#i crave more monkes

[remeddi-arts]

Been lurking around the lmk fandom lately, this one's for you guys

[dreamersneverlose]

Okay no you know what? I’ve held my tongue on this for long enough (everyone in my life knows my opinion on this topic) - I have a very deep beef with chain restaurants changing their soft pretzels as if that isn’t a direct personal attack against me, specifically. First it was Applebees beer cheese and pub pretzels like 5 years ago. They used to look like this:

Long, skinny, look like they’d be dry as fuck but they were soft on the inside with a delightfully crisp exterior and the beer cheese was DIVINE. This is what they replaced it with:

This switch happened around the same time Applebees added breadsticks w/ Alfredo dipping sauce to their list of appetizers. When I tell you that these things are just straight up the breadsticks with a spray tan. I’m not sure if the breadstick flavor made the beer cheese taste like Alfredo, if they mistakenly gave me Alfredo sauce, or if they straight up replaced the beer cheese with Alfredo sauce. I can tell you that I tried it at two different locations (hoping the second would have the old ones) and then swore off Applebees forever.

But you wanna know a recent, even more heinous soft pretzel betrayal? Monk’s Bar & Grill. I don’t think I’ll even have to explain this one. Here’s the old pretzel option:

And here’s what they replaced it with:

They don’t even salt these bland, dry, cheap bites. Monks, how could you?

I hope Culver’s doesn’t get any wise ideas from these chumps.

[shadykazama]

Sun Wukong/The destined one (mostly relationship) headcanons!

The people have spoken and the people crave monkey business. So let's get down to it!

❤

Post journey Wukong is a wiser, stronger monkey, but don't let him fool you he's still a trickster at heart.

When you first meet, he has you refer to him as 'Great Sage'.

Earning the right to say his given name isn't so much a big moment as it is just him beginning to care for you. You slip up, whether it be because you were sick or injured or just not thinking, and he doesn't correct you. In fact he kind of likes it.

He doesn't make a big deal out of it, but if you watch closely you can see his tail twitch and his eyes lost in thought.

One character flaw you'll have to deal with, even when you're just friends, is Wukong thinks he knows what's best. He's old and wisened and POWERFUL; if he thinks he knows something will be best for you, he'll do it without so much as telling you.

Credit to Hanibalistic! Their one shot about Wukong and stealing an immortal peach for a mortal reader was perfect and exactly how I think he'd act! That impulsive, "I care about this person and will do what I think is best for them regardless of the consequences or their opinion" is very... him.

Hey, we all have our flaws. (Just don't tell him that.)

On the positive side, he wouldn't let a scratch befall you. At some point you'll stop instinctually defending yourself because of how safe you feel with him. Which is heavily ironic considering how often he himself will put you in dangerous situations just to pull a prank.

But besides your poor heart from getting scared so often, you have nothing to worry about. Wukong won't leave room for even one mistake to slip by him.

Expect him to never call you by your name, almost ever. He chronically tends to call people by titles or nicknames. From calling the tang monk, master, or how he'd call Bajie 'idiot' for most of the book- just expect something. He'd only refer to you by name if he were really serious.

Something I personally find really funny that isn't represented in many medias with him is that he's OLD. He's old as hell and he knows it. In the book he'll often refer to basically everyone as 'nephew' or 'little brother' which is oddly endearing and also really funny.

I feel as though most people don't utilize how heavy he is- even in movies and stuff. His staff is like thousands of pounds! You aren't moving him unless he wants you to. God forbid you end up cuddling. Even while resting I never think he'd put his full weight on you, but you'd definitely be stuck.

Will never refuse to help you, but will tease you endlessly for needing it. "Helpless little thing aren't you?"

His love language is gift giving and acts of service.

He's impulsive with words, but look at how he treats you and you'll see how he cares.

Considering his connections, expect to have the world at your fingertips. He'll never leave you wanting, you'll always be satisfied. There is no gift beyond his reach. Just be careful what you ask for, because he WILL get it one way or another.

He is a king, a leader- it's basically second nature to be serviced, and that's why it's so important how he acts toward you. For you, he stays vigilant, ready to catch you if you fall or feed you when you're hungry. For you, he'll carry you in his arms if you're tired. For you he'd put himself in servitude.

Monkeys also show affection to one another by grabbing at each other for attention, and grooming one another's hair.

I don't think he'd have any trouble getting your attention, he's very vocal! So he'd focus more on your hair. Don't be surprised if he randomly starts combing through with his fingers or just playing with it. It's calming for him, and another form of affection.

You've changed him for the better... And for the worse. He happier, more content and occupied (which is good for everyone). BUT, should you ever disappear or get stolen from him he would surely devastate heaven and earth to get you back. The last thing anyone needs is another, more wrathful, Wukong rampage.

Expect to get shown off at every convenience! You're his king/queen and he'll make sure everyone knows it.

You have the BIGGEST wedding. And I think the best part would've been the Chuangmen, which is a wedding game tradition, usually meant for the groom to prove his loyalty, devotion, and desire to marry the bride by completing tests made by her bridesmaids. There are a ton of really interesting Chinese wedding traditions that I would recommend reading about, but with the sheer power of Wukong, these challenges in particular could've been absolutely ridiculous!

Wukong isn't jealous, no that would be ridiculous, he has nothing to fear. That by no means doesn't mean that he doesn't get offended on your behalf. He's gotten upset at not being greeted properly, there's no way in HELL he doesn't get pissed if someone were to flirt with you. They're lucky if all he does is kill them.

Feel free to make fun of him for not being able to swim. He'll absolutely make you regret it, but do it anyway it'll be funny.

Am I the only one that thinks he'd be great with kids? 🤚

Like COME ON- the dude probably helps take care of the baby monkeys on his mountain. He tells them cool stories to get them riled up. Will lay down and let them play with his hair while you read or sing to him.

Give this man kids I dare you.

That's a topic for a different post 😌

Likes kissing you on the top of the head, will also lay his forehead against yours just to be close to you.

These two designs I really like for him! Y'all let me know in the comments which version is your favorite <3

💙

The destined one may look like Wukong, but they're certainly different in... most areas.

Being selectively mute makes things a good share more difficult to communicate with him than Wukong, but it has it's charms.

You'd just been... tagging along with him. He didn't mind, unlike the wolves and undead he'd been beating through, you proved no threat to him.

He figured you would just leave on your own- or die. But by some miracle even he didn't understand, you stuck by him through rain and dust storms alike. By the time you made it to the New West he felt obligated to keep you around.

For the first time since you started following him, you were actually in danger. And to both of your surprises, he dropped what he was doing to protect you.

Don't bother asking him why. Whether you do, or simply tell him thank you, he'll just wave you off. But you notice him walking closer to you than normal after that. No longer were you left to catch up with him while he sprinted off; he'd keep stride with you now, glancing at you every now and then.

He CAN talk, and he probably surprises you the first time he does. It's not even for something important. It's just one fateful night where you happen to decide to mess with his hair. You'd pull away after a moment and he'd rumble out a little, "Don't stop."

Now that you KNOW he can talk, it's even more annoying when he refuses to answer you.

He finds it amusing when you get frustrated with him about it. He can't help it. The whole time you're grumbling or ranting at him, he's just staring at you with his stoic face... thinking about how cute you are.

Feel free to give him a name. Not like he'll argue with whatever you pick-

But really, please call him something other than "the destined one". He'd never really needed a name before, but he'd treasure whatever you decide to call him.

He probably has a nickname for you too, he just only says it in his head...

Will click his tongue at you to get your attention. (Absolutely does the 'tsk tsk tsk' thing people do to call their cats)

Speaking of getting your attention- ^ remember how monkeys show affection by just kind of grabbing each other and squeezing and pressing their head against each other?

Yeeeeah. He's a touchy monkey. He won't ask for affection, so he kind of just does it himself. Will rub his head on you, not unlike how cats or rabbits do to mark things they like. Except he's just doing it to be affectionate.

Gets cuteness aggression and WILL just grab you.

If it wasn't obvious, his love languages are physical touch and quality time.

Doesn't need help putting armor on, but if you want to help he won't stop you. (The closeness makes his heart beat fast)

If you were ever both in a bad spot- being threatened and not in a place to put up a good fight, he'd cover your body with his and bare his fangs at whatever was trying to hurt you guys to intimidate it. (It probably wouldn't work- but it's an instinctual response.)

If your feet got cold in the snow in the New West he'd pick you up and let you rest on his back for awhile.

Likes when you rely on him like that, it makes him feel stronger. And besides it just "being his destiny", knowing you'll get hurt if he loses helps him focus during fights.

Terribly jealous individual.

The glare he would give someone is straight up deadly. Watch out for how his tail flicks around when he's irritated too 🤭.

Absolutely adores the sound of your voice, it could bring him out of a coma fr.

Doesn't mind being little or big spoon, he just likes cuddling. Wraps his tail around you when you do.

Always always makes sure you eat before he does, even though he's the one doing all the fighting.

Will let you win play fights (most of the time).

Hearing him laugh is the cutest thing ever I swear- It probably took you off guard the first time you manage it.

Doesn't know how to take compliments.

Probably short circuited the first time you complimented his appearance.

Very gentle, slow kisser. Likes having you in his lap, but will grab cheeky kisses every now and then too. Will tilt your chin up when you kiss, every time.

Art by @marcu-bug

[esthercore]

Fucking The Enemy Kafka x Gn!Reader x Blade

Yes, you fucked up, sleeping with them but that was before Kafka showed up in the express and you learned they were 'The Stellaron Hunters'. And it was a one time thing only, it's been months since you last saw them! They were a mistake you won't repeat again!!

Butttt the two have other plans, having leisure amount of time to play with you, getting giddy as the crew landed on XianZhou Loufu, their little toy looking so pretty, even after months since they last saw you, still delicious as ever.

So while one stir up the fate of Loufu, taunting, challenging, and threatening, and whatever's in their script; the other made sure you were reminded how much you body likes them.

Kafka's approach is sly, greeting you with a surprise hug from the back as you were about to head to your hotel room to go rest for the night, her arms, wrapped around your chest, head resting languorously on your shoulder.

"Pretty thing how i missed you" she said in her laid back hypnotizing voice, one of her hand now starting to grope you chest, brushing her hand against it gently, "Let's cuddle tonight just like the last time, shall we?"

And of course you weren't able to say no

Pressed in against your back under the cover, all smug and happy, Kafka made a show of teasing you, edging you, hands lingering near your crotch, as you desperately try to hold in your moans, calling her a names, only for her to shut you up with a kiss on your lips, raising your heartbeat to a concerning level. So so desperate you were for more, only to fall asleep, whining and begging for some love. Desperately trying to hump her leg, only to recive a pat on head. Tease!!

You were so tempting and she really craved you too wanting to do nothing more than make you moan and scream her name till you pass out, and then some more, but Kafka had a patience and selflessness of a monk, and she knew how to keep her doll around more than some sloppy seconds. Plus, her dear partner in crime wasn't the kindest man, and she wanted you to be the best little whore for him, just for your own sake, can't get get big scary man too riled up for the first day, that just scare you off.

And hence next day you were even more frustrated, waking up in an empty bed with a warmness pooling in your pants already. Rude!

Walking around with express crew as Tingyun guided was annoying, you couldn't even focus for a bit, so it felt like salvation when you felt once again an arm wrapping around your shoulders, except this arm was heavier, and uncomfortably close to your neck.

Turning back and meeting that fiery gaze once again after that one night made your core heat up again, you yourself scrawling around in alleyway, spreading your legs apart, presenting your holes to Blade. Much to his pleasure already all needy and compliant, since he neither was convincing nor someone 'seductive' like Kafka, walking up to you with no plan in mind.

All he knew was that he's satisfied as he guides your arms around his neck, holding you up from your knees, your chests pressed together, hearts beating in symphony, as you let out a yelp.

Pretty pretty.

artist: dzai_suki on ig If people like this one I would like to dwell more on this dynamic!!

[newkatzkafe2023]

So I just saw the one about the monkey kings having sex with us. What happens when we give birth to like an army of cubs? Would they still want more or would they say that’s enough. Only for mating season to make it happen all over again.

XD

When will they learn that Their actions have consequences🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(LMK Wukong) You have been very sick lately and threw up a ton, and Wukong is already worried about you. He, Mk, and the rest convinced you to go to the doctor. When you agreed and went to the hospital, you came back. Hours later, you came home looking stunned, and had shocking news for everyone and you told Wukong and everyone else that you were pregnant. Which Need everybody lose their minds and celebrate and Mei was quick to throw you a baby shower, but over the months you were huge, which concerned him again. Then the doctor said that you had quite a few cubs in your stomach. Wukong was excited until he saw how many you pop out. 69, 69 CUBS and all girls!!!!!! Wukong was shocked and felt his soul leave his body he didn't want anymore after that but with Mating season came 69 more cubs this time boys. Wukong paled further but kelp a smile on his face.

(HIB Wukong) knows damn well what he just did. He rocked you world so hard last time and he doesn't regret it at all. Well at first it was but then came the downsides, the throwing up, the late night food cravings, the mood swings, and god knows whatever else he and you have to deal with. It's all worth it though looking at you grow, and grow? And GROW?! Wukong was perplexed at your bump size maybe your gonna have big cubs. Him and Pigsy took you to the doctor and the doctor told them that it seems you have alot of cubs like alot of cubs. Wukong was excited then he saw how many daughters and Luier and Silly girl were happy to meet their sisters. Wukong kissed you so happy to meet his little girls, then he saw how domestic and motherly you were to them. He knew immediately that he wanted more and one mating season later you had a bunch of sons.

(NR Wukong) With how freaky you guys were, something clearly was gonna happen. Now you're looking at your positive pregnancy test trying to figure out how to tell him. Wukong was worried about you, and thought maybe you were upset with him but then you went and told him the truth and he was Ecstatic of this!!!!!! The Li and Su had a baby shower for us, after that you guys got to the doctor learning that you guys were having a bunch of cubs that he felt his fur got pale and he passed out before Li caught him. When the cubs were born they had got their chaos gene and they were girls, he figured they would be calmer but with him as a father that wasn't possible. So he Restrain himself and used protection for once to avoid more surprises until Mating season Came to be. It was way more intense than last Year, you guys got so kinky that it was super easy for him to knock you up all over again this time he was surprised to see an army of boys this time. Wukong Tried so hard to control himself but you were just so hot it was a lost cause.

(MKR Wukong) You were at a loss, you had no idea how to tell your husband about the new cubs in your tummy. And during the journey you gained a lot of weight and ate more than Wukong did. When the monk went to the pilgrims to a clinic to look over the group because we got into a fight with some demons, but then they found out about something crucial. You were pregnant! Of course, the men lost their minds, and the monk scolded you both learned that the cubs were healthy. The mouths later you gave him an army of girls which terrified the pilgrims, but Wukong was proud of you for the new additions that he was planning to do it again and that's exactly what happened new Mating season. This time you got a bunch of soldier boys😉

(Netflix Wukong) You'll be hesitant about telling Wukong about your news. You weren't sure how he would take it and how life's gonna be after that, but after secretly telling Lin, she gave you the courage to tell him. Wukong had surprised you he took the news way better than we thought, and he was Elated and Smothered you in kisses. Thanking you for the family you both are about too have. After multiple visits to the doctor, his jaw dropped at the large number that was inside you. Wukong had to sit down from the news as you were shocked as well, but at least you were lying down already. Months later you gave birth to his small army Wukong was already overwhelmed and decided that that all your daughters were enough. Until Mating season came back harder the last year And remembering how domestic and motherly you were to your cubs, he took you on the living room carpet and made you scream louder then before and months later you had even more cubs. This time an army of boys which made Wukong loose his soul all over again, That's what he gets for not, controlling himself.

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[raythegray]

Toritsuka HCs because I love him (+ a little ToriSai)

HC 1) Until he met Saiki, he was always unsure of whether or not his powers were real, since there was no way to prove he wasn’t just hallucinating. He tried not to think about it too much, though.

HC 2) Him constantly touching people actually did start as just wanting to check if they were real – the faces in his flashback were mostly like that because that’s how he sees himself. Like – he was a small child in those flashbacks 😭 his ass should NOT have known or been thinking about sex. Unless…

HC 3) He was exposed to porn at a young age. Due to being a little kid and having mostly interacted with ghosts (who are notoriously nice and trustworthy in this world) Toritsuka was an almost overly trustworthy person. So when the nice man in the hoodie asked him to follow him so he could see something cool, of course he’d say yes!

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…

Toritsuka hates men.

HC 4) His ability drove a wedge in his and his fathers relationship, and was one of the things that caused his dad to send him away. When he was younger, his dad always thought he was joking or had imaginary friends, so he didn’t bother to correct or scold him, sometimes pretending to talk to the ghosts too. But as he got older, Toritsuka didn’t drop it, and it started to bother his father. They were both Buddhists, and one of the main parts of Buddhism is the idea of reincarnation and karma, both of which would be disproven by the existence of ghosts. His father thought that Toritsuka was either crazy or making fun of him, and he told him so. Eventually he got sick of it and sent Toritsuka away.

HC 5) Toritsuka doesn’t know how to feel about religion. He was raised religious, always told that his actions would have eternal consequences, but his power told him otherwise. He respects the monks and appreciates all they’ve done, and he admires their way of life. But he can’t believe in it, and he doesn’t know what to do.

HC 6) He hates the ghosts just as much as he loves them. He loves how kind they are, but he hates that their existence tricked him into thinking everyone else would be the same. He loves the constant company, but hates the never ending noise.

HC 7) He both craves and despises silence. He’s never truly had a quiet moment (“nothing attracts ghosts more than a psychic” or whatever) so silence feels… wrong. Because the only time it’s quiet is when there aren’t any ghosts, and the only time there aren’t ghosts is because something bad is nearby. But he oh-so wishes for a quiet moment. A quiet moment where he knows he’s safe, knows that nothing bad will happen. He’ll never have that moment, he thinks.

HC 8) Him not being able to differentiate between people and ghosts bothers him a lot more than he lets on. We see it briefly when he thinks Nendo is a ghost and then freaks out when he isn’t, but not a lot after that. But yeah, I think that it actually kind of scares him. Like– what if he makes really good friends with someone, but then tries to give them a hug and BOOM! Ghost! Or worse yet, what if someone is following him but he doesn’t try and escape them because he thinks they’re a ghost (that hasn’t happened before, what? I don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s fine. He’s completely and totally fine). He also hates how hard it is for him to make friends because eventually he’ll slip up and they’ll think he’s crazy. The only people that don’t think he’s crazy are his fellow psy-kickers, but they all hate him.

HC 9) He masks all his bad thoughts about himself with perverted ones when he’s around Saiki. He doesn’t want Saiki to know those things. (‘Does it count as lying? I mean– it’s only fair, because I’m honest about everything else! And anyways, it’s only because it’s my personal thoughts. If he asked me directly instead of searching my brain, I’d be honest..! Probably… Maybe…)

HC 10) In contrast to the previous one, other than his insecurities and whatnot, he’s a very honest person. Maybe that’s why his eyes are so pure, because he doesn’t try to hide anything. He’s more likely to hide the good things about himself than the bad.

HC 11) Nothing he does is out of truly malicious intent, not even the perverted stuff. He genuinely just doesn’t see anything wrong with it. I think that in the (near) future, he’ll finally realize how shitty some of the stuff he does is and stop. Obviously I’m not trying to excuse or condone his actions, so please don’t say that. He’s clearly meant to be an over exaggeration of a horny teenage boy, so I think that like those teenage boys, he’ll be able to grow tf up and learn to be better (probably with the help of Aiura and Saiki).

HC 12) Aiura and Toritsuka are best friends. Not one sided best friends, best friends. You can rip this from my cold, dead hands, but you’ll have to cut my fingers off to do so.

HC 13) He low-key had a crush on Saiki when they first met and is now just a little teensy-weensy bit in love with him. That’s definitely not why he was jealous of Aiura or Akechi. Nope. (It’s okay, Saiki might be a itty-bitty bit in love with him too, but that’s for another time)

HC 14) He’s scared of being replaced. He thinks that nothing about him is special enough to really stand out or be irreplaceable. His power? Basic. His personality? Basic. His interests? Basic. That’s what he thinks, at least.

Guys I might like Toritsuka a little bit idk… (it’s becoming a problem this whole show is consuming my brain)

[healer-pop]

hii im here to add to ur ask night LOOL any personal ideas on how venture flirts? like what kind of stuff they say to get you going etc.

okok ok. bare with me but there is so much I want to get into here. there’s differences in Venture’s flirting style depending on a couple of things:

1.) your relationship to them

this is the biggest circumstance that changes most of their style, mainly because they are far too nervous to fuck up any possibility once they’ve gotten too attached, but if they just have a slight crush on you, it’ll be less obvious.

I’m talking about the difference between Venture knocking over everyone’s morning drink while trying to get you yours, stumbling over their words hopelessly, walking into a pit accidentally while talking to you, and just otherwise being a fool while head over heels in love with you, too scared to make a move or confession (especially if you’re a more reserved person!) because they appreciate your time and company more than any romantic motives they might have, even though it’s completely obvious to everyone not the two of you AND being such a goof ball you just have the absolute unbearable urge to kiss their flushed cheeks, even platonically, having inside jokes with you that make you laugh so hard your ribs hurt for days, always knowing your favorite of everything, bursting out dancing with them when some sort of goofy song starts on their playlist, and them inviting you to watch the stars with them.

they’re not mutually exclusive, one can edge into the other easily, but Venture sometimes has a problem catching up with their own emotions when they’re so focused on archeology first and everything else second. it tends to be the latter one first which progresses into the other one, but it can seriously go either way. but either way, they aren’t outright flirting with you because they just don’t seem to be that type *cough, cough* wORKAHOLIC. unless Tracer and D.Va are having a best pickup line competition, then you’ll see a bit more of their witty, smoother side. But again, it’s not serious, until…

you get into a relationship with them

this is where Venture absolutely thrives. and this isn’t a second section because this is dependent on what your status to them is. your partner flirts with you in so many different ways, it’s almost hard to keep track of. they are so loving that it’s seriously all encompassing. before I move on, I’ll just state that they are way more self-assured when your relationship status to them is clear and stable. at the beginning, they’ll be more mild, but as time goes on, they’ll get more openly affectionate to the point that it’s nearly impossible to tell you guys AREN’T together. it’s very ebb and flow, though, because Venture spends a ton of time in the field, and when you guys aren’t together, it tends to come over text/calls, which is obviously more private.

so going down the list:

Venture loves to use cheesy pick up lines on you!!! Humor is a major part of their personality and you’ll catch lines like “Are you a Shambali monk? Because you’re totally transcending my mind.” and “I would never bury our love in a coniferous forest, because the acidity of the soil would ruin any chance of preservation.” they don’t really care who’s around to hear as long as they’ve got you either giggling or hiding your face in embarrassment. definitely to the dismay of the other Wayfinders, lol. they’ll shout it across a field, down from a pit to hear their words of love echo back to you.

They will always carry your favorite snacks and drinks in their pack or pockets! Those cargo pants have huge pockets and Venture puts them to good use, by always having your favorites on hand, when you visit them at their excavation sites! It’s so sweet, and 100% done for your own happiness. They always manage to know just what you’re craving and have it nearby. It’s like a primal thing or something. Being able to always nourish your love.

PHYSICAL TOUCH!!!!!!! Venture is a super, duper touchy person when they are in a relationship with you. Not so much when it’s anyone else. Their compliments may always seem physical, but that’s because it’s their love language. Noticing how soft your hair looks, or how plush your lips are… it’s like a Freudian slip. They’re basically asking to kiss or pet you, whatever they mention at the time is on their mind. Later in the relationship, they’ll end up just doing what they want to do before it comes out, but hugging, kissing, or always having a hand on your waist is second nature to them. It’s also a huge turn on to them, when you reciprocate. Even brushing your hair through their hair has them pulling you off for a quick make-out session. They are completely shameless about your ruffled clothes and tangled hair. The hickies too. Those are like Venture’s personal touches on the masterpiece that is your body.

Finally, their texts and calls. when they aren’t by your side, they crave you. they crave your company and attention. expect flowery, overly emoji-ed, gushy texts, from them whenever they get a chance. prefers video calls so they can see your face. they blow up your phone at lunchtime and fall asleep with you on call.

WOW THIS GOT LONG LOL SORRY I AM SO PASSIONATE ABT MY CHEESY LOML

[shkika]

hi do you have any refs or designs for the canon slugcats? i know you've got one [a design] for saint but i'm curious about the others too

Here you go!

Random hcs for the designs:

-Gourmand during the gameplay is pregnant and the food list is just cravings. Because I think it's hilarious and after the campaign you get two pups <3

-A big part of me drawing these little beasts is making them look blank and animalistic. To make so Saint having his closed eyes kind of makes him look more self-aware and intelligent than the average is good! It goes well with my hc that he's SOS.

-Hunter I had a zombie in mind when designing. It's predicament reminds me of one and poor thing is probably terrifying to it's own kind.

-Artificer is malnourished and starved, because it doesn't properly take care of itself and uses it's energy to kill scavs with blind rage. Survival is important only, because if you live you get to kill more.

-Riv is probably a cryptid of some sort. A demon perhaps. Loves Moon lots.

-Nothing too notable of the siblings. Young small slugcats. I suppose I can share here that even though I don't think slugcats have genders, I call Survivor the sister and Monk the little brother, because it mirrors Moon and Pebbles! Also being mc does not instantly make you he/him, but that's salt for another day hehe hoho

-Spearmaster is the smallest which is true to the game actually! It's the lightest slugcat and is genetically modified heavily by Suns. By my headcanons Spears was a sickly dying pup that SRS saved and raised to deliver their message.

[quitealotofsodapop]

So in your Tiger Monk AU how many kittens does Sanzang end up having?

Was it an easy birth or were there complications?

How many sons and/or daughters?

What are their names?

Do any of his cat suitors (particularly Azure) try to court him by showing him that they can get along with and take care of his kittens?

Only to met with the kittens’ claws and Sanzang’s hissing (and that’s just when the other pilgrims aren’t around 🤣)

Do any of the demons that still try to eat Sanzang go after the kittens, thinking their flesh and blood will have the same effect as their baba’s (mama?) ?

And which of the pilgrims (and Macaque) ends up being the kittens’ favorite babysitter?

Prev.

While it would hilarious to torment our dear Monk with a large litter (Tigers sometimes get up to seven kittens/cubs at a time), odds are he ends up with the average 2-4 kittens.

Tripitaka takes to the "mother/mama" title more readily than the male counterparts. After all, if the Bodhisattva can be referred to in both male and female terms, why can't he?

His worst symptoms (in his opinion) is an overwhelming craving for organ meat. He finds it disgusting, but he needs that iron.

The only reason Tripitaka isn't swamped by suitors like before is because they're all afraid of whom was able to father the Great Monk's young (i.e. himself via river magic).

Tripitaka only choses two names at first, A boy and girl, telling his disciples that they can choose any extras when the time comes. He wants to honour his parents, Chen Guangrui (陳光蕊) and Yin Wenjiao (殷溫嬌), whom he nor his children will ever truly know, so he ensures both names contain a character from each.

Wēnhòu/温厚 - "good natured, warm and generous". Wukong got confused after hearing this name since it sounded like "tender monkey". That was unintentional, but Wukong excitedly thought the second character was to honour him, and Tripitaka was too tired to change it

Bōguāng/波光 - "reflection of sunlight on waves". A very pretty name. Ao Lie started laughing when he heard it and wouldn't tell Tripitaka why until the gang encountered Prince Mo'ang. "Master is naming his first born son Boguang!" Now all the dragons think Tripitaka did it as a sign of good faith to dragon kind.

Tripitaka has no delusions on the matter; he is male from birth, and the only reason he knows he can survive this mystical pregnancy is 1: A Demon's natural ability to shapeshift, 2: His increased healing ability, 3: Surprising reassurance from the Six Eared Macaque of all people.

(*the Pilgrims have set up camp for the night, all asleep save for a certain monk. Tripitaka is praying, still unfathomably worried about his and his child's health.*) Macaque, manifesting from the shadows: "Cut the mopping, fluffy. I can hear it from across the valley." Tripitaka, eyes fixed on the fire: "I'm sorry..." Macaque, sighs and groans: "My ears... aren't just for show you know. They don't just hear the Now, but also the Past, and Future. It's all in the wind." Tripitaka: "That's a marvellous ability to possess. But I fail to see how it will help-" Macaque: "You're going to be fine. You and your kids. Thats what I've heard." Tripitaka: (*surprised but secretly ecstatic with the news. Rubs hand on stomach where a lot of kicking it happening*) Tripitaka, warm smile: "Thank you, Liu'er Mihou. You've put a great worry of mine to rest." Macaque, acting nonchalant: "Whatever. Just don't want to be kept up all night by your panicking. There's three by the way." Tripitaka: "...wait, THREE!?!" Macaque, evil smile: "Enjoy!" (*shadow portals away*)

The cubs likely only arrive after some years (demonic pregnancy and all), and whilst it would be nice and clean for them to only arrive after the gang completes their Journey...

Imagine the utter chaos that would occur if the Great Monk's children decided to be born at Lion Camel Ridge? >:3

The Pilgrims and the Brotherhood are arguing, causing a huge fuss when Tripitaka, like a character in a Victorian romance novel, faints upon the nearest surface.

Guanyin teleports on scene and tells everyone to STFU - baby Golden Cicadas are in-bound!

The process is long and tiring, but doesn't have many complications. The main issue is trying to keep the parent awake - Tripitaka depleting all his energy to bring his children into the world.

Wenhou/温厚 (First Born): A feisty little girl. Is out kicking and hissing before her eyes even open. Has more prominent white markings than orange or black. A right diva/princess of a kitten, if something doesn't go her way, she lets everyone know about it. Bajie can't say no to his baby niece, and spoils her rotten despite Tripitaka's objections.

Boguang/波光 (Second Born): A confused little panther (black-furred tiger) who immediately gets into an argument with his older sister when she kicks him. Mostly chill but quick to sibling-on-sibling violence. Most mischievous. Loves hiding in people's hair, and due to blending in and causing his family to panic searching for him; his fave is Macaque (the feeling is mutual).

Tangzǐ/唐子/"Little Tang/Tangy" (Third Born): The runt of the litter. Tangzi took a much longer time to arrive than his siblings and even longer to start crying, worrying his family immensely. Guanyin even stepped in to rub the baby's chest until they got a solid angry "Mew!" from him. Eventually though, he's heartily eating and has as much hunting instinct as a sheep. Loves his Uncle/Big Brother Wukong the most-

HEY WAIT A MINUTE:

When did he get here!?

But yeah, 3rd babu is LMK Tang. All lazy and hungry and giving the big kitten eyes to get what he wants. He's named "Tangzi" as a joke to how much he looks like his mama + a pun on how much he exaggerates things like his hunger or how big that bug he saw was.

Tripitaka sighs tiredly. He never thought he could love someone so much until he met his cubs. He instinctually grooms them clean as a mother tiger would, and only allows his closest companions near enough to see them.

In drafting these Tripitaka river-kiddos I realised I accidentally did something XD

As for suitors and those who'd wish the kittens harm - it will be certainly a task to get anywhere close to them with not only their protective mama tiger nearby, but also their vigilant uncles!

If a demon ever actually managed to harm one of the babies to try and consume their divine energy - Guanyin themselves would step in and tear them limb from limb.

The gang are forced to stay at Lion Camel Ridge a little longer than planned. The demon populace are surprisingly accepting, and even joyous by the Great Monk's situation! One "of their own" is going to make it up the ranks of Western Heaven, and has produced healthy cubs that not even the Buddha can deny the preciousness of!

Azure attempts to greet the kittens personally shortly after the birth, only to get three tiny swipes at his nose, followed by a much larger one from Tripitaka himself. He's more in love than he could ever be.

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 20

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: No End And No Beginning

Notes: I am glad it isn't chapter 21 that I have to post on my bday lmao 🫣

Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter:  20/47

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After spending quite some time reading in your Mother’s journal, you became inspired to write in your own. It was already getting dark outside when you went and fished the ink and quill out from the wooden chest and put them on the ground near your cot. He never locked the chest anymore, hiding nothing from you. And of course you were tempted to look around in the chest a little more, finding nothing more than clothes, books and some basic necessities. The only secrets he kept must have been the ones inside his head. The clothes were put in the chest far from neatly, or perhaps he simply had no time to be careful when going through them when they were folded. It bothered you a bit and to pass the time, you knelt down in front of the chest and started to fold them, and by folding them more space became available for other items in the chest. At the second to last undershirt, you could feel your Fey instinct kick in stronger than it had ever before. His scent on the clothes was clouding your senses and you slowly lifted the shirt up to your nose. How could he smell this good? The instinct to keep inhaling his scent was tremendously strong.

“Gods…” you murmured against the fabric of it.

Maybe it was because of his Ash Folk blood, maybe you were going mad. And the voices of the Hidden in your ears were of no help, they seemed to encourage this odd behavior. You heard something behind you and quickly looked over your shoulder. There he stood, and for who knows how long he had been standing there watching you sniff his shirt. You could not have reacted more guilty when you dropped the shirt in the chest and tried to scramble up to your feet but ended up falling over on hands and knees instead. You gave up trying and plopped your behind down on the carpet floor.

In his eyes was a mixture of amusement, curiosity and quiet fascination. “What are you doing?”

You really wished he hadn’t asked. “I folded your clothes.”

He knew that you knew what he had been asking about. His eyes remained locked on you, watching you sit on the ground like a child caught in the midst of mischief. You tried to look at anything else but his face but felt his intense gaze on you nonetheless. This was embarrassing, and he clearly enjoyed seeing you flustered over it. When he slowly approached, you held your breath. He offered you his hand to help you up from the ground and you timidly accepted it.

For a moment longer he looked at you, a slight smile growing on his lips. “It is difficult, is it not? To ignore a scent that causes that pleasant sensation to run from your nose through your whole body. Similar to eating a meal that was craved for months.”

His explanation fitted your experience so well, but this also meant that he knew very well that his scent was causing you to experience it. You felt your face grow too warm under his curious gaze. His hand was wrapped around your lower arm, thumb slowly stroking over the sleeve of your jacket. Your eyes fell on his lips, tempted to find out what they would feel like against your own. It could change everything, it could ruin everything. He lived by the vow and if you would kiss him you knew it could upset him, what if he sought out the scourge because of it? It was not your decision to make, you had to respect the vow he upheld. You placed a hand over the one he had on your arm and let your gaze fall to the floor.

“Take off your jacket.” he suddenly said.

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He nodded down at it. “Your jacket, take it off.”

He took a small step back and held out his hand for it. You send him a questioning look while taking the jacket off and handing it to him.

A vague hint of the Sky Folk scent disturbed his nostrils. He had caught that scent before, but now it was so nearby that it had startled him.

He patted down the jacket and found the small pouch in the pocket.

“What is this?” He sought an explanation.

“Willow bark.” You took it from his hand and opened it for him to see, though you wondered if he could perhaps identify it by the scent already. “I found a sack under my cot, Gareth left it there for me to find.”

Realization hit him hard. “He was in the camp.” He grew more urgent. “Did he leave anything else for you?”

“Just a note.” you said.

He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it.

“You want to see the note.” you stated what was so obvious to see.

He seemed reluctant to say it out loud. You took the sack from under the cot again and took out the piece of parchment.

You put it right into his hand. “So you know you can trust me.”

He did not fold it open, just looked down at it. Then he held it out for you to take. “I need no proof to trust you.”

You flashed a cheeky grin. “Just read it. You know you want to.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, making you steal the note from his fingers.

“I’ll read it to you.” You took a large step away from him and unfolded the note. “Dear-” you pointed at yourself, “Every time I send you a note, your husband appears to be affected by it. Perhaps he should be a little less worried that you’ll run off with me and-”

The Monk was quick to catch up on the teasing and snatched that note from your fingers while you could barely hold in your soft laughter. He mumbled something under his breath, hesitated, then took a peek at the note.

He folded it again and tried to send you a scolding look, it failed miserably when he saw you grin back at him. “One might believe you enjoy receiving these notes.”

It slipped out of you, “Still worried I have an admirer?”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head slightly. “He clearly is. He cannot seem to stay away.” He gave you back the note. “I hope one day I will be able to explain to him how inappropriate it is.”

You hummed cheekily.

He knew you were on the verge of teasing him again. “We can wait here and see if he will come to visit you, or we can go out and practise the sword as you requested.”

It was an easy decision to make. “I’d prefer the practise.”

He put the note back in that sack and hid them in the wooden chest instead. Then he put the small pouch back in the pocket of your jacket and approached you with it. It dawned on you that he wanted to help you put the jacket back on and you eagerly let him.

Why did it bother him so to notice the man’s scent on you? It was ridiculous.

He took hold of your lower arm and led you out of the tent. “I have an idea to test your skill. Come.”

The Monk scanned over the area, searching for something. Finally he found what he was looking for in the form of a young looking paladin. “Brother Adam. I need your assistance. Follow us.”

You frowned at the Monk, he ignored it and proceeded to lead you and the paladin just out of the camp.

He turned to the paladin. “You are to test how well she can defend herself against you. But do not wound her.”

“With my sword?” The paladin blurted out his confused thought.

The Monk stared at him for a blink. “Yes. This will not be a battle of fists.” Then he turned to you, handing you his longsword to use. “Brother Adam has not been with us long, defend yourself against his attack. This spar stops the instant I tell it to stop. Understood?

He looked to you and the paladin expectantly and you gave a nod in agreement. Then he stepped back, clearing the way for the spar to begin. “No bloodshed.”

“Yes, Sir.” Brother Adam was already starting to sweat under the watchful eyes of the Monk.

With the given permission, you wasted no time to attack. Brother Adam had not expected you to be so enthusiastic with the task, he barely kept his footing when you lunged at his left side. The paladin looked at the Monk, questioning what he had been thrown into.

The Monk saw Brother Adam look. “If you can get her to the ground, I will see to it that you receive a reward.”

Oh? And what would your reward be if you got this paladin to the ground instead? The paladin grew more confident and struck your sword with his own so hard that you nearly dropped it. You fought to keep it in your hands and tried to push his sword away again when he locked his crossguard into yours to use his strength to try and push you down. What you didn’t expect was the paladin kicking the side of your lower leg to try and imbalance it, a pained yelp escaped you.

The Monk had taken a step forward, then halted. He tensed up but forced himself not to interfere.

You retaliated by hitting your forehead against Brother Adam’s face, something you had once seen Cassian do. It made you break apart from each other, both touching your own faces at the pain the attack had caused. You looked at the Monk who seemed rather impressed by your quick thinking. Then you saw his eyes flicker away, instinctively warning you of the impending danger. You moved to the side just in time to avoid being grabbed by the paladin, who then lunged at your side side with his sword in an attempt to disarm you. You blocked the sword with your own, caught his arm midway and jerked your knee up, it hit him in the lower abdomen and send him to his knees. He still tried to grab your leg, but you smacked his hand hard enough to make him regret even trying it.

The Monk ended the test. “That’s enough.”

It was fortunate for the paladin that he decided to end it, because you were contemplating on kicking his red brother in the face if he tried to grab you again. Brother Adam was frustrated by the defeat that even some of the other paladins had seen. With a simple tilt of his head, the Monk dismissed the paladin who was eager to leave the stares of his fellow red brothers.

The Monk took his sword back from your hands. “How is your head?”

“Scrambled. Again.” you deadpanned.

“Again?” he frowned.

You brought your voice down to a whisper, and touched your neck at the memory. “The one who tried to strangle me in the forest hit me to the ground beforehand.”

His eyes fell on the bruises on your neck. “Had I known, I would not have allowed this spar.”

The surge of adrenaline that victory offered was flowing through you. “But now I know that your lessons are helping me. It feels good!”

He noticed how you had carefully touched the bruises. “Do they hurt?”

Hearing him more concerned about your well-being instead of talking about the spar was something you still needed to get used to. “They’re just sore.”

He was aware of the stares of his red brothers and guided you away, back to his tent.

The second you entered that tent, you chatted away excitedly. “I got him to the ground! I can’t believe I did it! I thought he was going to slam me into the soil-”

He moved past you into the tent. “Where is your satchel?”

You dimmed down your excitement to answer him, “Under my cot. Why?”

He grabbed the satchel and found the nearly empty bowl of ointment inside of it. “Come here.” Once you were close enough to him, he made you take off your jacket and put it down on his cot. He took some ointment on his fingertips and reached for your neck, stopping when he saw the look in your eyes. “May I?”

You began to fidget with your sleeve a little. “Yes.”

He made you tilt your head to the side and applied the ointment on the bruised skin. “I know you can heal on your own, and that you are raised to suffer the pain, but it does not make it right. Let me carry your burdens, allow me to help.”

“Because you are my husband and consider it your duty?” you asked.

“No.” he said, swallowing hard. “Because I want to. I need you to be alright.”

You couldn’t form words anymore when he proceeded to caress along your neck with the knuckles of his fingers once he was content with the task of putting ointment on your bruises.

His voice was a mixture of gentle and fragile, “Do you understand?”

Deep down, you knew what he was trying to say without being able to say it. It could never be voiced, because of the vow, because of Father Carden…

Your eyes locked on his. “I understand.”

Relief fought with sorrow in his eyes, he forced them to the ground. “You sparred well.”

“Thank you.” You felt the shift in the atmosphere between you. “You promised Brother Adam a reward if he won. Will I get a reward?”

He gave a sympathetic look. “I cannot give you a sword.”

You pouted a little. “Some more ink that I can use?”

He gave a nod. “Very well.”

His put two fingers under your chin and lifted it just a little, looking once more at the bruises to see if all had been tended to. The silence that fell was loaded, he had withdrawn his hand but moved not an inch away. The both of you were trying to find something to say that could break the tension and release you from it’s hold.

You moved past him, grabbed your mother’s journal and sat down on his cot, patting the empty spot beside you to lure him. “Sit with me.”

A wave of nervousness washed from his shoulders down to his feet. Had he imagined it, or had your voice carried a certain sultriness meant to persuade him?

The Monk had lost his confident composure for a brief moment, he composed himself enough again to indulge your request. He sat down beside you and you skimmed through the pages of the journal for a little while, finally settling on a page with a passage you wanted to read out to him.

      ~“I smell the flowers far below my window outside, their scent offers me solace. I can smell my Little Ember as she sleeps in her cradle. Her marks may not be visible, but the scent of the Ash Folk is on her. It reminds me of home, of mother and father. And maybe, it reminds me of who I used to be before I was forced to forsake who I am.”~

      You let him read along and leaned closer, he was quiet and waited for you to continue reading to him instead.

      ~“I do not want her to grow up and be the last of her clan left. I have not found one of my kind since I fled the cleansings. This cannot be, it cannot be the end of us?”~

      A lump formed in your throat and you were quiet for a moment to regain the strength to read her thoughts out loud.

      ~“Our little ones, our little embers, meant to burn so strong. Their light extinguished before they could even begin. May the Hidden spare us from the Red Paladins.”~

      You closed the journal, keeping it on your lap.

“Please…” The Monk barely dared to ask.

You knew what was being asked and took a deep breath before going through the pages again, your eyes landed on a passage in the midst of the journal.

      ~“As a young child, I always envied how the marks of the Ash Men were always more pronounced than those of the women. While women only saw their marks occasionally, the men loved to flaunt with them, knowing that the rare marks were seen as beautiful by all Fey. Before I was wed, I was nearly tempted by a man with marks that ran up to his temple. How different life could have been…” ~

      When you wanted to close the journal again, he prevented it by quickly putting his hand between the pages.

“Wait. What does that say?” he looked at you pleadingly.

You opened it again and read.

    ~“His scent, I can still remember it. It still causes my heart to quicken. Had he not departed this life, I would not have been able to resist.”~

      You closed the journal quickly and rose to your feet. “I think I’ve invaded my mother’s thoughts enough for today.”

He stared up at you with the eyes of a boy being denied attention, leaving him confused and slightly disappointed. You sat down on your own cot, stuffing the journal under your pillow.

“Little Ember.” he whispered and successfully stole your attention back. “You know what this means.”

“What?” You were a nervous wreck.

A devious smile graced his lips. “Unfortunately, your markings will never be as vibrant as mine.”

He was fast enough to block your pillow with his arm when you tried to hit him with it after his jest.

“Oaf!” You tried to hit him a second time.

He blocked it again, and when you tried again his battle-ready side awoke. The last thing you expected was to find yourself on your back on the cot, the Monk pinning your hand down next to your head, the pillow had dropped from your fingers to the ground. He used his free arm to support himself on your cot, leaving your other arm free. The scent of him fell over you like a cloak and you prayed he could not read your eyes.

Arrogance dripped from his tone, “You believe you can defeat me?”

You matched his tone. “I could. But I will spare you the humiliation.”

He looked down at you with high curiosity. “How would you get free from me now? Would you reach for your dagger?”

In strength he outmatched you, but there were other ways. You thought out your plan aloud. “I would distract you.”

“How?”

“With ways that would pollute the vow you took.”

He swallowed hard. You were tempted, so very tempted, but you did not cross the line that he had so carefully kept into place.

After a calming breath through his nose, he found his voice again. “If you find it difficult to ignore a scent as a half-blood, imagine what it must be like for me.”

You knew he was referring to the moment he caught you sniffing his clothes. Your heart was racing at an unholy pace. “I am not forbidding you from smelling my clothes either.”

He took seat on the cot, leaning over you still and keeping you as you were. With how alert he often was, he must have noticed the change in your eyes, and it felt impossible to hide just what was going through your head with him keeping you pinned to the cot. Would he know that you were not as innocent as they all believed you to be? Would he see it as a problem?

His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing as if he was piecing a puzzle together. His hand moved from your wrist to your elbow to pull you into a seated position swiftly. Your chest bumped into his arm and he did nothing to create a more appropriate distance, on the contrary, he kept you against him.

He was rather surprised by how submissive you acted now. “I had believed to be struck the moment I held you down on this cot.”

It was hard to not let your eyes fall down to his lips when he had you so close. “I was too distracted to even consider it.”

His hand wandered down over your arm, then carefully slid into your open jacket to rest on your waist. When no objection came from you, he brushed his hand over your waist tentatively, it was both a soothing and attentive gesture. You placed a hand over his, stroking your fingers along it to let him known you were not against this. Your other hand reached up to touch his neck where the collar of his surcoat allowed it.

His gaze was fixed on your face, but then he closed his eyes and shallowly shook his head. “I am sorry.”

“What for?”

He shook his head again, a pained expression formed on his face, he didn’t dare to meet your eyes again and stood up from the cot.

You caught his hand before he could even think to dart out of the tent. “Lancelot.”

“I…” He took a deep breath. “I should not be doing this.”

Guilt and want were at war with each other inside of him. One often gaining the upper hand against the other, only to be taken down again. Being near you made it so simple to forget the reality around him.

He stepped away, you let him go. He took off his cloak and dressed down to his undershirt in silence. You took your jacket off and put it on the foot of your cot, believing that he needed some time to collect himself. And when you covered yourself with your blanket, he came to sit down on his cot opposite of yours.

He cleared his throat. “If we were not wed, if Father had allowed you to choose, would you have-”

“Yes.” You knew what he was asking. “Knowing what I know now, I would have agreed to this marriage. Even though you uphold the vow you took, even though it will never be a marriage as others know it. Because I believe that this was the only way for me to know you, the only excuse to get close to you. And you’re worth it.”

The intensity of his eyes set your soul aflame, he truly had not expected the answer. He stretched his leg, hooking his foot under your cot and moving it closer to him that way. When it was close enough for him to reach, he leaned over and pulled it with his hand the rest of the way. You understood the intention behind it, and with one shared look you both stood up and moved the two cots against each other.

You stood next to him, looking down nervously at the make-shift bed. “What does the vow say about this?”

He was just as nervous, a timid boyish smile formed on his lips. “Considering we are wed, I believe some liberties are allowed?”

Your eyes squinted at him. “Liberties?”

There was a crack in his voice whilst he spoke, “We have slept like this before. Sleeping is not a sin.”

This was quite a liberty he was taking on the vow. And he had the worried look of a boy who was caught attempting mischief.

You flashed a shy smile at him, agreeing on the matter, “Sleeping is not a sin.”

When he did not move a muscle from uncertainty, you went and laid down on your cot again to make yourself comfortable for the night. “Should I expect advances to be made to me?”

Almost did you regret the tease, because he looked so innocent and flustered when he realized what you were asking. He always seemed to lose that confident demeanor the moment matters became personal like this. And somehow his reaction to it awakened the desire in you to lure him out of his shell.

He stammered the answer, “I would not impose myself-”

You stopped him before he caused himself anymore anxiety, “Lancelot. Come sleep.”

Your hands were trembling ever so little at the way he was looking at you, you had to look away. His cot was almost against the wall of the tent and he had to move between them carefully to lay down on it. While he chose to lay on his back, staring up at the top of the tent, you moved to lay on your side to look at him.

“Tell me, when you are not here, what is filling your days?” you wondered out loud.

He sighed at the thought. “Father has me searching for the Wolf-Blood Witch. She and her allies took over Gramaire, they slaughtered our Brothers.”

You hummed. “I would be lying if I said I was not impressed with her.”

He didn’t blame you for thinking that way. “Father is under pressure from the Pope, he has made his dismay known to me.”

“Carden is putting that pressure on you, I can tell.” You placed a hand on his arm. “Are you worried he will cast you away if you do not meet his expectations?”

A pause. “Yes.”

It didn’t seem likely. “He won’t. He knows there is no one like you.”

He shook his head. “He has you. And when he casts me away, he will keep you.”

It was a terrible realization. The thought that you would be alone in this was awful. “And the Pope won’t question Father Carden on that?”

He slowly turned his head to look at you. “Father lets his pride cloud his judgment at times, I fear when the time comes that he will not be bothered by the Pope’s disapproval.”

You let your gaze fall away, fixing it on his sleeve.

He guessed your trail of thought. “If such a thing were to happen, I would not leave you behind. I would do anything in my power to make it right again.”

You scooted closer, embracing his arm and resting your head on it a little. “And by ‘right’ you mean seek forgiveness from Father Carden…”

He had heard the pinch of disappointment. “There is no place for me other than this. This is what I was raised for.”

Father’s words often haunted him, spoken to him when he had been so young and frightened.

    ~“Remember, boy. I am your shelter. There is no place for you without me.”~

    There was no safety or certainty without the shelter he had been given. No place or future other than being at Father’s side. He was known across the land and enemies were longing to end his life.

You whispered to him, “It may be what you were raised for, but that doesn’t mean it is your destiny.”

He was quiet for a while as he looked up. You could only try and offer a helping hand, a listening ear, in the end it was still his choice whether or not he would accept them.

When the silence remained, you knew he preferred to end this conversation before it would keep him awake all night. “Goodnight, Lancelot.”

He turned his head again, his breath brushing over your forehead. “Goodnight.”

The warmth you felt in your chest told you that your attachment to the Ash Man had grown beyond the limit you had set for it. Your heart had let him in after being empty for so long, it’s fragile walls bound to crumble when you finally allowed yourself to accept that this could never be, not in the way you wanted it to. Even with that knowledge ruining your peaceful thoughts, you fell asleep holding his arm wrapped in yours. That little hope inside was more than you had felt in years, and it was worth holding on to.

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    Under the night’s sky, surrounded by the forest, he found himself standing in wait. Awaiting something, no, someone’s presence, willing them to come. The soft melody that was their voice called upon his name.

    ~“Lancelot?”~

    He turned towards the sound, eyes setting on your face. A dress nearly translucent swayed around your body with every taken step that closed the distance. A set of eyes that provided him endless transfixation. You came closer and closer, invading all his senses, and he let himself drown in the dream that was you. A touch to his chest, those gentle eyes pleading for his own. Your name fled his lips, a prayer, a plea.

    ~“My Lancelot…”~

    His head tilted into the touch of your hand to his cheek. He could not touch, could not let himself be tempted to force everything he had worked for into ruins.

    ~“Lancelot?”~

    Your touch trailed over his neck, he was drawn in closer, leaning in to receive what could damn his soul. He could not do this, he couldn’t, no matter how much he wanted to.

    ~“You want me…”~

    Your lips were so close, taunting his, he did not dare say a word. They were a siren’s call and his soul was willing to drown for them.

    ~“I will never want you the way you want me.”~

    The heavens came down upon him, suffocating his heart cruelly. His arms were pressed to his sides, his hands balled into fists. He wanted to close his eyes, to shut you out. He wanted to keep them open, to see those eyes that carried the marks of the Ash Folk underneath them. They were lighter, less defined then his own, and they were beautiful. Their lines ran over your cheeks, accentuating your eyes even though they did not need more to hold his attention.

    ~“You do want me, don’t you?”~

    You curved your body against his, grazing your fingers along his neck and into the back of his hair. Your lips touched his throat and must have felt it bop when he swallowed.

    ~“Tell me, Lancelot. Tell me what you want.”~

    Your lips were a beacon in the darkness, calling him. His hands had cradled your head and felt how you put yourself at their mercy. His nose grazed along yours. He wanted you with him, he told you while he barely withheld from committing sin.

  ~“So pious… so righteous.”~

    Something was wrong. Blood was dripping down on his boots. The dagger he had given you was lodged into his chest, your hand still wrapped around the pommel. He wanted you with him still.

    ~“A sinner. Damned.”~

    He sank to his knees into the puddle of blood. His vision darkened, yet you seemed to glow. He wanted you still.

    ~“Why?”~

    You held up your palms, small green flames came to life inside of them. He reached for you, he always reached for you.

    ~“My Dark Angel.”~

    It was how the Hidden called to him. Your voice had turned into their haunting whispers. Bleeding and on his knees, he reached out to stop you from fleeing into the darkness of the woods. You slipped from his hands, stolen by the darkness that swallowed him after.

    ~“Liar!”~

      Lancelot jolted awake, body shaking off the dream until his eyes set on the real part of it, you that still slept peacefully. He did not even inspect his chest to find a dagger lodged into it, all that mattered was that you had not vanished into the darkness. All that mattered was that you were still there. His conscience was tormenting him. Servitude forbade him from speaking the truth. He knew that once he did, you would see him as the monster that he was. And all of it in the name of duty…

His nightmares were perhaps better than the nightmare he lived.

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Midnight Challenge

Raiden x Female virgin!Reader

summary: 18 + content! Raiden requests you to join him to dinner after relinquishing in the victory of battle together. You both delved into each other's flirtations and push to see just how far the other is willing to go...

a/n: elder god Raiden(no specific game/media). light master/sub. i like my older men & Raiden supplies. def self indulgent huehuehue

You watched him with a soft expression as he took off his hat and breathed in the calm air. You both had teleported back to the Shaolin temple after completing a mission together, the tranquil and gentle atmosphere much more serene than the energy of the battle. The silence was a welcome contrast and he sighed, content.

Raiden turned to look at you when he felt the stare, his electric eyes shimmering gently. His expression was of calmness and peace, basking in the simplicity of the moment. You smiled gently when your gaze met. The sense of completion washed over him, the battle of the outside world forgotten.

" That was quite the battle. You faired pretty well, old man," you joked in kind, scanning him quickly for any prevalent injuries. You were pleased to find none.

"Yes, I've managed to hold my own." He chuckled softly. "I must commend you for your prowess in battle as well. You fought with remarkable skill and determination."

The praise caused your chest to flutter with pride, and you bowed in generosity. "Thank you, Lord Raiden."

"Enough with formalities. We've fought together on many occasions now, and I consider you a friend. I believe we've earned the right to address each other more casually." Raiden placed a warn hand on your shoulder to righten you.

"As you insist. The feeling runs mutual." You straightened to a stance again, sighing happily. "I feel every time I have the fate to fight alongside of you, it is never less than thrilling. The joy of accompanying a god to battle, I suppose. Thank you for being my unwilling inspiration to improve."

He offered a rare genuine smile. "You are an excellent warrior in your own right. I am happy to serve as your ally."

Your eyes twinkled in delight as a soft blush decorated your cheeks. You fought the urge to bow again, but instead took the initiative to walk beside of him through the temple, seemingly with out a destination. Your footfall echoed softly in the quiet surroundings, paired with the sound of distant monks training.

"There is something refreshing about this place," the god remarked after a break, taking in the aura. "It's still and peaceful, almost as if time has stopped moving." He paused, considering his next words. "Do you ever find the simplicity of this place to be… dull?"

You tilted your head, considering his words. You gazed to the scenery, watching as some leaves blew gently across the air, the grass shifting gracefully. "I suppose… I do. It can be rejuvenating when I need it to be., but perhaps I'm too used to the way of training so now I like things to be a bit more unexpected" Your stare found him again. "Pretty to look at, maybe not to spend continuous time in. Do you find it to be dull?"

Raiden's expression seemed to grow contemplative. "Alike you, it depends. Sometimes I find the tranquility of the temple to be a much needed respite, a chance to reflect and decompress. But other times, I feel that this place can be too peaceful, that I still crave the challenge of battle outside the walls of this place." He nodded toward some of the monk's practicing in the courtyard. "I admire the tenacity and commitment of the monks to the pursuit of peaceful meditation, but battle and conflict remain a central part of my life."

You hummed. "It seems we are not so different. It's a bit amusing to think about."

"I consider you a kindred spirit of sorts."

You willed your blush to go away as he spoke, hoping it wasn't as obvious as it had felt. If he noticed, he did not saying anything. "Knowing you on a personal level, it does seems our souls align in some way." Your voice trickled off for a moment, debating your wording. "I believe you know some of my past, but that isn't something I can say for many people. Our companionship is of high virtue to me."

"I know some of your past, but I would not dare to claim to know all of it. From what I do know, I see someone who's strong and resilient, someone with a good head on her shoulders. Your words and demeanor speak volumes of the type of person you are."

A sigh released from your lips, soaking in the warmth of his words. Perhaps, and you would never admit it, you stumbled just a bit. "I don't know if I would believe that years ago. Thank you. Sincerely."

Raiden noticed a vulnerability in you that you rarely showed. His electric eyes twinkled in the sunlight, pleased to know you trusted him enough to reveal it. "It is my pleasure, truly. I believe that you are the type of person who deserves to hear words of encouragement and appreciation."

He was thrumming strings along in your chest so easily, and he did't even know it. Your body buzzed, as if you had his power coursing through you instead.

You continued walking beside him, wanting to speak more but unsure of what. As you passed a fountain, you spoke. "I should probably shower some of the battle off me. Thank you for another successful battle, and putting up with my company afterwards."

"It was my pleasure to fight alongside of you as well." The god slowed to a stop, nearing the courtyard. He paused for a moment, gazing into your eyes with a certain look you couldn't quite place. "If you will indulge me, may I ask if you have any plans tonight? Perhaps you could join me for dinner?"

"Oh!" You were truly a master of words. "I don't have plans, actually. None. None at all!" Oh gods, just stop talking. "I'd love to join you."

"Wonderful." His expression lit with genuine delight, amusement hidden just below. "I expect you are eager to rid yourself of the battle grime, as well as to get some well earned downtime. I will await your return. Until then, please rest and recuperate."

"Until then," you confirmed. You waved to him as you departed to your bedroom, under the promise of later. As you rounded the corner, you couldn't help but let out a delighted giggle. Your heart pulsed, shy yet thrilled, and continued to your room.

Your well-anticipated shower proved to be more than needed as the warm water laxed your sore muscles. You did small chores around your room to distract your racing mind.

You weren't expecting much for how the dinner may go, uncertain if Raiden even felt any emotion that you did. But even if it was just to be platonic, you were delighted to have the opportunity.

The anticipation made the time go slow, but you were ecstatic when the time came to get ready. You decided not to go over the top to look nice, deciding on a more naturalistic approach. While your heart could fool itself, your mind wasn't set to believe that it was truly a date.

When finished, you returned down the familiar path to the fountain. Unsurprisingly, Raiden was there, his back to you. He turned when you heard you approach.

"Fancy seeing a thunder god here," you teased, stopping in front of him.

"How quickly the tide changes. I recall just a few hours ago, I was the one who asked you to dinner." His eyes glinted in humour as he observed you. You exuded a certain charm and allure that was almost captivating. "You certainly look stunning in this attire."

That caught you a bit off-guard. "Ah, well, thank you. It really isn't anything divine." But you appreciated the sincerity. "You look just as wonderful, as always."

He hadn't changed from his normal clothes unsurprisingly, but was without his hat. His headcap had remained on, and you were a bit disappointed at that.

Raiden smiled at the compliment. "You're too kind. Would you mind following me to the dining hall? I've prepared dinner for us tonight, and it would be a pleasure to share it with you."

"Of course. After you." You stood tall and followed after him, intrigued. As far as you knew, he didn't know your taste palette and that was making you a bit nervous.

Raiden led the way to the dining hall below the temple so you two could dine alone, the heavenly scent of food wafting in the air as you got close. Perhaps you were afraid for nothing. He opened the door for you, and followed inside. He directed you to a decorated table that was laid out with a multidude of delicious dishes, ranging from elegant desserts to spicy foods, and even meat dishes.

You were taken back by just how extravagant it all was, mouth watering from just looking at the savory foods. "Somehow, I had a feeling you wouldn't disappoint, Raiden." You chuckled as you sat across from him, eager as ever. He didn't need to know that wasn't all the truth, and his proud smile made you feel better about your white lie.

The dinner consisted of several savory courses, from a delectable soup to tender and flavorful appetizers, all in impeccable quality. The conversation was friendly and light, compensated around the time you savored the sweet spices. It was little conversation where it was more so talking about nothing, yet it was enticing. But more so, you were thrilled to discover that his ability to be a chef rivaled that of his to battle.

"I fear that no food is ever going to compare to this again."

Raiden smiled at the admiration and leaned back in his seat, pleased. "I'm glad to hear. I am always eager to experiment with new flavours."

"God of lightning, god of cooking on the side. It's almost unearthly how good it all is." Wait… The question posed in your head. You had to ask. "Wait - is it actually unearthly? Do you seriously use your lightning to cook?"

An amused huff of air puffed from his nose, seeming quite amused at how you seemed to believe your hypothesis before even his answer. "I did not, though that is an interesting thought. I was still once very much mortal and have learned to cook the same way any other mortal does."

You hummed, impressed. "I'm now enamored for your cooking. Please, if you ever feel like cooking, be sure to invite me again. I don't know if I'll be able to enjoy normal food again after this," you jested, taking another bite of food in proof. The flavour erupted over your tongue instantly.

"The offer goes both ways, you know," Raiden replied, his tone hinting and cheerful. "I would love to share my culinary with you whenever you want to join me for dinner. I would be interested in tasting your creations as well."

You met his eyes again, a twinge of hope tickling inside you. "I can't calim I'm the best cook, but I'm not so bad that I would kill you." You laughed and finished off the last bite of your food.

"I suppose I can overlook the occasional meal that fails to kill me." He softly laughed with you, a deep and uncommon thing. He continued to gaze over you as you finished the meal. He noticed that the shared gazes would linger a little bit too long. He did nothing to regulate it.

You enjoyed the mutual silence for a moment, but you were getting a bit too curious for your own good as you eyed his headwear. Your expression clearly showed your thought process, face scrunched as you considered asking.

"You seem to be debating on something." He watched closely, awaiting with a curious yet eager expression. "Do you wish to know something?"

"It's dumb." You answered slowly, but eventually laughed. "It's so dumb…. Buut, I was just curious what you keep hidden underneath that headcap, if you'll entertain me. I just thought about how long I've known you and have yet to see what you're hiding." You hoped that didn't sound rude. "Of course, it's completely fine if not. I didn't mean to sound forthright."

Raiden couldn't help but smile, eyes filled with amusement. It was an unexpected yet a charming enough request that his smiled enough for his teeth to show. You added that to a list of accomplishments. "You've piqued my curiosity. I'm always up for a bit of fun." You leaned forward in interest. "Perhaps I will entertain your request, perhaps not. You will have to wait and see."

Your mouth fell open. He did not. "You-" You barked a laugh in shock, but it soon bubbled into guffawing. You dipped your head back, truly amused. "You suck! So bad! I never expected you to be such a tease."

He laughed along with you, his amusement growing at the sight of your mirth. "What, a god isn't allowed to tease?" He voice was playful.

"Now I didn't say that; I just wasn't expecting it. You're always so serious." You leaned back into the chair, crossing your arms over your chests and gave him a once-over. "I'm starting to like discovering these hidden sides of you. You're actually quite entertaining."

Who knew, the god of thunder had a playful side. How unseen it must be.

"I find that there is a time and place for everything. I am not opposed to letting my guard down and having some casual fun from time to time."

"It's honestly fun to see. I consider you a good friend, so it's delightful to know you aren't always so stoic."

Raiden felt something move in his chest. What, he wasn't entirely sure but chose not to dwell on it. "The same goes for me. It is comforting to know that you enjoy my company once you got past my intimidating exterior."

"I figured it came with being a protector of Earthrealm. Can't have the enemies knowing you're a divine cook," you joked and you saw his lips quirk. "Though, it's funny; your brother is such a stark contrast to you."

His eyebrow quirked at the mention. "Fujin and I are similar in some ways, yet so much more different in others. The contrast is certainly engaging, to say the least."

"He says much of the same thing." You chuckled. "I talk to him quite often, when the time permits. He shares stories about the two of you when you were younger, it's endearing how he speaks of it. Also sickening. Though, he did tell me you were one to pull his hair just to spite him when you fought."

"I see he likes revealing some of our more childish habits. I assume he failed to mention any of his," Raiden wore a high-spiried smile, chortling at the memory. "But yes, I've got my tricks."

"Dully noted. Would that be the reason for your headcap? To stop Fujin from getting revenge?" You were being instegative now, knowing that is was simply meant to keep his hair from his face.

It was a playful dig, one Raiden found himself liking. There was an air of teasing between you both, and he was very much enjoying it. "Perhaps I simply wanted to add some flair to my usual attire. I do believe it provides a certain air of authority, if I do say so myself."

You hummed, leaning on the table to get a good luck at it, as if you hadn't seen it so many times before. "You're right. I do believe you are the only one I've seen wearing it."

Passive aggressiveness suited you nicely even if he did catch onto it. "I think it does add a nice bit of distinction, does it not?"

You snorted. "Distinction is certainly one way to describe it. It looks a bit odd in a normal setting, I must admit. However, you do make it look good so at least you can get away with it."

"I'll take that as a compliment then."

The atmosphere drifted back to light conversation as time filtered between the both of you. Dusk turned to nightfall swiftly, the room slowly casting shadows as the late hours creeped in. You were completely enraptured by him the entire night, captivated by the moment. His eyes mesmerized, especially as they seemed even more alight when he spoke. You were too entranced to notice the time filtering by.

But when his eyes flicked to the windows, yours followed. It was completely pitch. "Oh, wow, It's late." You felt panic rise in your chest, trying to decide what hour exactly it was. "I'm so sorry for holding you up. I didn't realize just how late it's gotten."

"No need to apologize," he responded in a gentle tone. ""I myself didn't realize much time passed as well. What's more, I was enjoying our conversation, so I don't mind one bit."

"That's relieving, at least." You rose from your chair. "I enjoyed this as well. You have a bit of a… thrilling aura to you. You are very intriquing."

"Thrilling aura?" He repeated, amusement clear by the choice of words. He stood as well and gathered the dishes.

"Yes, like…. How should I say it." You hummed in thought and helped collect the plates as well, following and returning them to the sink. "I guess because of your status as an elder god, that spending time with someone so high above me feels like it could be 'forbidden'. I know it's not, but I just find it so out of the ordinary to share you downtime. I know I can be boring."

When the plates were placed where they needed to be, you both wandered back to the entrance. "We may be words away in terms of divinity," he began, "However it it is a privilege and pleasure to have spent the night with you. As for being boring, I don't believe that to be the case. You have shared many interesting stories with me, and I have been enthralled by each one of them."

Your cheeks flushed as he spoke, pulse a bit quicker. You shyly tucked some hair behind your ear. "I can say the same… even despite your vendetta to keep hiding what's under your headcap," you quipped. "I suppose I can let that little detail go."

Your curiosity about his appearance was cute. But for now, he liked the air of mystery to it, perhaps if just to ease you more. "Curiosity will only encourage you to continue wondering, will it not?"

You rolled your eyes when you realized he meant to still keep it a secret, but you smiled anyways. Despite the crushing interest, you felt it rather charming that he would play a bit. "Yes, yes, it will. And I'll remained bothered about it until the day." You flicked your eyes back to him, a small glaze of adoration in them. "You have many layers of mystery to you, Raiden. I find great interest in trying to solve them, and that is just one of the many."

"And what if I told you that beneath this was nothing but disappointment?"

You tilted your head. "What it is, premature balding? Or no wait - fully bald. No, no, it couldn't possibly be the secrets of the universe, right?"

Raiden hummed, shaking his head. Each of your possibilities were more ridiculous and humorous than the last. "Perhaps. Any of those could be correct. I could be bald, and not want to bring attention to it so I hide it." He spoke in a fake-slighted tone.

"Somehow, I think you would be able to pull it off. But, perhaps I'm so used to seeing the monks here. Most of them are bald."

"Perhaps indeed. Being on this planet for much of a longer time than you has introduced me to many styles. I realize that you may be correct of me pulling off such an appearance."

"Wha-" You barked out laughing at such a absurd sentence. "That was such an overdramatic and humble way of saying you agree with me! What was that?" You had to double over and grab your stomach, the words replaying in your head. It took a moment, but when you finally were able to straighten yourself, the smirk was still evident. "Perhaps I'm too delirious because it's so late, but that may have been the most hilarious thing I've heard you say."

You reactions to his foolish answer that was more playful than serious was indulging, far beyond amusing. "The night may leave your judgement compromised. But I can't help feel that it has also been truly refreshing, and I believe that the late hour is not the cause of this."

"It has been quite the wonder. I am sad that it is coming to a closure, but if I stay any longer, I fear you'll make me laugh too hard and it'll wake up Kung Lao…. He is truly someone you do not want to anger when he is sleeping."

"We wouldn't want that." He said that as if he had any idea of how hard you learned that lesson. Lucky him. "Your attempts at laughter would prove to be ill-advised."

Your eyes narrowed at him as you walked out of the dining hall, him back by your side. "Whose fault would that be then? Don't make me laugh and it won't happen." You elbowed his side gently.

"I shall endeavor not to elicit any jokes. And if I fail to do so, I shall endure Kung Lao's wrath willingly instead of laughing at you, of course." He leaned in just a bit, barely noticeable. But you caught it.

"What a generous man you are." You leaned against him as well, copying his mannerisms.

Raiden was delighted in the response to his gesture. Every moment was becoming an exchange of teasing between you two, and he found himself enjoying the rapport ever so much. The air seemed to flow easy at each exchange of witty banter.

You found yourself unable to stop smiling as you continued the way to your bedrooms. Your body again buzzed, chest alight. This was a progressive night between you both, even if it was just a friendly thing. "It's so late - dare I even say early at this point - and yet I have absolutely no interest in sleeping. I feel so energized."

"I'm quite awake myself." His body felt invigorated by your presence, admittedly.

"I blame you. I'm typically asleep at this time, so can only assume you have caused this."

"Despite that, I do find it to be quite fulfilling to have you in my company for such a late evening."

You tried to hide your laugh as you looked the other way, over your shoulder. It didn't work. "Careful with your wording there, Raiden. You're starting to sound a bit sultry."

"And is a bit of sultriness bad, if I may ask?" He watched you from the corner of his eye, feigning innocence.

"No, no, I quite welcome it. Just hoping you don't dish what you can't serve." Raiden didn't miss the look of flirtation in your eyes. Nor how you stepped just a bit closer. The night was bringing forth new things and you were starting to see a side you didn't expect from him, and it was making you swell with confidence.

Likewise, Raiden leaned back to you. Your elbows brushed against one another. The clear flirtation was quite obvious, and you both were receptive to it. "I believe I'm quite able to dish it as well as take it. Shall I raise it up a level to make up for that?"

"Will I be wooed by the Thunder God himself? I'm interested of what the next level entails. Please, entice me. I'm curious."

Your bedroom was just up ahead, leaving limited time to explore this bit of flirtation. You didn't want it to end, feared that the moment may be abolished come morning.

Yet he bit at the offer and gave a suggestive reply. "Why should I be the one to entice you? That wouldn't be entirely fair, would it? Perhaps you ought to tempt me in your own way, and then I shall do the same. For balance sake."

His sentence caught you a bit off-guard, but it was a welcome allure. "Smooth, Raiden. Very smooth." Your eyes traced over him, slowly drifting up his body, absorbing all details, and ensuring he could feel wherever your flaming stare landed. Ever so slowly, you up past his broad shoulders before settling to land on his lips, holding the gaze.

You looked away.

You had made the first move into the teasing challenge.

"Isn't there some kind of old saying to not temp a god? And here you are daring me. Regardless, I think I'd do a few sins for you."

His body buzzed. To think his flirtation had set a precedent for how you actually planned to challenge him was enticing. "That would be correct. Though, it would take much more than that to tempt a god such as myself. If anything, it is quite generous to allow you to even attempt to entice me."

"Allow me? Frankly, it sounds like you are wanting me to, since you'd be permitting it." You were putting up a false sense of bravado. Inside, your heart hammered against your chest and threatened to burst from how bad your nerves crept. But this was enthralling, and you were in way too deep. You felt your pulse skip several beats as you saw your door, wondering what exactly this was about to become.

"I suppose you may have me there. The question yet remains whether I would like you to actually tempt me, or if this is merely a game that I'm allowing you to play."

Of course he wouldn't specify which. That was for you to decide.. or to play it out and see. "I don't know if I'd consider myself much of a temptress, though your challenge seems inveigling."

"We shall have to see how the night turns out. Perhaps you have hidden talents that you are waiting to unveil? If so, I would be quite surprised if you are truly not the temptress you so believe you aren't."

He apparently had more faith in you than you did yourself. How curious.

You stopped in front of your room, considered your next plan to action. Opening the door, you turned around to face him. "I hope I can live up to at least some of those beliefs you hold in me. Half of the battle will be finding what you even crave and playing into them." Your eyes locked with his chest again, heat building in you as you traced along the details of his broad muscles. You wonder how they would feel... You pushed the tantalizing thought away for now. You gave a crooked smile, backing into the room, teasingly, cajoling. "I'd be honored to accept the challenge, Lord Raiden… Or would you perhaps prefer 'master' in this setting?" You titled your head. "If you also wish to proceed with this game... lock the door."

Raiden remained in cool disposition as he considered your proposal. He decided he was excited with the turn of events.

The challenge was set now, and the night would either be a fun game or something completely exhilarating.

"It seems that this night will be a time for experimentation between the two of us." He followed you inside, locking the door behind him as instructed. Your core flared in response.

You studied his every movement as he came into your room, watching to see what he did, how he responded. In reality, you had never attempted to seduce before and this was more nerve-wracking than you wanted to admit. You were frightened that you may embarrass yourself, or worse - shun him away.

You were walking an incredibly thin line, but the anixety of the situation churned different at the thought of what may also become, even if only for a night. "Expiermentation often is how people find their delights in life. Hobbies, crafts… Kinks, even."

"I believe we could benefit from a lot of it then. While life is a constant cycle of learning, changing, it is good to explore what we crave."

"And what exactly is it that you crave… Master?" You advanced to him slowly. You had to raise your head up as you got closer, his impressive height looming over you. You were still playing into the 'master', trying to decipher any body language to see if it any any affect.

He daringly leaned in. "If you're going to call me 'Master', you must truly be venturesome to do anything at my orders. Are you willing to prove just how submissive you can truly be?"

"Is that what you desire? My submissiveness?" You whispered the words to him since he was so close, your expression going half-lidded. You gracefully slid yourself down to kneel on your knees, and he watched you the entire way down. In this position, you had to crane your neck further. "If you are curious about that, I can prove to be very dutiful."

Raiden's lips quirked at your response. Your will to submit yourself made his mind turn to all kinds of possibilities. "How voluntary… May I give you an order then?"

You only nodded, remaining in perfect posture as you awaited.

He looked over you in almost a predatory light. But it didn't scare you. Instead, it turned you on. "I find you hair quite enticing." He looked away from your eyes to look to your hair. "I would like for you to let me have free reign over it."

"My hair is yours, master."

A simple enough order. You could do that.

The approval sparked an instant trigger within the god. The fact that you seemed so willing to do whatever he pleased to you was an irresistible thing to fathom. "Good girl."

The praise burned inside you, almost insatiably hot. He strode forward, a hand gliding into your hair. You closed your eyes and gave him the access to do as he pleased, patient and still for him.

His fingers caressed your smooth hair, running his thumb over the texture. It was clear he had you completely enraptured, and the dominant position and control over you stirred deviously inside of him. As he stroked your hair, he spoke: "Have you ever allowed a man to touch you this way before?"

Your eyes opened to only flick away, embarrassed. A light blush painted your face. "No," you admitted.

The shy and embarrassed behavior were exciting to elicit from you. It only made him want to tease your further as his other hand moved to massage your neck. "Then, I feel truly honored that I am the first to be able to touch you in such a way. Do you know what this moment makes you to me?"

Your eyes met his, curious. You shook your head, not daring to speak.

A low chuckle vibrated through his throat. It felt like it reverbrated through you. "This moment makes you vulnerable. And you allowed me to make you so. Do you know how much that says you trust me on some level, that you want to submit to me in such a state?"

You swallowed thickly. You nodded this time.

Raiden's lips curled up in an almost sinister way. To see the desire and lust begin build in you set his mind alight. It was pleasurable, for how easy it was to move you hair in any way he desired. "Good girl. I think you are understanding the game quite well. Now, do you wish for me to stop? Or will you allow me to continue playing with your hair?"

"Continue, please."

"Good answer. Do you know what this makes me want to do?" Another shake of your head. "This game is making me want to lean down and kiss your neck. Is that something you would allow to happen? Would you be able to keep yourself calm while I do this? Or are you already on the verge of breaking down?"

His words were sinful for how much of a tease they were. They made you shudder. "I can remain calm for you."

"Then I shall proceed." He wasted no time to lean down and press firm kisses to your jaw, a slow advancement downward to your neck. His lips were soft, the kisses kind yet lingering and it allowed you to keep composure to start. He felt your pulse and body's reactions under his lips to read your unspoken emotions.

You barely resisted the urge to shiver. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sensation, yet you remained still and pliant for him as you savored the feeling into memory,

Raiden's kisses deepened to being seductive, tongue swirling over your heated pulse points with his fingers twirling in your hair the entire duration. "Have you ever been kissed on your neck like this before? Is this something you are accustomed to?"

"No… This will be my first."

The god hummed in the nook of your shoulder, pleased at the answer. He pressed his body against yours where he could, lips along your throat, your jugular. "Is this something you find pleasurable, or do you find it ticklish perhaps?"

Your mind short-circuted as he pressed against you. You had daydreams about this, but actually feeling his seven foot frame was another thing. You felt small and you were willing to break under him. "P-pleasurable…"

The faltering in your speech made him growl quietly, but you felt it. Your mind was clearly losing the ability to keep itself in check, yet he would not allow you the time to recover as he continued his travel down and moved his lips to cover your collar bone, pulling at your shirt collar. "You're stuttering quite a bit." Raiden shifted his lips to land beside your ear. He mumbled softly, voice just loud enough for you to hear. "Allow me to show you how absolutely irresistible you are in this state of submission. How this is turning me on so much."

You let out a shaky whine at his hot breath spilling against your ear. You hands twitched to touch him, but you would stay patient under his orders. You nodded quickly, eyes shutting.

"It almost feels like you have given yourself up; That I am the one calling all the shots here. You are at my mercy in every sense of the word. I am the one in control now, and you shall allow yourself to be completely submissive to me. Your body and mind belong to me now. Does this excite you?"

His husky voice vibrating through your mind was starting to make your thighs tremble. You nodded again. "Yes, master. My being is at your will."

You fully subjected yourself to him and his heart thrummed. "Excellent, just the way I like you. Keep your eyes closed." He softly placed a kiss on your head, tugging lightly on your hair.

But then he moved away.

You remained where you were, still tremebling softly. His loss of body heat made a shiver work its way up your spine. You worried a bit - worried he may be leaving - but then you heard the telltale sound of clothes shifting. He was undressing.

You wanted to give in to your creeping lust and watch him undress, but you kept your mind set to his command. It caused you to vibrate in anticipation. Your thighs were starting to feel slick as the heat pooled between them.

After a few seconds, you could hear his footfall approach you again. You straighted your position a little taller.

Raiden kneeled down to match your height a bit better. His hands came to land on your shoulders. "Open your eyes," he uttered softly.

Your eyes opened sluggish, trying to hold onto at least some control. Your body flamed as you were greeted with his bare chest displayed right in front of you, old scars and freckles prominent against his skin. You forced your eyes to continue onward and not get distracted. They trailed up his neck - how nice it looked and how you craved to give it the same attention, if not more, than he did to you. His shoulders moved slowly with his deep breaths, and there was a slight flush to pigmentation. You continued to eye up his body, noticed his lips again.

Then, your breath hitched. Your vision dialed to his exposed hair. It was a striking and pure white colour, rather long and healthy as it brushed against his sun kissed shoulders. It draped across him beautifully, some strands framing his defined face in a perfect compliment. He looked like poetry, and you weren't even a poet.

You were still for quite awhile, silently detailing it all to memory. You craved to touch him.

Raiden released a soft sigh as the look in your eyes glistened. He felt flattered under your gaze. "Do you want to touch me? If you so wish, I will allow it. I think you've earned it."

"May I please?" Your question was so quiet you weren't sure if he had even heard it.

"Yes, you may."

Relief washed over you. You shifted, softly bringing your hands to him. Gently, you expiermentally ran your fingers through just the ends of his pure white hair. The plush feel was almost ethereal, so gentle and calming to touch. You ran a thumb against the texture, as if to check it was true, before moving up to his scalp, running your fingers through the white strands. It was perfect, there were no knots; just smooth and elegant, beautiful hair. He clearly cared for his hair despite keeping it hidden. You pushed back hair from his face, tucked it behind his ear ever so lightly as if it were delicate and not a deity. He remained perfectly still for you.

"You're so spellbinding, Raiden," you whispered in complete honesty, forgetting the submissive title to just compliment him earnestly. You trailed your hands up his chest and stopped at his cheeks. You swiped over his lips. He had kissed your neck, your skin, but his lips against yours were still foreign.

Perhaps your mind was getting ahead of yourself. Perhaps you were entranced by his beauty.

Raiden kept silent as he watched your thoughts and admiration pass over your features. It was clear to tell you were becoming enraptured, but he preffered you in this state of mind.

Your desire finally caught up to you. You had been haunted by the thoughts of his hair and his lips for so long, and they had presented themselves before you. How could you not give in?

You gingerly brought yourself closer, kissing him in a featherlight embrace. It was ever soft, sweet and innocent, an experimental touch. You fingerpads ghosted at his jawline.

He didn't resist you, but didn't move. His lips remained still as you kissed him, allowing himself to bask in the feeling you gave him, and for you to take what you wanted.

You broke away after just a moment, eyes still closed. You allowed him a second - if he wanted to pull away, to tell you to stop. He did not. So you kissed him again.

The next time you pulled away, you remained a small distance away. Your sigh landed against his lips as you entertwined breaths. Your eyes opened and took him all in once again, his true beauty stark. You could feel yourself slowly losing the battle of falling completely and helplessly in love. "Sorry," you muttered, hands crossing behind his neck. You chuckled. "I guess that wasn't very submissive of me."

"I rather like it. It allows me to see how far I can push you into becoming infatuated with me."

"If that is what you want, you're a bit late. I've been infatuated with you for quite some time."

The admission striked a chord within him. "And have you had fantasies about me for this long too?"

Your hands froze. You shot him a glare, cheeks flaring. Guilty. "Perhaps.."

Of course he had to turn the serene moment into something filthy.

He could not surpress his grin. "Just perhaps?" The god waited for your expression intently.

"More than perhaps… I have fantasied this and… more than this on multiple occasions."

What an inviting revelation. "And what would this 'more' entail exactly? I would love for you to tell me."

You thickly swallowed. "I've had quite a few… thoughts and visions. M-most of them, um, though.." You hated how you stuttered, but his predatory watch was doing nothing to alievate your lust. "I've imagined y-your head between my thighs."

You weren't sure if there was a greater sin that telling a god straight to their face that you envisioned sex with them. Yet, it didn't make you feel dirty.

Raiden's eyes were locked onto you to watch you flush red. He openly smirked. "Continue, please."

You didn't think you could blush any harder, yet you did. The heat between your legs burned deliciously as you recalled the vision. You were leaking. "You were.. Er, your tongue. And mouth. You had me on my back as you ate me out. S-sometimes, I was on top and you let me ride your face. I fantasized about that the most."

He thoroughly enjoyed that more than he thought he would, and a low growling moan of approval slipped from his mouth. It was satisfying to know how aroused and hot you were becoming for him, and how you had been imagining him before. "Your dreams are quite vivid. And now, I'm starting to get some visions to add into these fantasies of our own. Would you like to know what I'm envisioning now?"

You were too flustered to answer with words, so you nodded, rubbing your legs together.

His hands ran up your thighs. You weren't as sly as you thought. His face inched closer to your ear again, voice filled with eroticism. "I'm now envisioning you on your back, with myself between your legs as they're strung over my shoulders, your breasts moving in time with each thrust I pound into you. Your nails cut into my back to ground yourself."

You breath turned ragged as he listed the sinful details. Your body flared, pulse thumping harshly against your ribcage. Your blood felt scolding, and it all coursed to your core. Your body twitched without your notice. "Yeah? Anything else you'd like?" You licked your lips, suddenly dry. "Any other fantasies?"

Something with how his voice was more of a growl was turning you into putty. His voice, so close to your ear, reverberated through your body, the illusion of you both being one. So close, so bound together. His voice felt like it was fucking you in itself.

Raiden devoured the site before him, your utterly breathless and trembling body made a hunger within him grow. It felt primal, and he resisted urges to take you for himself then and there. His lips ghosted over yours, breath touching yours as he spoke to stir you even further. "That one in itself is quite the vision alone. But I do have another… Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes… please."

His hand came to cup your chin. "Close your eyes." The hand slowly shifted down to the back of your neck.

You shuddered lightly and obeyed, your vision darkening once more.

He slowly leaned you back, where he was leaning over you yet still elevating you by your back. His voice was becoming deeper and rougher as he began to speak in a more seductive tone. "You're on top, and your hands are on either side of me as you gyrate your hips back and forth, pleasuring yourself and using me to your own benefit. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are tightly closed, enjoying the pleasurable sensations that I am giving you."

"Fuck!" Your body shuddered against your will, and the friction of your movement made you moan. You imagined his vision quite clearly in your mind with your eyes closed. You felt as if his words spoke of reality, your body reacting in kind, leaking as if you could truly feel yourself atop of him, riding.

You were making Raiden become breathless as well, seeing the image of you playing before him. He knew what was happening, he wasn't a fool. You were causing the same affect on him, pleasure building within him without even having touch him. You were a deviant. "Your body is trembling, your breathing is heavy and your moans are echoing off the room. Your legs are tightly gripped around my waist, shaking, and you're holding yourself as tight to me as you can. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you're close to your peak, and you're letting yourself go completely."

Your head dips back, the words washing over you. Your mind was running rampant with the visage of his words. Your body followed along with the story, and you whimpered pathetically in his hands. You felt a rush start to rise quickly inside of you.

"You're reaching your climax, your breath becoming more rough and raspy. You're grabbing onto me taught as if a lifeline as your body begins to shake uncontrollably and your legs begin to tremble even more. You release on top of me, you squeeze around me."

You moan, absolutely wretched, and your body follows exactly what he instructed in his story. Your hips gyrate as you feel yourself climax from his voice alone. He pushed you so far over the edge that you didn't care how pitiful you seemed as your hips moved to their own motion. You clutched his shoulder and moaned into his neck, riding your high.

Raiden panted as he felt your moan again his throat, eliciting a shiver up his back. He loved the sight of your body letting itself go as your moan grew louder to the visions of pleasure he delivered to you. Hips lips came to meet yours once more in the midst of your release, from the fantasy of your shared creation.

You kissed him hastily in return, moaning against the taste of his lips. Suddenly, you tugged him over top of you as you pulled your back to the floor, seeking his friction. In the new pose, his mouth began to nibble on your neck. You wrapped your legs, locking them over his hips, pressing him down to your mound. You ground against him so he could ride out his own release with you.

That was a feeling he was enjoying to its full extent, one he barely felt in his lifetime. Feeling the heat of your body against his, the feeling of your soft body rubbing him this way, the damp wetness through your clothes. He growled low as he began to rock himself against you, back and forth. His lips trailed up your neck with small bites to mark before landing on your lips one final time, and he rode out his own release.

The feeling of it all made you gasp, pushing his head further to deepen the kiss and milking him for all his glory. He was big and the feel of him rubbing against you made you feel carnal. Your legs tightened in the daze of your ecstasy when you felt his body release against you.

As he broke, he groaned against your lips and you drank it down, thirsty for it. When the kiss broke with a trail of saliva connecting, he resigned his head back to the junction of your shoulder.

His body relaxed within yours as he willed himself to regain composure. Your hand in his hair slowly released its grip to a soft pet and he sighed at the feeling, combined with your body heat. He allowed himself to relax in the afterglow, waiting for his breathing to regulate.

You freely panted, and when he felt his mind was stable enough, he looked back to you. Your palm caressed his face, as if confirming he was truly still there and that had happened. "Fuck, Raiden… You're fucking good."

You were too strung out to even care that you were cursing to a god.

His eyes shut as you left soft little kisses up his cheekbones, grabbing your hand with his own. He was still in his own dazed stupor, breathing slowly. "I could say the same for you, goddess."

"Mm." You dropped your legs off his hips, glowing at the petname. "If that's how it is with only just talking about our fantasies, I can only imagine how it will be when we actually do them."

Raiden's body started to relax with yours, the heat of the aftermath a soothing warmth. He felt a tiredness start to creep, but your words kept him awake. "I completely agree." He pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

You rested with each other in a comforting silence. His body temperature was almost unnatural, basking you in a serene state as you lightly played with his hair. He leaned into the touch. "How.. how did I do for my first time seducing?"

You just had to know.

"This being your first time still remains a complete shock to me; you had completely overtaken me. I'd say you earned the title of a temptress."

That was a relief. A delight, even, to know you fell a god's resolve. "Seeing as you were my first, I'm glad it know it was enjoyable to the both of us." You felt him smirk in your skin. He would be very much inclined to be more of your 'firsts'. "Am I right to assume that this isn't a game? That you wanted me to tempt you? Truly?" You knew he could feel your pulse quicken in your chest as the anxieties phrased your questions. You wanted to know what this meant, exactly.

Raiden pulled himself from your arms and you felt your stomach drop. But he his head draped to yours, pressing your foreheads together. "Correct."

You kissed him, needing to express your gratitude. This time he kissed back, stroking your arms. How you'd love to suffocate yourself in his kiss… "I'd like to make those fantasies you spoke of come to life, Raiden. I imagine you'd look quite beautiful below me. Now that I know what your hair looks like, this completely adds a new layer to my visions. You'll look so delicious from above, your hair draped over the pillows…"

He huffed in merit as you trailed off, your thoughts clearly displayed in the glint of your eyes. "Oh? Your thoughts still run rampant even after what we've just done? You're quite naughty indeed."

You chuckled and pushed yourself to sit up a bit, wincing a bit of the feeling of your wetness inside your clothes. "Don't worry, I won't ask you for a second round, old man." Besides, you really wanted a change of clothes.

"Another quip to my age?" He helped you stand. "I'd say I can keep up just fine."

You took his hand as he led you to the bathroom. You leaned on his side and pressed a kiss to his chin, really the only place you could reach on tip-toes with him standing straight. "No worries, I'm into older guys." You gifted another kiss. "And you did extremely well." Another one. "We'll ensure you don't break a hip in the future."

"Is that so? Well, if you truly believe that and want to treat me like your personal toy, at least give me a few weeks to recover first before you ride me."

"Mm, we'll see." He sets you down on your bathtub rim and you run your hands over his chest. You gaze was nothing less than affectionate and his responded in kind. "Truly though, Raiden, I did want to thank you. I know I was persistent to know what your hair looked like. I find you mesmerizing; I hope to see you like this more often."

"I'm pleased I could sedate your curiosity in some way." His voice was soft, sweet and it dared to lull you before you could both clean yourselves.

"I think you actually managed to tire me out, admittedly. I think I'm just going to clean a bit, change and sleep. You're… welcome to join me and stay the night, if you'd like."

The smile he gave you was so charming, so handsome on him, you considered taking him again. You supposed you could wait. "I would be pleased to wake up beside you in the morning. Are you sure that's alright?"

"More than alright. I just know the morning sun looks so wonderful on you. I will be anticipating it."

The words made his heart melt with each passing moment. Your words, your praise, and just yourself, truly captivated him. "I will as well. Sleep well tonight. I am certain I will be in your dreams throughout the night."

[protectingtulpas]

So I just got sent that pretty iconic "anti-tulpa" document and I think it's pretty damn funny that a lot of those sources, if you actually READ them, are neutral or even supportive lmfao.

Like for this one? This is straight up pro-, and is just explaining that "tulpamancy" isn't the original concept and that it's based on other practices. Congrats, you're making our fucking point for us!

This next one is pretty interesting also. I wanna highlight some stuff from it, from both the op and comments.

Let's talk about my existence in contrast to some of these statements. The first one is "The biggest, most dangerous form of evil in Buddhist thought is "ego" or self-grasping. If ANY mental phenomena increases your self-cherishing attitudes (self importance, grandiosity, jealousness, craving, hatred, self-loathing, self-absorption etc) it's evil. IF a mental phenomena causes greater flexibility, less attachment, more tranquil emotions, less mental chatter/discursive thinking, increased generosity and compassion toward others, higher mental clarity etc.--that's good." And the second one is "If it increases negative emotions, it's not Dharma. If it decreases negative emotions, it's Dharma." So these are great for some people, but that mentality of not allowing "self-cherishing attitudes" can be EXTREMELY HARMFUL FOR SYSTEMS and ANYONE with self worth issues. A lot of this is contradictory for a lot of people. Something can both decrease negative emotions and make you feel connected to yourself. Nobody has the right to make us feel any less like ourselves - normally you can believe whatever you want for yourself, obviously, but pushing it onto other ppls' lives aint cool. The implication that we're straight up DANGEROUS just for existing is insulting to created systems regardless of whether you're using the word tulpa or not.

The reply to that by @/eeveecraft is great, and this part describes how weird that is in the context of headmates' identities here. "Furthermore, really don't like how you downplayed tulpas as property there, buddy. Tulpas are not property, they are people in every sense of the word, and I don't [give a] flying fuck about whatever complications that for your beliefs. My systemmates are people, full stop. I was already able to tell since you refer to your own systemmates as "imaginary friends," which a lot of tulpas aren't okay with being called that because that implies that they're fake. They are NOT lesser because they're not created by ancient monks or whatever.

"Like, seriously: "They would be considered "as real as you and me," with their own likes and dislikes etc," because apparently, modern tulpas don't have likes and dislikes and their hosts just see them as delusions? Say that to my tulpa, Arcanus who adores coffee while the smell makes me nauseous, say that to my systemmates who switch with me and have their own hobbies. Also, tulpas are more than just personalities. They have their own experiences, skills, preferences, dreams, memories, thoughts, a person is more than just their personality, and I thought a "licensed psychotherapist" would know that, especially if they have systemmates of their own." Make sure to read the full comment tho cuz it's a good takedown, it's not just about that it goes thru the entire thing.

SO! If anybody actually wants a well-studied paper outlining everything, check out Tracking the Tulpa: Exploring the "Tibetan" Origins of a Contemporary Paranormal Idea by Natasha L. Mikles and Joseph P. Laycock. It goes into a lot more of an accurate and in-depth history on the subject, and the bibliography ACTUALLY shows where things come from.

All that document showed us was that Buddhists are a wide community with a variety of different people with different skill levels, understandings, and opinions. And that we need to ditch the fantastical, impossible representation of the tulpa in supernatural media because that's ACTIVELY harming people. Which is what we want to show people! So congrats!

[sshadowritestoriess]

Hi! Assuming you're not like, dead since you've been inactive for 5 months, would you do headconnons on what Ramattra, Zenyatta, and Genji would do for Reader's birthday? I ask because mine is getting close.

Crawls out of my grave… it’s definitely been a rough few months, hello ^^ I’ll do my best.

Ramattra on Your Birthday

Ramattra is the type of omnic that wouldn’t say a word of your birthday as the date fast approaches. You might think he’s forgotten, if the clever ravager was capable of such a thing. But he’s had the date saved ever since you had mentioned it in a long-forgotten conversation

He’s the materialistic sort. Numbers and data mean everything to him - yours in particular, as one of his closest (and last) companions. Ramattra knows exactly the things you like, crave, and want. Some things he’s exceptionally, and unfortunately, quite good at poking fun about; be it because it’s a unique interest or not very well known

But he knows you enjoy that sort of thing, so he’d find a way to acquire it in some fashion : clothing, cosmetics, merchandise, a book or pad, a signed t-shirt, food, tools, tickets… or maybe just a well thought-out playlist he put together just for you. Whatever kind of item he could possibly find that hits as close as possible to that thing that means quite a lot to you, he will have it ready for your birthday

It might just be one thing, possibly two if he couldn’t decide between which you might like the most. He’d have this gift ready just a couple months in advance, just in case you lose interest.

What he does not do is wrap it. Maybe a gift bag if you’d expressed disappointment in that sort of thing - but there’s never a tag or card or anything that would let you know who it’s from. It might just appear at your doorstep like a regular package, or he’d have another bot deliver it straight to you.

Ramattra does not wish anyone a “happy birthday”, unless appropriately prompted to. He might not even have a clear enough schedule to see you that day if you had any plans - a human custom he doesn’t have much interest in partaking in (perhaps because all omnics have the same “birth” day, all thanks to Aurora), but the gift-giving is a meaningful enough aspect he would take advantage of.

He expects no thanks, nor to be treated the same. But if you came to him happy about your gift, that would be entirely enough.

Zenyatta on Your Birthday

This monk is most definitely more of the ‘experience’ type. When it comes to any celebrations or occasions, he tends to lean toward going out to be part of the world.

He’s absolutely asked you just shy of a dozen times what you might like for your birthday, if you’d like to celebrate it early or on the weekend, if you’re hosting a party or just having a day to yourself. All the important things so he won’t accidentally intrude on your special day

Zenyatta likely provides much smaller gifts as compared to his brother - things that might compliment your appearance or home, or represents something about you that he really likes. You’re more likely to learn something about yourself with the kinds of gifts he has to offer

If permitted, he would be joyous to treat you to lunch or dinner. Something made by him, anything you have to request? Or he’d be elated to surprise you with a meal you haven’t tried before, but goes along with the things you normally like. He’s normally spot on, and you just might discover a new comfort food

But if you especially had nothing planned, or just wanted to spend the day with your dear Zenyatta, he would absolutely have something in mind that he would have reserved or set up for weeks in advance. A night at a gala? A local street festival with games and music? A convention full of things you might enjoy - or a wonderful hike through nature. Maybe just a day with a couple of activities he knows you really like; skating, an arcade, shopping, movies, racing - just enough that isn’t too overwhelming, but lets you know he pays well attention to the things that bring you joy.

Whatever the plan is, Zenyatta would have it and be there for it, and be happy just to spend the day with you. His patience is unfathomed - he would make sure that everything you partake in is an experience he knows you wouldn’t turn down. Your smile at the end of the day is all that matters to him.

Genji on Your Birthday

This man is pretty big on surprises. With Genji, you get to start off your morning with a rose and a note on your bedside table.

Perhaps the sneaky cyborg had a treasure hunt set up for you throughout your home, the Overwatch base, or wherever you reside. Or maybe the note tells you where to meet him when you wake? Certainly one of the two, and he’d have quite the elaborate map set up for you

He’d have an array of gifts hidden in places, some that don’t make sense and some that you definitely favor more than the others (a cheap electric kettle versus a brand new hoodie in your favorite color? What was his thought process on these?) but regardless of their individual quality, it’s obvious he’s been very excited to get these to you. And somehow, his best gifts were probably bought just yesterday.

And it doesn’t stop there. Next thing you know, he’s got a blindfold in hand and he’s cautiously leading you to where there is, no doubt, a surprise party he’d set up with friends. (Apologies to those who aren’t big on celebrations with multiple people - Genji would be sure to grovel for your forgiveness later)

If you’re particularly introverted and have greatly expressed a dislike for those kinds of occasions before, then similarly to Zenyatta, Genji might have a few quieter activities reserved just for the two of you. It could even be as simple as a day in playing video games - if you don’t mind getting your ass kicked in the more competitive franchises.

The birthday dessert was definitely something he had made himself, and you could tell. The way it was poorly plated, decorated, and just a tad malformed; inexperienced hands that lack a creative means of decoration certainly took liberties on even writing your name only half in cursive. He would present this as his final gift with a false sense of pride - easy to see in his eyes the shame he felt for being ambitious with frosting.

Genji aims to hear you laugh, and if he could manage being the source of that at any point in your day - then your birthday was a success in his eyes.

[ya-zz]

So what about a Ramattra X human reader idea, what if Ramattra and reader were together when they were both monks at the monastery but reader didn’t come with Ramattra on his journey, slowly they grew out of touch with Ramattra forming Null Sector, he thought reader might be dead since they couldn’t find them in Shambali in his attack there. But sometime later when Ramattra allies himself with Talon he sees reader as one of the agents and now tries to kidnap convince the reader to be by his side once more

Mayyyy have left this one on a little cliffhanger~

Thank you for requesting! ♥

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1264

Years had since passed since Ramattra had seen you. From being close friends, to partners in the Shambali Monastery; Ramattra and yourself were ever close. You were the reason he kept going, the voice he needed to hear on his darkest days and the body he craved to touch each night. 

You and Ramattra were perfect for each other. 

However, tension rose as Ramattra planned on how to make peace between his kind and humans. A liberation as Ramattra called it. His views on humanity were sour, even despite the words you would speak towards him. No matter what you would say, his views were stronger. 

When he offered his hand to you to join his cause, you declined, shaking your head and walking away. That was the last time that he saw you…

He tried to keep contact with you, and you kept that up for awhile before eventually ceasing all communication with him. Your views and his were forever clashing and you couldn’t deal with the constant hostility he was showing, so, communication was cut and you never heard from Ramattra again. 

Although he kept trying. Messages went delivered, then to undelivered. They kept piling up until eventually the omnic gave up. His heart was heavy. He lost the one person, the one human who cared for and loved him. 

When he made his way back to his home, to the Shambali Monastery, his attacks were brutal, but for once in the months of fighting, he stepped off that vessel in search for you. He wandered the villages, up the slopes of the monastery in hopes to find you, but all around him was rubble, dead humans and omnics, there were no living people despite how hard he searched. You were not there. You were not running around trying to save those under bricks and stones and you were not screaming out in pain laying underneath them either. You were not there. 

Ramattra had lost you.

You were either dead underneath all of the rubble, or you somehow made it out alive. You had to be somewhere. He longed to see your face, to see you as you always were. 

With a broken heart, he left and continued his attacks. Null Sector, while in the process of being stopped by Overwatch and other military forces, kept fighting for what was believed right; however, Ramattra needed more ammunition, he needed more power. 

Where else to turn but to Talon. 

So, that’s what Ramattra did. He scheduled a meet with non other than Akande Ogundimu, aka: Doomfist, right in the heart of Talon headquarters…

“I can provide you with the power that you need.” Akande speaks, back turned towards Ramattra. 

“At what cost?” The omnic asks. 

“A simple payment.” That’s when he turns to face the taller man in the office. “I will contact you with the necessary details. If you don’t mind, I have other business to attend to.” Akande gestures for Ramattra to leave and so the omnic does. 

As he’s walking back to his vessel, feet tapping away on the tiled floor with each step, he passes by a small training hall where noises sounded from. Curiosity gets the better of him and he peers in and sees multiple talon soldiers sparring and working out. Some were lifting weights, others running on the treadmill with headphones on. 

There in the far corner, hands wrapped in guards and punching the bag hanging from the low rise ceiling was someone he recognised instantly. You.

He goes to call out to you, but bites back against his systems wishes. Instead, he continues back to his vessel, conducting a plan to see you without the watchful eyes of your superiors. Everything was monitored, every action, every breath. He had to be careful. 

…

…

Something was eating away at him, something about you. Where have you been all these years? Why are you here in Talon? Why are you not there with him?

He takes a moment to go over his plan before striding back into Talon HQ. He avoids the cameras, HUD alerting him to the sounds ahead and behind. His only destination was to wherever you were. After the quick scan he did earlier, he knew your exact height and weight, even your body temperature.

In a room further down the hallway and to the right, a door opens and you exit only to be pushed back inside and the door being locked shut. A metal hand covers your mouth as you stare up into the dark, a panic running through your body. Red lights blink back at you and another pair just below them shift, expanding and shrinking, examining you. 

Ramattra doesn’t move, keeping his hand clamped over your lips, stopping you from talking. He glares down at you, pushing you further against the wall. 

“You have been here this entire time?” He finally speaks, optics looking down at the petrified face. The way your eyes widened when you recognised his voice, the small tears that pricked at the corners. He could feel your lips quiver on the pad of his hands. “This entire time I thought you were dead, you have been here working with Talon?” 

He doesn’t risk moving his hand, thumb pressing just that little bit harder against your cheekbone which causes you to wince. 

“You would not join me but you would join Talon?” His grip gets tighter as he watches you blink. “Do not do anything stupid.” 

Gradually, he releases his grip, listening to you breathe rapidly. 

“Ramattra-” You sputter. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Business. Why are you here?” His tone lowers, a threatening frequency. 

“That doesn’t concern you.” You spit back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “If anyone sees us interacting-” 

“Did you really think I would do this without a plan?” Ramattra takes a step forward, a step closer towards you, the shadows looming over you. “You do not belong here.”

“They kicked me out of the monastery when you started attacking. I had nowhere else to go.” Your teeth grit as you continue talking. “You destroyed the one place I called home.” 

Ramattra felt something tug at his wires. Pain. Heartbreak. Anger. He goes to speak but he sees the pain within your eyes alongside something else… Longing. 

“You would be better suited with me.” He states, raising his hand to rest on your shoulder. He can feel the heat rise inside of you from the touch alone. “I have missed you.” 

Your body tenses as a single tear falls down your cheek. “You may have missed me, but what you have done does not excuse your actions. You took everything away from me.” 

The omnic hesitates. “I am sorry.” His thumb rubs gentle strokes on your shoulder. He knew he wasn’t going convince you to join him after what he had done… So there was only one other way… 

“I am also sorry for doing this.” He notices the widening of your eyes before he stabs a needle into the side of your neck. 

“What the fuck-” You wince, bringing your hand up to cover the affected area before your head suddenly starts to feel light. 

“I need you.” He says, vocaliser lowering into a whisper as he watches your body go limp. He catches you as you fall, holding your body close to his before he does an external scan of the surrounding area. 

You black out against the larger form, body and mind unconscious, unable to hear his words. 

“You will come with me.”

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

端陽樂 日日安好／Happy Dragon boat festival (Double Fifth Festival)

端午節是在農曆的五月五日，划龍舟(Dragon boat race)、吃粽子(Rice dumpling is wrapped with bamboo leaves) 、做香包 (To make fragrant sachet)、掛艾草(Hanging moxa) 、立蛋 (Standing the egg on its end) and 喝雄黃酒(Drinking realgar wine)

(Dragon Boat Festival, also known as Double Fifth Festival, is an important festival in our history and Dragon Boat Festival commemorates the death of the poet Chu Yuan. 端午節是為了紀念詩人屈原的死。)

Tonight I’m having "東方美人茶(Oriental Beauty Tea)" 🍵 🫖Tea for you Dear friends, Please!

👆 椒麻麵 the noodle tastes good on this restaurant (非常素食的麵 🫶 其實，平日的我本來就像和尚一樣 🤣，吃的很清淡也很簡單，因爲吃的越素，可以降低生活中的各種「慾望」和渴求。Very vegetarian noodles 🫶 In fact, I am like a monk 🤣 on weekdays, eating very light and simple, because the more vegetarian I eat, the less "desires" and cravings I have in life.) 😏 and very years ago this restaurant ever opened shop near by my studio, but rent cost too high, they're moved to other city, I found it re-open at the north parts of my city, so tonight I am so happy to eat the noodle again. 😃 Lan~*

👇 鮮蝦燒賣 Pork & Prawn Shumai (taste a bit similar with dumplings. and I love having "steamed food／蒸食" 😉)

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

I am a smidge rusty from not writing for a hot sec and also this is my first Overwatch fic in -years-

Canon: Kinda?

SFW Ramattra x GN Reader Words: 870

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You’d been wondering for longer than you cared to think about. The days had twisted together as each footstep became painful. Your shoes worn away from the unforgiving and ever changing weather. Your feet ached and burned with each step as threadbare sneakers were no match for the rocks underfoot. Each step was slippery and treacherous as you tried to battle with gripless feet over smooth pebbles, which you had wrongly thought would hurt less than trying to climb the jagged rocks.

Least they didn’t cut your hands when you fell and calught yourself.

You let out a broken sob for the first time since you left home. So stubborn and determined not to let the pain seep out of you, fear of once you started you could never stop. But right then, as the thunder rippled in the distance and the cold rain began to fall on your defeated form, you allowed yourself to cry along with the heavens above.

Maybe here and now was where you should just give up. It wasn’t like you had a place to return anyway and you had no idea where you even were. You let out a sigh as the clothes started to stick to your skin as the rain came crashing down. The lighting that struck across the darkness of the sky go you back on your feet enough to sramble up the slippy slope towards the mouth of a shallow cave.

At least it was dry in here.

You took a breath and leaned against the wall, just watching the lighting flash and feel the rumble of thunder in your chest. Still feeling pitiful for yourself. You almost didn’t hear the sound or rocks being desturbed outside the mouth of the cave untill what little light the sky offered you was blocked by a large shape, red lights glowed in the darkness and you jumped when lightining cracked again, enough to light up the the cave and saw the omnic.

“

“Appolgies,” he said, voice well spoken and a pleasent sound. “There’s room for two,” you mumbled and backed further inside as he hunched down, making a mess of the rocks and stones with his large feet as he got comfortable, though he was hunched over. You took a moment to take the omnic in. He was dressed in robes, he must have been from the monastry you’d heard about.

“I guess you guys aren’t waterproof?” You tried to joke, watching your new friends faceplate  turn, taking you in with a low hum. “I could say the same for you, and yet, you cower in here.” Ramattra replied, head tilting to one side, waiting for your comeback.

You just laughed and shurgged. “I guess so,” 

The silence started to drag and you no longer felt it appropriate to sob and lement your awful existance now you had comapny. “I haven’t seen a ravager unit in years,”

“And I do not scare you?” he asked, a question in his tone as you shifted. “Why would it? Humans have done more harm to me then any of your kind has. The reason I’m here is to get away from other humans,” you offered up all this information so freely that Ramattra believed the words.

You introduced yourself to the omnic in the monks robes, offering him a hand which he hesitated to take at first. He however, did shake your hand and you shivered, the cold metal that had been outside touching your warm flesh. “Ramattra,” he said firmly. 

“What brings you here?” you asked as the strom grew worse outside the crave, the wind picking up, becoming violent as it whiped through the valley and it’s slopes, hitting against the rocks that sat pocaraslly.

“Same as you, shelter.” he really was a man of few words wasn’t he? Maybe he didn’e like humans… After what your kind had done you wouldn’t have been surprised, you weren’t crazy about people either.

You were about to switch gears, try and ask something else. You knew you were simply desperate for company after so much solitude, and you thought his voice was wounderful. There was a loud thud outside, one of the large rock piles that formed peeks coming losing, gaining momentum. You gasped when the cave started to shake and the ceiling rattled, coming loose.

“Get down,” Ramattra demanded and you did as you were told, his hulking form crouching over you. Two large arms appeared out of nowhere, Ramattra seemed twice as big as before, making him terrifrying in an instant. But with his new form he hunched over you, arms around your form as the cave crumbled around you both.

Was this how you’d die?

The darkness dissipated as the ominic stood up, flexing his second pair of arms,knocking off the earth that had trapped you both. You watched as his body moved, impressive, was all you could think before he tucked them in and looked down at you. “I trust you are in an acceptable condition to stand?”

“Yea-yes, thanks.” You mumbled and took the hand offered you, pulling up from the floor you almost fell at how unblanced you’d been.

“It seems you are too weak to be alone, perhaps you should come with me.” Ramattra looked at you as you considered his offer… 

“Alright,”