#hope this helps. Ahehe

[etoilesbienne]

out of curiosity, what are the common qEtoiles mischaracterizations, and the accurate characterizations you wished people used more? Sincerely, an English speaking fan who is re-learning French!

honestly i kind of consider it a mischaracterization when people like... make etoiles into this team leader who always knows what to do and move things forward. or like that he has a bad attitude to like... match his fighting skills. or like the dark knight brooding warrior. he says he is these things. these are lies. he lies about himself constantly. i wouldnt trust a good 2/3 of the things he says about himself to be true. you read him clearer through his actions than his statements.

in my opinion etoiles is more like. sturdy second in command. he's not there to lead, he's there to fill in the holes where they pop up. he's there as cover. he's quick witted in shortchange scenarios, but that is so not the same thing as a genuine strategist. in another expression, if someone is a leader, the leader is a doctor, etoiles's role is more like... the EMS team in an ambulance. He's not there to fix your problem, he's there to keep your problem covered until you can get someone else to fully fix it. but that doesn't mean his role is any less important when he's needed.

Etoiles is also, like, so very much a team player if he respects and trusts a person. And it is so easy to have his respect and trust. His trust starts at 100% for everyone. he's also so very very very good at reading people (gesture to the bbh clip where bbh moves his mouse slightly downward and etoiles calls him out on being depressed). He read Mousey as enjoying dungeons and pvp way more and wanting to hang out with her. He's also one of the only people who like continuously runs in the girlies group and makes all of them pvp with him and they all love it so he keeps coming back to pvp with them. Thats how he started his whole thing with Tina and pvping with her constantly. Reading other people also, he loves finding other pvpers so he attacks roier constantly now bc he knows roier can pvp.

What else OH Etoiles loves whining (and this is because Rayou loves whining) that dude will just complain constantly. You haven't seen an etoiles stream if youve never seen him whine. Can't say I'm not kind of endeared by it. With this too he loves over explaining things (RIP armor powerpoint wish you couldve been given...) because he wants to help everyone....

OH and he's very over exaggerated too in replying to people in a complaining way and a self deprecating way and also likes to try to push the envelope with people and he does all of that to try and get a laugh out of others. like he's well aware people find him going "Oh so you don't give a shit about me and want me to die ? you want etoiles to die ?" fucking hilarious and also loves complaining in the first place thats why he does that. if your etoiles isn't complaining and whining then it isn't etoiles. the self deprecating thing is... its interesting bc he does have full faith in his abilities but will never say it out loud unless its trying to reassure someone who is worried. pushing the envelope is so specific he won't do it too much and its like........... from what ive seen (correct me if im wrong) heavily directed at non francophones where if they laugh at something wack he's done he'll try to do it again to make them laugh more. shoutout to the time he made bbh laugh so much when he cursed he didn't get languaged by bbh so he kept cursing to try to make bbh do it again. the dudes a total people pleaser.

smaller thing ive talked about extensively already (u can prob find it in my q!etoiles tag if i remember i'll edit a link to the posts in here soon lol) etoiles hates losing he looooooves winning he's very intense about it lol. its cute!

on a final note even if you don't become deeply unwell about etoiles like i am i think this highlight clip video has like everything he's like condensed into like 11 minutes. You should watch it. It's a good starting point.

[triptychofvoids]

Howdy howdy, this is kind of based on the last ask-and-subsequent-answer, but what are your feelings towards your partner like? Like, what does it feel like? I’m also aroace, or at least I think I’m aro, but it’s kinda hard for me to figure out whether I love my friend romantically or platonically. I don’t think I’ve ever been in love before, and we’re both autistic so I see love kinda differently than what’s portrayed in media. I’m just having trouble parsing my feelings, and I think it might help to hear about your experiences/thoughts, if you’re cool with sharing! I know it’s a spectrum so it’s not going to be the exact same for you as it is for me, but I think it’d at least help give me a perspective other than my own and the perspective of nt people/media!

Anyhoo it’s really cool to see another aroace person living happily and comfortable with his identity. Just…you’re cool.

from one autistic aroace to another, i assure you that your difficulty parsing feelings is not solely unique aheh.... well! before i get into answering this, ill have to state that i am certainly not the stereotype.. namely, i am the opposite of the sex/romance adverse person many people tend to think of when they hear aroace...

now, when it comes to my feelings towards my partner (without getting too detailed) ive found i often dont differentiate between platonic and romantic very well at all. for the longest time i never even thought there was a difference between the two, and i still struggle to differentiate them even now. however, from what ive learned, most people that are not aromantic have a list of behaviors and feelings they would consider inappropriate to do with/feel towards a friend, and that they would only do/have with a romantic partner in most cases. but my personal opinion on it is that a platonic relationship can be just as important and valuable as a romantic one, but its up to you to determine what sort of behaviors you are wanting to engage in with another person, and see if that want is mutual. in my case with my own partner, that includes affection and things that are probably seen as romantic to most! but like i said, i dont see the act of being affectionate as something purely romantic or platonic. it just is, and you have to decide if thats something you want or not. i could go on but i think you get the idea. its confusing, and the line is very thin in my experience.... my partner is also someone i consider to be one of my best friends, and the friendship aspect came before the committed relationship aspect, if that helps!

when it comes to the sexual side of things (again, without getting into too much detail) you still have to do some self-reflection and decide what it is that you want or do not want! but one thing that i can talk about from experience is that most people that are not asexual will feel sexual attraction simply by looking at their partner, and i do not. hence me being asexual aheh.. but there are many other kinds of attraction! in my case i do find my partner to be pleasant to look at, but i like to use the comparison of a piece of art or a landscape. as in, a beautiful sunset can sometimes seem like you are viewing heaven itself but generally speaking that beautiful sunset, pretty as it is, will not be sexually arousing. i also think its important to know that there is a difference between libido and attraction and it can be good to keep that in mind when looking at other peoples (or your own) experiences as well.

so... there is just a very small amount of my experience and thoughts on the matter. my feelings as an aroace person who is favorable towards romance and sex are likely going to be very different from an aroace person who is sex/romance adverse though. the point being, that having little to no romantic/sexual attraction is the core of being aroace, but beyond that its entirely up to the individual what their wants and needs are! i am happy to share my experiences though!

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Summary: Tenma has lost a part of himself. After that one, rainy night in that doomed town, his days turn monotonous and hollow and all he can do is ponder on what he might have done differently. Lucky for Tenma, just such an opportunity is granted to him: a lost life that can be returned, if he only follows one simple instruction: he mustn’t look back.

AKA: Grimmer & Tenma but Orpheus & Eurydice flavoured. Have fun crying

I have been stewing on this idea for a while and the constant posts about this damn myth on this webbed site were not helping. So here she is finally

[guppygiggles]

Pale Blue

What: Sleepy tickles, body positivity, fluff.

Word count: 1.2k

Universe: Canon

Who: Casper and Avery

Description: It feels weird to formalize this because it's so short, but I desperately needed to write something for comfort. This is a little messy, but... so are my feelings right now, so at least it's honest. Please forgive any typos or formatting mistakes. 💙

The humidifier whispered at our bedside as I laid in big-spoon position against Avery's back, the ice crystals inside his head reflecting our nightlight in tiny flashes.

With my arm resting on his ribcage, I studied the rhythm of his breathing, trying to figure out if he was still awake. We'd been in bed for around an hour according to my phone, which I'd just checked for the eighth time. I couldn't stop thinking about the audit in which I was mired at work, plus, my shoulder hurt from poor posture all week. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. 

I rolled over, nuzzling my head into my pillow to try and get comfortable. To my surprise, Avery rolled with me, his long arms wrapping securely around my body. He enveloped me like an oversized beanbag – when I spooned him, I was more like his backpack. Avery sometimes rolled over in his sleep, but as I felt his hand move with intelligence against my hip, I spoke into the dark. 

“Are you awake…?”

“Mm… no.” He did sound sleepy. That cool palm slid up my body and under the hem of my t-shirt.

I exhaled slowly. “Good, you're not supposed to be.” 

“I could say the same to you.”  

His fingers traced down my bare tummy. I flinched. 

“Why are you so tense~?” He asked. 

“Aheh…” 

“Relax your belly.” 

I whimpered. 

“Casper, relax for me~” 

I bit my lip, but did as instructed, releasing my stomach muscles with a shaky exhale. As the pudge of my belly expanded into his palm, he gently grabbed at it. 

“Mm, there we go~ I love how soft you are, here…”

My legs twisted as I turned my face into the pillow, muffling giggles into it as he fondled and teased my vulnerable tummy. My hands knew better than to interfere with this ticklish evaluation.

“A-Ahavery…” 

“Yesss~?” 

I could hear his smile. I squirmed against the cool softness of his body. 

“That…!” 

“Mhmmm~?” 

I tensed again, my muscles knitting together. This was met with a punishing fingertip wiggling into my navel. 

“Ah, ah~ You know better. Do I need to get mean~?”

“P-pleahease…” My ears burned. 

“Please…? You want me to get mean?” 

Oh, no. 

“No, no wahahait-!” 

“Well, who am I to turn down such an invitation?” 

His curious fingertips turned into a plush claw as all five digits dug into my belly. My bubbling giggles turned into a geyser of laughter I had no hope of holding back. 

“WAAAhahahaha!” My legs kicked, toes curling in futility. 

“If you won't relax your belly for me… I want you to at least complete your thought from earlier, please… Tell me what this does to you.”

Avery's politeness made the demand twice as scary. I grabbed a fistful of blanket; anything to help me resist grabbing his hand. I knew what was down that road. 

“I c-cahahahan’t!” I whined as he continued to wiggle his fingers into me, exciting all those wickedly sensitive nerves. I could barely hear his voice beneath my laughter; low, controlled. Amused. 

“You know how much meaner I could be than this~ Is that what you want?”

“Nohohoho!” His hand scampered across my tummy, lightly skittering to a new spot and then digging in again, with random breaks to gently pinch my side or hip. With every attempt to roll onto my stomach, he simply pulled me back with his gentle strength. I could feel the restrained power behind that touch; hands that could easily unrest a tree from the earth handled my human body like a priceless Fabergé egg. 

“Tell me, then…” 

His index finger found the crease at the top of my thigh, pressing it like a child presses a streetlight button when there's an ice cream parlor across the street and five dollars in his hand. My reaction was explosive. 

“WAAHAHAHAHAA! OKAHAHAY! OKAHHAHAY~!” 

The handful of blanket was damp with the sweat of my palm as the tweaking stopped. A pause heavy with expectation fell over us. 

“Well…?” 

“It… it…” My blush was so hot, I was sure Avery could see it in the dark. 

He chuckled against my back, placing a cool, refreshing kiss on the back of my neck. I wanted more… I wanted them all over. 

“Sing for me, dewdrop…” 

A single tweak into that crease made me jolt and gasp. 

“Fihihine! It…” I tucked my head into the pillow. “...Tickles…” 

“What was that? Apologies, I'm afraid you'll have to speak up…” 

I felt swift movement behind me and even before the attack, I realized that I had pushed Avery's ler rage too far. In an instant I was on my back, cushy cloud cuffs around my wrists as they rested above my head, Avery's leg like a lap bar across my thighs. His hand spidered over my torso, scribbling under my arms, my ribs, my belly. I howled with laughter, my back arching uselessly. 

“OKAHAHAY IT TIHIHICKLES! IT TIHIHICKLES!!” I cried through gale after gale of deep, hopelessly honest cackling. 

“Oh, it does? It tickles when I do this? Hm! Could that be because you're ticklish?” He'd adopted a casual, playful tone as he laid beside me, propping his head up with one hand as he tormented me with the other. 

“YEEHEHEHEHESSS!” What good was it to resist at this point? I didn't even bother tugging at the cuffs as he used a single fingertip to wiggle into one armpit, then the other, then back to a big, ticklish claw at my belly. I just laughed and laughed, letting it all pour out unimpeded by resistance. 

“Very good~! My goodness, such hair-raising laughter, all from such a small amount of stimulation…” 

He lifted my night shirt up to my ribs, then went back to gently pinching and grabbing at my belly pudge, patting, squeezing, and playing with it. 

“I'm sorry, I just can't get enough of this.”

“Plehehehehease stahahahap thahahahahat~!” I protested in a combination of ticklishness and embarrassment. Much as I was a huge proponent of body positivity, I wasn't exactly immune to insecurity; I'd packed on a few pounds from work stress. 

“I will never understand what you humans find shameful about fat on your bodies… especially here…” 

He shifted on the bed, repositioning so that he could nuzzle his cool face into my exposed middle. He kissed and cuddled, making me giggle shyly. 

“So soft and warm,” he cooed, peppering me with more kisses, the last one landing on my navel. 

I felt the cuffs around my wrists dissipate. I reached down, stroking the rolling curve of Avery's head, even as my belly quivered beneath his touch. 

“I love tickling you,” he said. “I love loving you. All of you, just as you are.” 

The corners of my eyes felt wet as he crawled back up the bed, wrapping his body possessively around mine, pulling me into him like he was an oyster and I his treasured pearl. I tucked into him, his cool arm a relief against my cheek as I rested my head on his bicep. The world disappeared around us; we were a mote of sanity glowing amidst a blackness of merciless chaos. 

“I'm so tired,” I whispered. 

“I know, sweetheart. Can you sleep, now?” 

“I think so.” My eyes were already closed; there was very little thought involved. 

It was quiet. Avery's breathing slowed. 

“Avery…” 

“Hm?”

“Don't let go… okay?” 

He pulled me in tighter. I felt his lips on the back of my head, nuzzling my hair. 

“Never. Never, ever, ever.” 

[icarusredwings]

Escapin' the Asylum

Pt 2

Wade looses the audience..

Tw: a knock off of that one scene in moonknight in the phycward, violence, mental health abuse, phycosis, hallucinations, forced drugging, panic attack, heartbreak, No 4th wall- but also 4th wall.

"Mr. Wilson? Are you ready?"

The voice is kind, young, it gives him hope.

"Dopinder.." He whispers, only to groan when his chair is unlocked and moved. He was in a room, a small, secluded one with a single bed, a chair, a tiny table, and nothing else.

Wade dosn't remember being strapped into the chair, but he had a good idea that he was.

"Hold on. This ride is taking off. Weeee!" The man says, pushing Wade out the room and down a long hall.

Fuck it. He'd play along. He needed to find out how to get out of here... and find out why Logan no longer loved him...

"Weee...." he mumbles, Glancing at the other rooms as they went. Only a few caught his attention though, watching a white haired man brushing a large blonde mans hair as he stares out the window, drooling, arms strapped to the chair, the hair not long enough to cover the collar.

"It's a nice day out, Victor."

"Mmph.."

"Maybe later we can walk around the yard. Would you like that?"

"Ggnngh.."

And then there's a man writing on his walls with chalk, muttering equations to himself and various other things like 'No, no not possible.' 'She still would have fell' 'what if I increased the densitiy?'

There was only one genius who he knew paced like this.

"Peter?" Wade asks himself, noticing just one thing. He had an ankle monitor. One that kind of looked like the one Lo- James, was wearing and Victor.

"What in the Hydra?... If I see Bucky in here im gonna-"

"Who are you talking too Mr. Wilson? Or am I speaking to Mr. Pool today?"

"What? You know who im talking to. Im talking to-" He turns, seeing nothing but a wall. It's blank and white, like everything else in this place.

Blinking, Wade feels his anxiety spike. "Aheh... oh.. Erm.. Maybe-" He turns again, hoping it was on the otherside, but again. Nothing.

"Okay, I'm starting to freak out.. I'm really nuts now." He says, The hair on his neck standing up. Where did they go? Where were the cameras? Were they in the ceilings? Was this some kind of up above drama shot?

"It's okay, Mr. Pool. We'll get you your medicine soon enough. Would you like to talk to Dr. Free-"

"His name is Francis. God, you know this! What is wrong with you people?"

A different employee stares at Wade, almost angry that he was speaking so loud. Or at all.

"Shhh. Mr. Pool, it's quiet hour. If you behave, Perhaps Ms. Anderson will give you an extra cupcake." The cheery man smiles.

"Who the fuck is Ms. Anderson?"

"The cafeteria lady. Oh come ooonn you know her. You love her."

"Mmmh doubt it." Rounding the corner, Wade's face lights up, seeing that scrappy haired miserable man. "Weasel!! Where have you been man? I should pop you in the head!"

"Security-"

"No no no, I was just joking! Sheesh. Loosen up. Pop a xani or something.."

"Uh-huh.. here.."

"Still serving huh? Whatcha got for me?" Wade asks as he pushes his glasses up, handing him a small cap of pills, various colors and sizes.

"You.. you're not allowed to know that."

"Yes, it's policy. You know that, Mr. Pool." Dopinder confirms.

"Oohhh I see. Tell me there's at least some oxycodone in here."

The man behind the counter, Weasel- Who's name tag actually said Mr. Hammer- sighs.

"Glad to have you back, Wade..."

Back? Where did he go?

"Alright! Say bye, Mr. Pool. Don't want to be late for breakfast!"

"Byyyee! Gotta go con a cupcake out of an old lady." He says.

Rolling into the cafeteria, Dopinder helps him get a tray. Wade had barley any say in what got slopped onto his plate.

"What are you doin, baby? Gettin some meat on your bones? For god sake, finally."

"What's it look like Woman? What are you fucking bl-...ind..." The woman infront of him was none other then Al, sunglasses on and a hairnet.

"Wilson, I know you didn't just say that...You want your damn cupcake or not?"

"Al!! Did you see what they did to Logan!? And that bastard has my dog!" Wade says as a cupcake is placed on his tray.

"You have a dog? Who has your dog? Baby you've been gone so long. Aint a lick of sense in ya." The old woman grumbles.

Gone too long..

"Where did I go?" He asks, finally, hoping for an awnser, but none was given. They ignored him completely.

"Mr. Wilson was hoping that Mr. Pool could have a cupcake too." Dopinder speaks up.

"Oooh I see. You still have that little friend of yours up there?"

"Oh shit- you guys think im crazy-Crazy, not just in that comically insane kinda way. Fuck.. okay. I can role with that. Yeah, You know what? Mr. Pool does want a cupcake. And Mr. Pool wants to know what the hell is going on too."

Al laughs at him, giggling almost. Man.. she was much nicer here then in real life.. or..? No- this is definitely fake. It's gotta be. He.. he was married.. and..

Wade remembers dying...... A lot. Hmm...that dosn't... How would he die so much if..

He shakes his head. Man this phycosis episode was kicking his ass.

"Oh, hon, You're always so funny. Here. Mr. Pool-" she says, like you would entertaining a childs imaginary friend "- Can have a cupcake too. Promise it goes in your mouth this time and not Mr. Summer's face?"

Wade gasps, loudly turning to the side as if about to gossip with a friend but no one is there. He frowns. God damn it.. right.. felt weird not having them to talk to.

"Scottys in this hell hole!? Haa!! Where? Oh I'm so throwing my eggs at him-" He whispers the last part, looking at his plate. Maybe he'd throw the whole damn tray at him too.

"Ah ah ah, Mr. Pool, you wouldn't wanna have a.. time out.. again. Would you, friend?" The man asks, pushing him to a table, putting his tray on it before helping Wade to his spot.

"Get- get. Stop. Don't touch me. I can get up myself." He grumbles, sitting down, starting to unwrap his cupcake that honestly looked more like a muffin with icing on it.

Alright. Think..

Logan thinks he's James, Jean's either playing goody two shoes or some kind of inside job thing, Sabre's so drugged up he can't even speak, Peter is kookoo bananas, apprently Scott's in here.. somewhere.. he might be useful if he wasn't higher then Everest.

Al was a sweet old woman just trying to help folks it seems, Dopinder and Weasel were gone. Sigh.. those worm brains.. he loved them, but really why couldn't they see what was going on? I mean are collars even allowed in medical practice?

It made sense though if what Francis says is true. About being in charge. But puppins- Wade glared at his food, gripping his milk so tight it made a mess.

"Oppsies! Don't worry, Mr. Pool, I'll get it!" Dopinder smiles, seeming like the only person who deserved to work in a place like this. Wade sighs, man.. he had such a good heart.

Speaking of good hearts...

"Where's Vanessa?" He asks, innocently.

"Oooh Mr. Pool wants to see his sweet friend?" He says it like hes teasing a middle schooler about their crush.

"Yeah, sure. Where is she? Couldn't we have breakfast together? Like a real couple?"

"Ooh Im afraid not Mr. Pool. Vanessa is.. well.. Im technically not supposed to say this but.. since you took your medicine with no fuss today-"

Wade stifles a scoff. Yeah- sure. You keep thinking that.

"-Vanessa's taking a bit of a time out for now."

Wade pauses, turning to look up at him as the man wipes up the literal spilled milk.

"...Excuse me? What did they do to her?"

He goes to say something but shakes his head, only smiling. "Nothing just.. having a time out. Hey! I heard they're playing that Ryan Reynolds movie you like later. The one where he marries that mean lady?"

Turning, Wade stares. "The Propos- DAMN IT!"

"What's wrong, Mr. Pool?"

"Where the fuck is everyone?!" He groans.

"Oh, they've already finished up! Just in the lounge room. Don't worry, we'll go there just after you finish up."

Wade thinks for a second, blinking. "...Why am I eating alone?"

"Oh.. well... Sometimes Mr. Wilson doesn't enjoy eating with others, and Mr. Pool starts food fights.."

His nose scrunches, tilting his head. "...Why are you talking to me like that..?? Like..."

Like they were different people. No? He was just one guy. He wasn't ku klux batman crazy. Nah. Not yet. Just the voic.... where are his voices?

Screaming, Wade covers his face, whining with a loud groan following. "FUUCK!"

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

ALSO ::: @blkkizzat got me all inspired and shit with her cute little mdni banners. So this one kind of models Kali's? Even though they really don't look that similar. I still wanted to give her credit for the inspo! I love inadvertent inspo the mostest. Thanks, Kali!

A/N ::: This came to me way too long ago in my Ask box. And Istg, I can't remember the last time I couldn't dislodge my head from my ass to write something. It's not that I don't want to write it, because I love the idea and very much wanted to write this for one of my moots. So here I am, throwing caution to the wind, spitting into the breeze, pissing at the hurricane and hoping for the best. I'm down on my knees, praying that I can finally belt this out. Just kidding. I'm on my knees suckin' Draken's huge cock. Duh.

C/W ::: Adult Draken x F.reader, "sexercise", sex as a form of exercise. You know when you wake up the next morning and you're sore from the amazing sex you had the night before? THAT is working toward THIS.

WC ::: 1,954

Here you go mack

MNDI under the cut

"What the hell are you laughing at." Draken stared you down with his dark eyes, waiting for you to say one more stupid thing about this new thing he's implemented into his workout routine.

"I- aheh - I'm laughing ... because it's fucking ridiculous, Ken. Like, I respect you for being so dedicated to working out and stuff. But sexercise? You can't believe that'll be a thing." You walked over to him and ran your hands up the front of his shirt, stopping to admire the firmness that pushed back against your palms.

You cocked your eyebrow and rubbed his pecs, "Have you - have you always been this ... hard?"

He bent down and whispered into your ear, "Why don't you let me show you a few different exercises, princess? If all else fails, at least you'll have a good time." Draken kissed his way from your neck up to your lips. You felt his hand creep up your thigh, stopping just short of where you wanted to feel him the most.

You moaned softly into his mouth and tugged at his hair, "You're so fucking dirty, Ken. Ok, fine. You can show me a couple of these ... 'exercises'. But don't count on me doing anything more than bouncing on youahh!" He bent over and hooked your waist over his shoulder and carried you off to the bedroom. "You mean to tell me that there's no equipment that's needed for this shit?" You laughed, "I should've kept my sex-pectations low!" You laughed again, harder this time.

Draken's hand came down hard on your ass. "There's equipment alright. Heavy, hard, big equipment." After he smacked you, he squeezed the cheek he punished. It made your cunt clench in anticipation.

He dropped you onto the bed and immediately started pulling his shirt off, revealing his tattoos and toned muscles. He was so hot that it was almost unreal. You couldn't believe this was the man that wanted to show you some ... interesting new exercises. You started pulling off your own clothes, eager to have his skin pressed against yours.

He pushed you back onto the bed and crawled over you, his cock hard and pressing against your leg. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs. You couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you.

"Now, you're gonna lay here and watch me do some pushups," he grinned at you, "Don't move a muscle." He pulled the bottle of lube out of the nightstand and situated himself at the end of the bed and started lowering himself to the floor, then back up. He wasn't even breathing irregularly. The bastard. You could see his muscles flexing as he lowered and lifted himself.

"Not moving is kinda my thing." You watched him do a few repetitions, admiring how hard his cock was when he did them. You couldn't help but rub your fingers over your clit, teasing yourself.

He jumped up and pushed your hand away, "I said ... no moving, princess. That means no touching, too. Ok, angel?" He grabbed your hips and pulled you down to the foot of the bed, so your feet were on the edge. "Ok, lift your hips up and hold them there." Draken helped guide you so you were alligned with his cock. "You ready? Tell me if you need to stop." He stroked himself a couple more times for good measure and got a decent coating of lube.

You scoffed. "Hhh, yeah, okay. I'll be sure to let you know when I'm tired of you fucking me. Also, what the hell happened to foreplay?" And then, almost as if it was completely out of your control, your eyes rolled.

"You happened, brat. I'm - I'm serious. I am just now getting to a point where I'm not really sore the next day, an' I've been doin' this for about a month."

You sat up immediately, your feet hit the floor with a loud thump. "Who the fuck you been doing this with!?" He dodged the swipe of your hand at his stomach.

"You, brat. Only you. You haven't noticed the weird positions lately?" Draken bent over and kissed you. "If your pretty little head wasn't screwed on ... I don't know what would happen to you. Ok, you ready now?" He smiled at you and half of the tension in your body melted away from just one look from him. The effect he had on you was ridiulous.

He pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. He felt so good that it almost hurt. Your pussy clenched around him, making him groan. "Fuck, you're so tight, princess. Y-you gotta relax or I'm not gonna be able to - I'm not gonna be able to move, heh." He said, brushing his hair from his face.

You moaned softly as he bottomed out, stretching you so good that you weren't sure how you were ever able to fit him in before. "Fuck, Ken. You're so big." You felt your body relax around him as he started to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. "So, what you're gonna need to do is sorta rest on your shoulders. And then ... you ... fuck ... me." His thumbs ran small circles over the plush of your thighs, some harder than others.

"Wow, this - I mean, I'm going to be toned in no time! Ok, so I just fuck you? Can do." You positioned yourself so you were resting on your shoulders and started to raise and lower your hips to do just what he said. It wasn't 20 seconds later that you were whining.

Not because it felt good, but because it was fucking hard to maintain this position. "I, ow! K-Ken help! My thighs are going to spontaneously combust! Get ... get out!" You started laughing hysterically. "JESUS!"

Draken pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. "What are you doing, you ... Oh my God, ha! Are you ok?" He joined you in laughing, but not nearly as hard as you were. Tears ran down your face.

You whined, trying to pull him back to you. "Ok, so, maybe it's not as easy as it looks. Show me something else! Something that doesn't require me being like ... like that."

Draken grinned and flipped you over, so you were on your hands and knees. He grabbed a pillow and put it under your hips to prop you up. "Ok, now you just ... lift your ass up and down. Like, it's kind of like a squat, but ... you know what? Just do whatever you want, you'll get it eventually. You're a smart girl."

You turned your head to look at him, "Aww, Ken. You really think so?"

He bent over and kissed your cheek, "Of course, baby. Now, let me give you a demonstration. And then you can join me. Deal?" He positioned himself behind you, his cock still glistening with your juices.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, "Deal, but only because you're so fucking sexy, Ken. And I don't think I've ever been so wet in my life."

Draken took hold of your hips and pulled you back onto his cock. The sound of your ass slapping against his thighs made you moan. He started thrusting in and out of you, filling you up over and over again. He bent over and kissed your back, leaving a trail of small love bites up your spine, leading up to your shoulder blades. He kissed your ear and growled through his teeth, "Yeah? Does my princess like this? You like how I fuck you?"

"Yes! Yes, Ken! Fuck, don't stop! I'm gonna cum!" Your thighs clenched as you came around him, your body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

Draken moaned and pulled out, his cock covered in your cum. "You wanna taste yourself, baby? Yeah? Well me too. You taste so good, I want some." He pulled you up and pushed you back onto the bed, then started to lick your clit. He sucked and licked and teased you until you were crying out, begging him to stop.

He pulled away and smiled, "You ready for another exercise?" He moved up to your mouth and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

You whined, "Yes, yes, I'm ready! I can do this!" You said a little too enthusiastically.

He grinned and laid down next to you. "Ok, this one is called ... the blowjob. It's pretty self-explanatory, but ... you just gotta suck me off. Can you do that, baby?"

You slapped him on the thigh. "I've never heard of that one. Why don't you walk me through it? I don't wanna fuck it up, y'know." He smiled that dark smile he has and grabbed a handful of hair on the back of your head, guiding your mouth to his cock.

He helped you line up, and then you just opened your mouth and let him push in. You could taste your own cum mixed with the salty taste of his. You looked up at him as you bobbed your head, watching his face contort in pleasure. "Fuck, you're doing so good, baby." You did that for a while until you could feel him getting close to cumming. "Hey, wanna try a new position? Get on top of me, yeah?" He pushed you off of him and positioned himself on the bed, his cock standing straight up.

"Ok, just straddle me and slide down, and then you can go at your own pace." You did as he said, sliding down his cock. "Just like that, princess. Now, lean forward and put your hands on my chest, and just move up and down. Use your thighs ... you know how to do this. You do it all the time." He was right, you did know how to do this. You started rocking back and forth, his cock hitting all the right places inside of you.

You moaned, "Oh god, Ken. You're so deep. You're so fucking deep! I c- ... any-, please! I want to cum!" Draken groaned and bucked his hips up into you, meeting you halfway.

"Just so you know, this is cheating. Me, helping you do this exercise, it's cheating. Technically, you're supposed to do everythi-"

"KEN! Shut up!" You yelled.

"Right, right. Sorry, angel." He grabbed you by the hips and began to thrust into you harder, bringing you both closer to the edge.

"Faster, please! Just a little bit faster! Ohhhh myyy fuck - yes!" You felt your orgasm rip through you as you collapsed on top of him. He came a few seconds later, filling you with his hot cum.

"Ok, so ... I guess this isn't what you call sexercise. More like, just regular sex." You giggled and laid on top of him, his cock still buried inside of you.

He smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "Sexercise? God, princess. What a silly word. Let's never use it again." He pulled you in for a kiss, and you melted into his touch. "You're so weird, y/n. Please don't ever change."

You smiled back at him, "Same."

He rolled his eyes and pushed you off of him, "Shut up. You're getting sappy." You giggled and cuddled into his side. "Now, I think it's time for a cool down in a minute, ok?"

"Oh god, there's more?!" You buried your face in his neck. "What could that possibly consist of?"

He rolled out from under you and got you situated before he trailed his lips all the way down to your hips. His mouth was so hot you could feel the tickle of arousal stirring in you again.

"I'm so glad you asked ..."

Taglist ::: @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82

[caelyne]

it began with a soft melody that filled the room. then the light. oh god the LIGHT. luckily there was another pillow nearby, an adequate tool to defeat that blinding radiance. maybe it would be okay to just lay here. forever. with the coolness of the pillow against his face. the soft warmth of the blankets. that.. singing coming from the other room. he let the moment wash over him, hoping it was still early enough that he wouldn't have to leave for a while. mornings usually started off like this when he stayed here.

he always had a lot of trouble sleeping.. someday, he figured, he'd eventually work on fixing that. waking up far too early after having gotten not enough sleep was something that really got old after a while. it felt less bad here though. even though things began bright and early, waking up to the sounds of the morning shuffle was something of a comfort to him. felt like home. a few minutes drifted by.. the singing didn't stop, but everything else seemed to go fuzzy.. and then.

a voice whispered in his ear. 'rye.' he stirred, and instantly realized his worst fears had finally arrived: it was time to get up. he slowly lifted the pillow that remained clung to his cheek, expecting the light that filtered in through the curtains to blind him. but it didn't. instead he was face to face with someone who shouldn't be here right now.

'..why are you still here? don't you have work?' rye slowly got up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. the serval smiled, and handed him a steaming mug of coffee as he sat down next to him.

'nope. disappointed?~' niles tilted his face up as he spoke, flashing that familiarly, unfounded, smug-ass grin. rye took the mug and let the warmth that touched his paws spread to the rest of his body.

'confused, more like. day off?' he wanted to take a sip so bad.

'sooomething like that. also figured you needed a little help getting up.. unless you were hoping i'd be coming back..?' always the same face with this guy.

'well. i'm up now. and thanks for the coffee..' he began to lift the mug to his lips.

'ah-ah-ah! you might wanna wait a few more minutes before that. remember last time?' he did. eating for the next few days after that was the Worst. as the morning fuzziness had finally began to dissipate from his eyes, he glanced around the serval's room. which, wasn't anything to really speak of, to be honest. niles really only seemed to keep what was absolutely necessary, save for a few photos on his dresser. a plushy here and there. a fake plant too… which wasn't here last time. when did he get that? why? why does he have that.

'ahehe, i see you like what i've done with the place.' niles chuckled as he got up and crossed the room to open up the curtains. rye stiffened, craning the back of his neck for a stretch and began to get up too. until he realized he didn't have any pants on. right. he hurriedly threw the blanket back over to cover himself while shifting to the left and right to locate something he could wear. niles glanced back and rolled his eyes. 'its nothing i haven't seen before, kitten.'

'd-dont call me that. did you hide my pants?' rye huffed and grumpily scrunched his shoulders.

'nahh. sounds like a good idea for next time though~' niles looked back at him with an expression rye could only describe as Pure Evil. he sighed and decided to bite the bullet as he got up over to where niles stood at the window. it was then he realized that niles had really let him sleep in today. the street below was teeming with activity that could only be explained by the sun's lofty position in the sky. niles really did have it lucky here, being able to live right above where he worked. 'you're dumb, y'know that?'

'h-huh!?'

niles grabbed him by his fluffy waist and pulled him close. 'you heard me. how many times do i have to get you purring like a kitten before you let your guard down around me?~' rye couldn't tell if niles was teasing him or not.

's-sorry, alright? this is still.. new for me. i'm not used to being with. with guys. let alone You.' rye began to move his free paw to remove niles'.. but as niles rubbed a paw along his fur, rye had to fight down the urge to start purring. ugh. he really didn't know why he was like this. as he opened his mouth to continue, all incoming thoughts terminated as he felt niles lean his head against his. 'a-ahh..', he managed to blurt out.

'sooo.. would it help if i acted more like a girl~? would that ease the suffering of this big, straight, kitty-cat~?' niles fluttered his eyes as their cheeks pressed oh-so-squishily together. rye simply glared.

'so you are teasing me.'

'aren't i always?'

rye looked down at the mug niles brought him earlier and allowed a smile. aren't you always, he thought. its been a busy few years for rye, and he still didn't understand how this had happened really. the two had known each other since high school, but it felt like pure chance that they had crossed paths again. he wondered if the others were in the city too.

he took a little sip from his coffee and frowned. it was a little too cold this time, he had waited too long. still wasn't bad though, and besides.. niles had made it for him. another sip. 'you have somewhere to be today, nya?'

'ahh.. yeah. i guess i probably need to head out soon. i uh. i hope i haven't been a bother or anything.' rye probed, hoping his weirdness wasn't off-putting. niles smiled with a warmth that almost seem to cure his lukewarm coffee.

'you're welcome anytime, buddy.' niles said, bringing their hips together again. rye blushed, still painfully aware of his pantsless situation down there.

[fubu18writes]

❧In the hidden corners of the library, your relationship is hidden amongst the erotica

♢regular tags: f!reader, bonten!kakucho, reader is bonten's nurse (because i doubt that they're always unharmed) and is also kakucho's close friend, friends to lovers, drunk and flirty!kakucho ♢mature tags: slight age gap (reader is 24, so kakucho is older by 4 years), reader is called "slut", uhh idk what this tag is but kakucho shoves the reader's underwear in her mouth, dom!kakucho, daddy kink aheh, semi-public sex (y'all are in a library lol) ♢all characters are 18+ and above unless stated otherwise

a/n: joining the "Yes, Daddy!" collab by @sugarbebenireo! and yes this was... a bit inspired by ana huang's book called "twisted love"... yeah i was reading a bit and i had the idea lmaoo so yeah i hope i did kakucho justice with this

Needless to say, you were used to Kakucho getting injured ever since you were assigned to be Bonten's nurse...

You tended to everyone despite being uncomfortable. However, the only person you managed to be comfortable with was Kakucho

The both of you had become close enough to be considered friends. Kakucho was a little hesitant in becoming comfortable with you, but gradually, he opened up and considered you as a close and trusted friend.

But then... well, Kakucho thought of you as more than a friend.

So when you were in the library that night, hearing the door open and seeing Kakucho looking like he had been drinking and seeing his hand bleed, you didn't hesitate to close the library door and patch him up with some equipment that you carry around for emergencies.

"It's fine, love..." Kakucho says. His voice wasn't slurred but you couldn't help but feel your cheeks flare at the nickname he'd usually give you when the both of you were alone. "It's just a scratch. You've seen worse."

"You're bleeding," You say as you dabbed the medicine with the cotton, flinching a little when you hear him hiss a little in pain. You took a deep breath, finally finishing up with wrapping up the gauze on his hand. "You really should stop getting yourself injured like this, and if you do keep doing this, at least stay sober..."

"If I stay sober, then I wouldn't really be able to say what I want to say to you." Kakucho held your hand as he stared into your (e/c) eyes. Your cheeks flare up again at the sudden action.

"I have feelings for you, and I want to be more than just friends." Kakucho confesses. "I may be drunk right now, but what I'm saying is true."

"Kakucho..." You wanted to say something, but instead you just looked away. Kakucho took this an incentive, his bandaged hand holding your chin to make you look at him. "How am I supposed to kiss you when you're looking away like that?"

You stared at him, speechless. "You're going to kiss...?"

"Can I?"

After a few seconds of silence, you nod. Kakucho pressed his lips onto yours, the kiss starting off gentle. You would have never guessed that Kakucho even felt... anything towards you, considering how you both first started. Now, here you both were, in each other's hold as the kiss started to become more and more aggressive.

When the both of you pulled away, Kakucho had hefted you up onto the windowsill as he kisses you again. You could only melt into the kiss as you let out a muffled moan, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Though when you felt his hand shove his hand over your dress and grazes his teeth over your nipples through the thin lace of your bra (you cursed yourself for wearing something like this of all clothing), your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

"Kakucho, we're in the library. Someone could come in..." You squeaked. You wanted Kakucho to stop but at the same time, you wanted him to keep going. Even if the library was soundproof, someone could very well open the door and see the both of you in the act.

"I'm aware, love." Kakucho pulls your bra aside with his teeth and lavished his attention on your breasts, his non-bandaged hand finding the sweet spot between your legs. "So wet for me, hmm..." His voice was husky when he says this, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. You could feel his erection press against your leg, thick and hard. "Kakucho, wait--"

"Call me something else, love." Kakucho says with a smirk. Your face, which was already red, turned redder than before. You just stayed silent at that.

Seeing your silence, he then says, "I hope you're not attached to your underwear."

"Wha--?" The sound of tearing fabric already answered your question. Kakucho's lap curled into a sly grin at your shocked expression. "Open your mouth for daddy, won't you?"

Either Kakucho was secretly reading your books, or the alcohol was getting to him. But at that moment, your resistance collapsed. You opened your mouth, and he shoves your underwear in your mouth, shivering when you taste the slick of your own arousal.

Kakucho could see your cunt throbbing at nothing as he returned his attention to your breasts as while he slid in two fingers into your slippery folds. You grip onto his hair, tugging it so hard as he was working you into a frenzy. He lifted his head up from your chest and watched you with smoldering eyes. "That's it, love." He murmured, his muscles taut as he finger-fucked you harder.

You could feel that he was knuckles deep inside you now, the obscene sounds of him sliding in and out of your drenched core creating a dirty symphony that intensified your arousal. You rode on his hand shamelessly, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth as you screamed from the makeshift gag. "Go on and cum, slut. Make a mess for daddy."

And you did. Hard, fast, and endlessly, flying high in an explosion of bliss. Calming down, you saw that he unzipped his pants, and was fisting his cock. God, you knew he was big but you didn't know he was that big... and who knows if he'll slide it inside you the next time. Your thoughts were snapped out when you felt his climax all over your thighs.

"Kakucho..." You removed the makeshift gag out of your mouth, breathing heavily. "How long have you been...?"

"Months," Kakucho replied. "A couple of months."

You nod, looking up at him. "Is this a one-time thing or--Ah!"

Kakucho bit the side of your neck, earning a moan from you. "Come on, love... you can handle one more round for me, right?"

[vibinsane]

can we meet again once more? she falls asleep unbeknownst that her dream-self is awaiting to meet with dawnbreaker, but this time dawnbreaker wishes to talk to her about something personal.

note: thanks to this quote i found on tumblr that made me immediately think of dawnbreaker and @zayne-snowman for being an awesome zayne roleplayer (gimmick blog is a new term that i actually genuinely like and will use it now), since reading their posts of people interacting with dawnbreaker, it made me adore zayne even more as a rafayel girlie aheh. anyway! to those that read this, i hope you enjoy!

warning: angst once more (this will be my stamp), slight hurt with comfort, he will do anything to ensure she is ok whether mentally or physically, hints of pieces from foreseer myth if you squint

another day of being a hunter has passed and the city is as peaceful as i can be. that was her duty and she loved to provide that help in not only protecting the city, but also protecting her fourteen year old self. 

now she can return home and settle herself in bed where unbeknownst to her, she would meet a man that she forgot in the waking life, but remembers very well in her dreams. as she falls asleep, a warmth surrounds her more than her blanket, there is a smile on her face that translates to the one in her dreams as she felt warm arms wrap around her body.

the man was silent, burying his face against her neck and inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume and letting it linger in his senses, allowing himself to engrave it into his mind for when he must let her go once more. she remained where she was, unsure of how she got here, but the man standing and hugging her from behind like she was the most delicate snowflake in a world full of snowstorms was no stranger to her. 

“i’m sorry, dawnbreaker… did i make you wait for too long?” she asked softly, raising her hands to rest on his arms, squeezing them gently as she turned her head to brush her lips gently against his temple. 

he shook his head, holding her closer. “no, not at all. in fact, if you don’t know, i’ll remind you… i will wait for however long i need to just to see you and hold you like this again.”

she smiled, although it was a mix of sorrow and happiness, two emotions that could never coexist with one another, yet were easy to conceive. then, she turned around and cupped dawnbreaker’s face, her fingers gently drumming against his cheeks as she gazed up at him. 

“even if the certainty of me returning is little to none? you would risk that much if it meant you’d see me again? am i really worth that much?” 

it had been a question that was stuck in her mind like a fly in a venus fly trap, no matter how much she tried to remove the thought, the insecurity to ensure nothing came between her and dawnbreaker, that question became a plague and dawnbreaker must have sense the shift as he immediately drew her in closer.

“of course. in this world, i have nothing left. i want to be selfish. allow me to be selfish and i promise to take care of you as much as i possibly can here in this world. it’s—” 

“fleeting.” she finished his sentence with a tender smile. “everything around us and us in general is fleeting, yet if it’s all i can have, i could never wish for anything more. and you can be selfish, dawnbreaker. in a sense, this is your world and i’m becoming a permanent visitor, until you no longer want me to come back.” 

dawnbreaker eased back and stared at her with his piercing gaze before he grabbed her chin, gently tilting it up so their eyes met. “there will never be a day where i’m not looking forward to your return. there will never be a day where i wish for you not to return. and there will never be a day that i stop myself from feeling these emotions you give me. for once in this life of mine, i feel something and it’s all because of you.” 

she listened intently and nodded her head. insecurities plagued her mind, but dawnbreaker never once allowed those insecurities and self-sabotaging tendencies to remain in her head for too long. perhaps, that is why it was so easy for her to fall for him. how she felt so drawn to his presence, that she would do everything in her power to meet in the same world in her dreams. 

“then, when i fall asleep, i will do my best to make sure to meet you once more. over and over again until our worlds allow us to meet face to face outside of our dreams.”

“do you believe such a thing is possible?”

“i do. it’s all thanks to you, dawnbreaker.” 

dawnbreaker was quiet as he finally pulled away from her and held out his hand. “come, then, let’s have a walk. there is something i wanted to talk to you about. nothing horrible, i assure you… just something that has been on my mind.”

as the two walked and the snow gentle fell over the city, dawnbreaker stopped in front of a cafe. he gazed through the window and in there was a scene that did not belong to his world. in there was a version of him who was a doctor and she was there sitting in front of him, eating lunch it would seem. he could not help but feel bitter that this version of himself was allowed to be with her when she is awake.

“dawnbreaker?” she spoke out softly when she noticed him seemingly staring into the empty cafe. “what’s wrong?” 

he turned and looked at her before shaking his head. “it’s nothing…” he stated, and she did not pry any further. 

they walked a few steps more before they stumble onto a field of jasmine flowers. it was then that she let go of dawnbreaker’s hand and ran to the field of flowers, frowning.

“oh no! i knew i was forgetting something, have they not bloomed since?” 

“they are just resting, and do not worry about taking care of them, we can only do so much in this environment. ah, but come back here.”

he had gestured for her to return to his side, but instead he walked over to stand beside her, coaxing her to stand up before he held her hand. “are you curious as to what i wish to talk to you about?” 

“i am, but i don’t want to pry, so i would wait until you’re ready to talk about it.” 

“you’ve called me dawnbreaker since the day we met, but can you stop calling me that?” 

“oh—does it bother you?” 

“no, i am used to it, but i want you to call me by my real name.” 

she tilted her head, curiosity sparkled in her eyes as she met his gaze. 

“from now on, you can call me zayne.” 

the name tugged something in her chest, her hand then turning to interlace her fingers with his as she gave it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. 

“all right, then. thank you… zayne.” 

that odd muscle in dawnbreaker’s chest skipped a beat upon hearing her utter his name with such delicacy, it confused him for a bit before he regained his senses, stepped forward and held her in his arms. he cupped her chin once more and leaned down as he lifted her face up for their lips to meet in a sweet kiss. 

“no, darling, thank you.”

“but i haven’t done—” she whispered against his lips after their deep kiss. 

“you’ve done much more than you may ever know.”

her dream was spent on time with dawnbreaker, this time she managed to make him laugh and she could not help how happy it made her feel when he caught himself and tried to play it off, something about his image and how it could not be ruined.

but as the time approached for her to wake up again, she hugged dawnbreaker extra tight this time, placed a kiss onto his cheek and promised to see him once more when they both fall asleep.

but when she awakened from her slumber, she was left with an empty feeling. she sat up and touched her lips where she dreamed of someone kissing her goodbye. she furrowed her brows trying to recall the dream, but no memory came to mind. 

“as always…” she mumbled to herself as she got up to open the blinds of her window. she thought of the man in her dreams, she knew it was a man, but she could not recall a face, not even features. just thoughts and memories of his touches and words, nothing more, no face to place onto the unknown figure. 

“do you exist or have i made you up?”

[subarus-gentle-butterfly]

11.04 - Subaru's Birthday!

PLACE: Miu's bedroom

Miu: "Subaru-kun, come closer. Ne, Look at me."

-shuffling, rustling-

*Turning around, she flaunts the lacey pajamas and ribbons adorning her body.*

Miu: "Isn't it cute? Do I look pretty?"

Miu: *giggling* "I'm your final present. I hope you liked all the ones before... Even after all this time, you're pretty difficult to shop for."

*Miu grabs his arm.*

Miu: "Eh? You're blushing? No way!"

Miu: "Hehe, you're so cute... You're acting like you've never seen my skin before... You know that's not true."

-kiss-

Miu: "... Oh! I'm sorry, Subaru-kun... I just... Couldn't help it. Ahehe, you're just so..."

....

-kiss- -kiss-

Miu: "You're so cute when you look so shy... I'm your wife, you know? Wh-Why are you so embarrassed?"

Miu: "Hey... You're making me a little worried... Are you not happy?"

*shuffling, heavy footsteps*

Miu: "....!!"

Miu: "Subaru..."

.....

Miu: "Hehe... I love you."

-kiss kiss kiss-

"Happy birthday, Subaru-kun."

[crimsonscalpel]

Sodkier bjfitny,rf

help bit me

oh dear. i am quite sure soldier carries rabies from all of those racoons. right this way, kamerad, i'll have you fixed up in no time! aheh, after just a few small experiments.. i hope that's alright? i will take your pained moaning as a yes!

[a-and-b-snz]

tongue-tied (hero & villain)

“Hey.”

Hero sighs. With the rest of their teammates out on a mission, they’ve been left to guard Villian, who was captured a few days ago. Hero had been hoping to get some paperwork done, but they can barely make it through a paragraph without Villian bugging them. Ignoring them only seems to fuel their determination.

“Hey, Hero!” they say again, louder, straining against the restraints. They’re chained to a chair in the far corner. Hero wishes they were gagged, too.

“I’m still not going to untie you, Villain,” Hero says curtly. “No matter how many times you ask.”

“It doesn’t have to be for long!” they say. “Five seconds, that’s all I’m asking.”

“Nope.”

“But- But my nose itches!”

“I don’t care.”

“Like, really bad, actually!” Villian whines and scrunches up their nose. “You can’t make me suffer an itchy nose, that’s inhumane!”

“You’ll survive,” Hero snaps. “Just rub it on your shoulder, or something.”

There’s a little rustling as Villain attempts to do so. “It’s not working,” they report.

“Still don’t care.”

“But-”

“Shut it!” Hero slams their hands down on their desk. “Keep complaining and I’ll chop that thing right off!”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Villain grumbles, but they sink into silence nonetheless.

Hero is afforded a glorious minute and a half to themselves before they hear a sharp intake of breath. They roll their eyes, waiting for the inetiable griping to pick back up again, but nothing comes. Just another breath, slightly more defined than the last.

“Hh... hah... hi’hh...”

Reluctantly, they glance over at Villain. They have on a hazy expression, with watery eyes and deep crinkles etched into the bridge of their nose.

“Hahh... ah- ahHH! ...heh’ihh! ...hehh...”

“What are you doing?” Hero asks suspiciously.

“I told you,” Villain moans. “I cah- can’t help it. It’s my nuhh... my nose, it just- ihh! h’IHH! ...it’s so itchy.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Hero grumbles. They watch Villian hitch helplessly for a few moments more before they haul themselves to their feet.

Villian’s face lights up as Hero advances towards them. “You’ll uhhn- untie me?”

“Not a hope in hell,” Hero snorts.

“Then what-”

Hero takes Villain’s jaw and tilts it upwards. With their other hand, they carefully rub a fingertip down the bridge of Villain’s nose a few times. “Are we done here?” they ask, letting go of Villians face. “Problem solved?”

Villian looks shocked for a moment, but then their face is overcome by a woozy expression once more. “Hhhharder,” they pant. “Right on the tih-tip of my... ahh!” Their eyelids begin to droop as Hero massages the end of their nose in small, firm circles.

“Better?” Hero asks in a low voice. “Is that working for you?”

Villain lets out a low, breathy whine. “H-Hero, I’m gonna-” Their breath catches. “I’m gonna... gonna... hept’ZISHIEW!” A sneeze rips out of them with unanticipated force, right into Hero’s palm.

Hero yanks their hand away as Villian gears up for another sneeze. “Oh, gross!”

“AptTISHyuh!” Villian ducks their head towards their lap. “IHDshiew! Hu’jishu! Hah... ha-ahhh... aheh!” With guilty, glistening eyes, they look pleadingly up at Hero. “P-Please,” they gasp between stuttering breaths. “Hh’eh’help me?”

Hero sighs, and flicks the end of Villain’s nose a couple of times until their head rears back.

“HEH- HAH- HATCHUEH! huh-CHOUH! aaTSHOO! Ohh...” they moan. “Oh, fuck me, that was intense.”

“I hope you’re satisfied,” Hero mutters, wiping their hand on their pants.

“I sure am.” Villian lets their posture relax once more, smirking to themselves as they watch Hero return to their seat. “Thanks for the satisfaction.”

[lavendulachronicler]

He Hated To See A Machine Take The Work Of Men Like Him | An Anti-AI Hazbin Hotel Shortfic starring Vox

Vox's brain resisted taking in the demon who had talked his way into his office - something that would cost a few secretaries dearly. The reason his brain resisted was because Vox had seen so many of these demons before he was sick of perceiving them. It was an in-built defense response. What Vox had now instead of an immune system. A firewall for desperate morons thinking they had the next big thing and were prepared to make Vox do the work of selling it.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "So, it's about averages, right?"

The demon nodded desperately. His every move seemed to be desperate. Even if it was only desperate to be taken seriously. "Yes. That's right! It takes the average of everything fed into it and, with help from assigned keywords, can spit out an average of those inputs as text or image or even video."

"Yeah yeah yeah." Vox said at speed, leaning a cheek in his hand. "And how do we sell that? As an app or...?"

The demon looked nervous. Vox's eyes narrowed. "Uh, well, aheh, the... program itself is a bit too... complex to run off of a phone."

Vox raised a merciless eyebrow.

"Or, uh... laptop."

Vox's eyes narrowed. "So where do we run it?"

"We'll need to open up a server farm and feed it a LOT of juice." The demon said casually even as Vox lifted a hand up in incredulous disbelief. "Then we charge for access to it. Software as a service."

Vox sighed heavily. He didn't like that word. 'Service'. That carried some implications that he really didn't want tied to his brand. Software was a product. You sold it. People bought it. Then it was their problem.

"And why." Vox said, trying to contain his temper. "Would people pay for it, exactly?" He said with a wide grin devoid of good will.

"Efficiency."

"Efficiency?"

The demon gave a waxy smile. He had apparently not been anticipating a follow-up question of that magnitude. "People could ask it to do whatever they wanted. Y-You sell porn right? This baby can make so much porn!"

"But then we wouldn't be selling that porn." Vox said flatly. "We're charging for access to the product."

"It could eliminate roles in the workplace!" The demon said, shifting tactics.

"For average."

"Excuse me?"

"Why would anyone pay for average? Who would pay for work they know can only reach par? Do you know what the Voxtech brand is?" He shook his head. "Lemme try a different question. Can this thing answer a math problem?"

"It can answer anything you can think to ask it."

"Correctly?" Vox asked with a raised brow.

"It can answer anything you can think to ask it." The demon repeated, louder.

Vox gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Okay." He muttered as he stood up, the sound of patience's last grain hitting the bottom of the hourglass. "Let me start by saying Voxtech isn't about 'average'. We're about perfection. That's why you're not leaving this room the same way you came in."

"There's a VIP exit." The cretin said.

Vox stared at him. It hadn't been a hopeful question. He was suddenly sure there was a special exit just for boys as special as him. The demon had apparently decided before even stepping into the room how the meeting was going to go and was not going to take Vox's input on script changes.

Vox walked around his desk to put a hand on the demon's shoulder. "Let me give you some advice on how to make it big down here." Vox said, walking the demon in the direction of the window. "Now, I'm only saying this because I know you're too thick to ever listen, but you don't give the customer what they want. You give them what you want. Then you do an ad campaign so beautiful that, by the time they buy it, they're certain it's what they wanted all along."

Some inkling of reality seemed to creep past the demon's defenses. "Mister Vox, I don't think you understand. The future belongs to this technology."

Vox calmly opened one of the tall windows. "The future belongs to the people with the vision to make it. You're so lacking in vision you made a data blender to tell you what to sell and even then the only thing you can think to pitch is the blender itself." Vox said, patting the demon on the chest. "Voxtech doesn't do business with people like that." He said before using both hands to toss him through the opening.

Vox watched him fall for a moment. Then he did something rare. He turned his gaze upward to Hell's sky and tried to pick out where Earth might be.

"Man," He said despondently, "What the fuck are you guys doing up there?"

Then he closed his eyes, shrugged, and turned his attention back to his work, the encounter swiftly forgotten in the bustle of teasing the future out of the present.

[heartbeatbookclub]

I absolutely adore all of your analysis so far, they are so indepth and it feels like you’re able to explain stuff that I’m only able to vaguely think in an abstract sense when it comes to ddlc and dhdhdj so so good

I do wanna say that for you mc analysis, there’s one thing missing. I’m someone who got into ddlc cause of plus so I have hyperfixated on all the lore. While the employees imply that Monika made MC, I don’t think that’s actually true based on what we know about Monika. If she could make a whole character then why couldn’t she make herself a route? Heck in one of her act 3 convos, she can barely change the music before saying “well I just break everything anyway”.

So I believe based on other emails, that it was Ive Laster who made MC since they were the one who wanted to make ddlc a game. In the first meeting notes, we are told that Ive tends to ramble a lot. But in the next one when MC is mentioned in a meeting, they are silent. Another thing is that in one of the ddlc plus trailers, ive is the name of the MC.

It could be said that Ive based it on the stuff in the control group, but the control group was made AFTER the main vm (That’s not how a science experiment should work but ya know, I don’t think they are smart). So really the control group is based on main game first. Honestly so much of the issue of the plus lore is how it’s so convoluted to get, but reading it all on the wiki helped me alot.

Plus seemed to add a new sense of horror to the og, the horror of knowledge that one plagued Monika is now plaguing the player as we have all this information but can do nothing to help them. I think the idea of MC being made by someone else adds this new layer to him along with this new layer of horror. But that’s more just my own thoughts on it that I thought you may find interesting along with all the lore from above.

Anyway, I hope you have a good day! Your post are great and I’ll make sure to keep up with coil more!

aw, thanks anon! i often find it difficult to find the exact way to explain what i'm thinking when i do analysis like i have on this blog, so i'm glad i can at least help to put it into words for other people who have even more trouble with it than i do.

as for the rest of your statement...i think you make a compelling point. full disclaimer; a lot of my knowledge on what's presented in + outside of the full text of the side stories is secondhand, and when talking about the original game, i think it's important to keep in mind that my reference for most of this is my playthrough with my friends back in like...2017-18ish a little after the game came out...? aheh, i won't lie, though i am rather obsessive in the course of scouring information i remember via the wiki/elsewhere to verify i'm not just making it up, putting off my replay of the og game has not been helpful for me.

i think it's very much up in the air as to how much influence that Monika actually has over the game, which is something i talked about in my analysis of Natsuki in the Side Stories. in my opinion, what + demonstrates more than anything is that in whatever she DID do in the main game, she mostly worked with material that was already there to make things easier on her. one of the things i based that claim on was the reference of the Protagonist in the Side Stories, but it's not a necessary claim, and in fact, i think you do make a good point in how it's unlikely that she'd be able to do this (at the very least, by herself) based on what's been shown of her ability in the game.

i think, in regards to your comment on the reference to MC in the Side Stories, it's important to consider the wider conceit of DDLC--i have a deeper analysis i'm tinkering around with on terms of it as an exploration of fiction vs the concept within the "universe", but that's another story--namely, all of the girls aren't (or at least, are heavily implied not to be) just static fictional characters following a pre-written script, they're genuine artificial intelligence!

this is part of what i meant when i said that the Side Stories demonstrate the raw character of each of the girls independently of any 4th wall shenanigans--within the world of Doki Doki Literature Club, they're essentially just people living in the confines of a computer, and therefore have essential, largely immutable character traits which exist within some fundamental essence of what makes them who they are. i think there are a shitload of really, really terrifying things this opens the door to if you really think about its nature (independently of DDLC, i've personally had longform discussions with a friend about the morality and potential horrors which would exist within a similar universe concept, and it's somewhat ubiquitous in a lot of sci-fi universes), but like i said, that's a different discussion entirely!

what i'm trying to suggest here is that it's likely that Sayori's relationship to the Protagonist is something inherent to her character, so it doesn't necessarily have to be something gleaned entirely from the Side Stories.

of course, this is all post hoc reasoning with what we're given! occam's razor suggests that it's actually just likely that (given that DDLC was written and released a long while prior to the Side Stories) they didn't necessarily plan every part of this from the outset, so some things just naturally seem to fit together a little weirdly, with little details added here and there just for flavor! i think that given the nature of the entire thing (and how Dan Salvato has talked about DDLC and the statements he's given with about in universe details in the past), it's unlikely that every single element of this was planned out from the word go.

this might be a bit of a controversial opinion, but there's a lot about how + handles the lore of ddlc that i didn't really like, just because it adds a whole new layer of lore and context, which soured a lot of my impressions, because the original game really flourished in its simplicity. that said, with all that's been given in the Side Stories and the deeper layers to the actual horror which are now visible in the original game, i think it pretty well makes up for it!

awa, i didn't plan for this to become an entire essay in itself...but i do appreciate this kind of thing! i really like digging deep into what's explicitly provided in canon to get a deeper understanding of the characters and universe as it's actually been shown, so any encouragement and correspondence related to either my analysis or my opinions in general are welcome! honestly, i'm also welcome to read others' analysis like this, because i like to see when people read deep into it like i do! typically it ends up reshaping how i see the entire thing, and it sorta just makes my heart happy to get people thinking about this stuff!

i think, as a last thought, if MC is actually conscious in any way similar to the other girls (which I think is a definite possibility, given his ability to respond in contexts impacted by Monika's manipulation, even if barebones), it actually makes him a very interesting character in his simplicity. i know that Dan Salvato doesn't see him as one, but i think it'd make for an interesting study in a fanfic or something.

i hope you also have a good day anon (even though it's 2 am here as i'm writing this...) and you BETTER KEEP UP W/IT I PUT MY HEART N SOUUL INTO THAT BABY (/lh /hj i'm just glad other people are liking it, even if it's just silent kudos :))

[guppygiggles]

So Mr Avery... Have you been tickled today? (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) Well, either way.. I really hope you get tickled without any mercy. Have a great day! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Ahem.

As a matter of fact, I... ah...

What's the matter, compliant, shameless lee?

Er...

Aren't you gonna tell them what happened to you today?

Ah...

Don't clam up on me, now. Or do you need a second helping~?

Ah-! Casper tickled me just today, actually! Aheh... Pretty mercilessly, too...

That's better. 💙

Taunt me all you like... you received a well-deserved reprisal, and I am not afraid to give you a second one, Mr. "I can't say the word 'tickle' out loud."

...!

Hehe... 💙

[tarot-by-e11e]

would love to participate. My initials are A.b,♉,🌻💀👾🥀✨.

Things I am learning to love about me:-

1) being confident= by not caring what other would think of me

2) being enough for myself= telling myself I don't need anyone's company to comfort me

3) stage fear?= Embracing my talents and not hiding them from world

My goal is success and comeback on those who looked down at me

Hi AB,

Thank you so much for participating in my new ask game.

I'm really happy that you are working hard on learning to love yourself, especially in working hard to be more confident, feeling that you're enough and your stage fright.

Just remember to pace yourself and don't force yourself to change just to see results. You don't have to hate the process in order to be better. Particularly, I feel it's best for you to choose the path of least resistance when it comes to wanting to love yourself. Either that or find a way or strategize that will help achieve your goals in a way that you'll love the process/journey.

I actually know those two songs! I've been obsessed with Faouzia for weeks now! Also, nothing beats the classic symphony!

I hope and pray that you achieve the success you wish; remember, you're doing this for yourself, not for others.

These are the cards I pulled out for you: 10 of Swords, King of Wands, 7 of Cups

7 of Cups: choices, searching for purpose, illusion, fantasy, daydreaming, wishful thinking, indecision

The first card feels more like a warning, to not burn yourself out just to achieve your goals. It's like, it's okay to be passionate with wanting to achieve your dreams. What's not right is to do so at the expense of your overall well being, particularly your sanity.

There's also this soft message of avoiding self-betrayal due to choosing external validation at the price of your inner peace. It seems that the cards picked up that you might have a tendency to let people abuse your kindness, who mistake this noble quality of yours as mere dispensable resource that predators have easy access to. Better protect your energy, especially your well being for people who benefitted from your lack of boundaries.

The next card suggests that you take charge of your destiny. This feels more of you taking accountability and responsibility over your life. Don't let people dictate how you live your life. Don't let yourself be influenced by others to do their bidding. Don't ever do things that would be your demise.

This card is asking you to take control of your own life. Don't live out another person's dream. Live your life the way you want to. Not how others want you to live.

The last card is asking you to make a decision and lay out your game plan, think of your 10 yr life plan and strategize actionable steps to it. Don't be indecisive or be stuck in the delusion of a shiny dream. Don't fall for the shiny syndrome because not all that glitters is gold. Crumpled tin foils shine light too, but that don't mean they're worth reselling. Don't just dream big, act on that and make a list of actionable steps to make into your reality.

This is as far as I could interpret for your reading. Thank you so much for being my participant!

Feel free to tip me in my Buy me a Coffee account (to show support) ahehe [Not required, but most grateful if you did]~ (This reading is for entertainment purposes only)