#i just wanted to test how animating the spinning head would be like

[nebuladreamz]

POV: Your friend gets a little silly

[silverskyeline]

'bad idea, right?' 18+ dofp!logan x f!reader

summary: your father hired him to protect you, not to fuck you. but logan never really liked playing by the rules. (1.7k) tags: set in the 70s, logan goes down on reader, fingering, squirting, lots of dirty talk, messy, overstimulation if you squint, logan calls the reader 'princess, babygirl' etc, for the 'timetravel' prompt for logan promptober.

"that's it, there we go. . ." logan hums, his voice muffled as he eagerly laps at you with his large tongue, "daddy never let you have any fun, babygirl?"

he grins, ". . . but, daddy ain't here right now though, is he?"

you know this is a bad idea, know you shouldn't be doing this. your father's vengeance upon the stranger between your thighs would be so swift and cruel, but you find yourself unable to care.

his tongue expertly drifts through your wet folds as he groans, sending reverberations right to your core. those large, calloused paws of his grip at your thighs, his thick digits pressing into your soft flesh deeply. he's messy, the best kind of messy, lapping at you like an animal, like a man deprived.

"taste so fuckin' good," he grumbles against your pussy, deep hazel eyes finally opening to look up at you. they're glazed, and so is he, his chin dripping with your slick. but he's not done with you yet, "look how fuckin' wet you are already, you're literally dripping. . ."

your cheeks flush at his almost mocking tone, fingers threading through his hair as if to encourage him. you're not sure how you got here, except you are. the moment he walked through that door, sent by your father to protect you, you felt an ache build between your legs.

you could tell he sensed it too, the way his words and sentences were crafted almost expertly to have you wet and wanting all within twenty minutes of first laying eyes on him. no other guard has ever had you moaning like this, soaked like this, splayed out on your back like this.

but you're pulled from your thoughts when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently. your head falls back, moans spilling out into the apartment your father had rented as the man your father had rented devours you.

"such pretty sounds," logan growls against you, tongue flicking before pressing flat against you, "you're gonna wake the neighbours. c'mon, let 'em hear what i'm doin' to you."

your head is spinning, his words causing heat to pool low in your belly. he nuzzles against you, nose brushing against your swollen clit before he dives back down to your entrance, tongue dipping back inside to fuck you. it's almost too much, the way he makes light work of you as if it's so easy, as if he knows your body better than you know it, without even knowing more than just your name.

"that's it," he coos, grinning between your thighs as he kisses his way back up to your swollen bud once more, "moan for me, wanna hear you scream. i told you, want them to hear how good i'm fuckin' you." that's when you feel them, his thick fingers circling against your hole, teasing you, almost warning you.

but it's not a warning, it's a promise. one that you want - no, fuck that, one that you need. you roll your hips a little in response, moaning and whimpering beneath him, pleading without words.

logan smirks, he knows what you need, of course he knows. he saw the way you eyed his hands, the way you watched him flex them subconsciously - he knew you wanted them buried inside of your begging cunt as soon as he entered the apartment, could smell your want, your hunger.

he was paid to protect you, after all, and how better to protect you than to keep you fucked out in his hands at all times?

just one, at first. one finger slides inside, testing you. it's tight, really tight, and wet, a soft slick sound filling the air as his finger slides inside of you. "oh, been a good girl have you?" logan teases, but it's not like he cares how many people you've been with before him. he's the only one who's ever going to matter, anyway.

then another, you're gasping and moaning at the feeling of him filling you. his fingers are pretty big, much bigger than your own. his tongue dances across your clit, urging you to relax as he stretches you, and you do. he feels you settling, a groan rumbling from his throat as he eases into you.

but when a third finger enters on the next thrust, you're gripping the sheets and calling his name. it's thick, his three fingers filling you almost completely. you wonder how big he actually is and how he compares to his fingers, but your thoughts dissipate as he begins pumping them in and out of you steadily.

"that's it, there we go. . ." logan hums, his voice muffled as he eagerly laps at you with his large tongue, "daddy never let you have any fun, babygirl?"

he grins, ". . . but, daddy ain't here right now though, is he?"

your breath catches in your throat, looking down at him through hooded lids as he fucks his fingers into you faster. his eyes are locked on yours, lips and tongue lavishing your clit with the attention he knows it deserves.

"never had a man like me before, have ya?" logan mumbles, mouth half full with you, "never had a man to really show you how it's done."

you'd answer if you could, but your mind feels like liquid, unable to form or grip any solid coherent thought other than you don't want this to stop, don't want it to ever stop. instead, you tug at his hair, moaning his name over and over like a prayer. his name tastes sweet on your lips, a name you know you'll be calling out in a lust-filled haze on nights when you're particularly lonely. nights where you want, crave the touch from that stranger who nestled between your thighs and lapped like you were a fresh spring and he, a desperate parched man.

he feels you flutter around his fingers and he smirks against your clit. the sweet symphony of your moans reverberating against his ears has his dick twitching in his jeans, aching for release, aching to replace his fingers.

but not now, not while you're writhing so perfectly for him, coming undone at just a few strokes. you wonder how you would handle his cock when you're already close to bursting with his fingers, but who could blame you? the way he curls and pumps and glides them in and out of your tight pussy, you'd think he already knew all of your sweet spots, knew you inside out, without knowing you at all.

logan is just a stranger, but you know the memory of him will be burned between your thighs, making you throb, forever.

"gonna cum, aren't you?" he growls against you, picking up the pace. his fingers curl just slightly, enough to brush against your spongey g-spot on the next thrust, just enough for you to tense up and gasp.

you can't deny it either, there's a tidal wave coming that threatens to destroy you. it's rising slowly. you can't stop it. and it's crafted by him, by the man between your thighs. but you don't want to stop it, you just worry about who you'll be when you resurface on the other side, gasping for air, lost at sea, changed forever.

nodding, you let a whine slip from your lips, feeling a sensation build, your breathing ragged. it's coming, you're cumming. and instead of taking it easy on you, calming the waters, logan encourages the overwhelming waves with a curl of his fingers.

that's all it takes, all it takes for you to cum harder than you've ever cum before. you feel a gush, hot liquid coating your thighs and along his face as he fucks his three fingers into you deeper, hitting that same spot in every thrust. you're screaming his name, fist clenching in his hair in an iron grip as you roll your hips against his face. he's taking it too, tongue assaulting your clit in all the right ways to increase the pitch of your desperate screams.

and he loves it, loves the way you become so messy for him, coating those fresh sheets and his skin. he's moaning too, not that you can hear it over your ecstasy, but it's there, low like a growl beneath every cry.

"good girl. . ." he groans, pumping his fingers in and out of you relentlessly as you clench around him rhythmically, feeling his cock throb in his jeans at the sensation. he just knows you'll take him so well, knows you'll sound even better when it's his fat cock you're cumming around instead of his fingers.

it's almost too much, feeling yourself come apart at the seams as he stitches you back together with those calloused fingers of his through each thrust. and just as quickly as the waves come, they calm all at once, washing over you slowly, sending goosebumps rippling across your soft, supple skin. logan slows too, licking stripes along your cunt to catch the remnants of your release.

"holy shit," he grins wolfishly, proudly as he presses a few kisses to the inside of your thigh, "don't need to introduce myself to the neighbours anymore, i guess, already know me by name."

you flush deeply, running your fingers through your hair as you release his, resting back against the bed fully. there's a witty quip on the tip of your tongue, but it melts away at the feeling of him pulling his fingers out of you.

"this. . . can't happen again," you whisper, shaking your head as your eyes fix on the ceiling above you.

but logan smirks, he knows you don't really mean that. knows you're just trying to convince yourself that you won't crave him in your core, that he won't flash in your mind when another person finds their home between your thighs.

"whatever you say, princess," he shrugs, sitting up as he wipes your delicious slick from his beard and chin.

you glance up at him, his bare chest, muscles tensing coupled with those pretty blue jeans. fuck. fuck. this wasn't happening. dad would kill him, kill you too probably.

"but," you find yourself beginning to speak, unable to stop the words from fighting their way out, "suppose it could be our secret. . . if it did."

ah, there it is. there's the admission logan knew was coming. he knew it was gonna come the second he wrapped his lips around that swollen little clit of yours. you just needed someone to fuck you right, fuck you proper, fuck you dirty like you deserve.

besides, logan never really liked playing by the rules, anyway.

[gguk-n]

The moment (Zhou Guanyu x Reader)

Summary- In a world where soulmates exist. Some people's world is black and white till they meet their soulmate. Guanyu has found a way to make things work in Formula One with his world in grey scale.

Being a Formula One driver with your world in grey scale was a tough task. Yet, Guanyu navigated these challenges with ease. For someone who had never seen colour, it never bothered him. It was another Sunday on the track. He did wonder how ugly his team colour was when people kept saying that the green was atrocious but to him the hue didn't seem as bad.

Y/N was a vet by profession. She loved animals big and small and had just moved to the city from the country side to be closer to her parents. Working with large animals was always fun but she did want to experience what it was like to treat small cute house pets.

It was the summer break in 2024 and Guanyu was back home with his family and his cute pet cat, da zhang (sweetcorn). Guanyu was lounging around when he saw his cat jump down from the corner of his eyes and leap up to swallow a small piece of shiny metal on the floor. Guanyu wasn't sure how it got there or what it was and what he was supposed to do. He leapt up and tried to pry her mouth open to no avail. He quickly grabbed the carrier and raced to the vet. He wasn't sure what his cat had consumed or how it got there.

At the vet, his regular vet was on leave and the receptionist said she would have someone else come in and look at da zhang soon and to wait in a separate room. Guanyu was pacing the room while muttering something with his cat still in the carrier staring at her dad. Than he heard the door of the waiting room click open. He looked up to start telling the doctor what happened when his eyes felt like they hurt, his head hurt and suddenly the whole world was bright and colourful. He was shocked to say the least. It seemed like so was the vet, but she quickly composed herself and proceeded to pet the cat.

Y/N felt like her world was spinning till it wasn't. She had never seen colour before but everything seemed so perfect now they she could, even though she had never wondered what it would be like before. She was happy to see a distressed pet parent for the first time, making her feel guilty for the glee she felt. "What seems to be the problem?" she asked, trying to calm her racing heart. Guanyu explained the events of an hour before while she nodded along, she was staring and probably drooling, but who wouldn't if their soulmate was this cute. She examined the cat, "I'll run a few tests on her just to be sure. But I think she swallowed whatever it was and it's in her stomach probably. So, I'll be right back" she said and disappeared with da zhang who had become very friendly with her dad's soulmate.

An hour later, the vet, his soulmate, who's name he forget because he was too preoccupied came back with da zhang in tow. "It's all good. She swallowed a coin, it in her tummy. You should give her plenty of water and a lot of fibre so that she can pass it out soon. There's nothing to worry about" she reassured. "Thank you. Dr..." Guanyu trailed off. "Y/N Y/L/N" she smiled, "You already forgot my name" she laughed. "Sorry, I couldn't focus" he replied, was it because of da zhang or Y/N, the world will never know. He took the cat in his arms and started petting her, "You scared me there. But I got to meet your mom" he mumbled making Y/N blush at those words. "So, when do you get of?" he asked now looking at Y/N expectantly. "In a few hours" she replied. "There's a lot we have to catch up on, soulmate" Guanyu said, slowly. "yeah there is, soulmate" she replied.

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Chapter 7

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

Trying to balance good writing with getting out chapters quickly so bare with me!

Content warnings - violence and death, cursing

“It’s a clock!” Katniss exclaims. “Wiress, you’re a genius!”

Katniss explains to the group how the arena works, making you realize that you running into the tribute during the lightning was just a coincidence, and the lightning didn’t always mean danger.

The group decides to go to the cornucopia to survey the arena and test their theory. You would like to grab a weapon but you don’t know if that’s allowed. Katniss already confiscated the arrow she shot you with so all you have is a weak arm and an injured arm.

Finnick walks between you and Peeta, with Katniss behind him. You really need to earn her trust back if you’re going to stay with the group, although, you don’t know how much she trusted you to begin with.

Katniss and Peeta warily eye you as you look through the weapons, trying to find a knife or two. Too many large weapons will just slow you down. You’d rather just have a few knives on you.

“She’s fine,” you hear Finnick tell the pair. “It’s safer for us that she is armed in case we get attacked. She’s already told me she doesn’t want to kill you so I doubt she’ll throw any knives your way. She knows the difference between doing damage in a fight and killing. Just give her space and don’t act so on edge around her. She’s doing her best.”

Katniss lowers her bow but doesn’t make any move to distance herself from you. It seems like the guarding followed you from the capital to the arena.

The group sits down as Peeta draws a map of the arena. Wiress goes down to the water to clean off some wire Beetee got that you assume is for his big smart plan.

“Did you see anything where you went?” Finnick asks you. You shake your head and just point at the lightning Peeta drew on the map.

“Just lightning?” he confirms and you nod your head. Looking at the map, you’re glad you only ended up with lightning. The rest of the jungle looks terrifying.

The group begins chatting about birds in mines when you hear a sudden gasp. You all turn to see Gloss slitting Wiress’ throat. If the capital wanted you to act feral, they were about to get a show.

It happened so fast. Katniss shot Gloss before Johanna threw an axe into Cashmere, killing her instantly. You noticed Brutus and Enobaria going for Finnick and Katniss but you were too far away to stop the knife Enobaria threw from sinking into Finnick thigh. She’s dead.

You charge at her, screaming like a wild animal. She seems ready for your attack, however, and positions herself for your oncoming blow. You collide with her, sending both of you to the ground.

There’s no time to reach for the blade tucked into your belt. You claw at her face, drawing blood, as she attempts to push you off her. She’s successful in rolling the two of you over, putting herself on top. You go to grab for a knife when her teeth sink into your wrist, shooting pain through your whole body. It’s a shock she didn’t bite your whole hand off.

That’s when the cornucopia starts spinning. Enobaria leaps off of you and tries her best to escape with Brutus while the rest of the group is caught off guard by the movement. You clutch onto the rocks with your good arm but you can feel yourself slipping.

Katniss falls off the same time you do, sending both of you into the water. Even with your bad arm, you’re still a better swimmer, so when the water calms you’re able to orient yourself.

You spot Katniss struggling to find the surface a few yards away from you, so you dive back under and swim to her. Bracing yourself for human contact, you grab her arm and start propelling her to the surface. It takes her a second to realize you’re helping, especially with the amount of blood you’re releasing into the water, but she swims with you till you reach air again.

Peeta helps her out of the water, checking to make sure she’s ok. You do your best to pull yourself up but you’re in too much pain. Finnick takes notice and grabs onto you, yanking you onto the rocks.

He doesn’t even have to say what you’re thinking. The bite looks bad. It’s hard to tell if Enobaria punctured the vein in your wrist but you think she did due to the amount it’s bleeding.

“Johanna,” Finnick calls. “Do we have any bandages left?”

“Nope,” she shouts. “The only ones we had went to Volts.”

“Shit,” he mutters, trying to figure out what to do. He uses your knife to cut the arm off your wetsuit, apologizing that he had to cut yours as his was destroyed by the fog. He wraps the fabric tightly around your wrist, trying to stop the bleeding.

“This should work until we can get some sponsors to send us something better,” he states. You shake your head at him. Sponsors wouldn’t send you anything. You were on your own.

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[mewhenimanangel]

—synopsis. you finally perform the solo you’d been practicing for the last three months. eren is sure to show up for you

—chapter 8 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚content!: au-high school, teenage romance, black reader, ballet dancer reader, cheesy romance, idiots in love

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"you did what?!" lana whisper-yelled, scolding you as you stretched on the barre. you told her about how you blew off eren's date and told him off monday morning. she asked you how you and eren were doing since she hasn't seen you guys together all week.

you told her about how painfully awkward math class was. for the first time since sitting with each other, you and eren spent the entire lesson focused on mr ryan and writing down the notes. you even moved your self over a bit so to not bump against him.

"is this because of your dad?" lana asked. you rolled your eyes, she knew you too well. during your depressive episodes, lana was the one person you never successfully pushed away. she would show up to your house with snacks and a stuffed animal she thought you would like, your room was growing a collection at this point.

she would then spend the night with you in your bed so you weren't alone.

"maybe it is" you told her as you changed positions according to mrs jaeger's instructions.

"dude. i'm sorry but you can't keep doing this" she scoffed. "what? don't tell me how to cope with my feelings" you got a little defensive.

"you can't be serious." lana deadpanned "girls. focus." mrs jaeger said. "we're not done with this conversation" she whispered.

once mrs jaeger was done with practice, you joined lana at your designated spot in the room.

"listen i know how you get but eren didn't deserve that. he actually really likes you" she chugged her water before continuing "the fact that he even came up to you proves that. don't shut him out."

"fine you're right that he doesn't deserve it but..i think we might as well just leave it there. the show's in a week and i've been slacking off. plus i saw that he followed historia on ig again" you scoffed.

"okay that part is weird. but you can't be upset when you're the one that literally told him to go back to her. that's literally your fault"

"ugh shut up it's not like i meant for him to literally do it." "relax, i don't think they're back together. it's just a follow. connie would've told me if they did get back together"

"ugh i guess you're right" you sighed, grabbing your duffel bag. "practice?" she asked and you nod your head.

"you want me to come back to take you home?" she asked you. "nah it's fine i'll call my mom" you left the room.

you looked down at your phone for a second before you managed to bump into someone. "sorr- oh." annie cut herself off when she saw you.

you rolled your eyes before beginning to walk away. "so how are you?" she put on a phony apologetic voice. "what do you mean?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"well rumor has it that you and eren are done and he's back with historia. that's gotta hurt doesn't it?" she frowned. "i wonder if mrs jaeger is gonna give me the solo now that you've broken her poor son's heart after slutting yourself out"

"...annie do you fucking hear yourself?  whatever the fuck i have going on has nothing to do with you or this solo. i never got the solo because i was talking to eren, i got it cause i'm actually a good dancer and i know how to do a basic fucking spin." you scoffed.

you put your earbuds in and walked away before she could say anything else. it's like everything in your life was just trying to test you this last week.

you spent the next two hours perfecting your solo and going over your parts in the recital.

unbeknownst to you, eren was out in the hallway watching. he subconsciously stopped outside the room when he was going to ask his mom for the keys to the house again.

eren wondered why you even still bothered with these long practices when every move you did while practicing was perfect. it was kind of silly to him. you spun around and eren quickly ducked past the window he was creeping from.

you furrowed your eyebrows, swearing you'd just seen someone standing there.

by this point you were starving, tired, and developing a headache so you decided it was best to call it a night, calling your mom to tell her you were done. you stumbled out of your pointe shoes and changed into the slides you'd brought with you earlier, putting on a pair of sweats over your shorts.

ʚɞ listen to cherry!

you were practically hyperventilating backstage. today was show day, meaning all the dance recitals including your solo. you were so nervous you felt your heart would drop out of your chest.

"dude relax, it's okay. you're gonna do amazing!" lana threw her arm around you. "yeah for real, we've all seen the way you practiced you're gonna do so fucking good" your friend kailee nod her head.

so far you had danced in your hiphop performance, your class's contemporary piece and your solo was coming up after the next performance, you would be closing the recital.

you were currently dressed in a garnet red backless leotard that had a ruffled skirt like hem, white pantyhose, and a pair of white leg warmers.

your hair was slicked back in the tightest bun with a red peony hairpiece while lana helped you with your makeup after you ended up running a little late this morning. "you actually look perfect" kailee handed you a mirror.

"y/n i hope you're stretched, you're up in two minutes!" mrs jaeger came up to you. your heart dropped all over again hearing those words.

lana and kailee squealed as you got up from the ground and started heading closer to the stage.

you took deep breaths as you waited for the school director to announce your name and you walked out on to stage, waiting for the music to start.

you gracefully danced along to the song, making sure the three months of long and intense practices were evident in the way you move.

you were running on adrenaline, making your body shake before you subconsciously shut the audience out and focused on your movements.

you sharpened every kick, graced every pirouette and every spin, matched your movements with the beat and lyrics of the song.

you pretended there wasn't a crowd of people - which was easy due to the dim lights in the auditorium, you pretended it was just you in the room, you pretended it was just you practicing in front of eren while he sat on the floor of the studio and watched your every move.

you wanted to make every move perfect just for him, even if he wasn't there in the crowd. you couldn't but relate the song to your situation with him as you passionately matched the energy of the song. 'I fall to pieces when I'm with you (why?) Cause I love you so much' you memorized those lyrics throughout your practices, you dragged your right leg back behind you as you bent your body back, lowering your self to the ground to match the dramatics of the music.

you looked into the audience, tripping every so slightly when you saw eren looking back at you. he was in the front row with connie, elbows on the armrests as he held his hands in front of his mouth, studying your every move intently. 

eren had memorized these moves and knew the dance was almost over. his gaze never left you and he noticed how your foot slipped when your eyes met his. but you managed to catch yourself, he loved that about you, you always seemed to find a way to get back up.

once you heard the last beat of the song that you'd become familiar with in the last three months you ended your dance in a pose - laying sideways on the floor with one arm holding you up and the other draped over your head, your eyes didn't leave eren's as you tried to hide your heavy breaths.

you tuned back in once you heard everyone in the audience begin to clap and cheer for you. you got up from the ground, smiled, and curtseyed before leaving the stage as the curtains closed.

once you were back stage, lana and kailee hugged you and began jumping around and squealing.

"i don't know WHY you were nervous that has to be the best performance of the whole show" lana praised you. "yeah seriously everything was perfect" kailee nod her head. the other girls back stage clapped along for you too.

mrs jaeger came over to the three of you clapping her hands before reaching out to hug you. "that was beautiful y/n! i knew i made the right decision making you my soloist. every last move was so graceful, even when you tripped and made it look as though it was part of the routine" she told you.

"thank you mrs jaeger" you smiled. "such a beautiful end to such an amazing recital. you all did wonderful jobs this evening i am truly proud. everyone give yourselves a round of applause"

after taking a group picture, you all went to the dressing rooms to grab your things and meet your families in the auditorium.

you grabbed your duffel bag and put on your sneakers. "we ate every performance up oh my goddd" lana squealed as you walked to join the crowd in the audience. on the way there you bumped into mina and annie who rolled her eyes when she saw you.

"nice performance. you looked somewhat decent" she sighed. "thanks" you scoffed before walking away with lana.

for some reason it hit you hard that this would be your last performance, it was almost bittersweet. "can't believe we're leaving this place after this year" lana sighed as you entered the auditorium.

"it's crazy we're literally graduating.."

you scanned the audience for your mom before she turned around, smiling as she made her way to you. "ohhh my baby. you did so good, it was beautiful! and you had the audacity to be nervous like you weren't gonna blow the crowd away!" she hugged you and bobbed from side to side.

"you liked it?" you smiled. "i loved it!" she cheered as she gave you the bouquet of pink peonies. "yeah you actually looked really good" enya chimed in. "thanks kid" you smiled as you brought her in for a side hug.

"ohhh and lana you looked amazing up there sweetie" she pulled your friend into a hug. "every chasse every spin every move ugh you girls are perfect. you keep me young" your mom pulled you into the group hug.

"thank you so much mrs l/n" lana grinned. "oh hang on i'll see you guys later i see my dad" she told you as you all said goodbye.

mrs jaeger came over to you and your mom to congratulate you and praise your work to your mom. "she's such a wonderful dancer, i'm going to miss her next year" she turned to smile at you. "i'll always visit" you smiled.

the four of you turned around when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. your heart sank when you saw eren standing there. he wore a black polo shirt and baggy black jeans.

your mom and mrs jaeger each other a look "sweetie i'll be outside okay?" your mom told you as they stepped away.

"hey" eren stepped closer to you, reaching for a hug. "hi" you threw your arm around him pulling him into the embrace.

"you looked amazing up there" he pulled away to look at your outfit.

eren didn't tell you he was gonna be at the recital but connie brought him along.

watching you dance was always nice but watching you dance your heart out on stage was just so beautiful and encapsulating. eren couldn't get enough of you. everything about you was so graceful and beautiful all the time.

he knew he had to see you once you were done, but he was nervous considering the two of you hadn't spoken much in the last two weeks. he was shocked you even hugged him.

"thank you, did you like my solo?" you grinned. "it was fucking amazing. i don't know what you were so scared of, those practices definitely paid off." he smiled.

"they definitely did" you nod your head, a friendly gesture. "thanks for coming, i didn't think you would" you told him.

"of course i would, i was with you so much when you practiced i had to come see the final product" he smirked as he bumped your shoulder.

your mom came up behind you and put her hand on your shoulder. "hi, i'm y/n's mom" she smiled as she put her hand out for eren to shake. "hi it's nice to meet you, i'm eren" he told her.

"oh well it's nice to finally put a face to the name, i've heard so much about you" she told him and your face dropped when you realized what she meant. eren looked at you with a cocky grin on his face and you smiled before rolling your eyes.

"well it was really nice meeting you but we're gonna have to head out if we wanna make those dinner reservations" your mom turned to you. "oh right" you looked back at eren.

"seriously thanks for coming" you hugged him again and his hands lingered on your waist for a beat longer than they should've.

"of course, i'll see you later" he waved to you and your mom.

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: lmaooo can y’all tell i couldn’t wait to make them talk again

[forthevillains]

Sacred beings (pt.1)

Albert Wesker X fem! Reader

Summary: She was a creation of his, supposed to have died during the difficult process, she was labeled as dead, but she managed to escape and now he's the one to hunt her down...

[before you read I’d like to inform you that this fanfic is going to have up to 30 parts. It’s not based on the main storyline of Resident evil so please don’t get mad after reading this, I warned you beforehand. Anyway I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you would want more!]

It was late in the evening in the headquarters of Umbrella corporation. The scientists have been switching their positions, some leaving for the day and others coming to take over their place for the night, yet the number has visibly lessened. There were a few that refused to leave most of the time, but those are the fools that sold their souls for the experiments that'd make every normal human's stomach twist in disgust.

Y/N, the one who's been stripped off her name, who already forgot who she's been before being dragged to this hell of a place, before all she could hear were her own screams of agony followed by a terrifying echo in the hallway. She was special. She was labeled as fragile goods, meant to be tested carefully, by the best of the best and only most trusted scientists were allowed to break inside her comfort space to observe her, like an exotic animal locked in a cage. The fact that she's been there for so long alone made her special, the fact that she survived most cruel experiments, until one...

"Test subject 087 has escaped!" The voice is nothing but a mere echo through the empty hallways, all painted in cold colors to match the laboratory interior. There were guns, many of them, as heavily armored men have entered. "Close all the exits, no one is allowed to leave the building." The voice continues, it's emotionless, calm, too much for any human being. As the speakers tremble with each word, the employees make sure to obey, staying in the same positions they've been in. Of course, they wouldn't want to get into any trouble, knowing how cruel Umbrella's politics can be.

The young woman, in her late twenties, was sneaking around the place, hiding behind every other corner in hopes that the exit is close. This was either run or die situation, there was nothing else she could do, although her weakened body tried to resist every single move she made. There were no shoes covering her bare feet and each step onto the cold floor sent shivers down her spine. She moved quickly and quietly, like a fox even though her head was spinning and her vision blurry. The cameras in every corner were obvious, so she only made sure to hide her face in high hopes of them not recognizing her. She barely had a few minutes to disappear before they run at her with guns and shields to get rid off another thing they created. No, she couldn't let it be that way. She wanted to live, she craved it, the feeling of being alive, free.

In one room, where a man named Oswell Earl Spencer has been occupied by the newest reports made by his subordinates until now, was already a plan to be made. He's been a clever man, that is for sure, determined to reach his goals at all cost, no matter the losses nor pain caused to the innocent.

"Send for him," he'd order one of the guards. He didn't even need to say the name out loud, it was his obvious favorite, his greatest creation that was capable of handling such a situation. "He's responsible for her. Tell him to catch her." He adds, tapping a finger on the surface of his desk impatiently. He jerks his head towards the door, to make the other man hurry and make the order clear. A dead meat has escaped, an experiment that was supposed to be far from alive, on the other side even. Yes, she was pronounced dead just early this morning and yet, when the sun came down and the darkness took over the world, that's when she seemed to have been resurrected and miraculously brought back to life. It was one of the very few failures of the feared and respected Albert Wesker, the one who was infected himself and who was supposed to make that woman the same, perhaps even better, however he was almost sure of that she would not survive the virus, not when it wasn't fully developed, he thought that when he saw her in the morning, it was the last time. He's seen her take her last breath, seen her eyes wide open with nothing but emptiness in them, not even the fear she used to possess was there. The virus didn't even create a 'superior' form of her body, no changes to be seen at all. It was just... nothing. The devastating truth hit him like a bus, he was not meant to disappoint again... His failure was something that enraged him, way more than the life that was lost. He's the best of the best, so why did he fail again? He spent the rest of the day turning his usually peaceful office upside down, searching for any type of clue on what he did wrong. But now that she's disappeared, there's hope, there's hope that she might be a worthy person, someone in whom lies the future as much as in him.

Wesker is quick to jump to his feet when he hears the order, his eyes widening in hope. He's going to find her... He's going to hunt her down and bring her back, no matter what...

|next part|

[asktheumbrellas]

If any of you could switch their power with a family member (or a sparrow), what power would you take?

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The siblings all sit around the fireplace, cradling dishes from Luther’s favorite chinese takeout restaurant in their laps. They eat in a companionable silence.

Five settles into his spot in the sofa, once again foolishly believing that he’ll be able to enjoy the peace and quiet. Suddenly, the box spins again. “Goddamn it.”

He reluctantly reaches for the box, huffing as he unclasps it and pulls out another note. He reads it out loud and looks around the room.

“I wouldn’t trade mine,” Klaus says quietly. Ben looks up at him from across the room, smiling subtly. “I like being immortal. The ghosts aren’t my favorite, but I’d manage for Benerino.”

Viktor nods. “I’d keep mine, too. I finally understand how to control it.”

“I think I’d swap mine.” Allison wipes her mouth with a napkin. “I love my power, don’t get me wrong, but it’s such a dangerous game to play. It’s not as exciting as it seems to bend free will.”

“What would you swap it for?” Diego asks.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. You guys fit your powers. I think Sloane’s is pretty badass.”

Luther nods. “Oh, trust me, she-”

“That’s enough of that. I wouldn’t trade mine. No one would use it as intelligently as I do.” Five interrupts him. “Blinking is my thing.”

“And mine.” Lila appears with a flash in front of the fireplace, causing everyone to jump.

Five shakes his head. “I thought it couldn’t get any worse.”

“I like mine. It’s fun to give your abilities a little test run. And also use them better than all of you.” She addresses the group in its entirety.

Diego shakes his head as he pulls her into his lap. “I’d keep mine too.”

Luther nods. “Yeah. I think we’ve all grown into them too much to lose them.”

Allison looks down at her noodles with a sad expression. “Hey,” Luther looks at her, “rumoring is scary. It’s the threat of temptation. It’s understandable that you wouldn’t want-”

“Actually,” she cuts him off, “I like rumoring. I’ve learned to control the tempting nature of it, I think.”

“You sure have, sister,” Klaus points at her with a smile. “Go you.”

She gives him a small smile in return and takes another bite of her food. “Thanks, Klaus.”

They continue eating in silence again.

“Ben says he’d keep his too. But he’d like to be able to, y’know. Actually use it.” Klaus stares into the fire with an unreadable expression.

“Asshole Ben would probably trade it for something stupid, like…” Diego trails off.

“Turning invisible in the bloody dark.” Lila finishes.

Viktor chuckles, “No, he’d totally pick flying. And then we’d have to pick him up from the hospital because he crashed into a skyscraper.”

“I think he’d try talking to animals, except none would want to talk to him because he’s a dickhead,” Five chimes in.

They all laugh in agreement just as Ben stumbles in, still wiping sleep out of his eyes.

“What the hell are you guys doing? Chinese at,” He glances at his watch, “10:58 a.m.?”

Luther snaps his fingers. “There he is.”

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[the--rebel--fae]

Twisted Wonderland Boyfriend Scenarios! ~

Part one: How you met

Note: Reader is not Yuu

Fem Reader x Housewardens

Riddle Rosehearts

You were in the library trying to find a textbook you could use to study for Professor Trein's up coming test on the history of Twisted Wonderland, when you met him.

Well...met would be putting it lightly. If you could call teetering on a rather tall ladder to get the textbook on the top shelf, then slipping off said ladder and landing on a poor unsuspecting redhead that so happened to enter the isle at the same time you fell 'meeting'.

"Whoa, look out!" You try to warn the redheaded boy below you, but it was too late. You were already crashing down on top of him with a weak groan.

Once your head stopped spinning, you immediately rolled off of him and got to your feet. Wincing slightly at the sharp pierce of pain that ripped through your ankle.

"I am so sorry! I didn't know that ladder would give way. The darn thing was supposed to be sturdier." You said, as you finally looked at the redhead you landed on.

He had really pretty grey eyes that shone with intelligence, soft princely features, and a red arm band. He was from Heartslybul then. Though, looks aside, he seemed quite disgruntled almost borderline angry.

You cringed and bowed your head apologetically. "I am so sorry again. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

The boy lets out a sigh and fixed his uniform. His anger looked like it was fading to a mild irritation. Thank the Seven.

"If it was pure carelessness, you'd be collared from a blatant disregard of the Queen of Hearts rule of being more wary of one's surroundings. Plus it's just common sense really. But," he looked at the fallen ladder. "That ladder clearly has a loose leg. So it was not your fault."

Then, as he met your gaze, it seemed at least for a second, a blush tinted his cheeks. He cleared his throat and spoke up again. "You are welcome to come by tomorrow after class for tea if you'd like."

You smiled at him and nodded. "I'd like that a lot." You move to pick up your fallen textbook. "Well, I best be going, lots of studying to do." You said with an awkward smile.

The boy nodded and smiled as well. "Studying is always good. Have a good day." He then turned and started walking away.

You held your textbook to chest and let out a chuckle. But before you turned to leave, you called out to him. "Wait, I never got your name!"

He froze on the spot and pinched the bridge of his noseas he turned. "How could I forget one of the most important Queen of Hearts rules? One must always introduce themselves before starting a conversation with someone new. How careless of me. My name is Riddle Rosehearts. It is nice to meet you. "

You couldn't help the small giggle at Riddle’s dedication to the Queen's rules. He really was meant to be in Heartslybul. "Well Riddle, my name is (y/n). It is nice to meet you too."

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[captain-mj]

Hey, not op for this ask. But what about a part 2 the alien thing?

Maybe they run that experiment to see how long soap can go? Maybe using "instruments" to test reactions to different sensations or sensory input?

I love your work, you've introduced me to so many different pairing, and the range for the au's are *chefs kisses*

Oh I can definitely do that! So many people have asked and I'm so glad they liked my little alien thing!

Part 1

Ghost didn't let them out of bed. He kept dragging them back and tucking back into the sheets. It was only when the time hit for breakfast being served that he relaxed his grip on them.

Roach quickly got up and got dressed, gently scolding Ghost for being so cuddly. He kissed his forehead and pulled his mask up. Ghost's tail lashed and he hugged Soap a little tighter to his chest.

Soap seemed fine with it, twisting in his arms and pressed his face into Ghost's neck. He hugged him for a moment before they both pulled away.

They got dressed and went about their day normally. Bumping into each other and sharing glances.

Ghost did delete the footage of him carrying them out. He also found himself waiting for the night with an almost obsession. Soap was deliciously soft. Roach was amazing and he made his head spin with want to be near, but Roach didn't see him the same way and... maybe Soap could.

Especially if he showed him how good of a mate he could be.

Ghost was sure Roach would be thrilled to observe their mating customs.

So that night, he brought Soap food for dinner, watching him closely. Soap had brought both of them bracelets made of little intertwined vines. Ghost could see where the flowers had been stripped from his so the vines could be tied tighter. The knot had been twisted and turned to blend it into the bracelet, giving it the look of an infinite braid. He was dazzled by the craftmanship.

Roach gasped softly at it, his eyes full of stars. Ghost hated that his heart jerked a little. Both of them were just too damn pretty and it got on his nerves that he could just have both of them.

After his species had branched out, harems were actually normal. At least, in the beginning. He remembered seeing a friend of his grab up a few creatures from a planet they had raided and spend months courting them. Ghost had thought it was pathetic at the time. Seeing someone he knew as strong and powerful padding after these scared creatures. Only one of them ended up accepting his offer and the others were "Sent home". Even though his friend put them on a ship to their home world, Ghost doubted they ever made it.

Unmated prey animals on a ship? They were probably eaten in minutes.

He imagined if Soap had been one of them. Ghost would've probably courted him too. Followed him around like a shadow and gave him food, begged for his attention.

Exactly like he was doing now.

Ghost sighed and Roach noticed. "Something wrong?"

"I'm fine." He said, touched the bracelet again. "I really like it, Soap."

Soap smiled at him, ears perking up. "Thank you. I heard humans have a ritual called friendship bracelets."

"Yes, it's mostly done by the juveniles of our species, but I really like it." Roach traced one of the vines, looking enraptured.

After dinner, Roach tried to get them to his lab. "Soap, can I run a few more tests on you?”

Ghost could smell the spike in hormones and see the way his spine straightened and his tail twitched.

"Yes, sir."

"Undress. I'm curious, about how many times can you finish before you can't anymore?"

Soap undressed himself, shy and blushing. It didn't match his normal demeanor but it looked nice. Once all of his clothes were neatly folded, his anxiety and arousal sky high, did he finally answer the question. "I don't know."

Roach smiled at him. "Do you want to find out?"

Soap whimpered.

They tied him up and gave him a safe word "Friday" to say if it hurt or got to be too much. Ghost couldn't help himself and happily took advantage of the situation to litter his neck in bites. Giant ones that would take forever to heal and looked pretty. He did all of this while Roach checked to see how a "vibrator", Ghost thought of it as the cursed object, made Soap react.

The wail it got from him and the thrashing pleased Roach. He wrote down the results as he trailed it up and down Soap's cock, making a line to signify that Soap just came.

Soap strained against his binds and looked at Ghost with giant baby blues. "Can you kiss me like yesterday?"

Ghost almost smashed their lips together in his haste. He licked into his mouth to claim every bit. Each time Soap came, Roach would let off a symphony of praise that had Soap almost shaking out of his skin.

The buzzing did not stop but it did move and Soap sobbed once it was inside his body. He was so sensitive there and the vibrator didn't care.

Ghost ran his claws over Soap's tummy, watching him jerk and then press up into him, almost cutting himself. He noticed little markings around Soap's hips. He put his hands over them and realized they were bruises from last night.

Roach tapped Soap's thigh. "Darling, can you do anymore?" Big brown eyes. He kissed Soap's stomach, ignoring the mess.

Soap trembled and nodded. "I can, it's just not quite enough."

Ghost pressed the bruises and watched Soap come all over Roach's face. Roach laughed and wiped it off, only to run his tongue over it. He noticed Ghost staring and shrugged.

"He tastes sweet."

Ghost's tail lashed side to side as he watched. He snatched Roach up and bent him over next to Soap. The surprised look on his face was all the warning he needed and he quickly put his hand over the back of his neck so he wouldn't wiggle away. He expected a little pushback, but Roach just grabbed Soap and arched his back.

Ghost yanked his pants down and noticed he was already slicked up. Roach wouldn't meet his eye, too red and embarrassed. He buried his hand in Roach's hair and pushed in.

Tight.

Hot.

Human.

It was all Ghost could think of as he fucked Roach. He kept an eye on Soap, not wanting to neglect either of them.

Hopefully Roach was keeping count though because Ghost wasn't.

Ghost kept the pace rough and fast, using Roach like a toy. His hand moved from his hair to his throat and he tightened his grip when he was fully in so Roach would tighten out of panic.

"Good boy. Both of you doing so well." Ghost cooed and he reveled in the mix of sobs and whimpers he got.

Roach came while sobbing into Soap's chest. The only thing that kept him up was Ghost's hands.

Soap shakily said "Friday" and Ghost quickly took the cursed object out of him. He twitched and moaned in relief, looking ruined but a lot more lucid than yesterday. Ghost tightened his grip on Roach more and propped him up more.

"So powerful and scary and smart until you're the one getting railed huh?" Ghost purred. "You see, Soap, that's the thing about Roach. A firm hand and he melts."

Roach struggled, probably planning on protesting those claims, but Ghost hit just the right spot and the thoughts left his head. He couldn't hide his face anywhere, forced to let both of them see him. It was hard to feel shame when Soap was looking at him like that. Roach reached his limit right as Ghost came in him. He let him finish before tapping him, signifying he couldn't take it anymore.

Ghost scooped them both up and took them to his quarters with much less complaints this time. They washed up and laid in bed.

"You okay, Johnny?" Ghost asked. Roach was still floating, so he left him alone for now.

Soap hummed. "I don't think the experiment was very effective. I think it's better with you and Roach. More intense." He smiled at Ghost, looking him dead in the eyes. They both realized it at the same time and Soap went to turn away, but Ghost grabbed his chin and made him keep looking.

"Are you scared?"

"No."

"Do you want to be mates?"

"What??"

[star--nymph]

@plisuu: Conversations at the Edge of Everything sounds intense 👀

Ohohoho boy, it is! So Conversations at the Edge of Everything is my exploration of death in the FF7 universe and the relationship between Sephiroth and Aerith (because I truly believe it's the biggest dropped ball in the series). I don't know if I ship them romantically, especially in this, I just want to throw them in the same room and see what they do.

I also started writing it because I was genuinely done with how Aerith is depicted in the series after the OG and I want to see this woman snap. I want to see her go ape shit.

I already wrote chapter 1 here (which I love the descriptions in, by the way. I think it's some of my best work) and the WIP is for chapter 2:

Those souls that touched down in her garden after a wary life would be greeted with sunlight and the scent of flowers. Before they would reach the porch, she would fling the doors open and come to them in a flurry of skirts, basket in one hand and a cool drink in the other. She’d sit them down at a table with a full meal and there they would lay out the expense of their life, long or short, contented or sorrowful, and they wouldn’t realize until the end that at some point, Aerith had weaved flowers into their hair. She listened to a lot of stories there, at her mother’s table, with tea in between them that was always steaming warm, even when she told them “Take a breather and have some before it gets cold”. It was her favorite part of this new…life. The world she only caught glimpses of unraveled itself in its people, and once their glassy eyes came into focus and they no longer saw Meteor ripping through a red sky like a knife through soft, bleeding flesh—oh, the things they told her. Of the things they lost, loved, even hated sometimes. School trips, late nights, giving birth, attending a funeral, walking down the beach, scaling mountains, dinner with their lover’s parents, failed tests, animals they found and tended too, steamy honeymoons, getting to work late, fighting one hundred fiends to see the light of day, their first and last snowfall, and every other facade that bounced off the ever turning prism of Gaia. She’d lay her head down her arms and tell them to go on until they emptied themselves of their memories and emotions. Until they were satisfied and realized, on some level, this was it. It was over. The final word on the final page of their book. Sometimes, there were tears when this happened, other times there was rage. Most of the time, Aerith noted, they were just confused. Humans understood the concept of death in a roundabout way, but not really the conclusion part. The idea of their existence just stopping. No tomorrow or next week or next month or next years; there wasn’t even a next second. That hazy cloud would come back over their mind and listlessly they would look around, putting together that nothing here was real, just constructed for their comfort. They turned those eyes, which were twinkling with the Lifestream’s energy, to her and she wondered if they saw her sitting there or something entirely different. Sometimes they reached for her to see if she was tangible; when their hand touched hers, she would hold it gently and smile ruefully. “That’s it?” They’d ask. “It’s over? What am I supposed to do now?” Aerith would tilt her head to the side, never sure the best way to answer just a lofty question, and then would just go with her gut, “Nothing, I guess. There’s nothing else to do but go.” The soul would ripple from one form to another, shifting and spinning between time periods in their lives. When they opened their mouth, they’d asked with a child’s voice and a child’s uncertain eyes, “Go? Go where?” “Back to the Lifestream, where we started. I know it doesn’t make sense, but it’s where you and I belong. Everyone belongs there, one way or another—and it’s where all stories end. Besides, aren’t you tired now? You talked for a long time. Maybe a hundred years!” “…Will…will I feel anything…or will I…even be anything?” “You will. You’ll be something different, something the Planet only knows. And where you go, whatever you become, everyone will be with you. You won’t be alone.” “And you? Will you be there?” “…in a way, yeah. I’ll be here, I’ll be there, and I’ll never be far.” “…okay.” “Okay?” “It’s like you said…I am tired—and-and maybe I want to be something new.”

[nuntears]

day 5: cannibalism

“i spoil you too much” fox says, cutting through the silence, you were watching some animated show together, and his words came out of nowhere. you look at him, worried, worried that he’ll take the little he gives you, and give you even less. it’s hard, being with him like this, but you try to make the most of it.

“i’m sorry, i—” you say, the word spilling out instinctively as it always does when you think his mood will turn.

“no, no don’t be.” he cuts you off. “it just… it could be worse you know, but i care about you. there are terrible people out there, i would know. don’t you think i would know?” he asks, prompting you. and there’s never room for any other answer than the one he wants to hear.

“yes, you would.” you say, nodding. he’s made allusions, painted vague images of someone who apparently did much worse than him, you go back and forth between believing it. it depended on the day, on how much you hurt. today you were healing, bruises yellowing, stitches scabbing and itchy, you were bandaged and seen to. so right now, you believed it.

“i would,” he said in agreement, pulling you closer until you were practically on his lap. you try to relax immediately, to melt into him. it had taken some time but you knew he liked it better this way, when you were soft against him. never tensing under his touch, no matter how he touched you.

he turns away, eyes training on the tv again. you don’t know if he’s really watching it, but you turn to face it as well. he has an arm around you, his body reading relaxed, his clawed finger tracing light circles on your shoulder. but even with no indication that he’s upset with you, you can’t help but feel like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. is he thinking about it still? you think, was he just trying to make a point? you mind spins, and you lean your head against his. his moves hand there, as if on reflex, still looking forward. he pets your hair, soft, slow repetitive movements. you close your eyes for a moment, feeling his touch. sometimes you pretend this is normal, makes the days go by easier. you like to pretend until you can’t.

“are you hungry?” he murmurs, still stroking your hair.

“hm..” you start, giving yourself more time to think. you don’t know if this is some kind of test, if there’s a right answer. “only a little..” you settle on. trying not to sound too wanting, too spoilt.

“can’t have that, can we?” he says, getting up in an instant, causing you to almost fall over. he moves quickly towards the kitchen. you debate following. he didn’t really say what he wanted, and you hated having to assume. but before you can even decide he’s back and you perk up seeing him, holding the back of the couch as you watch him walk towards you, plate in hand. you can’t see what’s on it yet.

he sits down next to you, and that’s when you see it. your stomach drops. it’s a slab of raw meat, still wet with blood. you can’t help but look up at him, studying his smiling face, wondering if this was some kind of joke.

“go on then, eat.” he says, eyeing you back, a glint in his gaze, and you knew: despite his cheery tone, this wasn’t a question.

“w-what is it?” you ask, shifting a bit. looking everywhere but the plate.

“oh, this is from yesterday’s show.” he replies, his eyes lowering slightly. you swallow dryly. his show. he had said the fun he had with you inspired him to get back into it, and he does them regularly, at least once a week now. you can’t help the horror that crosses your face, and you know the game is up. you can’t pretend it doesn’t affect you, you’re scared again.

“it’s too much… i’m not that hungry.” you try, knowing it’s useless.

“aw pet,” he starts, before lifting the slab to his own mouth, sinking his teeth in and tearing off a chunk. you watch, unable to look away. he sticks out his tongue to slow you the piece there. he picks it off his lips gingerly, “open up, i’ll feed you.” he says sweetly, before placing it between his teeth and leaning towards you, waiting for you to close the distance. you try harder now to not let your disgust show. this is bad, this is really bad. if you don’t now, he’ll be angry. he’s even offering a smaller piece.

he grows impatient, leaning closer to you, the thing’s practically dripping. his face is against yours and you realize he’s breathing deeply, trying to keep himself calm. that never lasts long. it brushes against your lips, his eyes are half lidded as he watches you. you gingerly try to open your mouth, but the smell of it, metallic, causes you to shut it. you squeeze your eyes closed, your glass eye pressing harshly against the socket it sits in, and you try again. but you imagine the camera on some poor soul as fox cut them, screaming and writhing, and you can’t bring yourself do it.

“please don’t make me.” you whisper, shying away just a tiny bit. you know what this means, but you’ll take your punishment. you can’t live with yourself if you did, as small as the piece was, as little as he was asking of you.

“don’t be a brat now, c’mon. i want to see it. i want to see you eat it. don’t you want to be good for me?” he practically purrs, his words only slightly muffled as he speaks with the meat between his teeth. and you hate that you do, you do want to be good for him because the alternative is so much worse.

“i…” you start, trying to find some pitiful excuse, even though you know there’s none that could justify it him. the sound of the tv fills in the space as your words die in your mouth, it seemed so much louder now.

“don’t make me beg.” he whispers, but there’s a threat under his words. you stare at him, he presses the meat against your lips again and you try not to gag. suddenly, he drops the meat back onto the plate, and stares at you, his frowning face close to yours again. and you regret everything, you regret just not eating it, have half a mind to just grab the meat and shove it in your mouth to keep him from looking at you like that.

he places the plate on the table in front of the couch before turning to you again, his face unreadable. he grabs your wrist, standing, and you follow, hoping denying him will be worth it.

“fine, you don’t like the food i prepare for you. that’s okay.” he says, practically dragging you with how fast he was walking, and you realize too late where he’s taking you. he opens the door to the basement, and you try to dig your feet into the ground on reflex. you can’t go back down there. “maybe…” he continues, yanking on your arm at your resistance “you want something fresher.”

you’re crying now as he takes you down the stairs, you see the door to the recording room and you begin to panic.

“no, no, please, it’s fine i’ll eat it, i’ll—” you sob, but you cut yourself short as you pass it. where is he taking you?

and then you see it, the holding room. he opens the door, giving you no time to think and throws you in. you reach your arms in front of you to catch yourself. and when you lift your head up, you come face to face with a man. he’s curled into himself, shaking. you look down, bandages over a stump where his leg should be. the man isn’t looking at you though, he’s staring at fox behind you, with this burning hatred, with such disdain and resentment. if looks could kill fox would be dead on the floor.

“oh my god..” you breathe out. because you didn’t know this man was here, didn’t know he made it past the first show. you were living on top of someone. unaware. why didn’t you think someone was down here?

“what are you waiting for? you said you were hungry. now eat.” fox sneers from behind you, and you flinch, drawn out of your thoughts.

the man in front of you shakes his head at you, malice replaced with terror. you can’t help but see yourself in him. your tears wet your face and you shake your head too, there’s no way he can really be asking you to do this. there’s no way.

“i— i can’t,” you say with a weak sob. you look back at fox, hoping to reason with him. you’re crawling towards his feet, and he kneels down as you whimper, he palms your face and you lean into his touch, looking at him with the most pitiful look you can muster.

“you’re really testing my patience today.” he coos at you, but you hear the bite. “eat.” he states, simply, as if it was that easy. his claws dig into your cheek to drive the point home. you flinch, a soft sound of pain escaping you. fox pushes you away from him and the gesture makes your chest feel tight.

you know this is it. he won’t ask again, and you know if you argue anymore, it isn’t just you who could get hurt now. you turn again to the man, and he’s staring at you too, shaking his head still, whimpering.

you stand, unsteady, and slowly walk towards him. he shrinks away, kicking with his one leg until his back met the wall, his stump trying to gain purchase on the mattress he’s on and failing. he’s blubbering, sounds that don’t make words but you understand. you look at him, trying with your eye to explain in a look, i don’t want to do this, i would never do this. but he shakes all the same. it doesn’t matter that you don’t want to, because you will. and everyone in this room knows it.

you pick up his arm, and he thrashes and screams and it’s an awful sound, he tries to shove you away. and you see when his mouth was open that his tongue has been cut. you wince, fighting through it, moving on top of him, when he tries to push you again you grab the arm. “i’m sorry” you whisper, so quiet, so soft, but you hope he hears it.

then you bite down. he tries to get you off with his other hand, but you clamp onto him, teeth embedding in his flesh and he screams and screams and you start to sweat from it all. you bite harder, trying to pull, to no avail. you taste blood, though you know that’s not enough. you yank at the flesh. but you fall backwards, teeth sliding off his arm and colliding with each other. he manages to kick you away, and you relent, backing up. you look back at fox, desperately.

he sighs, shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. and you want to reel back at the sight. you don’t like disappointing him, don’t like what it means for you.

“get me a knife!” fox yells and his loud voice makes you jump. you wait a beat and a knife is slid under the food slot of the door by an unseen guard. he leans down and grasps it. both you and the man wait, unmoving. you don’t need to see the man next to you to know you both share the same fear at this moment.

fox only takes one step forward, beckoning you with a finger. you stumble up towards him, scared. unsure of what he’ll do now that you’ve failed him. you’re in front of him, but he beckons again, and you tremble, moving closer regardless.

“i’m not feeding you this time.” he sneers, shoving the knife against your chest, uncaring of where the blade pressed. and you begin to understand as you grasp it. fresh hot tears flow from your eyes. for the briefest moment you think about using the knife on him, but you know you won’t. he must know as well. you sniff. then you turn back to the man.

he’s blubbering again, loudly, cowering. all shaking and half broken.

you’ve sat there too. you’ve been scared too. but that’s not where you are now.

you move with more conviction this time. you want this to go by quickly, you want to do him the favor of not making it last. and you’re on him. you grasp his arm, stretching it taut, you ignore his cries, and you start to slice a small chunk from his shoulder. you have to saw at it a bit. he’s trying to push you off but you pull at his arm harder. it’s a piece he won’t miss too much, won’t even be able to see really, it’s a mercy. you’re granting him mercy. the slice is hanging off his skin and you let go of his arm and rip it the rest of the way. you hold the torn flesh in your fist.

and you’re off him. you face fox, knife in one hand, strip of flesh in the other, and you eat.

your face contorts at the taste, you want to gag but you don’t. it’s still warm. the blood gushes from your lips as you bite into it. you chew desperately. but it’s tough, doesn’t give, so you give up and swallow it whole. you gag again, you feel the bile bubbling up in your throat and the sound seems so loud, but you swallow it all again, willing it to stay down. fox watches you intently the whole time.

“open.” he orders, and you do. the only thing on your tongue is bubbles of blood and saliva. he makes a small noise of acknowledgement, then continues “don’t you want more? you’re not getting anything else tonight.” he warns, tilting his head at you, but seemingly satiated.

“no, i was only a little hungry” you reply quickly with a sniffle, your determination gone, only the sinking feeling of what you’ve done is left, weighing on you, crushing you.

“well then, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he laughs, bringing you into his arms and you melt into him. you don’t know when you started craving his praise, his validation, but it felt so good. he slips the knife out of your hand and you would’ve given it if he asked. you always do as he asks it seems, one way or another. the man behind you is groaning, has been in fact, but you’ve tuned it out. for a moment, it’s only you and fox, it’s all you’ll allow it to be.

but fox disturbs the moment too soon, pointing at the man “and you,” you hear, but can’t bare to face him, feeling shame as you realize how this must look, “i’ll have someone patch that, push the show a few more days out. you should be thankful.”

and before you know it, fox’s hold is on your back, guiding you out of the room. you know this is the last time you’ll see the man, so you look at him, taking him in. and he glares daggers at you, looking at you with the same contempt he looked at fox. and you can’t help it when the tears blur your vision again, you try with your face to let him know, you need him to know: you were him once.

the door shuts behind you and you hear the man trying to scream at you from the room. you lean further into fox, trying to hide from it, trying not to hear it.

fox begins to lead you upstairs and you sigh, relief filling you as you follow him away from this place. you want to live in this feeling, you want to pretend that this is the extent of it. all he does is touch you softly, pet you, feed you.

when he brings you upstairs, he sits you back on the couch. the man’s screams continue in your head but they’re duller now. you hope some part of him understands that that’s not who you are. your stomach churns still, upset with you, just as upset as the man was.

your eyes land on the tv, it’s playing something different, moved onto the next episode, the sounds are muffled to you, your gaze unfocused but looking ahead regardless. you don’t realize fox left you there until he’s back with a napkin, dabbing at the corners of your mouth. you can’t help but smile at the gesture and he does too.

“so spoilt.” he mutters, but it’s doting. when he’s done he gives you a kiss, gentle. his tongue brushes past your teeth and the taste is back in your mouth but you don’t mind it this time.

he’s right and you know it. and maybe that’s just what he was trying to prove. this really isn’t the worst. at the end of the day, you’re not the man in that room, you live upstairs, you have a bed, you can do what you like for the most part. fox isn’t the worst.

and he would know, wouldn’t he?

[justwinginglife]

The Way You Are

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Twenty Four

December 24th: Tomoe, Rank 2

Anime: Kamisama Kiss

Event Masterlist

“I find this utterly ridiculous.”

Kurama scoffed at Tomoe’s words, crossing his arms. “Do what you want but then don’t go blaming me when your girl dumps you.”

“And if she dumps you, then she’s mine.” Mizuki grinned.

Tomoe might’ve murdered Mizuki right then and there for even daring to suggest that he could ever take you from him, but you’d chosen that very moment to pop your head into the room.

“Hey, baby- I’m gonna cook some dinner, okay? Anything you want in particular?”

Tomoe immediately smiled when he heard your voice. He couldn’t help it. “I’m sure anything you make will be wonderful.”

You laughed and it made his heart race. “Alright, love.” Then, blowing him a kiss, you disappeared into the kitchen.

When you were far enough out of sight, Kurama slapped Tomoe on the shoulder. “You idiot. What the hell are you doing, letting her cook? And she’s been calling you pet names this whole time, do you have nothing to call her back?”

“Lame. It’s like you don’t even know how to date, Tomoe.” Mizuki stuck his tongue out and Tomoe was severely tempted to cut it right off.

But, as much as he hated to admit it, Mizuki was right. The whole reason Mizuki and Kurama had crowded into Tomoe’s room in the first place (even if it was against his will) was because Tomoe had no idea what he was doing. He’d been so sure that everything would stay the same between the two of you even after you’d put an official label on your relationship; it wasn’t until you started changing the way you did your hair, the way you addressed him, the way you started finding any excuse to touch him, that he realized things were different now whether he liked it or not. And it wasn’t that he didn’t like it, he just didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He’d never been a boyfriend before, let alone the boyfriend of a human (Kurama had thoroughly lectured him on the difference between dating a human and a yokai; apparently the humans had these things called magazines that they relied on to help with their relationship struggles, and by the second personality test he’d taken -been forced to take, really- Tomoe’s head was thoroughly spinning and he was thoroughly confused on how knowing what his star sign was would help him be a better boyfriend to you) but he knew he’d do anything to keep you.

He’d been the one to stubbornly hold onto his feelings for you, keeping the secret so close to his heart that he barely knew it was there himself, and it was only after a dramatic confession on your part that you’d been able to enter into a romantic relationship with him at all. For this reason, he refused to allow you to do any more of the heavy lifting in the relationship. He owed you that much, at least.

And he thought he’d been getting better at this “boyfriend” thing. Sure, he didn’t understand the appeal of the mall, or the movies, or the aquarium, but he’d take you wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted, anyway, just to make you smile. Sure, he teased you for buying makeup, claiming that it was a waste of money, but it was only because he thought you were gorgeous enough without it, and he’d still begrudgingly let you test out makeup swatches on his arm to show he hadn’t been serious about his previous teasing. And when you got tired of holding your bag, he’d take it from you, making a mental note that the bag you currently had was much too small to be of use to you and he should get you a much larger, much more functional bag in the future (not realizing you’d bought a clutch on purpose).

But now- now you were making dinner and apparently, according to Kurama and Mizuki, that was a big no. He didn't know that. He’d always enjoyed your cooking before you’d started dating; how was he supposed to know that once you got together, he wasn’t supposed to let you? He didn’t mind cooking for you -in fact, he loved cooking for you; he loved the way you moaned about how delicious it was and begged for seconds- but he couldn’t help the way he craved your food too. So of course he’d welcome any meal that you made. But now, Kurama and Mizuki were looking at him like he was crazy.

So they shoved him into the kitchen to fix his mistakes.

“Go in there and sweep her off her feet, big boy!” Mizuki waved him forward. “I’ll do it myself if you don’t hurry.”

“And remember- under no circumstances should she have to lift a finger.” Kurama added emphatically. Then he thought about it some more. “And smile more- if anyone’s got resting bitch face, it’s you. And be charming. And sweet. Picking on her is not a valid form of love. Just call her something cute. Better yet, just don’t do anything you would normally do.”

“Yeah, Tomoe! Dating is real easy, once you get the hang of it! All you gotta do is not be yourself.” Mizuki teased.

After hissing at them to leave him alone, warning that he’d cook them into dinner if they didn’t stop their pestering, he slammed the door in their faces and then joined you at the kitchen counter awkwardly.

You raised an eyebrow. “You okay there?”

He nodded. “I’m alright…dearest.” He swallowed as he tried out the pet name for the first time.

Not wanting to make a big deal out of it for fear he’d stop, you simply smiled to yourself and continued to chop your vegetables quietly beside him.

“Let me help you with that, my love. I insist.”

“Alright, well then I’ll boil some water.”

“Darling, I am more than capable of boiling the water when I’m finished.”

“...okay, then I’ll fry up the meat.”

“You may leave that to me as well.”

You sighed. “Tomoe. What’s going on with you? Are you trying to kick me out of the kitchen?”

“I did not say that. I am merely offering my help.”

“Baby, I really appreciate the help, but I said I’d cook dinner, didn’t I? So let me cook.”

His brows furrowed. How was he supposed to be a good boyfriend if you kept doing everything yourself? “You do not have to.”

You rested a hand on his arm. “But I want to cook for you. To thank you for how happy you make me.”

He relaxed under your touch, happy at your words. But as quickly as he had relaxed, he tensed up again, thinking about Kurama and Mizuki’s earlier criticism. “You do not think I… am a… bad-” He coughed, “-a bad…boyfriend?” He asked.

Your eyes widened in shock. “Tomoe! Of course you’re not! Where is this coming from?”

As if on cue, the kitchen doors collapsed and Mizuki and Kurama came tumbling into the room, having been eavesdropping the entire time.

You put a hand on your hip, staring them down. “You wouldn’t happen to be the reason Tomoe is acting so strange, would you?”

They pulled themselves off the ground, rubbing their heads sheepishly. “Whaaaaat? No idea what you’re talking about. Tomoe is strange all on his own.”

You yanked them both towards you by their ears. “Mizuki. Kurama. You’re my dear friends and I love you. But if you ever get it into Tomoe’s head again that he is not a good enough boyfriend, that he is any less than the most perfect and wonderful of boyfriends, so help me god, I will skin you both alive, carve up your insides, roast you over a fire, and feast on your blood. Am I crystal clear?”

They nodded their heads quickly, wincing as your grip tightened on their ears.

Tomoe crossed his arms, smirking.

You sighed in relief. He was back to normal. Thank god.

“Now, can you guys please get out of my kitchen? Actually, why are you even here at all? It’s late; go home.” You commanded.

“Does this mean no dinner for us?”

Your eyes flashed with murderous intent.

In an instant, they bolted out the door, leaving you and Tomoe alone again.

“Now then. Would you care to start again? What were you saying earlier?”

“That I was a… bad boyfriend?”

“Nope. That wasn’t what you were saying.”

“I don’t understand. That is what I-”

“Nope. I believe you were telling me how you’re wonderful the way you are, yeah?”

Tomoe’s gaze softened. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“Do you want to maybe help me cook dinner then? Finish it up faster, and afterwards, we can maybe cuddle and watch a movie?”

He perked up, ears twitching happily at the thought. “I’d love that… my dear.”

You laughed. “You know, you don’t have to keep calling me pet names if it makes you feel uncomfortable. I didn’t want to say anything before because I thought it was cute, but if it was just to appease Mizuki and Kurama, you really don’t have to do it.”

He shook his head. “No, I think I’d like to. I’d really like to. You are dear to me, after all, it is only fair that I call you something to convey that. If that is okay with you?”

You beamed up at him, throwing your arms around him to bring him close. “It’s perfect.”

“Good, because I… I love you. And I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t. After all, how could I not love the woman who’d threaten to commit murder and other… torturous acts on my behalf?” He brought a hand up to his mouth to muffle the laughter escaping his lips.

You laughed with him. “I’m serious; I’d do all that and more for you. Because you’re perfect just the way you are. And I finally got you to be mine, so you’re even more perfect. Don’t think for a second that I’m ever letting you go now.”

And as you continued to cook beside him, squeezing his hand here, kissing his cheek there, and as you continued to laugh with him, and love on him all through the night, and as you fell asleep on his shoulder after watching a particularly boring movie that you’d only sat through because he’d picked it out and you’d just been excited that he’d cared enough to pick, he thought to himself- that’s just the way you were.

You were kind.

You were thoughtful.

You were loving.

And you were his, and he was never letting you go.

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[ecargmura]

Pokemon Horizons Episode 20 Review - Kabu Time

It’s finally nice to actually see a Galarian Gym in full! What I mean is that since Ash didn’t focus much on Gyms in favor of the PWC in Journeys, Galarian Gym Leaders have been brushed off to the side aside from a few. Kabu didn’t make an appearance in the previous series so for him to have an entire episode of spotlight dedicated to him, his Gym Test, and his Gym Trainer was very nice to see! It’s finally time Galar got the respect it deserved.

In Galar, Gym Leaders are like celebrities, so it’s nice to see that sort of vibe when Kabu was in the Battle Cafe. He’s still the same passionate and wise character like he was in the game. He gave a lot of advice that hopefully will be useful for future development—especially Liko’s. I do like how he sees their potential and does his best to bring it out. He sent out his Centiskorch, who’s too OP for rookie trainers like Liko and Roy and I’m glad that he didn’t hold back. That would defeat the purpose of the wisdom he implemented onto Liko.

Liko’s major flaw as a character is that she’s kind and considerate. While those are good traits, they are also weaknesses in a way. Holding back will only let opportunities slip away; I’ve held back many things in the past out of consideration for others, but I then realized as I got older about all the missed opportunities I could’ve had if I wasn’t so caring towards others. Being too considerate for Wakaba caused her to be upset and for Sprigatito to get annoyed. Consideration is a double-edged sword in a way. While it’s nice to have, it can hurt others. I’m glad that Liko learned how it could hurt others and how selfish it can be from a different perspective. This can open up a path of development for Liko as she has to learn that being too nice on a battlefield isn’t always right and showing compassion isn’t always a good thing. I’m also glad that she actually contemplated on her actions and Kabu’s words at the end of the episode; like her, it makes me wonder what sort of Trainer she will become.

Roy is his usual self in this episode. However, I do notice that he was shown as Liko’s opposite int his episode. While he is kind, he’s not holding back on Fuecoco. While Fuecoco is down, Roy’s doing all he can to encourage and support his crocodile and, in turn, that’s what caused Fuecoco to learn Flamethrower. However, I do wish that Roy gets an opponent on his level soon and not get jobbed by stronger opponents. He’s essentially bringing a knife to a gun fight.

Please correct me if I am wrong, but Wakaba is the first instance of a Gym Trainer in a Galar-focused episode. While she’s a Gym Trainer apprentice, it’s nice to see the system of Gym Trainers be implemented in the anime. When was the last time we had Gym Trainers mentioned in a past series? Wakaba is a girl who admires Kabu and wants to be a Gym Trainer out of admiration. I do feel bad for her because she’s essentially fodder in this episode. She’s fodder for Liko to be nice to. She was fodder in the first part of the double battle as she was just sitting there and not helping out; though, I get why she just stood there because she’s still inexperienced in a way. It was super nice seeing Rolycoly spinning around like a top and I wish there was more action.

I do want to see Liko and Roy grow after this battle. I’m sure they will accumulate everything they have acquired throughout this journey to become the best versions of themselves in the future. I’m sure that we won’t recognize the flawed children they once were a few years from now. Next time, they're heading to the Galar Mines to find Rayquaza after hearing Kabu's anecdote. What are your thoughts on this episode?

[okay0im98coolwiththat]

DISCLAIMER: I am NOT a writer (I want to be one tho...)

NOW THIS IS HOW I BELIEVE HOW THE PIPER WOULD BE LIKE AS A FATHER. 😍 (HEADCANON + FANFIC) also I'm extremely sorry that my spelling and grammar don't make sense. :(

also please don't judge me or telling me what I need with on this post or any future posts.

How he feels: First of all, I believe he would be kind of worried of how he will be as a father but then very happy.

How he reacts when you are pregnant: He would feel very overwhelmed by news or just not really believe you but when he does feel more calmed by the news, he'll take care of you very well and try to help you out a LOT and makes sure you don't do too many things.

How he reacts to the baby movement: I feel like he'll be very startled when the baby kicks or moves in any kind of way like when you guys asleep, and the baby moves out of nowhere. He'll be a little confused at what is happening.

When he sees the baby as soon it's born: He'd be tearing up with joy once he sees it's little face he smiles with tears in his eyes. He'd be very scared to drop the baby so he wouldn't want to hold the baby but when he feels comfortable and tries to hold the baby the baby smiles and giggles and holds on to his long, big fingers with his little baby hands makes him very happy.

TIME FOR FANFIC 😍

One day you were waking up in your warm happy cottage due to the sound of a beautiful, sweet melody from outside you recognized that sound you go outside and lean next to the door frame starring at your handsome husband playing his flute for the animals he turns his head over his shoulder he stops playing his flute slowly putting it down and smiles at you then waves at you, you wave back smiling he walks towards you and you walk towards him as well then you guys meet and hug each other he looks down into your beautiful eyes then kisses you softly on your lips you kiss him back too.

He uses flute to ask you how you slept (you understand him) "I slept just like a baby, how did you sleep?) you said. He smiled "I slept just fine my love." he said as he played his flute. "Thats good my love." you said, piper had to go to take care of some business, so he lets you know then leaves.

You decided to go out to the forest to go for a walk because it was nice and beautiful outside, you get ready and go outside. As you're walking into the forest, as soon as you are in the middle of the forest your head begins to hurt and you feel like everything around you is spinning you soon later collapsed, and everything went dark you soon later on were slowly opening your eyes "w-where am I?" you said weakly you look around and see piper sitting down on a chair next to your bed worried with his head down on his hands thinking it was his fault and he should have stayed with you, and nothing would have happened. He heard your weak voice and got up quickly his face lighten up and he hugged you gently not wanting to hurt you, the nurse came in asking to speak with you alone you nod your head gently, piper leaves looking back at you then softly closes the door.

"Okay what I wanted to talk about with you was that we believe that you were dizzy because we think you might be pregnant..." the nurse said seriously, "I-I'm sorry what...pregnant I'm not really sure what to say." you said. "Look I know it's a lot to take in right now, so I'll leave you alone you can bring in your husband to if you want and if you want to make sure you can come by and do some tests." said the nurse. You sat there in total disbelieve, then piper comes in "what did they say" he said playing his flute, you sighed and told him sit down he does it "The nurse believes I might be pregnant..." Piper's eyes widen his face soon gives off an overwhelmed look, Piper picks up his flute "Are they you are pregnant?" he said. "I'm not...really sure." you said.

He gets up and grabs your hand tightly with a firm grip and gives you an assuring face that everything is going be fine, you smiled and grabbed his hand gently lovingly. The next day you go to the doctors to do some test to make sure you were actually pregnant, as you were waiting for the results you were worried so many things were crossing your mind you were so worried about the results you didn't hear them call out your name the first time, the second time you snapped back " second call for Y/N L/N." "O-oh yes that's me." you said as you were getting up "Okay follow me, how are you doing today?" the nurse said in a happy tone "I'm doing okay I'm just a bit worried." you said " Okay have a seat there while I pull the results out." you sit down waiting anxiously "Alright here are your results." said the nurse, you give off an anxious look on your face" Okay I'm ready to hear the results." you said firmly "Okay It looks like you are...Pregnant." said the nurse then begun getting ready to leave "Okay I'm going to let you take It all in, so I'll see you soon, have a good day." said the nurse as she left the room. You stay in total shock wondering how you'll tell Piper.

You get ready to leave and begin walking out the office closing the door behind you, exiting the building everything round you felt as if it stopped moving you begun walking home in total silence when you got home you saw Piper walking back and forth in the house in suspense. He sees you he begins pacing towards you "WHAT DID THE SAY, WHAT HAPPEND." he played his flute with the face of full of worry so many things he wanted answered, you sit down and tell him to down as well, he does " Well I'm not really sure how to say it but I am actually pregnant." you said and sighed. Piper gives off a worried face and stands up fast and exits the house, you run to follow him and just to see him in forest pacing back and forth with many thoughts in his head, he sees you " Why did you run off like that I'm scared too! I don't know what to do either and I can't do it without you..." you said with tears in your eyes, Piper grabs his flute immediately "Look I didn't mean to make it seem like I didn't want part of it I'm just nervous of how I'm going to be as a father I just needed air, I'm sorry... I don't ever want to scare you like that ever okay." said Piper

I'm sorry I'm getting a little tired I'll probably continue it when I have more time and only if you guys want me to continue ofc :) 🙂(OK!! I’ve been gone for… QUITE.A.LONG. Time… but yeah… also I did forget to mention I am dyslexic… so I hope that clears up a bit..😓)(also ONE MORE THING. My computer stoped working so I started using my phone… so I’ll probably start using my phone more. But I missed being on here…)

[foster-the-moths]

Do you have any headcanons regarding Cesar's alternate?

SO SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING THIS SOONER but YEAH I DO

i have like 20 different versions of this guy i spin around in my head and they all contradict each other lol. i am just going to list a couple here. also i use he/it for alt cesar

-option 1: this is my interpretation of what canon alt cesar is like. i think its literally just a primordial demon with a massive grudge against humanity that doesnt really care about mark heathcliff in the slightest, but hes a human, and killing a human is always 'fun'. it has existed for eons and will continue to do so, torturing as many humans as it can along the way. his grudge does not run as deep as alt gabriel's, but he still wants to wipe out all of humanity and feast on the remains.

-option 2: giddy and smiley and so so deliriously happy about killing people. everything is a game for him, and he is having a blast. it is like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it, it is drawing out things on purpose because it brings it intense glee to bring pain onto others. it is very much personal, it wants to inflict as much pain as possible. always giggling and kicking its feet in the air and going 'teehee^^' as it unleashes unfathomable horrors onto mankind. literally never stops smiling.

-option 3: completely solemn. eyes like a dead fish. feels absolutely nothing. has awareness of the world around it but is completely and utterly detached from it. is more like a machine following orders, but it has no desire or intent to break free. never smiles, cant even really grasp the concept of why a person would smile in the first place. he can perfectly mimic voices and hold a realistic conversation, but it has no control of its face and looks like a corpse. basically he passes the turing test but his face is the epitome of 'uncanny valley'.

option 4: an animal trapped in a nightmare running off of instinct, given a human voice, and set loose on the world. it was created to roam the earth and destroy everything in its path, and it knows nothing else. it does not know the difference between existing and not existing, real or fake, it simply is. it doesn't know what the words that it mimics mean, only that they cause fear and it needs more of it. it claws at the door and speaks in a stolen voice and paces the floor, ceiling, and walls. the only things that exist are it, the door, and whatever is beyond it (it doesn't know whats on the other side, it can't remember, all it knows is that it needs. it doesn't know what exactly it needs, it just knows it needs, and needs, and needs and it cannot leave until it gets what it needs.). no concept of time or object permanence, just hunger.

option 5: this is literally just a day job for it. alt gabriel sent him on this stupid mission, to this stupid house, to kill this stupid human, and its taking THREE DAYS. hes just bored at this point. it is kind of funny to it though. incredibly and annoyingly smug when its not pissed off or bored. basically a sitcom character.

option 6: it is an echo of the real cesar torres. it is him but it is not. he is asleep, but also awake, trapped under so many layers of existing and not that it is impossible to tell what it is anymore. it was once cesar torres, but it has ceased to be, but he is still there, but he never existed in the first place. like dreaming, but part of you is lucid and aware of what is happening but at the same time blissfully unaware. i actually wrote a very short drabble abt this is august.

option 7: it wants to be human. it wants to feel. it hates mark heathcliff because he is something it will never be, and it hates cesar torres even more. it hates them because it does not know how to do anything else. it is empty and it is trying so desperately to fill the void in its being that it will stop at nothing to satiate it. but it never can. it will simply remain hollow as it was before it killed mark heathcliff, and move on to the next victim as it tries in vain to feel something, to be something. it is a creature of rage and envy, and despite being the farthest thing from it, it is painfully human in its own twisted way.

option 8: literally just cesar's evil gay clone because its so funny to me. no wonder ppl are homophobic this bitch scary as fuck!!!/ref

theres more i just cant remember them rn lol

[thetrgger]

One of my teachers, a really cool and interesting guy, once said that, if you had an idea, and someone else did that, then it was never yours. An idea is yours if you think it and go as far as you can with making it real. That is when it is your idea. And I don't know how to make games, especially not on the level I think this idea deserves to be made on, but I do have the idea, and I've thought on how to theoretically make it, though I am sure that counts for little. Anyways, here it is: A horror game based on the idea of superposition, where something can be in multiple states until measured. In this case, it is the (what I'll refer to as) monster that is in superposition, in multiple locations at once, perhaps in different forms as well. I never liked the overused horror monster that could only kill when not looked at, so I turned it on its head. Now we have a monster, created by the classic human meddling with space-time, that you must absolutely not look at it. Measure it with thine eyes, and it will be there, and it will see you as you see it, and boy does it want you dead. You'll have to go through the tight halls of a wrecked Research Centre™ as well as disturbingly large rooms, and in a place as ruined as this, you best watch your step, or meet your end at something as boring as sharp debris, falls or inconveniently positioned equipment.

What was the reason for all this science mumbo jumbo that lead to this creature? Why, the search for immortality of course. If you could exist in multiple states at one time, it would not matter if you died once, you have more states to live in that are perfectly fine. Except whoever greenlit this project probably didn't consider the consequences of using death-row inmates as test subjects, and skipping any animals. The result was a "human", born a big ol' murderer, that had their atoms flung around a tad too much and now they resemble that of a blended squirrel without the fur and double the terror. And this stuff was in prototype phase, so each and every state of the poor buddy is gonna be uniquely screwed up. Maybe they have about fifty six eyes too many and they really don't appreciate not having any eyelids... That or the pain of being a flesh creature with too many views of one ugly idiot staring at them. Maybe they're blinder than the genetical defect of a child between a mole and a bat with the hearing of Mr. Krabs when the cash register goes off, and god are your footsteps loud and annoying (but, you know, also the immeasurable pain of being a creature like that.) I think you get the idea. Don't worry, they won't stay put even if they want to though, being a "living" creature in superposition is not your average Tuesday (the canonical day this would take place) and their states just kinda float around when not observed. Maybe the freaky, breathing blob of skin is on the 4th floor one moment, but the other, it is two feet to your left.

Oh, but of course, you want to GET OUT of the terrifying and dangerous ruin, yeah, I forgot about that tidbit. How do you do that? Well, this wasn't your run of the mill Bachelors students doing a group project, the Government™ was all over this and made sure it was the number one top secret. Only people who knew worked in the place itself, or at least resided there, and they did not fancy any easy access, so you gotta go against some big ol' doors, buddy.

Now gimme a second to decide where this takes place geographically. Okay, did some wheel spinning, picked a country from every continent plus one from the entire world, and the mix of all these is gonna be what this country is gonna be like: Europe, Estonia; Asia, Armenia; Africa, Tunisia; North America, Grenada; South America, Bolivia; Oceania, Nauru and all countries, Netherlands. Okay, so let's say they have the language of Estonia, architecture of Armenia, food of Tunisia, people of Grenada, geography and nature and terrain and stuff of Bolivia, history of Nauru and general influences on all parts from Netherlands. Credit to random wheel jr.

Oh and there's also Martin. Martin is just chilling. The whole superposition thing worked perfectly on him, he wasn't even supposed to be on death row, got framed by accident (he doesn't mind.) He just exists all over the world. Maybe you see Martin, he says hello, asks how your day is, that stuff. Come back the next day and he isn't there, but don't worry, one of him will float back around to you one day. He just chills, nothing much. No pain, no anger, no nothing. Just a cool guy. Scared of the water, but otherwise unperturbed, just carries on existing.