#foolish with a goddess s/o

[jamil-s-wifey]

Howdy~! Loved your writing! Can I request a fluff/angst scenario in which Jamil Viper suddenly had a nightmare of hurting his fem! s/o during his Overblot and when he wakes up, he quickly rushes over to Ramshackle to check on her, make sure she’s okay? Please and thank you!

Hi, hello hun! Thank you very much, I'm glad my writing brings a smile to people's faces! I love writing comfort fics, so this is right up my alley! Every comfort twst fic has been consumed by yours truly! I hope you enjoy!

WARNING: Dead bodies and mildly gruesome imagery. I kind of went overboard with the nightmare portion-

Drip drip drip

The only sound which could reach his ears was the incessant dripping of ink, covering the ground beneath his feet.

Slithering snakes obscured his peripheral vision, red hot rage filled his veins. The school was in shambles, in every corner there were bodies littering the ground - weakened and malnourished students, who lost their lives under his fanatic dictatorship.

He was the master, but the master of what? Of ruins, of a rotting building, of a dying student body, controlled against their will, of darkened cold nothingness hidden behind lavish feasts and glittering gold. And then there was you - his jewel in the rough, his biggest treasure, kneeling before him, eyes filled with hatred, fear... and exhaustion. You dared not look him in the eyes, but your downward gaze spoke volumes - the love of his life who refused to succumb to her master's wishes.

"Pitiful. You keep disobeying your master. Haven't I taught you manners?"

You refused to answer him, gaze never leaving the ground.

"My treasure, have I not given you everything?" His voice lowered threateningly. "Or perhaps you'd choose to follow in your classmate's footsteps. Perhaps it was foolish of me to believe you'd be anything different than those mindless slaves."

You didn't answer.

"Or perhaps they've contaminated your brain. That must be it, why else would you refuse so adamantly the life of a goddess. Oh, my love, we must cure you."

He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up. On instinct, you closed your eyes, refusing to catch his gaze.

"Smart little girl." He whispered in your ear. His snakes left painful bitemarks on your skin - covering older ones who'd begun to fade.

That's how it had been for a while - you'd lost track of time. He'd call upon you, lavish you in expensive jewellery, feeding you feasts made by the bloodied hands of your classmates, whisper sweet nothing in your ears. Then he'd get angry at your lack of response and throw you away, leaving you alone in your chambers.

Only this time, it was different.

"Perhaps I should turn to a more radical form of treatment?" His strong hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing.

Your breath became ragged, strained.

"You chose this. I am merely delivering."

You grasped his hand, trying to wiggle away, but it was useless. You felt the ink on his hand seep into your skin and clothes, contaminating your very being.

Your gaze slowly faltered, eyes closing, before he threw you on the ground.

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As the heavy thud reached his ears he opened his eyes, frantically looking around. He was in his room, it was the middle of the night. He was sweaty, breath ragged. He'd fallen off his bed and that's what woke him up. He searched around for any indication that indeed it was all just a nightmare. With trembling hands he pushed himself up to sit on his bed. His hair was a mess, his heart was beating so loud he felt it might burst through his chest. He felt sick to the stomach, a twisted feeling of guilt, despair and disgust eating at his very core.

His gaze turned to the framed picture on his bedside table. It was you two, on your visit to the Scalding Sands, your arms are wrapped around him and a cheerful smile graced your features.

Was that smile...even real? Or were you being controlled?

Without thinking, he grabbed his shoes and sprinted out of his room, dead set on seeing you, rules be damned.

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You were woken up by a hurried, frantic knocking on Ramshackle's front door. You slowly got up, cautiously making your way to the entrance. Even though you knew it couldn't be anybody threatening, besides you had the ghosts and Grim as back up, a little caution never hurt anybody.

What you didn't expect to see is your frazzled boyfriend, engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug the moment you opened the door.

"Whoah, Jamil. Are....are you okay?" You gently hugged him back, fingers gliding through his hair, untangling any knots he might have.

He didn't respond, instead pulling back to look you in the eyes. You looked at him dead in the eyes, no fear or disgust in your gaze whatsoever. All he saw was worry and perhaps curiosity. His eyes were glassy with untold emotions, gaze heavy with guilt.

"M-may I come in?" He inwardly cursed himself for stuttering.

"Of course, you can. Come in, come in." You grabbed his hand, leading him to your couch. "What happened? Here. I'll get you some water, did you sprint here?"

Before you could get up, he pulled you to him, hands gently cradling your face.

"Jamil, my love." You breathed out, reaching out to cup his face, "Did you perhaps have a nightmare?"

His guilt-ridden gaze moved to the floor. Somehow, only from you, he couldn't hide a single thing.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He wasn't sure what to answer. Now that he was with you and his head had cleared up, he realised how bizarre the situation was. Of course it was a nightmare.

But that didn't get rid of the weight on his heart.

"I... dreamed of my overblot. I saw... destruction everywhere. And I was hurting you. Constantly. And the fear in your eyes, it looked so real. I -" he sighed deeply. "You died... By my hands." He felt a lump forming in his throat.

"Oh, Jamil."

"And I know it's just a dream, I know but-" he couldn't keep talking. It all overwhelmed him so much.

"Jamil."

"S/O, I-"

"Jamil!"

He snapped out, turning to you.

"Jamil, I have never, ever, for a single moment, felt afraid or disgusted around you. Your overblot happened, we can't change that, but you didn't hurt me. You didn't then. And you haven't since. And I know very well, that you'd never intentionally hurt me in any way. I trust you and I feel safe around you."

He let out a shaky breath. "How do you know you're not being controlled even right now?" It was stupid of him to ask, but his mind wasn't letting him rest.

"Jamil, both you and I know you can't keep using your unique magic indefinitely. So far, every single thing I've done, I've done on my own accord."

"And you don't fear me..?"

You looked at him dead in the eyes, with the most unwavering, serious gaze you could muster.

"How could I fear the man I love?"

He pulled you in for a gentle kiss, which he poured all of his emotions into.

"I promise you, I won't let any harm come your way, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and content, and free." He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Love, you sound like you're about to propose." You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

A small smile graced his features. "Perhaps in the future.", He thought to himself.

"How about we go back to bed, you are most certainly staying the night here, mister. I'll be right next to you when you wake up."

"I'm sorry for barging in at such an ungodly hour."

"Oh, shut up~. You know you're always welcome here, and besides, I'd always prefer to have you next to me when I sleep."

He didn't really understand what he did to deserve you, but you were his beacon of light and he swore to treasure you and keep you safe for as long as you let him.

[isa-ghost]

Would go crazy over any q!phil hc's, but may I request some about phil's harem I mean qsmp server polycule?

OHOHOHOHO YOU'RE INDULGING MY STUPID SILLY HAREM. YESSS.

Previous qPhil Headcanons

SO ANYWAY. QPHIL AND HIS INNATE TALENT FOR PULLING BAD BITCHES ON ACCIDENT.

Reiterating initial mentions of this for context:

--He's married to the Goddess of Death (Kristin) and Missa (a reaper). He's also fuckbuddies with Fit (no one can look at their interactions & tell me there's no homo there) and Etoiles. Strictly fuckbuddies; Fit has something blooming with Pac, and Etoiles is aromantic. --Everyone who Knows(tm) about the polycule has turned calling it a harem into an inside joke they only reference when Phil either isn't around or isn't paying attention enough to be like WHAT. --In fact, it's unfolded into a sort of joke folklore around Phil made up by the islanders closest to him that he has this inexplicable charm to him that makes any man-attracted person weak in the knees. (Baghera totally started it. Cellbit, Foolish, & Fit perpetuated it & it spread from there) --All this fruity silliness in mind, I have no fucking clue what queer label I'd slap on Phil, if one at all. Part of me wants to claim him as pansexual bc I'm Pansexual So Therefore So Is My Cubito + the way he'd explain how he experiences romantic & sexual attraction is exactly what I described *my* exp as in high school and my friend was like "yeah that's pansexual." But I also feel like Phil's the kind of guy to purposely not define his sexuality & remain an enigma both as a "mind your business" & a "It's Funny To Not Elaborate" thing. (As of rn I'm rolling with "he's pansexual but in a font you've never seen before")

S O

Obv Mrs. Goddess of Death Kristin came first, she's been with him since long before Quesadilla Island. Strangely enough, she can't recall too much prior to the island just like Phil, but there's no way the Feds know she exists let alone know how to fuck up the memory of a deity. But yeah, she was his first & is his ONLY romantic dynamic within his weird polycule

She's an avid fan of Phil being his best unintentional whore self with them nice ass shoulders on display all the time and that accidental man magnet charm. Loves watching him pull bitches nonstop without even realizing. And loves watching him be a total fruity dork with his besties. She knows if Phil was forced to choose ONE person out of the polycule to be monogamous with forever, he'd pick her. She's not worried at all about his yaoi island adventures

Next came Fit. Hough, what a man. They WERE, until recently, strictly fwb. They fucked nasty behind that gym and I'll die on that hill. The way they talk to each other sometimes? Big boy?? FitMC people are watching?? They fucked behind that gym. Their fwb was called off as soon as Fit got serious with Pac though. Phil was totally chill with it & actively encouraged it. He loves seeing Fit so invested in the romance he's got blooming. They're still more than friends, not lovers, but a secret third thing, the sexual aspect was just removed from the equation. Truly the most QPR of the polycule

Then came Missa. Oh Missa. Their dynamic IS platonic like Phil has stated & restated countless times, but Missa has a (not yet brought to Phil's attention) massive romantic crush on him. He hasn't spoken up yet to keep their relationship from getting rocky at all. But tbh that prob won't happen. They're platonic in the Kiss The Homies way. So what if they make out sometimes and are husbands? So what if they go on adventures that could be considered dates by some? They aren't a romantic relationship, even if Missa secretly kinda wants to be.

And finally, aromantic king Etoiles joined the fray. He and Phil started out as friends and that has Barely changed if at all, but sparring matches get a little too homoerotic sometimes and neither of them can resist the other when they're popping off extra hard. Things have. Escalated a few times. If yknow what I mean. Of all Phil's harem members polycule partners, he & Etoiles have absolutely ZERO emotional investment in the Spicy(tm) things they do together. It's simply a very intimate way of showing each other their respect & admiration for the other. What they have going on is a "*spanks you* good game, let's hit the showers team" kinda deal. They're the type of mfs to finish in bed then shake hands like "gg." Casual sex is >>>> to these two, but it happens waaay less between them than it did Phil & Fit, Fitza was habitual. Codebreakers is a once in a while thing

Btw once Fitpac gets more stable together and whatnot, Fitza could potentially reignite with Pac's consent. That's the key to healthy poly, all parties are informed & consenting. Pac would be like. An honorary harem member. He & Phil would have absolutely 0 intimate relations, they're strictly friends in the most basic sense of the word. They just also fuck the same guy (& would totally talk about it together if alone)

Phil sometimes tries to gauge if Missa only likes men or if he likes women too. If he does, he's going to ask if he'd like to hear about his lord & savior, Big Woman(tm).

Etoiles has 100% asked Phil who fucks the best out of the polycule bc like everything else, it's a competition & he Must win, he Must have the best dick game. This amuses Phil very much

*incoherent but clearly passionate noises about how Phil hasn't done anything spicy with any of the polycule in a hot second because of Ender King Situation stress*

GOD he wants to open up to them about it so bad. Like yeah he did w Fit that one time but he didn't go into detail and hasn't said anything since and bc Phil is an idiot that feels guilty easily, he doesn't want to tell Fit more atm bc he doesn't want to dampen Fit's high spirits or take away his time with Pac

OK BUT CONSIDER: POLYCULE GROUP EFFORT TO GET THROUGH TO ENDER KING POSSESSED PHIL AND HELP HIM FIGHT OFF EK'S INFLUENCE. OUGH.

Phil attracted all four partners with his raw skill and talent btw. If you even care. Literally was just going about his business being himself and it bagged him three dudes in addition to the literal goddess he already had

Although his feelings are platonic, Phil is attracted to Missa because Missa is a) the other father of his children and b) such a genuine and sweet person. And funny, even if a lot of the times the reason he's funny is bc he's like 2 seconds from having a stroke over whatever shit he missed hitting the fan this time

Phil is attracted to Fit bc. Well. That's FitMC of 2b2t, baby. Raw skill and talent sees raw skill and talent. Fellow anarchist. Also muscles. And that razor sharp stare. Fit's just dreamy as hell ok, let a man drool a little

Phil is attracted to Etoiles the same way he's attracted to Fit, HOWEVER, the reasoning is different. Etoiles has raw skill and talent, but it's the way he wields it and demonstrates it that makes Phil wanna act up. Also Etoiles is fucking hilarious. Who can resist a good sense of humor? Those dramatics make Phil swoon

[starsologyy]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: confessing to someone you thought had also liked you back doesn’t seem to go as you planned. 

SERIES MASTERLIST

𝐍𝐎𝐕 𝟗 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕, 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[Y/N]’S DIARY. 

drafts of the chill wind flew amidst the showers of raindrops floating delicate in the sky, following the sunlight pouring into your room as it caresses your eye bags built from fatigue to awake you from slumber. Little to do as you now gazed at the ceiling, but part of you rather enjoyed the simpleness of it all. When streaks of sapphire mixed with violet to resemble a mix of a sea of flowers suddenly flutter past the roof you have mesmerized trance on, you realize a butterfly has taken a cozy habitat inside your room this very morning. Possibly to signify fast change on the slowest day you could ever dream of. It cracks a smile on your face nonetheless, and it causes you to wonder how city-folk lived without noticing these rather insignificant things. Stillness though of course, was never guaranteed in land where everybody must occupy their hands at a given moment; yet, little of their ambition still lays a chance to be better than the calmness of the dawn and the charm of nature you arise to

No better though to the haste of town, you’re a foolish girl who accompanied the moonlight to sooth its loneliness when the people and daylight rested outside your window. With your rigorous yet consistent scribbles on fresh white paper, school is what regretfully keeps you alive against will in this journey of these constant evenings. Hilarious of a joke it was to judge others for not enjoying peace when you yourself immersed in the opposite of it. Perhaps to fill the void of daytime noise, you usually caved in to call to the boy who lives opposite your bedroom window during those moments. He maintains stillness while solving his math homework, and you interrupt it with your reading of English homework. Ironic though you would describe it when he criticized the stress of it; yet, he was the one who kept you awake during these sessions. 

A sigh escapes your lips with the subject of these revelations.  

The result of this morning was from one of those same nights. ‘Ru’ you would usually murmur by now to wake him out of his sleep beside you. His full name’s ‘Suguru Geto’ and yet the childhood habit to call him your nickname lingers similar to how the scent of your dad’s coffee grounds does on your clothes when it seeps through the crack of your door every sunrise. The joy of familiarity and care you feel when participating in this habit admittedly makes you want to question why you do, but you decide not to.

 Suguru continues to lie in utter peace amidst your cotton comforters as you start to lose focus-ness to the abundance of your illusive thoughts at the moment. he had no plan to awaken anytime soon it seemed (despite your clock signaling 8 o clock last time you checked), so you were stuck at this very moment. Aside from the exams for university soon arriving and the studying that’s going to accompany it, you can't remember what else should occupy your head. It was on the rims of your lips, maybe even to the cuticles you probably shouldn’t pick. Ah, what could it be? Did something happen last night?

Oh!

 “Even when we watch these shitty dramas I think you’re still the prettiest girl.”

Oh yeah. That was what happened last night. Your childhood best friend told you that you were pretty while you guys were watching some cheesy kdrama in the middle of night. 

 7 hours ago, your brows scrunched at a scene where the main character rambled about how ugly she was even though she had appeared to be adorning at least 20 layers of makeup for that scene. And if that goddess said that, You were thinking, what were you then with all this acne and blemishes on your skin? You weren’t sure if you had been obvious to your own insecurities resurfacing at the time, but he clearly did. 

Because at that moment, Suguru had mumbled those 14 words which bought you out of them almost immediately . Only then you noticed how his eyes laid on you in a slow trance, pupils dancing and being mesmerized to survey from the softness of your pillowy lips to the way the crack of your delicate smile could even surpass the beauty of the sun itself. A gaze in his eyes that could lead you believing he found you prettier than that actress on tv in your wildest dreams. “—Don’t even need makeup honestly.” He even whispered afterwards, like he needed further to steal air out of your throat.

You try to reason that he was simply joking like those other times, but the way his cheeks remained flushed when you turned back to look, told you that you could never disregard this as a lie when you had all the evidence you needed. Some would consider this you simply being desperate, but you dared gained courage to argue that this night reminded you of the feelings you kept stored inside your heart. 

He was flustered before turning back to the TV.

 Lame (lack of) response yeah, but what a night it was, to be reminded of your insecurities, then to be reminded of your feelings for your childhood again. You had decided to forget about it at that late hour, afraid it would affect your studies for the exam in the  future.

But here you were this morning, again pondering upon possibilities that laid scattered behind the thinly veil of fate if you had even whispered that you heard the lowness of his utmost kindness. A lie to yourself, it was a crime to Suguru you committed last night. However, let’s say you suddenly confess the truth of always wanting to be more to him and he accepts it. If you had then entertained the fantasy of being the one beside him when he grows old and starts to wear knitted sweaters (you would be the one to do), what would it entail? You picked at the scenario in a manner similar to a loose stitch on your pajama sweater, but you couldn’t find con in any of those of domestic scenarios, leading to a conclusion that had caught up finally since its emergence from middle school.

    You still liked Suguru—hell, even loved Suguru. 

   Probably would even marry him based on that knitting scenario.

 Your heart lays intertwined with the mere existence of him; how its threads pull to every word he whispers to you, how it beats to the rhythm of his own, how it yearns to even be closer than what it seems right. You could recall every detail about him if he asked randomly, like how Suguru stared at you for hope every time he’s at a game even if he told you he wasn’t worried in the previous 10 minutes before, preferred to keep his meals separated by food group, and even hated wearing fuzzy socks because they’re itchy to him.

 Somewhere inside you knew as well that Suguru would be able to tell you the small things about yourself. You two knew each other like you were the only people alive at this movement, and yet you have always forbid yourself from ever telling him what you truly felt about him even when opportunities have risen since the moment you first met in elementary. 

To bathe in the naivety of adolescence, dancing amidst the winds of the fleeting carelessness this world gifts all at this era of time, your youth used to cradle significant hope that he would ever realize how your heart longed for his own. To age however is to be punished with the inevitability of truth, and why you had soon learned to forbid mention of those sentiments was so you could save your dying pride if he had even mumbled words resembling the idea of rejection. No matter how many shojos you could read in spare time, whimsical they would only ever be to give you hope that Suguru would regard you as someone prettier than the girls he witnessed everyday. Nothing rather special you were even past the idea of beauty, even lacking possession of talent that would’ve made you stand out in this world. It was selfless, righteous almost of you to keep this tenderness encaged in the vacancy of your heart if he meant he would receive better than what you and this small town could offer. 

Yet you question why you still didn’t feel good when he told you that he had to reside with his father up north for a while when both of you were eleven. Nauseous you remember feeling when he didn’t smile as if he was merely joking about this, that you would actually be alone once more while he was gone. The tears you wept and wailed when you tried to pull on his arm to not let him enter that car, all went to waste that day. However while he had whispered to you he’ll call you everyday, you were still too young to understand life without him to be content enough even with that claim of his.

Somehow after years you still remembered what Suguru said to you when he arrived home eventually, climbing out of the cramped van his mom could only afford with the little support she had from her job at the nearby tailor shop. You weren’t the first he approached because of the distance you attempted to have, but you never forgot the tears that aligned with the tiredness of his soft eyes when you two made the slightest of contact, like he had been waiting his lifetime for the gods to reward him this moment. Many things happened during his absence and you were tempted to leave them in the dust known as silence for the thought he wouldn’t care, and yet somewhere you knew that he would carry their burden as his own if it meant it would relieve the heaviness of your heart; so, you decide to tell him, and he broke. 

The worst of you he accepted with no hesitation. No matter how many times you had told him to leave you, pushed him and had him waiting on nobody to come out of the door, he would be there. Perhaps it was guilt for all that happened during his disappearance, but he never seemed exhausted dealing with your stubbornness. Suguru cradled your flaws like they’re what to praise, leaving you to break into the comfort of his arms eventually when your anger had ultimately grown dormant. The warmth of his chest and the gentle rubbing motion of his contrasting rough hands on your freckled back telling you that he would take anything you throw at him, and that he’ll be here to sooth them when you’re ready to. 

Somewhere in your soul yelled the reemergence of feelings for Suguru during the first couple of years, but you decided to bury it like the frog you dissected in biology at the time, so it could be forgotten for the sake of this preservation of joy. From there, High School emerged to be greater than middle school, in which meeting new friends, working at the part time restaurant, sampling the tastiest of treats at the nearby corner shops led time to pass the both of you so swiftly in a mere blink of an eye. 

 Eighteen the both of you now were, though, searching universities to eventually do their exams for. The two of you had planned the same university, but inside you knew you would have to settle for less, for he to be greater than you even in the intelligence you once had great ego in. Suguru will be accepted, and he’ll be ripped apart from your fragile grasp once more like you were the preteens from seven years ago. You had wanted to forget the inevitable, but it lays its hands around your neck to steal breath when you try to find even the slightest solace you’ll be able to pass the eventual exam of entering the same university as him. Fleeting it was to search for chance, you usually stuck to basking in the joy you found from spending time with him. But even this morning it suffocates you despite him being right beside you. 

Delusion you called it when you used to twirl a strand of your hair along your finger, daydreaming the day that he acknowledges you as a girl. Now that it happened just last night, your body instead remains planted in horror of learning how to face the unrest of the unknown mystery from your grasp. 

 You let a quiet sigh take the place of the plethora of words you would’ve wished to exasperate to Suguru’s ears if he was awake, to perhaps communicate acknowledgment of what worries lies beneath your own skin. Picking gently at thread sewn cheaply on your sheets, you hum rhythmic melody to decide what you shall do next to decide this heartbreaking fate. Coward as you could be, to perhaps leave it to fate, to let whatever chance that exists guide you both into whatever you’re meant to be. Yet, that didn’t feel right for once. Inside your conscience, you realize guilt would be all you knew from there on if you had let the fate of your ignorant silence hold your peace. And you realize you don’t think you can live with yourself if bitterness of regret was all you could taste on the very tip of your tongue.  

 So with that, you decide to marry yourself to the foolish phenomena known as risk at this very moment instead, letting the fleeting sensation of freedom seep deep into every pore of your flesh so you could perhaps have a chance at the semblance of satisfaction without regret for once. In short, you were going to tell Suguru you loved him to get it off your chest once and for all. When he woke up of course. 

“ I know I’m hot but staring at me while I’m sleeping is a little creepy you have to admit.” 

Fuck he’s awake. 

 Forcing your head to swiftly turn to whatever you could lay sight on at the moment, ready to deny his accusations with a playful remark you’ll come up with in under a millisecond, he takes you by awful surprise when he slightly lifts up his (notably well built) body to yours, holding you in his grasp. 

“Come on, only guilty people hide themselves. Never seen an innocent person hide.”

“Whatever.”

“What are you thinking about then?”

“Nothing. Promise.”

 “Yeah because ‘nothing’ would be you tossing around in bed like some fucking maniac.” He comments, “So tell me, what really has you tryna hide something from me if you’re thinking about it this hard? You don’t seem to be so innocent, you know.” He teases, accompanying it with a singsong-like voice, intentionally grating your nerves (even if you have to admit he was right about you lying.)

“University. we’ll be separated soon, you know? guess i’ve been a little worried.” your lips whispered finally, murmuring almost, the gentleness in the strings of words you chose so light that the currents of wind and sea decide to spare you the everlasting burden of those worries in their amazement, letting him sustain them all instead. You roll your eyes at the thought of telling yourself before you would confess the truth of your fondness, and yet here you are now, bothering him with meaningless concerns instead. “I’m not even that amazing or whatever. I can’t catch up to you even if I study twenty four seven for those exams.”

Suguru lied in thought for a moment seemingly, only to conceal the two of you from the world swiftly with his hands dragging the blanket to lie on top of you both. being under the sheets together like children, you dared turn your body to witness his stare on yours. selfish, you would call him when he appeared in your gaze completely, for him to then lower his head merely centimeters close to your own, curling slowly into the emptiness near your neck to hear even the slightest of hitches of your breath. “what the hell are you doing?—” 

There you realized the situation, that you were under the sheets with him, like children again, heart to heart, only centimeters away. 

You realize eventually that maybe those concerns weren’t meaningless. Meaningful they would be before you have to decide whether or not to admit that you want to be his as long as he’ll take you. Maybe you’ll find a flaw to make an issue out of, so you wouldn’t have to tell Suguru your feelings by excusing your cowardice with denial. 

 “Come on, you don’t think I’m letting you grow apart again, right. Right? Tell me.” he muttered, sparing no sense of embarrassment when he stared directly at you. Suguru’s kind, and he’s not making you feel awful. It’s the bare minimum but your  lips start to tremble when you leap faith to dare admit truth in the fragility yet seclusion of this makeshift “home” from others. “Ru, us growing apart is bound to happen.” you could almost feel a lake forming along your water lines, “so many things I just haven’t told you cause I don’t want you to know my secrets before you have to leave again. What’s the use of knowing something about my life?”

 “If you go to the university, I know you’ll join the basketball team and become a rich engineer with a spot on the national team probably later on.”  “I have nothing. Nothing is waiting for me like crap is for you. Don’t you understand that?”

An uncomfortable silence laced your room at the moment, and you could tell both of you lacked a chance of  falling asleep again to the melody of the hummingbirds outside anytime soon until an answer was said. You decide to arise out of the bundle of fabric, resting your back on the wooden headboard, trembling to find somewhere to hide the recency of the puffiness surrounding  your eyes. Suguru follows soon after, inching closer once more to find the dip of your hips to pull you beside him. Movements like these never seemed to confuse you in the past but now they left you restless once more. 

 “Jesus it’s okay to cry—but come on. That’s not going to help make you feel any better.” He grumbled, ruffing your hair in the large palms of his hand. “You’re not going to suddenly end up fucked up after highschool.” Suguru flicks your forehead, “And I’m not going to just suddenly disappear, even when you think you might not get into that university.”

 “Don’t worry about things you know I’ll be there for. What’s the point of crying when things fix themselves? A uni doesn’t do shit anyways. You’ll find something more worth crying about eventually.” 

 Suguru’s voice attempts to stay brave in the face of your fears when he says this; however its fragility you can tell cracks when it forces his own terror urges to release  its ugly head. You can tell a part of him didn’t know the truth of it all, but he was willing to be dishonest if it meant you would even crack the slightest of a smile.  Man a being who lives his life full of righteousness in his veins with sureness in every word he calls out, he tries to make things right when he knows it has been wronged.  Suguru lives his life no different than who he is as this being, assuring you endlessly like he had eternity to spare if it meant your happiness would be guaranteed. Especially after his plenty of mistakes that had convinced you he would disappear again, he seemed to have precaution when it came to your worries. It makes you happy, admittedly, the thought of your existence being so persistent in his head that he bends over spine and sanity to give what your heart pleases. His values of truth and righteousness seemed to pale in value when it was your joy on the line, and the cynical pleasure of knowing that becomes obvious where you now have a lopsided grin on your face.

 “Guess someone’s believing me now since you’re smiling like an idiot now. I missed that smile, you know?” Suguru chuckles, pinching your cheek in his hand to ignite a somehow wider grin on you. “Very cute–” he closes his eyes, extending his sentence; “For an annoying ass motherfucker—”, he ends off, even cackling afterwards at the frown that quickly approaches your face afterwards.

 “Whatever.” You punched gently at his chest, resting your hands in your lap before your eyes strayed off to the nature outside your window, letting him catch his breath after his (not) humorous joke on you. He seemed to relieve your main concerns before confessing, so there shouldn't be anything left to prevent you from saying anything finally.  Your senses seem to heighten out of their fright though at the thought of doing so, and at its pinnacle you could almost hear every slight movement of the strawberry clock on the beige wall as if every click it made represented a skipping beat inside your running heart.  Soon, after a minute now passes by, you now decide  you’re going to wait for some form of sign to appear. Something to push you out of this standstill state. (Perhaps) Luckily for you though, amidst the golden and bitter caramel leaves of Autumn, a certain butterfly appears anew to seize your wandering sight with its cerulean hue, fluttering wings that behold their spectacular gradient of iridescent indigo. It seems to call out to you to speak this truth or you will be forced forever to hold an insincere notion of peace. In your very own nature all you knew was to be awfully rash, so you decide to listen to the creature's outcries to the end. Its presence plans to be the fragment of fate’s will for you to do this, so you enact it finally. 

“Geto Suguru, I like you.” 

His eyes widened, but his lips remained glue you think since you heard nothing after you shut your eyes to avoid having to see whatever face may appear. You’re not sure if the butterfly has left your side, yet you don’t seem to stop or stumble somehow, letting the flow of adrenaline take over you.

“I really really like you Suguru. And I'm not talking about a stupid school crush either—but I love you so much that I hope we’ll get married in a flower area in this shitty countryside—and I was being a pussy to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin whatever we had before university—” your hands start to bunch the bed sheets, “And if everything is so easy for you to understand and you can say that say you’ll be with me all of the time, is this really that surprising to hear?—” You had plans to continue on with this rant, but it’s clear he had different ones when he suddenly places his lips on yours.

Geto Suguru, your childhood best friend, was kissing you at this moment.

How the nerves contained inside your very veins freeze as if they were exposed to the harshness of the  autumn breeze outside; yet, they can’t resist leaning into the warmth of Suguru’s touch when his fingertips simply dance on your exposed skin. They leave crackles of sudden warmth almost when they move and make their way further down your waist, defrosting any nervousness hidden inside you. And with little to hold back, you continue to press the softness of your lips further into his, enjoying the delicate sensation of how they connect like they were puzzles in a set out of the million you desperately search for. When he kisses you, you realize Suguru seems to desperately try to continue apologizing for all of the tears and years he left you, the months and the days where he left you abandoned to what lies in the vastness of this world.  Suguru kisses you familiarly like you were his wife, and he has finally returned for the fourth lifetime you guys share so he can meet you and marry you. 

 All of this in the mere seconds he continued, to then simply pull apart after almost a minute or two it felt like.  He looks almost relieved for a moment, only for his brows to furrow as he jumps out of bed to find the beater of a tank top he left on your bed last night. Muttering from multiple curses stringing his rigids breaths, he forces on the baggy jeans he wore yesterday, only to tighten his leather belt a second later, leaving you no crevice of instant to even ask or stop him. 

To find meaning of this, shouldn’t it be obvious he had accepted whatever scraps of a confession you gave him? Why would have he kissed you if he hadn’t meant to say yes? Questions of those nature form inside your throat, and you knew you lacked maturity at 18 when you decided to lace the words with venom in the hurt you were bathed in, from the possibility he didn’t accept these feelings despite stealing your first kiss. Even your naivety proved itself true from the way the tears of your frustration started to swell within your water lines. But all of those things didn’t matter if you could only figure how everything suddenly went south as if suddenly your words don’t even matter anymore when he’s about to reach the golden knob of the wooden door. 

 “Wait so this means you like me? Come on, you kissed me back! At least tell me. You were so fucking ironic on making me tell you how I felt so at least tell me how you do.” You call, standing up to now chase after him before pulling on his arm. 

Suguru stops. 

He stands still for a moment, deciding to give you the decency of his direct attention. You should’ve been glad for that. But what he says afterwards, you wish he had spared you a saint’s mercy to leave you clueless. 

 “I don’t. I could never love you. Forget that kiss. It was a mistake. All it was.” He almost raises his voice when he says this, making sure every single fragment of your soul hears his regret in agreeing to whatever spell you had put him under at that moment.  Suguru loses the warmth he once had in his touch before he tugs away from your grasp once more, likely to escape to the  downstairs of your house. 

You knew it was no use to cry, how he wouldn’t magically accept your feelings even if you had a tantrum right there and then, but you couldn’t help but let droplets about a river's amount run down your cheeks. There was nothing left to say now clearly. No words in the immense vocabulary of the world to convince him to stay. Silence had carried itself to be all that the air contained now, leaving it to be heavy as you had anticipated to soon hear the sound of the door opening and closing from his departure. The silence cuts itself though when you hear Suguru whisper under shallow breath.

“Don’t cry over me you know, just, let’s pretend it didn’t happen. Please. Can’t bear to see you cry.” 

 A scoff releases amidst the chokes bunched in your throat at that statement, but your heart betrays you when your tears seem to dry to mist as his hand reaches to sooth the top of your heart. Its weight leaves after a blink, and then you hear a rushed sorry, the sound of the door closing follows it. 

 “Go. Go away.” You manage the guts to spit despite the lack of  his presence in this inhospitable space. With nothing else to do, you decide to see if your friends were somehow awake this morning to go bother, hurriedly throwing pillows to the ground in search for your almost dead phone most likely. You locate it finally, and you plan to call the two friends you knew were definitely up by the way they texted you and Suguru last night to come visit in the morning. 

Maybe they were expecting Suguru to come with you, but no way in hell. 

“Hey, Can I come over later? Before 10? Happy birthday by the way, Kana.” You say when they pick up the call, trying to clear the congestion in your chest to not make the breakdown you had a moment before so obvious. Kana. Your other best friend. Satoru, your very close friend. Surely both of them had space for you even before the agreed meet up time.

 And luckily for you, they did have space by the way their voices reach a pitch no like other to say of course you could. You’re quick to say thanks and end the call, collapsing to sit against the wall of this tiny bedroom. Kana’s birthday gifts remain stagnant on the shelves of your wall to remind you to take it when it leaves, but it serves to leave you in the agony of the misfortune that your first ever rejection came from her older brother. 

 How would you even tell Suguru’s sister and best friend that you tried telling him about your longtime crush? You would have to figure that out before nine o'clock, and with about thirty minutes to spare, you take the liberty to scream into the pillow with your back facing the ceiling for a good chunk of the time about it. Like a child you kicked and yelled to seemingly no end, possibly hoping that somewhere inside the wretchedness barely held behind the cages of your ribs, Suguru would hear this anguish you’re going through and finally tell you he was simply joking in the end; however, the room remains silent. 

 All that could ever have a hint of sound now came from the emerging fragments of your thoughts, how they attempt to consume woe to dare convince you that this was the right thing. for the better of it, of course. it couldn’t be you in the end if Suguru had desired success. Yet, somewhere inside the unfurling chaos in which you start to pick at the skin at the tips of your fingers, you start to sob once more. If he was doing the right thing, why was it hurting so much? 

Almost fifteen minutes later, gravity seems to have abandoned you when you force yourself  to rise from the wrinkled sheets you ruined and your knees can barely stand straight; however, your hurt forces you to find something decent to wear despite this fatigue, likely out of the consolation that “you didn’t need his validation anyways”. You then tie your sneakers as you stare out to gauge what weather you’ll curse (the one you realize you have dressed too thin for), and that’s when you witness a familiar presence from before. 

Because in your hurt, you somehow see the same butterfly from this morning flap its wings again, now taking haste to depart from the still it once occupied. 

[fateinthestars]

So supposedly wip Wednesday is a thing? Seen it occasionally on the dash and just had a very brief look at the tag. So... anyone fancy some snippets from my WIPs this time instead of just the titles? Here goes then...

1. Rifts (Prince!Tauxolouve/Goddess!Reader)

Late one afternoon an emergency meeting was called. The positioning of the stars had moved, confusing humans down on the Earth below which meant only one thing: Heaven’s Rift was finally upon the Heavens once more.

Tauxolouve seemed quiet as the other members of Wishes and Punishments discussed between themselves the potential dangers that might arise from the rift affecting the Heavens. 

Stepping away from the others, you approached your boyfriend with concern. “Lou?” You asked softly. “Is there something on your mind?”

“Look into my eyes.”

You blinked, but did as he asked, your eyes widening at what you saw. “That’s not your constellation mark, so that means…”

“It’s the mark of the King, yup,” Tauxolouve muttered, glancing uneasily to the side. “Dad always told me what to look for so the minute we knew Heaven’s Rift was upon us I deliberately took a closer look.”

2. What the Future May Bring (Huedhaut/MC)

“Why are you up here anyway? I would have thought Karno would have understood if you stepped back for today, even if that rabid Lion would not…”

Pausing as he had been about to walk away, Huedhaut flinched. That was exactly what he had hoped Zyglavis would not have bought up. “I am going to the throne room.”

Zyglavis scowled, finally meeting the others' gaze fully. “Do not do anything foolish.”

Huedhaut ignored him and quickly headed away from the other.

After requesting an audience with the King, Huedhaut wasn’t quite sure whether to be relieved or concerned that the other had agreed to see him so readily. Taking a deep breath he stepped through the door to the throne room.

“Huedhaut, for you of all Gods to demand an audience with me there must be something troubling you.”

Seeing the frown on the King’s face, Huedhaut instead averted his gaze to the floor. “Your Highness, I am aware I have no right to ask anything of you, but…”

“I cannot raise the Goldfish if that is what you are going to ask.”

Huedhaut looked back up, his expression hard to read. “It is not. I suspected if I came in here and asked that we would be back to our discussion from before and that is not what either of us want.”

“O ho? So what are you suggesting then?”

“... I would like to fall from grace.”

3. Untitled (Huedhaut/Karno)

Karno for once was not able to smile. “We never stopped looking,” he muttered, his voice choked. 

“I… my power… is…” Huedhaut struggled to form a sentence, though he was feeling relieved. If this was his vision he couldn’t see anything pertaining to death which would mean he didn’t die here. However, that did not necessarily mean he was out of danger yet. 

“Here, drink this,” Karno murmured softly, helping him to sit up a little. 

Huedhaut just about managed to gulp down the liquid. He looked thoughtfully at the other. “Was that… for restoring energy? I’m hardly sure that…”

“I enhanced it and it won’t hurt,” Karno muttered. “Please do not exert yourself. We can talk later. Let’s get you home.”

The God of Aquarius shuddered at the word home, it finally becoming apparent that this nightmare was actually over. “Karno…”

Worried, Karno forced a smile. “My room then?” He suggested, deciding the other should not be alone right now.

Huedhaut managed a slight nod before everything went black.

4. Sleepless! (Aigonorus/MC)

"One second," Tauxolouve interrupted Huedheart, before putting his hand on ___ 's shoulder and snapping his fingers.

Looking down, ___ realised he'd just summoned her normal clothes. "... Thanks, but why…"

"If Aigo does turn up, I don't fancy being chased by Heralds again," Tauxolouve answered, a semi-amused, semi-distressed expression on his face.

___ tried not to laugh. She looked at them both with concern. "What is going on with Aigo anyway?" Leon had told her absolutely nothing.

Huedhaut sighed. "I know I wanted to increase the time he spent awake but this is ridiculous…"

"... Aigo's not been sleeping much?" ___ asked, puzzled.

"It'd be better to say we don't think he's been sleeping at all," Tauxolouve muttered, biting his lip. "None of us have had to wake him up, or even caught him yawning, this past week. We thought maybe he was worried about you…"

___ frowned. "I've been very busy at work with an event. I've not seen him at all this week…" Normally Aigonorus would meet her every day after work but she had persuaded him that as she couldn’t guarantee her finish times it might be better not to for just this week.

"... If it was you he was worried about he would have gone to see you at the Planetarium or tried to catch you at home," Huedhaut murmured. For once he seemed lost. "So why is he no longer sleeping? It is not as though he's just decided to work more efficiently… if anything that has been worse…"

"So he's not sleeping but he is distracted," ___ concluded, trying to think. It was then that she recalled one point where he hadn't been able to sleep so well before. "... Lou, has anyone checked on his Heralds?"

Tauxolouve's eyes widened. "You raise a good point, little lady. If something is wrong there, that would be one of the few things that would bother him."

"Can you take me there?"

"Of course."

5. Untitled (Zyglavis/Reader)

"Don't you remember?"

That was the first thing you heard your saviour say clearly as you slowly sat up, frowning as you glanced around the unfamiliar room. "... Where am I?"

"Ah, you really do not recall..." the other glanced to the side with a sigh, seemingly troubled as to whether to tell you anything or not. "Perhaps I best just get you home."

You tensed as the other offered you his hand, but then your eyes widened as your memories came flooding back. "What on earth was that thing that attacked me? And who are you? How did you destroy it?"

The other frowned. "As I suspected, my erasing of your memory did not function properly. Which means there is something I am missing here regarding the situation. That 'thing' as you put it was a servant of the under-realm. I would say do not bother yourself with who I am but as it appears I cannot alter your memory I am rather at an impasse. I am Zyglavis, minister of the Department of Punishments in the Heavens."

Now even more uneasy about your current situation you leapt off the bed you were laying on with the intention of getting away from here, but as you did so the entire room spun.

As you were about to crash to the floor, Zyglavis caught you in his arms.

6. Future Help (Ichthys/MC)

One minute she had been happily talking to the other Punishment Gods at one of their parties, the next she was leaning her head heavily on his shoulder, her breathing rather strained.

“ ___ ?” Ichthys asked her, frowning with worry. He checked her over for any sign of injury but finding nothing, his gaze turned to Zyglalvis. “Ziggy, I think something’s wrong! Could the change to a Goddess have not worked properly?”

Zyglavis moved over to them with a concerned expression. “Had you noticed anything before this?”

“Maybe brief moments here and there but nothing like this, and early on that kinda thing’d make sense right? This seems more like…” Ichthys trailed off, then sighed heavily. “Like she’s ill. Sorry, I think I better -”

“Take her to your parents? I quite agree,” Zyglavis interrupted him. “It is probably about time we finished this party up anyway.” He glanced over to the others. “Partheno, please do not pour Scorpio any more of that wine. I would appreciate my Vice Minister being functional in the morning.”

[randoimago]

Could I request a Artagan x reader, perhaps maybe when he's going to be taken by the Moonweaver, the reader quickly suggested that they take them instead? Because they know Artagan hates being trapped and lost of his freedom, so why shouldn't someone else be taken?

It can either be headcanons for it or a full on fanfic, I don't mind which you pick tbh

S/O Asking To Be Taken Instead

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Artagan (The Traveler)

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Boy this was a time watching it happen live. I miss the C2 gang so much

Artagan

The fey entity definitely has some mixed feelings. On one hand, yeah. Moonweaver, take them away instead. Let him go back about his business. On the other hand, you are his S/O and he chose to be with you for a reason.

Seriously conflicted because you're his S/O, but he also doesn't want to die or whatever the goddess has planned for him. All he wanted was for his cult to go away so he can just help Jester and continue being overly annoyingly cute with you.

Considering how fast this is all happening, he doesn't really have time to process or think of what to say. He can only be grateful that the Moonweaver ignores you. Even if it means that he's stuck with whatever fate is given to him.

Bonus:

Oh he is going to drag you by the ear or something when he's let go. Seriously trying to sacrifice yourself for him, how foolish are you? You should've offered up a different cult member instead. (Absolutely pulls you into a hug because he processes what could've happened if the Moonweaver was serious in her threat).

[nonsenseflowerpoetry]

OUTLIER

Sarah Waters speculated about an elusive world  

Of semi-historical settings that made the fairer sex bold  

How it felt for these women to love and to hold  

Within pages, I was immersed, engrossed, effortlessly sold  

Sweet, subjective feelings without need for explanation  

Found me on this street of female fascination  

Hit with the sucker punch of dawning realisation  

I examined an ill-defined problem of my own creation  

A failed experiment; visceral butterflies grow large and soar  

Directing mumbled words towards the classroom floor  

Once begrudgingly delivered my neuroticism score  

A pause.  

“You… might be a bit of an outlier,” she hypothesised,  

A wide smile emphasised almond-brown eyes  

A b0 constant; beaming, bemused and more than a bit beautiful.  

A becoming combination of magic and science  

Not that I was looking.  

I wasn’t looking.  

I’m.  

      Not.  

             Looking.  

My face paints an all-too intimate portrait  

Crude carmine drops drench flushed skin  

Correction fluid insufficiently masking who lies within  

Sad appreciator of puns, cool words and grins           

No amount of insight into parasocial relationships  

Predicts colouring at Slavic jawlines and curved hips  

My stress response becomes automatic  

For fear of being deemed a rabid sapphic fanatic  

Anticipating transmission of serial killer vibes  

I will the cortisol rise to wane and subside  

Perpetually relaying nuances of fight or flight  

Which I must battle against, soothe, and overwrite  

Ebony hair framed the apple shaped face  

Of Ringo Shiina, a singer who rolls her ‘r’s  

O jazz goddess who moved my foolish heart  

Inspired confidence in an eccentric ingénue  

Showed me what an “Arikitari na Onna” can do  

My observations aren’t insightful or astute  

Mainly hyperbolic outbursts of “Aww…she’s so cute!”  

Over dorky zeal that’s massively appealing  

Indulging in sugary fangirl squealing            

Gives me this newfound free feeling  

Taking modest, gradual baby steps  

I’ve put my mental set on reset  

Finding my feet, little by little  

Strengthening a brittle, porcelain backbone  

Embracing the identity I developed and honed  

Aware faulty cognitions sometimes need revising  

I’ve stopped damning myself, cowering and hiding  

Knowing that most people I’ve confided in  

Accept me as I am  

An undeniable outlier.  

Though moderated by experiential penis aversion  

I’m still convinced it’s an accurate assertion  

To say my finally manifest homosexuality  

In line with Seligman’s “H=S+C + V”  

Has made me the happiest I’ve ever been  

[tenebriism]

@strywoven​ - cont. from here ;; GANON -

      E M O T I O N S.

         They  could  be  tiresome,  fickle.  In  the  years  he’d  worked  tirelessly  to  become  an  unrelenting  wrench  in  this  brutal  TIMELINE,  he’d  thought  himself  relatively  CLOSED  OFF  from  such  mortal  yearnings.  Beyond  the  reputation  of  the  GERUDO  attached  like  SHACKLES  to  his  legs,  dragged  along  with  every  heavy  step  he  took  in  this  lone  and  dangerous  endeavor,  he  was  always  on  the  move.  His  presence,  at  any  given  time,  was  never  guaranteed,  for  his  travels  followed  that  of  the  bearer  of  COURAGE,  or  the  bearer  of  WISDOM.

          As  such,  it  did  not  allow  for  such  pursuits  of  the  heart . . .  or,  so  he’d  CONVINCED  himself  and,  even,  come  to  ACCEPT,  until  a  DISTRACTION, in  the  finest,  most  beautiful  and  intellectual  of  forms,  wedged  her  way  into  his  every  thought.  The  words  had  not  left  his  lips,  for  fear  that  his  feelings  were  not  entirely  reciprocated  despite  the  HOPE  bestowed  upon  him  in  her  actions  and  words,  but . . .  he  had  fallen.

          Hard.

         - - -  and,  though  their  paths  had  crossed  by  happenstance  fate,  that  first  meeting,  it  was  by  that  same  unpredictable  hand  that  she  would  disappear  from  his  side.  All  that  time,  he  had  feared  he’d  chased  her  off,  and  even  now,  after  they’d  reunited,  falling  back  into  that  pleasant,  comfortable  dynamic  that  he’d  missed  so  UNBEARINGLY  in  her  absence,  he  feared,  more  than  he  was  willing  to  disclose,  that  she  would,  again,  become  just  a  fond  memory  that  kept  him  going  on  his  hardest  of  days,  rather  than  that  guiding  light  and  warmth  just  beside  him.

                            “  Our  future . . .  “  he  parrots,  more  to  himself  than  to  her,  as  if  to  solidify  the  possibility.  So,  she  saw  potential  in  their  FOREVER,  just  as  he  did ?

         He  would  tuck  this  thought  away,  for  one  of  his  darker  days.

                 “  I  know  it  foolish.  I  do  not  OWN  you,  and  you  are,  by  no  means,  OBLIGATED  to  remain  glued  to  me  should  it  become  against  your  will.  “  Sharp  eyes,  like  that  of  the  desert  sands  inhabited  by  his  wronged  people,  flicker  to  her  face  as  she  comes  close.  He  thieves  what  comfort  he  can  from  her  kiss,  somewhat  embarrassed  by  the  way  he  lingers,  just  a  second  thereafter,  in  hopes  she  may  offer  another  (  making  shamefully  APPARENT  his  attachment,  his  fear  of  abandonment.  )  

          Sometimes,  he  thinks  it  would  have  been  EASIER  to  follow  in  the  footsteps  of  the  other  Dark  Kings  --  history  did  not  tell  of  them  finding  a  WEAKNESS  in  a  woman  who  could  very  well  bring  their  downfall  quicker  than  some  sword  swinging  HERO.  

           Reaching  forth,  palm  to  cradle  her  cheek  and  thumb  stroking  against  her  skin  gently,  he  sighs.  “  You  are  the  sole  reason  I  have  not  abandoned  this  role  I  have  resigned  myself  to.  It  is  you  who  serves  as  my  beacon  in  a  sandstorm,  my  salvation  amidst  endless  seas.  Though  I  do  not  hold  it  against  you  for  your  departure  from  my  side  that  first  time . . .  “  His  statement  falls  to  momentary  silence,  a  pause  birthed  by  uncertainty.  Leaning  in,  he  brings  his  forehead  to  her  shoulder,  his  eyes  fluttering  shut  behind  scarlet  lashes.  

          “  The  love  I  possess  for  you  makes  everything  that  much  more  frightening.  I  have  never . . .  been  THIS  dependent  on  another’s  company,  another’s  EXISTENCE.  It  scares  me  the  things  I  would  do  for  you,  the  lengths  I  would  go  to . . .  simply  to  ensure  our  time  together  does  not  meet  its  end.  “  Surely,  the  goddesses  were  LAUGHING  at  him,  and  his  ancestors  were  scoffing.  They  could  paint  him  as  a  hopeless  fool  in  all  the  history  books,  for  all  he  cared.  “  It  is . . .  why  I  have  been  keeping  something  important  from  you,  that  I  pray  shan’t  bring  ruin  to  what  we  have.  “

[angel-anoetic]

If I could, I would desperately love something (I don't care with angst or not) with s/o being Foolish's partner god/goddess. I just think that would be awesome

Thank you for your request! I have something similar to this, but this one will be more focused on the god/goddess aspect rather than grand nicknames. I hope you enjoy! <3

c!FoolishGamers x gn!Reader - Goddess Divine

Genre: Fluff, /rom

Warning: None!

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"When I first came here, I thought I was alone. No one was like me, knew the struggles of having power like mine. But then I found you." He looked down at you, his eyes shining in the setting sun's light. You smiled back, leaning your head against his shoulder as he held you close.

Life was beyond perfect. How could you ever ask for something better? You had found your person, you're soulmate, the one that you were destined to meet.

"When I got here, I was confused." Foolish listened intently, making sure you knew he was listening.

"I wasn't sure how people would treat me. You get cast out from your family yet are still allowed to keep your magic, you aren't used to how people will take to you. Those first months were hell, I only had Ponk. But then I met you." You smiled.

"I met you, and you showed me how to be a better god, a better divinity. I will never stop thanking you for that Foolish, for showing me a better life."

At first, Foolish had supported your decision to try and rid yourself, or at least suppress them to such a level they were hardly there. He hadn't been on board but he wanted to help you. There were sleepless nights, when your magic was so powerful it would leave your body in waves, causing flora to spawn all around, despite the hazardous conditions of Foolish's summer home.

He finally put his foot down when he woke up one morning and had dark purple flowers all through the kingdom.

"I know, but if you trust me enough, this cannot be how you live the rest of your life. You could hurt yourself."

And he had been right. So the day after that he began to help you work through the magic that filled your veins.

"Okay, now just breathe, focus it in one place, and let it gradually slip out. Don't overthink it."

And you hadn't. Flowers grew slowly, not in bunches either. They covered the kingdom in patterns rather than in spurts. When you opened your eyes, you yourself were in shock that you had done it.

"Foolish! It looks so beautiful!"

"I told you, my goddess divine."

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I might re-write this request...time will tell. <3

[halcyon-writings]

Edelgard and Hubert with S/O's who plead with them not do to something that will get them killed. The S/O doesn't know about their plans, but they have a feeling that they are doing something dangerouse

smth abt this trope whatever the name is can be something that is so good man....

nav.

it was the odd feeling in the back of your mind that made you speak up in the first place. or at least, you had thought so, their behavior certainly did nothing to ease your concerns, being distant and feeling like they were hiding something from you.

You almost wished you were a pious type, perhaps a prayer to the goddess would help you in someway, especially as the bad feeling lingered for much longer. instead you sucked it up, and confronted them. "i know you won't tell me what's going on, and quite frankly i don't know if i'll be able to understand either. but just, be careful, okay? whatever you're doing, don't get yourself killed."

Edelgard will barely hide her surprise at your words, but just barely. a part of her feels guilty for hiding her plans from you. but she had been planning this for so long. She'll wonder if you knew anything about her plans, and if so, how much? Would you remain at her side if she told you?

The princess sees that you're waiting for any kind of response, despite the worry of your expression, you patiently wait for her to answer. To say something, anything. At least in hopes that it will dispel any concerns or suspicions. But you know better than that when it takes a moment, only slightly, to finally come up with what she hoped was appropriate.

She's tempted to tell you, truly. Trusting you enough to get as close as she did, and to even let you in too. But any potential reaction of yours still worries her greatly.

While the thoughts continue to gnaw at her, Edelgard will instead she gives a graceful smile, one you know is facetious at best. Edelgard will also take your hand (if you allow it) giving what she hopes is an assuring squeeze, "It's nothing to worry about." She'll lie.

She'll lie and pray you forgive her when the day comes that you both stand at opposing sides of the battlefield.

Hubert, to no one's shock, is able to hide his surprise to your question far more adequately than Edelgard could. As someone who's learned to school his features into cool indifference in less than a blink of an eye. His eyes meet your own, an unspoken question underneath it all.

While Edelgard might have possibly hesitated in hiding the truth of her plans to her s/o, Hubert, on the other hand, is much more ready to lie in order to aid her majesty. (Red flag alert here, get outta there bestie /lh)

Maybe he'll feel a little bit guilty about the lie, but he's one of those "for the greater good" kind of fellows, so he won't feel as guilty for it when he thinks that what they're fighting for will help the world as a whole.

If there is an inkling however, to your allegiances shifting more towards Edelgard's, then maybe that's when he'll tell you the truth. But for now, he takes your words with what Hubert's version of a smile is (the corner of his mouth lifting only slightly). "I promise you I am no reckless fool," He hopes to assure, but he knows doubt when he sees it. So a much more foolish part of himself will try to enjoy the closeness he has with you while he can, before it's ruined.

[batwritings]

Masterlist!

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~Dreamwastaken~

Fucking on Call pt1, pt2

L’Manburg Traitor

Safe Words

Dream and Sapnap pt1, pt2, Video Call

First Time With Dream

God Complex

Googly Eyes on Your Tits (headcanon)

Size Kink

Enderdragon!Reader (headcanons)

New Toy

Pegging

Eating Out and Overstim

Edging and Overstim

Competition ft Technoblade

German Reader (headcanon)

Horror Movies (headcanons)

Handcuffs and Blindfolds

Slime!Dream

Hunted

Poly!DT Pregnancy Scare

Poly!DT No Reward

CNC

Playing With Rods

Helping Reader Through Heat

Soft Dom and Puppy Boy

Sub Dogboy!Dream

A King’s Queen (SFW)

Dream Blob

Who’s the Best Boy Bunny? (ft Sapnap)

Racoon!Reader Heat

Rules for Their Sub (headcanons)

Poly!DT Manhunt

Sub!Dream Gets Caught

Pretty Boy ft Technoblade

Thigh Riding (headcanons)

Business Deal ft Schlatt

Sexual Tension

Sing For Me

Favorite Sniffs (headcanons)

~DreamXD~

Voice Kink

Jealous XD

Vocal Partner

Face-Sitting

Cuddles (fluff!)

Spit Kink

Pleasing a God ft GNF

Jealous + Spit Kink

Wing Kink

Fucking in Front of Dream

Voice Kink + Size Kink

Caught With a Toy

Pegging

Sharing with the Blood God

Courting Satan Reader

Size Kink First Time

Devout Follower

Breeding Kink

How to Break a God

Domming a God ft Foolish

Cockwarming

Dommed by Another God

Baby Time (headcanons)

Corruption Kink

~Sapnap~

Morning Sex

Angry Sex

Virgin Reader

Little Fire Demon (fluff!)

Favorite Hoodie

Dogboy!Sapnap

Googly Eyes on Your Tits (headcanon)

Taking Sapnap’s Virginity

Subnap

Enderdragon!Reader (headcanon)

Blaze Rods

Karlnap

Size Kink

Bunny!Reader

Oral Fixation

German Reader (headcanon)

More Blaze Rod Fun

Horror Movies (headcanons)

Poly!DT Pregnancy Scare

Poly!DT No Reward

Make Him Break

Dual V-Card Loss

Helping With T Injection

Play With Rods

Incubus!Sapnap

Burning the Door Down

Breeding and Daddy Kinks

Need to be Warm(SFW)

Who’s the Best Boy Bunny? (ft Dream)

Baby Time (headcanons)

Body Swapping

Rules For Their Sub (headcanons)

Poly!DT Manhunt

Cockwarming

Sleepy Sex

Size + Daddy Kink

Safe Word ft Karl

Visitation ft Quackity (fluff!)

Anime Binge (fluff)

Dogboy in Lingerie

Favorite Sniffs (headcanons)

~Georgenotfound~

Googly Eyes on Your Tits (headcanon)

Enderdragon!Reader (headcanon)

Dom!George

Horror Movies (headcanons)

Poly!DT Pregnancy Scare

Poly!DT No Reward

Playing With Rods

Arctic Fox!Reader in Heat

Cockwarming

Jealous Dad to Be

Rules for Their Sub (headcanon)

Poly!DT Manhunt

Riding Under the Covers

~Poly Dream Team~

Brat Reader

Voyeurism

Pregnancy Scare

No Reward

Roommates (fluff!)

~BadBoyHalo~ (Fluff Only!)

Favorite Sniffs (headcanons)

~Eret~

Googly Eyes on Your Tits (headcanons)

Betrayal (angst!)

Sucking off Sub!Eret

First Time Topping

Makeovers! (fluff!)

Taking Your V-Card

Degradation

Tailor

Overstimulation

Eret the Tease

Dumbification and Size Kink

Dom and Degradation

Dumb At the Red Banquet

Pegging

Mirror Sex

~Karl Jacobs~

Enderdragon!Reader (headcanon)

Horror Movies (headcanons)

Pretty Puppy

Baby Time (headcanons)

Sleepover Stream(fluff!)

Lazy Days (fluff!)

amab!dom For Karl

FemDom

Safe Word ft. Sapnap

~C!Technoblade~

My Little War Goddess

Biting

Don’t Get Caught

Size Kink

Fucking in His Cloak

Breeding Kink With M!Reader

Sensitive

Anime Body

BOOBS

Googly Eyes on Your Tits (headcanon)

You Are My Sunshine (fluff)

Praise Kink

Size + Breeding Kink

Techno’s First Time

Exercising

Overworked

First to Get You to Cum

Blood Kink

Fucking You With His Sword

Technoblade Solo

Jealousblade

Competition ft Dream

German Reader (headcanon)

Sub!Technoblade

No, You Cum First

Pegging

First Time Squirting

Stretch Marks (fluff!)

CNC

Aphrodisiacs

Cockwarming

Predator and Prey

Back Scratches

Oral on F!Reader

Getting Caught Getting Off

Hate Sex

Thigh Fucking

First Time

After a Long Day (SBI fluff)

Giving FTM Reader Love

Soft and Possessive

Dumbification and Size w/ Bunny

Whiny Techno First Time 

Cockwarming and Gentle Sex

Maidnoblade

Make up Blowjob

Unknown Heat

Rules for Their Sub (headcanons)

Pretty Boy ft Dream

Make the Dick Go Brrr

Overstim M!Reader

Thigh Riding (headcanons)

Bunny’s Heat

Enderman S/O (headcanons)

Edging All Day

Sex With a Ghost

Get Together (fluff!)

Favorite Sniffs (headcanons)

~C!Schlatt~

God Complex

Size + Breeding with FTM!Reader

First Time

Cockslut Bunny Reader

Breeding and Praise Kink

Wake-up Call

Body Positive

Head Massage (fluff!)

Thigh Riding (headcanons)

Business Deal ft Dream

Bad Day

Chubby FTM!Reader First Time

Dumbification, Breeding, and Size Kink w/ FTM!Reader

~Awesamdude~

Help Him Relax pt1, pt2

Help With Nightmares

Size Kink

Nicknames (fluff!)

Ice Cream (fluff!)

Brat

Breeding

Praise Kink

Warden in the Bedroom

Interruptions

German Reader (headcanon)

Bath Time (fluff)

Possessive Size Kink

Sam in Rut

Sam Taking Your V-Card

Magic Tricks (fluff!)

Thigh Riding (headcanons)

I Missed You

~Foolish~

Breed the Bunny

Dumbificaton and Edging

Domming a God ft DreamXD

Magic Doll

~Fundy (Fluff Only)~

Help With Dysphoria

Bunny!Reader

Help With His Binder

~Philza (Fluff Only)~

Bird Trinkets

After a Long Day (SBI fluff)

Overworked

~Quackity (Fluff Only)~

Enderdragon!Reader (headcanon)

Date Day!

Horror Movies (headcanons)

Late Night Drive

Visitation ft Sapnap

~Wilbur Soot (Fluff Only)~

After Work Comfort

Conflict (angst!)

After a Long Day (SBI fluff)

Panic Attacks

Reunited

It Wasn’t Meant to Be (angst)

~Ranboo (Platonic Only)~

Visiting During a Stream

Calm You Down From a Panic Attack

Coming Out

~Captain Puffy (Fluff Only)~

Nothing yet!

[thewritingginger]

Alucard x GN! Redheaded Reader Headcanons

Thank you @sashatheblackveilbride for this request!

This is obviously just something for fun, not necessarily Ginger exclusive Though gotta give some rep for my fellow redheaded brethren 

Fandom: Castlevania Pairing: Alucard x GN! Redheaded Reader Warning(s): SFW, NSFW 18+ below cut, slight degrading, slightly cracky :)

A/N - I had way too much fun writing this lol

Enjoy ~

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SFW:

It’s no surprise that you caught his eye the day he met you

A flurry of red was seen in the setting sun of the town square he was passing through for some supplies

He was a bit awkward coming up to you because he rarely did with anyone

“Hello, I’m sorry to bother you but I saw you from across the way and I just had to say you have very beautiful hair. Honestly, it’s very rare around these parts.”

You giggle and accept the compliment ~thankfully~ he hoped he didn’t come off as a creep 😅

When he introduced you to the gang Trevor was… well Trevor and nudged Alucard while they were alone.

“Hey, you know what they say about redheads, huh?!” 

“What are you getting at, Belmont?” 

“You know… they say the tinge of ginge gives them a bit of a wild-streak in the bedroom. 😏”

He merely scoffed and about decked him for speaking of you in such a way

Loves the way your hair looks in the sun, the way he can see glimmers of gold  and different hues of red throughout the strands

He finds himself playing with it a lot, often times mindlessly

While reading a book or laying in bed his hand always finds a spot in your rosy locks

Can’t be with a ginger w/o the occasional ginger joke, even with Adrian HA bitch you THOUGHT you were safe

“You’d think that I’m the human one from how much you avoid the sunlight.”

“Tell me, have your fangs grown in yet or are you just that pale naturally.”

“My dear, where have your eyebrows gone?”

Obviously these are all in good fun, Alucard loves you the way you are

If you are a ginger blessed with freckles I am not one of them 😔 he likes to count them and trace imaginary constellations with his fingers - especially if you are one that’s a bit insecure about your sun kisses if you are DON’T BE! They look super cute :(

He know some the myths about redheads - turn into vampires when they die (that one made him laugh), spawns of satan, fiery hot tempers or just plain unlucky

Although the temper isn’t always wrong 😜 he knows the rest are just foolish

And you’re definitely not unlucky especially if you have him to love you 🥺😭

NSFW:

To add to the unlucky myth here he very strongly disagrees with that because man feel pretty damn lucky on the sexy side of things lol

Do you remember that sentiment Trevor made about how the reds are in the bedroom? Yeah, so does Alucard!

Now he has enough brain cells to know that something as simple as hair color doesn’t have a universal code for the owners of it

However, he has mused about the possibility especially when your relationship started to dip into that direction

How can he not though? You’re so exotic also it feels that a lot of prostitutes are portrayed as red heads sooo

The idea of having something so rare in his hands is kinda exciting for him in a possessive/ territorial way

If you’re into dirty talk & degrading he may use that against you in the best way 😉

Call you sweet things like “Redheaded slut” or “Ginger whore.” 🥰 when bae gives you a nickname

Likes to pull your hair back when fucking you from behind

Will compliment you while making love

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You look like a Goddess/God” - Truly believes you are one 🥺

After care is very important to this man so some nights he may run you both a bath and wash you - likes to comb your hair for you afterwards before tuck into bed for the night 

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I hope you enjoyed that I know I sure did 

Masterlist

Till next time my lovelies 💛 ~

[inkbloomer]

[ID: a blurry photo of a person looking out the window, and the sun is persumably shining in their face. there is dirt and grime on the edges of the photo. END ID]

ORIGINALS | an introduction.

note: this has been one of my dearest projects since quarantine 2020, and actually sprouted from one of my short-lived hyperfixations... that’s right... creepypasta! i won’t get into too much detail right now, but it has gone through so much – and it is definitely reflected upon how i took my mental health into my own hands. i decided that this year i’d stop trying to be someone else, to mimic another author who has lived so many different and confusing lives before me, and go back to how this universe used to be. i hope that you all enjoy it, too.

genre: adult fantasy, psychological fiction – to be modified/added.

content warnings: off-screen parent death, graphic death, discussions of alcoholism, alcohol use (by legal adults), drowning/burning imagery, off-screen/implied animal abuse, themes of manipulation, themes of religion and martyrdom, body horror. wow, sorry guys.

synopsis: 

The Second Cataclysm is just on the horizon.

And the primordial gods, the Originals, are slowly stirring from their eternal slumber to avoid total apocalypse once again. But some of the Originals have completely gone off the galaxy’s radar, and a woman who claims to be the goddess of chaos is rising. It might just be too late to wake the Originals, or to alert their half-mortal elemental soldiers, the Guardians, to fight back.

But a ten-year-old is ready to stop the madness. Naranbaataryn Altan’s always dreamed of going on an adventure, to march past Sainkh’s borders and out of their mother country Morea. The abandoned maps in their father’s conspicuously hidden treasure chest under the garden speaks to them: do more than trace the shape of the mountains and rivers beyond. Against their overprotective father’s wishes, they pack their bags, write a messily-written note detailing their quest, and journey to lands above and below.

When Altan sees there’s more to the world than mountains and rivers, and the divine beings they had only known in storybooks are very much real, they realize they have ventured farther than they needed to. They realize that perhaps their father was right in keeping them away for so long.

The goddess of chaos sees all. She knows of a foolish child’s wish, whispering in their ear in the darkest twilight. She will send Altan on an unforgettable journey––death be damned.

(characters, ending note, + taglist below.)

characters:

naranbaataryn altan – 10 y/o, they/them: a curious, sheltered child who wants to see the world outside of their city-state, sainkh. means well, but definitely pushes more than they need to. doesn’t ever let go of a promise... even if it means death.

bekh – 4.5 y/o, he/him: a telepathic bankhar altan encounters in their journey to the outside world. solitary and loyal to the hills plagued by dzud and a strange overgrowth of abyssal creatures. probably one of the only good boys in this wip.

“scarecrow” – “14” y/o, he/him: a Vessel to the Earth Original, doomed to consume lost travelers that enter his fields. claims that he is the scarecrow god. once abandoned for his almost human-like soul, he learns what it’s like to be human... and what it’s like to die.

seol bitna – “43” y/o, she/her: a Guardian-turned-divine, she is (one of) the protector(s) of the foggy island of mulsup. is the goddess of fishing, and an unwilling follower to the squid god who turned her. knows too much, says very little. likes to drink. 

madam – ??? y/o, she/her: a cruel but sympathetic goddess determined on starting the second cataclysm after nearly losing everything. looks too similar to the dead close by, or those we’ve tried to forget. 

ending note: and that’s all for now! this took me too long to write because i was preoccupied with other matters – i’ll get to introducing my second wip in the morning. i also want to end with this in mind: first, ORIGINALS will be the first book that is covered in what i call the “guardiansverse.” 

second, you will soon notice that i do not use labels to define my characters’ sexuality/gender. that said, these “labels” do not exist in-universe, or do not function in the same ways those do within a white, american lens. though the concept of sex & gender is still acknowleged and even pressured within character arcs. i’ll probably touch up on this on another time. that is all, thank you.

taglist: @stormharbors​ @snowinks​ 

[yanderesmythos]

👰🏻Yandere! Hera (General) headcanons🤰:

Tw: Unhealthy relationships-Implied suicide attempt- implied torture- Forced immortalization...

Aggravated and exhausted by Zeus endless charades, Hera decided to visit the mortal world to clear her mind. Maybe, there is something or someone that can inspire serenity and tranquility in her.

That's how she met you, a pure little flower shop owner that tends to her flowers with such diligence and care. That's why she took the form of a bird, so she can see if your true nature reflected her ideals and needs. If so, she needs someone like you! Someone naive to mold and empathic enough to never betray or leave her.

In the couple of days she stayed with her s/o, she felt something akin to the first time she met Zeus. Love, care, and loyalty came from you as you took care of her ignorant to the fact she is goddess. Thus, a spark of interest was born towards you that day. An interest that will last forevermore.

Hera is one of the most possessive, jealous, and controlling figure in the pantheon - surpassed only by her son.

So, she's inclined to divorce her husband for his lecherous behaviours and instead focusing into her relationship with you. As you are her spouse, and she'll make sure that she keeps it that way. Anyone who tries to get in the way, will only further anger her and she'll surly make an example out of them( Zeus will quarrel with her as she is the Queen of gods leaving her position, and most likely will notice and be angry at you for causing such a havoc. Maybe...if you played your cards right, Zeus might be as obsessed as his ex-wife towards you and unluckly lead you into another cage. Which will lead into chaotic situation XD).

Hera s/o's will be spoiled rotten, as long as she obey her. You will be molded from the beginning to her image of an epitome of a perfect spouse. Yes, you might be scared shy of her at the beginning. But, with time she'll ensure you that you shan't fear her unless absolute necessary (ie: escape, disobey,etc...).

There is a reason why Olympians fear Hera's wrath more so than Zeus, so be warned not to piss her. As she'll make you wish you're in Tartarus burning instead of her smothering dreadful grasps. And her long nails, that engraved itself in the lovely surfaces of your skin inducing a rivulet of blood to flow down to the ground. Oh, your moans that puts her mind into such state of elevation and absolute bliss. 'Mine, Mine, and only mine shall this voice and body belong to'.

If you think you can escape her, think again. She has her children at her disposal to hunt you down, or she'll curse the the country you're in until they hand you to her. The serious strike, is when you think death would separate you too. How foolish of you to think of that, nothing and absolute nothing will separate you two, even you yourself. And when you commited that deed, she'll immortalize you in the fear of truly losing her precious love. Oh, she'll have a vile smirk decorating her visage as she thinks of a perfect punishment for you. Afterall, this for your own good. (There's on off chance, that her children develop platonic obsession with you. As you're more mellow and understanding.)

Nonetheless, that doesn't deter Hera from having soft moments. If anything, she's soft as long as nobody ogles at you along with obeying and giving her a doss of affection. She's the softest, when the both of you decide to raise adopted children as your own. That's the ultimate sign of love and dedication to Hera, to take care of children and honor your relationships. Anyone, who dares to disturb that will be met a fate worse than death.

A/n: Picture doesn't belong to me. Also, I hope you enjoyed it. More is on the way!

[mistabullets]

i also want alucard to rail me ! could i perhaps suggest,,, alucard with a chubby s/o,,, as wholesome or nasty as you desire

A Taste of You

Characters: Alucard | Adrian Tepes x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Alucard decides to show his love for you.

Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader but neutral pronouns, chubby reader, virgin reader, reader is a witch, vaginal finger, slight blood drinking (he just accidentally nip your lips), slight virginity and corruption kink (???), and post season 3 but it’s quite fluffy so don’t worry

Note: There wasn’t any railing involved but you gave me a reason to write some indulgent smut with Alucard and for that, I appreciate you. 

Not SFW under cut ; 

You let out a quiet gasp when the dhampir’s careful lips meet the warm skin from the column of your neck, tensing slightly as it sends tingles down your spine. He laughs at your small reaction, finding it adorable; a lithe hand running down your side to ease the fluttering anxiety and reel you into his ghost kisses. “Relax, my dear… I just want to make you feel good.”

Considerate as always, you think, despite the growing erection brushing up against one of your thick thighs. He must feel uncomfortable to a degree since he is still in his trousers.

How odd it is, that fate led you to him.

You were a mere witch, hopping from town to town but never staying too long in fear that some close-minded individual would suspect your magical ability and report you to the church officials. However, the last particular town found out too soon of your sorcery. Before anyone could act and drag you to a stake to be tied up and burned, you packed your belongings and ran into the forests. You heard from the townsfolk how dangerous it was to roam those woods, especially at nighttime, that a particular vampire lived within the heart of it. However, you reasoned it must be some myth to scare the children or just something to make this dreadful town more interesting and have something to talk about.

Yet deeper into the greenwoods, the lingering smell of decaying death met your nostril. Again, you rationalized - this was the territory of wildlife. Perhaps it was a deer carcass nearby. Who knows? Now wasn’t the time to fret, as you heard voices bounce and echo from the trees, too far away but you could certainly pick up some words: witch, find, and a few curses. Without properly analyzing your surroundings, you picked up the pace, not considering directions and ignoring the fact the putrid scent grew stronger the further you went.

You were stopped in your tracks by a blur of red and a thunk to your head. Before the waves of unconsciousness dazed you, you caught a brief glimpse of golden locks and a pale figure. Perhaps the villagers had gotten you; perhaps this was your angel to guide you toward heaven. But can a witch such as yourself go to heaven, especially if you dabbled in the dark arts?

Well, considering where you are, beneath a beautiful man who carried a merciful soul that you did not deserve… this is the closest to any celestial afterlife you’ll ever be. It took months, perhaps even a year, to mend the wounds of his heart. You recall the first couple months here, living behind the closed doors of Castlevania. Alucard, who happened to be dhampir son of the late Dracula, wasn’t too enthusiastic about allowing another soul to inhabit, especially after being alone for nearly half a year. While you were polite to never ask questions, you eventually put two and two together upon catching a glimpse of the scar, from recent times, forever ingrained into his porcelain skin. No wonder he longed for some privacy. For they were a reminder of loss and betrayal, the day when he saw humanity’s corruption.

And while he’ll never fully forget the sin they committed, he came to realize his lapse of judgment. It stemmed from the unmerited tribulation - he was quick to close off his heart, not properly allowing himself grief, to process the trauma he’s been through.

But seeing how you still forgive the humans and long to aid them, despite them killing your coven, gradually made him realize how foolish he has been. He was reminded of his mother’s wisdom; how she was willing to be scrutinized by the church if it meant she could help others and spread her nurturing knowledge. You were willing to help those in need, despite the hardships humanity has gifted you. While it certainly took time, he was beginning to open his heart to you… and in return, you were showing him your vulnerability, culminating into this moment: you and Alucard, glowing under the moonlight, exploring each other’s bodies like new lands.

He kisses your plush lips again, mindful of his incisors. His hands find your plump breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze, relishing in the breathless gasp your voice elicits. Adrian withdraws himself from your mouth, savoring the taste of your lips; he wants to smother them, hear the symphony he can pull from you, but he wants to drink in your blushing form and the plush curves of your flesh against his muscled figure. The dhampir sees you as a goddess undeserving of him yet here you are, sprawled out and waiting for his next move. You find yourself more flustered than before, small and fragile beneath his resplendent eyes. His visage softens, noticing the doubt casting your lovely face. Adrian leans back down, resting his head against the middle of your breasts, the blood rushing through your veins sounding delicious. But oh, while your blood may be sweet, he wants to try the appetizers first.

“God, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he declares, lips peppering kisses on one of your breasts before finding a nipple to feast on. A shaky moan leaves your lips, your hands find themselves in his hair. Alucard makes sure to give each of your pert buds attention; suckling them in between his lips and gently pinching the sensitive skin with his lithe fingers. Your mind is swirling - how painful the virginal heat is between your legs, how merciful yet ruthless his touch is, how patient this angelic man is despite his own carnal desire, and how you love it and you love him. He allows your breasts to rest from the overstimulation; kisses explore your collarbone and neck while a curious hand searches for the heat radiating at the apex of your thighs. You whimper please at the feel of his hand against your now damp undergarment and your lover can’t help but chuckle at your eagerness. “Patience, my love.”

He rewards you a kiss, brushing strands of your hair away from your forehead. Your face is burning from how intently the dhampir observes each time your visage twists in newfound pleasure. A finger rubs up against your clothed slit, wishing to draw out more of your juices and lewd noises. “A-Adrian, please… t-touch me, please.”

“I am, my treasure,” he teases with amusement.

You whine, exasperated, and Alucard gives a playful grin. He understands what you mean but it’s fun to tease. Looking into your blown-out pupils, he asks for silent permission and you already know what he wants. You awkwardly lift up your hips so he can pull down your undergarments with ease. Once off, his fingers make contact with your naked mound, collecting the slick pooling from your heart and down your thighs. You’re eager to spread your legs further apart, allowing him access to more. He sighs, pride swelling how he is able to make you fall apart so quickly. After some painful slow strokes of your exposed slit, Alucard’s finger experimentally rubs your bundle of nerves, relishing in the moan of his name and how desperate yet demure it rings. Finding the entrance to your maidenhood with ease, he easily slips his index finger and god, that wail sounds ethereal. The dhampir sees how your entire form is quivering, from the tension and nerves, and he’s quick to litter your body with kisses and lovebites to distract your melting brain. You giggle a bit when a strand of his golden locks brushes against a ticklish spot and he’s glad to know you’re easing into his touch.

Adrian tentatively curls his finger in a come here motion - and after a few strokes, he finds that spot that makes your toes curl and makes you moan even louder. Your mind is foggy but you’re feeling confident, enjoying the way your lover is making you come undone - you plead for more. And so he adds another digit to your tight heat and repeats the same motion and experimenting more; scissoring your insides, burying his digits to the knuckle, and alternating these motions. You’re almost at the peak, he sees - with how your moans grow in volume, you’re bucking into his touch, and your e/c eyes swim in lust and adoration. His fingers pick up the pace, drinking in your divine image: soft and thick thighs spreading out more, lightning shape stretch marks adorning your cute belly and hips, and your chubby face contorting in the madness of pleasure as you imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you.

Wishing to relinquish you of this torture, he presses his thumb up against your clit and you’re seeing stars speckle your vision as strange pressure builds higher and higher to the cliff of your undoing. “A-Adrian, i-it’s too much! I-I’m going to, a-ahh--!”

Alucard rubs faster and harsher and thrust his fingers deeper - like he wants to feel every inch of the textured insides of your pussy. His forehead comes to rest on yours to admire your hungry eyes. Before you tumble from your peak, his lips crash against yours to consume the lovely noises, desperate and needy, and he accidentally bites your lips; but god, is your blood even sweeter in the glow of your climax. You didn’t even realize he’s grinding his groin against the mattress, too caught up the new sensation of Adrian’s fingers fucking your womanhood. If you could read minds, could you handle the extent of his ardor for you, a bashful witch? After seeing you wonderfully fall from your summit, Adrian truly believes he would die if he didn’t have more of you, if he couldn’t hear more of those needy keens, if he couldn’t pound you into oblivion, if he couldn’t--

His focus shifts from his lewd imagination to your glowing visage. From the dazed glisten of your eyes and the soft smile plastering your blood-smeared lips, Adrian could wait. Carefully, he pulls his fingers out of your sopping core, curiously bringing them up to his lips and lapping up the juices (much to your embarrassment), Alucard can’t help but laugh at your burning red face, planting his lips against yours and drinking up the remaining blood (the metallic taste of it combined with your juices made for a good combo).

“Do you need a break before we get to the main course, my beloved?”

He smiles at your cute face, steam particularly coming out of your ears.

But he smiles wider when you say no.

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(Thanks to the fucking monarch who uploaded this on instagram and the absolute deities who work so hard to update the wiki with everything that goes on on streams. The people who update the wiki are amazing and I appreciate you all)

These are the nicknames of the people in the syndicate. I’ve talked about Zephyrus before (it’s a fucking hilarious name with a hilarious backstory of the time the god zephyrus got jealous of Apollo and Hyacinthus and decided to take the “if I can’t have you no one can” route and change the wind direction to send a discus into Hyacinthus’ head, killing him), and everyone is talking about Harpocrates, (for me the indentity of Harpocrates is between Foolish because of Harpocrates’ connection to Horus and egypt in general, or Karl who could definitely keep secrets and I saw someone mention how Harpocrates has a connection to roses aka the wither roses in the inbetween) but everyone is ignoring Techno’s nickname.

Protesilaus? The guy who died first in the trojan war? That is a bad omen if I ever saw one. The trojan war was a massive war. It included a bunch of Greek kings who had wanted to marry Helen of Troy and signed a treaty promising to help Menelaus (Helen’s husband) if Helen ever went missing (and then Aphrodite went “oh no! My otp! Anyway, go kidnap Helen of Troy, Paris, you got this!”). The gathering of Greek Kings to fight the Trojans kind of reminds me of the pro omelette people gathering forces to fight the egg. If this comparison is more accurate as we go on, then Techno might be the first to die to the eggpire which I really don’t want.

Ranboo’s syndicate nickname is “Lethe”. Lethe as in the river that wipes your memory when you drink from it in the underworld. Godamnit Ranboo. Lethe was also a spirit of forgetfulness. Ranboo you had to be so on brand. Stupid memory boy.

On another note, a part of me wants Tubbo to join the syndicate just so he can be dubbed “Pirithous” who was Theseus’ best friend who went and kidnapped Helen of Troy with Theseus before she was betrothed and then went and tried to kidnap p e r s e p h o n e. Aka Queen of the underworld. As you can imagine, this failed dramatically and they both got themselves punished by Hades who was very mad.

And, I kind of want Niki’s syndicate name to be Nemesis, goddess of Revenge because that would be awesome. Honestly, with Niki’s name I want it to be anything other than Helen, Hera, Aphrodite, Demeter, Hestia, Clymnestra (oh god please no), Eurydice, Briseis, Deidamida and I could probably name more but that is all i can think of rn.

[fire-emblem-supports]

Múspell & Freyja: C - S Supports

C Support

Múspell: Aha! So the Goddess of Love has fallen under [Summoner]'s spell as well, I see.

Freyja: Múspell. Good day.

Múspell: Now, is that how you treat a dear, old friend?

Freyja: Friend? Is that how you remember our youth?

Múspell: Harsh. Have you no love for me, O Goddess of Love?

Freyja: None at all, O God of Flame. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave.

Múspell: HAH! Then the game's afoot.

B Support

Múspell: Well, well, look who we have here.

Freyja: Múspell, I have no patience for your tomfoolery today.

Múspell: Your words burn me, O Goddess. Good thing I like a little fire...

Freyja: Aren't there any mortals for you to incinerate? Must you continue to waste my time?

Múspell: Ouch, now there's ice. Come, now. What did I do to deserve this treatment?

Freyja: I see right through you, God of Flame. Your kind words are paper-thin, and they have no effect on me.

Freyja: I ceased caring what you thought of me long ago.

Múspell: Are you accusing me of being ingenuine? You wouldn't call me a liar, would you?

Múspell: The God of Flames is many things, but a liar is not one of them.

Freyja: The term sycophant comes to mind, actually. Good day, Múspell.

Múspell: Ouch. Now that's what I call a burn...

A Support

Freyja: Oh, Freyr... *sniff*

Freyja: ...

Freyja: Come on out, Múspell. I've already heard you, there's no sense in leaving now.

Múspell: Hmph... Didn't mean to disturb.

Freyja: Too late for that. *sniff*

Freyja: Did you need something, or were you simply here to mock me in my moment of weakness?

Múspell: Your brother's really special to you, huh?

Freyja: Of course.

Freyja: Freyr is my closest friend, my dearest supporter... There is room for none in my heart but him.

Múspell: And how'd he get to be so lucky?

Freyja: Do you truly not remember, God of Flame?

Freyja: When we were younger, I had a large birthmark on the underside of my nose.

Freyja: I was subjected to endless ridicule for it at the hands of you and your compatriots. Only Freyr abstained from the mockery.

Freyja: You are kind to me only because you now consider me beautiful and worthy of your kindness.

Freyja: But Freyr never judged me by physical appearance. For that, I am eternally in his debt.

Múspell: Hmph. Guess I didn't realize how hurtful that was for you.

Múspell: I teased you then because I thought you were cute, birthmark and all.

Múspell: I didn't know how to express my feelings in any other way.

Freyja: I've never seen you blush before, mighty God of Flame. How endearing.

Múspell: ...

Freyja: I appreciate your honesty. Perhaps if you could have been honest then, I would be more accepting of your kindness now.

Múspell: Maybe I've changed and you just haven't given me a chance.

Freyja: ...

Freyja: I suppose that's fair. Very well, Múspell. Perhaps we can attempt a friendship.

Múspell: Friendship, huh?

Freyja: Unless you would prefer that I return to giving you the silent treatment.

Múspell: No! No... Friendship. Sounds great.

Freyja: I wholeheartedly agree.

S Support

Freyja: Ah, Múspell! There you are. I wanted to show you something.

Múspell: Freyja.

Freyja: The summoner was showing me an image he/she created of Freyr.

Freyja: I haven't a clue how he/she makes these images, but doesn't he look simply gallant?

Múspell: Mhm...

Freyja: Look at how the sunlight glints off his horns...

Múspell: Mhm...

Freyja: ...and the way he holds his staff with such confidence. Isn't it divine?

Múspell: Mhm...

Freyja: Oh, and of course--

Múspell: AARGH!

*attacking sound effect*

Freyja: Oh my. And now it burns...

Múspell: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

Múspell: This petty idea of friendship sickens me to my core. What a waste of time!

Múspell: I thought it may prove worthwhile, but I should've trusted my instincts and rejected you on the spot.

Múspell: This foolishness is not what I desire from you, Goddess of Love. I won't waste my time on it any longer.

Múspell: If that means I have once again earned your silence, then so be it.

Freyja: Hmmhmmhmm...

Múspell: ... What. Is this funny to you?

Freyja: How pleasing it is to see your fire burn with such fervor again... I'd missed the heat.

Freyja: I confess, God of Flames, that I have been intentionally toying with you. I wanted to see how far you would bend for me.

Freyja: But this... your raw power, your burning passion... I crave it.

Múspell: Do you now?

Freyja: Your efforts at kindness have been cute, but it is your true, honest self that I deeply admire.

Freyja: Swear to me that you will not try to hide it from me again, and I shall be yours.

Múspell: That easy, huh? Deal.

Freyja: I don't recall saying I'd make it easy for you, beloved.

Freyja: Can I call you that? Beloved?

Múspell: I suppose I'll allow it.

Freyja: How kind of you. Oh, how I shall enjoy toying with you for the rest of our existence... beloved.