided in his recovery and stopped him from falling to blot. Given Riddle is Housewarden of Heartslabyul, we have decided that Heartslabyul should be in charge of guarding you."

It made sense, especially if Riddle was supposed to be around you more due to the research Papa Hades wanted done. The close proximity of the Shinigami also had you wondering if he could work on fixing Grim's wings. You also wondered if Idia would be staying over at Ramshackle, given it was his ancestor who would be conducting these tests.

Beyond just that, you also worried about how the ever possessive Dragon would handle this news. He had stipulated that Riddle would have to forfeit his turn as guard to Diasomnia, but that wouldn't help you or them seeing as Riddle was needed for the research.

"I'll have to tell Tsuno myself. He won't be happy, especially since he banned Riddle from being a guard until he is forgiven for what he did during his Overblot," your hand rest against your scar left by the axe, "but Riddle and Alistair are needed if Papa Hades is going to do his research."

"Lord Hades is not the only Shroud who will be arriving. I hear Idia's parents are keen to aid Lord Hades in his research as well, so Idia will likely do the same."

You nodded to this, having figured as much yourself when first hearing about the plan for the next week. Where you were somewhat miffed at the idea of being told- yet again- that things were already planned out for you, you still figured that this new blot oriented development was significant. Hopefully Malleus wouldn't take it too hard.

~•§•~

"... Me?"

"Lord Hades has requested both you and prince Alistair be present for these tests. As you both are recovering from Overblotting, it would make sense the two of you are the ideal subjects to test blot accumulation and absorption."

Riddle thought about these words, knowing that he was actually getting the chance to guard this blessed Human because of his Overblot. Part of him wondered what would have happened had he not Overblotted. He would still have his full horn, but be trapped under his mother's control. He gained more from his Overblot than he lost.

"I am inclined to agree regardless. Lord Hades has taken over payment for my schooling and continued education after... After my Mother's refusal. It would be foolish to bite the hand that keeps me comfortable and fed."

Malleus was pouting, as was Floyd, and Rook. Malleus didn't want the Unicorn or Alicorn near his most valued and precious treasure. Floyd had been convinced that Octavinelle would be next to be chosen, given their assistance at the Spelldrive Tournament against Erikír. Rook knew Vil would have increasingly intense and drastic meltdowns over not being selected yet again.

"You have already agreed to forfeit your turns until you are deemed no longer a threat."

You sighed at this and frowned at Malleus who was clearly still pouting over the decision. Though he had agreed when you told him, it was clear he was not going to let this go without yet another scolding from you.

"Malleus, stop."

"He isn't safe around you. Neither of them are!"

"Malleus!"

The Dragon went quiet when he realized he was testing your temper, now refusing to look at you to maintain his own annoyance. You knew he would act this way, you just had to make sure that he wasn't going to actually fight the decision. This meant you had to give something of value to the Dragon to soothe his almost childish behavior.

"Papa Hades needs Riddle and Alistair for his research. I want to know why blot doesn't affect me as much- if not more- than he wants to know. I know you have your reservations and they are formed from educated experiences. However, it is still ideal that Heartslabyul guards me this next week, though I know that idea displeases you. If it makes you feel better, you can stay in Ramshackle for the week, just as the Shrouds and the Heartslabyul students can. Yes, that also means we can share a nest so you don't worry in the night. Is that amenable?"

"... Yes."

"Good. I don't want to hear you fight against this decision again. There is far too much that still needs to be looked into and understood. It will be easier to do all of the above if you aren't fighting every step of the way, okay?"

The Dragon didn't respond, but he also seemed less angered than he had been prior, instead he just nodded and went along with the idea. At least with Malleus calm, you could focus on more than tiptoeing around the sensitive feelings of the Dragon.

Crowley was exceptionally pleased at this agreement, looking over to Queen Helena and Alistair who were also present for the conversation. Queen Helena was thrilled Alistair would be able to be seen by the leading minds of Twisted Wonderland, hopefully able to aid her son in his healing journey. Alistair just seemed thrilled that he was going to get to spend more time with you.

"Headmage-"

"You can call me Crowley, little bird."

"... Headmage, I was thinking about that cooking class suggestion you made a while back. Maybe I could actually get that started- with a small test group, of course- but perhaps next week or even the week after? Especially if this research will take more than a week, a quick start up of the class may be beneficial."

"Perhaps... We will need to iron out logistics, though I am aware Azul has voiced his interest in hosting the culinary class in the Mostro Lounge. I will see what can be done come next week."

"I appreciate it."

"For now- because I am so kind as to host a student from Royal Sword Academy- we should all return to Night Raven College soon and get young Mr. Heartsqueen set up in a room in Ramshackle. Though this week did not go as expected, it was still yet another learning experience that we can take lessons from going forward. Hopefully this has been an educational experience for you all!"

[lunar-witches]

🌟 Types of Divination 🌟

🃏 Tarot Reading: Ah, the classic! Shuffle those cards, lay 'em out, and let the symbols tell your story. It's like a psychic storytime with beautifully illustrated cards.

🔮 Crystal Ball Gazing: Channel your inner fortune teller and gaze into the shimmering depths of a crystal ball. See visions, symbols, or just a really fancy paperweight – your call!

☕ Tea Leaf Reading: Sip your cuppa, but don't toss those leaves! The way they settle in your cup can unveil the mysteries of the universe. Get ready to decipher some leafy hieroglyphics.

🖐️ Palmistry (Chiromancy): Study the lines, mounts, and shapes on your palm. Each crease tells a story about your life path, personality, and potential. It's like reading a roadmap to your destiny right on your hand!

🕊️ Feather Divination: Feathers are more than just fashionable accessories for birds! They can carry messages from the spirit world. Find one, meditate on it, and decode its wisdom.

🌀 Runes Casting: Norse warriors used them, and now you can too! Grab some ancient runestones, cast them, and let the runic symbols weave tales of your destiny.

🕯️ Candle Scrying: Light a candle, focus on the flame, and let your visions come to life within the flickering glow.

🌿 Pendulum Magic: Swing that pendulum and ask it some yes-or-no questions. Allow the pendulum to swing freely and always keep your hand still to allow the energy to truly answer you questions.

🌗 Numerology: Numbers, man! They're everywhere, and they've got a lot to say. Discover your life path, destiny, and soul numbers.

🔍 Scrying Mirrors: Stare into the abyss... or, well, a special mirror! Gaze deep, and let the answers reveal themselves.

🌊 Water Scrying: Gaze into the reflective surface of water – be it a pond, a lake, or even a scrying bowl. Watch as ripples reveal the unseen.

🐚 Shell Divination: Channel your inner mermaid! Listen to the whispers of seashells and let them reveal their secrets. You can also collect a handful of different shells and cast them. Their placement, pattern, etc, can reveal important details!

🗝️ Key Casting (Cleidomancy): Gather a collection of old keys, close your eyes, and toss them onto a cloth. The position and arrangement of the keys will unveil symbolic messages or answers to your questions. It's like unlocking the secrets of the cosmos, one key at a time.

🎶 Music Divination (Alectryomancy): Play some tunes and let the lyrics, melodies, or even random song selections speak to you. The songs that resonate can offer messages or insights about your current situation. Let the music be your mystical DJ!

With this ever-growing list of divination methods, you'll have a magical tool for every occasion. Trust your intuition and let your inner seeker explore the mystical world of divination. Happy divining, cosmic explorers! 🔮🌠

[loki-cees-all]

Keeping Score {TVA!Loki x Female Reader One-Shot}

Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / AO3 Link

Pairing : TVA!Loki x Female Reader

Summary : You’re stressed, you’re exhausted, you’re sick and tired of absolutely everything right now. Loki decides that the best way to distract you from all of that is to make you count how many times he makes you come. 

W/c : 2.2k words

Content / Warnings : Soft Dom!Loki, established relationship, smut, fingering. 

Author's Note : Welp. Since I’ve been just a massive ball of stress and nerves lately, I thought I’d write something about Loki’s lap to help calm me down. (Spoilers: It just made me riled up in a very different way. Oops!) Enjoy! <3

18+ Only - Minors DNI

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“How many times is that now, darling?” 

Loki’s question sounded like it came from dozens of miles away even though he’d murmured it directly against the shell of your ear. His words sloshed in your head as it lolled back against his broad shoulder, and your shaky breath caught in your throat. Sweat coated your brow, your heart thundered in your chest. Your muscles clenched uncontrollably, and your toes felt like they’d been curled into a permanent and formally unnatural position. Your thighs, spread wide and dangling over each armrest of his tufted wingback chair, trembled and shook helplessly. 

Behind you, Loki’s presence was even, firm, solid. You could feel the steady thrum of his heart against your back, his restrained breath ghosting against your neck in a constant rhythm. Despite the cool aura he normally projected, you knew he was just as excited as you were - from the way his thighs tensed underneath yours, to how his rock-hard cock throbbed against your bare ass from underneath his trousers. His voice was low and hoarse, but still measured, still somewhat under his control - but he was absolutely loving this little game. 

“Well, pet? Are you going to answer me or not?” 

A soft little moan was all you could manage to respond with. You desperately wanted to answer, but right now, you simply lacked the brainpower to give a coherent one. Divine and relentless pleasure still radiated up and down your spine with each featherlight stroke of his fingers against your soaked cunt; he hadn’t stopped touching you since the last one, and you felt like you were liquefying in his lap; maintaining a solid form in the presence of all this ecstasy was just too much effort. 

And that was exactly what you had asked for tonight, wasn’t it? 

Specifically, what you had said was that you didn’t want to be capable of thinking for a while. You wanted to be so very drunk and dumb, from both lust and pleasure, to be so thoroughly touched and explored that the stress of TVA case files and incident reports and the perpetual lies over your very own existence were nothing more than a distant memory. 

Due dates, timelines, the anxieties of life itself, and the horrors of the massive problems the TVA currently faced - you wanted it all to mean nothing to you anymore. Just for a moment, you wanted a tiny flicker of peace inside this wretched little cosmos, and your lover was the only one who could give that to you. 

Loki, of course, had then turned that request into a delightful little game: how many times could he make you come before you simply lost count of them all? 

After your quick and enthusiastic agreement to this evening’s activity, you soon found yourself seated comfortably in the God of Mischief’s lap. His nimble fingers had removed your clothing in a flash, leaving you bare and exposed while he remained in his normal TVA uniform - just the way you liked it. You absolutely loved being naked while he remained clothed; for some strange reason, it reminded you that no matter the problem, that no matter how dire the circumstances seemed, Loki still had everything under control - and that made your lack of it so very comforting. 

Once you were ready, he’d started off by cupping your breasts while he kissed your neck. Both thumbs brushed delicately against your quickly stiffening nipples, and you’d squirmed in his lap while your cunt clenched around nothing. Instinctively, you’d moved to squeeze your thighs together and give yourself some kind of pressure to roll against, but Loki had instantaneously put a stop to that. His large hand had gripped the inside of your thigh and separated it from the other, and you could feel his hungry eyes devouring the sight of your rapidly dripping sex from over your shoulder. 

From there, his other hand snaked its way down, over your ribs and down past your belly to graze your clit. He’d moved slowly, taking his time to thoroughly tease and stimulate the area, caressing gently back and forth with just the barest hint of pressure. On the next pass through, he pressed a little bit harder, collecting your ever-growing arousal and spreading it around with his fingertips. He’d let out a groan of appreciation, so deep and so feral, that it had made you come for the first time tonight. 

It wasn’t a big orgasm, but it was enough to stretch and loosen the muscles of your body, leaving you relaxed, comfortably warm and somewhat limp in his lap; a nice little warm-up climax, Loki had always called it. With a devilish grin, he’d calmed and soothed your mind until it passed, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances while you’d trembled. And once it was over, he’d repeat the process again, upping the ante with each cycle, pressing a little bit harder and moving a little bit faster, cranking the intensity of each subsequent climax higher and higher. 

He’d alternate increasing the speed of his fingers, their angle, and then their depth. The filth he’d whisper as he drew each orgasm out would become even dirtier, and the praise he’d murmured afterwards would somehow be way more celestial and glorious than it had any right to be. The ambrosian tones in his voice rolled in waves, from rough to demulcent, shifting in sync with the euphoric fireworks all bursting simultaneously inside your spine, and then simmering patiently together before the next spark set them off again. 

“Come on, love. Don’t tell me the game is over already…” As his lips grazed the cartilage of you ear, you let out a dazed whimper. The hand gripping your thigh slid up to your throat, and his fingers extended to tilt your chin towards him. He knew full well that the game wasn’t over yet, because your safe word was still tucked securely in its bed - and there was no way you were going to utter it now. 

The blurred angles of your beautiful God danced within your heady vision. Your eyelids fluttered open and closed, trying to will his features to become fixed again so you could admire him fully. Eventually his lopsided brow slowly came into view, arched perfectly over his deep green and wandering eyes. A roguish glint had etched itself deep inside his irises, and his lips were curled in a esurient but disciplined manner. He was gorgeous and stoic, sensual and vivacious, and he could easily do this all night if you had wanted him to. 

A heavy breath tumbled from your parted lips, and your answer was both murmured and dreamy. “No…no, it’s not over yet…”

“That’s good. That’s very good…” Loki hummed his approval, softly dragging his knuckles along your cheek. “But I’m still going to need a number, darling…how many times have you come undone on my fingers tonight?” 

He punctuated his question with a slight increase of pressure against your clit, and you shuddered in response. The backs of your thighs pulled against the leathered armrests of his chair as you shifted in his lap, and your fingers clenched tighter around the straps of his sword holster. Your hips writhed uncontrollably with the circular motions of his fingers, and you moaned out something incoherent, hoping that would suffice for the time being. 

“Such a silly little girl…” Loki teased with a chuckle. His fingers shifted tempo, adding speed along with the increased pressure. “We both know that was nonsense…” 

“Jesus Christ, I - ” Your gasp was cut off by another moan, and your lower half arched itself off from his lap to roll harder against his touch. Another orgasm was building quickly, and you craved it like the sea needed the sky. 

“Close, but that’s not quite my name, nor what I asked for…” Loki tsked. His words oozed elegance and charm, in direct contrast to the image of you spread wide in his chair, your slickened and swollen cunt still begging for even more stimulation somehow. 

“Oh, fuck - Loki!” you moaned as he changed tactics and slipped two fingers inside you. This time your eyes shot open to watch as he buried them, and then slowly drew them out. Arousal coated the digits, sparkling in the dim candlelight of your private quarters, and then he was calmly pushing them back in again. You clenched hard around his fingers and felt yourself growing even more impossibly wet as they curled and effortlessly reached all the right places to make the next orgasm that much more powerful. 

“Answer me, girl,” he groaned, becoming more breathless himself as you became more excited. He pressed his lips against your ear and buried his nose against your scalp. “Give me the number…”

“Six! Five! Seventeen!” you cried out, not caring if any of them were the right answer. Your heartbeat was out of control, your lungs were heaving for oxygen as gasoline filled your veins. Every bit of you was tightened, clenched, stiff and sticky. His fingers were relentless, pushing you to your absolute limits, and you wanted to exist in this blissful state for the rest of your life. 

“Oh, you’re such a dirty, filthy girl. You love this, don’t you?” He slipped another finger inside you. Three of them now stroked you from the inside, over and over again, while his thumb continued massaging your clit on the outside. “You love coming, you love being a mess, you love being so lecherous, don’t you?” 

Your eyes rolled back into your head as his other hand curled around your throat again. The words TVA no longer had any meaning to you. You forgot your own name, you forgot his name. There was nothing left inside your brain, and the pleasure was so intense that you couldn’t even remember why you’d wanted this in the first place. “Once! Twice! 87 times!” 

Loki laughed, and suddenly withdrew his fingers to delicately caress your clit with them instead. “Come now, pet. We both know those aren’t the right answers…” 

The lack of pressure was jarring, and your eyes widened in shock. You let out the most pathetic of whimpers, slamming your hand on top of his in a desperate plea for his previous pace to resume, but it was pointless. He wouldn’t acquiesce. 

“What if I don’t let you come again until you answer correctly, hmm? Would you like that?”

You whimpered again, squirming and shifting to get the pressure back. You turned, nuzzling your face against his without caring about how pathetic you looked. “Please? Please let me come again?” 

Loki groaned, and pulled you back down to sitting. Your full weight was back on his legs and hips, and his cock was somehow even harder than it had even been before. “Fine. I’ll give you a hint, love…Not once, not twice, not three times…” 

His breath was heady and hot against your lips. He was dying to make you come again, just as much as you were ready to explode. That was what separated him from everyone else, and just one of the things that had made you forever devoted to this God of Chaos. 

“Four…” you whispered correctly. “Four times…” 

As soon as the last syllable was uttered, Loki was crushing his lips against yours. His fingers slipped back inside you, and he kissed and fucked you until your fifth orgasm reached its precipice. A bolt of lightning shot up your spine, burning and convulsing every muscle you had as you came again, harder than any other time before. 

In your mind, the seas parted and the clouds disappeared. An aurora unleashed itself between the tendrils of your nerves, and your entire body thrashed in sheer and utter pleasure. Loki held you firm as you spasmed in his lap, wrapping one arm around your waist as his fingers pumped for a few more moments, then slowly withdrew to caress you so very gently in a soothing motion. 

You shivered and melted, moaning and whimpering against his lips as they moved to your cheek and then down to your neck. His heart thundered against your back, and his breath was as shaky as yours while you tried to recover. Your thighs were still shaking uncontrollably when he gently guided them off the armrests and pushed them closed. 

“I love you…” you murmured dizzily as he turned you to nestle back against his chest. He was so strong and comfortable and protective like this, and he smelled like stardust and the deepest, greenest forest. 

Could you actually remember what forests smelled like, or were you just dreaming that you could? It didn’t matter; they were all the same thing, after all. 

“I love you too…” Loki answered softly. His lips brushed against your temple, and his secure arms wrapped tightly around you. 

Loki - that was his name. That was the only thing in your head now. Deadlines and existential dread were nothing more than faint nightmares, long since forgotten. A thing of the past, a thing you’d just made up one night when your imagination got away from you. 

Loki was now the only thing that mattered, the only thing worth focusing on. And that was basically what you had asked for, wasn’t it?

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[mysteryoftwilight]

"I wonder what it's like to have a normal mun that doesn't write a like 3,500 word essay because she thought too hard about something? Just accept the bullshitery and move on. It's what I did."

[evilminji]

Gold can be exchanged for goods and services (o.o )

Pariah's Keep probably has a shit ton of Precious Goods from various places.

Danny is become King?

If Danny becomes King... then the Zone will somewhat obey him. The Crown and Ring could EASILY tell him where the next natural portal is, where it opens up, and for how long. How many there are. Could probably make a few.

Probably WAS supposed to be making them. Consciously. But, well, Coma(tm).

Would probably count as Kingly Duty to filter and collect. Clean Ecto goes out for souls that remain, a Gateway home for those that wish to LEAVE, so forth and so on.

Effectively, being The Grim Reaper. You don't CAUSE Death. You just guide the way home. If folks so choose.

And that's neat! Horrifying, but neat! And Danny can TOTALLY see how it would eventually drive him completely breakfast cereal fruity nuggets! LUCKILY, he's got a vaguely bro's/Mentor thing going with the ghost who has ALL OF POSSIBLE TIME flowing through HIS head! So Danny should be Gucci!

The headaches suck though.

But WHAT... to do with all this Gold and valuable Space Goods? Most of these aren't even recognized currency on earth! Like the Shells. You could buy a mansion with one of those... on the right planet. On Earth? Pretty paperweight. Hmmmm >.>

Wait.

WAIT!

<o> *points to top of head!* CROWN! It can? Predict and make PORTALS!

Portals lead any WHERE and any WHEN!

:O

Gold... can be exchanged for goods and services. He remembers, holding a gold brick, about to eat so, SO much pizza.

But WAIT! I hear you wondering! Surely, you mean? Within his past? The history and region of space he knows, right? Ha ha :) Nope! Cowards.

Danny is on the alien otter's planet, trading those sweet, sweet Shells for some snacks no human could eat and a shawl for his sister! He's hiding, badly, behind a food stall in the Martian market place. Hoping future hero J'onn Johnes doesn't notice him.

Lying to the Space Cops, bout where his untraceable Space Money came from, on an alien trading satellite. The Green Lantern's not buying it. Oh noooo >.> sudden Fright Knight. Looming Menacingly by the loading doooocks. Everyone's upset! Definitely not related to him! Better go check on that! :) *gets the heck out of dodge* (my king. Please stop using me as a distraction.) (No promises)

But! It's all fun and games? Until your human friends get sick. Like... REALLY sick.

And then you suddenly remember time and space mean nothing to you. One 15 minute flight that way, two doors, a quick flight of stairs, and a literal child's play place slide? You could be in the 32nd century.

That disease is AT BEST, an unpleasant afternoon, there.

Here, your friend could die.

You trade a student two Spanish dubloons. They have no idea what they are. Just like the look of them and know they're real metal. They walk into the pharmacy for you. Don't question your "social experiment paper" lie.

You're back in less then an hour.

The screaming argument about ethics and mortality lasts hours.

She still takes the medicine. Gets better. Won't talk to you for months. Because why does HER life matter more? Why bend the rules for HER? And you can't bring yourself to say what pulses as Truth from both Crown and Ring.

You could because she didn't Matter. Time... would not notice, nor change. She was in no way pivotal to the flow of history, must one more ant beneath its unrelenting march. Mattering only because those who love her CARE. Because one or two little things might change for the better.

But it takes the shine off of it, a little.

Being able to go to the FUTURE. Watch movies and see aliens and humans alike in the crowd. Read books and dance to songs from people who won't be born for hundreds of years. Eat snacks from the farthest reaches of the cosmos. Or the early BCs!

And that's BEFORE other time travelers clock him as That Shopping Guy. The one who keeps popping up... buying things. For what? Unknown. Probably dinner. Half the time it's food. Trinkets. Once it was a really, REALLY nice goat. (His aunt was THRILLED.)

It probably drives Bart crazy. Because NO ONE knows anything about the guy? Everyone just universally goes "oooh yeah! HIM! Yeah, he sure does Exsist(tm). Very... present and exsistant." Like that's not CRAZY! He has so many question. So Many! What is he even BUYING!? Why? Is there an order? Or is he winging it?!

*pulls out list* he needs ANSWERS!

@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ AS YOU WISH ꒱ DILUC RAGNVINDR X READER

warnings ⟢ minors do not interact—i will block you! bondage. slight dubcon (but not really...trust). cunnilingus. reader has a vagina, wears panties, is shorter than diluc, and is referred to as “dearest” once.

word count ⟢ 952

notes ⟢ this fic is part of @ficsforgaza’s kinktober event! my prompt was diluc + bondage. i want to give a HUGE thank you to my beloved zebra (@tartagliove) for the beautiful redraw of darknight hero diluc in the banner. ze—i’m in awe of your talent, and i feel honored to have your artwork at the top of my fic!

The sounds of gore cease suddenly.

You hold your breath and listen, straining to hear signs of who won the battle. Tendrils of smoke drift into the air and the ripe stench of death coats your tongue; gooseflesh skitters across your limbs. When the blindfold is ripped from your head, you let out a shriek, chest heaving as you regain composure. A mere pace from you is a masked figure who is renowned in Mondstadt, more legend than man: the Darknight Hero.

His entire body is obscured by an inky cloak, a birdlike mask covering all but the lower half of his face. A shock of crimson hair is gathered high into a ponytail at his crown, his tresses a cascade of flames that lick down his neck and back. His irises are the same color: the glowing embers of a dying fire, sparking hot then fizzling out.

Before you can so much as thank him, he gestures to your arms. They are bound with rope that looks like it was dipped in the cosmos—indigo charmeuse pinpricked with wandering stars—intricately woven with Abyssal magic to suspend your wrists above your head.

“It’s going to be a while until that magic wears off.”

His voice is rich and flinty; it reminds you of charcoal. When his gaze flickers to your flimsy nightwear, you squirm against your restraints, acutely aware of your vulnerability.

“What would an Abyss Herald want to do with you, I wonder?” The hero slowly circles you, appraising, an umbertail falcon stalking his prey. “You have no vision. And you certainly aren’t prepared to fight.” A gloved fingertip, sooty with ash and ichor, grazes the hem of your shorts—much too close to your inner thigh.

“Is this an interrogation?” you snap. “Because I’d also love to know why I’m here.”

An amused smile tugs at the man’s lips. He’s so near that you can see the puckered flesh of a scar that cuts across his cheek; he grasps your chin with surprising gentleness. While his words are terse, they drip with honey. “You’re a mouthy one, hm? So tell me, then,” he pulls your shorts down and they fall to your ankles, a digit moving to stroke the waistband of your panties, “were you touched here?”

“S-stop,” you stutter, swallowing thickly. “This hardly seems appropriate for the hero of Mondstadt.”

One strong hand steadies your waist while the other pets the pubic hair that curls out from beneath your lacy briefs. He chuckles and leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear in a whisper, “Are you claiming you don’t want this?”

From the moment you first spied the tall, broad figure of your savior, a simmering warmth ignited in your belly, kindling into a roaring fire. Lust seeps through the thin garment that barely preserves your modesty, clinging to your labia. Even in the dim, flickering light of the room, your need is apparent in your smoldering stare and spit-slick pout.

Swiftly, he withdraws. “I will not stoop so low as to force myself on—”

“Don’t play the proper gentleman all of a sudden. Touch me.”

Without another word, the Darknight Hero drops to his knees. His eyes are a dusky glass of dandelion wine, drinking you in as he mouths at your clit through sopping fabric, his tongue pressed flat, savoring your arousal. But he doesn’t tease you for long; he tears off your final layer and discards it like an afterthought, humming at the sight of your exposed cunt. The stubble on his cheek scrapes the plush of your thighs as he spreads your legs. You wobble with the movement, the rope burning your wrists as your arms stretch uncomfortably.

A sweet peck to your clit is your only warning before he slips between your folds. He starts with tender licks and caresses, occasionally dipping down to lave at your hole, then returning to where you need him most, sloppily sucking until your head grows fuzzy with pleasure. You try to focus on and decipher the patterns that his slippery muscle weaves. His mouth melds perfectly with your heat, and his deep, rumbling groans heighten your bliss.

But your shoulders ache, and you’re worried that your ankles are going to give out on you.

“Diluc,” you whimper.

In an instant, your husband stands up—chin dewy with your desire. He rips off a glove and singes the rope; your body floods with relief as your arms fall slack. He removes his mask to reveal his drawn expression: brow furrowed and jaw firmly set. “I pushed you too far,” he states, examining the bands of raw flesh that encircle your wrists.

You shake your head vehemently. “No—not at all. I agreed to this, you know.”

His visage softens with your reassurance, though his eyes still shine with concern. He presses a featherlight kiss to each of your injuries. “Shall we return home? I’d like to get some salve on your wounds as soon as possible. In fact, I may visit Sucrose for a fresh jar. Of course I won’t detail what happened or why we need the salve...”

Diluc’s anxious rambling trails off, and he soaks in your palpable irritation as you frown.

“What is it, dearest?”

“Well, I was hoping the Darknight Hero would finish what he started,” you huff, ignoring the heat that blooms in your face at the admission.

“Oh,” he smirks, stepping closer, “is that right?”

“Don’t make fun of me—I’ll make you regret it.”

“I would never dream of such a thing.”

“So…” You press your palms to his chest, rising to your toes. “You’ll take me up to Mr. Ragnvindr’s study, hero?”

His lips ghost yours, sticky, heady with you. “As you wish.”

[fishermanshook]

SHELLS BY THE SEASHORE.

( Shelly Fossilian ) + gn!toon!reader

✶˖*°🐚 ࿐ pfp/ icon by: jaywuzheree on tt , dw’s dating h/c’s , not pre-read , possible ooc-ness , small size intended , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

To love someone means to embrace them exactly how they are, flaws and all. You’ve had no problem with this, and neither has your loving girlfriend.

꒰wc꒱ n/a

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN has always been one to put others before herself. Whether that be making sure everyone’s at full health or giving up her tapes to stop Dandy from twisting make Dandy happy, the shell’s taking care of the wellbeing of her friends first —so obviously that doesn’t stop when it comes to you. Hell, her selflessness only grows drastically when she’s by your side.

☆ It’s not the hardest to tell she’s got the hots for you, especially when you’re always the first person getting boosted when on a machine. She tries not to make it so obvious, even when she’s not in your line of sight, but it’s legitimately SECONDS after you touch the damn thing. The purple aura surrounding you and Shelly’s eager little giggle is all you hear before she disappears. [ it’s the cutest thing ever I swear. ]

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN who isn’t one to shy away from making it known that you’re her one and only. From matching dinosaur bracelets that Cosmo and Sprout helped her to make to the affectionate nicknames you both have for each other, it's plain to see that the two of you are more then engaged with each other.

⤷ There was a time where Shelly hadn’t been careful enough, and had the bracelet break in front of her eyes the moment the elevator door closed, leaving the beads and charms scattered across the hardwood tiles of floor twenty four. She was devastated, and Tisha had to help her calm down, tell her that there’s no possible way you’d break up with her just because the friendship bracelet had shattered.

And of course you weren’t mad, you’d never be, especially at an unfortunate accident like that. You instead purposed the idea of making new, much more adorable matching bracelets for the two of you. Something that better reflected your new found relationship with each other.

“You sure y-you’re fine with it?” Shelly muttered out, still recovering from the past run.

“I’d be more than happy to re-create them, and they can be new this time! We’ll spice ‘em up so that they match again.” You reply back, huffing when Shelly comes to hug you tightly. You flash a small smile to Tisha standing not too far away, one that says a small “thank you” for her help earlier. The tissue box can only snicker lightly to herself before carrying on wards to her room.

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN who is just a sucker for any form of physical contact with you. Surprise hugs from the back are her go to for when you’re not looking, and cuddling till the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms? Must be Toon Heaven for this girl.

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN who just can’t help but hold onto every piece of love you’ve given her. The shells sentimental to a fault, and she can’t find it in herself to get rid of every little treasure you’ve given her, even before the two of you started dating. It might be an old hoodie you once left at her place and never went back to retrieve, or a pretty tube of mascara left stranded on the vanity in her room. Whatever it may be, she holds onto it like it’s the last piece of you she’ll ever get.

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN just can’t help but ramble and ramble and info dumb on your 24/7, 365. To the average toon, this would’ve drove them crazy out of their MIND annoyed, but you stay silent as she chirps away about the newest facts on Theropods and such. It’s cute, and seeing Shelly being so passionate about the one thing she adores with all of her heart [ besides you ] makes you adore her even more.

⤷ On a side note, you’re constantly heading to Gardenviews ginormous library, containing information on a wide variety of topics you hadn’t even know about. There’s no need for Brightney to guide you over to the dinosaur section —that you’ve been able to locate on your own for quite a while now— and it’s always where you find Shelly, cooped up on her favorite teal beanbag, nose deep in Dinosaur facts. It’s not until you find yourself on a similar pink beanbag does she take note of your presence, scooting herself closer to you so you’ll be able to read together. Truly though? You’re just here to be in her presence, and that’s all you need.

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note: hi and HELLO DANDY’S WORLD FANDOM !! I have come to write for this new and blossoming fandom here on tumblr, and to give you all a warm welcoming gift, I bestow to you a Shelly x reader fic :3 There will be more to come soon, but it’s nice to be here 😽

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[seat-safety-switch]

If there is a truly painful part of our current existence, it is the decline of our most trusted brands. Venture capital scum are buying up the companies that made all of your dad's favourite junk, slapping the name on some absolute shit to make a quick buck, and then escaping with the profits to the cosmos.

Many of us grew up staring at the tools that our parents used. That kind of youth exposure – being forced through continuous exposure – trained us to know that these are the Good Tools. They will not let us down, not like the common garden-variety horseshit that clogs the shelves, in their ugly generic boxes. So it's extra harmful when their modern incarnations don't stand up to this childhood idyll.

Those of you who are regular readers of Adbusters will criticize us for ever trusting a brand name. And it's easy to see why, once you've been condescended at for long enough to understand what marketing has done to the human soul. These names mean nothing, and are easily manipulated by evil moneymen to induce an emotional attachment in the population rather than cold, hard, logical thinking.

The rest of us, who are apparently not visiting this cursed Earth from the halcyon era of late 2005, will waste at least two hundred dollars over the course of our lives. We do so by buying one of four identical piece-of-shit toy vacuums cynically wearing the Shop-Vac® name – at least twice – in case the first one was just a fluke. And it's not just sucky tubes that suck now: every brand with significant goodwill from the days of yesteryear is a victim of this. It's hard not to feel cheated.

There is good news, though. Paradoxically, it is now the ugly, dollar-store no-name brands that are pretty good. It's because those brands now mostly consist of the Taiwanese factories that got stiffed by these same vampire assholes in the first place. It turns out they make a pretty good power tool, too, as long as you're willing to buy them from Qwijibo Heavy Fabrication through a series of shell corporations, top-secret dead drops, and the sacrifice of a goat. I personally cannot wait the remaining six months to get my hands on a Qwijibo Throb-Master 9000, because I have a lot of mouse nests to pull out of my dad's old Ford. I'd buy a new one, but it's built like shit.