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An Artist's Biggest Fan

(Sylus x Non-Mc!Artist!Reader)

A/N: Hello, Hello! I finally finished it! I originally made this for a friend who has been struggling with work and school. Sylus is her comfort character. (It's more of just her simping for him. Which is fair.)

Anyway, to my best friend, and for everyone else, enjoy!

Warnings: None! All fluff! Does has Female pronouns, though! Not fully proofread, but here we go!

Sylus is a man who loves classical music.

He has a whole Vintage Vinyl collection in his office and enjoys listening to them when he pours himself a glass of wine. There have been several times when both Luke and Kieran would hear their boss humming a song from his collection when he’s relaxing in his office. Very rarely, and when he had free time, Sylus would buy himself tickets to an orchestra and sit among the crowd to enjoy the symphony that was created.

But ever since you entered his life, Sylus has begun to appreciate art just as much.

Sylus first met you when he was coming back from a business meeting. He doesn’t recall the last time he took a casual stroll around the N109 zone. It's been a while since he could relax like this. As he continues to see certain changes, small changes nevertheless, throughout the N109 zone, a figure bumped into him, causing materials to become scattered and paper to fly everywhere.

You kept apologizing nonstop as you tried collecting your materials. He was feeling generous and used his evol to collect the scattered papers, only to realize they were sketches and colored drawings. He found it cute how embarrassed you got when he complimented you on your work, so he kept doing so.

You were a shy little thing, fidgeting on the spot as you accepted his compliments. When he asked about one of your pieces, your eyes lit up, and you went on a small tangent about the character you made. From then on, Sylus could only describe you with one word.

Adorable.

From then on, he wanted to learn more about you. What is a cute little artist like you living in the N109 zone? Turns out, you didn’t live here, you came to visit an uncle of yours who, apparently, works for another organization he deals with.

Small world we live in.

You originally lived in Linkon City, and Sylus would come up with any excuse he could to visit you. You weren’t a threat, not one bit. He can tell just based on the way to try to please the people around you, along with how your anxiety spikes when you somehow upset someone. Yet when nobody is around, your freely speak your mind and shit talk the people that make you feel like, well shit.

At the time, you didn’t know he was the fearless leader of Onychines. A Handsome and Friendly Fruit Vendor is what you would tell your friends.

The Fruit Vendor is what he told you; you just added the handsome part.

It did take some time for you to learn who he was, and even then, your opinion of him didn’t change much. Instead of being a Handsome and Friendly Fruit Vendor, he was now a Handsome and Smart Blacksmith.

“A Blacksmith, sweetie? May I ask why that specifically?” He asked you after he confessed who he was.

“Simple! You make weapons, right? Blacksmiths also make weapons!”

“They can make other things too, Kitten.”

“My point exactly!”

At that point, the fearless and untouchable leader of Onychines was smitten by you. The Cute Artist, he had the pleasure of bumping into. Three months into getting to know each other and he couldn’t help but pop the question to ask you out on a date. To be his girlfriend.

When it happened, you were walking with each other in a shopping district. He figured you wanted to stop in one of the beauty stores or the art supplies shop. No. Instead, you wanted to go into what he assumed was where teens and young adults would hang out to get certain merchandise and clothes.

You told him it was your favorite store, but it's been a while since you've been in one, and you began to show him everything they sold. From band shirts to overpriced name-brand bags, all the way to the body jewelry section, he couldn’t help but be enthralled by your bright and beautiful smile. You laughed every time you read a funny button or pin. You scrunched up your nose when you read a price tag.

Cute.

Adorable.

Beautiful.

“Be mine.”

The words left his lips before he even had the chance to catch them. But he didn’t regret it one bit when he saw how fast you turned to face him.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open as if to say something, but nothing came out. And what Sylus thought was the sweet cherry on top.

Is that he believed you looked like a cherry with how much blood was rushing to your face and neck.

“Are- are you sure? Me?”

“I’ll be honest, sweetie… I meant to confess to you in a better setting, but just seeing you in your element, I couldn’t help but let the confession slip. And I don’t regret that it did.”

He would come and visit you in your small apartment when he was done with business, where he was able to witness you and your creations. You weren’t on that level of expertise like that famous artist in Linkon City, Raf, or something. (He doesn’t have the time to fully learn his name.) But he can see the passion you put into your work. Any time you finished a character sketch or just a small doodle, you would proudly present it to him, and Sylus would happily praise you for your work.

Sylus would ask questions every time you created a new character for a story you were imagining in your head.

“And who’s this little star character?”

“Oh, this is a mascot for a circus I’m working on. Their name is Bom-Bom!”

“Oh? Anything else?”

“They explode every time they get overexcited, like a bomb. Bom-Bom!”

He would listen to you every single time you went on about your creations. Just seeing the sparkle in your eyes every time you spoke about them, he felt himself falling for you. How passionate you were with what you made, with every project finished, he just loved how you glowed.

You loved drawing, but painting was a different story. It shocked Sylus to know that painting was just a hobby for you and that you don’t indulge in it as much due to how much supplies cost and how you didn’t have much room in your small apartment to store said supplies.

So that inspired him to set up an art studio for you back at his base. He had Luke and Kieran get the supplies he knew you usually used or would enjoy working with in your future projects. When everything was set up and ready, he proudly showed it off to you. You were more than just happy, you were ecstatic.

He recalls how you threw yourself on him, pressing kiss after kiss all over his face before letting go to explore your new territory. The dragon inside him purred pleasantly from your gratitude, pride swelling up inside him.

“Look how much space I have!”

“I see it, sweetie.”

“There’s so much room for activities here!”

For the rest of the day, you started putting your touch and personality into the studio that was now yours. From time to time, he would pass by the room to see you hanging art pieces you finished in the past, projects on full display for anyone to admire when they entered.

Though recently you haven’t been coming to the studio he set up for you as much in the past few months.

Recently, you started going to school to get a higher education and experience to get a degree in Art. Even got a part-time job in a retail store just close to your apartment. So coming from your home to your school, and then having to go to work, was a lot of traveling. The fact that you didn’t own a vehicle was also troublesome, and getting to the N109 Zone was a trip on its own.

Sylus understood you wanted to work, and he supported you! But what bothered him the most was how the way your job was treating you…

On your first day of work, they tried putting you on the cash register. The rush of everything and the customers being rude spiked your anxiety and caused you to have a panic attack. Sylus only found out about it when you called him after your shift. He wasn’t happy over the fact that not once throughout the day did you catch a break, and the fact that the only time you were able to was when the day ended.

Thankfully, after that occurred, you weren't put on the register anymore. Instead, they put you in the stockroom. Sylus came to surprise you one day with a bouquet, only to see that you weren’t there. He blew up your phone asking if you were alright and where you were. He saw you burst open the backroom doors, startling a few customers as you zeroed in on him, practically throwing yourself against his body to greet him.

You complained that you haven’t been able to get a break and that your co-workers weren’t as much help as all they did was gossip and complain about their lives.

Then they moved you to the Fitting rooms, where there was more activity and social interaction for you to deal with… and how you were by yourself. It was too much, too fast-paced. You couldn’t handle it and wished you were back in the stockroom, where all you did was open boxes or hang up clothes.

School was another story on its own. For some reason, they put you in a welding class. You weren’t that interested in the welding, and Sylus nearly had a heart attack when he learned that you’ve been doing your welding projects without any gloves. Turns out your professor said you didn’t need them, and that the other students also didn’t wear them either.

Sylus hated knowing how tired you were every time you called him after your shift, and he hated knowing how you had no time to rest because you had art projects due the next day.

Weekdays were filled with school. Weekends were filled with work.

Sylus was ready to talk to you, to get you out of that hellhole of a workplace, because he saw just how tired you were with every video call. Though he never got to that talk…

When he answered his phone one day for a video call one day, all he saw was your beautiful smile. You were practically bouncing on the spot.

“I made a friend at work today!” You explained loudly, earning a chuckle from him.

“Well, hello to you, too, Kitten.”

“Oh, right, sorry…”

“No, no, no. Don’t apologize, tell me more about this friend.” Just like that, you started talking about the co-worker you made friends with in the stockroom. He learned how both of you just stood next to each other while working in silence, and how she was the one to start small talk with you. And eventually, you guys just clicked, and both of you could not stop laughing or talking about your interests. You two were jumping from topic to topic and had to be told multiple times to pick up the speed in your work.

When he went to give you a surprise visit again, he found you maintaining the Fitting Rooms, this time wearing an actual smile instead of a forced one. You were currently handing a number to a customer so they could enter the changing room, when you turned away from them, your eyes landed on him.

He chuckled to himself as he saw how you wanted to run to him, but weren’t allowed to leave your station. So he went to you instead.

“I would like to try some clothes on.”

You giggled at his small joke, trying to act like a customer. “Sir, I’m pretty sure you need to have some clothes first before I can give you a number. I can’t just let you into the fitting room if you're empty-handed.”

Sylus was ready to sweet-talk you once again, but was interrupted.

“Excuse me, pardon me, I’m just gonna squeeze on through.” Sylus looks over to see…

A pile of talking clothes.

“Oh my gosh, let me help!” You moved around the counter to help the walking pile of clothes, setting them on the small rack just beside the counter.

Underneath was a round girl with short dark hair and a pair of clear glasses with pink frames. She pushes her frames up her face and lets out a groan.

“Why do people insist on putting the wrong clothes in my department? Like, why am I finding men’s pants mixed in with women’s dresses? Unbelievable.”

“Bro, that’s annoying as hell. Thankfully, I have room to put men’s clothes away. Amanda should be over soon.”

“Hun, why haven’t you called me back here?! You barely have any more room on the rack for women’s clothes!” Your co-worker moves past you to get to the rack behind you, already selecting certain clothes to put back on the sales floor.

“I saw you getting scolded by Erika, I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Bitch, shut up. Bother me. I don’t want you drowning in clothes. Erika can kiss my ass. Customers don’t want a damn credit card, they want to get the hell out of here.” Your friend huffed in irritation as she carried another pile of clothes, almost blocking her view. “I’ll be back!” She shouts under her mini mountain of clothes as she waddles off.

Sylus turns to face you, he smiles down at you, and lifts a brow as if wanting to know who that was.

“Oh, that’s Sarah, the friend I was telling you about. She’s been helping me with the Fitting Room lately. Even though she already has her hands full working in Women’s Apparel.”

“That’s very kind of her. I’m going to have to tell her my thanks for taking care of my kitten.” Sylus gazes down at you with soft eyes.

He watches as a blush starts to form around your ears and cheeks. You let out nervous giggles as you cover your cheeks with your hands.

How adorable.

“Ok I’m back. Who’s this stranger?” When your co worker Sarah came back, she was panting. Practically out of breath.

Was it that heavy?

“Sarah, this is Sylus, My boyfriend. Sylus, this is my friend Sarah. She’s been a huge help with work lately, she’s been helping me with a few of my projects too,” you introduced your friend to him.

“Oh, you're the Fruit-smith.”

Sylus snorts at that. “Fruit-smith? Is that what she told you?”

“She told me you're a Fruit Vendor who also does Welding as a side job. So I just call you the Fruit-Smith,” Sarah shrugs her shoulders as she stuffs her hands in her pockets.

“I see… what else has she said about me?”

Sylus looks over at you with his eyebrow raised, a teasing smirk on his face as he watches you begin to grow shy.

“How handsome you are, and how she's 101% down bad for you.”

“Okay, Sarah… you can shut up now.”

“Do you wanna see the text messages she sends me about you?” Sarah takes her phone out, and Sylus watches in amusement as you try to snatch her phone away, only for Sarah to block you and laugh as she scrolls through her old messages.

Sylus smiles to himself, knowing that his adorable artist is in good hands at her workplace.

That is, until 6 months later, when your friend Sarah quit her job.

“She was texting me while she was at the Boba Cafe and was saying how Tasha was telling her ‘Hey, I know your stressed, but the place looks like a mess, and I know you're used to it, but can you clean up the mess for your co worker that comes in after you. She’s not used to it.”

“And you said that Sarah had already placed her two weeks in, but she didn’t finish them because of this?”

“Yeah! Like she called me crying, how she went to Brian and turned her name badge in.”

Sylus was currently sitting on the couch in his office, massaging your aching feet as you rested them on his lap. He learned about how you finished your semester for these classes and that you had a week's break before having to go back to school. You’ve been complaining nonstop about how badly your feet were hurting from all the standing at work.

And being the wonderful boyfriend he was, he wished to take the ache away.

You let out a whimper and hugged the throw pillow in your arms tightly when he applied pressure to a certain part of your arch. “I know, sweetie. I’ll make it better for you.”

“They don’t stink, do they?”

“Didn’t you just take a bath? Why would they stink?”

“I don't know! It still feels like the sweat from work lingers on my skin. They haven’t even fixed the ACs in the store. I think another one broke.”

Sylus' red eyes turned away from your feet and looked over at you, his brows pinched together. “Didn’t you tell me 6 out of 11 of the AC Units were broken?”

“Yeah, it’s 7 now. I’m just lucky that the one above the fitting room is still in working condition.”

You swear you saw one of Sylus's right eye twitch with irritation. Knowing that you had to suffer in such a horrible environment didn’t sit well with him.

You never mentioned the other stuff that was wrong about the store. No, he saw it for himself the few times he visited.

One of the pillars in the store had a rubber trim at the bottom, and it was beginning to peel off. He can see nails and staples sticking out from the inside and he recalls seeing some smaller kids playing with it. Over one of the vents at the checkouts was a long, dust strand. You and Sarah placed bets on when it would fall and land on a co-worker's or a customer's head.

And don’t get him started on the bathrooms…

Dear god, the bathrooms…

Sylus lives in the N109 Zone. He’s seen the way people live. He’s seen the gutters and broken down buildings, trash scattered everywhere.

He’s never used this term before. Not even for describing anything in the N109 Zone…

But your workplace was ghetto.

Sylus lets out a sigh as he switches to your next foot, thinking about his words carefully.

“What if you-,”

“I plan to quit after the next semester. There’s someone at my school who’s encouraging me to apply to the library.”

Oh, that was easy. But he’s still not satisfied.

“I can-“

“No, I told you I wanna do this all on my own. I know you want to take care of me, and yes, I love that. But I don’t want to turn into some spoiled brat who relies on her boyfriend.”

The hand on your foot paused as he shifted it down and began to pull you up on his lap, causing you to gasp and your face to flush red.

“Is that what this is about? You don’t want to be my spoiled kitten?”

“I-I never- hold on!”

Sylus reveals a teasing smile as he places his hands on your hips, pushing the hem of your shirt up so he can rub small circles against your skin.

“So what if you turned into a spoiled, pompous brat? You would be my spoiled, pompous brat. And if you act out, I can just discipline you.” Sylus leaned forward where his chest pressed against yours, his breath fanning against your face.

You were babbling out excuses on why you didn’t want that, eyes looking around his office as if you were trying to find something that would save you.

He had enough and brought your attention back to him as he planted a kiss on your lips. Gentle, yet firm, just enough to ground you. When he pulled away from you, he barked out a laugh.

You were pouting, face completely red as it led down your neck.

Oh, how adorable you were.

“That was rude…”

Sylus huffs out the last of his laughter, looking at you with his signature smirk. “What? Is it rude to kiss my girlfriend now?”

“I was trying to think of a better way to explain how I feel, and you interrupted me!”

“Why yes, I deeply apologize. Please, explain to me why you want to continue to work in such a horrible environment.” Sylus spoke in such a condescending tone, but there was a light tease to his voice.

You close your eyes and let out a sigh before sucking in a deep breath.

“It’s hard to move on from something when you become used to it. Even if it’s negative… and I’m trying to take baby steps to step away from my job.”

A pregnant pause hangs in the air as you confess how you felt over the situation. You opened one eye to look at Sylus, and then the next. Sylus stares at you with an expressionless face, but then he lets out a sigh. He cups the back of your head and brings you closer to rest just under his chin.

“I trust you. I do, but it pains me knowing how you keep mentally straining yourself over this job. School is one thing, but your work? I don’t approve of it. Not in the slightest.”

You let out a small whimper as you curl up against him, nuzzling into his chest. Sylus moves his arms to wrap them around you, burrowing his nose into your hair. Both of you stayed like that for a while in his office, just soaking up the warmth and affection from one another as the only sound that was made in the room was the ticking of a clock and your guy's gentle breathing.

Eventually, you shifted in Sylus's lap and pulled away just to be able to face him. “I promise, when I’m ready to quit, I’ll come to you first.”

Sylus smiles at your words, pleased to know that the first thing you’ll do is come to him when you're ready.

You stayed with Sylus the whole week, only having to go back to Linkon when the weekend hit, so you’ll be ready for work. Throughout those days, he would bring his work tablet with him into your art studio so he would be able to see your work.

You made a small nook just for him in the corner of your studio, so any time he wanted to just be in your presence, or to just watch you while you work, he has a comfortable spot to relax in. You even made a little perch and nest for Mephisto!

Sylus looked up from his work tablet as he saw you rearrange your desk for the next semester of classes. He puts the tablet down and props his head up against his hand and watches you, a smile forming on his face. You mumbled to yourself a few times, what Sylus can only guess was that you were having a conversation in your head. Other times, he saw you counting your tubes of paint and checking your brushes for any damage.

If you did find anything that was damaged, he would happily replace it.

After all, his adorable artist deserves the best.

Sylus has started to see how you begin to expect the bad at your job, no longer surprised when something goes wrong, and how it's no longer mentally straining you…

But then you started struggling with your classes.

It wasn’t just the deadlines. It was also the insecurities of your talents. The way your Painting Professor would criticize your work instead of critiquing it.

You were drained.

And Sylus started to notice it.

On video calls he could see your head drooping just a bit while you were in the middle of painting. “Careful now, Kitten. We don’t want you to ruin your work. Why don’t you go get some sleep?”

“I’ll go to bed in a bit once I’m done with this. I want this to be good.”

“Sweetie, all your work is good. Fantastic even.”

“Yes but this is a portrait of my mom!” You put your paintbrush in the small cup of water and walk over to your phone. Sylus watches as you flip the camera and he couldn’t help but smile proudly at your work.

You used different hues and shades of blue to create a self-portrait of your mom. Adding a bit of white specks to imitate stars around her.

Truly, you outdone yourself.

“You’ve done a good job, Kitten. Fantastic even.”

“Thank you-“

“Truly, your talents have no limits. Your art skills have improved. I can see beauty in every brush stroke you created.” Sylus smirks as he sees you begin to get flustered, your cheeks turning red.

“It's a beautiful portrait of your mother, dear. You did a wonderful job.”

“It also sounds like you're complimenting my mom, too,” you softly mumble to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

Unfortunately, he did.

“Because I am. From the photos you’ve shown me of your family, it looks exactly like her.”

“Except she isn’t blue.”

“Yes, she isn’t blue.” Sylus smiles as he hears your soft giggles. Ah, his heart swoons every time he hears that soft melody.

It’s been almost a year now since both of you got together. 10 months exactly if anyone was counting. Not him. Could never be him. He thinks he should take you out on vacation during your next school break. Somewhere far from Linkon and the N109 Zone.

As Sylus plans for the next outing with you, he hears a small yawn escape from you over the phone. “Looks like you're getting tired, love. Go get ready for bed.”

You nod with your eyes closed, rubbing one of them with your hand. “Fine, I’ll get ready for bed. But is it ok if you stay on call until I fall asleep?”

“Kitten, you don’t even have to ask. I would happily stay on call with you.”

And with that, you got ready for bed. You prop your phone up against one of your stuffed animals as you finally crawl under the covers, letting out a contented sigh.

“Would you like me to sing you a lullaby, my dear? I can put one of my records on to help you sleep.”

You didn’t answer right away. A small hum escapes you as you grab hold of the crow plushie that Sylus won for you at the claw machines in Linkon.

Sylus disappears from the screen for a few minutes, and then a soft melody is heard from just the other end of the call. Soon enough, he comes back to sit at his desk, gazing back at you while your eyes begin to close. A smile begins to form on his lips.

“Sleep well, Kitten. I’ll be here if you need me.” You mumble something incoherent, making Sylus let out a chuckle and shake his head. He goes back to his work from there, letting you get your much-needed sleep.

Sylus’s jaw clenched as he heard your soft cries over the phone.

You’ve been working so hard on your paintings, putting so much work and effort into your creations. Sylus has witnessed you paint every single brush stroke and bring life to a plain white canvas.

So why is it that your Professor can’t see that? Why can’t he see how hard you worked on your piece? Why can’t your professor see the same beauty as he does in your work?

“The professor said I should have used Oil Paints instead of Acrylic. But like- I hate Oil Paints! I feel like they’re so hard to work with, and they cost so damn much too!” He hears you take a deep breath before blowing your nose. “I’m not sad, I’m just mostly frustrated with my Professor.”

“I’m starting to think your Professor isn’t qualified to even be teaching,” Sylus mentions as he pulls out his computer and starts looking up the most popular and best quality oil paints.

“And then these other students, their work is so much better than mine. Like these people paint for a career, I do it as a hobby! Someone painted a pixelated clit… a clit, Sylus. I even took a picture of it! Here, let me send it.”

Sure enough you sent it, and indeed it was a pixelated clit. Sylus lets out an amused huff after viewing it and is ready to set his phone back down, only to get another notification. You sent him images of more artwork from the other students.

Each one was different, indicating the type of individual the artist was behind their work. He admits they weren’t that bad, they were indeed pretty good.

But they weren’t yours.

“The Professor said I can try to make another one, but with Oil paints this time. I have some sketch ideas for this character I wanna do. Sarah says she’s gonna pick me up from work this Friday and we’ll be working in my apartment.”

“No.” Sylus immediately shuts you down. You were ready to question him, but he adds on, “I’ll have Luke and Kieran pick you both up. I want you working in your studio where all your supplies are set up. I’ve already placed an order for Oil paints and it should be here for tomorrow night, so they’ll be prepared for you.”

“Oh my gosh, Sylus, stop!”

“I also included some brushes in the order. I noticed how your old one was leaving bristles in the paint and how you were struggling getting them out.”

There was a long pause over the phone before Sylus heard you crying. Bawling your eyes out, more like it. The silver-haired man was just left confused as he heard you constantly crying. “You're such a wonderful boyfriend! I don’t deserve you!” Ah, so you were thankful. He could only chuckle as he heard you blow your nose again.

The week went by fast. By Friday, when Sylus greeted you at the front door of his base, he had almost forgotten he had included your friend Sarah to come over.

For you to have an uncle in the N109 Zone was something, because you visited from time to time. But for her, it was a different case.

And then there was her finding out who he truly was. Sylus was ready to threaten her to keep her mouth shut on who he is, what he does, and where to find him-

But Sarah had other plans.

“Pay me back by making me the Godmother of your children.”

You immediately start choking on your boba shake that the two of you got before getting in the car that Sylus sent for you guys. Sylus just casually rubs and pats your back as you try to get your breathing in order. He looks at Sarah with a quirked brow and an expression that you knew for a fact that he was amused.

“Is that all it would take for you to not speak about me to outside sources?”

“Bitch, talk to who? Socializing takes a lot of hard work. And to find someone to sell info? You think I have the time and energy for that shit? Hell no.” The brunette flicked her hand a few times, as if shooing away the idea.

“Oh my gosh, Sarah, no.”

“It’s a deal then.”

“SYLUS NO!”

Both Sarah and Sylus shook hands. You knew for a fact that Sylus would never back out of a deal; he always pays in full.

You start wondering if you can pass Mephisto as your child. Along with the twins.

The rest of the evening, you and Sarah stayed in your art studio. Sylus was in his usual spot as he worked on his paperwork, though he kept getting distracted by the two of you laughing and joking around. He couldn’t help but stare at you the whole time, watching how you unravel from stress and insecurity.

You needed this, he thought. To just be in a comfortable setting with him and a friend. Away from work. Away from school. Away from it all.

“Honestly, I’d say you should use the color combo you started with. Just change the hue and saturation of the paints.” Your friend's voice cuts off Sylus' thoughts as he watches Sarah demonstrate how to mix the acrylic paints.

“But the drawings… Do you think it’s ok? I mean, I know the other students have better painting experience than I… and the professor keeps making me go first! Like he just wants my art to be done with the critiquing.”

“What’s the name of your Professor again?”

“Tom, why?” You asked as you picked up a paint brush as you held the pallet, dipping your brush in the mixture and painting on the canvas along with Sarah.

“Fuck his dreams, and fuck his nightmares. I’ll kick his ass if he gives you any shit.”

Sylus couldn’t help but snort from hearing that, no longer focusing on his paperwork. His full attention is now on both of you.

“Sarah, have you been in a fight?” You turn your attention to the brunette who pushes up her glasses and turns to you with a blank expression.

“No, and if I’m honest, I’ll probably lose. I’ll try though!”

“Oh my gosh, Sarah, no!” You shove your friend, causing her to laugh as she shoves you back.

It was like that for the rest of the night. Sylus watched as you and your friend worked on your art project together. It was two characters you created, both in a fighting stance and ready to battle. From what he recalls, they were an alien species you’ve created with deep, traumatic backgrounds.

Sylus didn’t fully understand it, but when he saw how excited you were from the sketch you finished the other day before painting, he didn’t care if he fully understood it. It was created by you, and that’s all that mattered to him. So Sylus supported you, he supported you not just because he loved you, but because he believed in what you could do. That you truly do possess great talent.

He just wishes others would appreciate your work as much as he does.

When the time came to turn in your project, Sylus waited with bated breath to know how your Professor felt. He waited all day for a text message from you or a phone call.

The Leader of Onychines had Luke and Kieran on standby near his desk. If so much as he heard a sniffle from you, a hiccup, or god have mercy, a sob, would send those two out to have a… talk, with your Professor. And the twins would happily talk to him. The bastard made poor Ms. Painter cry! That wasn’t going to sit well with them.

But it was radio silence. All day, he didn’t get a text from you. Not even a call after he was done with some business.

He had Mephisto fly out to your apartment to check up on you, and before the crow was able to land on your windowsill… he was snatched up, letting out a high-pitched caw.

You were patiently waiting for either Sylus or Mephisto to drop by; either one would do! You just wanted to vent and didn’t have the energy to text or call.

“I’m ready to explode, Mephie. Explode, I say!” You hold the poor crow in your grasp. Mephisto struggled a bit but calmed when he found out it was you, letting out a friendly squeak as he looked up at you.

“Like- this motherfucker tells me ‘it’s an illustration of action that’s not active, so I don’t empathize with these characters’… What the fuck does that even mean?!” You walk across your small apartment to get to your bedroom. You quickly turn around and jump backwards, landing on your back.

You get comfy and hold Mephisto close to your chest, as if he were one of your stuffed animals. The mechanical crow didn’t seem to mind whatsoever, allowing you to hold him anyway you want to give you a sense of comfort.

“I’ve never taken advanced painting before, and I never will again. I swear, this class is making me hate painting more and more… I should just give up on it entirely.” Hearing that, Mephisto lifts his head and caws in protest.

No! You can’t stop! Don’t ever stop from what you enjoy!

“Heh, you think I shouldn’t stop, huh?” Mephisto nods to your question. You let him go and watch as he flew off to your desk.

Mephisto hopped around and pecked a few things that were lying around. When he spotted what he was looking for, he grabbed it with his beak and flew back over to your bed, dropping it right beside you.

It was one of your paint brushes.

You couldn’t help but laugh when you sat up to grab it. “I have another project I need to start on. Do you want to help me, Mephie?” Mephisto bobbed his head and let out a beep. “Alright, let me get my stuff together. It’s on another large canvas.”

Sylus waited patiently still, and he felt like he could finally breathe when Mephisto updated him on what you were doing. When Mephisto sent a short video of you flinging paint at your blank canvas, he couldn’t help but let out a snort. Luke and Kieran poked their head in their boss’s office to ask if they could go handle your professor yet, but Sylus just shook his head and motioned for the twins to come over to him.

In the video now, you were stabbing the canvas with your paintbrush. The twins couldn’t help but burst out laughing as they watched you attack your work with creative gusto. You pause for a second to give the cavas a break and walk over to the desk. Mephisto tilts his head in the video and watches as you come back with a painter's tape.

“I’m gonna shut this fucker up.”

Luke and Kieran were bent over laughing, basically wheezing as they watched you wrap your canvas in tape. Even a smile was forming on Sylus's face as he tried to cover it with his hand.

You were acting like him when he was interrogating someone.

“Where’s my switchblade?”

Kieran and Luke both came back to watch you pretend to question your project before stabbing it. Kieran had to step away as he was starting to cough from laughing, and tried to get his breathing in order. Luke inhales deeply, already getting his breathing in order as he watches you question your canvas and pretend to tease it with the knife before stabbing it.

“Boss, please, let us go visit her.”

“Yes! Please! I wanna help her too!” Kieran had his breathing under control now as he and his twin both looked at their boss, hoping he would say yes.

“No, leave her be for now. She just needs to get it out of her system.” Sylus waves his hand, dismissing the idea of sending the twins over to pick you up or for them to visit you.

“Mephie, attack!”

The sound of a caw was heard through the speaker on Sylus' phone and the next thing he sees is Mephisto stabbing the canvas with his beak.

Only you, kitten, Sylus thought as he couldn’t help but chuckle at your demand.

For the rest of the night, Sylus continues to request videos of you from Mephisto. Watching as you assaulted your art project was pure entertainment for him. He wanted to watch more of you just cursing at your paints and the canvas.

It took awhile, but eventually you finally calmed down and started calmly mixing your paints together. Mephisto helped while hopping from paint tube to paint tube when he thought a good color could be used.

Your final result was an abstract piece. Different colors splattered against the canvas and added a texture to it. Bumps and ridges formed over the dried acrylic as you began to strip off the painters tape, revealing an untouched canvas area that was protected by the tape. You go over those sections with a solid color careful that your paint brush doesn’t leave any of the bristles in the paint.

You created sections in the piece and began to paint something different in each one. You lift up a tube of red acrylic paint and squeeze out a large amount and begin to dip your hand in red paint and press it in the center. Mephisto watches as you apply more force to it before pulling back and going to wash your hand in the bathroom.

“Well, the background to this is going to be nice. Anyway, time to start the other one.” Mephisto perks his head up at that and caws at you, tilting his head in question. “Yeah, I have to make a second one.”

“Cra! Caw!”

“One more hour, buddy. Then I’ll go to bed, promise.”

Mephisto huffs as he goes to grab another tube of paint for you, ready to start the next project with you.

The next morning you called Sylus as soon as you woke up. His voice was husky and groggy as it sounded like you woke him up.

“Ah- sorry, I can call you later. I forgot this is the time you usually go to bed.”

“Oh no, you don’t, sweetie. I’ve been waiting to hear from you all day. Are you doing better now?”

“Yeah. Did Mephisto tell you?” You were still curled up in your bed, pulling the covers up to your chin while holding the crow plushie. “I’m sorry I didn’t text or call you… I didn’t want to bother you with my many complaints. At this point, I must sound like a broken record complaining about the same damn thing, heh…”

Sylus furrows his brows as he hears your nervous chuckle. You? A bother? Never. Not in a million years. And he’s sure in every single universe, you could never bother him, not even a little bit, even if you tried. How cute.

“Do you think speaking about your troubles would put me off, dear? I enjoy any time I get with you, even if it is you venting out your frustration. Which I must ask, did you get the intel from your victim?” Sylus couldn’t help but tease you, already imagining your confused expression before hearing a loud groan.

“Ugh… did Mephisto show you that?” You cover your head with the blanket. Even though Sylus couldn’t see you, you felt embarrassed by the idea of him watching you take out your frustration on a simple and innocent canvas.

“Yes, the twins had a blast just watching you attack the poor canvas. They wanted to join you, but I told them not to bother you.”

“Tell them next time when I work on another painting, they can help stab it.” Sylus chuckles at that, already imagining the twins holding up their knives as they help you with your next project.

He hears you yawn on the other end of the call and chuckles. “Go back to sleep, kitten. You don’t have work today, right? Try and catch up on sleep.”

“But I’m not tired…” You rub your eyes as you say that. You're such a liar, and Sylus doesn’t need to see you to know you're still sleepy.

Sylus was already being pulled back to his slumber by the sound of your soft breathing. He huffed out a chuckle and adjusted himself in his bed, lying on his back as he stared at the ceiling now. “When is your project due?”

“Hm, this one is due in a few days. I also need to work on my Welding project. I’m making a Uter-ring.” As soon as you said that, there was a long pause over the phone, and you think Sylus fell back asleep. But you were proven wrong when you heard the sound of fabric from his bed shifting.

“A what?”

“A Uter-ring. A ring that looks like a Uterus.”

Sylus had to sit up in bed because he knew what his girlfriend was going to say was going to be ridiculous, and yet, it was just like her. He couldn’t help but snort and cover the smile on his face, even though nobody was around to witness it.

“Babe! I can hear you laughing!”

I’m sorry, I just- why?”

“It’s called art for a reason. It would be hard to explain it to you.”

Sylus huffed and shook his head, yet he couldn’t get rid of the ridiculous smile on his face. “Well, when you finish it, I wanna see this ‘Uter-ring’ that my lovely partner made.” As soon as he heard you giggling, he decided to lie back down. “Now get some sleep, kitten.”

“Ok, ok… Sylus?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I love you.” Right after you said those words, you hung up. Tossing your phone across your bed in favor of squealing into your pillow.

It’s not the first time you’ve said those three words. And it will never be the last, but you just couldn’t help but get all fuzzy every time you tell him how you feel.

Over where Sylus was, he just looked at his phone after his call with you. He taps it a few times and presses it against his ear, hearing the dial tone. Once he heard your soft voice greeting him as if you didn’t just hang up on him, he smirked.

“I love you, too, kitten.”

Usually, your Professor made you go first. You don’t know why, since he didn’t do it based on alphabetical order, but you think it’s because he just wants to get yours over with.

As if showing off your work was a waste of time.

But today you were last. You weren’t sure if it was because your Professor wanted to give you a break from always calling you out, or maybe because you have something he may like.

When it finally came to the critiquing of your piece, everyone loved it. They complemented the chaotic nature of it, from the cuts and the paint splatter, your classmates encouraged you to make more of something like this. Even during the critiquing period, it felt like advice more than it did insults or to tear you down from what you made.

You stood there completely confused. You were thankful and happy for the advice, along with the compliments your classmates gave you…

But where was all of this when you worked on your other pieces?

When class was over, you began to gather your stuff and place them in your bag before carefully grabbing your two projects. You were thankful that it was the last class of the day before you went home. All you wanted to do was go home and think about your emotions during the whole ordeal.

As you exited the main building, you saw a small crowd gathered at the front entrance of the school gates. Mostly girls pointing at someone and giggling behind their hands.

When you got to the front gates, you saw just what they were pointing at.

There, Sylus was casually leaning against the hood of a black convertible as he was looking at his phone. You stood there staring at him, looked behind you at the group of girls, and then turned back around to stare at your boyfriend.

They want to admire your hot boyfriend? Well they are about to admire him along with his dumbass girlfriend.

You carry your canvases above your head and sprint full on towards him.

Sylus was scrolling through his phone to pass the time as he waited for you. He was going through old text messages between you and him, smiling at some of the dumb jokes or events that you shared with him. His thoughts were broken when he heard the sound of hard footsteps approaching. When he looked up, Sylus saw you carrying your canvases above your head, practically charging at him.

You then dropped your projects and launched yourself at your boyfriend.

Sylus has to quickly use his evol to catch your art before it hits the pavement as he braces himself for your impact. You jump on him, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. Sylus couldn’t help but laugh as he used his evol to be placed in the back of his car before moving his arms to support you before you fell off of him.

“Well, this is a surprise, kitten. Or should I call you koala? Because you sure are enjoying being one right now.”

“Shush, trees don’t talk. They only support the koala as they latch onto them,” you retort back which causes Sylus to snort.

Sylus didn’t mind people staring. They could stare all they wanted. “Why did you throw your work? I would have accepted this affection either way.”

“Don’t care about the work, I want my boyfriend…” You mumbled against his chest and nuzzled against him.

Sylus rolls his eyes, but there is no annoyance to it. He began to walk to the passenger side of his car, adjusting his hold on you to hold you with one arm and open the car door with the other. He goes to try and get you to sit in the passenger seat, but you don't unwrap your legs from around his waist. “Honey… are you going to be difficult?”

“... No?” You pull your face away from his chest and look up at Sylus, giving him the best innocent eyes you could give.

You still don’t unwrap your legs, which causes your boyfriend to raise a brow.

“You say no, yet you're still being difficult. I guess we won’t go see the surprise I made for you.” Sylus lets out a long sigh, acting like he’s disappointed.

You finally unwrap yourself from Sylus and look up at him with furrowed brows. “You made me something?” Your mind began to race with multiple things on what Sylus, the Leader of Onychines, could have made for you.

It couldn’t be a gun, no. You don’t need one, and you don’t feel comfortable carrying one around. Sylus has tried to give you one in the past, so he knows you would be safe, but you refused every time. So instead, he taught you how to use one, just in case you came across one and needed to use one.

You like going on motorcycle rides with him, where you get to sit behind him and hold him. Though you have never actually driven one before, so it couldn’t be that.

If he bought another fucking castle just for you, you were going to be pissed! As sweet as it was, 5 castles is way too much for someone like you!

Sylus chuckles as he watches you try and figure out what he could have possibly planned for you. The facial expressions you were making were hilarious, and he couldn’t help but flick you on your forehead, which caused you to flinch and be brought back to reality. “Whatever is running through your head right now, it's going to be wrong.”

“I was just thinking about how mad I’m going to be if you bought me another castle,” you say as you rub your forehead while he prompts you to sit in the passenger seat. Sylus closes the car door and walks to the driver's side.

When he sat down and adjusted his mirrors, you looked over at him, thinking that his silence was a yes.

“Sylus I swear-,”

“I didn’t buy a castle. You told me the last time you didn’t want to have the responsibility of having 5 castles. I made something that would be more meaningful; something I know you would love.”

You turned your attention to Sylus as he started up the car and carefully began to drive out of the pickup area of the school. He hands you a pair of yellow star-shaped sunglasses that he kept in the car for you. They were an impulse buy, and Sylus thought they looked cute on you, so they always stayed in his car.

“So what is the surprise anyway?” You take the sunglasses from him and place them on your face. Sylus glances over at you, smiling at how adorable you look, before he has to shift his gaze back on the road.

“It's a surprise, so I can't tell you.”

It was a long drive, and you weren’t sure where Sylus was taking you. During the whole drive, you rapid-fired him with question after question. Even poking his bicep and cheek a few times to get him to answer. All the silver-haired male had to do was place his hand on your knee, and that got you to shut up and behave yourself.

Sylus didn’t do it as a threat, oh no. He did it because he knew you would become a shy, blushing mess.

And it was fun to tease you when you got like that.

It was a 3-hour drive, and Sylus took you to one of the Warehouses he owns in the N109 zone. You were ready to question why he brought you here when you exited his car, but you were more curious about why he was pulling your two art projects from the back seat.

You were about to open your mouth, but he answered before you had the chance to question. “Just adding two more pieces for the Exhibit.”

“Exhibit? What exhibit?” You follow after him as he walks over to the warehouse holding both your pieces. He doesn’t answer you, but he turns his head towards you and gives you one of his rare, gentle smiles.

Both of you made it to the front of the warehouse, where one of the doors was already open… and surprisingly decorated?

Sylus lets you walk inside first, and you nearly lose your breath.

A small section of the warehouse was transformed into a mini art exhibit. Large Panels were propped up like fake walls, and some of your paintings were displayed on them. You were so focused on seeing your work on pedestals and displays that you didn’t even notice that there were other people here, admiring your work.

“Sylus… what is all this?” You turn to see your boyfriend still holding your latest works and walk over to two of the empty panels. Sylus places them on each one and displays them with precision, making sure they are displayed straight and aren’t tilting in any way.

“My little Artist was starting to feel insecure about her Paintings and Artwork. She said she was beginning to lose interest in it due to a professor criticizing her hard work and passion. As a fan of her work, I wanted to let her know that others enjoy her piece as much as I do.” Sylus backs away from the Display panel and admires the painted canvas.

Though his gaze moved over to you as he saw you, your eyes started to become misty. A gentle smile graced his lips as he reached out to you and carefully pulled you closer to him. As soon as you were flushed by his side, you wrapped both arms around him and rested your head against his arm.

“You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“No, I didn’t have to. But I wanted to. I wanted to show off the projects you worked so hard on, the silly doodles you make, and the characters you create with intense backstories. I may not understand everything you draw, but I love hearing the passion you have for what you create. “

A stray tear falls from your eye, and Sylus wipes it away. You look up at him to see the gentle gaze he was looking down at you with, making your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“I like to think the opposite. As someone as creative and expressive as you, a person like me doesn’t deserve a bright star like you, sweetie.”

“Sylus, shut up, I’m going to start crying if you keep talking like that.”

Sylus chuckles and plants a kiss on your head. You nuzzle your face more into his body and hold him tighter.

“Ah shit, I wanted to say hi but I think I’m interrupting something.” You perked your head up when you heard a familiar voice, turning your head you saw Sarah approaching the two of you.

“Oh my gosh! You're here?!”

“Uh, yeah? I was invited by your boyfriend.”

“But did you have to dress like… that?” Sylus motioned to the outfit she wore. A duck-patterned shirt with blue jeans.

“You said I was more than welcome to wear something comfortable!”

“Yes, but I was hoping for more casual wear.”

“Bitch, this is casual,” Sarah said as she strikes a pose, causing you to snort and go into a laughing fit. Sylus shook his head but he couldn’t be mad. Your friend was able to make you laugh like this was a blessing, and he was happy to see you be so carefree.

Once you got your breathing in order, you started talking to your friend about the exhibit. Sarah explains to you that this was more of Sylus’s idea to set everything up. He was the one to buy the display pedestals and panels

“This asshole right here called me at 3 am to ask me if I knew anything on how to set up an art exhibit. I said no, and he sent me a list of things he might need and a gift card to a fast food joint.”

“You bribed my friend?” You turn your head to Sylus, who acted innocent.

“Who me? Never. I wouldn’t dream of bribing a dear friend of yours to help set up something that would be a lot to you. Why would you think such a thing?” Sylus smiled the whole time as he sarcastically answered you.

Sarah lets out a sigh and crosses her arms before shaking her head. She looks up at you with a smile, “I miss my wife, Tails.”

You snorted at the words she said, and Sylus only looked confused but smiled nevertheless.

“I'll be back,” Sarah waves to you as she walks off, heading to another part of the exhibit where a woman is standing and admiring one of your sketches.

“What was so funny about what she said?”

“I’ll explain it to you another time. It’s just a video we both love to watch,” You confess as you try to hide your smile behind your hand. Sylus was still confused, but he just playfully flicked your forehead, making you playfully swat at him.

Through the rest of the night, you walked around the art exhibit that was dedicated to you. The people that came were actually some of Sylus people that work under him. They complimented your hard work and expressed how wonderful each piece was. Though some expressed they weren’t a huge art fan and wouldn’t usually go to an art exhibit, they did get a laugh from some of the brief explanations of the pieces and enjoyed seeing your colorful work.

Sylus loved seeing you light up with every compliment his workers gave you. The sparkle in your eyes when they asked you to explain more of your work, the way you laugh with your explanations, he couldn’t get enough of you.

He was falling in love with you all over again.

Luke and Kieran came over and started showing you their drawings and sketches. While they were helping Sarah set everything up, your work inspired them to start their own. You laugh at the cute stick figure drawings they made, praising them for their hard work and giving them both pats on the head, which they accepted happily.

A few hours go by, and the mini-exhibit begins to come to an end. All the guests say goodbye to you and Sylus, especially Sylus. They were thankful to their leader for allowing them to see such wonderful pieces that you created, and wanted to ask if there will ever be another.

You didn’t know how to answer that, so you just looked up at Sylus… who was looking down at you with a smile. He was waiting for your answer, and you weren't even sure what to say!

You turn back to the few people who asked you the question, and try to appear more confident, yet you are also unsure of yourself. “Um… Maybe? I’m not sure, but once I make more pieces, we can set something up!” That answer was enough for them as they thanked you once again before leaving.

Sarah and her wife came over to say their goodbyes before heading out. This was also the first time meeting her wife too.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, my name is Elissia. Sarah is always sharing stories and jokes that you both tell each other.” Elissia smiles and shakes your hand. She was pretty; with her black hair braided to the side and wearing a yellow and white floral-patterned sundress. She was even wearing rubber duck clip-on earrings, just to match with Sarah.

“It's nice to meet you, Elissia. And thank you for coming. I… honestly didn’t know anything about this until a few hours ago,” you said, shyly rubbing the back of your neck.

“I figured. She was rushing while buying all the supplies this morning. When I asked what was going on, she only said ‘The damn Fruitsmith’, and went off to the nearst hardware store.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, that sounds like her.”

Sylus and Sarah were standing off to the side, watching you and Elissia chat. Both of them were just admiring their partners from a short distance. Without breaking his gaze away from you, Sylus spoke up to speak to Sarah.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“How many godchildren do you want?” Sylus heard her snort and glanced over to him, seeing Sarah begin to ponder.

“Can’t have just one… and I want it to be less than eight.”

“YOU WANT ME TO HAVE EIGHT CHILDREN?!” Both Sarah and Sylus turn to see you staring at them with a modified expression.

“Excuse you. We are trying to have a private conversation here.”

“Not if it involves my womb!”

Before Sarah says something, Elissia comes over and begins pushing Sarah out the door. “Don’t listen to her! I’m just gonna take her away for now. It was nice meeting you!” Elissia waves as she turns to Sarah and begins scolding her.

“Eight? Eight children?! What is wrong with you?!”

“I was only joking! I didn’t think she would hear!”

“You're lucky I love you and decided to marry you.”

Their voices begin to fade out, and the only ones left in the warehouse are you and Sylus. He steps over to you and wraps an arm around your waist. You try and act annoyed, but you lean against him while looking at your old sketches.

“You are Sarah are always teasing me.”

“We’re practically Besties at this point.” You giggle at the image of Sylus and Sarah hanging out like two friends.

Sylus looks down at you fondly. When you look up at him, he swore he can see stars in your eyes, how the light shimmered in them. He chuckles when you look away from him as to hide your increasing blush. But he didn’t let you, he hooked a finger under your chin and brought your gaze back to him, and from there he leaned down to kiss you. You let out a soft hum and close your eyes. Sylus carefully cups your face in his palms and breaks away.

“I love you so much. I will support everything you do, and all you do. Even if it pains me to see you struggle, I will always be here to catch you.” His words were just a whisper against your lips, but his declaration was loud and clear.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, planting a small kiss on his lips. “I love you, too. And thank you for being here for me.” Sylus wraps his arms around you tightly and buries in face in the crevice of your neck.

Work was still going to be hell, and you knew your classes were going to get harder. But you were starting to feel like everything was going to be alright.

As your biggest fan, Sylus was going to be right here to support you.

I hope you all enjoyed it! I'll be making a masterlist soon for Lads it seems, so be on the lookout for that!

For now, I'm gonna focus on the ones in my inbox, and hopefully I'll make more of stuff like this in the future!

#x reader #lads sylus #lads x reader #lads #sylus x reader #sylus #love and deepspace

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lscpu · 3 days ago

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thank my brain for conjuring up ‘alt world michael possesses young dean & runs him rugged & leaves him a drooling mess on purpose.’ featuring enochian rib sigils that baffle the doctors who find dean, unresponsive dean, angels watching sam & john for clues because they can’t find dean themselves, original michael flipping out because he was promised this vessel and really, really liked it already

i’m imagining him slipping easily into dean’s head because dean had said yes to alt michael already, unknowingly

michael tries to try to assess the damage, maybe whisper sweet calming nothings, being pretty possessive & soft, the whole thing

this is happening only once john finds dean in a mental health institution signed in as a john doe. him n sam n bobby n pastor jim n all their hunter friends spent weeks trying to find him and they do — with symptoms of purposeful archangel possession damage, though they have no idea that’s a thing.

then dean suddenly, after days of a comatose guy routine, comes to, muttering no’s n please don’t’s and replying to dad that ‘it’s in my head’ before michael shushes and reassures him that he’s just there to help. michael trying to fix up the damage because it’s not easily healable, trying to sand down the rib sigils that kept dean hidden from him without too much damage & adding a sigil to the inside of the back of dean’s skull so he never can lose the sights of him again <3

angels could wipe the months that dean was gone from the hunters’ memories, but that’ll leave a lot of holes for the humans to realize that something’s wrong. so they leave the kidnapping in there, but michael wipes dean’s memory anyway to spare him the damage and trauma from what wasn’t meant to happen

dean will still have remnants & feel the itch at the back of his skull, like he’s tethered to something, somewhere, that he can’t pinpoint

i just think about michael possessing his true vessel with care and love and ownership and checking every nook n cranny in that head to fix the archangel vessel trauma, but also to know his true vessel and what makes him tick a bit better

i think about this a lot

#deanmichael #dean winchester #michael supernatural #dw #md #jessio speaks #prompts

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queenerdloser · 6 months ago

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i have my own little quibbles with it, but overall the wicked movie was such a good time. i laughed, i cried, i got literal goosebumps during defying gravity.

#liveblogging life #ariana grande for all her faults was phenom in this. she blew me away tbh.#my only real quibble: much as i love jonathan bailey - and i do! - and as good as he was as fiyero - he was!#he just really did. look too old for that part. hard for me take him seriously as a freewheeling college playboy #when he looks about late 30s/40s #i was so pleased they kept so much from the original and added in these little easter eggs #super fun! super charming! great chemistry with the cast!#considering i was a little put off by the trailer i was so happy to be blown away and enjoyed myself so much #also the first time in a LONG TIME where i was like oh yeah i tmakes sense they did two parts #like yeah! i'm glad they did!#i think the movie would have definitely suffered from trying to fit it all into one tbh.

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nyerus · 7 months ago

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A Masterpost for the Revised Version of TGCF

Due to the amount and frequency of misinformation about the revised version of TGCF, I wanted to make a post to serve as a resource for those who are confused about it, while also helping to debunk some of the sensationalist rumors floating around.

This post will be edited to include new things as needed.

⚠️Spoiler Warning: if you have not finished reading the original novel, or want to experience the new scenes from the revised naturally/fresh, please proceed with caution! I've intentionally kept things as vague as possible, but some spoilers are unavoidable!⚠️

✨ PART ONE: Frequently Asked Questions ✨

🔹What is the "revised" version of TGCF?

MXTX had been working on a revised version of TGCF since completing the original, as mentioned this in her postscript/afterword, and in an online interview (Q.27) done years ago just as she competed TGCF. That's all that was known for several years.

In early 2023, TGCF was finally released in print format in mainland China — and this was revealed to be the revised version! Due to regulations, this was a censored edition. However, in early 2024, the uncensored edition was uploaded to JJWXC (the site where all of MXTX's webnovels were originally published)! It's currently fully available to read in Simplified Chinese.

If you want a more in-depth explanation about the revised, please see my post about that here.

🔹What does the revised change compared to the original?

Several scenes have been added, some removed, others expanded upon. Overall, MXTX reportedly wrote 100k characters (words) of new content. While the overarching plot of each arc and the novel as a whole remains the same, it's a more cohesive and polished story. Pacing in each part of the story has been adjusted to flow better, especially in arcs notorious for feeling slow or disjointed.

Some segments have had fairly significant changes — namely the Bloody Banquet/Fang Xin Guoshi arc. (Though it still plays out much the same way.) Most others have smaller changes.

A new extra was also added, called "the Ghost King Dressed Down," which has been translated by Scarabsi on twitter.

🔹How does the revised version effect characters?

Apart from certain minor characters — such as the child Lang Ying who was removed entirely — there haven't been many drastic changes. The biggest thing was side characters like Lang Qianqiu and Ling Wen being given notably more backstory to further flesh them out. Their characterization itself hasn't changed, however.

🔹Which version is canon, then?

Whichever you want, and you can mix-and-match! MXTX has given fans her blessings and encouragement!

🔹How do I read the revised version in English?

Currently, there are no official or unofficial English translations of the whole revised version. Nor are there any plans to do so for the near future.

However, there are English fan translations of a few notable chapters, which you can read here. There's also instructions on that site on how to read the rest of the updated webnovel in English, using a browser extension.

Additionally, the audio drama is adapting the uncensored revised version, and has been doing an amazing job! Check out how to listen to that with English subs here.

✨PART TWO: Debunking Rumors & Clearing up Misinformation✨

Note that all chapter numbers given will be referencing the webnovel's. The old chapters are also available towards the bottom of the page as "serialized versions."

(Translated screenshots provided are janky because it's just basic google MTL!)

🔸"Mentions of Mu Qing's mother was removed from the revised!"

Not at all! Both his parents are still mentioned, along with how Mu Qing is the primary breadwinner due to his mom's failing eyesight. (Ch. 57)

🔸"The earring scene isn't there anymore!"

The earring scene is still very much there! Not actually sure why this is a rumor at all, when the whole earring thing spans several chapters. Here's the conclusion of it (Ch. 59):

🔸"Characters have been butchered in general, with Mu Qing especially getting scenes cut!"

No character (who didn't straight-up get deleted) has been butchered. Nor has any character been singled out for having their scenes deleted/changed, because that's happened to every character — yes, including Xie Lian and Hua Cheng! — and they also have new scenes added!

E.g. the scene where Mu Qing picks the cherries is removed, because that whole section was changed. (However, it's still mentioned that others are prejudiced against him due to his background, and so on.) Meanwhile, there's a brand-new scene that shows Mu Qing's aptitude in treating wounds, as well as he and Feng Xin having new hijinks as "junior officials" with Xie Lian, and more.

Despite the rumors, characters haven't been flattened to make them more one-dimensional compared to Hualian. Perhaps the idea of certain scenes being cut sounds scary for characterization, but a lot of the original has been retained one way or another. In many cases, MXTX just condensed things, or moved them around. The revised is meant to be looked at as a whole, after all.

🔸"Mu Qing now leaves for no reason in Book/Arc 4, instead of for his mother!"

Mu Qing clearly states in the revised that he wants to leave in order to find a way to improve their situation, since they anyways cannot agree amongst themselves. Just like in the original, he was frustrated and felt there was no point in continuing along the same path. (Ch 152)

And yes, he does not bring up his mother in the revised scene. For context: there is a three year gap between the end of Book/Arc 2 and the start of 4. Which means in the original, Mu Qing didn't mention his mother for those three years. Given the events leading to his departure, and what follows, this causes several inconsistencies.

That is a whole topic unto itself, however. But it's not surprising the revised did it a bit differently.

🔸"Feng Xin isn't as funny anymore!"

Feng Xin is actually one of the least changed characters! This rumor likely stems from the scene where Xie Lian reveals his password, to Feng Xin, who no longer rolls on the floor while laughing. Or maybe it's a miscommunication based on the printed revised, which censored some of his (and Qi Rong's) cursing. But that was only for the printed!

🔸"Ling Wen's character isn't as interesting because of the changes!"

People will really say anything on the internet. She's been given more depth and complexity, if anything. There's new scenes that expand on her background and early days in heaven, and her relationship with Bai Jing has been given a lot of extra attention. Her motivations and actions remain the same, but if the subtext was missed in the original, it could have led to some readers thinking of Ling Wen as certain way. Like a ruthless girlboss.

The revised reiterating that this isn't the case doesn't change or detract from her, as that was one of the points of her story to begin with. Plus, the revised arc gives Bai Jing much-needed characterization.

🔸"Ling Wen's ascension is now due to Jing Wen/not on her own merit/etc!"

Frankly, this rumor might be due to people not properly understanding how ascension works in TGCF, and thinking the revised is adding something that they forgot was already in the original. The revised didn't change anything about the manner in which Ling Wen ascended.

You can actually check out the revised Brocade Immortal arc here for yourself, as it's been fan translated!

🔸"The dynamic between Hualian is different in the revised!"

Their dynamic is exactly the same as before, only reinforced if anything. If the new additions are enough to destroy someone’s image of Hualian or turn it on its head, that’s definitely not a fault with either novel version!

🔸"The scene where Hua Cheng is disguised as Lang Ying and accidentally catches Xie Lian bathing is removed!"

Unfortunately, yes, the bathing scene is gone. However, Hua Cheng in disguise is still there — he's a village kid instead.

🔸"MXTX made changes to side characters/ships because she felt threatened by their popularity compared to her main couple!"

This one just doesn't really make sense, because several side characters were given *more* content — including their relationships.

Lang Qianqiu finally feels like an actual character. Quan Yizhen and Yin Yu have new stuff about them. Shi Wudu has some clever little cameos. Pei Ming’s feelings about Yushi Huang are brought up. Pei Xiu’s backstory is even more heartbreaking. Qi Rong has new scenes that make him feel genuinely menacing. Xiao Ying’s been completely revamped. These are just to name a few, and excluding things already talked about above.

It seems unlikely that MXTX would go through the trouble of adding to her side characters if she didn’t care about them, felt they weren’t important, or thought they were getting undeserved attention. Besides, popular characters like Shi Qingxuan and He Xuan had no cuts to their arc!

Looking at the actual metrics… MXTX has no need to feel threatened by her side ships vs her main ships.

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #hob #heaven official's blessing #meta #guide #i think? idk #if youre reading this going 'wow ive never heard of any of those rumors!' congratulations and good job

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darkwitchoferie · 4 months ago

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Train Ride - Chapter 2, Jeongin

A/N: Apologies, this is later than originally intended. During my proofreading, I realized I kept flipping tenses, which – annoying. But that meant I had to do a little more heavy editing than I intended. Do you ever just look at a word while proofreading and think ‘that’s not a real word’, but it totally is and is in fact the correct word you meant to use? Yeah, happened a few times. Please lmk if you want to be added to the taglist.

To my new followers – hello, welcome. My fic ideas are few and, sometimes, far between. But I hope you continue to enjoy this one. Oh, that said, don’t think I won’t finish this one. This one is already more than half finished and the half that isn’t written is outlined.

Cw/tw for this chapter: vaginal fingering, nipple play unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (m & f receiving), “accidental” exhibitionism, threesome

wc: 2.7k

Master list

Over the next week, the pair of you discussed your boundaries. Mostly they vary based on what the other individual guys might like or want, but there were hard lines for both of you. Mostly for you, and mostly centered on things you just didn’t like to do sexually. Though you did include things like allowing them all to have you with no additional protection since you had an IUD. As long as they were comfortable with it, you already knew they were all clean. The one hard rule was that if, at any time, you or Chan realized this type of sexually-opened, hopefully fully polyamorous, relationship was no longer working for you as a couple or as individuals, you’d say something. You two would keep talking about it, and include the others when and if they decided to fully be in a relationship with either of you, to keep making sure it was still a healthy relationship for all involved.

Then the conversation turned to how to invite the other seven members. You suggested posting a pic or short video of yourself masturbating into the group chat and inviting anyone who wanted to to come over and play.

Chan groaned, then laughed. “I think you’d give more than one of them a heart attack if you tried that. But definitely hold onto that idea for later.”

You then agree that they should be approached one-on-one, with each method to be different, depending on who you’re approaching. You suggested Jeongin first, seeing as he’s Chan’s roommate. You figure, and Chan agrees, that’ll make him the easiest target.

You specifically chose a day he has a schedule without the others, a photo shoot that was just him. Chan invited you over after he’d already left, letting you know that, as long as nothing went wrong, I.N would be back to their apartment by 3:30. You tried to keep yourselves distracted, not wanting to get started too soon. After all, it wouldn’t look like you’d accidentally forgotten what time he’d be back if he walked in after you were finished. Still, the anticipation and desire was making you both squirmy.

Finally, Chan’s reminder alarm goes off. You couldn’t help it, the second he looked at you after silencing it, you started giggling.

“Baby?”

“Sorry. Just, ya know, us – scheduling sex.” You laughed harder and he joined in this time. Your giggles continued, even as he gripped your hips and pulled you against him, dipping his head down to press open mouthed kisses to your neck. Chan makes quick work of your clothes, leaving you completely naked in no time.

“Already so wet, baby girl,” he muttered against the skin over your sternum as he runs a finger up and down your slit.

“Like you haven’t been hard for the last hour,” you countered. He only hummed, not denying it. That caused another gush of arousal from you – knowing he wanted this as much as you.

He laid you back on the couch, steadily kissing, licking, and sucking his way down your body until he got where he wanted to be. The flat of his tongue pressing against your clit had you arching your hips toward him and reaching down to grip his hair.

Despite inviting Jeongin to join you being the whole point, neither of you noticed right away when he walked in. It was when you heard his bag drop to the floor that you looked up and caught sight of him, flushed and staring at you. You were facing the front door and Chan had his back to it so, if not for your boyfriend blocking his view, he’d have a perfect view of your wet cunt.

“Innie,” you whimpered, reaching out toward him and digging a heel into Chan’s side. Chan pulled away, the bottom of his face coated in your arousal.

“Shit, sorry, Iyen-ah. Didn’t realize you’d be back already.” When he didn’t respond, but his eyes drifted down and locked on your pussy, the pair of you grinned at each other. “Iyen-ah?” Chan worked to hide his amusement as he waved a hand in front of the other’s man’s face.

That seemed enough to jolt him back to what was going on. He dropped his face, cheeks flushing deeper with the embarrassment of being caught. “Shit. Sorry, hyung. Sorry, noona. I’ll just, uh…. Go, yeah, I….”

“Innie, do you want a taste?”

His head snapped up and gaze locked on Chan’s face so fast, it almost gave you whiplash just from seeing it. “What?”

“I know how good she looks, spread out like this. And I can see you like what you see,” Chan nodded at the noticeable bulge in his pants. “Do you. Want. A taste?” He repeated his question, just a little slower.

“I… uh…. I mean –”

“Innie, please,” you pleaded, holding out your hand to him again. Slowly, nervously, Jeongin made his way over to you, eyes fixed on your face with a look that said he was waiting for someone to say you were just teasing him or you’d changed your mind. When he got close, you popped up just enough to grab his shirt and pull him in toward you. He stumbled a bit, but caught himself by bracing one hand on the back of the couch and the other landed just barely under you. “Do you wanna kiss me?” You asked softly, lips already close to his where he hovered over you.

“Yes,” he whispered, nodding. You grinned and pulled him fully into you. The small moan that escaped him as your lips connected had you clenching around nothing in anticipation. Chan, from his new vantage point sitting on the floor beside the couch, had a perfect view of it and reached out to squeeze your calf.

You weren’t sure if he realized then that you weren’t joking with him, or if he’d just decided to take advantage for as long as he could, but Jeongin quickly took control of the kiss. He tugged his hand out from under you, cupping your cheek and tilting your head for a better angle to deepen the kiss. One knee came down between your spread thighs to better hold himself up. His hand came off the back of the couch, fingertips grazing down your side, from shoulder to hip.

“Tease,” you muttered, pulling away just enough to speak, but your lips still touched his as you spoke. This time, as that same hand travelled down your side, his thumb brushed over your nipple causing you to gasp against his lips. This seemed to be all the encouragement he needed as his touches became a lot firmer and more deliberate after that. He shifted so that the hand that had been cupping your cheek was now holding your hip, thumb gently rubbing against the skin there. Starting at your jaw line, he began pressing open mouthed kisses across your jaw, under your ear, down your neck, and over your collar bone. You tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair, not letting him move too far away from your skin.

The hand on your hip slid over and two of his fingers gently pressed into you at the same time he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. You moaned, arching into him and feeling him smirk against your nipple at your reaction. You whimpered, moaned, and writhed on the couch under Jeongin as he played your body as if he’d been taking lessons for years. He alternated sucking and licking your nipple, while his free hand pinched and rolled the other, then he switched sides. Meanwhile his fingers in your cunt were moving at the perfect speed to get you to and keep you on the edge of an orgasm without tipping over. Occasionally, his thumb would press on and gently rub circles against your clit. Again, just enough to not let you cum. It was maddening, but you loved it.

On the floor, Chan unzipped his pants with one hand to relieve the pressure while his other hand smoothed up and down the back of your calf, grounding himself and making sure you knew he was still there. He pressed a kiss to the top of your knee, causing you to jolt a little at the unexpected feeling.

“Forget I was here, baby girl?” Chan chuckled. You felt Jeongin twitch at Chan’s voice. “Clearly not the only one who forgot. Oh no, Iyen-ah,” Chan said as he started to back away. “Don’t stop now. She hasn’t cum yet, and you haven’t even had a real taste of her.”

Jeongin groaned, dropping his forehead to your chest. But his fingers didn’t stop. Instead, after a moment, his mouth started traveling down again, pressing open mouthed kisses to your tummy, licking or nibbling on the soft, smooth skin. He looked up at you, lips hovering over your cunt.

“Please, Innie.” Gently, you tugged at the hair you still had your fingers tangled in. He dropped a chaste kiss against your clit then wrapped his lips around it, flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves, pulling matching moans from the pair of you. Chan’s grip on your calf tightened as he watched his friend finger you and suck on your clit. There was something about hearing the oh-so-familiar sounds you made when he wasn’t the one causing them that was driving him crazy in the best way.

You felt Jeongin’s tongue slip down to join his fingers, pushing into your cunt and thrusting a few times, before flicking up again to press against your clit. Your legs, that had been just spread on either side of him, came up to rest over his shoulders and hold his body against you as you grew closer to your orgasm. Finally, with a crook of his fingers and a particularly harsh suck of your clit, the coil in your belly snapped.

You arched up with a moan closer to a scream as you finally came. Jeongin kept working his fingers in you, letting you ride out your high on his digits. His fingers slowed to a stop as you came down from your high.

“Innie?” You asked, still trying to catch you breath.

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course, noona.”

“We didn’t forget when you were coming back home.”

“What?” He looked from you face to Chan’s, sitting up and pulling his fingers out of you as he did, causing you to whimper at the loss.

“When I said we didn’t realize you’d be back already, I lied,” Chan elaborated. “We planned for you to be home.”

“I don…. I don’t understand.”

You sat up beside him, tossing one of your legs over his, but let Chan explain. “Baby girl here has a fantasy.” He explained the whole situation.

“Hang on, is this why you were distracted last week?” Chan nodded.

“Listen,” you started off, starting to feel a little guilty about lying, or at the least misleading, your friend. “If you don’t want –”

“Oh no, I want. You’re not backing out, are you Y/nnie?” he asked with a sly smile.

“Not a chance,” you grinned, tugging up his shirt then pulling him to you by the back of his neck after he’d pulled the shirt all they way off. He kept moving forward until you were lying back on the couch again and he could slot his body back between your legs. You let your hands wander his torso, tracing the ridges of muscle as he reclaimed your lips in a hungry kiss.

His lips trailed down your neck again, this time biting and sucking a mark into the skin of your neck and another just below your collar bone. You scratched your nails over his abs, delighted when they twitched under your fingers. Then you reached down, gripping the waist band of his jeans with one hand and popping the button on them with the other. You felt him smirk against your skin, even as he helped you get him out of his pants and briefs.

You reached down, wrapping your hand his cock and stroking a couple times before shifting so you could press his tip to your entrance.

“Impatient, are you?” he teased.

“She usually is,” Chan agreed. “Even though she’s already cum twice.”

“Twice?”

“Mm. Once just before you walked in.”

“Enough talk, fuck me now,” you demanded, rolling your hips up. Jeongin laughed but didn’t deny you. Instead, he gripped under your knee, bending your leg up and slightly out to open you up to him better. As he slid into your warmth, his free hand groped for yours in an effort to keep himself grounded. When he bottomed out inside you, he held still, both of you breathing heavy.

You vaguely recognized the look on his face as similar to the look Chan got when he was doing his best to hold back and not come too soon. Instead of saying anything, you brought your hand that was holding his up to your mouth and wrapped first your tongue then your mouth around one of his fingers. With a groan, he flexed his hand, allowing you to trap two of his fingers between your lips. As he finally started rolling his hips, he copied the movement with his fingers in your mouth. You moaned around his fingers, sucking them as he went.

There was something soft in his eyes, just for a moment, as he looked down at you sucking on his fingers. Then it was gone and he’s pulling his hand out of yours and away from your face as he sat up on his knees. Using both hands on your hips to hold you in place, he pulled nearly all the way out then thrust back in, setting a fast, but not too rough, pace and pulling little ahs and moans from you every time he thrusts back in.

Over his shoulder, you catch sight of Chan, standing up and having rid himself of his pants and boxers. Reaching out to your boyfriend, you shift a bit so your head is hanging just slightly off the side of the couch. At Chan’s raised eyebrow, you just open your mouth while holding eye contact.

You lose yourself in the absolute pleasure of being fucked in your mouth and pussy at the same time. There’s something indescribably wonderful for you about the familiar sensation of Chan in your mouth and the new sensation of Jeongin in your cunt that makes it so, even if you tried, you’re not sure you could keep track of anything. You’re pretty sure it’s Chan whose mouth is wrapped around your nipple now, but you couldn’t say for sure, lost in the haze of your building orgasm. Someone’s fingers find your clit and apply just the perfect pressure to have you arching off the couch, scream muffled by Chan’s cock. Seconds later, you feel warmth flood your cunt as Jeongin comes, followed by a grunted warning from Chan before he’s coming down your throat.

Chan collapses to the floor, head on the couch beside you. Jeongin tries to stay sitting up for a second, but gives that up and lays down with his head on your chest, his own chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You reach out to both of them, toying with their hair as your breathing slowly returns to normal.

“Okay baby girl?” Chan asks.

“So okay,” you reply in a raspy voice.

“Shower or tea first?” It was one thing he always insisted on when he used your throat like that – soothing tea after.

“Sleep.”

“Nu-uh, that’s not one of the choices.”

“Ugh,” you groaned.

“Why don’t you take her up to the shower and I’ll bring tea?” Jeongin suggested.

You both agree, but it still takes a few minutes before anyone moves. A while later, you’re curled up with your head on Chan’s chest and Jeongin’s arm around your waist as you drift off to sleep.

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endearing-dalliance · 5 months ago

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Arcane Team's Bias Bastardized Piltover and Zaun

I am not an LoL player, but I read up on the lore because I was that fucking disappointed in season 2. Some key points of original Piltover and Zaun lore, which the team kept parts of. Emphasis on parts.

Geography and Symbiotic Economy:

Zaun was established first. A geographic disaster literally split the earth and sunk part of the city, splitting it into what we know today. Many of the wealthier citizens and those involved in the profitable sea trade ended up on a cliffside and industrial parts of Zaun were now across a river and below. They then became separate city-states in a symbiotic relationship.

"Zaun thrives, its people vibrant and its culture rich."

Zaun has multiple levels of "good" areas like the college and Bridgewaltz market where both citizens shopped for music, food, technology in addition to progressively more polluted and dangerous lower levels.

Piltover’s wealth has allowed Zaun to develop in tandem

Zaun's issues like the Gray were attributed to their own factories and labs that benefitted their own people

Culture and Relationship:

Zaunities collectively take great pride in themselves and their thriving city. Many choose to live there, especially scientists and inventors who find Piltover too restricted, because "their right to do as they please is what makes Zaun the freest city-state on Runeterra"

"A citizen of Piltover is typically self-reliant, does not expect handouts, and always aspires to do better."

Piltover has an elected "very empathic and progressive" government and is "one of the least militarized city-states"

Zaun's technological progress and academic institutions are described as being Piltover's only technological and academic rival.

Both cities' citizens augment their bodies. Piltover's are more flamboyant and display their wealth, even if they are originally necessary; Zaun's are more practical and "necessity is the mother of invention" very much applies.

So this was what they had to work with. I can understand why many people would prefer to live in Piltover, but Zaun is treated as an equal place to be, with its own distinct and proud culture, complex structure, and thriving economy.

Moving on to Arcane (finally lol) and the now infamous original Arcane pitch. Either Christian posted that while every sane person was asleep, or none of them realized how profoundly terrible it makes them look.

There's a lot in here that's problematic. Piltover is a gleaming wonder, a pure and magical place while conveniently leaving out why its this flourishing utopia. The next bit frames the entire conflict as Piltover's decision. It screams "Mommy and Daddy need to punish the naughty kids or they'll wreck the house." Except the starving kids are locked in the moldy basement and trying to break the door down to escape.

Now about Zaun...here its called the underground district. This becomes more important later, when you realize how many different and contradictory labels they give Zaun. Its an undercity, sister city, part of Piltover, wannabe Nation of Zaun. It establishes again the underlying superiority of Piltover. And of course it is, because Zaun's people are boiled down to dangerous, manipulative criminals (bonus points for an antisemetic reference!) with no morality.

I firmly believe this team has a fundamental deliberate misinterpretation of what LoL Piltover and Zaun are, and it is due to their own biases and privileges of a team that is primarily white, middle/upper class, able-bodied, and mostly male. It is abundantly clear that they see as Zaun is objectively lesser and that its their own fault. They're just a foil for Piltover and source of enemies. Three quotes from Arnaud-Lois Baudry:

"My role as a Production Designer was to make sure we don't negatively impact other teams at Riot Games and contribute to adding value and enriching the worldbuilding of those cities."

"Once we figured out the shape language of the wealthy city of Piltover, Zaun needed to be its dark mirror. We started by combining Victorian architectural pieces and some old industrial elements and added some asymmetrical flourish ornaments made from handcrafted upcycled pieces."

"Canonically Zaun is supposed to be super-dark, oily, and dirty with green smoke everywhere." Dude it is literally called The Gray. Zaun's marketplace, college, and an example of their architectural style from the LoL website:

Zaun is literally an afterthought. And I think its very telling that once again, Piltover was the priority. Magical, pure Piltover with its moral code...and Zaun was literally just designed to be its opposite. They claim that the show was designed to show the good and bad parts of both, but they failed to include any direct evidence that the problems in Zaun are entirely due to Piltover's treatment of them. They literally just took LoL Zaun, scooped the top (more prosperous) levels off, and buried it under Piltover. Piltover was enriched, and even benefited by inspiration from Eastern European culture like Nikola Tesla and Czech artist Alphonse Mucha. And then gave Viktor the only "foreign" accent in the show to further emphasize his disadvantaged upbringing and displacement in Piltover society. As someone with an Eastern European/Slavic background, I cannot emphasize this enough: fuck. every. last. one. of. you.

*sigh* Moving on to the "value and enrichment" given to Zaun:

cities described as "dissonant halves of the a greater whole" rather than symbiotic

Piltover came first, and the undercity later develops into Zaun. No mention of historical or present-day Zaun having anything to do with Piltover's success. Literally nothing is explicitly connected, though we do get Cait committing war crimes using tech her Mom installed to help the Zaunites from suffering the effects of pollution.

Speaking of pollution, AoA explictly states neither city has "big industry, there are no factories". Uhh then where is the pollution coming from?

It is portrayed unflatteringly with two notable exceptions (the Last Drop and Firelight tree), specifically in the ways that are in real life associated with racism, classism, body shaming, and cultural shaming. Its subtle at times, but a constant theme in their book, interviews, and the show itself.

In AoA, the Piltie extras are "understudies" and the Zaunites are "a motely crew".

Piltover has “normal” food like tea and sandwiches, while Zaun has what appears to be slugs in a muddy sauce from an unsanitary food stall that also displays drooling animal heads and tentacles.

All the Pilties are thin; the only overweight people (who are also usually morbidly obese) are from Zaun.

In Art of Arcane (AoA) they talk about how they specifically chose to design the Chem-Barons "more cartoony than grotesque" and that they made sure to have "a few landmarks, like the bridge, so it doesn't feel too cartoony" when designing Piltover.

Only the Zaunites use augmentation. Its a defining characteristic and objectively "bad". AoA explicitly correlates Viktor fixing his leg and spine with losing parts of his humanity. Lord know what they think of the multitude of augmented-out-of-necessity Zaunites. Coincidentally, the other character most associated with augments is Smeech, the cartoony drowned-rat-looking antagonistic Yordle, whose fight serves as a humorous scene endearing Jinx to the viewers.

They created the Piltover Council and then decided to make the Chem-Barons their direct counterparts, because DUALITY! Seriously, is anyone in Zaun NOT somehow just a "worse" version of a Piltie?

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fruitjoos · 10 months ago

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be a good girlfriend

part one

contains: smut, please do not read if you are a minor!

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you and patrick were spending the weekend in art's dorm for a much anticipated movie night.

patrick had excitedly brought back a supernatural film he'd been raving about, and the plan was simple: you'd handle the popcorn, and art was supposed to get the drinks. of course, art had grumbled about this arrangement. "why do i have to do anything when it’s my room and my tv we’re using?" he'd complained, rolling his eyes.

as art flicked the light switch off, signaling the start of the movie, you resolved not to nag him about neglecting the drink duty. however, the popcorn quickly turned into a dry, choking hazard. barely able to swallow, you coughed and spluttered, forcing art to pause the movie before the production company logo even appeared.

“babe,” you whined, your voice rasping, “i’m so thirsty! the popcorn is killing me. please, i'm begging you.” you clutched at art’s shoulder with desperation.

patrick groaned dramatically from the other side of art. “we’re never gonna watch the fucking movie,” he muttered.

“shut up,” you snapped, turning your pleading eyes back to art.

art sighed theatrically and rose from the bed. “fine, i’ll go get some drinks from the vending machine,” he conceded, grabbing some bills from his wallet and tossing it onto his desk.

“i love you!” you yelled as he closed the door, mumbling a yeah, yeah in response.

“okay, we’re alone,” patrick said, turning to face you with wide eyes and raised brows, “let’s make out.” he smirked.

“no, you freak. he's right outside the door,” you tossed a few pieces of popcorn at him. undeterred, he crawled toward you on his hands and knees, his eyes smoldering with desire. “like that’s ever stopped us,” he murmured, kissing your lips. “you’ve jerked me off while we were sleeping in the same bed,” he mumbled against your mouth, the heat of his breath mingling with yours. “so stop pretending to be the good girlfriend you’re not.” his words stung, a sharp contrast to the softness of his touch.

“what?” you retorted, stopping his chest before he could lean in again, momentarily stunned by his brutal honesty. the weight of his accusation hanging heavily in the air between you.

he quickly retracted to his original spot, your heart pounding as the door creaked open. glancing over at you, he saw the confusion in your eyes as art spoke. what had he said wrong? his mind raced, replaying the words he thought were witty, the ones he was sure would make you smile and call him stupid, maybe even laugh. but now, doubt gnawed at him, a sinking feeling settling in his chest.

"okay, blue gatorade," he said, forcing a smile as he tossed the bottle to patrick, who caught it effortlessly. "and water for my sweet girl," he added, his voice softer. he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before placing the cold bottle in your lap.

"thank you," you mumbled, barely audible, your eyes avoiding his as you leaned back against his pillow.

as the movie flickered across the screen, you shifted, trying to find the most comfortable position on his full-size bed. finally, you settled on laying flat on your stomach, your legs lightly kicking against the headboard. your head rested in art’s lap, as he sat in the space between you and patrick leaned against the wall. the blanket sprawled across them.

you were a good girlfriend, you kept reminding yourself, the thought looping in your mind like a mantra. he’s just a bad friend. okay, maybe you had jerked him off that one time, but it was just once. a mistake. girls make mistakes sometimes. who was patrick to tell you what kind of person you were? the irritation flared within you; patrick, who could barely tell his left from his right, had no right to judge you.

the movie’s dialogue faded into the background as your thoughts consumed you. you could feel the warmth of art’s body, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your shoulder.

you are a good girlfriend.

you slipped your hand underneath the blanket covering art's lower half, your fingers tracing a delicate path up his thigh. the warmth of his skin sent a shiver through you, a thrill that made your heart race. art cleared his throat, the sound almost imperceptible over the movie's dialogue, but you felt the tension in his body.

he grabbed a pillow, placing it strategically between himself and patrick, creating a makeshift barrier to shield your actions from view. the intimacy of the moment was intensified by the secrecy, a silent agreement hanging in the air between you and art. his leg muscles tensed under your touch, and you could sense his effort to remain composed.

he tried to make sliding down his gym shorts appear casual, making it seem like he was smoothing out the perfectly unwrinkled blanket. you pulled your hand back out, and brought it up to your lips, spitting out a gob of your sticky saliva right into your palm, cuffing your hand to be sure you don’t spill any of it.

your hand found its way back to his shaft. he jumped at your cold touch as you pumped his dick at a steady pace. the thick meat warming up between your fingers. you gazed up at him, his eyes glued to the screen. “you like the movie?” you whisper. “mhmm,” he gulped. you squeezed him in your palm, “fu–yeah, i love the movie.”

patrick's attention was abruptly drawn to the weird exchange unfolding beside him. his gaze drifting towards the subtle, yet unmistakable, rustling beneath the blanket. as he cautiously lifted his eyes, they collided with yours. you were already staring at him, a mischievous smirk plucked at the corners of your mouth.

he silently scoffed, turning back to the movie. small whimpers left art’s throat as you tugged on his now rock solid cock. up and down. shlick, shlick, shlick. now that patrick knew what was going on, you could be as wild as you wanted to be, making it known that he wasn’t apart of the fun.

you ducked your head under the comforter, slapping his thick, hot cock on the heart of your tongue. spit drooled from your mouth as you swallowed him through your supple lips. art’s mouth hung open with his eyes closed, not caring how crazy he looked to anybody else watching. his brows furrowed from the pleasure of your warm, velvety tongue slurping him up. you licked and slobbed, making a popping noise as you came up for air.

you pushed the blanket from both you and art. exposing his glistening boner, covered in spit. he scolded you, shouting your name, embarrassed as if neither of the people in the room haven’t already seen it.

“what the fuck?” patrick said, shaking his head. irritation rather than confusion etched across his face. he wasn’t confused at all. “shut up,” you straddled art’s waist, kissing and rocking your clothed pussy against his bare cock, “i need to fuck you so bad,” you breathed out, tilting his head back to kiss his lips.

“patrick’s in here,” he clenched his teeth, pressing down your hips to stop your movement. “he can join if he wants,” you smirked, leaning back on the bed to pull off your shorts and underwear, giving patrick a clear shot of your sopping cunt. “or he can sit there and watch. like the good friend i know he’s not.” you said, mocking his words from earlier, climbing back on top of art.

you and art both waited on his response, breathing heavily.

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Snow Fall, Part 3 (Alpha Izou x Omega Reader)

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Thank you to @gouraminnow for beta-ing <3

The little Omega had settled into life on the Moby much faster than Izou had expected. After bringing you on board, you stood at Izou’s side and bowed parallel to the ship’s deck. Izou’s face was impassive as he sought his Captain’s approval for your presence on the ship, but his heart filled with pride at your display of courage. He’d seen grown men quake and quiver before Whitebeard but you never wavered.

“Captain, this is Tasuke. She is originally from Wano but I have rescued her from the island at which we are docked,” Izou said with a stiff bow of his own. He was speaking with more formality than he usually did but he was worried Oyaji might not allow you to remain. Oyaji wasn’t generally in favor of Omegas being on board due to the numerous Alphas on the crew. Izou hoped Whitebeard would allow it but he might have to plead his case.

Whitebeard looked over at the island, the majority of which was now ablaze thanks to a pleased looking Ace who was happily munching a rack of meat and watching the destruction. “Is her rescue reason some of the island is now on fire?” Whitebeard asked, glancing again as a fireball blew up into the sky, making Ace cheer.

“Yes,” Izou stated simply. “Though not all of it has been destroyed,” he added as an afterthought. He didn’t think Ace blew up the entire island, just most of it. In Izou’s opinion they deserved it for aiding and abetting your slavery. Whitebeard grunted to show his disinterest in the fate of the island. Izou’s many years of service under Whitebeard had granted him certain privileges and not being questioned about some of his decisions was one of them. If Izou had let Ace off his leash, Whitebeard trusted that it was for good reason.

“Is she an Omega?” Whitebeard asked as he stared at the small woman in front of him. Izou shouldn’t have been surprised Whitebeard could detect your designation even with your nearly undetectable scent - Whitebeard had a preternatural knowledge of many things, including people’s designations without smelling them or being told.

“She is,” Izou stated, hoping that it didn’t mean he would have to leave you at the next island. Whitebeard was a pirate, but he was honest and fair in a way that aligned with a strong moral code. He wouldn’t have made you remain on the island Izou had rescued you from but it wasn’t a guarantee that you’d be able to remain on the ship.

“Does she speak Common?” he asked as Taskue straightened but kept her face averted from the Captain. Izou put his hand on the small of your back in a tacit show of support.

“Not much. She knows a handful of Common phrases but I believe she was purposefully kept ignorant in order to maintain her in a perpetual state of servitude,” Izou explained to his Captain. Whitebeard looked you over before inclining his head ever so slightly.

“ It is a pleasure to meet you, child, ” Whitebeard intoned in Wanese. You blinked a few times trying to hide your surprise at the Emperor’s knowledge of your language.

“ Thank you for allowing me on your ship, Emperor,” you replied, bowing even deeper.

“Are you staying with us?” Whitebeard asked, tilting his head slightly in question. The gesture was typical of Wanese conversation and Izou wondered when Whitebeard had picked it up since Izou had never explicitly taught it to him.

“Ah, I’m not - I’m - whatever you wish, Emperor,” you replied, your head still bowed.

“Enjoy your time aboard my ship, child,” Whitebeard replied, effectively dismissing both you and Izou. Izou took your smaller hand in his own and led you away from Oyaji and back towards the bow of the ship. You walked with your back straight but it was difficult to have an audience with Oyaji if you weren’t used to it and you’d have a comedown soon. Leading you under the deck, Izou brought you towards the kitchens. The ovens ran at all hours of the day and night to accommodate the enormous crew, so you could warm up while you got accustomed to the ship.

“I think that went well,” Izou said, offering you a hot mug of tea that was conveniently located close to Izou’s favorite seat. He’d have to thank Thatch later for the thoughtful gesture and anticipating your needs. You nodded and accepted the tea, sipping slowly. The Alpha in him was pleased to see you accepting his help, but the man knew it was only a cup of tea. He wanted to provide so much more, and he would in due time. “Whitebeard is allowing you to stay as long as you’d like,” Izou explained as you blew on the hot tea. You hummed a response but didn’t say anything directly. You just experienced a significant change in your life and Izou wanted the transition to be as smooth as possible.

“How does Whitebeard speak such excellent Wanese?” you asked, holding the warm mug in both hands as you huddled over yourself. Izou wanted to pick you up and deposit you on his lap to warm you, but refrained in the presence of others. Izou reached for the tea pot and a mug to pour himself a cup of jasmine tea as well. However, you grabbed the handle before he could and poured him a mug, handing it to him before he could stop you. Izou sniffed for a note of fear or insecurity in your scent, but your eyes were still focused on him. It must have been muscle memory that had you to serving him without thinking about your actions. Maybe he should tell Ace to burn the entire island.

“Kazuki Oden taught him during Oden’s time on the crew. After that, we became conversation partners here and there as time allowed,” Izou explained, your eyes going wide.

“Were you here at the same time as Oden? On the crew?” you asked excitedly, setting your cup down. Cute, Izou thought to himself. He set his own mug down and put his chin on his hand.

“Mmh. I joined with him, in fact. I was his retainer, I followed him from Wano,” Izou said, watching your eyes fill with stars and your face turn red. You looked down at your hands, unable to look at his face any longer. Izou laughed lightly and brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Do not apologize for whatever it is you feel that you have done inadequately. I am the same Alpha I was five minutes ago,” he stated, watching your blush rise up to your ears.

“I just…you - you’re - thank you Alp - Izou,” you said, bowing your head down to the table.

After Whitebeard had given his blessing, things had gone rather swimmingly by Izou’s estimation. His room was one of the larger Commander cabins, large enough for two people to live rather comfortably. You initially insisted on sleeping on the floor but Izou hadn’t allowed it for a single moment. The two of you shared the same bed, much to Izou’s delight, though you both kept your clothes on. He suspected by the way you jumped at loud sounds and the hunched manner you carried yourself that you would need time for your body and mind to internalize that you were safe, even if you thought it already. It didn’t mean he didn’t want to - every fiber of his being desperately wanted to roll you onto your stomach and take you like an animal - but he maintained his self control.

You’d become very busy on the ship, very quickly. As Izou had anticipated, Thatch gladly accepted your expertise in the kitchen. Despite not speaking much Common, the kitchen was a place where communication could easily be understood by miming techniques and showing ingredients. Your Common vocabulary exploded as the fourth division taught you the names of utensils, tools, vegetables and fruits, and other cooking related terminology. You adapted to being a line chef well and didn’t need much training in the dishes that the crew favored.

Izou started spending a little more time in the kitchens as his schedule allowed, watching you work and interact with the fourth division. You were kind, patient, and eager to learn anything anyone would teach you. Izou tried to give you space to stand on your own but it was hard when you looked so cute in your apron, listening and nodding when Thatch was teaching you something new. Thatch had begun to rib him now that he was in the kitchens frequently, which Izou took in stride. He’d style his hair like Thatch’s if it meant that he could watch you work.

To everyone’s delight, you also began cooking Wanese food for the crew. At first it was just for Izou - smaller dishes that you’d present to him personally at meal time. You’d bring him te dishes and scurry off, watching him eat from behind the galley door to see if he liked the food. He always did and insisted you sit with him for a few moments each meal so he could compliment the food - and the chef - personally.

Soon there was a lot of interest in the traditional Wanese dishes you were bringing him, to the point where Izou was lucky to get two or three mouthfuls before his brothers were each coming to “try a sample.” Ace quickly conned his way into getting his own plate of your dishes, making you smile in delight as he inhaled everything you gave him. Izou knew how he overcame the language barrier - it was those sweet puppy dog eyes and cute freckles that made you sympathetic to his eternally hungry stomach. Ace was too young and not emotionally ready for an Omega but the thought of the younger Alpha honing in on his Omega made Izou want to stab the young Commander - and not with a fork.

Eventually Thatch and Izou were able to convince you to share your recipes so they could be multiplied many times over for the crew to enjoy. You were hesitant, unsure that the crew would like the food, but Izou’s gentle coaxing had you showing Thatch how to make kiritanpo and helping set up a massive amount of imoni for the crew to enjoy.

After the crew ate, Izou and Thatch had each and every one of the ingrates come up and thank you personally. Izou stood next to you as everyone expressed how thankful they were for the food you had given them while allowing you to partially obscure yourself behind him. He could only imagine how overwhelming it was to hear hundreds of thank you’s in a language you didn’t understand but it was important for the crew to respect you for the work you provided. It didn’t hurt that every one of the crew would see you clinging to Izou’s arm as they thanked you, further detracting any competition from the crew’s many alphas.

Izou soon discovered that there was a softer side to your presence on board as well. As an Omega, you had a natural instinct to want to care for others and provide comfort. Izou never insisted that you take care of anything or anyone, but one morning you came to him, gripping your lacquer comb in your hand as he read over his daily reports before heading to work.

“Ah, Izou. I was, ah…wondering…I wa - may I, um, mayIpleasecombyourhair?” you said in one big rush with a bow, gripping the comb so hard Izou thought it would crack. Izou had been reading on the couch in his room, running his fingers through the hair that was draped on one of his shoulders. Setting down the reports gently, he considered the smaller Omega standing submissively before him.

“Of course,” he said simply, making room on the couch for you to sit. You sat down behind him slowly and he felt his long hair being pushed behind his shoulders to rest against his back. You began combing his hair and Izou feigned nonchalance as he didn’t want to startle or upset you. In reality, he felt like purring when your small fingers touched his hair and brushed it to your heart’s content. Izou had always taken great pride in his hair and he considered it time well spent as you admired it.

“Your hair is so beautiful, Comm- ah, Izou,” you said, correcting yourself as you spoke. Izou had directed you a few days prior to drop the respectful epithet when you came aboard, wanting you to get more comfortable with him personally. It had been challenging for you at first but Izou had gently corrected you until you were referring to him by his first name more often than not. You still referred to the other Commanders by their title, which he selfishly didn’t tell you to stop, enjoying that he was the only one you were comfortable enough with to say their first name.

“Thank you, Tasuke. I appreciate you tending to it for me,” Izou said lightly, opening his reports once more and pretending to read. In fact, he was expending all his effort to conceal his growing erection from you. If his brothers ever found out he got hard from you combing his hair, he’d never live it down, he thought to himself. You continued to work at his hair for several minutes, humming quietly to yourself while immersed in the undertaking. All too soon, the task had been completed to your satisfaction as you gathered his long hair in your fist.

“Would you mind if I styled your hair, Co- I-izou?” you asked hesitantly, almost unwilling to let go of the silky strands still being brushed out gently.

“As you wish,” Izou replied, now sitting up fully so you could properly style him. Having you attend to his hair reminded him of his theater days as a child, when he’d have his hair and makeup done before performances. You stood up and grabbed a few items off his vanity, bringing them back to the couch.

“I am familiar with your preferred hairstyle, may I prepare your hair that way?” you asked, now hesitating as Izou smiled at you.

“Please, it would bring me immense pleasure,” Izou replied, settling in on the couch. You returned his smile with a small one of your own as you stood in front of him and began the traditional process of waxing his hair. It was a very painstaking process and truthfully Izou was thankful someone else was doing it for him. He didn’t mind the process generally but it felt so much better to have you close to his body and fussing over him. Once his hair was waxed, you then moved into tying his hair into knots and pinning them down, your deft fingers flying through the process as if you’d done it hundreds of times. You worked in silence and Izou dutifully continued pretending to read his reports.

“You are very handsome, Izou,” you commented with a flush once you were done with the work. Handing him a mirror, Izou admired your handiwork in his reflection and was proud of the work you’d done.

“Only due to your clever hands,” he replied, opening your curled hands to kiss your palms. You flushed from your chest to your ears, which Izou found unbearably cute.

The two of you slowly settled into a daily routine in which you would do Izou’s hair and makeup for him before working hours. It soon became Izou’s favorite part of the day both because it was relaxing and because all of your attention was focused on him. You’d also started cleaning his room and doing his laundry, which Izou tried to put a stop to. However, you were starting to show some tenacity and stubbornly refused to let the Commander launder his own clothes as he had been for years. He watched you wash and dry his kimono carefully, taking better care of them than even he had. Izou really didn’t want you working harder on his behalf but he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy having his scent draped over you.

It was getting harder for Izou to avoid marking you or claiming you for his own. Night after night, you slept within arm’s reach, your beautiful form and scent calling out to him like a siren. Izou had heard whispers of a betting pool - some crew were betting he’d already marked you in a secret spot on you while the other half were betting that you weren’t even an Omega in the first place. What happened between the two of you wasn’t anyone’s business but his teeth yearned to sink into your neck as you lay beneath him, calling his name in ecstasy.

One morning, you had already completed his hair and were working on his makeup. The lipstick brush was in your hand as you applied the finishing touches to his lipstick. Putting down the brush, you studied his face carefully, turning it this way and that in your hands to ensure that his final look was exactly to his liking. Izou was about to compliment your perfect work when you suddenly leaned in and brushed your lips against his own.

Izou was stunned - he’d never thought you’d summon the courage to do anything so brazen. He was so shocked he didn’t say anything for a moment. Your eyes widened once you realized what you had done and you stood up to bow in front of him, nearly falling over in your desire to explain yourself.

“I - I…I’m so sorry Commander!” you cried, tears already forming in your eyes. “I knew you didn’t want me to, I don’t know what came over me. P-please don’t kick me off the ship, I’ll move out of your room, I’ll sleep outside, I’ll -”

“Shh, stop,” Izou replied, tugging you onto his lap. You sniffled but allowed him to settle you across his lap where he could calm you down. “What do you mean, ‘you knew I didn’t want you to?” he asked, wiping your tears away. You looked down at your hands that were twisting into your clothes in worry.

“We spend every night in the same bed like mates, but you never…reach for me. I know I am plain and unscented, I dare not think someone like you would want someone like -” Izou cut off your explanation by wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you to him, pressing his lips to yours. You were hesitant and shy, unsure how to respond to Izou’s tender kiss as he kissed you thoroughly. You placed your hands on Izou’s shoulders, unsure what to do with them as he continued kissing you. Izou led and you followed as he gently coaxed kiss after kiss from you. At first you didn’t know what to do with your lips or tongue but Izou patiently kissed you time and time again, his tongue running against the closed seam of your lips. You opened them and Izou took his time exploring your mouth with his tongue as you shut your eyes in pleasure.

“Have you been kissed before?” Izou asked, now kissing from the corner of your mouth down to your neck. He was careful to avoid your scent glands even though he wanted to bite down - hard. Your shook your head, panting with need as Izou continued to kiss you.

“N-not like this,” you said, making Izou pause again. He was definitely sending Ace back to your home island. He could smell your arousal in the room, the spicy scent making his own pheromones rise in reaction. Keeping his mind on the present, Izou licked the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

“I haven’t been reaching for you not because I don’t want you. I want you very, very much, little Omega. I don’t reach for you because I don’t want to pressure you, I want you to feel free to choose the partner you’d like. It is not from a lack of desire, it is from a place of respect,” Izou whispered into your ear as his large hand splayed across your lower back to pull you closer.

“I w-want you too, it isn’t fair that you’re so beautiful,” you husked, now moving your hands to loop behind Izou’s neck. Izou was glad you’d painted his skin the familiar white otherwise you’d be seeing his blush at your words.

“That’s it, touch me. Explore my skin, my clothes, my hair. All of me is meant for you to touch,” Izou urged you. One of your hands flittered to his neck, your fingernails accidentally brushing his scent gland. He let out a small moan at the sensation; he didn’t want to stifle himself or his pleasure around you. Hearing the sound, you repeated the movement with hesitation, causing Izou to growl.

“Careful, little Omega. Otherwise we won’t just be kissing in a few moments,” he rumbled into your ear. You gasped as he playfully bit your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. A knock at the door had Izou rumbling from his chest as you scrambled off his lap.

“Yo, Izou, you’re late for once,” he heard Ace say from beyond the door while chewing on something. For Ace to have to come get Izou meant that he was truly late.

“We will continue this later,” Izou said, noting your kiss bruised lips and mussed hair. Smoothing out your hairstyle, he pressed one more kiss to your lips before standing and leaving for his Commander’s meeting. He hoped kissing would be added to your morning routine in addition to the hair and make up.

It was.

Izou reveled in teaching you how to kiss and how to be kissed. Izou figured out that you’d been treated roughly before, the primary method of kissing consisting of someone shoving their tongue down your throat without much input from you. Now, Izou was teaching you how to open your mouth to accept his own, how to return his kisses, and what to do with your tongue. You were a fast learner and kissing had quickly turned into heavy petting.

You and Izou would make out on his bed after you woke up in the morning, spending time together getting to know each other’s bodies over your clothes like horny teenagers. Izou was over forty and yet he couldn’t stop kissing you like he was seventeen again. You were hesitant to remove your clothing and Izou didn’t push, you’d let him know when you were ready. Izou doused himself in your scent every morning, licking and nibbling at your scent glands until you were grinding yourself on his thigh with soft keens tumbling from your lips. The diversions always began chastely, with sweet kisses to your mouth and cheeks, but ended with Izou's thigh slotted between your own as you ground on him over your clothes. up from your lips. It was driving you both crazy to be intimate without having intercourse, but Izou was willing to wait as long as it took for you to feel comfortable.

Once the ship passed your archipelago, the weather changed and the temperature steadily climbed daily. With the hotter temperatures, you grew increasingly uncomfortable, seeming to want out of your own skin. Dark circles appeared under your eyes and it was harder for Izou to rouse you out of bed in the mornings. You were sweaty and itchy but you insisted that you didn’t need to see Marco, that you were just busy and unused to the warmer weather after a lifetime on winter islands.

Izou wasn’t convinced that the weather was why you were looking more tired than usual; he was worried. He still saw you in the mornings and at night but something was amiss. Thatch said you took a break in the middle of the day, but you weren’t relaxing on deck or in his cabin like he thought you’d be. Izou asked Tate and you weren’t in the women’s quarters or bathing areas either. It had finally culminated in a day where Izou had to bring you tea in bed in the morning as you shivered from a cold sweat. Your scent had sharpened but Izou wasn’t sure if it was from the weather or from spending so much time near an unmated alpha like himself.

“Either I summon Marco, or I carry you to the infirmary. Which is your choice?” Izou asked in an unamused tone as he hovered near you while you sipped your tea.

“There is no need to worry, Izou,” you said with a small smile, reaching up to play with the end of his long hair. “Once I get moving I’ll be alright. I have much to do today, work that I cannot hand to another. I promise that if I’m not better by the end of the day I’ll visit Commander Marco,” you said softly. You drank the tea slowly and stretched under Izou’s watchful eye.

“I myself will accompany you to Marco’s office this evening,” Izou stated in a tone that brokered no arguments. You nodded seriously, then began to get ready for the day.

Suspicious about your ‘duties that could not be given to another’, Izou decided to follow you as you were dismissed from making lunch, trailing you quietly through the halls as you made your way deeper into the ship. You were heading down towards the second division quarters, covering a yawn as you passed Ace’s cabin. Izou’s guard was up - there wasn’t a reason you’d need to be down here when his division was on the other side of the ship and the kitchens were on a higher level. Of course, you were welcome anywhere on the ship but you looked like you needed a break or a nap, not going to who-knows-where. Izou continued to watch silently as you knocked on the door to the officer’s cabins for the second division.

The door opened and Teach welcomed you in, his large frame blocking out all light from behind him. He reached down to give you an enveloping hug, which you tolerated but didn’t return. He beckoned you inside, putting his hand on your back unnecessarily to guide you into the shared room but keeping the door open. You wrinkled your nose as he told you what he wanted done, nodding every so often to show you were listening. After a few minutes, Teach gave you another lingering hug and you set to work under his watchful eye.

You began taking the sheets off Teach’s bed, gathering the fabric in your arms. Izou had seen enough and entered the room, coming up behind you and took the bedsheets from your hands. You looked up at him in confusion almost as if you’d done something wrong. You started to wring your hands before Izou took them in his own to prevent your excessive worrying. Teach was watching the scene but didn’t say anything, crossing his arms while Izou spoke to you.

“What the fuck was she doing?” Izou asked Teach coldly. Even though the conversation was being conducted in Common, Tasuke had enough experience to know there was a confrontation happening. Izou glanced down at the Omega, who’s soured scent was now the acrid scent of fear.

“Go to my chambers, please. You’re not in trouble,” Izou said to you. You nodded and turned to leave but Izou still held your hands in his own. It would be awkward for you but he had some questions that needed answers.

“Has he ever hurt you?” Izou asked, squeezing your hand lightly.

“N-no. He makes me uncomfortable but he hasn’t done anything bad to me,” you said softly, looking at the floor.

“What does he do that makes you uncomfortable?” Izou prodded gently, bending down to catch your eyes.

“He touches me when he doesn’t need to, but other than that nothing really. I have no basis for my feelings,” you replied, unwilling to meet his gaze. Izou kissed the top of your head and sent you along the hallway back to his quarters. Once you were gone, Izou gave Teach his iciest glare.

“What’s the problem? She’s a maid, right? So I asked her to clean my room, change my sheets, do my laundry. She does it for you so what’s the big deal?” Teach said with a menacing grin, trying to put his large arm over Izou’s shoulders. Izou used the barrel of his gun to push the offending limb off his shoulders.

“She’s not a maid , ” Izou stated coolly, keeping his pistol in hand. He’d never liked Teach, even though Marco vouched for him, and seeing you cleaning another man’s quarters when you were obviously tired had Izou on edge.

“Coulda fooled me with the way she’s always fixing your room, brushin’ your hair, and washin’ your clothes. Guess she’s just yours to use? Or is it open season for any alpha? She’s not claimed after all, zehahahaha!” Teach ended his statement with a laugh even though nothing was amusing.

“She’s not for anyone to use ,” Izou said coolly as he seethed inside.

“So I can get her through the heat that’s coming? Even this one’s finally starting to get a smell, reminds me of home,” Teach said with a wide grin, showcasing his missing teeth. The man was technically an Alpha, but not the kind that Izou wanted to spend any time near. There was something off about Teach, something elusive and dangerous that made him want to bare his teeth and shove you behind him for protection. Izou growled in warning as Teach laughed his obnoxious laugh again.

“Do not talk to her again,” Izou ordered as Teach continued to laugh and threw his hands up like he was surrendering.

“So sensitive over one little Omega, they’re a berri a bunch,” Teach said with a shrug. “If not this one, you can rut over the next -” Teach’s eyes went wide as Izou sent a shot over his head into the ceiling above them. He couldn’t actually kill Teach since he couldn’t prove Teach was trying to get you to go into heat with his scent and Oyaji didn’t tolerate infighting. Izou had no doubt that Teach was having you handle his laundry and clothes in an attempt to innure you to his scent for when you went into heat. Izou would bide his time and perhaps Teach could be taught a lesson at a later time.

“ Do not speak to her again .”

Teach kept laughing but retreated back into his shared quarters, shutting the door behind him. Izou was still on edge but forgot the confrontation with Teach as he went to find his little Omega. Opening the door to his cabin, Izou was hit by the unmistakable scent of falling snow. You were curled up on his bed, clutching one of his kimonos in your hands, rubbing your cheek on the fine silk. Izou sat down on the bed next to you, noting the beads of sweat on your forehead.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. Are you alright?” Izou asked, cupping your cheek. You turned to face him, your eyes screwed shut.

“I feel strange, Alpha,” you whined, nuzzling into his large hand. Izou’s mind belatedly put the pieces together as he looked down at your smaller form. Teach had been onto something - your lethargy, the way you’d been so uncomfortable lately, the way your scent had been building on itself…

“You’re going into heat,” Izou stated, curling his fingers under your jaw. “It might be more intense this time since you’re around so many alphas,” Izou said, making you look at him. You whimpered, tears forming on your lash line. “It will be alright, little Omega, but you need to choose. You can go through it alone, though it might be painful. Or, if you wish, I can find a suitable alpha for you,” Izou gritted out. His alpha roared in displeasure at the thought of another taking care of you, but Izou wasn’t going to force anything on you that you didn’t want.

“I w-want you, Izou,” you said with a hiccup, reaching for him with your arms, discarding the kimono on the bed. “Please, Alpha.”

Taglist: @mfreedomstuff @animefreak818 @epochal-oracle @sparks0918 @rebeccawinters @one-piecelover

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 1 year ago

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Toothache

How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"?

Synopsis: Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Apologies to this mess of a lyricfic, I couldn't help it even though this was supposed to be a relationship analysis..

MEN WRITTEN BY ANA HUANG ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. Alright back to our original programmed schedule with Hozier. ALSO SURPRISE! THIS CONTAINS 3 HOZIER SONGS as an apology for not posting these past two weeks due to me enjoying holidays, reading, prom dress picking and wanting to stab myself because of life, there's the added bonus 👀

My CoD Masterlist

My Simon Riley x You Playlist

Also reader in this one had a lot of characterization, she's me fr, so AFAB?Reader, Fem!Reader, Short!Reader, Reader is VERY feminine with fashion, soft-girl-sunshine!Reader and Chubby?Reader. Y'all have no idea how hard it is to write without a personality and physical intimacy in romance, I tried but failed 😭

Warnings and Disclaimers: Mentions and details on sexual content ahead (is this considered smut? Idk anymore). Not detailed smut but vivid memories of sexual intercourse (especially the dialogue) with Simon. Again, this is a safe account for all ages because I'm not a MDNI acc, you are responsible for your own media consumption. DO NOT GO ON MY DMS, INBOX OR REPLY TO MY CONTENT TO TELL ME YOUR AGE. I don't need to know that and let's strive to not make each other uncomfortable. Mentions of questioning of religion or rather belief on afterlife??

Pink, bold and italic: Lyrics

Italic: recalling past events

Little snippet of an image of how I imagined he'd hold you, courtesy of the one and only @ave661

"It can't be said I'm an early bird, it's 10 o'clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?"

Simon Riley was never a man to live the life he was taught to in the military, it was out of habit for him to not leave his room until around noon. Then there was you, his roommate, he didn't exactly calculate how much it would affect his personal life to save money through rent by willingly letting someone within the same living space.

He'd find himself with not even a wink of sleep, hearing your footsteps through the thin walls, hearing the lock on the windows outside click open.

"You kept telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. But then you wake up from the sunrise."

He'd always hear you, quite frankly it was like nagging on the constant.

"Simon you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself"

"Simon please go get some rest"

"Simon.."

He'd swear he'd rip his own ears out every time his name falls from your lips from how sweet and chirpy it sounded and yet deafening silence would consume him whenever you aren't around.

"You don't gotta pretended, Baby, now and then. Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake? Smellin' lika bonfire, lost in the haze?"

Something about you makes it so tempting for Simon to give in, I mean it would be a one time thing, wouldn't it? So soft, so pliant, he set himself up for an addiction. It wasn't healthy, he knew this, he'd convince himself of the fact that he would end up hurting you.

Just too different, it repeated like a mantra in his head. He was bitter, brooding and didn't find any sense of pleasure in living. Why'd you think he has the job he chose? It's all he knew, till you skip your way into his life, giving him the sweetness he was deprived of.

"If you're drunk on life babe, I think it's great. But while in this world, I think I'll take my whiskey neat"

Drowning himself in alcohol, a trait Simon promised himself he wouldn't ever do when he was young, setting his glass down with a small thud from the wooden table. But what would the kid version of him know about life. He didn't have healthier options of coping with what seems to be his dilemma.

But then there you were, sweet little thing coming home at the late hour in that skimpy dress of yours. Revealing too much to the eyes of those who wish to have you for themselves with just one look. Where did you go that night?

"My coffee black in my bed at three, you're too sweet for me"

Desperately trying to keep himself awake and at bay from his thoughts of you. Drowning himself in now two cups of straight black coffee to help him focus.

It was odd, you got used to the scent, was strong with a lack of sweetness but it calmed you down knowing he was around.

How he'd corrupt you, he wanted to shatter that rose tinted glasses of yours to save you from himself because being with him would change you. Selfish but he doesn't want that, you were utter perfection..

Simon further delved into his feelings, what the fuck was wrong with him?

"I aim low. I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late where I'm free from the phone and the job gets done"

Grumbling, Simon walks back into the apartment in the middle of the night. You heard a thud, you come out of your bedroom, yawing from you incomplete sleep.

"Si..? Are you hurt? What happened?" You asked in a soft tone, careful not to agitate someone would could possibly be pissed off.

Simon stays silent, glaring at you as his eyes was only thing visible because of his balaclava. Your soft gaze intimidated him, because why would he feel that squeeze in his heart?

"But you worry some, I know but who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate. The rest of you like you're the TSA, I wish I could go along Babe, don't get me wrong..."

The only thing Simon heard was a sigh from you and nothing more, you walk up to him, each footstep feeling louder than that last.

Something Simon didn't expect you to do was wrap you arms around his waist, tiny thing you are that your head only goes up to his chest. Your body against his, basking in the warmth in contrast to the cold weather he had to deal with coming home.

"You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel maybe I'll wait, until that day.."

You took care of him that night, to his reluctance and stubbornness. Despite refusing, he had no choice, he wouldn't want a soft thing like you on his ear the whole night till he agrees. You were persuasive in your own irritating way.

Sitting on the edge of the tub of the warm bath he's in, washcloth in hand. Touch was so gentle, why was it so soft? Why's it so warm? "It's the water you fucking idiot" his subconscious screaming at him. In denial.

Why is his heart beating so fast..? He wants to stab it to stop the feeling..

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me"

Using both your hands this time around, one gently holding his chin with your fingers while the other wiping away at the eyeblack he had. Every scar on his face felt the graze of your finger.

The slow blinks, your eyes on his. Before any conscious thoughts consume Simon, he lifts his arms from the warm water and wraps them around you.

Your nightgown was now damp but you couldn't care less, now with the man you were pinning over, foreheads against the other.

"Si.." you softly whisper. That nickname will be the death of him, you'll be the death of him. He crashes his lips on yours, not wanting to let go till you both were panting. You were too fucking sweet, your lips, your skin, everything. He wanted a taste and he got it...

"My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshiped her sooner"

Another sleepless night wasn't uncommon for someone like Simon.. however this aching feeling wasn't, he doesn't know where it's from or what it's about. Not until he heard you in the kitchen, letting out a giggle even though you knew better.

"If the Heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week "We were born sick"

That sweet fucking voice, like the angels speaking to him themselves. "Oh- I'm sorry Si, did I wake you up?" You asked, turning around to the sound of his footsteps.

That tiny nightdress of yours, a reminder of the night you spent together, that morning you slept in his bed.

Lashes beautifully displayed on the delicate skin of your under eyes. Soft noises while your chest was peacefully moving up and down with every breath.

"She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom". The only Heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well. A, Amen, Amen, Amen"

"Simon.. Ahh~" you moan out softly, your body writhing underneath him. It felt hot, sweaty despite the well ventilated room, so intimate from something that was supposed to be the farthest thing from domestic.

"Shhh, you can take it sunshine.. You don't want the neighbors to hear us, do you?" Simon whispers, callous hand covering your mouth with as little pressure possible, you whimper at his words.

Closing your eyes to lose yourself in the pleasure you've never felt before. Your body being worshiped with gentle hands and soft kisses that leave marks by the very same man who kept distancing himself from you, now he'd stop at nothing for your pleasure.

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life."

"Simon.. no more–" you whined. Scratching his back hard enough to leave marks without being aware, he'd always imagine what those pretty pink nails could do to him.

"Just one more, please sunshine.. you remember our safe word right?" Simon asks for you to nod softly, you didn't have energy to take anymore. "I told you I'll make you feel good, didn't I? So be a good girl for me and take it, hmm?"

Your eyes roll back at his praise, your legs shake with one after another wave of pleasure running through your body. This man was starved.. insatiable.. who would be able to resist such a request? Not you.

"If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice, drain the whole sea, get something shiny"

It took everything in Simon not to worship the ground you walked on that night, he wasn't trying very hard, was he? Because always.. at the end of the night, you're in his bed, his mind, his life.

Was it really a sin? To want something you don't deserve? Simon stayed up that whole night, not a wink of sleep while thinking of whether this arrangement should continue. Every bone and organ in his body telling him to be selfish, take what was something that wasn't his to take.

"Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work"

Simon's gaze, never faltering on your sleeping figure that he refuses to go anywhere but his own arms. He tries to close his eye to compose himself, free himself from the emotions you emit from him.

His efforts were to no use, all he saw was the image of you, sweetly smiling, those doe eye staring right through his soul.

"No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness, in the soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human, only then I am clean"

You were getting too close for your own good, Simon knew that, he'll be damned if he let's himself hurt you. So he does what any stupid man would do, avoid you like the plague. Did it mean nothing? Were you just some fling, never to be talked about again?

Fuck you Simon Riley, he made you feel loved in bed like no man ever has or ever will, completely ruining your chance of ever thinking of anything else and that was just a hook-up session? Maybe this one time you can let yourself be delusional, was there really something more? Only one way to find out.

"Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen, Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life"

You caught him, fucking finally, after days of waiting and trying to get him at the perfect time. "Si.." you whispered softly, you didn't know where to start. He took a quick glance at you before looking back at what he was doing.

"Simon Riley, don't fucking ignore me. Not after everything that happened those nights" You said, it was stern but he needed to hear it. It made him stop, think about what had happened.

Before he could generate a response, "Why?" You asked. It was a vague question, why was he ignoring you? Why does he feel this way? Why does he love you yet refuse to act on it?

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.."

"You don't deserve a man like me, you deserve one who is like you, optimistic, sweet, fucking beautiful and alive.. A man who's not damaged, scarred, has blood on his hands and haunted by his past. A man who's not afraid to show his love for you. A man who won't put his burdens on your shoulders and a man who will take care of you instead of the other way around. That's what you deserve and I can't give that"

Everything felt like it came to a stop, were you hearing that right?

"You have no idea how much you contradict yourself, Si. How are you so sure that you haven't given those things to me already? You might not be like me but "like me" isn't what I want.. I want you, every flaw, every beautiful scar. Not once before your silent treatment have you hurt me, it's frustrating yes, but you are worthy of that. Every struggle, frustration and mistake, every bit of your love is worth all of that. I want you to see that Si, your actual true worth rather than what some psychotic fucker decided to torture you with"

"Boys, workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby, I'm so full of love I could barely eat"

"Si?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"I love you" You whispered after smothering him in a plethora of kisses. Never has anything made Simon melt more in his life than his wife say that. Doesn't matter how long it's been, how much the both of you have been through or how much frustration the both of you were going through..

It will always stay the same, the feeling those three words give him, like the first time, every moment feels that way. Familiar, finally.. Home.

"There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree. 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me"

He always thought about how unfaithfulness was such a struggle between some people, he thought about how good he has it constantly, reflecting back on what he used to have to how now this is something he never thought he'd have or deserve.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

When a man finds himself in the verge of embracing death's arms, what causes the struggle? What causes him to fight that pain, to keep on going? Not once has this crossed Ghost's mind.

No. He's not Ghost, he's Simon. Your Simon.

And you're expecting your Simon home, fuck everything else, he'll give the biggest "fuck you" to death itself and crawl home to you because he'll be damned and he'll experience everything he has in his life over and over again just to hold you again.

"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin, I woke with her walls around me. Nothin' in her room but an empty crib and I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived, but I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did."

It should matter, the amount of blood on his hands. Not once did you judge him for it, what the fuck was wrong with you? Giving a monster such as him a bath like he was some innocent stray kitten, although this time around it was far more messy. The dried blood caked underneath his finger nails.

Flashing him a tired smile while you wiped off the blood that made the water in the tub a hue of brownish-red. Taking your hand in his, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The way you looked at him was enough to make him cry.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

"Fucking get up" Simon repeats to himself, "She needs you, she loves you" despite how many times he's convinced himself you didn't due to the voice of his father in his head, it felt like a knife twisting in his heart imagining how it would be for you without him.

How much you cried the night he came home a day later, you told him yourself, practically sobbing while clutching your aching chest and him with your other arm how you weren't ready for Price to show up at your doorsteps holding Simon's belongings.

He won't let that happen.. he can't...

"My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me"

Simon knew it, no one would ever love him like you do. No one would show him the same acceptance, devotion, care, concern and love. It wasn't healthy to be so attached dependently to someone in love.

He couldn't help it, it felt so right, everything with you did. Never a judgmental one, at least towards him. Always first to hold him, the first to ever take away the heavy guilt that weighed his heart and shoulders down after he'd done something he knows he'll go to hell for, if it's even real

"When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free. Heaven and hell were words to me"

Every inch was kissed, not a part wasn't worshiped. "So fuckin' beautiful, so sweet. All for me, hmm?" Simon mumbled against your skin, suckling on the soft sweetness that he so claims. All hickeys, no bruises.

Fuck, he'd not just survive but thrive on just you. No other sustenance, your supple thighs he adores to cover in purple, your neck, your lips and your skin that he often compares to sugar syrup in his head.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

The question was, was it worth it to live an eternity of lifetimes filled with suffer to be with you in at least once? The only answer to ever graze Simon Riley's lips was the word "yes", the day that changes is the day that he'd be the biggest bull-shiter the world has ever known.

Simon opened the door to your shared home, "Daddy!" A loud squeal wakes him up from his dread of what he's seen on the field.

"How's my little sunshine been? 'Ave you been good to your momma while I was gone?" Simon asked, carrying the little girl in his arms.

"Yes! Momma said we'd go to the park tomorrow as a reward for me helping out!" Little one saying it so proudly, Simon couldn't help but smile, beaming with pride as his little girl grows up to be what he recognizes as a good person.

"Simon..? You're finally home, I missed you so much" You said, peeking out the laundry room. You walked out, quick to give him a peck on the lips.

"I love you Si.."

"I love you too Sunshine"

Also this is a very long fic.. I expect long feedback.. @connorsui 👀

Does this make sense? Idk anymore it's like almost midnight and I'm running on a few hours of sleep. GOD MY PROM DRESS LOOKS SO GOOD, I CAN'T WAIT.

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @thelightdjinnofpalestine @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @fawnchives @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000 @iexiam @drewsmusee @konigceo

Trying out new dividers as well by @anitalenia

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kirlicues · 4 months ago

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Spanish-Style Mansion | Sims 2 Lot Download

This stunning Spanish-style mansion is the perfect multi-generational home for your sims that crave that sea-side lifestyle.

Take in the sunshine from the balcony, or pool, and enjoy curling up with a good book in any of the luxurious living-spaces.

It features 3 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, but the upstairs library could easily be combined with the sitting room downstairs and be turned into a 4th bedroom.

Isn’t this secluded balcony so pretty? It’s perfect for taking in seaside views, or relaxing after a busy day of work.

Here’s a view of the back of the home, surrounded by a privacy fence. You can also see hints of the flower gardens here.

To the side of the house is a pool and outdoor dining area.

This home was built with the goal of enjoying the fresh air and beauty of nature as much as possible!

Here’s a close-up of the dining area. I can just imagine peaceful dinners out here at sunset. Sky-boxes and skylines really add to the ambience of the game. I use skies from iCad, and skylines from GreatCheeseCakePersona.

Are you ready to go inside? I’ve done some light decorating throughout, but kept it somewhat generic to allow you to customize it to your sim families tastes.

Here’s a top-down look at the floor-plan for the first and second floors. The arched “bell-tower” is directly above the Master Bathroom. It is not accessible, unless you want to do some remodeling.

The first floor (clockwise from left): Family room, Sitting room, Music room, Formal Dining Room, Kitchen, Laundry Room, Bathroom, and Garage.

The second floor (clockwise from left): Master Bedroom (option 2), Library/Study, Master Bathroom, Master Bedroom (option 1), Main Bathroom, Kid’s Bathroom, Kid’s Bedroom, and the Balcony patio.

I’ve put the download link at the bottom of this post, so if you don’t care to take a tour of the inside, please scroll to the bottom of this post. 😅

Main entryway:

Dining room:

Kitchen:

Living room:

Downstairs sitting room:

Music room:

Heading upstairs,

This home can easily work for a multi-generational family.

Here’s Master bedroom (option 1):

And at the other end of the house:

Master bedroom (option 2):

It opens out onto the balcony: You’ll have to pardon the lighting a bit here. I love my lighting mod, but there are a few lines near the roof... And then there’s the issue with one of the flower pots (but the wall-placement lighting is 100% EA’s problem).

Kids bedroom:

Library/Study:

My favorite part of this home is the warm lighting that makes everything glow and feel homey. ❤ I hope you enjoyed the tour!

Spanish-Style Mansion MF | SFS

All EPs and SPs are required.

I’ve run this home through the Lot Compressor and the Lot Cleaner so any random references to sims that aren’t there should be removed. I also added a shiny custom thumbnail so it has even more curb appeal in your Lots and Houses bin! 🌟

*I highly recommend that you have the PerfectPlants mod from TwoJeffs*This home has only 3 pieces of CC, which you may already have in your game. These can easily be replaced or omitted if you don’t want them though.

CC List (Included): -Maxis Match Wall Cabinets by CTNutmegger at ModtheSims -Decorative Egg Topiary from the original Sims 2 Site -Functional Washer and Dryer by mustluvcats at ModtheSims

CC recommendations (not included): If you want to have your chimneys match the exterior walls like I show in these pictures, I also recommend you download the Maxis Match Southwestern Style Stucco Chimney recolors by Kimsie at ModtheSims

I ALWAYS recommend using the Sims 2 Clean Pack installer to install lot files.

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leah-lover · 1 year ago

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Get better. Alessia Russo × pregnant reader.

Alessia introduces her pregnant girlfriend to the team after the conti cup win.

Words: 1k

You woke up to the sound of rain, and the smell of coffee, but this wasn't your favorite way to wake up because Alessia wasn't there with you. You lazily opened your eyes to a tray with your breakfast on it with a note next to it that said “ good morning beautiful. I love you.”

Since Alessia started dating it was obvious that she was a hopeless romantic. She wanted to protect you, care for you and love you to the best of her ability.as a result, you kept your relationship private since she was getting a lot of hate after leaving man united for you. Your job had nothing to do with football. One day you and Alessia met at a bar while she was celebrating her birthday. The sparks went on immediately and you never left each other after that.

You were originally living in Manchester with her but your work had required you to go live in London , the north to be exact. Upon hearing the news, Alessia decided it was also time to leave her club.

Now you wake up in your shared home in London, have breakfast in bed, then get up to get ready. Alessia had early Training that day and you didn't have work you only had a doctor's appointment.

After getting ready you went to your appointment where the doctor confirmed to you that your baby was in very good health. You ask him for a moment alone with the baby monitor and you call your girlfriend.

“ Hello baby I miss you. Well, we miss you.” You started the conversation by pointing the camera towards the baby monitor. “ Ohh hi baby, oh my God I wish I was their baby. Is everything ok?.” She said with the biggest smile on her face.

“ Yeah it's all okay. I am going to read on the road after this. We want to be with you when you win the cup.” I responded by sipping the gell of my belly.

“ Amor please be careful, besides I am sick I might not even play.” She said,

“ Yeah I know this sickness stopped you from sleeping next to me for a while now. I really miss you and the baby misses your cuddles with me.” I cooked.

“ You wouldn't have to wait much longer. I am getting better. Amor I gotta go I love you tho.” She added blowing a kiss at the camera.

“We love you too.” I said blowing a kiss back.

I got to the stadium at the right time before kick off. Alessia got me the closest seats to the pitch and to the Arsenal fans. The atmosphere was electric when the teams got in. The chants, the tension, and the even score all managed to overwhelm me so I found myself holding on to my bump more than usual. I was sat next to a few Arsenal supporters who managed to all cheer me up again.

Suddenly an uproar filled the stadium, we had won the cup due to Stina’s goal. My happiness overwhelmed me. I was happy for the team and proud of Alessia who played really well despite her illness. I was celebrating with the fans around me when i spotted alessia heading my way not joining her team’s celebration.

“ baby i am fucking proud of you i love you soo soo much.” I yelled as soon as I saw her and hugged her.

“ Hey, mind your language in front of my baby.” she said joinkinly which earned her a pout from me.

“ you should go celebrate with the girls you earn it star girl, you and me can celebrate when i get home.” I added my hands on her shoulder.

“ I don't want to celebrate with them, I want to celebrate with you plus I am not going to drive all the way to London alone again.” she said with the cutest pouty bossy face. Before I had any chance to respond she added. “ Come with me. It's time to introduce you to the team.”

Shocked, I said “ Lesi I don't do anything you are not comfortable with, you are high on adrenaline baby.”

She didn't mind anything I said, she took my hand and slapped passed security and she led me to the changing room.

The music was loud, everybody was dancing, eating pizza, hugging, and taking pictures. I felt so out of place so I tried to stop Lessi but with no luck. Nobody saw us come in, we went undetected until she shut the music off, which earned her a glare from all the team.

“ i know, I know but I wanted to share with you something very important. '' she apologized for the music. '' This beautiful young woman next to me is my girlfriend. She and I have been dating since I was at United and she is now pregnant with our first child. That's it you can now go back to celebrating.” she said and turned the music back on. All of the team’s jaws were on the floor. Leah shut the music off again and said “ you mean to tell us that you are in a secret relationship and you are going to have a secret child why didn't you tell us dumbass.”

“ What Leah here means to say is that you two are welcome. We love you already and we love you baby too right Leah.” said Kim the captain which Leah nodded to.

The encounter was wholesome, I felt welcomed by the girls who wanted to learn everything about us. That night was filled with stories, jokes and laughter.

After we were done celebrating I got on the bus with them and sat next to alessia.

“ I don't want to go home and cuddle with you so that I can get better.” she said her hands on my bump and her head on my shoulder which earned her a kiss on her head.

“ I love you baby and I am so proud of you. x

#alessia russo #alessia russo × reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso community #woso couples #pregnant reader #leah williamson #awfc x reader #awfc imagine #awfc #kim little

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asktehkoopz · 8 months ago

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HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY TO ME! 🥳

What a crazy decade it’s been, too! I’ve met a lot of good friends, people I still talk with daily and hang out with in person to this day! Despite things not being perfect in the Nintendask community (as I learned much later, haha, I kept in my lane), I still personally cherish the years I spent making art for this blog. It was my passion project for a while, but unfortunately it slowly drifted away from my grasp.

I can’t say if I’ll ever update with the tenacity that I once did. In fact, I can almost guarantee I won’t, but I like being able to come back here every once in a while to drop some new art sometimes. :]

I had a lot of big swings that I wanted to do in regards to the koopz’s arcs, some MUCH more fleshed out than others (namely Lemmy, Wendy, and Morton’s were lacking), and I’m almost positive I won’t be able to get to them in full.

So how about a big spoiler dump, huh? Every plot point, every plan, every character concept that was going to occur will be beneath the cut! If you wanna wait on me to maybe get to them over the course of another decade, please, by all means don’t read beyond!

If you’re hungry for what was cooking upstairs, then scroll on! And thank you guys for the outpouring of support I’ve constantly gotten with this blog! 💖 (Also for real, this read-more is mega long, so seriously prep yourself. Here’s the google docs version that might make it easier to read! If you have any questions about the plot stuff, uh. Maybe I'll answer them OOC?)

Also bonus comparison images! EW!!

TL;DR: The prophecy was a sort-of fake created by Kamek! It started out real, but after it officially stopped existing, it was perpetuated on accident/for emotionally selfish reasons! It didn’t start out that way when I planned the blog, but it eventually became that over the course of development discussion with BoomPom mun! Eventually the koopz were gonna give up their star child prophecy magic nonsent and live their lives how they wanted to. The end!

THE LONG VERSION

Version 1.0 of AskTehKoopz (then AskIggyAndTehKoopz):

The star children prophecy was loosely based on the Yoshi’s Island DS concept of “star children”. Each koopaling (and Bowser Junior) were imbued with an inherent, powerful magic when they were born to help them take over other kingdoms (as mentioned in their various bios). This changed both their ability to inherently harness magic as well as changing their species, explaining their strange features, specifically their pointed ears and wildly colored hair (the pointed ears admittedly did come later during the wedding arc).

The koopalings had always been planned to be unnatural magikoopas, but at the beginning of the blog’s inception, it was not concrete what exactly they each were. This will be covered below.

Version 2.0 of AskTehKoopz:

If you look in their bios, you will see that they are each noted as “Magikoopa(?) + (Where they were born)”. This, along with their last names, were a hint as to their original species. This was added circa 2017 when their bios/references were finally updated.

Originally they were the following:

Roy - Bullet Bill

Iggy - Toad

Morton - Hammer Bro

Larry - Yoshi

Ludwig - Koopa Troopa

Wendy - Bombshell Koopa

Lemmy - I don’t knoooowwww

An additional twist had been introduced during this stage as well:

This set of koopalings (and Junior) were not the first set of prophesied star children.

Affectionately named “The Alpha Koopz”, these are what you might know as the DiC cartoon koopalings: Bully, Cheatsy, Kooky, Kootie Pie, Big Mouth, Hip, and Hop. These seven, along with a young!Bowz were the first set of star children. Back then, Bowz did not see them so much as kids he needed to take care of. Moreso they were “guys who he’s forced to do magic alongside”, despite Kamek’s pressure to be more attentive to them as the eldest. He was considerably more reckless back then with his power as well.

As aggressive and mean and selfish as the blog koopz are, they don’t surpass the sheer annoyance and danger the alpha koopz put themselves in, mainly due to Bowz’s negligence.

And because of this unfettered, reckless behavior, they managed to doom themselves to a “Game Over”, shattering the prophecy and allowing their set of star child powers (along with Bowz’s) to shoot off and embed itself into the next set of vessels. This is also why the blog koopz are “in the wrong order” with regards to their age.

In addition to gaining these star child powers, echoes of their memories and actions and dynamics exist in some of the koopz tendencies:

This is why Lemmy gravitates towards Iggy (Hip and Hop’s closeness). Cheatsy is why Larry is a kleptomaniac. Kooky is where Ludwig’s “crazy laugh” comes from. Kootie Pie is where Wendy pulled “Daddykins” from.

How did they game over? As of right now, it was a mundane and tragically, incredibly avoidable fate, one that echoes Bowser’s many in-game endings: Bully simply fell off the roof of the castle, plunging into the lava moat below. The alpha koopz had little restraint and they encouraged one another to constantly do dangerous things. Walking along the giant chains of the castle without his wand was one of these dangerous things.

If Kamek had had the power to*, if Bowz had desired to see them as more than nuisances and instead helped them learn restraint, if they had realized that despite their immense power, they weren’t invincible, they most likely would have been the koopz that were blogging.

Whomp whomp!

(*I don’t have a good place to stick this, but to put it shortly, the reason Kamek had to be hands off with the alpha koopz is because he used to have a place in what was basically a high magikoopa council. He was assigned to train Bowz to fulfill the prophecy when he was first born with his star child powers. Bowz was NOT a very good student and put himself and many others in danger as they searched for the other 7 star children. When the council hit their last straw, they nearly elected to execute Bowz, who was a child at the time, and start the process over. Kamek traded his spot in the council to spare him, as he had grown attached to Bowz. Bowz overheard this discussion and shaped up quickly. Kamek has never found out Bowz knew of this deal.)

Version 3.0 of AskTehKoopz:

All of the above in 2.0 still happened, however there is now an additional twist.

The prophecy’s a lie! Sort of!

This one was on BoomPom mun. I joked about an article referring to Kamek as a koopaling and unfortunately we came up with something tragic:

Kamek was ALSO part of a set of koopz BEFORE the alpha koopz! Whoa!

Back nearly 100 years ago, there was supposed to be a prophecy. It wasn’t Koopa Kingdom specific, just a general “Well whoever can harness these powers will be able to take over”, it just happened to be the Koopa Kingdom that found out about it first (they were a group of some mix of archeologists and scientists, I don’t remember fully*). It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. These powers would awaken and they HAD to find someone to use them. Kamek, along with these 7 other kids/teens, were given the opportunity of a lifetime to essentially be vessels for this crazy power to help bring this prophecy to life (literally signing their souls away. The powers NEEDED a soul to latch onto and a body to stabilize itself with).

(*I think that BoomPom mun and I vaguely discussed they might have been the same people who ALSO were the ones who created the cores for the splorches that eventually became Sol, Simon, and Scotty. Yet another experiment that went terribly wrong. These guys are on FIRE. 0-2!)

So Kamek and these 7 formed a really tight sibling bond pre- and post-power. But uhhhh you really shouldn’t be giving crazy raw magical prophecy power to children. Absolute bonkers idea.

Despite their extensive training, it didn’t end well. They genuinely worked so hard to try to be the ones to help bring empires to their knees, but they were only children. I didn’t have a specific incident, all I recall was that the power was WAY beyond their control, and all 8 of them died.

Except.

Through some fail-safe Kamek set up prior to their last hurrah to revive all 8 of them (he felt something might go wrong when they did what they did), Kamek was revived. Alone.

Left in the ruins of what their own powers did to them, Kamek had to live with the guilt that he lost the prophecy, but more importantly, he lost his family, too. Unless he did something about it.

So, despite what a terrible idea it was and how dangerous it might have been, knowing these powers were linked to his sibling’s souls, he decided “I know the prophecy was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But I’m gonna make it happen again somehow. I do not care.” And with the star child powers he still had, he tried to revive them again. Despite the blood, sweat, and tears poured into the ritual, it didn’t work.

Years passed, he’s on the magikoopa council and eventually, after finding kid!Bowz, he’s like “...Hey wait a minute, I weirdly recognize you.” (Magic vibes, general demeanor, etc.) He discovers wow! The prophecy is back on! I did it?! I DID IT?! Soon he recognizes slowly that each of the powers/souls got transferred to a random kid they need to find.

So they find the alpha koopz (i.e. cartoon koopalings) and uh. Yeah they’re all bratty asshole versions of his found family, but well. It does bring him a strange comfort knowing they’re slightly living on regardless. However Hip and Hop are weird. Like. Finishing each other’s sentences, acting in tandem, etc. It’s extremely bizarre. And he’s not really sure WHICH of his siblings Hop is?

Unsure how, but he finds out oops, after restarting the prophecy for a second time, his star child powers got sort of weird because KAMEK WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. The other 7 star child powers traveled with the souls that stabilized them, however Kamek’s star power DIDN’T HAVE A SOUL TO TRAVEL WITH CAUSE… KAMEK IS ALIVE? So that raw star power was like “Ummm… Uhhhh…… Where do I go? I need a soul to latch onto, I am an insane amount of power…” Luckily Hip and Hop are twins, so naturally, it latched onto Hip’s soul and shares a soul between the two of them while also trying to make its own soul, but it can’t do it right. Super fine and no issues happen because of that at all. They aren’t offputting and weird, I promise.

So Hop was essentially SUPPOSED to have Kamek’s soul pre-packaged with the power, but Kamek is still very much alive, so it’s sort of. Trying to make due. It’s both halfway between Kamek and Hop while ALSO soulless but ALSO trying to use Hip’s soul to ground itself while ALSO trying to artificially make a soul for itself. It’s a mess. Just understand Hop’s star child powers are a mess because Kamek is still alive.

Of course, like in 2.0, the alpha koopz’s Game Over happens, and the prophecy is broken again. Kamek assumes “Well. That’s the end of that. I don’t have enough magic power to try and restart it again, because half of it was in that freak child, so I definitely can’t do a second round of that.”

Everyone in the Koopa Kingdom, including Bowz, are like “Don’t worry, there’ll be another way we can fulfill this prophecy! They came back the first time! People were wrong that it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance!”

Kamek plays along with it, being like “Yep, that definitely happens naturally. Obviously we’re going to have another set of star children. There were no outside forces that made it happen a second time.” You know. Like a liar.

However, SURPRISE! ROY AND IGGY SHOW UP! AND ROY’S ACTING LIKE ONE OF HIS SIBS! OH GOD, I DON’T THINK THIS HOW ANY OF THIS IS SUPPOSED TO WORK. I LITERALLY DO NOT THINK THIS IS A PROPHECY THING ANYMORE. DID I ACCIDENTALLY TRAP MY SIBLING’S SOULS IN A NEVERENDING EXISTENCE LOOP CURSED TO LIVE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH OTHERS FOR ETERNITY? ALSO WHO THE HELL IS IN THAT ONE? (LOOKS AT IGGY)

(This is actually what this sketch on turtle-pen was about, with Kamek’s concern over them not being messed up, like how Hip and Hop were, haha)

So uh. Yeah, Kamek isn’t sure WHY the cycle is continuing, and he’s almost positive the prophecy’s not even really a thing anymore, but the star children stuff sure is! And the powers/souls are already super unstable by the time they get to blog koopz, and it only gets worse as time passes! (One of the earliest examples of that magical decay was Roy suddenly getting an impulse to shave his head to match Bully/pre-koopz “Roy”. Eventually this kind of thing would start happening later on down the line in higher frequency with the other koopz as well. This is actually what the third sketch on this post was alluding to. In fact, Iggy’s is actually the most unstable magic of them all, because ever since the fake-out death with Kamek, whoever got HIS star child powers was always going to be the weakest/most unstable magically. More about this will be covered in Roy’s section below)

The Koopz

What order did they all end up at Bowz’s?

I talked about how each of them got to the castle in their bios, however if you can’t piece it together, the order is Roy/Iggy -> Ludwig -> Morton -> Wendy -> Larry -> Lemmy. Junior, I think, showed up between Wendy and Larry. Bowser just walked in with him one day. None of them know where he came from.

Why is Iggy a vegetarian? Also why are his eyes like that?

I’m gonna keep it buck: Iggy is a vegetarian purely because I wanted an excuse to make him monster-y sometimes. In 2.0 Koopz, I justified it by the star child power (being inherently a magikoopa power) not meshing well to him being a Toad, playing off the idea of Toads and Koopas being diametrically opposed.

There was a sliding scale of “how lizard” someone was based on how well their species reacted with magikoopa magic (I only remember Iggy being the most “lizard-y” and Larry being the 2nd most “lizard-y”, This is also why his eyes are like that and why he and Larry have split tongues) Eating meat weirdly triggered some primal urge in him due to the magikoopa thing, I guess?

In 3.0 Koopz, I genuinely have no reason why he can’t eat meat or has weird eyes since I got rid of the lizard-y scale, I was gonna figure it out later, haha. The 2nd pic is actually him after accidentally eating Pom’s burger when his veggie burger got swapped at a restaurant.

Who was that kid in the flashforward meme?

That’s Ozzy, Iggy and Pom’s kid! He melts! :) (cw for body horror and blood in that link) But it’s okay, he gets better!

To put it plainly, in 2.0, Pom accidentally gets some of her DNA in Iggy’s clone nonsense, and oops they have a kid now. He is NOT genetically stable. Drama ensues, and they have to figure out how to get him to not completely unravel.

At first, we thought that maybe Iggy should have him melt and clone him again without the memories of melting and present it as something he worked tirelessly on (and BoomPom mun drew an excellent comic about Pom’s reaction to it), but we couldn’t justify any way for her to forgive Iggy for basically replacing Ozzy, and Poggy was just too important to us to break up. We were stumped.

And long story short, the book Ludwig was reading when he was in se7en-sib’s world was one about DNA cloning. (But that’s spoiler stuff for se7en sib’s blog that I won’t get into, heh heh) And Ludwig, despite it being the perfect opportunity to have Iggy traumatize and disappoint Pom, tells them about it and that they should visit se7en-sib’s Kamek somehow to fix it. (He does fix it! By melting Ozzy and recreating him again. HOWEVER Ludwig and Iggy have to swear to secrecy about it. They take that shit to their graves.)

So he’s better now!

ROY:

Roy had started on the path of his biggest plot points being covered (him finally ending up with Boom and slowly showcasing his natural inclination to being a leader, despite NOT wanting to be), but I didn’t get his biggest two out of the way (one of which I’m glad I didn’t get to yet): Roy cheating and Roy almost dying.

Koopz 1.0 - Roy was going to be transphobic (specifically enbyphobic. This is actually one of the reasons he doesn’t like Larry all that much), but over time he’d learn that that’s a personal problem. He specifically had a lot to unlearn of his biases of what inherently makes someone a man/woman. Ludwig’s transition was fine with him, but Larry “switching” didn’t make sense to him. (His definition of a “man” was severely warped by his abusive father) This is actually still canon, but he learns better, of course.

Roy was also going to cheat on Boom via a night of drunken infidelity. The big twist was going to be that it was with a woman, and along with him, we find out that he’s bisexual. After some thinking it over, I ultimately decided, despite the drama that would ensue, I didn’t feel particularly comfortable perpetuating what I didn’t realize was a “cheating bisexual” stereotype. Morton’s bi as well, so maybe it would have been fine? But I was like “Uhhhh noooo I shouldn’t do that.” (I wish I could find the pic BoomPom mun drew in reference to when they got locked in a room together by Pom and Iggy to “talk it out”. Boom was punching the wall next to Roy and it was real dramatic. Oh well!) There was also a discussion about a compromise of him sleeping with other people, but letting Boom know about it beforehand? It was gonna be MESSY, haha!

Koopz 2.0/3.0 - Him coming out as bisexual changed to what was going to be a comic with Roy confronting the fact his hypermasculinity was exacerbated because he felt that not being solely attracted to men was a win for his shitty dad. (It makes sense in HIS head: being gay but also being hyper-masculine and liking pink was to piss off his dad. But if he’s actually also attracted to women, then his dad gets what he wants, right? For him to like women?) It was going to end in a sweet moment where Boom reassured him being bi didn’t mean his dad was right about him.

Now to Roy almost dying. Hoo boy. So as mentioned, the star child powers they all got were already quite unstable. As time went on, things started unraveling at a quicker pace. Roy started having weird flashbacks/visions in his dreams (only telling Iggy), which are of course visions of the alpha koopz. Soon enough all the present-day koopz would start to have moments where they physically re-enact something the previous star children did. This was especially prevalent when certain koopz interacted with one another (like if Lemmy and Iggy brushed by each other, suddenly they’re acting exactly like Hip and Hop again for a short while). These moments not only got more frequent, but longer as well.

And we’d build up to Roy, like Bully, on the roof, the rest of the koopz in their hazy, lucid states, encouraging him, like the alpha koopz did so long ago. None of them would be really in their right minds, it was all going to be very dramatic. There was gonna be rain and everything, building up to the inevitable of the cycle being broken again.

What’s the difference this time around? Roy’s dating Boom. And Boom solves this the only way he knows how: by clocking Roy in the face before he almost slips and falls. So Roy gets knocked out, which manages to knock ALL the other koopz out of their weird stupor.

This plotline gets resolved by the koopz having a heart-to-heart with each other, with Bowz, and with Kamek, who comes clean about the whole prophecy thing, which isn’t quite real anymore (due to the 3.0 change). Professing how he just missed his family and didn’t want any of this to happen nor did he know any of this was going to happen.

Ultimately they’d come to the conclusion that they need to let these weird soul/magic things go, to stop anchoring their souls and not allowing them to move on, and to let the koopz live how they were supposed to. Kamek can’t guarantee they’ll be able to even harness magic anymore, or honestly if this would even work, but they end up performing a VERY extensive, painful, and tiring ritual that allows Kamek closure, allows the blog koopz to meet the alpha koopz for a moment, and allows them to live their normal lives. (As koopa royalty, but you know.)

There was also a planned Nintendask event where Roy was going to raise his father from the dead to confront him about his shitty behavior. Chaos was going to ensue and there was going to be a small “Zombie apocalypse” event similar to the revolution arc that occurred.

IGGY:

The main things with Iggy had already pretty much occurred: Hooking up with Pom -> Love poisoning himself -> Confrontation with Ludwig about it -> ??? -> Profit. Honestly there truly only one plot point that didn’t get to be touched on, and that’s Marilyn! (Those who follow turtle-pen probably know Marilyn)

Koopz 1.0: Like I said, at first the star child powers were going to be specifically magikoopa and make Iggy super weirdly unstable magically. He at first would dye his hair blue/yellow/pink (Hop’s colors. This is pre-alpha koopz) to not stick out in Toad society. His parents were a LITTLE worried about his nonconformity. He was going to run away from home, because oops he ate meat and hurt his parents pretty bad. I THINK at one point this switched to him accidentally killing them, but we don’t talk about the Edgy Koopz Era. This was switched back to harming them pretty soon after.

Koopz 2.0: After the introduction of the Hop thing, it now became less “He dyed his hair to fit in” and “He dyed his hair because he Mysteriously Doesn’t Know Why.”

Truly the biggest change/introduction was the inception of Marilyn. HE IS… Once again a thinly-veiled excuse to shove some favorite tropes onto Iggy. BoomPom mun and I got super into the Jekyll and Hyde musical (specifically with Anthony Warlow), and we went “Iggy should get a Hyde thing going on”. So in combination with the weird “can’t eat meat lest you go sicko mode” thing, we decided to justify it by making it be Iggy try to get rid of his “lizardness”. (This was when the lizard scale still existed) It manifested as Marilyn, who REALLY hated Iggy and REALLY liked Pom. Shenanigans ensued.

Koopz 3.0: Once the lizard scale was taken out, we were like “Uhhhh Marilyn shouldn’t exist anymore”, however unfortunately I love him. So YOU REMEMBER THAT LOVE POTION ANTIDOTE THAT POM GAVE IGGY THAT MADE HIM SICK? Yeah Marilyn came from that now. That weird star child magic latched onto this manifestation of emotions that became his own being (you can see it in the last two pics here). Sue me, man.

You can read more about him on turtle-pen, but the end-game was that Marilyn was sent to Sol’s lab to work for him so he could be humbled and he fell for Bob. A huge nerd. He also became besties with Scotty. The end.

Outside of this, I really had no other big sweeping plot points for Iggy to cover, other than him and Boom learning to get along, potentially meeting Boom and Pom’s actually alive parents (This was only briefly discussed with BoomPom mun, and we didn’t plan much further than that other than AU discussions), and the introduction of Ozzy.

Oh and Iggy was also going to come to terms with IDing as agender during 1.0, but I ultimately never got around to confirming it.

MORTON:

I believe really the only big plot situation that was going to happen for Morton was developing further about his crush on Birdetta only for him to get turned down. I was juggling seven kids, man.

Other than this, I don’t think I ever fully explained how he lost his leg? It was implied in his flashback, but his father (a hardass) was the type to be like “Speak when spoken to” to a degree that was unhealthy. At the military base he was raised on, he managed to get a pretty bad cut on his leg, but, in fear of his father, he never spoke up about it. It developed sepsis and well you know how that goes.

LARRY:

Koopz 1.0: The biggest change was Larry getting hit with the Edgy Koopz Beam as well, similarly to Iggy. He was normal, then shifted to being more violent, back to being normal again.

Koopz 2.0: Even in 1.0, Larry was always planned to have been dealing with depression and anxiety via… self-medicating. However 2.0 is really what changed the cause from intrinsic to extrinsic. The main thing that exacerbated his smoking habit, depression, and anxiety was that he found out they weren’t the only set of kids Bowz had dealt with. I don’t know how, but he somehow managed to find out about the alpha koopz. He kept that secret to himself, but it not only made him feel replaceable/used, but it soured his opinion on Bowz as a whole.

Ultimately Larry was going to get therapy, discuss with the other koopz what he knew about the previous star children, and eventually ween away from his drug habit. I can’t find the post, but I did mention it when doing some ask meme about rating ships and someone sent in a Larry/Weed one and I went “0/5”, haha.

LUDWIG:

There’s honestly not much to say here. Truly most of Ludwig’s arcs have been concluded: his crush on Pom has been wrapped up, him coming out to the koopz as trans (officially) has happened, and he’s on track with his HRT.

The only current plan that had been in motion was to more properly have him and Iggy talk it out and Pom be a wingman for him in his further romantic endeavors.

I suppose that there were also potential plans for him and Scotty to end up together because. Um. They’re cute. (There was also a mild discussion of him and Trudy as well, but there was a lot more discussion between BoomPom mun and I about him and Scotty!)

WENDY:

Similarly to Morton, Wendy didn’t have much going on on her end in regards to big arching plot points either, other than ending up with Chuck eventually and also confronting her insecurities with feeling like she’s not very special!

LEMMY:

And like Morton and Wendy before him, uh. Lemmy didn’t have much! The only planned thing was the drama of his type 1 diabetes diagnosis and that’s IT. Maybe bring back his mom since that was touched on?

Endgame for the Koopz:

They were going to give up their star child powers and return to normalcy, as mentioned in Roy’s section. However they’re still royals so of course it’s still a weird and exciting life for them. I believe they all still end up with the ability to use magic, but it’s much more elbow grease then they’re used to working with.

Roy was going to have a kid with Boom! Unsure if biologically/magically or adopted. Somehow they get their little girl, Stevie, though! I think Roy would also get in touch with his estranged sister that I only just realized I haven’t brought up (4th pic here!).

Roy and Larry were going to end up as co-DJs together working at a nightclub.

Iggy and Pom were gonna have Ozzy, and honestly? Kinda just continue to get into crazy shenanigans. Iggy wanted to rule the Koopa Kingdom but somehow he manages to get convinced not to. (He would NOT be good at it) Iggy would also get in touch with his parents again. They really did miss him after all of these years.

Ludwig and Wendy are going to be the ACTUAL co-rulers of the Koopa Kingdom. They were both so hard-headed and stubborn about it, fighting tooth and nail to make it to the top, Bowz just crowned them both. I think Ludwig also would get in touch with his bio-family as well.

I don’t remember in full what was going to happen with Morton and Lemmy as their end game? Lemmy might have become a circus performer and Morton the military general of the Koopa Army? I really don’t recall to be honest!

And that’s it! That’s all the plot I remember! If you made it this far, thank you for reading!

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