#he DEFINITELY thinks that humans can just use those

[kukinkrim]

Ooh I can definitely see manager reader trauma after Gwi ma concert. Like everytime people recommend that the Saja Boys should take a "darker route" she freezes up and remembers back to the concert.

I wanna see the boys comforting manager reader everytime she remembers the incident

it will all be alright.

saja boys x fem!manager!reader

masterlist of manager!reader series

themes: healing, comfort

you believed yourself to be strong.

not in terms of strength, however, but you were definetly strong enough to take on hardships without breaking.

it was evident in the way you never once broke despite facing death in the eye, literally, during that one catastrophic concert where you had to argue with a talking fire–a demon lord, as thousands of demons clawed their way towards you. it was evident with the way you stood your ground and looked at gwi-ma in the eye and raised a middle finger, tall and proud, yelling fuck you, for ruining your supposed day off and your boys' big break on national tv.

you had yet to cry.

you were strong enough to hold it in. the claws of those demons never reached you. gwi-ma's flames never once burned you. the boys protected you because they, for some reason, had chosen you over power. you, a little mortal human, who used to have nothing interesting going on in their life. over glory. over gwi-ma’s command.

you were just a mortal. a nobody, really. someone who used to be on the sidelines, struggling to pay rent and overcaffeinating to survive one more staff meeting. and yet, they chose you.

you were strong.

of course you were.

but your heart was not made of steel no matter how hard you try to pretend it to be. even a dam's bound to break open once a strong wave hits—and the cracks on yours are spreading so fast it's hard to patch it all up at once.

the boys hadn't noticed it at first. you wore smiles everywhere. you never once showed a moment of weakness, never wavering infront of them. still poked fun at them during rehearsals, still had your sarcasm, your silly ideas, your caffeine addiction.

after that hellish concert, everything had gone back to normal.

the people of south korea had forgotten everything as soon as the honmoon was sealed thanks to the huntrix' help, and they were allowed to stay together on the surface and live normally, like how they wanted to. except for you, of course, who managed to retain all of your memories from that day.

but, the fact that they were demons didn't seem to faze you. infact, after apologizing to you sincerely, everything went back to how it used to be; them performing across the nation, and you, watching them behind the scenes.

you remembered everything.

but you smiled.

because that’s what strong people did, right?

it only started small.

the scars of that day had ran deep.

the first time a fan called them 'demonically talented' and you laughed a little too loudly, coughing as you excused yourself to the bathroom. the first time you flinched when pyrotecnics lit up the stage. the first time a fan casually joked, “are you guys even human?” and your hand clenched the water bottle so tight it almost burst under your grip.

the boys noticed eventually.

but you hadn’t said anything. you were fine. of course you were. you didn’t cry. you didn't cry then, you wouldn't cry now. you still did your work; scheduling their shoots, their rehearsals, their diets.

but they knew something was off.

romance caught you the other day behind the stage, sitting in the corner, just… staring at your hands. he ponders for a moment if he should get jinu to talk to you, that guy was alot more sensible than he was—but he wanted to give it a try. just talk. how hard could it be?

he crouched beside you, unsure.

“hey,” he said quietly. “you, uh, forget how hands work?”

you blinked. your smile clicked on automatically. a dry laugh escapes you, but you didn't look at all that happy. “ha. no. just… thinking.”

he nodded. “cool. because you were doing it like someone who’s definitely seen hell.”

you looked at him.

blinking.

a beat of silence.

and when he managed to draw out a genuine chuckle from you, he sighs in relief. it was quiet, sure, different from your usual loud laughs; but atleast you weren't moping. that's an improvement, he thinks.

“...do you think they’ll remember?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

“who?” you gestured to the crowd that was starting to leave the stadium as the concert comes to an end. romance stared at them, watching as they all filed to leave.

“the world. the fans. do you think... one day, someone will remember what you were?”

romance didn’t answer right away.

“maybe,” he said honestly. “but i don’t think it’ll matter. you remember us and you still stayed, right?"

you nodded, but your chest stayed tight.

you don't speak of it despite how much you wanted to. about the nights you still woke up to the sound of their last song and gwi-ma's forboding voice in your dreams. about the fear that kept lingering around you like ghosts; that one day, someone would find out what they really were and it would all fall apart—and you'd be right back in the middle of a disaster you couldn’t stop this time.

they were your boys.

and you were scared of losing them.

scared that this fragile, normal little world you'd built after hell cracked open would shatter the moment someone said the word 'demon' in the wrong tone.

so you kept pretending.

and the boys kept watching, unsure of how to help, but they're trying.

they started dimming the studio lights before you walked in—not too dark, just soft enough so the flicker wouldn’t remind you of fire.

they avoided loud sounds around you. no surprise vocal runs, no pyro tests without warning. even the word demon vanished from their jokes.

jinu began leaving little treats on your desk: milkteas, candied ginger, a squishy stress ball shaped like his cat. he didn’t sign his name, but you knew it was him. his apologies always came in the form of warm things.

romance would lightly bump your shoulder during rehearsals. his voice always soft as he speaks to you, his touch gentle whenever he offers a hand to help. it helps ground you, his presence.

mystery handed you a playlist one day. a literal old-school CD, labeled in pink sharpie: “songs for the heart.” you didn't tell him you cried in your car when one of them turned out to be him singing a lullaby—like a mother to a crying baby.

baby, unsurprisingly, didn’t offer much—at least not in words. but whenever things felt too loud, too fast, or too crowded, he somehow appeared beside you, leaning silently against the wall, his presence as steady and consistent.

and then there was abby, who brought in a cursed doll that looked somewhat like him and asked, “this is mini-abby and he'll protect you. i know. comforting, right? you feel safe now or what?”

you laughed. the kind of laugh that trembled a little too close to crying. he noticed, and he only pulled you close as you tried your best not to sob om his godforsaken flower printed flannel shirt.

“we’re here,” he whispered. “we’re right here. don’t worry your pretty head over it, okay? we’re not leaving you behind.”

[lizziesfirstwife]

A…demon baby?

jinu x pregnant!reader

warnings: mentions of periods & birth & death & blood, worried and clueless jinu, worried reader, mentions of abortion & sex if you squint, curse words

word count: 2577

author’s note: This is the result of a poll I did a few days ago. We need a whole “pregnant with a demon’s baby” guide from Rumi’s mom, with the amount of thirst going on for Jinu. Also, I’ve never been pregnant, so feel free to send me a dm so I can correct any mistakes!

You were terrified. Truly terrified.

It started on Monday. You woke up, head pounding and with a strong urge to pee.

When you were sitting on the toilet and opened the bathroom cabinet to fish out a new roll of toilet paper, you spotted it.

Unopened. Untouched. The pack of tampons you had bought two months ago when your last period had used up your entire supply. You shook your head.

It must be the stress.

Maybe it was work.

You hadn't been eating as much as usual lately, too busy and too tired.

Monday turned into Wednesday. When you woke up that morning, everything was normal until you got out of bed. As soon as your legs touched the floor, you were sprinting to the bathroom.

Thank God he wasn’t here.

You hadn't told Jinu about your ongoing nausea or the headaches that had been plaguing you for two days now.

You hadn't even been together that long.

Two months ago, he had told you about his true self. You didn't want to believe him at first, didn't want to believe that your boyfriend of four months was a demon from hell who had originally planned to sacrifice humanity to an ominous Demon King. Until he showed you his markings.

You sighed and looked out the window of your gynecologist’s office. It was Friday, the weather as gloomy as your mind.

Damn it, you'd only been together for six months. Just half a year. Not married. You haven’t even celebrated your first anniversary together or each other’s birthday. Or any other holiday, for that matter.

How could it even be possible? You were human. He was a demon. Those were stories that all the holy scriptures warned against and told scary tales about.

Humans who became pregnant with the children of demons.

But Jinu wasn't like them. Not anymore.

Since Rumi, a K-pop idol who turned out to be a sixth-generation demon hunter, defeated the Demon King a month ago in the middle of your boyfriend's concert with the help of his power, he has been freed from his demonic self.

Was he now completely human again? You didn't know. Sometimes you felt like he still had his sharp senses, that he had only shed his markings and demon eyes. But you knew that this... baby, this little being, was definitely conceived when he was still a demon.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when your doctor's assistant called out your name and brought you to a room at the end of the hallway.

You never liked gynecologists. Your dislike wasn’t about the doctors themselves or the fact that they had the ability to diagnose and treat all these cruel fates and diseases. Rather, it was your aversion to the environment, the chair, the clinically white walls, and the sterile approach to just everything. Of course you were glad that everything was handled utterly professionally, but it felt so…cold.

As if you were a product.

You forced out a smile when the doctor entered the room and sat down on a stool next to the treatment chair you were lying on.

"How can I help you today?"

You played with your fingers. You had never been in a situation like this before, never in a situation where you thought you might be pregnant. Until now, you had been happy about that fact, but now that the possibility of carrying a child was there, you didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the thought.

"I think I might be pregnant. I live with my boyfriend, and... we love each other, if you can say it like that."

The doctor nodded, no hint of judgment in her eyes, just the wish to do her job.

She typed something in her tablet as she looked up at you again.

"When was your last period?"

You looked down at your lap. You remembered Monday the moment you saw the unopened pack of tampons in your bathroom cabinet.

"Eight weeks ago."

She nodded and entered something else into her tablet before setting it aside and rolling her stool closer.

"We are going to do an ultrasound to see if I can see anything. The gel might be a little cold, but it will help me see if there's anything there or not. You'll need to bare your stomach for this."

You could only nod and pull up your T-shirt.

She dripped a little gel onto the head of the ultrasound device and began to gently move it around your lower abdomen.

You couldn’t stop staring at the small screen next to the chair, unable to decipher anything but a black and white mass.

She continued to roll the device around until she suddenly stopped.

Nodding, she pressed a button on the ultrasound machine to take a picture of the frame on the screen.

"Do you see this little white mass here? It very certainly looks like a fetus“, the doctor said, pointing her index finger to a small white shape on the screen.

Your heart stayed still. You couldn't look away, couldn't look away as she pointed to the vaguely recognizable shape of a head.

"Yes," she said, “judging by the size, it also matches your last period. It should be just about 8 weeks old."

A small tear rolled down your cheek. Despite the fact that this was definitely not planned, it was not unwanted. You had never planned to have children. But you had never been so devotedly in love with anyone as you were with Jinu, never felt so safe and secure in anyone's arms as you did in his.

"You can't tell yet whether it's a girl or a boy, can you?"

The doctor smiled and took another photo before putting the wand aside and looking at you. She shook her head and pressed a button, making a small photo come out of the device.

"No," she said, handing you the photo and paper towels to dry your belly, "it will take another two months for it to be recognizable."

You nodded, remembering the biology lessons you had in school ages ago.

"To make sure all your vitals are okay and to really confirm that you are pregnant, we need to run a blood test next week to check your pregnancy hormone levels. Even though I could already see that you are pregnant, this is just a matter of procedure.“

The woman threw you a smile and gave you a small appointment note for next week. “Congratulations also to the father-to-be. You will receive your maternity log after we analyze the results of the blood test next week."

You smiled. You were pregnant. And for the first time in five days, you didn't feel like vomiting.

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It was already dark when you arrived home. You had bought a few things at the convenience store, some sweets you liked that you ate already, and the grape juice packs that Jinu liked so much. You were shopping for far more things than you even needed, and you didn’t know why you were so afraid to come home.

The apartment was quiet, except for the soft hum of the TV, which told you that Jinu was already home from night dance practice.

One habit he had picked up during the months you had been together was watching documentaries about savanna animals. A strange habit, although you usually ended up next to him on the couch anyway, falling asleep on his lap.

"Ji, I'm home!"

You didn't bother to wait for an answer and instead started unpacking the few shopping bags you carried all day. You still couldn't believe it. You were pregnant, pregnant with the child of a demon.

God, it sounded like something out of a teen novel and Twilight combined! Even though the thought hadn't really sunk in yet, you already noticed how your body automatically moved differently, more carefully around the edges in the kitchen, mindful of bumping into strangers on the crowded bus.

Two arms wrapped around your waist, a pair of soft lips pressing against your neck, leaving a few kisses.

You laughed quietly and turned around.

"Hello to you too."

Jinu hummed and rested his arms on either side of you, crooking his head to the side with a small smile.

"Where have you been all day? I postponed dance practice because I thought you'd be off work too."

You sighed. You couldn't tell him. Deep down, you knew he wouldn't be angry, not this documentary-loving, grape juice-drinking idiot.

"I went grocery shopping. I wanted to make apple pie tomorrow. I don't know if you've ever had it before, but so far no one has complained about mine."

You forced a smile onto your lips. You wanted so badly to tell him, but he had already had to deal with enough over the past few months. He shouldn't have to take on the burden of a baby as well, especially since it wasn't certain how likely it was that this child would survive the pregnancy or that you would survive giving birth.

Jinu sighed and turned around to help you unpack the paper bags.

"I was thinking we could fly to Paris for our anniversary."

You laughed and put the apples in the fruit bowl.

"That's still six months away, isn't it? Why Paris all of a sudden?"

Jinu hummed and shrugged his shoulders as he unpacked the bags one by one.

"It's the city of love, isn't it? Besides, I remember you telling me that you flew to Paris with your French class when you were a teenager. So at least one of us can speak French and order our food.”

You bit your lip and raised an eyebrow, holding peppers in one hand and cabbage in the other. "I was glad when I could opt out of that class. And…do we really have to plan so far in advance? We don't know if something will come up before then..."

Jinu frowned and just looked at you.

"Are you okay? When you told me about it a few weeks ago, you were really excited about the possibility of flying there again. I only mean well; we don't lack the money to make it happen after all.”

You just nodded and put the peppers and cabbage in the refrigerator.

"I'm just saying. We don't know if something will come up for you with the next tour or if we'll be busy with other things by then."

"What’s this?"

You didn’t bother turning around as you were putting the milk in the pantry.

"Yeobo (darling)?"

“Hm?”

You bit your lip when the second carton of milk didn't fit in the cupboard and sighed. You needed to clear out some things on the weekend.

"What?"

With the milk carton in your hand, you turned around.

There he stood, frozen in place, holding a small square picture in his hand.

"Jinu?"

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Did this accidentally end up in the bag? Has it been used by someone else before? The bag, I mean.”

You just stood there and carefully placed the milk carton behind you on the kitchen counter.

"No."

He looked at you with a confused expression, which only made you look away.

"Please look at me. What do you mean, no?"

You slowly looked up at him and played with your fingers.

"It's mine."

Jinu slowly nodded and looked down at the picture.

"And what exactly is this?"

Your eyebrows rose, and you almost had to smile.

"You... never mind. It's an ultrasound picture."

"Okay..."

"I'm pregnant. That white thing," you said, walking gently toward him, "is a baby you see there."

His head snapped up toward you, and his eyes widened.

"What?"

You looked up at him, toes dancing slightly in your socks.

"I'm pregnant, Ji."

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

"How..."

He shook his head and instead just wrapped his arms around you.

The air escaped from your lungs from the severity of his embrace, and it took you a few seconds to return the gesture.

"Shibal... are you okay? Is everything alright? Is everything okay with the baby?"

You pressed your lips together and nodded. "Yes, yes... I went to the doctor today. Eight weeks."

Jinu frowned and stroked your hair.

“Aren’t you mad?”

Jinu looked at you confused and stopped in his tracks.

“Why would I be mad? This is our baby, made out of our love for each other. This maybe was unplanned, but not unwanted.”

He scanned you with his eyes.

"What's wrong? Don't... do you not want it?"

A small tear ran down your face, and you had to look up and blink so you wouldn't start crying.

"No, of course I want it! But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. How could this even happen?"

Jinu raised an eyebrow, and you could already see the smug sentence forming on his tongue.

You rolled your eyes.

"Of course I know how it happened, but... is that even possible? A demon and a human... a half-blood? That sounds like a bad episode of Harry Potter."

Jinu didn't laugh, and you wanted to slap your forehead when you remembered that you still hadn't gotten around to showing him the movies.

You sighed and laced your hands with his.

"I don't even know if this," you pointed to your stomach, "will work, and whether I or the baby will even..."

Jinu shook his head and put a finger under your chin so you would look up at him.

"Don't even think about it... I know someone whose parents were in exactly the same situation as us now. And she is more than fine, living as healthy and happy as everyone else.”

You frowned. "Who?"

Jinu bit his lip and looked at his feet before he looked at you again.

"Rumi."

Your jaw dropped, and you looked at him in disbelief.

"The Rumi from Huntrix? Your former rival Rumi? The Rumi who is a demon hunter?"

Jinu just nodded.

"Man, you know I love gossip! Why didn't you tell me about this?!”

He laughed and gently stroked your shoulders with his thumbs.

"It wasn't relevant until now. But I just wanted to tell you so you wouldn't panic."

He shook his head and looked deep into your eyes.

"You, I... we'll get through this. I know this wasn't planned, but hey…. We've been through way more stressful things together. We will get through this too. The baby will be fine, you'll be fine, and I'll make sure of that."

You nodded slowly. "Doesn't the baby need souls to survive too, then? It’s half demon, after all."

Jinu laughed and shook his head, clearly amused by your question.

"Rumi eats normal food and lives a normal life. If she now eats normal food, I don’t think she needed souls before being born.”

You nodded again and sighed deeply.

"You're so good at calming me down. I feel like I don't even deserve you most times.”

Jinu shook his head and smiled.

"No, I don't deserve you."

You wanted to say something in response when he silenced you with a kiss.

You didn't know that Jinu had already hidden a ring in his desk drawer when he first saw you.

But soon a beautiful ring would sparkle on your finger, with a baby on the way and a wonderful man by your side.

Oh, and you would have a word with him about gossip.

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[vynlrecord]

☆ thinking about vampire!dick grayson with a partner he’s just so eager to turn…

You can’t blame him - he thinks to himself, not really anyway. You’ve been oh so sweet about the whole thing, you didn’t even flee when you discovered his secret and any fear in your eyes, well that was quickly diminished with his soft words. He always did know just what to say to keep you in his arms, and you trusted him wholeheartedly.

He’d say he’s a respectable vampire, at least as much as he can be, but even the nicer ones test the boundaries, don’t they?

It started small, you’d get a paper cut and he’d kiss it better, grinning at you like a kid in a sweet shop, pretending to himself that even the smallest drop of your blood didn’t make him dizzy.

Then it escalated to the kisses you shared, makeout sessions that got him carried away, his fangs dragging over your bottom lip before nibbing just a little, practically groaning as he tasted the metallic warmth on his tongue.

“It was an accident", "I’m sorry", "I got carried away.” He’d always say.

And over time as he wormed his way further and further into your heart you just couldn’t say no, not when he pouted at you like the most innocent puppy you’ve ever seen, softly pleading for just a little sip. There were rules of course, only certain amounts of blood, not too often and definitely not when you were unwell.

He followed them gladly at first, but hunger always escalates and you always said yes because it felt so good to give in to him.

But his obsession shifted over time, less about the blood he used to so desperately crave from you and now...well now it was more about keeping you, forever.

“I’ve been thinking…” he murmurs one evening as you’re in his arms, on his lap. He has your legs spread, panties long since discarded as his slender fingers slide in and out of your dripping pussy. His other hand moves slowly along your thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles. Your pulse quickens beneath your skin and he feels it, every single thrum as his breath warms your neck.

He kisses the curve of your neck, so gently...so sweetly. You tilt your head, baring more of your skin to him, almost an instinctive offering and he smirks at it, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he let the points of his fangs ghost over the delicate place where your pulse flutters. “...Thinking about how sexy you’d be as a vampire”

You don’t pull away but you stiffen subtly. He notices it instantly, not surprised, he already knows how you feel about the topic.

“You said no,” he quickly adds, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hand stills between your legs, your pussy aching at the loss. “I know, I know- I remember. You said you liked being human.”

God knows why, he thinks to himself .

He peppers kisses along your skin, trailing from your throat to your jaw, fangs lightly grazing, no movement to bite, just making you aware of their presence, like he knew it made you weaker to him.

"Buuut I still think you should say yes...Just- Just think about it, no more of those stupid human weaknesses. It'll be amazing, I promise you'll feel more alive than you've ever felt."

“Alive?” you manage to say a little breathlessly. “Isn’t that exactly the opposite of what I’d be?”

He can't help the little chuckle he lets out at that, "Ohh but you'd be stunning. I'm picturing it all now, untouchable and dangerous. God, the way you'd move, fangs covered in blood-" his voice gets breathier as he speaks, cock hardening as his fingers resume their movements, sliding through your folds, still slick with your arousal as his other hand moves to your clit.

You shudder at the feeling, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you try to think straight, but it's hard when he has you like this.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he says, almost a whisper “I can't...Won't” The emphasis on the word is not lost on you, it makes you a little lightheaded, “If you stay like this....well time’s gonna to take you from me. And... I can’t let that happen, you understand, right?”

You turn your head as you look back up at him, eyes meeting. There’s something in your eyes, a different look he hasn't seen before, there’s still fear, yes but hesitation too, curiosity? Maybe he could change your mind after all...

But you open your mouth and he knows you’re still going to say no, so he finds that sweet spot inside you, scissoring his fingers at the perfect angle as you melt against him, hand reaching for his one between your legs, the only noise spilling from you after that is a soft moan as you cling onto him.

“Such a good girl for me.” He purrs, “You can’t blame me for being greedy.”

He knows he’s being cruel, making you have this decision whilst at the mercy of his fingers, but he’s selfish when it comes to you and he’s unapologetic about it. His mouth returns to your neck, lips parting wider now. His fangs hover, closer than before, the temptation to do it growing more and more.

“Wouldn’t it be so nice baby?” He whispers softly as he holds you in his lap when you squirm, your pussy clenching around his fingers and he knows you’re close by the slight tremble of your legs.  “Just imagine it, we could be together forever, it would be perfect...I wouldn't have to worry about you so often, I mean you know how clumsy you are, it's just not fair to have me worry all the time when I could change that."

A shudder runs through you at his words, you're not stupid, you know what he's doing, making you question it all as he has you on the edge of ecstasy, fingers working in and out in a rhythm that has you feeling like you'll see stars soon. You're adamant you don't want it but the way he talks about it, like some ideal future, you want to hang onto his every word.

He can feel your orgasm approaching, his tongue running along your pulse point as he works harder to get you there, "Come oonnn, the words are on the tip of your tongue, just say yes...come on pretty girl, almost there."

And still, he doesn’t bite, he knows you'll give in and the taste will be that much more satisfying when he knows you've agreed to it. He's practically shaking too from anticipation, barely hanging onto his restraint.

Words fail you as your back arches, leaning into his touch as your orgasm crashes over you, a breathless cry of his name on the tip of your tongue as your legs shake and you gush all over his fingers. He doesn't let up, working you through it until you fall back against him, hands desperately reaching out for him to hold you because you get so needy after an orgasm.

He's happy to oblige, wrapping you up in his arms, so you're even closer to him. He brings his fingers to his lips as he tastes your cum, eyes fluttering at how good you always taste, before leaning in to kiss you, wanting you to taste yourself on his tongue.

After a sweet shared kiss and gentle caresses, comforting whispers as he brings you down from your high, he can't help but ask, "Well, do you have an answer for me baby?"

...

"Yes"

dc lovers i’m pspsps’ing you guys over like cats to come and talk about them with me

[seokizaten]

The Gold He Holds [Zhongli] —⋆｡°✩

Chapter 4 [previous] [next]

Series Introduction: How shameful it is to be a mortal, falling in love with an Archon who had eyes for someone even before you were born?

After signing the contract, Y/N decided to go home for a moment. Zhongli offered to send her home but she declined, she doesn’t know what to feel at the moment. Zhongli is Morax, really? That used to be a funny inside joke to her.

She humiliated herself to him in every way possible. It is indeed her plan to recruit him in this research, something she planned a long time ago in order for her to have a reason to speak to him… and eventually get closer to him. She is a very intelligent woman but she wasn’t able to execute her plan well.

In fact, even if she did, she wouldn’t win regardless.

She entered her workplace, closing the door behind her in an instant. She sat down and stared at nowhere, feeling the tears she was trying to hold back drop down. Her face is expressionless, but her cheeks are full of tears, and her breathing is heavy.

Looking at the mini Rex Lapis statue she hand crafted on one of her desks, she is beyond ashamed. Her image is definitely all scattered in a negative way in his mind.

It’s so shameful, very shameful. She is very ashamed to her core that she doesn’t know how she can face him next time. She is ashamed to the core that she even asked him if she really doesn’t have a chance. 

How can she have a chance when she is literally a human who’s only worshipping him? Her lifespan is just a dot in his memory, she is just someone he wouldn’t remember one day. Another is that he is betrothed to another, his soul is tied to another divine. She has nothing against her.

Guizhong, a very remarkable God she respected her whole life. She is known to be beautiful and friendly, very gifted in creating mechanisms. She is the reason why she is also a little bit interested in engineering despite it being outside her career. Who knew that she would be jealous of someone divine and long gone? Who knew that she'd hate the idea of Guizhong with Rex Lapis when she always wondered if they’re romantically involved in their lives? 

Who is she compared to the divine who led people with him for thousands of years? Who is she compared to the God who served people with all her dignity? Who is Shi Y/N to Guizhong, the God of dust?

“Argh!” Y/N cried loudly. It’s so shameful, it is very shameful that she lost control of her own consciousness. Slowly, the information she just learned sank in her. It happened so fast that she wasn’t able to process it mentally at the same pace, she wasn’t able to react properly. Instead, she humiliated herself even more. 

She can’t imagine how gut wrenching it is to think that Zhongli is longing for her, for more than 3,700 years. She was only born twenty years ago, how is she going to compete with that? Everything happened during the ancient times that she could never even do anything about. She is gone but she is someone.

During times like this, she should be praying to Rex Lapis— how is she even going to do that?! 

She bowed down, letting her face be one with her desk. All that work, and what happened to her? All those scheming, and where did it lead her? This is very shameful, very shameful. “Oh, Archons. Let Zhongli forgive me.” She cried, her hands crumpling her skirt in the process. 

In a span of one month, she was nothing but a whole humiliation. 

And that is forever marked in her story, in Zhongli’s mind if it is relevant, and it will stay that way in eternity. 

That kind of crying lasted for so many days, weeks rather. She did not contact Zhongli at all despite still being in a contract with him, and it seems like he understood the situation. He did not try to reach out or anything, he just remained in his own business. 

For weeks, she stayed indoors to work on something new— and of course, to cry. 

But about three days before the last day of the contract, she went to his place unannounced. She finally had the face to look at him in the eyes again. Zhongli was surprised to see her, of course, but he invited her in. “How have you been? Are you alright to begin with your research again?”

Y/N gritted her teeth. It is not his fault that she is feeling this way but why does it feel so unfair? She’s only a little inserted chapter in his story, she isn’t supposed to act like she is a big part of it.

“No, I came here to personally inform you that I would be calling off the research. I am speaking to Zhongli, of course, not Rex Lapis.” She spoke, making Zhongli look at her oddly. “I-I already had the information I needed anyways, I can see that there is no more to be added in it so what’s the point? You helped me alot, Zhongli. I am grateful to have you on this journey.”

She bowed a little upon stating that. 

“And the seed, uhh…” She awkwardly spoke. “It has a sprout. Can we negotiate with the contract's deadline? I promise I can make it grow.”

Zhongli’s face seems to be in shock, she was able to make the seed grow? It’s been with him for thousands of years now, it sounds incredible how that happened. “Alright, do you have a suggestion?”

She thought for a while before speaking again. “Another two months.” She said and Zhongli hummed.

“Alright, I am taking note of that. Is there anything needed on your side?” He asked in return and she shook her head.

“Alright, Zhongli, Rex Lapis. I will head off now.” She said in a low tone and walked back to the door. “And oh, I know you don’t consider me a friend. But if you ever need something, I am willing to assist even someone divine like you, anytime in my short life span.”

She is still in a contract with Zhongli, however, she never spoke to him again. Everyday, she spends her time looking at the plant she’s taking care of. The other seeds of hers given by Childe are planted next to it though, they’re all still babies to her so she doesn’t feel like putting them outside.

For the past month, she’s been studying harder on mechanical engineering, all self taught. Is it because of her jealousy with Guizhong? Who knows. But somehow, she doesn’t see herself hating her for any reason. In fact, she is saddened by her death even more, knowing that someone here is still alive and reminiscing. 

She really is a lucky woman to be the one to capture Zhongli— Rex Lapis’ heart. If only she was born a God as well, she knows she wouldn’t stand a chance against her still. It’s Guizhong, after all.

Kneeling on the ground while vulcanizing a metal piece, she is occupied by her current project. She is wearing goggles to protect her eyes from the sparks of her tool, her hands in high durability gloves. She is creating this thing in her small workplace, and it is taking most of her place’s space. 

But that’s alright, it’s her little hobby anyways. Her hands are capable of handling things like this, like stated. Even her own sword was handcrafted by her, her own body armour she wears inside her clothing is handcrafted by her either. 

How did a historian earn something in the mechanical field, you may ask? She heard that Fontaine is fully engineered and she is thinking of ways to somehow do something like that. With use of her knowledge from history and its progression, she knows where to begin in an instant.

She stayed at Sumeru for five years for her studies. During her stay there, she met so many gifted people just like her. She started engineering when she was thirteen, being known as that history young lady at Sumer who blew up her dormitory at least once a day. However, she is mostly known as the lady who majored in two topics; History and Mechanical Engineering. The brain of women, the brain from Liyue. Although she might be known in engineering, she did not actually pursue it. Everything in engineering is just self taught. 

When she came home from Sumeru, she immediately joined the Adventurer’s Guild as she was referred to by her friend Childe. She isn’t much of a fighter, she is more of tactics. However, she believes that skills are always learned so she progressed on fighting. She earned her vision out of nowhere, even she doesn’t know where it came from. It’s just like it spawned in her hand and she resonated with it.

Using her anemo vision, she blew on the metal scraps on the ground to easily sweep them off. She stood up and removed her goggles, staring at her project with a hand on her hip. “Hm, fair.” She described her progress, and looked at her papers if she’s done it correctly. 

While reading, a paper flew right on the one she’s holding. It looks like a letter from someone so she immediately placed everything down to read it,

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Shi Y/N, I am in need of your assistance.  Xiao

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Xiao? OH! It’s that one kid from the Wangshu Inn who’s also friends with Zhongli— Rex Lapis. But what does he need from her? Surely this kid doesn’t know who she is enough to need her assistance. However, she is reminded that she once told him that he can ask her for help since they have a mutual connection.

She instantly prepared to head to the Wangshu Inn anyway, bringing nothing but herself. 

Upon arriving at the Inn, she was greeted by Xiao who instantly brought her somewhere private. She noticed that there are lots of scattered papers around, it seems like he’s been studying a lot lately. “You’re Shi Y/N, adopted by Shi Yue, am I correct?” 

“Indeed, what is the matter?” Y/N asked, sitting down while Xiao stood in front of her, writing something on a paper. “You’re doing a research? If so, is that why you called me? How may I be a help to you?”

Xiao paused, analyzing her face before going back to his paper. She noticed it in an instant, why does he keep on looking at her face like that like last time?

Something immediately sank in her, “I have a question, Xiao.” She spoke. “I noticed that some individuals recently have been analyzing my face oddly, like they’ve seen a ghost. One of those individuals is you, why is that? Is there something I am not seeing?”

Indeed, it’s been noticeable that some people were approaching her to look at her face longer than normal people would. Whenever she’s speaking to someone during commissions, they’d sometimes stare at her face in fear. It is so concerning to her that she started thinking that her face is something odd.

“Yes, many things.” He straight up answered. “And that’s the reason why I called you, I have been doing research about you since your last commission with me.”

Y/N made a face on that, “E-Excuse me?”

“You’re friends with Zhongli, aren’t you?” He asked her for a confirmation. “Promise me you wouldn’t mention a thing about this.”

“I- Alright. What is it about, anyways? I am very confused, I’m sorry.” Y/N asked. “This is the first time someone did a uhm, research about me. This is just so strange to me.”

Xiao paused, looking at her face. “I was informed that you found out about his identity a few weeks ago so I would come straight out to you, I have lived for as long as I remember, and Rex Lapis is my lord.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “S-So-”

“During the Archon war, Rex Lapis cursed a woman upon her death.” Xiao paused, sighing. “He cursed that no other person in Teyvat would ever have the same face as her. No one else would have her name, everything. She is only an individual who happened to live under the Guili Assembly.”

“What? He cursed an innocent woman?! And what does his hatred for the woman have to do with me?” Y/N asked and Xiao stared at her, thinking that she’d figure it out. “Oh, is it… because I have the same face as her?”

“You got it. Everyone who witnessed him do the curse knows about that, maybe those who stared at your face were one of them. Some of them could be adepties, spirits, or those outside the mortal world who decided to live among you.” Xiao explained and Y/N immediately touched her face.

“So that’s why Zhongli…” Y/N whispered underneath her breath, but Xiao heard it.

“Rex Lapis did what?”

She sighed. “That’s why he seemed like he despised me upon seeing me back then, and he didn’t want any friendship with me. It’s because I look like the woman he hated centuries ago!” She then stood up excitedly and walked towards Xiao’s window.

Xiao on the other side just looked at her with concern, slowly looking away with… empathy. 

“But why? It is not my fault that I look like her.” Y/N added to Xiao’s findings. “Why would he hate me just because he used to hate someone who looked like me?”

Xiao shook his head. “He is reacting negatively because his divine abilities was defied for the first time since he sat on his throne as an Archon. He is… surprised to see you.”

Y/N smirked on that. “Maybe I got reincarnated as that woman? That would be funny because we’re not enemies this time.” Xiao just looked at her again before sighing. 

“That’s what I’m researching about too. Aside from the same face, you act like her, and you sound like her too. The only difference is your name, and origin.” He said. “If you could be her reincarnation, then that means Rex Lapis’ divinity is doubtful. If not, then why do you… argh.” 

Y/N sighed and walked towards him. “If I’m gonna be honest, me and Zhongli— Rex Lapis, are not friends anymore. Acquaintances, yes. So I…” She paused. “Would you be so kind to inform me if he ever mentioned something about me?”

“He… he mentions you a lot but he dare not speak of the woman who looks like you.” Xiao said, making her heart skip a beat. 

“W-What did he say?!” Y/N asked but Xiao nervously looked away. She then held both his arms and began shaking him. “Xiao, what did he say about me?”

“I-I-” He stuttered, eyes wide while looking at her. 

“Xiao!”

“Alright! Rex Lapis is interested in you, but he doesn’t want to befriend you due to you looking like the woman he cursed.” Xiao said and Y/N immediately let go of him, making him exhale heavily.

“He likes me?”

Xiao looked at her in an odd way. “Is that how humans perceive that? No, he has no romantic feelings for you. He’s interested in your life. Just like me, he is studying you. The only difference is that I am open to you and we’re keeping this in between us.”

Y/N doesn’t know whether she’d be disappointed that Zhongli has no romantic interest with her, or she’d be happy because she is in his mind due to that. 

“Well, tell him I am no more than a regular human being.” Y/N said, placing her hands on her hips. 

“You don’t know that, Y/N. You could be someone’s soul before you were born, reincarnation as you call it. That’s why we’re studying about you, your face is an ancient image to those who were there.” Xiao said. “Either way, I will be informing you further once I have my answers. Write to me as well if you notice something odd around you, or to you.”

So that’s the end of their discussion? She’s still thinking about the information she just gained right now. But since Xiao is one of those in ancient times, surely she can ask him anything about history, right?

“Xiao, I have another question.” She said and he hummed in response. “Since you witnessed the time he cursed that woman, may I ask… What kind of relationship did Rex Lapis and Guizhong have? Did Rex Lapis love Guizhong? Was he supposed to be married to her?”

Xiao’s eyes widened in an instant, looking away nervously. “I-Uhh…”

“I asked him last time but he is avoiding the question, it’s like he never wanted to speak of it but I am eager to know.” Y/N continued and Xiao uncomfortably looked her in the eyes.

“Y/N...” He sighs. “It is not my story to tell. If you don’t see them in history books, then it is by Rex Lapis’ confidentiality. He did not put those in history because that’s his personal business as Morax, not as Rex Lapis.”

“But why would he hide it in the world, his love for her? Why wouldn’t he let the books tell their tale? Is he ashamed to be in love with her? Did he not want her name to be written that way next to him so that he wouldn’t get sad all over again?” Y/N asked more questions, leaving Xiao in an unsettling state. “I’m sorry, I just— I assume he mentioned that I humiliated myself to him by confessing my uh, human customs?”

Xiao slowly nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell you.” He said. “He loved Guizhong.” He straight up said. That shouldn’t surprise her at all, right? She should not have the heavy feeling inside her chest, then. “He loved her so much that even now, she lives like gold in his memory. Whether it’s in history or not, it is engraved in his heart like a rock with a wound because of a damage. Everyday, he’s still mourning since the very last breath of hers. After all, she died in his arms. There is no day that he did not think of her, I assure you.”

Y/N just blankly looked at him. “I see.” Then looked away. “So he really is in love with the God of Dust, they’re not just friends. Why would he not mention that? Maybe heartbreak?”

Xiao’s eyes just widened in realization, “I— You know, Y/N. We shouldn’t be digging that part of history. Like I said, it is kept confidential for a reason. Rex Lapis wouldn’t like this conversation of ours, and we should at least pay our respects in some manner.”

“Yes, I understand.” Y/N said in a low voice. “Thank you for answering me, Xiao.”

That concludes their conversation, she is now walking back to Liyue Harbor with an almond tofu given by Xiao which she’s currently eating straight out of its packaging. 

Strange, no one else in the world since that woman’s death had the same face as her. She doesn’t even know her ancestors so she can’t judge whether they’d look like her or whatever. But Zhongli, cursing a woman not to have any similarity with someone else ever is the strangest thing she has ever heard.

Now it answers all of it. The reason why Zhongli doesn’t want to befriend her, because she looks like someone he hated from the past. Whoever that woman is, she probably did something more than remarkable that a God cursed her to that extent. 

But still, that’s so strange. Could she be her reincarnation? Could she be her long lost relative? Is she sharing the curse with her? If so, did her parents notice that she is sharing that curse? She has so many questions but she can’t just straight up approach Zhongli and ask about it like they’re casual. 

She will only be able to speak to him in two months after their negotiation, for her to return the plant he asked her to look after. She just finally accepted the fact that she will never be able to pursue the man of her interest, five years of love, gone like a bubble. Imagine telling your friend that you got heartbroken because he turned out to be a God? 

“Pfft.” Y/N laughs loudly by herself as she walks through the Guili Plains. Luckily, she is the only one alone here so nobody can really hear her react to her thoughts.

She stopped upon reaching the statue of their Archon for a moment, facing it before looking up at him. Ever since she found out that she is indeed in love with a God, she viewed Rex Lapis differently. She’s still paying respects to him, of course. She is a history enthusiast and she knows what this God did for them. 

“I suppose you don’t hear prayers, now that you always go by your mortal form.” She spoke to the statue again like usual, like she’s actually speaking to the Archon itself. “Then I am still going to view Rex Lapis differently than Zhongli. After all, you are unconscious about whatever I’d say to you. To me, you’re still the same Archon I prayed to, growing up.”

The wind just gave the statue an embrace. Surely, it wouldn’t be a harm if she still worshiped him as a God and as their Archon, yes? It is just something she can’t seem to remove in her heart, paying respects to the Archon.

“I have so many things to tell you. I can just straight up approach you as Zhongli but that is a different case to me now, so I am talking to his statue like I haven’t met you.” She placed her hands together, and closed her eyes. “Rex Lapis, I am hereby approaching you as a humble human being of Liyue to ask for forgiveness. I have acted on impulse to your mortal form and I promise that I never had ill intention— but I am guilty, guilty as sin. I have sinned by applying my human customs unconsciously to a divine, and it caused my dignity a huge harm.”

She sighed, but she’s still in the same composure. “I am sorry, very sorry. I hope You— Zhongli will forgive me. Thank you for guiding me throughout my growth, and I hope you’d still continue to guide me like one of your people.” She finished her prayer and bowed in respect. “If only I could turn back time, I wouldn’t ever speak to your mortal form, Rex Lapis.”

The man on top of the mountain is staring down at her with his arms crossed, hearing every word she just said to his statue. “Hmph.” He scoffed. He then saw her placing down food wrapped in a leaf bowl. 

“I know it will just rot here, unless your mortal form is to come by and eat it. But this serves as my offering for today's visit.” She said and bowed before leaving, going back to Liyue Harbor like how she usually does whenever she visits the statue. 

Zhongli watched her walk away like some creepy stalker, his arms crossed and his face looking like he’s expressing anger. This lady still worships him after all, it shows how much respect she has in her. She still acts the same towards his statue, leaving an offering like it is an altar. He literally took the ‘The God watches us always’ seriously. 

Once she’s out of sight, he went to approach the food and picked it up. 

Almond Tofu?

He sighed loudly, placing the food in his pocket before walking towards the same direction as her. Shi Y/N really is engraved in his mind like a curse, to the point that he even began searching for things about her. Maybe it’s just due to the fact that he is researching why his curse did not work.

Because after 3,700 years, he saw that face again.

And it approached him like it is meant to happen.

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This is a fanfiction based on Genshin Impact’s Zhongli, all made with my imagination. Please do not copy, translate, or repost to another platform without my permission!! —⋆｡°✩ Thank you so much!!

[topazshadowwolf]

Hopefully my last ever Soriel Rant

Sorry to those who have heard this before. But, yet again, I am going through the Soriel tag and see hate because "Toriel is old." This time, though, they added that Soriel only works in DT because Toriel is not as old as UT Toriel. This annoyed me as it is apparent some information given in UT has been forgotten. All of you are forgetting she is a BOSS MONSTER. Per Gerson:

"We call 'em Boss Monsters. When they have an offspring, the SOUL power of the parents flows into the child... Causing the child to grow as the parents age. But ASGORE doesn't have a child. So he's been stuck at the same age... And probably will be forever. Huh? What if the child is a human...? What? Nah. That wouldn't work. So if ASGORE's your father, he'll definitely outlive you."

Asriel DIED in UT before his horns grew in. UT Toriel is YOUNGER than DR Toriel. I'm starting to assume most of you who think Toriel is so old is because you, yourself, are a kid or teen. But let me explain to you some basic facts:

Royalty often marries young and focuses on having children as soon as possible. Especially if you are next in line for the throne and your kingdom is in dire straits. In a monarchy system, having the stability of a King and Queen, as well as future rulers (Princes or Princesses), provides reassurance to the people, knowing that there is stability. It provides security for the future so they, too, can form families and a life.

Considering all of that, given the war and loss of many monster species, UT Asgore and Toriel were likely 18-20 years old when they married. With how young Asriel looks and sounds in UT, he likely died no older than 10. Additionally, considering he does not have his horns, we can infer that he died at a young age. Meanwhile, DR Toriel's Asriel not only grew in his horns but is old enough to go away to college! Even if Boss Monsters stop aging at 25, and both Toriel and Asgore's parents lived long enough during the war for them to reach that age, and they waited until then to have their own children, that would mean Toriel would be at most around 35 years old. No matter how many years go by. She is MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY about 35 years old until she has another child. Or at least the human equivalent of 35 years old, give or take, for differences in the aging of Monsters.

We do not know Sans' age. All of you "kids" see him at 20 because to you that's old, but to someone my age, he then would still be a young'un, a teen in a way, if he were just 20 years old. He is likely 25 or older, to me at least. I feel this way as he seems to be someone who is more mentally mature. (Your brain does not stop developing until you are 24-25 years old. The last part to develop is your prefrontal cortex, which is the part that allows you to understand cause and effect.) I say this because UT Sans knew that interfering with the humans' travels by holding their hand, like Toriel, would make the 'game' boring. But seeing a friendly face now and then during times we might start feeling lonely would be helpful. Also, by stepping in too soon to stop the human, he wouldn't be at his strongest to fight us if we killed a few people.

I have seen people judge him for not stepping in to save his brother. Even question how much he loves Papyrus if he just allowed it to happen. Do you honestly think he just wanted to sit back and let you kill Papyrus? Someone who breaks the gameplay in the final boss fight by attacking you in the menu screens? NO. He does love Papyrus. He tries to encourage you to spend time with Papyrus, to care about his little brother. He pushes on us that Papyrus is the coolest. Because if we love Papyrus, we wouldn't want to hurt him. Because he saw something concerning timelines, starting and stopping, but only one ends everything, thus there is no going back. So, only one timeline truly matters.

To make these decisions, he likely has a fully developed mind that allows him to understand that acting too soon will have a worse outcome than waiting. That Papyrus might die now, but if he proves this route is bad or makes it impossible to continue, the kid might go back and redo things. Not saying a 20-year-old couldn't think this. But it is more likely to be seen by someone older and mature. Which is different than the typical "Sans is too lazy to save his own brother" that i have seen.

Sans is seen as lazy, and as an adult, I get it. My living space is messy, and I prefer lazing around when I can. However, I still work a full-time job, help my friends with whatever they may need, and I have some hobbies that I'm passionate about. Sans is messy, but he tried to bake a pie (sugary quiche), got some snail-shelled pasta that Papyrus is unsure what he did with, and visits a lady daily at a door to give her company. He made his brother's costume and helped him make a guard station to help encourage his dream of becoming a member of the royal guard. The fact that Sans is paying for the house, supporting his brother by working multiple jobs, and getting him whatever he wants or needs to have a stable life, tells me he would understand Toriel in her efforts to raise the humans. They may even commiserate about things that happened, which only a single parent might understand. Because Sans might be the older brother, but he also took on the fatherly role for Papyrus.

"But, Topaz, Sans is Papyrus's brother, and Papyrus is still young!" I hear you say. 1. We don't know how old Papyrus is. The CoolSkeleton95 doesn't mean much to me, as I personally used random numbers that didn't mean jack squat to me whenever I needed to add a number at the end of a username. Also, maybe skeletons take a long time to age. Maybe Papyrus was born in 1895. Regardless, just because YOU might have used your birth year does not mean Papyrus used his. And 2. So? There can be a 10, 15, or even 20-year age difference between them. That is possible. If their mother was 20 when Sans was born, guess what? The mother could have been 40 when Papyrus was born. These are just life facts; people forget that when looking at fictional characters, their own personal life does not need to apply.

The bottom line: Stop throwing false accusations of disgusting behaviors (an 80-year-old going after a 20-year-old, for example) just because you don't like the ship. And you don't have to like it! But saying 'well, it only works in DR and not UT because of (same old recycled excuse that has already been debunked hundreds of times)' is just getting annoying. We all have our preferences. Just because you're annoyed that DR Soriel seems to be happening and people are excited and posting about it doesn't give you an excuse to dunk on UT Soriel.

Now, get off my lawn! Whipper-snappers these days. (Translation: Please, just stay out of the tag/don't tag your hate posts as Soriel.)

[idk-but-it-must-be-something-gay]

A cluttered list of my offhanded thoughts as I watch KPop Demon Hunters for the first time

-Ugh, her slipping on the jacket (covering her patterns) as she sings “no more hiding” is so good

-“Maybe they’ll understand” she wanted to tell them but Celine dug that shame in deeper (not necessarily hating on Celine, she had the weight of this same legacy placed on her and is continuing the cycle, like the fascinating character she is)

-I’m just picturing Rumi walking down the street and seeing a cute shirt or dress in a store window or something and immediately thinking of how she could wear it while still covering her patterns. Like it’s a thing that she’s constantly aware of

-In addition to that, I’m imagining her finding an old top/dress of hers that she used to love, but even though it still fits, the sleeves aren’t long enough or the neckline isn’t high enough to cover her patterns and her just having to sadly forget about that piece that she used to wear all the time

-Also, when they were talking about how to fix Rumi’s voice, I couldn’t help but focus on how Mira and Zoey were in loose, comfy clothes and Rumi had to wear a tighter-fitting turtle neck under a hoodie. I’m thinking thoughts about that

-We already see it with the whole bathhouse thing, but I wonder how Rumi literally being closed off from everyone affected the girls’ relationship

-Clothes can also be such a huge part of self expression and the fact that she is limited like that probably makes her sad at times. I personally think that she would push this down and — even when she’s alone — pretend that it doesn’t bother her at all

-There’s literally no way that there ISN’T a portion of her fanbase that’s way to intrusive about the fact that she never shows her arms/neck. She’s literally a celebrity, and an idol at that, there’s definitely disrespectful theories about it from entitled fans

-Can a demon be good? The better question is, can a demon be smart? How did it take this long for someone to come up with something like this

-Him covering up her patterns him covering up her patterns

-How young do you think Rumi was when she first heard “your faults and fears must never be seen” and how young do you think she was when she fully internalized it

-How did Zoey and Mira get involved in this? Like Rumi is a legacy but where did those two come in?

-I can vividly imagine Mira swinging that thing (what is that weapon called?(a woldo apparently)) and just taking half her hair off with it mid-battle

-All of the Saja Boys just having their postures as their names. Like they’re called by their “thing” because that image is all that they are. But Jinu is Jinu

-Augh the leather the squealing leather that’s so awful and so awkward

-All of the other Saja Boys’ eyes turning demon amber as they shed their personas while Jinu is is the back looking more human than ever

-Idk, maybe I’m imagining it, but that slight hint of softness in Jinu’s voice when he says that he wants to talk about Rumi’s patterns

-Who even are the other Saja Boys. Were they just random demons that Jinu was like “yeah, you can sing good enough, wanna join my boy band?”

-He MADE the hat for the cat but the crow keeps stealing it. Adorable in every aspect

-I personally like to think that patterns are like snowflakes or fingerprints. As similar as they look, no two demons have the exact same patterns

-All of these songs fuck btw

-“I can’t wait to see you on that stage tomorrow” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

-Was that a Saiki K. reference

-The purple shirts with their patterns. The fact that the patters on Jinu’s shirt are less densely packed. I’m ignoring that Romance didn’t have any patterns on his shirt, it interrupts my line of thinking and I don’t accept it

-I started watching this at 10pm. It’s currently 1am and I still have half an hour left of the movie. Maybe I’m thinking TOO MANY thoughts. I only started making this post like halfway through the movie too

-Her hair getting frazzled when her marks are uncovered because her marks being uncovered is unkempt. and all the getting pushed around but whatever

-Since ordinary people can’t see demon stuff, I wonder what the crowd thinks is happening on stage

-The one demon amber eye

-What even is a kid’s movie anymore. What do you mean Rumi held out her sword to the closest thing she has to a mother and begged her, demanded her to kill her with it

-The way she raises her arms to push the sword to Celine but doesn’t lift her head at all is stabbing me straight through the heart

-Celine defaulting to what she knows and the parenting style she’s always used instead of changing anything, even though she knows that it’s clearly not working, is so well-done

-Maybe I’m overthinking it, but Bobby’s chanting being out of sync with the crowd’s chanting… hmmmmmmm

-I know it’s pure evil, but “Your Idol” is definitely by favorite Saja Boys song, visually and sonically

-The colors of her Hunter magic flowing through her demon patterns is so beautiful and the image is so powerful

-Doubling down on my earlier “all of these songs fuck”

-HE GAVE HIS SOUL TO HER (not to ruin the moment, but I need to see some sort of weird soul sex fanfic or something like that)(don’t tell me you don’t see the vision)

-I have many feelings on them going from gold+neutral colors to rainbow. something, something… accepting every part of yourself, this post is already way too long…

-Rumi wearing something loose and comfy, showing her patterns freely (circling back to my earlier thoughts about her clothes)

-Do you think Rumi forgets that she doesn’t have to wear long-sleeved turtlenecks? Like she has to consciously remind herself that she can wear whatever she wants and doesn’t have to cover up anymore

-I would love to think more on Celine and Rumi’s relationship and its complexities, but it’s so damn late and I can’t think much at all right now

-This is definitely going up there with Nimona on my “I rewatch this at least once a month” list

-It’s 2am, and I’m going to bed, but when I wake up tomorrow, I’m going spelunking in the KPDH tag!

[thenexusofsouls]

Hearing that Wanda felt he was helping her just by talking with her and allowing her to get to know him made him so happy. This amazing woman who had taken time out of her life to help someone so strange and different when they were struggling deserved to have that kindness and positivity come back to her in some way. Energy had a way of balancing itself, Xenos knew. Humans sometimes called it karma, whether good or bad. He wanted to make it a point to help the beautiful energy Wanda had sent his way find a way back to her. She deserved to smile and feel as happy as he did right now.

"Would... love... to get to know... you too," he said. "If you... are ever... com-... comfortable... with that." He didn't want to press, but he also didn't want her to think he wasn't interested in knowing more about her, because he most definitely was.

He appreciated so much the way Wanda respected his boundaries and gave him choices instead of simply doing whatever she wanted. Although there was a significant amount of sensory overload that entered into his fear of touch, it was also the way those sensations were thrust upon him when he wasn't prepared for them. If he had a second to anticipate how it would feel, that alone made it feel less intense to him, less overwhelming. And of course the way she'd hugged him was gentle and loose, so he didn't feel caught, held, trapped, or restrained. She seemed to understand so well, and he supposed that was because maybe she had such boundaries herself, in her own way, and she was merely treating him the way she wished to be treated herself. He would certainly do that for her.

When she laid her head against his shoulder, Xenos couldn't help the way he bowed his face against her hair, taking in her scent. It felt so wonderful to have someone want to be that close to him, for he tended to frighten nearly everyone he came across. He supposed he didn't help matters much by being so standoffish, but he'd never felt that way with Wanda.

She would hug and touch him to help him get used to happy touching? As if Wanda couldn't get any more amazing to him, she just did. Xenos smiled so brightly then. "I... give you... permission... to touch... and hug. I trust you. Warning first... does help... though," he said. "Would like... to get used... to your touches, Wanda. Never knew... touch... could feel so nice."

Xenos thought for a moment, though. Since she was doing so much for him, he felt like he ought to do more for her, he just didn't know what she might need from him. "Anything... you want... from me? Can do... something... for you?" he offered, eager to make her as happy as she'd made him.

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"I am doing it to be able to trap him, just not right now," Stephen admitted. "I want to know that I can get control of the situation if he threatens the general public. He doesn't need to know that's what I'm doing, but I've got a responsibility to make sure I can handle him if I need to."

"Yeah, well, just don't piss Wanda off, okay, we have to live with her. You go home to your... magical... library... place... and-"

"-magical library place?"

"-leave us here to face the wrath of a very short but very angry woman, and that's really not fair," Tony said, talking right over Stephen. "Keep that in mind."

"I'll try to," Stephen said, forcing a smile.

"Why do I think he's going to get us all in trouble with Wanda?" Tony asked Steve after Strange had left. The playful banter between them, though, was a welcome change of subject. "Well, I have to make sure they're straight, you know, and you can't do that if you're... right up... in there," he said, putting a flat hand in front of his face to demonstrate. "I gotta step back and get perspective. Plus you can lift a lot more than I can. Don't make me get the suit. I don't wanna spend my afternoon filling out property damage claims if I overshoot something," he joked.

They made their way to one of the vacant rooms near Wanda's own, and Tony was happy to see a pile of boxes in the hallway. "Oh good, here they are." Once they'd carted the panels into the room, unboxed them, and got them installed, a little over an hour had passed. They'd made several changes to the room besides that, including changing the bedding, changing the settings on the intercom, and Tony even had a quieter toilet installed. "Anything else you can think of for someone with uh... sound and sensory issues?" he asked Steve.

what are you afraid of? (Xenos)

Xenos should never have come this close to this developed of a human city. Even wandering the suburbs of New York City had been a trial for him, with car horns blaring, people yelling, and a sense of too many things moving around him all at once. But once he'd reached deep into the city, he knew he'd made a mistake. There was a stark lack of awareness from the people walking around him. Some bumped into him without warning while others simply seemed to have no spatial awareness whatsoever. There were even more car horns, and more yelling, and Xenos felt his chest tightening from the stress of it all.

Soon, he couldn't breathe, and try as he might to get out of there, it seemed the more he walked, the deeper into the city he embedded himself. "Back!" Xenos shouted to someone who had bumped into him hard, pushing him away with one of his hands.

"Hey man, screw you!" the human said to him as he kept on walking.

He hadn't realized that he'd wandered into a roadway until he was almost hit by a car. It screeched to a halt and Xenos lifted his hands to cover his ears as the sound of the car's horn blared so loudly he thought he would die. "Get away!" he yelled, and it happened. His magic lashed out, creating a dome of isolation around him, encompassing the entire block. Everything went silent, for he'd removed all the humans from within the dome, leaving them outside its invisible border. Inside, he left the animals and insects for they did not bother him, but the cars, trucks and buses were now uninhabited, turned off, still.

The silence was wonderful, and he felt the tension begin to release him. The dome's barrier kept out the sounds of the surrounding city, as well as those of the angry and confused humans who had been moved from their vehicles, or who could no longer pass down the street because of the invisible barrier. While Xenos paced back and forth in the middle of the street, slowly calming himself, people outside the dome where already calling emergency services and police, angry and scared by what had occurred.

The Avengers were called in.

Xenos moved inside a building, where it was dim and peaceful, taking deep breaths as he slowly wandered around. This was better. Much better. He didn't care or even realize the disruption he'd just caused within a major human city.

Outside, people were telling tales of a strange man who had somehow made invisible walls in the city, not fully understanding what all had happened. When the Avengers arrived, they were met with a large block of New York City that looked... empty, uninhabited. Cars left abandoned, doors to buildings left open. It looked like something out of a zombie apocalypse... but where were the zombies?

Steve couldn't punch through the wall. Tony's repulsors couldn't penetrate it either. They couldn't even see what it was they were trying to knock down. But not all members of the team were as hindered by the magical barrier as the rest...

Xenos knew the moment someone had entered the dome, and he twitched with the sensation of his magic being disturbed. Perplexed, for this had never happened before, he walked to the door of the building and peered out. A human was there... but how? No human should be able to defy his magic. None ever had before. He watched her from afar for a bit, until it seemed that she was, either intentionally or inadvertently, headed right for him. Did she know he was there? No, no, she could not. Humans lacked such senses, he knew, especially in this time. The sorcerers of old were all but gone from the world now, or... or at least Xenos hadn't encountered any for a very long time.

Slowly, he stepped out of the building and onto the sidewalk, his body tilting awkwardly to the right as his head did the same, as though he was trying to size her up and see her better. When she spoke to him, he recoiled suddenly from the sound of her voice. He didn't take steps back from her, but rather only leaned back, his head snapping backward a bit as a dog or cat might do if they were startled while curiously trying to get the scent of something. He thought about her words for some time before responding.

"Not afraid," he said, but his voice was barely there. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to anyone to any real capacity, and his voice suffered from a lack of use. He didn't think it was loud enough for communication purposes, so he tried again. "Not... afraid." Xenos put up his hand almost as if he was making a wait a minute motion with it, but moved it up and down, as though pressing some imaginary buzzer in the air, his fingers outstretched. He was merely thinking of the right word, his head turning this way and that like the word might suddenly be floating in the air somewhere he could see. "Overwhelmed," he finally decided upon. "The city is... too much." His hands found his head and he swayed a bit, as thought he was in pain. "So I have expelled it... from this space." He then made a pushing away motion with both his hands, moving them out from his body.

But then Xenos' head tilted again, his face obscured by the draping hood of his long coat. "How...?" he asked, pointing back in the direction she came. "How... did you enter?"

[angelbitezzz]

*A kazoo version of total eclipse of the heart begins to play sadly in the background*

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[overly-verbose]

I'm just thinking that Uraume is a great cook, but the real masterpieces are made up of people. I understand that Sukuna will be a little uncomfortable eating people's kebabs (that usually scares teenagers, you know). BUT. The moral mobility of His Evil Majesty's mentality simply says to me: Find the enemy, and the big guy will finally get a nice meal. He worked so hard, he deserves dinner. ("Fu_k, Marry, Eat" game. Start). SO. ONE DAY. People tempura — yes or no? How much Curse is in our King?

Uraume is indeed a great cook, ridiculously even lol

- I mean afaik it's canon that, whilst human meat is supposedly difficult to prepare well, they managed to do it; which is one of the main reasons why Sukuna kept them around aside from the fact that they're a powerful sorcerer lol

(he most probably liked the unaltered taste by itself too (he did in my Series Canon for sure), but Uraume made it additionally enjoyable - so for Mr. I Do What I Want it was definitely a unique plus lol)

As for SIkuna eating people, hmm

Although he's pretty deeply in denial about it, he doesn't actually directly feel anything negative at the prospect

(as showed in Part 4, he actually found the little taste of Yuji's blood he got by accident ridiculously enjoyable, if in terms of Identity Issues and 'Ah Shit That's The Kid's Blood' extremely distressing as well. What a fun combination)

- it's Everything Else around it that makes him uneasy; like the fact that he Knows It's Wrong, The Kids Would Most Freaking Likely Not Like it, and just overall the Character Dissonance he feels about it all

because how the fuck can he be a protective inner marshmallow that would just like to hug the kids, and give them headpats, and heal their wounds, and just overall take care of them as best as he can 🥺

and someone that gets absolutely freaking giddy at the idea and acts of violence and bloodshed (as long as it doesn't involve Some People but especially if it involves Other Ones) at the same time y'know?

(sorry bro, you're not gonna get any less contradictory anytime soon if ever - have fun being yourself, whatever that means, lol

Complex characterisation and all that ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

But returning to the topic; I won't say anything about further down the timeline

(he might, he might not, who knows, probably not in a way that would upset the kids too much if anything but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

but there is this one particular, hm, person that would fit all boxes in terms of being a mostly guiltless but still tasty snack, though not as tasty as possible, who miight be meeting him relatively soon (how??)

- and SIkuna wouldn't even need to break any promises with Yuji (oop spoiler 👀) to indeed have a spooky snack!

So, before anything as sophisticated as tempura - there may be moreso sashimi :] *HeeHee HoHo's a bit as lighting strikes in the background and I comically jump in surprise because wtf the sky's clear-????*

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[primadonnabish]

I definitely see a sequel that explores all the unresolved plot points like Celine and Rumi, Rumi's parents, Jinu, Mira & Zoey's backstories,

The Other Saja Boys backstories, etc.

Here's what l imagine the general story of the sequel will be:

Since the Honmoon is rainbow instead of gold demons can still pass through but maybe that serves a purpose. We now know that demons (some of them) don't actually want to steal souls but do it for survival and because Gwi-Ma is a powerful evil force that they fear. We also know a good chunk of demons (I'm assuming the ones that used to be humans) despise Gwi-Ma because he tortured them with their past mistakes and regrets.

What if for this sequel since Mira & Zoey are humans and went though their own struggles.

Gwi-ma actually came to them with offers when they were at a low point but had the power to reject his offer making them worthy to be recruited by Celine to be the two other huntresses. However while Mira and Zoey were able to reject Gwi-Ma, they also explore and see how those that did accept Gwi-ma's offers aren't truly unforgivable terrible beings who don't deserve redemption because very often people can make bad choices and mistakes but have good intentions behind them but unfortunately made their choices out of moments of selfishness/ desperation or because of the cards they were handed in life led them to make unfortunate choices. Basically something to show that you can't judge someone at face value for their circumstances and the choices they made because when you see the full story, you can see how they ended up where they are and even see that you were actually close to doing the same.

Next up Jinu and The Saja Boys. I already elaborated many times that after giving Rumi his soul, Jinu is very much bounded to Rumi's sword. Because of that he is bounded to Rumi and can change from human spirit form (like a ghost) to a sword form. The subplot focus could then be on Jinu & Rumi growing closer then before while figuring out how to truly set Jinu's soul free. Meanwhile for the other four Sajas they were sent back to the underworld, and unfortunately so was Gwi-ma. Gwi-Ma seemed too easily defeated for being the big bad so l think he was sent back to the underworld and is

now even more cruel than before fuming that he was so close only to lose again. Meanwhile, the four Saja’s who saw Jinu as a brother to them are a little mad a Rumi since Jinu sacrificed himself for her, but even more p!seed and hate Gwi-Ma more since he was the one that turned Jinu to ashes. In this anger they for Saja’s argue with Gwi-ma and allude to starting a rebellion to overthrow him. Angered by this attempt at rebellion he goes to destroy the four Saja’s but they manage to escape to the human world now wanted fugitives of the underworld, either no where else to go they seek huntress for help staring their frenemies team up. Finally we have Rumi & Celine, after the events of the first movie we had no follow up to their argument. Perhaps this makes things awkward between them as Celine refuses to talk to Rumi after Rumi chose to embrace her half demon side (though the public and fans think Rumi just got some sick new tattoos). Rumi tries to talk to Celine but she still refuses to accept Rumi’s demon side which leads to another argument, this os followed up with Jinu coming back in his spirit form explaining how he is now Rumi’s sword and they just talk for a bit after a cute reunion which is cut short when the Saja Boys appear at Huntrix’s door there is a bit of a fight before the boys explain what’s going on and they have a small cute reunion with Jinu. After some talking the team decides to work together. Some plot and story happens and the team is eventually discovered by Celine & Bobby, Bobby has panic attack learning the demon are real thing while Celine argues saying how demons can’t be redeemed and trusted, but Celine argues and shows how she is wrong but Celine is still stubborn which leads to the backstory of Rumi’s parents which I not entirely sure how that goes but I’ll leave that up to y’all to decide what Rumi’s Parent’s story is. More story happens and progresses (now with Celine joining the team and Bobby calming down and becoming the team’s “guy in the chair”. Moving on to the final fight where The team is fighting off Gwi-Ma Jinu (in sword form) and Rumi are trying ti land the finishing hit but are overpowered it looks like they are about to lose but then Celine comes in and sacrifices herself for Rumi, finally looking at her and apologizing. By Giving her soul to Rumi and becoming her new sword, Jinu’s soul is set free and he now has a physical form again and like Rumi his demon markings are now pearly rainbow colored. Gwi-ma is defeated, Bobby now manages Huntrix & The Saja Boys, we get Jinu x Rumi properly alongside other couples (y’all can decide which ones those are I’m personally rooting for Zoey X Abs x Mystery & Mira X Romance). Roll end credits showing a compilation of Huntrix x Saja Boys recreating famous Kpop memes and being crackheads on variety shows. This is just a brief plan out of story ideas to tackle in the sequel. Some Final notes I have are that I hope the Saja Boys get proper names in the sequel RN I refer to them by their Headcanon names: Jinu, Daeun (Baby), Jae-hyun (Romance), Garam (Mystery), and Beomseok (Abs). And I feel like this story can add on to my analysis of how Celine & Gwi-Ma represent Kpop companies with this sequel showing Celine as what Kpop companies should do then they mistreat their artists: Apologize and make it up to them properly. While Gwi-ma represents what should happen to Kpop companies when they mistreat their artists and refuse to change for the better: be defeated and lose everything with their artists taking their business and success to a better company that will treat them right. Anyways those are my Ideas for a sequel feel free to share what else you can add. 💗

I know that the directors of Kpop Demon Hunters have said that they already have ideas for a sequel, and all I could think is what would sequel even be about???

There has to be demon related issues or challenges. It can’t just be about the girls hanging out and fighting the demons etc for 2 hours and I know some would like that, but there has to be conflict and issues.

Would it be about Rumi’s parents? Would it be about Jinu? I honestly don’t want to hope too much because I’ve been hurt before when it comes to Enemies to Lovers romances. But I honestly cant imagine a sequel without Jinu. It wouldn’t be the same.

Yeah, it's weird to imagine Kpop Demon Hunters without him. Especially because his character always seemed so important. Sometimes, you would see Ahn Hyo-seop's (Jinu VA) name pop up before the names of May Hong (Mira's VA) and Ji-young Yoo (Zoey's VA) in many credits of the movie. They surely left space for a possible Jinu comeback (and we only see Mira and Zoey killing Abby and Mystery, with Romance and Baby nowhere to be found, so maybe they just came back to the demon world and might appear too). A sequel could explore more of Mira's family, Zoey's background, how the three girls came together and were trained by Celine, the story of the Sunlight Sisters and Rumi's parents, Bobby could find out about it (because king deserves to know, I need to know more about him, Celine was their former manager, so how did Bobby step in, are Bobby and Celine half american like Zoey, etc) and as the demons don't have a master anymore, it could show them fighting the very few demons who still steal souls and trying to make peace with the demon world and maybe Gwi-ma's return too (because he was defeated too easily and some have the thoery he might be Rumi's dad, which I don't believe in) or introduce a new villain final boss that took Gwi-ma's place. And it could show Celine being opposed to Rumi exploring her demon side and trying to be in good terms with the demon world because it goes against everything she believes and hunters were taught in the past, how the new rainbow honmoon works, how the other demons can maybe "heal" themselves from their shame and having rainbow marks too, like her, instead of the usual purple patterns, etc. At least that's the direction I'm going for in my ao3 fic lol. There are many possibilities, I really hope it becomes a trilogy/franchise (and with a theatrical release, I need to see it on the big screen)

[shadowtraveled]

"mithrun is the only real monsterfucker in dungeon meshi" is objectively the funniest bit you can get out of his everything, but in all seriousness i think his attraction to his love interest is deliberately overstated—and that makes sense, because romantic jealousy is a classic and digestible motive, which is explicitly what kabru was aiming for in condensing mithrun's backstory, and also because until chapter 94, mithrun wasn't willing to admit to the true nature of his desires.

but because romantic envy is both classic and digestible, it probably isn’t a unique enough or complicated enough desire to tempt a demon’s appetite. mithrun’s wish, as far as we can figure from kabru’s reduced retelling, was to have a life in which he had never become one of the canaries, and that carries like 3857 implications and desires within it. that’s delicious. his love interest acts as sort of a red herring to his motivation for making it, though. (side note: i'm saying "love interest" here because, keeping in mind that i barely speak japanese on a good day anymore, "想い人" is something i'd usually take as just kind of an old-fashioned and romantic way to refer to a lover, but in context i wonder if both the connotation of yearning and the vagueness are intentional, and i think this phrasing gets those aspects of it more effectively. anyway.)

mithrun considered his love interest to be untrustworthy. there was a minute where i thought that comment might be about a similar-looking elf (yugin, one of his squad members), but comparing the two…

the "sketchy" arrow is definitely referring to the elf we know as his love interest—the bangs go toward her right, she only has the one forehead ornament, and, most notably, her ears aren't notched.

every time she’s given a full-body depiction in his dungeon, she’s drawn as a chimera, with the body of a snake from the waist down. (side note: the “what if a dungeon has chimeras before reaching level 4?”/“then the dungeon lord is unstable” exchange just being mithrun grilling his past self alive is so funny. he’s so. but anyway) there are a couple things about this.

first, the snake part of the chimera appears to be modeled after some species of coral snake mimic

which, in the biology-for-fun manga, i… doubt is a coincidence, especially with the added context of the “untrustworthy” comment. the dungeon’s conjured illusion of mithrun’s love interest was a harmless copycat of a venomous original. for whatever reason, he felt this person was a threat and made up a "safe" version of her to be in a relationship with, and while it’s definitely possible to be attracted to or even love someone you find to be toxic and/or intimidating, when you take that into consideration alongside the configuration of her body, you get some interesting implications.

which brings us to our second point: if we assume that mithrun was not in fact fucking a snake, then sexual attraction, at least, was so far removed from his idea of a relationship with this person that he did not even bother to keep her dungeon copy human enough to maintain the illusion of the option of a sexual relationship. this is somewhat echoed in the depictions of their interactions, which also imply a frankly unexpected romantic distance. she kisses his cheek and he doesn't seem to react; she's at the edge of a narrow bed with only one set of pillows, on top of his blankets while he's underneath them.

the kiss is particularly interesting because it seems to contrast the text. kabru's narration tells us this was everything mithrun could have asked for, but mithrun is there looking unreadable to pensive, likely because this is right before the panel that makes it clear things in the dungeon are beginning to go wrong.

walking through this backwards for a minute, we have the physical barrier of his bedding and the spatial separation inherent in a bed made for one person, the emotional barrier of his mounting anxiety getting in the way of his ability to enjoy the affection he sought, and... the snake, which historically carries the connotation of temptation, yes, but also mistrust, barring physical intimacy. okay. ok. if a dungeon reflects the mentality of its lord, all of this might suggest that mithrun was not able to have any real desire for a relationship with this person. his unwillingness to be vulnerable or let another person in was insurmountable. but in that case, why was she such a focal point that she remained to the end, after his dungeon had stopped creating iterations of his friends to come and visit him? why would he get so upset over her meeting with his brother that he became lord of a dungeon about it?

well. mithrun's brother was also interested in her, probably genuinely. and mithrun had to win.

you have an older brother who your parents completely ignore, probably in part because he is chronically ill/disabled and almost definitely in part because he received a ton of recessive traits that resulted in rumors that he was an illegitimate child. you are aware, most likely because those same parents fucking told you, that you actually are an illegitimate child. but they keep you around because you had the good fortune of looking just like your mother. what can that possibly teach you but that you, like your brother, are disposable?

it's utterly unsurprising that mithrun, under these circumstances, developed a pathological need to be better than everyone around him. people don't keep you otherwise. i'd argue this is also why he says he looked down on everyone he knew while milsiril claims his dungeon reeked of feelings of inferiority—he sought out people's worst traits and prioritized them in his mind to protect his already extremely fragile sense of self-worth, and all the while he tried to be as likable and high-performing as he possibly could be. his parents disposed of him anyway, but even then he tried to keep up the performance. he was kind to everyone. he never once lost to a dungeon.

when he saw his "love interest" meeting up with his brother, what he saw was himself being replaced by a person his parents had always treated as worthless, and if that was what they thought of the child they'd kept, what value could anyone possibly see in the bastard they'd given away to die? mithrun and kabru tell the story like he wanted to win this unnamed elf's heart, but it was never about being with her. it was about cementing his worth, proving that he didn't deserve to be thrown away.

and so it's particularly cruel that his demon discarded him, too. but maybe it's also particularly gentle that, in the end, there was someone who refused to even consider giving up on him.

kui laid it out in three panels better than i could hope to.

yeah. it's love. you wanted to be loved, even when the only way you were able to understand it was through the desire to be wanted, and you wanted that so badly that the idea of being consumed felt like the promise of finally mattering to someone.

[heavenlybodies333]

Viagra, really? -S.R

Spencer Reid x coworker!reader

All you'd wanted was to satisfy a dumb curiosity—whether or not Viagra had an effect on women. It wasn’t like you were going to pop a whole pill and throw yourself at the next human being in sight. It was just a fun, stupid experiment for a boring Wednesday afternoon. You’d split the dose in half, dropped one into each of two steaming cups of black coffee—one for you, one for JJ—and left them on your desk while you stepped away to make Dr. Spencer Fucking Reid his usual. Like you did everyday.

The man had a freakish internal clock—he always took his second coffee at exactly 3:17 PM. You were the one who usually made it for him, and this time, that was your downfall. You had left your desk to go make his usual cup, completely forgetting you’d left the two tainted ones sitting there.

When you walked back in, everything went to hell. JJ looked chipper, a little pink in the cheeks, sipping from one of the cups. Spencer was holding the other spiked one. You stared at the third cup in your hand, the safe, non-Viagra-laced cup you’d made specifically for him, and your stomach dropped.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He noticed you staring, eyes narrowing behind those glasses.“What?”

“Nothing!” you blurted, voice too high, too guilty. “Just—coffee. You know. Love it. Can’t live without it.” JJ gave you a sidelong glance over her cup, one eyebrow rising looking over at Reid, who of course, had already half-finished the drink.

Fifteen minutes later, he shifted in his seat. Twenty minutes in, he tugged at his tie. Cleared his throat. His cheeks were flushed. You didn’t want to believe it was happening, but it was.

The Viagra was definitely working.

At twenty-five minutes, Spencer Reid stopped typing mid-sentence. His hands froze over the keyboard. His brows knitted in concentration, he glanced at you. His expression unreadable. Then he stood abruptly. His chair rolled back. His hand pressed low to his stomach—almost reflexively—and he muttered, “I need to step out.”

You blinked. “What?” But he didn’t answer. He was already halfway to the hallway bathroom. You turned slowly to JJ. She looked back at you. Eyes wide. “Did he just—?”

“He drank yours,” you hissed. JJ nearly choked. “Then who—?”

“I have his.” You looked at the untouched cup beside you. “You took mine. He took yours.” JJ snorted so hard she had to cover her mouth. “Oh my God.”

“This isn’t funny!” you whisper-yelled.

“I can’t believe you accidentally drugged Reid!”

“I didn’t drug him! I—okay, technically, yes, I—” You groaned. “JJ. I gave Spence a goddamn boner pill.” You dropped your face into your hands.

It took him thirty-six minutes to come back. And when he did? You knew immediately. Because he knew. His eyes landed on you with laser precision. He didn’t speak, not at first. He just walked—calmly, slowly—over to your desk. You looked up, throat dry.

“You wanna tell me,” he said angrily hushed, “why I just spent half an hour in the men’s room trying to hide a completely inexplicable erection?”

You stared at him before looking around for JJ to be your saving grace, of course that bitch was nowhere to be found. “Spencer, I can explain—”

“Can you?” His voice was low, sharp. “Because the only logical explanation is that someone laced my coffee with sildenafil citrate.”

You winced. “We were just—curious. JJ and I.”

His jaw ticked. “We?”

“Look, I wasn’t trying to—” You fumbled. “It was for JJ and me! I made two cups, left them on my desk, and then went to get your usual—”

“And you didn’t think to label them?” His voice cracked at the end, furious and scandalized. “You didn’t think to mention the presence of a powerful vasodilator in the office kitchen?”

“Okay, you’re being dramatic.”

“I am hard in trousers I can’t stand up in.”

You bit your bottom lip. “Oh my God, Spencer—”

“Don’t use that tone—like I’m the one in the wrong here.”

You were fighting a laugh. He looked so mad, and so flushed, and so painfully, obviously turned on.

His slacks betrayed him completely. The sharp cut of his jacket couldn’t hide the tension in his body, couldn’t cover the way he shifted, subtle and controlled, like every move was an effort not to feel too much.

“Are you seriously mad at me?” you asked, voice low, eyes darting around.

He leaned in, his mouth near your ear. “I’m hard,” he whispered, “and I’ve been hard for forty-five minutes. You drugged me. You think this is funny?”

You swallowed. “No.” But your voice said otherwise.

“It’s not funny,” you said, grinning. “It’s just—”

“What?” His voice dropped. “It’s what?” He just sat there, visibly hard, visibly panicking, eyes darting toward his lap like his own body was betraying him in real time.

“Reid,” you whispered, “do you want me to take you somewhere private?”

“I—uh—what? No. I mean, yes, I just—” He exhaled sharply and pressed the heels of his palms into his thighs, like that would help the situation. “This is not... I don’t normally feel like this. Not around you. I mean, not because of you. Not—not that I don’t find you attractive, because you’re very attractive, obviously. It’s just—I wasn’t prepared for this. You dosed me.”

You tried not to laugh. “I didn’t dose you, I made a coffee laced with a questionable pharmaceutical as a joke for JJ, and you drank it.”

His eyes narrowed. “That doesn’t make it better.”

“No,” you agreed, biting your lip. “But it does make it kind of hot.”

He gawked. “Hot?”

You leaned in, your voice hushed. “You. Like this. All flustered and mad and trying really hard to pretend you're not turned on in front of me.”

He made a wounded, embarrassed sound and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh my god. You’re enjoying this.”

You tilted your head. “A little.”

“I could report you to HR,” he muttered, though it had no real bite. His cheeks were flushed, jaw tight with discomfort and... something else. He refused to meet your eyes.

“And what would you say?” you teased gently. “‘She accidentally gave me a hard-on in the middle of the bullpen and then looked too hot about it?’”

He groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “You’re the worst.” you noticed he didn’t move away when you inched a little closer, nor did he stop you when you rested your hand lightly on his knee.

He looked down at it. Then up at you. And his voice cracked a little when he asked, “What... are you doing?”

You smiled. “Making it up to you.”

“You can’t just—just seduce your way out of this,” he stammered. “This is medical. Physiological. I—I’m experiencing venous occlusion and—and increased nitric oxide—”

“God, even flustered, you’re the most ridiculously hot person I’ve ever met,” you muttered, half to yourself.

He stared at you, lips parted. “Are you serious right now?”

You nodded, still smiling. “Dead serious.”

“You don’t have to do anything, Spence,” you said softly. “Just come with me. Somewhere private. I’ll take care of it.”

He hesitated. Eyes searching yours like he was weighing every possible outcome. Then he stood suddenly, stiffly, clearly trying to adjust himself without making it worse.

He stared at you. Then he looked toward Hotch’s office. Empty. Toward the hallway. Quiet. Back at you.

He grabbed your wrist. You barely had time to register it. He pulled you down the hallway, fast and quiet, past the copier, past the tech room, past the old conference wing. His grip was hot and firm around your wrist

You knew where he was going before you saw the door: Storage 4C – Surplus Tech.

Dead zone. No cameras. Half the time even Garcia forgot it existed. He pulled you in. Shut the door. Locked it. Watching him pace in a tight circle, he looked like he might combust.

“This is insane,” he said. “I’ve got dopamine overload, I can’t think straight, my pants—” He gestured wildly toward his zipper. “I can’t even sit down like this.”

You took a slow step toward him. “Then don’t sit down.” He opened his mouth—probably to ask what the hell you meant—but before he could speak, you dropped to your knees.

“Wh—what are you—” His voice cracked halfway through the sentence, sharp and panicked.

You looked up through your lashes, palms dragging slowly up the backs of his thighs. “You said you didn’t know what to do, right? So let me.” You reached up to undo his belt, watching the muscles in his stomach tighten beneath the fabric of his shirt.

“You don’t have to—” he choked out.

“I want to,” you said simply.

He made a soft, moan when you freed him from the confines of his slacks—thick and flushed, already straining with pressure. The tip was leaking, glistening, and you could tell just how sensitive he was by the way his thighs trembled the second your breath ghosted over his skin.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Oh my god.” You wrapped your fingers around the base and leaned in, licking a slow, teasing stripe up the underside of his cock. His whole body jolted.

One hand shot out instinctively and tangled in your hair, the other hovered helplessly in the air like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His head tipped back against the wall, breath ragged.

“Y-you’re gonna kill me,” he whispered.

You smiled around him as you took him into your mouth, slowly, letting him feel the heat, the suction, the way your tongue curled just right. He gasped—a sharp, disbelieving sound—and his hips jerked forward before he forced himself back, muttering a frantic, “Sorry—sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You moaned around him in response, letting him know you liked it, and the sound dragged another whimper out of him.

He looked down at you, his face flushed, his lips parted, his expression somewhere between awe and desperation. His fingers tightened in your hair again when you took him deeper, your throat relaxing around him.

“God, you’re—” He cut off with a moan, teeth digging into his lower lip. “You feel... fuck, you feel so good.”

You bobbed your head slowly, deliberately, watching him unravel. He was panting now, trying and failing to keep it together. His knees buckled slightly and his grip in your hair more needy.

“I’m—I can’t—” he stammered, trying to pull you back gently. “You—you have to stop or I’m gonna—”

You hummed low in your throat, and that was it. His cock twitched in your mouth as he came. you sucked harder, mouth still wrapped around him, swallowing everything, hands steady on his hips while he sagged against the wall,

You let him go with one last slow drag of your tongue, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand like it was just another Tuesday.

His eyes were still closed when you stood. Like he couldn’t quite process as you leaned in close, your voice a whisper at his ear, “I said I’d fix it,” you murmured, “consider us even.” And then you turned and walked out—leaving him dazed, pants half-open, jaw slack, completely wrecked in the supply closet of the BAU.

No shame. Just the soft sound of your boots against the tile, echoing back to him

Spencer Reid didn’t move for a full five minutes. And when he finally did, all he could say was: “…Holy shit.”

a/n: omfg it’s confirmed Matthew is coming back for season 18 of criminal minds im losing my shit

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[xjulixred45x]

Imagine an adult Yuu who arrived at Twisted Wonderland PREGNANT.

This could be considered part of the Yuu! Parent variables (?). Perhaps the poor woman was returning from an early ultrasound (at 2 or 3 months old) when the black carriage hit her, scaring her to death upon her appearance in TWST. She must have thought she was about to be sacrificed to a cult.

I can definitely imagine the Squad characters being much more understanding/soft of this Yuu, especially Ace and Deuce. Ace wouldn't be so malicious at the beginning of the game (I'd like to believe that not even he would be capable of laughing in the face of a pregnant woman), and instead feels obvious guilt because Crowley has entrusted her with a mediocre job.

Deuce, my sweet boy, will set off all his alarm bells. He's the most outraged that the headmaster is forcing a pregnant woman to work ALONE, and if his dorm leader hadn't been so strict in the beginning, he definitely wouldn't let Yuu sleep in a dorm that's falling apart. Has Crowley gone crazy? Does he have no shred of decency?!

Grim probably thought at first that Yuu had eaten her baby, haha, and had to receive the wonderful "birds and the bees" lecture (much to Ace's amusement at Grim's horrified reactions). Let's just say Grim now insists on standing sentry in case Yuu decides to do anything too "dangerous for the baby" (humans are fragile even with magic; he has to take care of his minion!).

Jack, bless him, also tries to help make the ramshackle dorm safer alongside Epel, whether by removing the most rotten parts of the structure, helping clean, assisting with Yuu's errands, etc. Especially when she starts showing more of her bump.

GOD, IMAGINE THE DORM LEADERS!

Riddle was probably the only one who didn't realize Yuu was pregnant until the events of the Savanaclaw episode. And when he found out he almost seriously hurt a PREGNANT WOMAN? Trey and Cater practically had to keep him from banging his head against a wall for half an hour out of embarrassment and shame. He also drafted a LONG apology for Yuu, which was delivered with a giant strawberry cake (and one of those exaggerated bows I KNOW Riddle would do).

Thanks to his mom (for once in his life), Riddle is the most knowledgeable about useful pregnancy stuff! Whenever Yuu goes to Heartslabyul, she has access to calcium- and iron-rich meals (prepared by Trey), and teas that boost her immune system and combat morning sickness. Riddle is careful not to give her things like black tea or rosemary tea, knowing they could have negative effects (if it were up to Riddle, Yuu probably wouldn't walk unaided).

Leona is much more respectful to a female Yuu, we know that, but I don't think he has the energy to be rude, or be especially , well, Leona, to a PREGNANT woman. This ends up bringing out a side of Leona no one thought existed: an almost delicate side. Sure, he's still lazy and sarcastic, but he doesn't say no to Yuu when she asks for help with something, whether it's bringing something to her dorm or dealing with a difficult situation. he dosent even COMPLAIN. what did he do to the real Leona??

We all know Crowley doesn't give Yuu and Grim enough money to live comfortably, let alone considering they could soon have a new member on ramshakle. Yuu is now surprised to find extra money in the dorm after certain visits. Not that he'll admit it, but it makes everyone feel more at ease.

Again, I want to believe Azul wouldn't be capable of leaving a pregnant woman homeless, at the very least he offered her a place to stay in Octavinelle. It turns out the twins (especially Floyd) quickly took a liking to Yuu.

A cute scenario I came up with, when Yuu already has a prominent baby bump, is that she tries to joke with the Leechs that the nickname "shrimpy" doesn't suit her anymore, and that maybe they should change it to "whaley."

AND FLOYD IS LIKE, "Why are you saying that, Koebi-chan? :( Is someone calling you that? Come on, tell me :)"

I think the Octavinelle folks genuinely don't know how human pregnancy works, so they're surprisingly gentle and caring with Yuu (even when the baby is born, I can see Monster Lounge having a kids' menu for them).

Kalim, my god, Jamil is going to have to stop him from giving Yuu a completely equipped nursery for both her and the baby. Ironically, the one who's the most normal about pregnancy (the guy has 30 younger siblings, so he KNOWS about these things) and genuinely knows some home tricks that helped his mother when she was pregnant.

offers to organize a baby shower/gender reveal party! The bad thing is that it ends up being a whole festival with all of Scarabia participating. But hey, it's the thought that counts.

There's no way Yuu, who's already 6-7 months along, will wear the school uniform simply for comfort, so if you need help finding comfortable AND cute clothes, Vil will gladly help! Obviously, he's not as strict or harsh with Yuu due to the circumstances, but he still wants the best for her. Who knows, maybe they can pick out some clothes for the baby in advance.

Idia is afraid to get close to Yuu, not only because of social anxiety, but because of the thought that he might "ruin" the baby in some way. He needs a lot of support from Ortho and Yuu to even allow himself to have normal physical contact with Yuu, and just as he does, the baby kicks. Idia's heart is gone (everyone wants to feel the kicks now, especially Ace, Floyd, and Malleus).

They probably use some STYX or Ortho equipment for some of the baby checks, and he even gives an approximate due date, which feels bittersweet. Even if everyone does their best, Yuu still hoped to have his baby at home, but he doesn't complain when the boys do all this for them. It feels like Home.

Malleus is another who doesn't fully understand human pregnancy and is incredibly intrigued. It doesn't help that Lilia's answers to his questions are even more confusing, so he ends up going straight to the source of his intrigue, Yuu. Malleus is completely mesmerized the first time he hears the baby's heartbeat, completely fascinated by what human life is like compared to fairies/dragons.

That said, he proceeds to "scold" the baby when it kicks Yuu for "hurting its mother," not quite understanding the concept, but he has the spirit. Malleus is very scared of the idea of childbirth once he's educated on it (WHERE will the baby come out? HOW!?) and will probably try to improve his healing magic SOLELY because of that.

All I can say is that if the baby is born in Twisted Wonderland, they'll have a wide array of adoptive siblings, father figures, babysitters, and weird and eccentric uncles who will take very good care of them and its mother. So you can rest easy.

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(ESPAÑOL)

Imagínate una Yuu adulta que llego a Twisted Wonderland estando EMBARAZADA

Esto podría considerarse parte de las variables de Yuu! Parent(?)Talvez la pobre mujer estaba regresando de un ultrasonido de los primeros meses (2 o 3 meses) cuando el carruaje negro le paso por encima, dándole un susto de muerte cuando apareció en TWST. La pobre mujer debio pensar que estaba a punto de ser sacrificada a un culto.

Definitivamente puedo ver a los personajes del Squad mucho mas suaves con esta Yuu, especialmente Ace y Deuce. Ace no sería tan malicioso al principio del juego (digo, quiero creer que incluso el no seria capaz de reírse en la cara de una mujer embarazada) y más bien siente una obvia lastima de que Crowley le haya metido en un trabajo mediocre.

Deuce, mi dulce niño, le disparan todas las alarmas. Es el más obviamente indignado de que el director haga trabajar a una mujer embarazada SOLA, y definitivamente si su líder de dormitorio no fuera tan estricto al principio, no dejaría que Yuu durmiera en un dormitorio que se cae a pedazos ¿¡que acaso Crowley perdió la cabeza, no tiene el mínimo de decencia?!

Grim probablemente al principio pensó que Yuu se había comido a su bebe lol, y le tuvieron que dar la maravillosa charla de las “aves y las abejas” (para diversión de Ace por las reacciones horrorizadas de Grim). Solo digamos que ahora Grim insiste en actuar como centinela en caso de que Yuu se le ocurra hacer algo demasiado “peligroso para él bebe” (los humanos son frágiles aun si magia ¡tiene que cuidar a su secuaz!).

Jack, bendito sea, también trata de ayudar en hacer el dormitorio destartalado mas seguro junto a Epel, ya sea quitando las partes mas podridas de la estructura, ayudando a limpiar, ayudar con los mandados de Yuu, etc. Especialmente cuando empieza a mostrar mas la panza de embarazada.

DIOS, IMAGINENSE LOS LIDERES DE DORMITORIO.

Riddle probablemente fue el único que no llego a darse cuenta que Yuu estaba embarazada hasta los eventos del capítulo de Savanaclaw ¿y cuando se enteró que casi lastimo gravemente a una MUJER EMBARAZADA? Trey y Cater tuvieron que físicamente detenerlo de que se golpeara la cabeza contra la pared por media hora por la vergüenza, también redacto un documento LARGUISIMO de disculpa a Yuu, que fue entregado con una gran tarta de fresa (y una de esas reverencias exageradas que SE que Riddle haría).

¡Gracias a su madre (por una vez en la vida), Riddle es el que sabe más de cosas útiles para el embarazo! Cada vez que Yuu va Heartslabyul, tienen acceso a comidas nutritivas en calcio y hierro (hechas por Trey), Tés beneficiosos para el sistema inmune y para combatir las náuseas matutinas, aparte de que Riddle es cuidadoso de no dar cosas como Te negro o romero, sabiendo que podrían tener malos efectos (si fuera por Riddle, Yuu probablemente no caminaría sin ayuda).

Leona es bastante más respetuoso con una Yuu mujer, eso lo sabemos, pero no creo que tenga la energía para ser grosero o especialmente, bueno, Leona, con una mujer EMBARAZADA. Esto termina sacando un lado que nadie creía que existía de Leona, un lado casi delicado. Claro, sigue siendo perezoso y sarcástico, pero no le dice que no a Yuu cuando le pide ayuda en algo, ya sea llevar algo a su dormitorio o con una situación difícil.

Todos sabemos que Crowley no da ni de lejos el dinero suficiente para que Yuu y Grim vivan bien, mucho menos pensando que PODRIAN TENER UN NUEVO INTEGRANTE PRONTO, por lo que Yuu ahora se sorprende después de ciertas visitas, aparece algo de dinero extra en el dormitorio. No es como que lo vaya a admitir, pero todos están más tranquilos de esa forma.

De nuevo, quiero creer que Azul no sería capaz de dejar sin hogar a una mujer embarazada, aunque sea le ofrecería una estancia en Octaville, ya que, además, resulta que los gemelos (especialmente Floyd) se encariñaron con Yuu muy rápido.

Un escenario lindo que se me ocurrió, ya cuando Yuu tiene una panza de embarazada prominente, es que ella trata de bromear con los Leech de que el apodo “camarón” ya no le queda bien, y que a lo mejor tendrían que cambiarlo a “ballena”

Y FLOYD ESTA COMO “¿Por qué dices eso Koebi-chan?  ¿alguien te está diciendo asi? Vaaaamos, dímelo ”

Creo que genuinamente los de Octaville no saben muy bien cómo funciona el embarazo terrestre, por lo que son sorprendentemente gentiles y cuidadosos con Yuu (incluso cuando nace el bebe, puedo ver el Monstre Louge teniendo un menú infantil para ellos).

Kalim, dios mio, Jamil tendrá que detenerlo de regalarle a Yuu absolutamente toda una guardería completamente equipada tanto para ella como para el bebe. Irónicamente el que es el mas normal al respecto del embarazo (el man tiene 30 hermanos menores, el SABE de estas cosas) y genuinamente sabe algunos trucos caseros que le sirvieron a su madre cuando ella estaba embarazada.

¡ofrece organizar un baby shower/ fiesta de revelación de genero! Lo malo es que termina siendo todo un festival en el que participa todo Scarabia. Pero hey, la intención es lo que cuenta.

No hay forma en la que estando ya en los 6-7 meses Yuu use el uniforme de la escuela por simple cuestión de comodidad, por lo que si necesitan ayuda en encontrar ropa cómoda Y bonita ¡Vil le ayudara con gusto! Obviamente no es tan estricto ni duro con Yuu debido a las circunstancias, pero sigue queriendo lo mejor para ella. Quien sabe, talvez puedan elegir algo de ropa para él bebe de adelantado.

Idia tiene miedo de acercarse a Yuu, no solo por la ansiedad social, sino por la idea de que podría “arruinar” al bebe de alguna forma. Necesita mucho apoyo de Ortho y Yuu para siquiera permitirse tener contacto físico con Yuu de forma normal, y justo cuando lo hace, el bebe patea. A Iidia se le salió el alma del cuerpo (ahora todos quieren sentir las pataditas, sobretodo Ace, Floyd y Malleus).

Probablemente usan algo de equipo de STYX o Ortho para algunos controles del bebe, incluso el da una fecha aproximada de nacimiento, lo cual da una sensación agridulce. Aun si todos hacen su mejor esfuerzo, Yuu esperaba poder tener a su bebe en casa, pero no se queja cuando los chicos hacen todo esto por ellos.

Malleus es otro que no entiende el embarazo humano completamente y esta increíblemente intrigado, no ayuda que as respuestas de Lilia a sus preguntas son aún más confusas, por lo que termina lleno a la fuente de su intriga, Yuu. Malleus se queda completamente hipnotizado la primera vez que escucha los latidos del bebe, totalmente fascinado por cómo es la vida humana en comparación a las hadas/dragones.

Eso sí, procede a “reprender” al bebe cuando patea a Yuu por “lastimar a su madre”, no entendiendo bien el concepto, pero tiene el espíritu. A Malleus le asusta mucho la idea del parto una vez que se educa al respecto (¿Qué el bebe saldrá DE DONDE? ¡¿COMO!?) y probablemente trate de mejorar en magia curativa UNICAMENTE por eso.

Solo puedo decir que si el bebe nace en Twisted Wonderland, tendrá un vasto abanico de hermanos adoptivos, figuras paternas, niñeros, tíos raros y extravagantes que lo cuidaran muy bien a él y su madre. Así que pueden estar tranquilos.

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[monstersholygrail]

A Surprise Visit (1k Celebration Fic)

Tentacle Monster x fem!reader — multiple orgasms, breeding, primal play, aphrodisiac injection, rut, dub con, bondage, double penetration, aftercare

a/n: Also just wanna thank you guys for 3k as well! Sorry it took me so long to get to this

The clock ticks by, the noise echoing throughout the empty room. You tap your pen against your desk in time with it as your thoughts drift past your home and go to your Tentacle Monster bf. The house far too quiet without him around.

You should’ve been used to this by now, you really should’ve! Your Tentacle Monster bf always traveled back home around this time of the month. Always very insistent to keep up visits with his family.

And you totally understood. You’ve met his parents and family members a handful of times. Never on their homeland but here in your home with your bf. Tentacle Monster bf was always very firm about the dangers of the swamp in which his family lives in its depths.

So you let it go, believing he of course knows best. Every month you wave your bf off as he leaves home and disappears for about a week or so. Always coming back right when he says he will. But something was… strange this time around.

It seemed to hit your bf about a week earlier than usual. His moods and behaviors changing as they always did around the time he left to go see his family. Growls so low you almost couldn’t hear them leaving him whenever he sees someone else looking at you. Making sure to rub himself against you until you were fully drenched in his scent. Always keeping at least three tentacles on you at all times, his clingy behavior somehow worsening these last few days.

In fact, he couldn’t keep himself off of you. Always squirming into your clothes as soon as you walk in the door, slipping them off with ease. Before you knew it he was fucking you on every available surface until you two got into the bedroom where he brought you to orgasm after orgasm until you passed out wrapped up in his slick tentacles.

After about five whole days of this, your Tentacles Monster bf brought up the idea of him leaving for his trip early, sitting you down in the breakfast nook, his tentacles wrapped around your hands. Though he respectfully discussed it with you, you still felt a bit ambushed— like it came out of nowhere. You tried to be as understanding as always but seriously, what the hell was going on with him? You were seriously worried, he’s never gotten so wound up to this extent.

His abrupt departure only made you worry more, not wanting to assume the worst but it’s as though your thoughts have a mind of their own as they travel down those dark pathways anyway. All with absolutely no way of getting answers due to your bf being miles away while you’re stuck here sitting at home.

Well fuck that.

No longer fine to just wait around, you want to take action. You want to be with your bf and help him through whatever’s going on with him. As well as get some much needed answers. Your determination fuels you, causing you to charge in head first.

Right into the Eternal Swamp, a home for a large portion of the Tentacle Monster population. Mostly due to its natural resources…and the fact that it makes any human who dare enter to go insane. All to feed the land’s inhabitants.

You look out the window of your car as you arrive, the edge of the swamp barely even visible over the fog. Bringing with it a cold sense of anticipation that you chalk up to nerves. What the hell are you thinking going in there? This is crazy, you’ve definitely gone crazy. But your heart beats wildly in your chest, urging you to go to your bf.

Not letting another moment of hesitation take you, you swiftly exit your vehicle. Walking with steady and firm steps into the swamp. That strength and courage slowly leaves you the deeper you go into the swamp. The fog growing so heavy you can no longer see the sun or even what’s standing right in front of you.

You make your way through the swamp as best you can, peering down at the ground to make sure you don’t deep dive into its waters. You can’t help but start second guessing your choice again. The anticipation building the longer you’re in here. Why? You’re not sure but it sends a chill running down your spine.

Tentacle Monster watches you through the fog, his vision blurry with the haze of lust clouding his mind. His rut sending him spiraling into insanity, surely. It was worse this month, that was a given. For one it hit him sooner than usual and now here he was, conjuring your figure before him just so he can find a little bit of relief.

But your scent was so potent, your form so vivid, and your voice as you call out his name so clear. It takes a moment for it to click in Tentacle Monster bf’s mind that you’re actually here. And when it does, his brain goes haywire. Nostrils flaring, body crouching into position. A predator posed to strike and take down its prey.

You remain as clueless as ever. Hopelessly trying to look through the fog and find your way to your bf. Praying he finds you before you’re eaten alive. A snap of a branch echos throughout the swamp and you gasp, head jerking toward the sound. Your body’s frozen as if staying still might hide you from any lingering beasts. At a subtle swish within the fog your mind fires off alarms, body forcing you into flight or fight. And boy do you fly.

Bolting forward you suddenly couldn’t care less what you might run into. And it’s a good thing as a second later a ferocious growl rings across the swamp, making your stomach drop. Your bf chases after you, all that’s processing is that his mate is running from him. Tempting him with your sweet pussy in order to drive him mad.

Pumping your legs as fast as they can go you stumble through the swamp. Cursing under your breath in a panic as you smack into branch after branch. It’s slowing you down and whatever’s after you must know this place a lot better. Just as the thought occurs, a tentacle snaps out, curling tightly around your waist. It’s caught you.

A scream rises from your throat as you thrash around, desperate to escape. Tentacle Monster bf growls in appreciation as your body grinds against his long tentacles. First with your little game and now this, your bf is more than ready to take you and ask questions later. He needs inside of you. More of his tentacles eagerly wrap around your enchanting body, sharply pinning you down onto the swamp floor and spreading you open.

For a moment a spark of familiarity shoots through you but you’re a little too busy freaking the fuck out to pay it any mind. Your thoughts are quickly diverted anyway as you feel tentacles sliding your panties to the side, exposing your pretty pussy to open air. Tears spring to your eyes, this can’t be happening.

Tentacle Monster bf plunges inside you with one swift thrust, his tentacle’s slime acting as a natural lubricant as well as an aphrodisiac. Getting you all nice and ready for the fucking of a lifetime… Now that he’s inside you, your bf’s mind clears a little. Allowing his curiosity and fear for your safety to mix amongst the lust. His big body leans over you, noting your shaking form with unease. “What are you doing here, my mate?”

You gasp, your body instantly relaxing as your eyes shoot open to be met with the lovely vision of your bf. It was him. It was him the whole time and it’s him now inside of you. Tears of relief quickly replace tears of fear and your bf is quick to comfort you, his tentacles caressing you in a way that’s now soothing instead of suffocating.

“W-was worried about y-you. Acting weird. Needed to understand,” you stammer out, your body slowly ceasing in its shaking. Tentacle Monster bf sighs, knowing he can no longer hide this from you.

“Every month my kind go through an intense need to breed their mates. We cannot stop pumping our seed inside their fertile wombs until it takes or the week ends. During that time I come here to relieve myself.”

Even now your bf is slowly rocking his tentacle inside your pussy but you don’t think he notices he’s doing it. Meanwhile you can’t help but moan, the aphrodisiac causing your body to tingle and your mind to grow hazy.

“I-I can help you,” you offer and you can see your bf’s eyes flashing with barely controlled restraint.

“But I would not want to break your fragile human body, my heart,” he grits out. His tentacle picking up pace anyway and you arch into it, body squirming against his tentacles again.

“Can handle it. Promise,” you whisper as the aphrodisiac swells across your body, making your pussy slick with need and your veins run hot with lust.

That’s all the restraint your Tentacle Monster bf has. The moment the words leave your lips he’s withdrawing his tentacle only to thrust two more in your pussy. You cry out as he takes you like a feral beast, fucking his tentacles into your perfectly restrained body.

Your bf growls, the heat of his rut roaring to life and pumping through him with urgency. His tentacles move you at a brutal pace. Forcing you to meet his every thrust without being able to escape anything he’s giving you. Using you like his perfect little fuck toy as he takes his pleasure from your body and returns it to you tenfold. And you love it, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as your body jerks in time to his rhythm.

With his tentacles plowing inside you, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build. And god is it good, the way he’s fucking you taking you to heights you’ve never known. Your cries of pleasure charge the air around you and your bf lets out a rumble as he ruts into you even harden until you’re thrown off the edge.

But he doesn’t stop there. Tentacle Monster bf keeps fucking into you, never letting the pressure ebb away as your essence coats his tentacles. Needing more. “Come again for me, love. Come on, I know you can do it. Just one more,” your bf snarls like a monster possessed.

His words repeat in an endless cycle as he snaps his tentacles inside your cunt over and over again. Working you through so many orgasms you lose count. You release all your senses to him and happily. Getting completely lost in the feeling of him as his tentacles fill your every hole till you’re squeezing down on him in every possible way.

The sky is dark by the time your bf gives you his final thrust, burying himself to the hilt and spraying your fertile womb with his seed. Chilling noises rip from your boyfriend’s throat that you’ve never heard before yet you can’t help but feel turned on by it as your body twitches with overstimulation.

Tentacle monster bf slumps on top of you, his tentacles covering every inch of your body in a way that has you smoothly falling down from relentless pleasure. Both of you finding peace in a place you once thought could drive you mad. Maybe it has. But as your bf whispers words of affection and praise in your ear saying how well you handled his rut and how he can’t wait for his eggs to grow inside of you… you don’t really care if you have gone mad.

[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.