#i haven't had much energy lately... *coughs blood*

[7ban-sama]

Hello, so, I've been following you for a while, and I think you write so well. I would actually read a fanfic of yours about those three, you know, Tsukasa, Yashiro, Hanako. My question is, what do you imagine it would be like: Nene and Hanako's first time, Hanako and Tsukasa's first time Yashiro and Tsukasa's first time and finally, the first time between the three of them? Yes, about sex itself. It's okay if you don't feel comfortable answering, but I'm genuinely curious to know how you would imagine it.

Thank you for the compliment on my writing...! I like to write, so... nice that others can regard that writing kindly. 💦 I suppose on that note, since it's relevant to your question: I've actually covered the idea of a 'first time' between all 3 in a fic before, in A heart in the right place (a collaboration between me and @2n2n💜) Feel free to check that out, if it would be of interest.

Now as for your question-! Actually... I really love thinking about 'first times'... in fact, it's really fun to try and approach it from different angles, like solving a puzzle. 'How can I make [this] particular thing happen between [them]? Hm hm hm...'

I'll try to summarize my thoughts. :3

HanaNene

The classic shoujo ship of the manga~ I honestly adore that at it's bones, you have a pair between a tragic ghost boy and a girl with her little devil horns and skull brooch. They're very sweetly designed to be 'for' one another, and I always appreciate that. I love that they're both childish and inclined to play together. There's also an awkwardness between them I find really precious, they seem soo easily overwhelmed when things get 'serious'... As if it's difficult brushing up against the intensity of how much they like each other. But before it gets serious, it has to start out kind of silly, I think...

Depending on the world, Amane is either creepily shmoozing onto her in a predatory fashion (canon, Ghost Hotel, Bakeneko Ryokan) or... he's 'shy', fussy, perhaps even avoidant (your more mundane Amanes are this I think, a spectrum between the presented identity in PP and something like Teen School Drama boy...) I feel as though Nene always has to go through a phase of, 'he's not my type', followed by 'I'm just a normal girl!' 'This is too much!' haha... She's innately charmed by him, but wary, and unsure about saying yes to... this. This isn't how any of her fantasies ever played out... (Imagined more traditional experiences ww) ; By contrast, I would say Amane is more... immediately infatuated-? Consciously attracted-?? But he doesn't, expect or prepare for deep attachment... Doesn't think it's, love, kind of, sucks, is thinking HOT GIRL... pant pant... Sure, I'll take a shot, why not... <- Bizarre amount of confidence and detachment.

Hmm, I guess actually, I see them as both not expecting to be as into the dynamic as they are, so they're unprepared (and inexperienced...) Hence, all the hesitation about committing to it being More... Subsequently, I think it takes quiet a while to get to dating, and even longer until confessions. Typically I imagine sex happening before all that actually! It may seem out of order, but something sexual is easier to access than deeply working out feelings... 'One thing leads to another.'

For first times specifically, I am,, naturally, inclined, to think about it being noncon-!! !! !! OTL💦 In some manner...!

(... in my defense, the manga harasses me into thinking about it...

This is bullying-!! I'm being bullied.💔)

... but in all seriousness... u.u; That's really how I picture it happening... The cocktail of Amane's instability, possessiveness, forcefulness, leads to something snapping inside. Amane... he can't help but being a bit of a ticking time bomb. He has rabies (dormant.) And his urges are often being coaxed and encouraged by Nene, even. Actually, I really like when things start consensual, then devolves into rape. 9.9 Paradoxically.

To be more specific... Imagine something set relatively early in the manga, amidst the first couple volumes. Nene proposes, a bit clumsily, something like — practice kissing. For fun-! Nothing too 'serious', so. Amane can be agreeable, smiling about it, maybe even half-lidded. "Ohhh... Yashiro, you wanna do that~? Haha." [she baps him for teasing]

They do this a couple times... Both are feeling, more doki-doki about it than they'd expect, but with different responses to that. Nene is kind of like, twirling her hair, writing diary entries cutely at home about it... Amane is feeling wary, on edge. (Doesn't like feeling passion, because the last time that happened...🔪) He wouldn't let on his concerns though, just be normal silly ghost guy, deflecting. Out of Nene's periphery, she could watch as he clutches the edge of his clothes, fist shaking. Nene sees that as a victory though, like, ah he's! Nervous, Hanako-kun, he likes this... *mind wanders, imagine he wants to touch her more during!* huehueuee.... hehe!

So naturally, Nene so-kindly offers that he rest his hands on her, if he wants, he, doesn't have to keep them to himself. >> Maybe cheekily (but shyly) imply that they could practice... Well more things! Poses... dialogue?? Surprisingly, he doesn't take to the offer though. (Well it seems weird bc he is, known pervert ghost.) You could then imagine Nene getting a bit persistent, like... He just needs encouragement. Hanako-kun, he's surprisingly shy... But I can take the lead-! That kind of mindset.

To Amane, she feels strangely pushy, like, why does she keep trying, saying things like that, she should be more careful. I'm a, guy, ugh, Yashiro, you can't just go inviting these things, you don't know what'll happen. [guy who is a murderer voice] He feels ah, poked, prodded, goaded. ? And he kind of is... but that's scary for Amane, like-!! He's kind of all or nothing, in my mind, holding it all back or... Losing control, in a haze, brain overheated, boiling inside. Need to DO something...

So even if Nene was encouraging or even fantasizing about ~something~ happening between them, I think the inciting action is very sudden, harsh, without warning. And so it feels violating! Getting pinned down, groped, mouthed desperately... Tights shoved out of way quickly, and, by the time he drives a finger in, her mind is going blank.

Ah that's another element... I think of fingering super often as their first time! Fingering expresses something like, impatience in Amane, wanting to hurriedly shove inside! There's no time, he wants to confirm everything in tactile touch, wants to feel her warm and wet insides! Her living body-!! Raurgh... It's a lot of effort to unbuckle, unzip, get self out, and, there's a loss of control at that point that is too scary almost? I think Amane's hind brain worries about getting out his cock. (Again, it's kind of like.🔪🔪🔪)

Luckily for Amane he has a finger fetish and, I think it results in admiring other's fingers, as well as being very fixated on interfacing things with his own. Verrry stimulated by wiggling fingers inside, feeling the give of inner walls, reaching far into her. There'll be a point where he gets lost in the raw sensations of pumping in and out. As for Nene... I always think she's besieged by genuine confusion, disorientation, some fear (as she can't get away, can't push him off), then sadness (why didn't he tell me he wanted to...) Yet she is simultaneously enthralled to get to feel something so intense.

There's. [sigh.....] A joke in PP that insinuates Nene masturbates a lot... I internalize this as truth, and a part of her whole romance-obsession and, the way she goes on flights of fancy... Nene-chan is someone who has spent a lot of time ~fantasizing~... and she has imagined guys being forceful with her... For a girl who worries about being unwanted and ugly, it'd be relieving for someone to instead be so into her they MUST touch her. So it's not all bad, I think she does feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest, is amazed at how Amane holds her close. When Amane feels things... it's with crazy intensity! Something you never see on anyone else! So that's incredible to witness...

The aftermath can go any which-way, but let's say generally I think of things getting 'better' over time... Even with the fraught start. ❤

Those are generally the things I envision in canon. I like to go anywhere between V1-8, mostly focusing on things before PP & the Severance. Picture Perfect arc is like, it's own beast, so envisioning a first time occurring then has a different vibe. That being said, I have a delusion that in PP, Amane was going to finger Nene-chan at the movies. And I've thought very hard about him fingering her in the jail cell, while Nene pretends to be unconscious. 😶

Also in AUs, like mundane non-magic ones, I like to think of them going at a pretty steady pace of hanging out, flirting, getting to know each other. But then, Amane suddenly drags Nene into a closet or bathroom stall and fingers her with 0 conversation beforehand, really putting Nene through a lot emotionally wrhghfh... Even in a world where there's less extreme circumstance, I guess I envision Amane just being so bad at things like asking permission. He really would rather not. He'd prefer, taking advantage of openings. "Houdai"... *sighs*

AmaTsuka

The twins... Ooh, they are so painful for me to think about. In adoration of each other, and yet...💔 Haaa. I will be blunt, I think they have it the hardest, when it comes to consummating... The disadvantage of the incest taboo isn't negligible; it isn't an intuitive thought, to be attracted to your twin brother. Why, how? That's not how it's 'supposed' to be. I think Amane and Tsukasa both struggle to identify their feelings as romantic/sexual. Though-! I think Amane is closer to 'seeing' it, but he's also a lot more avoidant about confronting sensitive feelings like that. (Even with Nene...) So.

The result of this all is: the ultimate slow burn, taking yeeeears to remotely realize their feelings. And even if one of them does, if they don't have confidence the other reciprocates, they can't make progress...

(Looking at AUs, the lovers suicide seems STEP 1 of romance actualization. Amane needs to, reach his limit EXPLODE, take Tsukasa with him... Perhaps, do crazy things like drink his blood, eat his fingers, hold his heart in his fist.)

As you can imagine... Sex is a very far-off goal... And ah, another factor that muddies things is, I think Amane and Tsukasa both have unusual sexualities... the sort of thing you can't really put labels on. I will be blunt, I never think of them as being attracted to 'boys'... because, there's no attraction to the general concept of maleness, and they'd never like. Have a crush on some guy, ever. This is strictly an obsession with one another, and further defined by roles/inclinations of theirs. Tsukasa being very servile & masochistic, while Amane is very domineering & sadistic. Another reason why things tend to culminate in something as extreme as heart-stab. Uncontrollably into 🔪stabbing and being stabbed.💘

The prelude to this all is in childhood; many fleeting 'incidents'... Small moments where they colluded sexually, like — were both horny about something they were doing together. But that "something" could be any number of innocuous things... such as.

Chasing each other in the yard, pretending to be dinosaurs, playbiting. Rough-housing in a pool, holding each other underwater, wiggling out from each other's grasps. Laying around on the floor indoors, bicycling legs together, devolving into nudging and kicking the other. Having... a staring competition? Throwing food for the other to catch in their mouth-!? The list goes on... it gets eccentric, minuscule. Invisible. Aroused by Amane commanding you in a callous tone. Aroused by Tsukasa licking something off his fingers mindlesssly. Heart racing while Amane circles you, examines your yukata, adjusts your obi, laughs under his breath. Holding Tsukasa's mouth open to inspect the new gap from the recently lost baby tooth, seeing remnants of bloody tissue.

Mesmerized by one another. Made to feel a distant twinge of heat. Throat clenching, making it hard to talk. Blinking slowly. These physical responses are as mysterious as the instigators... Neither twin can understand it... Wouldn't it feel absurd to think anything of it? You're probably just excited to be with your brother, because you love your brother, because you're supposed to love your brother. 'The end.'

There's no way to really pursue anything they feel. It's all brief... ends as abruptly as it starts. Kind of lost between Tsukasa's cluelessness, and Amane's defensiveness. I think Tsukasa follows Amane's lead, let's him set the tone, and it's Amane that wants to dismiss things, laugh it off, explain it away. Even so, these incidents are endless little dots accumulating over their entire childhood. Building up steadily.

Another detail... I tend to HC the twins as being easily affectionate and touchy throughout most of their childhood. Comfortable to reach for the other's hand, play together, take naps, etc. Even bathing was likely very mundane, your basic skinship.

Many years spent like this! Friendly, touchy, comfortable.

As they age, there's a bit more distance... modesty. I think Amane is the one who gets rather stiff, more like 'sigh, come on...' [not looking at Tsukasa when he grabs his hand.] Sounding beleaguered, something like that... Increased tsundere, really.

(They're still very close though. Without thinking about it... anyone else would see them as quite attached.)

Noting this though because I think of Amane as suffering more from the onset of ~puberty~... Like genuinely, ah, more pervasive awareness of own arousal, struggling with getting hard over nothing. More. Debilitated. By penis. Can't let gaze linger on Tsukasa when they get dressed in the morning. Because. It's weird now. Kind of like an invisible wall is manifesting between him and Tsukasa steadily...

Tsukasa is aware of the growing distance, but... his inclinations are to presume Amane simply finds him annoying... (Despite what we see in PP, I've yet to think that 12-13 yo Tsukasa was quite so *tackle glomp*... I think yorishiro Tsukasa is his own entity, more adjacent to an excitable 3 yo Tsu. Currently think of 12 yo boy as more modest as well...) Anyways this miscommunication occurs... concurrent with Tsukasa's unconscious pining for Amane deepening, which manifests as a urgency to be useful to him in some manner. A continuation of his feelings as a child...

Going to try and explain a philosophy of mine, but. I think if the twins had sex, they wouldn't have died, so. Logically they did not, and that's why they're ghosts in canon setting. And as ghosts, I can't see AmaTsuka managing to have sex without TsuNene/3way happening first. Nene-chan provides necessary encouragement and motivation for both as they struggle with recognizing what they feel. In a lot of ways, her simple-girl outlook on things helps her go, gasp... Wait, is it, love? WHICH... THEY REALLY NEED... And unfortunately I think Amane is a tough nut to crack, he kind of needs a certain amount of pressure. A girl scolding him. (And it needs to be Amane who does something, because Tsukasa won't...)

Related to that... I usually think Amane needs to endure a bit of cucking, in some form, first, before, making his move. He needs to feel agony as Tsukasa's first kiss is with someone else. He needs to be on the brink of tears thinking about Tsukasa's virginity. We really need to cattle prod Amane until he puts his foot down. Get insane... That's... MY otouto, he's MINE, I KILLED HIM AND HE'S MINE, HE BELONGS TO ME, HE'S MY PROPERTY!!! I DECIDE WHAT HE GETS!! ! !! !! *froths*

Once you get him going though, it's— you need, look no further, he will be unstoppable. All those years, man! I think it could be as batshit as choking Tsukasa against the ground while humping him. Or like immediately facefucking him. Jerking Tsukasa off with one hand, holding his jaw in the other, crazily talking down at him. Fingering his mouth, throat, making him gag. Any number of things. Sometimes Nene-chan must watch as Tsukasa gets an agonizing overstimulating blowjob. Poor baby... *but she was instigating this & also it IS important it happens* *sits with mouth pressed in line*

Now... putting a little integrity aside... When I want to soothe my brain, I think about the Yugi somehow miraculously managing something in their childhood. (You have to just assume this is fate-altering, a new timeline emerged from it.) My favorite backdrop for childhood first times is something at Tanabata... Age 8. After running around together, laughing, holding hands... Laying in the grass, on this warm summer night. Scent plumes from your yukata collars. Sweaty... Hazy...

I think about things like, Amane being careless and just — kissing Tsukasa on impulse. Some measly thought behind it like, it'd be fun to imitate what couples do, it would be fun to watch Tsukasa react to a kiss lol, etc. Frustratingly easygoing about it, since he's not thinking hard... Tsukasa is left stunned, spellbound. He has special feefees about Tanabata and, fixates on the romantic elements more, so I think it's overwhelming for him...

Well, ig there's no reason not to include these sketches of mine.

You get the vibe. Similar to how he shmoozes Nene really, somehow... the doting, the condescending! Playfulness. Not being as serious as he ought to be.

Though at this age I don't think Amane is as encumbered as 50 yo murder-suicide ghost Hanako... So I think he can initiate more with Tsukasa. Ahhh I usually think about them either tucked behind a stall or somewhere distant from the festival, Amane hiking his yukata up and Tsukasa curious, eager to please, easily coaxed into a blowjob. Thinking so simply... it's like kissing Amane... but here.

This is probably the most innocent I can envision it... Something like this, it's more explorative, experimental. Kind of extrapolating on how they're always playing together, this can feel like another 'game'... sort of.

[blinks] I realize I can't possibly summarize AU AmaTsuka shennanies... not meangfully. I think it's. For lack of kinder terms, a lot of dumb yaoi bullshit, I don't know. AidaIro are really faffing off in those AUs... Like, I think TS Tsukasa just goes to their dorm and puts on that stupid bunny mask Amane is horny about and Amane just gets to jerk off onto him. Bakeneko Ryokan Amane is just fucking Tsukasa in the sabi space or whatever and their collars are jingling in unison. The Valentine's day devil-angel twins are just going to have SEX later as prize for Amane winning the bet. I hate it so much. Let's move on.

TsuNene

[clearing my mind...]

After those other two pairings, it kind of amuses me to say, I think TsuNene have a lot less... emotional obstacles, stopping them from getting close. But it's kind of mean, the major difference is that they're both more open, honest individuals than Amane... That's just the truth! Oh well 💔💔 At least they love him dearly so, he's not going to be left behind or anything...

I often internally describe TsuNene as a "schoolyard romance"... having chemistry the way two kindergartners would, playing in the sandbox together. Nene easily gets carried away, and so does Tsukasa! Childish, naive, silly-willies! These two are prone to getting lost in the throes of playtime, hardly stopping to second-guess much... Recent updates have really delighted me, as we finally get to see Tsukasa and Nene play together directly! Even though he's been the mysterious "villain" Nene has fleeting interactions with... They wind up playing tag, laughing while flying around, and singing together, now don't they?

⬆A dream come true for me... All the potential I see in TsuNene well exemplified here.

Of course, not to discredit the other moments they've had together... I think TsuNene is so very real in the manga! (Really, it's just that others have taken a while to acknowledge it.) I've based a lot of my writing, etc. on things like the red house arc...

I think Nene can easily find Tsukasa cute, precious, sweet and smart! She can step up and be the onee-san between them too, much like she does with 8 yo Amane as well... Meanwhile, I think Tsukasa formed a crush on Nene back here... A nice pretty girl doting on him. And she likes Amane too, ahh... They are matching!

If they spend enough time hanging out, I think it's inevitable for them to get along, really...

There are things Tsukasa lacks, like.. a kind of territorial, demanding quality. Amane pushes himself onto Nene, makes ploys for her attention, wants to be seen as cool (and he does the very same to Tsukasa, as well.) He 'puts it on', he 'works you over'... Tsukasa is the opposite; he doesn't ask anything of the other. He's not jealous... he doesn't have expectations. He's just, Tsukasa, he only thinks to respond honestly. A little kid showing you a bug, because he thinks you'll like it. I think this is disarming...!

On top of it all, there's this ethereal quality to him, as he thinks so bluntly, and isn't encumbered by what is 'acceptable'... So he will hold your face and look directly into your eyes, and say aloud what he observes you feeling. Or ask you what you're feeling, because he's curious. Or, say how he's feeling... He can be so direct. He can say he likes you, or thinks you are pretty.

It's just so direct... I think a girl could really appreciate that! While Amane is teasing, fussy, rude... it can be mysterious if Amane even likes you... With Tsukasa, no mystery! As Nene is befriending him, he would certainly seem as though he likes her... maybe just so innocently, it's hard to discern romance from it.

Basically I think in any timeline/world, Nene is destined to go through the thought process: Wait, does Tsukasa-kun like me? I had no idea... all along, is that what 'this' was? *looks back on memories* Eh- well- m-maybe that's...

... no, um. Hmm. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself...

Lol but just as well, it doesn't stop Nene from confronting how she would feel if this were the case. IF it's possible that Tsukasa likes her... then. Nene basically begins forming a sense of excitement at the prospect, deep in her heart. Her imagination runs wild... because, of course, she can't help but like him... She's deep down attracted to Amane, and I think. She is. Allured. By the concept of being courted by, twins. Multiple boys... we know Nene is weak to the idea.

Usualllyyyy, I think about them getting as far as a kiss on their own, and the idea of more is a bit intimidating... at first. But if Nene is lustful she could succeed in taking it further, really. I think, she can just, reach under that hakama, and there's no resistance. At most Tsukasa is simply ah, overwhelmed like, did not know Nene-chan liked me that much! Did not ever think about getting to do things with a girl ever! Has never... felt... desirable, in that way... That's almost like, not what he's 'for'...

As manic as he is usually, I think Tsukasa gets very 6.6 [small...] in an intimate moment like this. It's that way he gets, where he struggles to dream even about humble platonic things... All the fixation on romance as well means, kissy, touchy, is like /// wah //// so you like me that much...// //// Subsequently, Nene-chan must take the lead! But again... if she's confident enough, she can do it...

They're cute... I really just think about, her hand reaching under hakama, kimono... first grasping and feeling under the layers of clothes, heart racing. She's ah, nervous too of course... Excited though, to finally feel 'it', weouue.... Real boy... Cute boy, flustered boy! Amusingly enough I think she'd really wish to see, Tsukasa's junk directly but it's so many layers it feels, like invasive in a way she isn't confident about. So instead it's like mmh... mostly fixating on the sensations of her hand around him, the twitching she can feel.. Until it gets too much for her and she neeeeds to feel it inside. (In my mind Nene is insatiable, has almost no patience for waiting for PIV... Like ah amusingly Amane can keep her at bay from it, when she'd wish it would be sooner. COBCVK!!! NEED>....)

Dunno why but I often imagine them in doggystyle... It's a different vibe than when I picture HanaNene in it also — more clumsy! Nene on all fours, Tsukasa close up against her, clutching her... Tsukasa is more liable to slip out and need help rearranging, reaching back, being slipped in... Lose 'rhythm', struggle to focus! I also like Tsukasa struggling to stay hard... sometimes get half-chubs, fluctuating. Fffeeels good thoughhh... for both of them. They're both like >< >< ouuh.... Squeeze... He squeeze, cling to her, she nuzzles by tilting her head back against him...

By the end it's like... flop over!! Touch foreheads!! Kiss, thread fingers...!! Bwbwhuuu... Peaceful afterglow... whisper to each other about it...

... in a world where neither of them have gotten to bridge intimacy with Amane yet, it's very like... sighs together... Wish they could talk to him about it, wish they could share it with him, in some way. Though I think they could keep boning for a while before doing anything about it kfkfjh like... W-well, it's fun and good andndhfhg no reason not to.

And that's

my

thesis.

On all pairings. Houugh. [crumples up...]

I'd almost feel silly describing HanaNeneTsuka itself since, that's what I'm always posting about and drawing porn of kfkgjhsdg... [briefly imagining like, me describing the twins taking turns coming in Nene and eating her out or something...] The. It's fine. Just imagine the way all 3 of these perfectly intersect. Everyone is really really really really really into each other and they get along. Anyways there's my fanfic, as I mentioned, which is culminates in the three-! And... also this blog archiving RPs between me and my wife I've been chipping away at. Lose your mind there if you need.

OKAY thanks goodnight.

[pygmi-says-hi]

writing tips - sick/poisoning fics

so since you guys ate up the injury thing like holy fuck 1.5k notes in 24 hours??? hello?? I thought I'd do a semi-related one about sickness.

disclaimer because you guys thoroughly reminded me of this: medicine is fucking weird and everybody reacts differently. this is blanket statement information, not the mayo clinic. idc that 'oh my cousin had that disease and he didn't have that symptom' okay whatever like sorry but that's not the point of this post. this is just to eliminate egregious mistakes. I'm not looking into every possible way this illness will show up. chill your tits. the comments on the last post were just like. dude. chill.

aurkay so.

poison-related illness.

okay poisoning is such a cool concept and there are literally so many cool effects it can have. Idk why everyone goes with the holy trinity of hallucinations, fainting and nausea. like yeah those are good but there are so many other things???

like internal bleeding. literally the best. I love it. It's slow but hella deadly and sometimes people can't even feel it/don't know what's happening. that's such a great option for whump or some angst. like they didn't know until it was too late. gold.

also - some poisons are not dissolvable in food or drink. Like certain medicines, they lose effectiveness if digested instead of injected intravenously. obviously you don't have to know that but if you wanna get into it, do a lil bit of research. could bring up some intriguing scenarios.

infection or sepsis

yoooo. sepsis is lowkey terrifying. infections are similar to actual illness but are caused because of an unsanitary wound. lots of interesting symptoms to browse here:

fever, cramps, fainting, hallucinations, dehydration, delirium, nausea, sores, sepsis, organ failure and on and on and on.

infection happens so fast too. like forget to change a bandage once and boom it could be infected. (is that a whump opportunity I hear...?)

sepsis is like the point of no return pretty much. Unless you've got crazy medical technology, sepsis is really really bad. basically, it's when the body overreacts and starts to damage its own tissue. leading to organ failure and then eventually death. spooky.

regular illness

this just means like a virus or something. a key point of viruses is an elevated temperature and dehydration; the body's primary responses. burn the bug out and dehydrate it.

depending on the illness, symptoms will vary. respiratory infections or viruses involve congestion, coughing, sore throats, a rattly breathing sound, and productive coughing (phlegm and mucus). Stomach illnesses include cramps, nausea, dehydration, dizziness, low blood sugar, weight loss, and diarrhea. these can overlap but mostly those are the groupings.

with fevers come achy joints and sensitive skin. fever is inflammation, like mild swelling everywhere because of how intense the antibody reaction is.

dehydration sets in really quick. really bad dehydration induces dizziness, nausea, diarrhea, delirium, lethargy, and fainting. great motivation for a whumper to possibly restrict whumpee's water intake...?

just some prompts! kinda low energy today sorry I haven't been posting, xox

[destinationtrekk]

not there yet

Wesker doesn't realize he's in a love story until he's nearly too late.

1.3k, BSAA reader, RE5 Wesker, Ada Wong my love, whump, hurt/comfort, he gives you T-Virus because that's his love language, friends to enemies to ?????, he shoots you (out of love), he's probably ooc (don't care!)

a/n: all my fics are cross posted to my ao3

-> masterlist

-> not there yet on ao3

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You had not wanted to be in Africa, now or ever, but Chris had a certain way of pouting that made you agree to anything he asked. The sight of Wesker was not so much a surprise as it was a relief. Your team had been tracking him for ages, and to stumble upon him here of all places was a cruel gift.

Now, as his dark form stood above you, his pistol pointed at your head, you wanted to smile around the pain that tore through you. His long coat billowed around his legs, and you saw the glow of his eyes behind his glasses, one of the lenses cracked, and you wondered if he had even noticed it through all the commotion.

You smiled sadly at him, "W-Wait, Al..."

He scowled as you used his silly nickname, one only you could get away with, a sickly sweet melody to his ears. You looked down at your abdomen, your hand doing a poor job of stemming the blood flowing out of a stab wound on your hip. You were starting to feel sick - despite your job, you never did get used to seeing that much blood.

He grit out a quiet, "What is it?" between his teeth, and you turned your head back toward him. You smiled again, feeling blood begin to drip down your forehead. "Do you remember the night we got drunk in your office? and you had to drive me home because I could barely stand," You couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound turning into a violent cough and blood splattering across your lap.

He looked disgusted for a moment, and then his expression froze. He clenched his jaw, and you took a moment to memorize his face. He shook his head like it would clear his memories and looked at you darkly. "This isn't a love story, dearheart."

You smirked, head falling back against the rubble you were splayed across. "Yeah it is, Wes'," You murmured weakly, starting to gag against the blood climbing your throat, "We just haven't got there yet."

He looked heartbroken for half a second, and then his hand tightened on the trigger. You prepared for a mercy shot, but in a split second, his arm shifted and you felt excruciating pain ripping through your thigh. You never got used to the bullet wounds, either. You couldn't scream, short on air, but you felt the muscle spasm, warm liquid beginning to pool under your leg, joining the rest of the bloody mess.

The room began to swim as he turned to walk away, his shoulders hunched and steps slow. "Couldn't even make the kill, could you?" You taunted after him, playful even in death. Your vision started to go, spots flickering, and your last sight was his pause to turn his head and give you one last, devastated glance over his shoulder

-

Low voices voices roused you awake, or to some nauseating semblance of it. Immediately next was rippling pain across your stomach and legs, a steady ache building behind your eyes. It took a few seconds, and nearly all your energy, but you cracked your eyes open and groaned. Cold, wet arms were holding you against a firm chest, and your head lolled around as you tried to get a look around. You made out a long, dim hallway through your blurred vision, and a slim woman walking ahead, a familiar red dress practically painted on her.

 You managed to roll your head around to look at who was holding you, and your lips twitched into a weak smile. Wesker, his face covered in blood and dirt and his glasses missing, had you in his arms. The acrid tang of blood was coating his clothes, and you felt the sticky warmth of it against your cheek as you collapsed your head against his chest. You felt more than heard his sharp inhale, and coughed out some semblance of a laugh before you whined in pain. "Told you," You slurred, voice weak and thick with pain. You started to drift off again when you heard his low voice, sounding much more urgent than before, and then you were gone again.

-

Their voices were much louder when you came around this time, and the pain had subsided considerably. All you felt now were dull aches pulsating through your abdomen, and a weak throb in your leg where his bullet had ripped through. You felt odd, like you were seeing, or rather hearing, the world in high definition for the first time.

"She should be awake by now," a low, rumbling voice on the left, followed by a much lighter tone. "You nearly beat her to death, Albert. These things take time."

You tried to swallow, but it turned into a rough choke as you felt thick blood coating your throat, dried into a sickly coalescence now. The voices picked up in urgency, metal clanging together around you before you attempted a deep breathing, realizing something was shoved down your throat. You choked again, eyes snapping open, as you reached up, desperately clawing at your neck like you could tear though and clear the airway yourself.

Nearly immediately, the oxygen tube was out of your mouth and you began to cough roughly. Warm hands pulled your fingers away from your neck and held them still while you took deep, trembling breaths. Wesker was standing above you, sans glasses with his glowing eyes narrowed in... concern? You couldn't tell, too busy trying to breathe through the shock. Ada Wong was looking at you as well, her expression much more worried than his. You laughed without humor and looked at both of them blearily, letting your head fall back against the table with a dull thud. "Knew it," You managed to whisper, voice hoarse and quiet. "Couldn't let me go."

Wesker growled a warning sound and looked at Ada, who promptly left the room. His hands were still on your wrist, holding your arm still against the cold metal table. "Shut up," he grit between his teeth. "This changes nothing. I could hardly leave you to die when you could be so useful to me."

You rolled your eyes and flinched at the sharp flare it sent your head. His grip tightened on you, before he let go all together, your skin cold where his warm hands had been. "You nearly did it though - beat me to death, I mean." You rasped, throat too sore for much else.

He reached behind him, grabbing a water bottle. He quickly opened it and helped you take a few sips, a scowl still staining his face. "Not so much a love story now, is it?"

You grinned and coughed wetly, turning away from him until you caught your breath. "Told you we weren't there yet, didn't I?"

You didn't so much care about what came next, only that you were here, with him. His hair was ruffled, likely from running his hands through it in worry, as he was apt to do. Your eyes roamed his torso, noting his bruised collarbones, exposed by the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. When you met his gaze again, he looked something near shameful.

"It'll take a few more days for the virus to do its work, but you'll be fine." He murmured, uncharacteristically soft. You frowned at him, and then noted the syringe in his lap like he had dropped it mindlessly. Your expression fell, and you slowly locked eyes on him again.

"I'm not sorry." A twinge of remorse coated his lie. "I need you alive, because - you're useful. That's it."

You raised your head enough to find his hand again, weakly intertwining your bloody fingers with his. A myriad of confusing emotions swelled in your chest, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his palm, dried blood flaking off your skin onto his. "Then I'll be useful. Hated the BSAA anyway."

The look he gave you then was raw, his eyes wide as he searched your face. All you could do was smile tiredly, and close your eyes again. His other hand wrapped around where your fingers were twisted together, and you heard him finally let out a sigh of relief.

[kayetra-spade-queen]

I realized I haven't shared much of my Little Singham works. I've made fanarts, but I always post then on my Instagram and I don't post it here.

Well, now I'm gonna talk about the Little Singham In Multiverse movie, specifically the variant versions of LS (god, that's was an entire fever dream-). There are already some of them who had a backstory, but for those who doesn't, beware of the insanity I'm about to pull.

Raj Singham;

We got nothing to how he got into the position he has now. He was introduced like some guardian to this little town, fought this woman (I forgot her name) for light, and won.

For his backstory, I come up with some... Angsty shit.

So basically, back when he was younger, his town (not the town he protects now) was caught in some massacre, and he was the one and only survivor and escapee of that massacre. His parents, along with his newborn baby sister died in that massacre.

Baaghi Singham;

We also didn't know much about Baaghi aside that he's friends with this guy named Vikram, then their friendship broke off because of a misunderstanding because Vikram was brainwashed, then they reconciled after winning a fight and that's it.

I'll also give Baaghi of an angsty backstory, but not as bad as Raj's.

Baaghi's father was a soldier, and his mother is a nurse of the medic team. They died during a war, and he stayed with his grandmother until she eventually died as well due to old age, leaving Baaghi orphaned.

Ronin Singham;

Oh boy, this child is my absolute favorite. When I made the fanart piece of Ronin and Dragon one time, I literally spewed a lot of shit on the spot while posting.

This kid is most likely half-Japanese since one, he had Ronin as his name/title, and a ronin means a samurai without a master, and the place he's at right now might be Tokyo. We only know that he's some sort of ronin who roams around Tokyo to protect it from evil, then some Kaiju came about, and he have to fight them.

And for his backstory, oh boy how I've gone absolutely ham on it.

Basically, Ronin was born to be a core vessel of some sort of unknown energy. The woman who gave birth to him, his "mother", was one of the scientist in this project, and made him for the sole reason to become an experiment. Ronin was the only survivor and a success of the experiment, as the previous subjects died. His experiment name was A4N35, and it was the only identity Ronin had ever since he was born. Years later after Ronin escaped the lab, he destroyed the lab by exploding it, including his birth mother, but he's completely unaware that the scientists inside had died due to that explosion.

The energy that Ronin became subjected to become the core vessel to was taking a great toll on him; using the energy as a weapon as a means to fight became too painful for him to bear, so he never bothered to try and learn it. The energy is slowly replacing his blood, often he have the spikes and coughed out huge amounts of blood and became absolutely immobile as he would wait the pain out to pass before continuing what he was doing before, and it was like that for years to the point he treated it as normal.

He was given the name 'Suzuki Sora' after the other Singhams realized that Ronin never had an actual identity this whole time, with 'Sora' had the meaning of 'sky', while ''Suzuki' was the surname of his late birth mother.

Veer Singham;

His story was already a clear cut; a long lost prince of the kingdom who got kidnapped as a baby by his own uncle, fought his long lost father on a daily basis until they found out who he really is, and was officially crowned as the prince of the kingdom.

His mother seemed to have died at childbirth, that's why she was never been showcased throughout the entire flashback.

Aadi Singham;

A literal caveman where dinosaurs still roamed. His people of his village disappeared one day, and robots suddenly came out of nowhere and attacked him and his dino kid friend.

Dragon Singham;

What I like to depict him as the mature and elegant friend of this multiverse friend group. For some reason he's slightly shorter than the rest, and had a different face too. I'm sure he's either half-Chinese or fully Chinese.

He got his dragon powers after absorbing some power from a magical wood with a dragon carving on it, fought the evil that had been taking the people's food, and won.

For his backstory, I think he was left at his laoshi's doorstep when he was a few months old, and had been under the care of his laoshi ever since. He had no clue if he still had family or not.

The fact that his laoshi named him 'Dragon' is wild, even before he got those dragon powers. So I'll give Dragon an actual name this time; 'Wang Haoyu'.

Shakti Singham;

Idk what's the deal with this one, but he's definitely older than everyone else in the group with how big he really is, not to mention he had muscles too.

Basically Tarzan in a nutshell, protecting the giant animals that resides in the forest that he lives in.

For backstory, it'll be like Tarzan like I said, cuz how the hell did he ended up there?

I think he's gonna be close to Dragon to the point of bonding brotherhood, cuz look at the pic; they went on the same portal, and they give off brotherly vibes too when they left. So I think Dragon and Shakti are gonna hang out a lot.

Extra:

My fanart for Ronin and Dragon with some extra stuff

Base credit: DAHAN_illust (Twitter/X)

[kimbap-r0ll]

Keep in mind that giving fairies your real name gives them control over you, but I like to imagine a scenario where if malleus Overblot, he resists it enough to order Yuu to get far away from him as possible because he doesn’t want to hurt them, and it’s the only time he controlled them

Sorry this is so late, I was super busy before but now I should have some more time for writing! I didn't know about this with fae, but ooh I love angst! I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you for the scenario!

Overblot!Malleus x gn!reader : Calling Your Name

You felt as though your lungs were going to give up on you. You could feel the fog getting thicker the further you ran. Why was the school surrounded by a forest? At least in the section that you and Malleus had agreed to take a walk in, and there happened to be an overblot monster in the woods as well! It was a really strong one, perhaps one that had been living in the woods for centuries. The moment Malleus sensed the monster, he shielded you away from its attacks. It was the dorm leader that had fought against the monster while you could only sit back and watch pathetically as Malleus got hurt. He was overusing his magic, and he knew that it was only a few minutes before he too overblotted.

"Child of man," he huffed, brushing his hair out of his face. His eyes were glowing, there was blood trickling from his forehead. "I need you to get away from here, I don't have much time until I lose control over the magic I use."

You felt your eyes widen. "W-what do you mean Malleus? Are you going to overblot?" you asked, Malleus didn't respond. He gave you a soft smile though, his eyes almost desperate.

"I want you to know that you are someone special to me. I don't know if I will ever feel so much warmth from another person when you are gone, but what matters to me right now is your safety, y/n," he responds. He stretches out a hand to you, almost like he was pushing you away.

"A fae can control someone if they know their name," he starts, but then the overblotted phantom attacks him. Malleus shoots a beam of light against the monster, but it quickly regenerates an arm. Malleus puts his attention back on you, you who is too afraid to do anything to help.

"This works when the person is close to the fae, though I haven't heard of the effects working when a person is far away," he adds on, dodging an attack.

"If I overblot, I fear I may do the worst to those around me, including you, my dear. I don't want to be the one to hurt you, so please, run away," he continues. You feel a gush of wind pushing against you, likely him trying to get you away from him.

"No! There needs to be another way, I-I can try to help you fight!" you try to step towards him, but a bolt of lightning stops you. Malleus pulls his arms towards him, like he is hurting in his chest. You can see drops an inky substance forming on him, dropping like the blood that has fallen from his wounds. "Malleus!" you call out to him, but he doesn't look at you.

"Child of man, I admire your bravery, your kindness, your will to not give up," he coughs out. The energy around you seems to be rising, the pressure almost causing you to suffocate. This was the result of magic accumulating, you knew you only had a bit before the Malleus you knew would disappear and be replaced with whatever overblot monster he would become.

"I don't want to see you hurt, I don't want to see you under anyone's control, especially not mine," he looks at you weakly, trying once again to reach out to you but the monster hit him in the stomach with one of its tentacle-like arms. "I need you to run, don't look back."

Suddenly, your legs seemed to move on your own. You were being forced escape by your boyfriend, the one that was risking his life for you.

"Malleus, wait! No, I can't leave you here alone!" you cry out, but your body was forcing you to look the opposite way, forcing you to flee.

"I love you, y/n," he breathed out, too soft for you to hear. He could say your name freely for the last time before it would bring danger to you. If he could work a spell on him to forget about you, he would. He didn't want to see you in danger.

Perhaps, that was the only thing he could do. But he didn't have time to think about that, since the next moment he closed his eyes, everything went pitch black.

You were running. Running like your lungs were on fire. Suddenly, your legs were moving on their own, it didn't feel like there was a magical force on them. Did Malleus win? Was he telling you to come back? No, that wouldn't explain the growing pressure that was in the forest. Before you could stop and see what was going on from behind you, you heard a loud boom and a flash of light. There was a roar, one akin to what a dragon would sound like.

You squeezed your eyes, feeling the tears flow down your cheeks. "Malleus," you said quietly, gripping your hands tighter as you ran. You felt powerless, pathetic, weak like the human that you were. How would you explain this situation to LIlia, Sebek, or Silver? Were you supposed to go back and try to get Malleus back?

All you could do right now was run. Malleus, on the other hand, had gotten rid of the overblotted monster. Whatever soft prince was left of him was gone. All that remained was a colder version of himself, one that didn't want to be alone again, and what better cure of that than you. He had to find you.

"Y/n," he rose from the corpse of the monster, ink dropping from his hair and his eyes, almost like the tears he had cried right before he overblotted. "Where could you be?"

You looked into the forest, the forest that you had escaped from just a few minutes ago. It felt like someone was calling for you. Now, you had to decide, were you going to listen to Malleus telling you to go away as far as you could, or were you going to follow the voice into the forest?

Taking a deep breath in, you took a step.

[blairwriting]

Miss Missing You (a Mikey Way one-shot/short story)

"So what's the plan?" You ask your friend, Mikey. You both had been running for days, trying to find shelter. You are low on supplies and food, and your body is weak from expending energy without the proper nutrition needed. You wouldn't survive long if you kept this up. You both knew that.

"I don't know." He says sadly.

You sigh, "we need food, Mikes."

"I know."

The two of you continued to walk through the dilapidated city, that just a year ago had been thriving, but was now nothing but ruin.

You walk in silence, the only sounds heard were low whistles of the hot wind. The sweat covering your back increased as the scorching sun beat down on you, and your throat feels like sandpaper from the lack of water. You walk the lonely, long-forgotten road of the city holding onto the last bit of hope you had that you would make it through this.

The silence is broken as a piercing scream echoes through the crumbling buildings. You and Mikey look at each other before running after who- or what- that was. After a minute you find the source of the calls; a young boy around your age cowering in the corner of one of the stone ruins, while two zombies slowly and creepily approach him. You and Mikey pull out your knifes and take down the foul creatures, avoiding getting bitten, knowing that if you did it would not end well. If you were bitten, it would turn you into one of those gruesome beasts unless it was in a place where you could use amputation, like an arm or leg.

After you were sure they are dead, you hurry over to the trembling boy.

"It's okay, they're gone," You comfort him. He looks up at you through his fogged glasses, his blond hair is matted and messy.

"Thank you," He says.

"You're welcome. What is your name?" You ask.

"Patrick," he answers, standing up.

"Well, Patrick, would you like to join us? We need more people on or side," you smile slightly.

He shrugs, "sure, it sucks when you are alone. Especially now," he says, glancing at the broken land.

You guys start off again, keeping our weapons close.

-

It was now nightfall and you decide to stop for the night, seeing as you are all exhausted. You are going to stay up and keep watch for the first few hours, the it was Mikey's turn, then Patrick's.

The two of them are sound asleep, and soft snores are making their way out of Mikey's partially open mouth.

It's peaceful, the moon is full and the wind is now cool and feels good on your sunburnt skin. You sit in the comfortable silence, looking up at the starlit sky. It's beautiful.

After an hour or so, you hear grunts coming from somewhere off in the distance. You look around and don't see anything, but you are still worried. You scoot over to where Mikey lay in blissful sleep. You softly shake him awake; he groans and keeps his eyes closed.

"Mikey, I think something is close," you say hurriedly and fearfully.

He opened his eyes shoot open, but a second later something pounces on you. You scream out of shock and attempt to fight off the zombie on top of you. Mikey is quick to grab a gun and shoot it in it's head, but it is too late. You feel blood pouring from your neck, and the venom making its way into your bloodstream. You look up at Mikey and Patrick, (who had woken up from the commotion) both of them wear broken expressions. Patrick, who you haven't known for long, looks as though he was fighting tears, and Mikey had fallen to his knees, tears falling freely.

"No..." he whispers.

Your vision is starting to blur and your insides are twisting and You feel like throwing up.

"Mikes, I can feel it coming," You cry.

He sobs harder. You start coughing violently, purging black spit and blood.

"You have to do it," You say hoarsely. he knows what You mean. He has to kill you.

"No!" He cry's.

"You have to! I can't become one of them!" You sob.

"I-I can't! I love you!" He confesses.

You freeze, "w-what?" You ask, your voice hardly above a whisper.

"I love you! I have loved you for years, and now I'm loosing you."

"I love you too, Mikey," You say softly, putting your hand under his chin and tilting his head up to look at you, "but it will hurt you more to see me as one of those...things."

"B-But I can't," He mumbles, "how will I go on without you? You are the only thing that gives me hope."

You look at him with sadness, "things are better if you stay."

He looks you in the eye; he knows he has to do it. He nods slowly, more tears falling down his face.

He grabs the gun beside him and shakily points it at your head.

"Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger," You whisper.

"I love you," he says once more before a loud band rings through your ears and everything goes black.

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