#i wrote this in october and completely forgot about it

[flowersdiceandlove]

Au were WWX makes a deal w/ a demon to posses his body and in return will get revenge on the Wen and protect the people wwx loves instead of creating demonic cultivation when he’s tossed in then Burial Mounds. So WWX is stuck in his body while this demon is in control, pretending to be him. He, of course, gets bored of just being there unable to really do anything so he starts talking to the demon who can hear him since he’s in his head. He becomes like a backseat driver to the demon and makes comments on the demons actions as “Wei Wuxian.” Eventually he drives the demon so mad with his inane chatter and Wei Wuxian-ness that the demon stops possessing him to just get away from WWX and his endless talking.

But, in the meantime, WWX was watching closely and learning how the demon was doing demonic cultivation and stuff and so knows how to use it and was developing a lot of arrays and talismans and stuff that he couldn’t write down/didn’t want the demon knowing about. Also, he’ll sometimes tell the demon to do something and the demon will do it to just get him to shut up about it. The demon also helps WWX realize he’s in love with lwj after WWX blabbers on about him for days on end and not seeming like he’s gonna stop any time soon, making the demon’s eye twitch. He gets so fed up with WWX’s unknowing pining that he helps him through his bi-realization so he can finally have some peace in their head.

Of course this just leads to WWX gushing about lwj even more bc now he knows why he can’t stop thinking about the other and everything reminds him of him.

The demon is seriously regretting it’s life choices.

It won’t for long though bc WWX has decided this demon is family now and will be aggressive adopting it once he gets control of his body back. You don’t just spend years sharing a body and mind with someone and not make them part of your found family after all.

[clumsiestgiantess]

Oh shit I forgot the Erica pov of the Ruler of Everything AU

Updated my pinned post with all the horror shorts I posted over October!

I have basically no plan as to what I want to write/post next, so if there’s a story universe of mine that you want to see more of let me know!

[sweetdispatch]

I can explain - N. Hischier & J. Hughes

6 days of kinkmas

pairing: Nico Hischier x fem!reader + Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary: She's hooking up with Jack and Nico without them knowing about each other. One day they found out about it and had an idea

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), threesome, oral (m receiving), swearing, cum play, degradation

words: 1.7k

note: Merry Christmas guys🎄❤️

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It was a complicated time for you. You were entangled in two romances. You’ve met Jack in January. Something clicked between two of you but after hearing that he’s unfaithful in relationships, you wanted to keep it simple and start in fwb with him. You needed sex and not heartbreak. When he got an injury, he left New Jersey. You still had a couple of months at university and searched for someone to replace him. 

This is how you met Nico. In April, you ran into him in one of the clubs and ended up hooking up in the bathroom. He asked for your phone number and you gladly gave him. You thought that it’s over between you and Jack and decided to focus on Nico, especially when he was caring about you and saw more in you than sex. You pictured that two of you can be together at some point of your life.

During summer, you returned to your house and completely forgot about them. You put focus on your friends and other things than remembering about two guys with whom you’ve been hooking up during summer semester. None of them wrote to you and it was a closed chapter, until you returned to New Jersey for another year at university and the NHL started. 

Jack wrote to you, asking if you’re free tonight. Of course you were, so you met and slept together. Two of you returned to the dynamic from the beginning of the year when he was showing up at your door wanting to take his steam on you. It was fine for you until Nico did the same thing. He wrote to you asking if you’re still studying here. You two started going on dates that sometimes ended up in his bed. 

At first, you didn’t see a problem in this but you learned from your friend that they’re teammates and really good friends. When you heard that, you felt trapped. What are the odds that two guys you’re seeing are friends? You wanted to get out of both relationships but you couldn’t. Both of them meant a lot to you. 

The only thing left for you was to hope they’ll never learn about each other. October and November were unproblematic but that changed in December. You went to a bar with your friends to celebrate the start of the Christmas break. At the same bar, Nico and Jack with a couple of his teammates arrived to celebrate the win. Nico spotted you at the bar.

“I’ll be right back, I just say hi to the girl I’m flirting with. I told you about her” Nico said to Jack and he nodded, trying to see what the girl looked like. He froze when he saw that the girl he’s hooking up with, is the mysterious girl that Nico told him about. 

You saw Nico and excused yourself from your friends. You hugged him and kissed his cheek. You two stood there for a couple of minutes chatting about your lives lately. Jack decided to interrupt you two.

“Hi Y/N” You heard and froze on the spot. You’ve been caught.

“Hi Jack, I didn’t know you were here too” You said trying to avoid their eyes on you.

“You two know each other?” Nico asked, confused. 

“Yes, she’s the girl I’m sleeping with” Jack answered and all you wanted was to disappear. 

“Is this true?” Nico asked you.

“I can explain” You took a deep breath and continued. “I met Jack in January and we kinda started hooking up but when he left, I met you and I thought Jack forgot about me so I focused on you but he wrote to me in September and we came back to what we had and later you also wrote to me and we started seeing each other. I swear, I didn’t know that you two are friends. I found out about this a couple weeks ago and wanted to stop seeing both of you but you’re great guys so I couldn’t” You were rambling.

“So you’ve been sleeping with me and Jack?” You nodded ashamed. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would you do that?”

“I-I don’t have an answer. All I can say is sorry for this mess” You wanted to cry.

“I have an idea how you can apologise” Jack started. “How about having sex in three?” You looked at him and before you could say something, Nico interrupted.

“I think it’s a great idea. Since she’s so greedy for both of us, I think we should do it” Nico spoke to Jack and both of them turned to face you. “What do you think?” 

“Umm, fine” You answered, wetness growing in your panties on the thought of both of them fucking you. 

You told your friends that you’re leaving them and the boys went to say the same thing to their teammates. When you left the club, Nico proposed to go to his place on which you and Jack agreed. You were excited but at the same time, you were nervous. You never had two guys at once but there was no coming back from this. 

Nico let you enter the apartment first. The minute the door was closed, you felt someone grab your arm and turned you around. Jack pulled you into a kiss and handed you to Nico. He kissed you and you felt that Jack was trying to take off your coat. You looked at them not sure of what they’re planning. In a quick move, Nico threw you on his shoulder and carried you to the bedroom. Jack followed him. 

Gently, Nico placed you on his bed and got rid of your dress. You felt overwhelmed feeling both guys eyes on you but Jack turned you around so you were laying on your stomach with ass and head hanging out from both sides. They were standing behind you and you couldn’t see anything. The only thing you heard was them taking off their clothes and whispering to each other. Jack went around the bed and kneeled in front of you so he could face you. 

“Who would have thought you’re such a slut? That one dick is not enough for you and has to fuck two guys” He placed his thumb on your bottom lip and you took it into your mouth. You started sucking his finger. “Such a dirty girl. Let’s fuck this behaviour out of you” 

Nico pulled down your panties and went with his fingers through your pussy. 

“So wet for us. Is the thought of being filled with two dicks turned you on?” You hummed around Jack’ thumb. 

Jack took out his thumb from your mouth and stood up. Your eyes were on the line of his dick. You pulled your hand from behind and started stroking his cock. You raised your head to look into his eyes. The next thing you felt was Nico’ dick deep down your pussy. You moaned loudly at this feeling of his cock stretching your tight hole. 

He was pounding into you roughly and with each move you became more vocal. Jack was tired of hearing you and decided to shut you with his dick. You gladly accepted his cock in your mouth. He grabbed your hair and face fuck you. You were moaning and gagging around him. Hot tears were spilling from your eyes.

You never felt so full like today. Nico’ dick was sunk deep down your pussy and he was thrusting into you with power. His hands were placed on your waist to keep you in place. You were sure that you’ll have bruises there tomorrow from his hard grip. Meanwhile, Jack’ tip was hitting the back of your throat. He was pushing your head deeper with each thrust. 

This felt incredible for you, to have both of them at the same time in you. They both were great in bed but being in this position, at their mercy was turning you on even more. You were close to your orgasm and Nico could feel it when your muscles were tightening around his length. 

“What do you think Jack? Does she deserve to cum? I can feel she’s close” Nico asked and Jack laughed. You looked at him with your teary eyes with his cock still in your mouth.

“Yeah, let her know how good we are for our slut” He replied and pushed your head and the tip of your nose hit his pubic bone. 

Nico placed his hand on your clit to stimulate you even more. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you could see stars in your eyes. It was overwhelming feeling but he didn’t stop fucking you. He was trying to reach his own release. With one last thrust, he spilled his cum inside of you. 

He pulled out of you but Jack was still fucking your mouth. You could feel that he’s close because his dick was trembling inside your mouth. After a couple of seconds, you could feel his warm cum inside your mouth. You swallowed every drop of it and opened your mouth to prove him. He caressed your cheek and you smiled. Quickly, you turned to lay on your back and took a deep breath. 

“This was incredible” You breathed out. “We should do it again” You looked at them.

“I’m up for it” Jack chuckled.

You tried to stand up and get dressed when Nico stopped you. 

“You’re staying here tonight. You need to rest” He said. 

“But…” You started but he interrupted you.

“No, but. You’re tired and I’m not letting you go back” You sighed defeated. 

“I’ll leave you guys but we’re in touch” Jack said and placed a quick kiss on your forehead. “You were incredible today and Nico is right, you need to rest” Like that, Jack left you and Nico alone. 

Nico went to the kitchen and gave you a bottle of water to drink. He pulled the duvet over your naked body. He kissed your shoulder and brought you closer to his chest. He cuddled you to sleep and you never felt happier. Maybe having both of them around was a good idea - you thought before you fell asleep. 

[twig-tea]

GL odds and ends 10 November 2024

Still feeling out how regularly it makes sense to do this; first one was 2 weeks ago on 6 October, second was--oops--3 weeks ago on 20 October. If you're interested in GL older than that, check out my GL rec list through Feb 2024 and my update in July 2024. New series marked with an asterisk*.

Currently airing (with thoughts up to 10 Nov):

*The Fragrance You inherit 1/8 (Japanese, Friday/Saturday-ish, no official distribution but fansub on @isaksbestpillow's blog [thank you Siiri!] I wrote about episode 1 already, but just to keep it all in one place: this one looks great. Not really a GL, more a family drama with a lesbian at the center of the story. I'm doubtful we're going to actually get anything other than closure for the romance in this one.

Pluto ep 4/12 (Thai, Saturdays 9:30 AM EDT, YouTube) This plot continues to be absolutely wild (at this point both of them have suspected the other of being involved in attempted murder?!) but Namtan and Film stay gorgeous and serving so I am still tuned in.

Apple My Love ep 5/7 (Thai, Saturdays 11:45 AM EDT, GagaOOLala and YouTube) This show is very sweet and continues to hold up the recent Kongthup pattern of being great about things like sidestepping the most annoying drama tropes, showing great friendship dynamics including asking your friends about sex, and in this one, excellent sibling dynamics too.

The Loyal Pin ep 15/16 (Thai, Sundays 12:15 PM EDT, YouTube) Anin remains so brave. This latest episode felt a little like we rushed to the finish line, but I've really enjoyed the way this show has handled things overall to date. The show continues to enjoy faking us out in previews so I'm not going to speculate on the ending until we get it.

Red Whisper ep 7/8 (Korea, [schedule is kinda unpredictable; vaguely every 5 days??], YouTube) Oof we've graduated to actively upsetting me with the way this show has depicted nonmonogamy and bisexuality. For the record: Not all bisexuals are nonmonogamous, and entering a monogamous relationship under false pretenses and then acting like your partner is being unreasonable by not wanting an open relationship is shitty behaviour.

*The Nipple Talk 5/10 (Taiwanese, weird schedule: the first 5 dropped on Nov 8 and the last 5 will air Nov 22, GagaOOLala) I honestly owe this show a separate post, it is great! This is an ensemble show with the main character being a heterosexual woman but her two besties are a gay man and a lesbian woman, and the show follows all of them through relationship issues. There is a lot of sex, great conversations about sex, and different relationship styles from one night stand casual flings, to nonmonogamous casual regular sex partners, to long term monogamous relationships. It is very funny, fun, and charming as all hell. It's made a couple small stumbles in the first 5 episodes but I'm still enjoying it a lot. If you liked Diary of Tootsies, this is highly recommended!

Recently Completed:

Reverse 4 U 8eps (Thai, 3 Sept-22 Oct 2024, Netflix / YouTube) I did not like this finale--in the end I was sad where we ended up with this show and I hope we get to see these actors in something else. Also looking forward to more genre GL, which is in the works!

Unlock Your Love 8eps (Thai, 11 Sept-30 Oct 2024, GagaOOLala / YouTube) This show was a little slow, but it stayed cute and relatively low stakes, and the actors had excellent chemistry when they were allowed to do their thing, which was relatively often--I appreciated the amount of good kissing in this show lol. The plot meandered, and we forgot we were in a worklpace GL by the end, but I enjoyed this in spite of that.

Chaser Game W s2 8eps (Japanese, 19 Sept-7 Nov 2024, GagaOOLala) @lurkingshan is already doing a great summary of this week to week in her JQL weekly round-up, but I'll add my thoughts to the finale here. Honestly this show did not do it for me for several reasons, but the main thing this final arc did that bothered me was introduce lesbian motherhood as a serious conflict, and then seemed to suggest that homophobia only exists because queer people are not brave enough. It rubbed me the wrong way. Plus the boss who sexually harassed characters in the first season was back to sexually harass characters in the second season with no consequence. I think this show was trying to do to much and as a result it didn't feel coherent.

Recent One-offs, Side Couples, etc.:

A very short and cute Chinese GL Oh General! My General! aired on bilibili and was subtitled by @douqi7s on YouTube This short manages to speedrun training, shared bath, cheek kiss, forced separation, timeskip, and happy ending in 2 minutes

The sapphic backstory in The Hidden Moon concluded with a happy-in-the-afterlife ending

We also got more of the Aim as a Lesbian plotline in the new Love Sick 2024 remake again (this was not a plotline in the 2014 version and it's one of the changes I really like and that I think works really well; her conversation with her mother was a good scene)

The Thai lakorn The Empress of Ayodhaya had a kiss that earned very high ratings on Thai television (This show does not have international distribution so I can't cover it in any detail unfortunately)

Sastra film app YouTube channel has several short Cambodian GL series that come out weekly Honestly they are not to my taste but I don't like gatekeeping GL especially from smaller markets. I check in on these time to time and if there are any that I think are great I'll give them a shout-out

Ditto above with JPC media YouTube channel for Thai GL shorts if there are any that stand out to me I'll say so; that being said I haven't had time recently so if I've missed anything good let me know!

Starting soon:

My Ex's Wedding [in theatres in Thailand 14 November]

Mom Ped Sawan, Thai, 17 November [international distribution uncertain; it should be on VIPA app with subs, but that is region-locked]

Petrichor, Thai, 23 November, iQIYI

Mate, Thai, 26 November, WeTV

[ox1-lovesick]

✶ ─── TXT REACTION TO YOU FORGETTING THEIR PET'S BIRTHDAY

pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff and crack warnings. profanity (?) wc. 100-200 each

synopsis. you forget tubatu's pet's birthday, and they aren't very happy about that 😟

a/n. here she is, from the 15th of October 2022 😭 literal nonsense ahead I wrote this at 4 am on a school night. may odi rest in peace 😞❤️

✧ YEONJUN

yeonjun unfortunately has no pets so we're going to pretend like you forgot his nephew's birthday okay 💀

memory was never your strong suit, and you've only met his nephew a few times so he couldn't really blame you after all but he's still heartbroken 😞

it strikes a nerve because as his partner, yeonjun expects you to make his family a priority as he does yours

his nephew adores you, whenever he's on the phone with his cousin he always yanks the phone away and asks to speak to you or asks about you if you're not there

and when you are there he'll chat away with you for hours at a time, telling you about the new dinosaur figurine he got or whatever shenanigans his favourite hey tayo character is up to

so when you go about your day acting like his nephews birthday party was not later that night his heart just 💔

"anything special you were supposed to do today? 🤨 y'know maybe you had somewhere to go or someone to see, maybe something special is happening 🤨"

was he upset with you ? if so why ?? should you go talk to him ??? will that make things worse ????

has you googling HIS birthday every 5 seconds to make sure you didn't forget it

bro's so butthurt 😭

does a little fashion show for you to help him choose an outfit for later

takes your mind off the whole thing for a while because you're just having fun styling him

you decide on an outfit you both like and get all his accessories in order and he's like "cool, what are you wearing to match?"

huh 🧍

"today's my nephew's birthday silly don't tell me you forgot 🤨🤨" and he absolutely knows you forgot he just wants to be spiteful

he feels a bit guilty after seeing the way you panic, but in back of his head... deserved

you feel really sad because you know how much his nephew loves you 🙁 it just completely slipped your mind somehow

so he decides to put his pettiness aside and tell you to get changed quickly so you can both be there on time and hopefully make a pitstop on the way to get a present

and happy nephew = happy junnie. and happy junnie = happy you, so happily ever after

and although you arrive a little late—his nephew is beyond ecstatic to see you and yeonjun, maybe

✧ SOOBIN

firstly, how DARE you forget the 4th gen it pet's birthday???

secondly, soobin is so so petty about it

even more than yeonjun probably

yes he knows odi is an animal and probably doesn't give a shit whether you're there or not, but you know who is a human with feelings and does give very many shits? soobin.

after you've both decided to raise him as your own? after all the family photoshoots? after soobin odi wrote that card for you on parents day telling you how happy he was to have you? how could you forget your own son's birthday??

he's livid

talks about odi the entire day, shows you a gazillion pictures of him doing random things and constantly redirects any conversation you have to back odi

"there's a fire in the kitchen" "okay, but didn't odi look so cute today?"

if you don't catch on after a while he'll be even more upset 😭

cue the silent treatment

you have to remember on your own, it's not special anymore if he tells you

locks himself in his room to celebrate with odi while complaining very loudly

"why am I the only one here? well odi, I'm the only who cares enough to remember your birthday"

every few minutes he randomly laughs at the top of his lungs as if odi told him the most stomach grabbing, knee slapping, air gasping joke in existence

gets sick of it eventually and just tells you to join him because as much as he loves odi he can't keep pretending to have conversations with him 😭

you make odi a paper mache birthday hat as an apology and all is forgiven

✧ BEOMGYU

poor gyu had a vision of how this day would go

he was ecstatic when you told him you too the day off on toto's birthday a weak prior

the two of you would head to daegu on a bus and share earphones and listen to the playlist he made and you and his family would celebrate toto's birthday together and the day would be full of rainbows of and glitter

why are you not sticking to the script and taking on a shift for your co-worker instead of celebrating your son's birthday

you will be receiving an earful from both him and toto

teaches toto how to swear so he can yell at you too

it's already a crime you didn't get him any gifts ontop of it you just forgot it was his birthday as a whole? the audacity

will take you to court to file for a divorce and claim full custody of toto

jokes aside i feel like of them all he'd be the most upset about this

it's not just about you forgetting toto's birthday, it's about you promising you'd be there just to forget and bail last minute

it wouldn't hurt him too much but he's still sad your forgot because toto means so much to him

i feel like at first he'd get in his head about it, wondering if maybe you did remember but just don't care or didn't want to go with him in the first place

which will make him more upset 😭

will definitely complain to toto

eventually he'll realise it's silly to make those assumptions and calm down but don't expect him to forgive you

silent treatment pt 2

you're so confused about why he refuses to talk to you until his mom sends you the pictures they took that day with toto

you are screwed ❤️

you will NEVER live this down

buy him iu albums for his lp player and he's all over you again, but he won't forget to mention it every birthday toto has in the future

✧ TAEHYUN

he doesn't want to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad but at the same he wants to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad

being a sadist and an opportunist is a dangerous combo

he is a bit sad you forgot hobak's birthday but we live, we love, we lie 🤥

probably one of those pet owners who go out of their way to throw their pet a birthday party and bake them a cake and everything

he understands it probably just slipped your mind and it isn't that deep to him, he just wants to tease you because it's funny

so he's making a cake out of fish heads for hobak as you watch in horror

goes on about how fish bones are actually really good for your digestive system and you're just nodding along trying to figure out how you're going to order other food without him noticing

"...what are you making babe?" "dinner"

expects you to realise what's actually happening when he starts grinding cat treats for a crumble but at that point you're just too scared to question what's happening

and it is hilarious to him 😭

tries to feed you some every now and then and puts all his child actor skills into not laughing

"but you're my taste tester babe how else will I know of everyone else will like it?" 😞😞

you can feel your heart in your ass when he says that because no way he's planning to feed his monstrosity to other people too???

he drags you along to his parents' house and you don't even want to look at the food table because he's convinced you everyone will be enjoying a pedigree tiramisu

you wonder if it's too late to break up with him and save yourself

thankfully his sister informs you that taehyun is pulling your leg and the cake is for hobak

you don't even care anymore you're just glad to not be eating cat food for dinner

✧ HEUNINGKAI

honestly forgot his rock's birthday himself

both of you are just blissfully unaware it's been a year since Huening Lionel Mbappe has graced you with its presence

he collects dust on Kai's windowsill as you both go about your day 😭

it's like one of those toys you're fascinated with for a day and then it rots and decomposes in your cupboard for the rest of eternity

the both of you wake up with this feeling of impending doom thinking that you forgot something really important, but can't put your finger on it

so to try and figure it out you both do everything you've been putting off for a while

it's the most productive either of you have been in years

assignments? submitted. lyrics? written. laundry that's been laying on the floor since 2018? washed, dried, packed and folded

gets praise from all the staff and members because they think he's finally taking those new years resolutions seriously

january was almost a year ago but it's never too late to start !!

you get a shit ton of chores done but something still feels off

the both of you are just going mad lol

eventually you admit defeat and decide whatever it is, you will hope it wasn't important and deal with it when the time comes

you're both watching jjk when taehyun comes in with a cupcake ready to sing to the birthday rock and you feel so stupid ❤️

he's genuinely upset you both forgot the rock's birthday

the fact taehyun remembered just adds salt to his wounds 😭

so you split the cupcake on behalf of Huening Lionel Mbappe and call it a day

🗯️ taglist. @k-labels @kpopcontentcreatorsclub @kflixnet @newbie-kpop-fan @fairy-yeo @tsxkkis @pnkvernon @kynrki @hoonfever @haknom @soov

★ OX1-LOVESICK all rights reserved. do not copy, distribute, translate, alter or repost my work without my explicit permission.

[olivianyx]

I didn't knew u were a respawner! That's so cool, I've been on my respawn journey for like 1-2 months, I hope this is okay to ask but how is your respawning routine? Currently I am taking a break but I would love to hear abt your respawning journey so far :>

Heyy! I'm glad I find many people who are into respawning! Actually mine's a long ass story and you might wonder how am I even doing fine to this day 😭

Okay so long story short, let's begin.

Back in 2022, I discovered shifting. After finding out about loa in 2021, I was anticipated to shift realities just to escape this one. I hated being here. I was suffering with depression, bi polar, avpd, anxiety and maladaptive daydreaming, and I was from a toxic household with narcissistic, toxic and strict parents and fake af friends. It was really hard for me to even open up to somebody. It was hard for me to handle (actually I'm tearing up rn while I type this... Especially those traumas are the worst thing I ever experienced)

When I started my research about shifting, I got into amino. I saw the word 'respawn' and I was like tf is this?? I thought it was some gaming shit and then when I researched it on amino, I really wanted to go away from here and be happier than ever. I wanted to be in peace and do whatever I want in my reality. And no one should judge or stop me from getting what I want. I quickly scripted the place I wanna respawn, and other stuffs. I decided that I will get tf outta here.

Well because I had a reason that I'll respawn, I completely ignored my 3D circumstances. Like I stopped taking care of myself, stopped talking to people around me, stopped studying, stopped doing everything. I just was desperately trying to respawn every night telling myself that I will.

When in fact I was wasting my time and energy into lack. I almost didn't study for my finals and wrote the exams and hope that I'd respawn before my results will be declared. I used to keep time crunches to respawn, and when I didn't, I used to get so depressed, that I attempted to take my own life for the first time ever back in may 2022.

My brother accidentally entered my room and saved me from doing that. When I say I've almost attempted to take my own life for like 10+ times that same year, I still didn't give up. My exam results came and I luckily passed my exams.

So after all these I decided to give a break for 3 months completely for my own mental health. Ik my journey for 2 years wasn't smooth, it was full of ups and downs, and it messed my mental health up. I wasn't even using loassumption in a proper manner at that time. Ngl, I was so damn desperate for manifesting even the smallest stuff (I just wanna time travel back in time and slap the shit outta that version of me that I was back then 💀)

So when I got into a medical university in 2023 January, I completely forgot about respawning for a while. And again in October 2023, I logged into Tumblr, and became friends with one of the respawner Julie. She was so sweet, that she even answered every stupid doubts of mine (God give me Julie's patience 🗣️🗣️) she had respawned back in October 2023.

She was the one who told me 'SELF CONCEPT IS THE KEY!' so I started working on my self concept for like 1 and a half-ish months.... Well, I wasn't even perfect with it, but I tried. I did many challenges but the meraskii one had a good effect on my mindset. So last Christmas, I even learnt about the void (I hate implying it as void, I'd rather say it as I AM state) I wanted to enter it so bad.

I just did my affs, persisted in it, and listened to subs, and on Christmas Eve, I got into it successfully.

This year, I find respawning a very relaxing topic. Like I don't even get bothered by it. I know I'm already where I wanna be. And don't worry, my mental health has been good for a few days now. I was thinking of changing my script, so for the past 2 months, I've been scripting my new reality, well still it's only half way done hehe.

By the end of this month, I'm planning on respawning through the void. So till then I just wanna be thankful for everything here and enjoy every moment here without regrets.

Everybody's journey is different. All you have to do is embody your desired state. You just have to be the version of you having your desires. Be the one who already has it. For me, that took 3 years to click. I just had to relax and give myself in. Let go and enjoy the fact that I already have my desires in the 4d.

Ig this helped... any further doubts, you can ask me! Lots of luv 🤍🤍🤍🤍

- olivia 🤍

[vanyzvat]

A NICE SURPRISE

Summary: Anti feels a little down on his birthday, but as it seems, (some of) the Ipliers already had something in mind to fix that!

Notes: There are some heavily implied self-destructive behaviors from Anti (You know how he is with knives), so be warned. Also there's like, a scarily realistic cake of a head, if that bothers anyone lmao??

Lastly, I'd like to express that I don't usually write for the Ipliers, like at all. I think this is actually my first time writing anything a bit more "advanced" with characters like Wilford and Google. I apologize in advance for any mischaracterization!

If there are any errors, please let me know!

It's dark. Empty.

Anti's sitting on the floor by himself, and in front of him, two skulls, one smaller than the other, with candles on top of them.

The fire is causing the wax to melt and slowly drip down the bone. Anti's humming happy birthday to himself.

He's smiling, but part of him is bitter. The others always gather together to celebrate each other's beginning of existence, and yet here he stands, alone.

He has a purpose to fulfill, he knows, and he definitely won't be regretting his decisions any time soon. Not like he can even feel regret anyway.

He's powerful, he's all-knowing, he's admired, he's feared, he's... Alone. But it's fine. He's fine.

...When did the candles snuff out? He must've gotten lost in thought.

...

He buries his face in his hands and lets out a heavy sigh.

His existence matters, he repeats to himself, he's what people stick around for. There are people celebrating, it's not like nobody cares or something- So why does he not feel it?

His knife glitches into existence in his hand. Ah, the lovely memories of Jack- Jack, who no longer exists. Is this what Chase felt like when he lost his family? Boo. This sucks.

He's staring at the blade.

He has no cake to cut, but he can still cut something. Cut something so he's no longer bored, so he can remind himself just how above everyone else he is, how much this doesn't impact him.

He raises the knife, blade facing his neck. He remembers the people loved this one. They talked about him for a very, very long time.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and it's... Wilford? What door?

...Wilford just opened a door into the void. It's okay, he does that sometimes.

Anti immediately lowers the blade, acting like he was just playing around with it.

Behind Wilford, are... Two others. Anti could tell one of them was here prior to even seeing him, just because of the all too familiar ringing that engulfed the room.

...They're all wearing stupid party hats.

“Suuuurpriiiiiiiiiise!”

Wilford brings his gun out from behind him, and fires in the theoretical air in celebration. Instead of a bullet, confetti shoots out, falling in the air.

“Oh̡? ́Ẃhaţ's t́he s͟p͝ec͝ial occ̨a̛sion?”

He smiles, pretending not to know.

...Wilford freezes up as he looks at Anti, his mouth agape and his gun still aimed at the air.

“Your birthday!”

He sounds so sure, but after Anti's reaction, he's starting to honestly doubt?

“It... It is your birthday, right? I- I even wrote it down so I could look at it whenever I forgot! Look, I've got it right here!”

Wilford pulls out something from behind him again, this time a calendar, which he opens and flips through until he gets to October.

“See? Right here, in the big red circle.”

He aggressively pokes his finger on the date of Anti's birthday, which has been circled with a red marker.

“N-N-No, it is today. He's just being a bra-a-at as per usual.”

Google walks up to them, interrupting. Dark trails up as well after realizing he stayed behind.

Google's not entirely sure why he's even here, considering that just being near Anti completely messes with his system.

“Ẃa̛y to r̨uin t͡h͟ę ̀fùn̷.”

Anti smirks as he rolls his eyes.

“No, it's not "fu-u-un", Wilford actually has a hard time re-e-emembering things. Last time I checked, it is considered impolite to use so-so-someone's condition to make them the punchline of a joke.”

Wilford places his hands on his hips as he stares at Google, clearly offended.

...

“What I mean to say is, you're being a bi-i-itch.”

“You don't speak on my behalf, metal man! I can remember things just fine, thank you very much.”

...Darkiplier coughs, bringing attention to himself. When Anti looks at him, he raises his hand to wave.

“H̴e͞llo̢, "Dam̶ien".”

Dark smiles, and lowers his head slightly as he places his hand on his chest, bowing.

“It's good to see you alive and well,”

He heavily emphasized, still smiling through his words despite his sarcastic tone. Anti's own smile faltered.

“Not͞ muc̕h else I can do, r̕eally. I ca̢n't j͢us͏t go di͡e in a di̶tc̨h, ev͏en if I wa̸n͢tèd to. Not ́humàn.”

“Well, then it's a good thing you don't want to.”

Suddenly the air is... Tense?

...

“...Anyway, we have another surprise for you.”

“Oh̵?”

Wilford suddenly covers Anti's eyes, and he hears someone, probably Dark, snap their fingers.

And when Wilford pulls his hands away, Anti is greeted with the sight of a circular table with four available seats, all with their own plates and cutlery, alongside some mystery drinks...

One of the chairs is fancier, positioned in the middle, and in front of it, a silver platter with a tray covering its contents.

Anti's mouth drops slightly as he looks at everything, over and over, blinking in surprise.

“Sit,”

Dark speaks up and, when Anti looks back at him with a dumbfounded look, pinches the bridge of his nose.

“You know where.”

“R̛i̶g͟h͡t̀- Right.”

Anti snaps out of it and walks over to the chair reserved for him, followed by Wilford, Google and Dark picking their own seats.

For some reason, he's reluctant to sit down.

Dark raises a brow at him.

“Why are you hesitant?”

“I͟'ve juśt, err- Nev̨e͢r had s͟omet̷h͞in͏g l̛i̕ke thi͞s happen t͞o m̛e.”

“I thought people lo-o-oved you?”

Dark almost smiles, considering he, too, would probably say something like that- But any sign of a grin is immediately wiped off his face when he notices Anti's unchanging expression.

He's not reacting. He's just standing there, taking it. Why is he just taking it?

...Anti finally sits down, and sighs as he reaches out for the handle of the tray.

“Oh, and before you say anything, it's cake.”

Anti shoots Dark a confused look, before finally lifting the tray off the platter.

...Oh.

It's Chase's head. Or, at least, a hyperrealistic cake version of it. He understands what Dark means now.

“Sooooo? What do you thiiiiink?”

Wilford rests his head on his palms as they balance on the table, blinking repeatedly at Anti with weirdly defined eyelashes.

“Having the head of your enemies served on a silver platter sounded like something you'd enjoy, so we went with that!”

“It was the d-d-dark one's idea.”

Thankfully Dark was only just beginning to pour this mystery drink in his glass, because he would've spat it out.

He glares at Google, who doesn't react. Dark can't tell if he genuinely can't understand he's playing with fire here, or if he just doesn't care. Probably the latter.

“I̧ n͟ev͘e͞r͏ kne͠w I wąs̛ in̡ y̵o͞u͡r h͢ead̀ that mu̕ch.”

Part of Anti is genuinely surprised that Dark was thinking about him, like at all.

...Dark's eye twitches.

“Yes, well- I had to think of something that at least somewhat resembled your... Likeness. I can't interfere with your story, so this is as close as I'll ever be to giving you the real thing.”

Wilford chuckles before he speaks.

“You know what they say! You can defy death, but you can't defy good taste!”

No one says that.

...

“Th̴a̴nḱ yo̡u.”

Dark smiles.

“What was that?”

“I͜ said̨ t̷hank yòu.”

“Ah. Like music to my ears.”

“There is n-n-nothing to your ears besides ringing.”

Dark lets out a sigh of annoyance at Google's comment, but reminds himself that there are other things to prioritize right now.

“Now- Let me do the honors.”

“Sit down. I will cut the cake.”

Google interrupts just before Dark can get up.

“I've already cal-cal-calculated how many pieces I can cut this into.”

Dark is honestly a little hesitant, knowing Google's past... Attempts at AI generated stats.

But maybe that will get a smile out of Anti, so he decides to let him do it.

“...Okay, suit yourself then.”

When Google grabs a knife, Anti can't help but stare. Stare and think.

Dark must've been looking at him, because he began repeatedly tapping his index finger on the table until he got his attention.

Eventually, everyone is served a piece of... Chase. Chase cake? Cheesecake?

...Google can't eat, but he served himself a piece anyway, just to feel included.

Before anyone can dig in, Dark places his hands on the table, pushing his chair back and standing up before taking his glass in his hand.

“I'd like to make a little speech, for the man of the hour.”

Dark gestures to Anti, who cringes and hides the side of his face behind his hand.

But he's chuckling.

“Òh, si̸t ba̕c̵k dów͏n. You look͞ stupid.”

“Ah ah ah. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity,”

“So, I'd like to say that I am glad to be present in this very moment. Present in front of my equals, my friends.”

“We've got all day and night, an endless supply of food and drinks. Let's enjoy a feast made for a king!”

Dark raises his glass.

“A feast for a king!”

Wilford, too, gets up, holding his own glass that he clings with Dark's. Google doesn't move from his seat, like an actual jerk.

For a moment, Anti wonders if he deserves such a grandiose celebration.

But then he quickly remembers he's Anti, the Fandom favorite, and he loves the attention! So he gets up, and clings his own glass.

When everyone sits back down, Anti is looking at Dark, Wilford, and Google. Dark and Wilford are smiling, chatting away as they eat their cake. Google isn't saying anything, but he's listening.

“You know,”

Wilford turns to Anti in the middle of his conversation with Dark.

“I was gonna get you a present, but this one didn't think my pocket knives were good enough!”

He points at Dark, and Anti fakes a gasp.

“Ho̧ẃ dare you do̷ t̡hat, Da̸mi̷en! Sham̷e on you͏!”

“I- You- I never said your pocket knives weren't good enough! You know why knives don't make a good gift! Especially to Anti!”

“I can h̢e͠ar you̕, you ̀kn͏ow.”

“Oh yeah? Well, even if you didn't say that, that's what it felt like!”

Wilford crosses his hands. Dark facepalms, defeated, and Anti's quietly giggling.

It was an honor to get to be casual with them, really. Even if Google didn't take much of a liking to him, he's happy he's here too.

...Hm.

Maybe he wasn't completely above wanting some company, sometimes. And maybe he did want someone to tell him nice things every now and then. There's no problem with that.

...

What a nice surprise.

[likeadevils]

what are the dates for each of the first songs taylor wrote for each album? (aka which date did she write the first song for debut, fearless, etc etc?)

debut:

first song: a perfectly good heart, written sometime in 2003

last song: should’ve said no, written on august 10, 2006

fearless

first song on taylor’s version: you all over me, written summer 2005

first song on the platinum edition: either superstar, written sometime in 2006, or come in with the rain, written in september 2006

first song on the standard edition: white horse, written in december 2006

last song: forever and always, written september 22 2008

EDIT: totally completely forgot about mr perfectly fine, written sometime in 2009 (i’m pretty sure on march 11, 2009, but that’s a whole other rant)

speak now

first song: sparks fly, written fall 2006

the first song written purely for the album will probably be one of the vault tracks, but if this was a movie (~april 2009) is the first one we’ve heard, or maybe haunted/never grow up, which were written sometime in 2009

last song: the story of us, written and recorded between june 9-16 2010

red

first song: stay stay stay, written sometime in summer 2010

first song written purely for the album: all too well, written between december 2010-march 2011

last song (kinda): i knew you were trouble (the chorus was written as a piano ballad ~january 2012, but the verses and bridge and general sound wasn’t put together until june 2-7, 2012)

1989

first song: this love, written october 17 2012

last song: style, written february 19, 2014

reputation

first song: gorgeous, written september 2-19 2016

last song: so it goes, written september 2017 (both lwymmd AND ready for it were already released as singles this woman is INSANE)

lover (this is the one i’m shakiest on)

first song: daylight, written summer 2018

last song: i think death by a thousand cuts, which had to have been written after april 20, 2019 (for context, 6 days before me! was set to release), but i’ve seen some people say london boy, since the sample at the beginning wasn’t approved until very late (sometime in july iirc)

folklore

first song: my tears ricochet, likely written fall 2019 (taylor has said it’s the first song she wrote for folklore, we just don’t know when)

last song: hoax, written sometime in july 2020, days before the album was released

evermore

first song: dorthea, written “around folklore”, likely sometime in july 2020

last song: happiness, written in the first week of december 2020, once again days before the album was released

midnights

i straight up don’t know, but it was mostly written and recorded in november 2021

if you want to listen to the albums in order, check out my playlist!

[skylermadness]

Snack Shenanigans [B Side] (Gunzo Tamamura TF/TG/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: October 27, 2023)

Original Description:

I wrote an alt for a story for once! I've actually tried handling story alts before but they never really went well because I lost all motivation to complete the second iteration, so I just uploaded the first one and called it a day. Really proud of myself for finishing an alt though! Especially since I think I might like this one a bit more than the original! But they both are good stories either way. Also yes there's a little bit of copying and pasting in terms of descriptions and stuff, but I think despite that this story being a whole 1k words longer than the other must testify to something that should make the few moments of copying and pasting a non-issue.

   One of the more prominent constants when it came to Madison's daily trips to her college campus were her visits to the cafeteria's drink vending machines after lunch. And more often than not she'd buy the exact same thing from the machine's array of beverages. For the most part she tended to orient herself more towards the carbonated side of things when it came to drinks. Well that and the moment she learned about fruit punch-flavored soda all other flavors were thrown out the window in preference for that one. So with all things considered her trips to the vending machine were short, simplistic, and unchanging.

   That was until today anyway. The one time Madison forgot to order from the machine prior to lunch she ends up having to experience the disappointment of realizing that what you want is no longer in stock. Not the worst experience of course, but definitely a bit of a let down. Despite all of that however, a part of her still insisted on ordering something from the vending machine. But between the rather disinteresting menagerie of soda flavors and the rather bland selection of Gatorade flavors it was evident that this might not occur. At least until her eyes landed on a small selection of beverages in the furthest corner of the machine.

   The selection in question was a set of four drinks all under the same labeling: Yoyogi Protein. Evidently a quartet of protein drinks that all came in fruity flavors. Passionfruit, coconut, chokecherry, and pineapple. A rather interesting selection of drinks, but she's never really been all that into protein drinks. Then again it did come in passionfruit which was another fruit flavor she was particularly fond of. And considering she still has the taste for something fruity…

   Shrugging, she made up her mind and set up her order with the vending machine. A satisfying thunk could be heard as the bottle was pushed forward off the conveyor and into the machine’s pick-up box. She then retrieved her drink from the pick-up box before making her way out of the cafeteria. 

   As Madison continued her trek down the hallway she internally makes plans to find a nice seat on one of the hallway benches and kill this last half-hour before her next class. She would've preferred to head up to the campus' library to try and get some work done prior to that but considering the place's strict anti-consumable rules that was out of the question for the time being. Then again she didn't really mind sitting in the hallway for a bit. It just meant she could cycle through the social media sites she uses in silence (save for the people who use the elevator next to where she usually sits). 

   A few more steps and a turn would lead her to her favorite bench to sit on. Placing her backpack beside her she took a seat and leaned onto the wall before unscrewing the bottle. However before she fully removed it she brought the beverage up to eye level with her to inspect it. The liquid within it looked to be particularly thick as it sloshed around in its plastic confines. It did have a pleasant deep purple coloration to it though. She wasn't really sure what she was expecting from it though. She ended her inspection there and unscrewed the cap fully before promptly bringing the bottle to her mouth and starting her consumption of the protein drink.

   …yup, the fluid definitely feels very thick in the mouth. Seemed to taste rather tart and floral as well. Definitely like how she was used to passionfruit tasting. Still not her most favorite type of drink though, but she didn't particularly dislike it. It could always work as a good back-up if she ever were to forget to order her soda again.

   With those thoughts in her mind Madison continued drinking, the woman blissfully unaware of the changes starting to form on her body as she did. It was rather isolated at first. The fingers on both hands slowly got thicker, ends and nails getting more blunt with each passing second. This evidently continued as her fingers continued to grow in thickness with a similar shift in size quickly jumping to the hands themselves. A firm meatiness steadily accumulating within each hand; larger, bulkier, seemingly more powerful in appearance. At some point they just looked blocky in appearance, almost seemingly more masculine.

   A low heat started to arise as the changes steadily moved upwards, going beyond her wrists and beneath the sleeves of her sweater. Her musculature was getting heavily affected by this, strength building up in both limbs as the thickness continued to increase in prominence. The slender appearance her arms usually possessed we getting replaced easily, muscle mass constantly being accrued and granting them a look and size that just emanated strength and power. It wasn't long until the sleeves of her sweater began filling out, the outlines of her muscles etching into the fabric.

   This wasn't the only change in her physicality however. Despite the warmth that had budded within her, Madison was also experiencing slight chills in the region that was being changed. They were only minor temperature shifts at first but with each one she experienced a sliver of her skin darkened, hardened into scar tissue. One scar on the back of her left hand, one on the back of her right, another set on her forearms, one long one on her left elbow. It was just scars of varying sizes just constantly forming on the already changed portions of her arm, and this would only continue as the shifts in her body progressed. Although for now it would all be hidden beneath the sleeves of her sweater.

   Despite the small chills, her muscles and arms continued to remain warm. Every so often she'd get a feeling of a freezing slash across one of her biceps or shoulders, but it would instantly be displaced by the heat of her muscles growing. Especially since by this point some of the more major muscle groups had gotten their almost instant workout with her biceps and triceps bulking up in unity. The broadness of Madison's shoulders increased drastically as the deltoid muscles developed and rounded out even more. By this point the almost fragile seaming of her sweater began to break, tears splitting open around her much thicker upper arms and revealing the  newly rigid and strength-filled muscles of her limbs.

   The sudden sounds of tearing finally alerted her to the changes. Madison stopped drinking the protein drink (which at this point still was around 65% full) and looked over to inspect the sound's source. Her eyes widened. "Wh-huh…? What happened to my arm?? Why is it so… muscular…?"

   Her gaze trailed downwards, the woman inspecting one arm up until she laid eyes on her hands and finally took note of the scars as well. "Scars too?? How long have they been like that!? W-wait-"

   Her gaze then drifted over to the protein drink bottle in her hand. No, there's no way something like that could have magically given her this kind of muscle mass, right? Right??

   All of this made a part of her want to panic, and yet something else about this still intrigued her. She placed the bottle of the suspicious beverage beside her, then outstretched her hand. Staring at the way the muscles were outlined in the fabric of her sweater, straining against the sleeve of it. Out of curiosity she gave her arm a good flex and watched as some more tears formed in the sleeve. It was a little uncanny, yet the raw strength that coursed through her felt oddly appealing!

   Madison's train of thought then broke as she felt another bout of cold enter her body, the woman momentarily shivering at the sudden temperature shift. "Urgh- can't tell if that's the temperature or-" she coughed at the sudden feeling of her voice crack in her through, "-or my bodily changes…"

   Leaning forward a bit, Madison could feel the transformation to move beyond her shoulders. Her chest just beginning to heat up, core almost burning as she felt the changes rush to her torso.

   The overall width of Madison's frame was probably the next thing to start changing, her form broadening out and shifting to dispel her usually skinny figure more. This type of change got more prominent as her chest became the next part of her body to get altered. A feeling of a cold squeeze entered her chest, breasts feeling like they were getting flattened by this strange pressure. The fatty tissue within them was steadily melting away causing her chest to flatten more and more by the second. As it did so the muscles beneath them began to grow, swelling out rapidly to the point it would almost appear that her breasts hardened into thick slabs of pectorals. These newly developed muscles would quickly grow a little bit more, but not large enough that they were the size of someone more oriented towards constant workouts. If anything they looked more like those of a strong athlete granting her some great upper body strength. This then came with another cold slash on the upper corner of her right pectoral which granted her a small X-shaped scar.

   She then felt a sudden cold-feeling punch into her gut followed by an intense cramping in her abdominal region. "A-argh! That… that-" she grunted as she felt her throat crack again, voice seeming to deepen for a moment. "What the heck was in that protein drink, man…"

   Madison tried to disregard the sound of her voice… or the fact that her thought pattern translated that comment less as 'that drink is the catalyst of my transformation' and more 'did that drink shoot straight through my body?' That very thought seemed to cause a light haze to enter her mind with thoughts steadily becoming a little bit harder. Curiosity faded to confusion as she started to wonder just what these changes were entailing now. And in truth she was starting to feel like she was forgetting a few things…

   Nonetheless she didn't enjoy the feeling of her gut churning around, nor did she like the increasingly heightened prospect of someone walking by and seeing her. With those worries in mind she stood up, used an arm to support her cramping abdomen, and started to make her way to the bathroom nearby. 

   With major changes ensuing in her abdomen it wasn't too long until it too underwent noticeable physical changes. As it churned the skin began to bubble almost as abdominal muscles steadily rose from her skin. They slotted out almost sequentially with row after row extending out until she had been granted a six-pack set of abs. However much like her pectorals, her abdominal muscles were not bodybuilder peak in size and appeared much more modest and oriented towards athletics. Alongside this it would seem a little bit of fat accumulated around the region as well to slightly fill out the area, just barely giving some smoothness to her abdomen. There was also some burning to her sides as her oblique muscles developed a little more, the intense heat being subsided by more scar-forming cold slashes. By the time her abdomen was finished changing she reached the bathroom that was luckily unoccupied. Rushing in there she locked the door before heading to the mirror. It would seem she didn't notice that she had subconsciously rushed into the men's room though…

   Staring at herself in the mirror she came to the slow realization of just how large she had become. Evidently she had gotten quite wider and she was definitely a bit taller. Both of these facts were why her sweater felt so ill-fitting horizontal and why the hem of it was rising up her belly. And there still seemed to be a prominent feel of decompression in the woman's spine as that seemed to still be growing a bit. 

   But all of her analysation of herself was broken in an instant as she felt something freezing pierce through the haze of her brain and straight into it. She stepped back with a grunt, holding her head in her massive hands while squeezing her eyes shut. Thankfully though the surge of pain subsided almost as quickly as it arrived, but it resulted in something weirder than the transformation itself.

   Her right eye's iris had been shocked into a bright crimson, and through that eye she could see what looked to be a quartet of weird see-through ghost-like figures clinging onto her back. They had a strange shape to them, looking to be almost spherical in shape with their body predominately being composed of a single large eye, all while their limbs had been wrapped around her arms and torso for who knows how long.

   A single term ran through her head once she saw them: Legion. And something about hearing that term echo through her fogged up mind had prevented her from panicking. She knew these creatures. They were… some of familiar, maybe? She wasn't quite sure. She just knew they weren't a harm to her…

   "Eheh, you guys look pretty cute!" she said with a smile. The compliment seemed to elicit a positive reaction from a few of the Legion, their eyelids closing in such a way that they looked happy. In a way it made her happy too, so much so that she decided not to dwell on the fact her voice had changed even more. Getting deeper with a tone that carried a level of youthful awkwardness to it.

   Curious again Madison decided to look down to better see where Legion had wrapped itself around her, and she found two of the four had begun spiraling their arms around her legs. As they did so the transformation continued to progress to the lower half of her body. This section of changes mirrored that of her arms, muscle mass easily packing into both sections of her legs with a quick pacing. Thighs grew thicker with bulkier hamstrings and quadriceps, and she could feel a surge of heat flare up in her calves as they bloated up with muscle mass as well. Her height continued to increase as well, Madison wincing a bit as she heard her knees pop and decompress a bit before increasing in size and strength.

   Madison also got to see the source of the occasional freeze slashes she was experiencing, that being from when some of Legion traced their fingers over her skin. The scars were still not extremely visible to her, but her legs were evidently less scarred as the rest of her body seemed to be with only a few of them scattered around the crus of her legs and her calves. However all of this combined contributed to her jeans feeling severely more constricted, a few tears forming in the sides as a result.

   What followed were the changes in her feet. While very few scars were traced into the bridge of her feet the overall size of them steadily increased in all directions. They got wider, pushing up against the sides of her shoes easily. And they got longer, heels digging into the back of her footwear while her toes pressed up against the front. The overall thickness of her feet became rather impressive as well, toes having become chunkier while the foot itself was dense and blocky looking like her hands. It wouldn't take very long for them to grow to a fitting proportion for her new body, their appearance having quickly altered to fit the more masculine look that Madison now was possessing. It resulted in her shoes having immense trouble containing her larger feet with a couple rips already forming across the sides and even the front splitting open and some toes poking out.

   Madison smiled, although laughing nervously at hearing her shoes burst. "Y-you dudes seem to be doing great! Something about this just feels so good…"

   She shivered a bit as she felt one of the Legions place a hand in front of her neck and begin rubbing it. Her voice had already mostly changed but at this point it seemed to be forcing the changes to finish and settle. Just lowering it more to be just like that of an awkward young adult male.

   "A-ah! You're really doing a lot of work on me, bros! I think you just have the head!" he then turned his head and flexed an arm again, casually inspecting his body for a few seconds. "Might as well start considering myself a guy as well with what you dudes did to me!"

      The very thought of that was appealing to him. A more correct assumption especially based on the way his body looked. So much more masculine and athletic. It felt like she had the body of one of those jocks she'd see walk around campus! 

   While her thoughts trailed one of the four Legions had given him a thumbs up before placing its hands onto the sides of her head. It then began squeezing her head, her skull structure and face just becoming practically malleable under the palms of the ghost-like entity. Skull being stretched out wider, his jawline broadening and chiseling out into a more angular and almost square shape. In general it would seem the very structure of his skull was being widened and lengthened into a more square-like appearance. 

   Madison watched in the mirror as the Legion continued its work, this time shifting his facial structure even more. Pulling and broadening his nose, its bridge of it was evidently wider while the structure of it was reshaped away from a short one and into one a bit larger. His eyes were made a little larger and rounder, and as it trailed its fingers across his eyebrows he could see the hairs of them get thicker (especially towards the ends). He also felt it tug on his ears to make them a bit larger and rounder in shape alongside sticking out more. Furthermore, it brushed a finger across his chin and sides of his head to cause light amounts of hair to grow out from his skin and form slight stubble. Lastly came a slash on his left cheek to form yet another scar.

   All while one Legion did work on his face, another one was concurrently doing work on his hair. Slowly rubbing its hands up and down his scalp and causing his hair to shorten with its touch, and it only continued to do so as his face was being morphed. Slowly it went up from being shoulder length to trailing up the nape of his neck to being of equal length with his chin, and it still got shorter as time continued. All the while the waviness of it was straightened, and the dark blonde coloration was deepened to an almost reddish-brown. Alongside this the Legion also gave Madison some thicker sideburns. By the time his hair was what could only be defined as 6/8 of an inch the Legion deemed that length acceptable and ran its hand through his hair to style it. It resulted in his hair being given a slightly messy and short spiky style. The spikes were typically raised upwards and forwards, and in the end the appearance just looked somewhat disheveled and disorganized. By the end it was styled in a way that he just couldn't resist running a hand through to just feel what his hair.

   "This is so cool, dude…" he said, watching the spikes of his hair poke in between his fingers. Everything about this body felt so new, but at the same time the cloud in his mind was making it seem so familiar as well. The more he stared into the mirror and the more he looked at his own face the more it seemed like this wasn't something he had just been transformed into.

   "W-woah, what are you dudes doing to me…?" he asked, taking a step back and placing a single hand on the side of his head. So many blanks were being drawn in quick succession. He was someone else just a few minutes ago, right? Then why can't he seem to remember that. The last thing he can recall was just drinking some new protein drink from that vending machine. Then why was he in the bathroom? Wasn't something… happening to his body? "Nnngh, hard to think…"

   He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt some of Legion begin to massage his temples. Right, Legion, always there when he needed it… just should contrate… or perhaps he should just forget it all and go back to what he was doing. This was all just so confusing, dude…

   As the man was placed in a state of mental discombobulation, the two Legion not tending to his migraine started to futz around with his clothing and alter it. Wrapping arms around his sweater and palming it up and down, restitching the tears and loosening it up to fit more snug around his form. They pulled the sleeves up his arm until they were slightly above his bicep, the action just shortening them completely instead of rolling them upwards. The constant pawing of Legion caused the soft material of the sweater to harden, shifting into some kind of durable nylon. The change in material also forced a change in color, bright red overtaking the sweater with ease as white stripes ran vertically from his sleeves to his neck: a bold horizontal one across his chest with a second smaller one a bit beneath it, and another two vertical ones down the side. The neck even deepened a little, a small placket forming with associated buttons and eyelets. The neckline itself lengthened up into a short collar that propped itself upwards around his own neck. Lastly, a Legion traced a small symbol on the uniform's right side to create what seemed to be a symbol composed of three arrows all pointing in different directions.

   Seemingly continuing the changes of his attire to something more sport-oriented, the ghostly entities enlarging his legwear a little bit while shortening the legs of his pants until they reached halfway down his thighs. The material remained a hard denim, but their touch also shifted its color from deep blue to bright white. His socks soon followed when it came to size changes and shifts as Legion pulled them both up until they mostly encapsulated his lower legs. His footwear was the next part to get changed, becoming larger while the material hardened again as the white shifted to a deep blue. The soles of his shoes brightened to yellow as rounded nubs poked out from them. Straps became string as more additional designs were added to the footwear to make them appear more visually intriguing. If anything they appeared to be rugby cleats now. 

   The final additions to his attire came with the addition of something that ran beneath his uniform and shorts. The Legion materializing black leather beneath them and over his body, the strange new piece of clothing continuing to stretch over his form for a few seconds. The neck of it was just barely visible, and sleeves lengthened until they were nestled around his biceps, and the portion of it around his legs were barely visible. In the end it would seem to be a compression shirt and shorts combo that had been manifested, which ended the granting of sports gear to the newly transformed human.

   As Legion continued to rub the man's head, their actions were steadily draining away his concerns. The ghosts (well, demons more accurately) removing his thoughts of a former identity, a former life, anything that could be traced back to those things. Nothing for this man to worry about, his only concern being those that his current life would give him. But there was nothing to worry about at all… That's what they were telling him after all, and after one last bit of inner turmoil he believed it.

   The headache subsided and Gunzo blinked his eyes, the left one now the same red as the right. "U-urgh, that was… weird. Don't think I've ever gotten a headache like that before…"

   He felt one of Legion's ghostly hands rub his back in reassurance, the rugby player smiling in response. "Thanks, dudes! Glad you guys got my back!"

   A separate Legion gave him a thumbs up. Nodding in acknowledgement of it, Gunzo remains focused on the spectral entity as he makes his way to the entrance and opened it. Unfortunately his lack of focus on what's in front of him causes him to collide with someone as he leaves.

   "Oof- a-ah, sorry!" Gunzo apologized, a little panicked at the sudden collision between him and this other guy.

   The other guy just stepped back a bit, also noticeably startled. "No, it's alright! Was a little worried someone else was going to be occupying this for a while…"

   "Ahh, sorry if the wait was a bit… can't even remember why I was in there…"

   The other guy tilted his head. "Riiiight…"

   The two then part. Gunzo makes his way down the hall as the guy he bumped into walks into the bathroom. Unaware to both of them, this interaction had given the second party a weird feeling of bloating being caused by his stomach seeming to get fatter. His shirt also was getting a few splotches of blue as well… but that was a problem for him to deal with.

   On the other hand, Gunzo made his way down the hall before his peripherals caught the sight of something on a nearby bench. Turning his head out of curiosity he found a protein drink bottle beside a backpack. For some reason his brain registered both as his own.

   "Oh, can't believe I almost forgot these!" He walked over to the bench and hauled up the backpack to his back before picking up the bottle. He eyed the bottle in suspicion however, but that only lasted a few seconds before he shrugged it off. "Should be enough to hold me over during practice," he commented before going about his day…

[chil-aglia]

We know that Adriaen’s birthday is October 25th. But what about Ronin? Does he have a birthday and if so what date is it?

Ronin does in fact have a birthday! I just completely forgot to mention it.

Anyway, his birthday is….December 25th AKA, Christmas!!!

I gave him that birthday because I don’t know, thought it would be cute if he was Christmas baby. I actually have a little dedicated chapter already somewhat planned for when the day arrives (like how I wrote one for Adriaen).

so yeah, mark your calendars for his birthday y’all 😂 deliver him presents and whatnot.

[tedhead]

@troublewithangels tagged me to do this in september but i completely forgot so i’m going to talk about my favorite first watches of october 💗. i chose the pumpkin eater (1964)—if you follow me on letterboxd this might be expected bc i wrote a multi-paragraphed barely coherent review at 8:30AM on a wednesday about how much i loved and was crushed by this movie, they all laughed (1981)—surprised by how much i enjoyed this one and i kind of fell in love with john ritter, ulzana’s raid (1972)—another film that came out of nowhere and blew me away. i didn’t expect too much from a 70s revisionist western by aldrich but it truly was a brilliant vietnam war allegory (and my old man’s in it), and blithe spirit (1945)—fucking LOVED it, but it’s pretty much tailor-made to my taste so that’s not a surprise. honorable mentions: road diary: bruce springsteen and the e street band (2024), corinna, corinna (1994), and across 110th street (1972).

tagging: @fortheturnstiles, @2201, @rostovs, and @johnwatersvhs

[rubydubydoo122]

What other fandoms are you interested in beside DC?

We can go though my past relationships with Fandoms

the very first fandom I got into was Percy Jackson. I feel like if you didn't have a Percy Jackson Phase, you're an NPC

I was very into reading in middle school, so I had a lot of phases, but the most memorable book fandoms I've been in in middle school were "Keepers of the Lost Cities" and "The Hunger Games" and another one, but I can not remember what it was for the life of me.

8th grade was also the beginning of my MCU Phase.

And then Freshman year, and the pandemic hit, and this is where I begin to get into a lot of different fandoms.

Avatar the Last Airbender, Legends of Korra, She-Ra Princesses of Power, Voltron Legendary defenders, Miraculous Ladybug, The Owl House, Oh god and those are the only ones I remember.

BRO I HAD A DC TITANS PHASE BACK IN SOPHOMORE YEAR, I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT. I can never finish that show. Even when I wasn't a harcore DC fan. I think that show had great casting, the writing just sucked tho.

I started watching the Young Justice TV show beginning of senior year, and then I took a break, from DC content, watched Steven Universe, and then I read Dark Matter by mysterycyclone, and then I completely nosedived into DCAU content, and fanfics, and then I started reading comics storylines that kept popping up in fanfics, and then read comics more casually, and then... Gotham Wars. So, I wrote my first fanfic October 13 2023.

that might've been really long and unnessesary but, yeah.

[midwesternwitchery]

Bad Choices

Michael Meyers x Fem!reader

TW- This is a lot okay. Big NSFW themes. Michael saves you from SA/ lots of rough handling in the best way, overstimulation, stalking vibes. written from 1st person pov no name but use of y/n briefly. Brief descriptions of readers body/features, Fem reader

A/NI have no excuses its porn with little to no plot. Wrote this last year around halloween for a friend and completely forgot about it. Hope y'all enjoy 7.1K

please don't interact unless your over 18 nsfw under the cut

October in Haddonfield Illinois has a different sort of vibe. Everyone is on edge, especially me. The last few weeks it’s felt as if someone’s been watching me, following me around. It feels like every time I turn a corner someone will be on the other side. Watching. Waiting. For what, I didn’t know.

The air was brisk as I walked down the streets of Haddonfield, a rainbow of orange and brown leaves crunching under my feet. I had just come from a girls night at a local boozy coffee joint with some work friends. I’m not much of a drinker so I only stayed for one drink to be polite. It’s not that I wanted to be a loner, it just seemed to happen that way. So, when I moved here, I decided I wanted to change that. I wanted to make some friends and have a semi normal life. Maybe meet a nice guy and settle down but it’s not always that easy though.

Ahead of me I can see a group of men hanging out in front of the main bar in town. I knew it was stupid, but I decided my best bet was to avoid those men, so I cut down an alley to get to the woods behind the town. If I’m quick I can cut through and be home in 15 minutes. ‘Yeah, this is fine, I’m fine.’ I thought as I pushed through some bushes in my path but after a few minutes of walking I heard a branch snap to my left. I instinctively froze, my eyes wide and searching for whatever made that noise. The sun was low almost completely gone, so I didn’t have much light left to search for the source of the noise. After a moment of silence, I shrugged it off thinking it was an animal and continued on my way.

I walked a few feet down the path when a man in one of those cheap Halloween masks stepped out in front of me. I gasped and stopped walking panic rushing in my veins.

"C'mere girly, don’t ya wanna have a good time?” The man slurred at me.

I didn’t have time to answer as the man lunged at me and I sprang into action dodging him and running past. He kicked out a leg catching my ankle and I tripped, losing my balance and fell flat on my face, knocking the wind out of me. I didn’t let that stop me from fighting with everything in me. The man straddled my legs from behind, beginning to grope at my ass as I let out an ear piercing scream. He was trying to remove my skirt when suddenly his hands were gone.

I stopped struggling to sit up and look around and there he was. A mountain of a man in a dark pair of coveralls and another dirtier version of the Halloween mask. He had my attacker by the throat held up in midair, when a long sharp wicked looking knife appeared in his hand, and he began stabbing the man violently. The man’s blood was everywhere, splattering my savior and pooling at his feet. I was frozen in fear. If I moved, he would notice me but if I stayed, he would notice me for sure. I continue having this internal debate of what the fuck am I supposed to do when the man finally stopped stabbing my attacker, dropping the man’s limp body to the ground with a wet sounding thud.

Times up it’s now or never. I got up as he turned to look at me, the eyes of his mask were shadowed and my god he was massive. At least 6'7 with a wide chest and powerful arms, he stood there staring at me. ‘Th-thank you’ I stuttered out. He said nothing but cocked his head to the side in contemplation.

‘I uh… I’m gonna go now… Thank you … for saving me…’ I said as I took a step back and to my dismay, he took a step forward. I froze as he took another and another step toward me until he was directly in front of me. The sharp copper scent of the blood soaking his coveralls was strong this close, but I could smell something else too, something alluring and uniquely him.

I should move, I should run, but something in me told me not to. That if I run it will all be over. He would catch me and likely kill me, so I stay still waiting to see what he would do. I hadn’t realized I was instinctively backing away from him as he continued to step toward me until my back hit a tree, halting my progress.

‘Shit. This was it, I was going to die here, weren’t I?’ I thought as he raised his hand thinking he would strangle me with his oh so large hands. Jesus Christ he could palm a basketball with ease, his hands were massive just like the rest of him.

His hand landed on my cheek as his thumb wiped away a stray tear. He lifted his hand inspecting the tear before he lowered his head to my neck inhaling deeply. We stay that way for a moment. Me frozen in fear and wait am I aroused!?! What the fuck. I should not be enjoying this at all. As he inhaled deeply as he drug the nose of his mask up the column of my throat and I realized that yes, I am absolutely turned on.

He had one hand in my hair holding my head immobile while his other hand snuck around my waist keeping me pinned to his chest as he continued to explore. ‘Please….please let me go’ I beg, but it falls on deaf ears as he ignores me and continues his exploration of my body. He pulled at my shirt, ripping the fabric across my chest like it was paper, while his other hand snuck down my back to grab my ass. He lifted me way too easily with one arm bracing me between his body and the tree.

My skirt rode up and as I squirmed trying to get out of his hold, I felt him. Between my legs I could feel his hard cock practically throbbing against me. The only barrier between us my thin lace panties as my skirt had rucked up to my hips. I tried to resist pushing against him trying to get free of his hold when his grip tightened painfully on my hip. I inhaled deep to draw out a scream when his hand came up and wrapped around my throat. Effectively cutting off any chance of a scream escaping my lips. He ground his hips into me, and he groaned. He still hadn’t spoken but fuck his voice had to be deep if his groan was anything to go by.

His grip on my throat loosened and I choked out, ‘Michael? That’s your name, right? Please let me go.’ I choked on a sob as he reached down to rip the thin lace of my panties. He didn’t acknowledge me when I spoke, just continued on as if he had no real control over his own actions. As if he was compelled to strip me bare right here in the woods with my former attackers body not 6 feet away from us. His fingers explored my pussy, first rubbing my clit then further down pressing them inside of me roughly. I cried out and his hand squeezed my throat again, but he did ease up, fucking me slowly with his fingers as if he’s preparing me for him. Judging by the size of him I’m going to need it.

I tried resisting but fuck he was hitting all the spots inside me making me see stars as I convulse around his fingers. As I came down, he dropped my legs to the ground, and I fell in a heap at his feet. He said nothing but the sound of his zipper made me look up at him. Freeing his cock, I gasped he was huge pale and thick with a few veins on the underside of his cock. My body was a traitor, I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but the site of his hard pale cock made my mouth water and my pussy throb with need. He grabbed me by a fistful of hair bringing my face close to his cock. I knew what he wanted, and I wasn’t about to deny him.

He pressed his cock against the seam of my lips forcing it inside. The salty sweet tang of him hit my tongue making me moan. After a few moments of guidance, I took over. Bouncing my head on his cock I swirled my tongue around the tip as I reached up and fondled his balls. He let out a low growl tightening his grip in my hair he started to fuck my mouth in earnest. I couldn’t breathe all I could do was sit there allowing him to fuck my face as hard and fast as he wanted. My throat burned from the force of his thrusts, but I was undeniably wet. If my parties weren’t torn, they would be soaked right now. I opened my eyes looking up at him. To my surprise he was looking right back into my eyes. The light from the moon illuminating the masks eye holes just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his deep chocolate brown eyes.

His thrusts were getting sloppy, and my lungs burned from lack of oxygen when he suddenly pulled my head back and off his cock. He grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips, so I wouldn’t fall, as he roughly thrust his rock hard cock inside of me. I let out a horse scream, it was more of a screech really. He filled me to the brim his wide cock splitting me open as he held me against him. His arms were under my legs holding me up while his hands gripped my ass as he fucked me, kneading the flesh in his large palms. I moaned wrapping my hands around his neck bringing him closer to me. The only thing I could do was cling to him as he fucked me mercilessly in the woods against a tree.

Thrust after thrust he brought me higher and higher until I shattered, climaxing around his cock, my pussy convulsed, milking him as he let out a roar and came inside of me. He rocked his cock in and out as he came, his seed spilling out of me with the force of his thrusts, it ran down my thighs and ass.

He stayed that way for a few moments breathing labored hands flexing over my ass as he came down. I looked up at him as he looked back through the holes in his mask. I’m not sure why I did but I lifted my face and placed a kiss at the corner of the mouth of his mask. His body went ridged against mine and he pulled out letting my legs fall to the ground. I felt like my legs were wet noodles and I collapsed to the ground in a puddle at his feet.

I wondered if he would kill me now that he had his way with me, but I was so blissed out it didn’t really matter. It’s not like I could stop him. He was huge and so fast there would be no point in fighting back. I had heard the stories of Michael Meyers.

You don’t grow up in Haddonfield IL without hearing them whispered between adults and children. Michael Meyers was this towns own personal boogie man, and here I lay in the damp forest floor, his seed still leaking out of me as he looked down at me. Was he contemplating killing me? Probably.

In the end he tucks his softening cock back into his coveralls, buttoning them back up. He looked around before grabbing his knife tucking it into a pocket somewhere in his bloodstained coveralls. When he turned back to me, I was still in a heap on the ground, completely resigned to my fate when he reached down picking me up bridal style and began to walk. After a few minutes of carrying me through the woods my eyes started to droop. I snuggled into him and as I drifted off, I heard him say the one and only thing so far.

‘Mine.’

***

I woke up the next morning in my bed thinking it was all a dream. When I moved to get up, I realized it wasn’t. My body was bruised and battered, clothing dirty and torn with blood spatter across the skirt. ‘So, I did happen. It wasn’t a dream.’ I whisper to myself. How did he know where I lived, and how did he get me home without being spotted for that matter? Questions swirled in my head as I stripped, throwing my clothes in the trash as they were ruined, I wondered if I should burn them since my would be attackers blood was on them.

I started the shower stepping under the warm spray, wincing as my bruised body slowly softened. I contemplate if I will ever see him again. A part of me knows I should hope I never do, he attacked me, assaulted me. I should have reported it first thing. Deep down though I hope he comes back. I hope he finds me again.

Little did I know Michael had been watching me for months waiting for an opportunity to take me. I belonged to him now and deep down I knew it. There was no escape even if I wanted to. He wouldn’t let me go so easily. A part of me thought he was a myth. That the big bad Michael Meyers wasn’t real. After last night I knew he was real, the green and purple fingerprints he left on my throat and hips are proof he was real and that it did in fact happen.

I stepped out of the shower grabbing my towel to dry off. Today was my day off and thank God for that. Inspecting myself in the mirror there is a massive handprint shaped bruise wrapping completely around my throat.

‘Fuck it’s a good thing I’m off today. How the fuck am I going to hide this at work?!?’ I thought, panicking for a moment.

There’s no way I can explain this away, I have to figure out what I can do to heal it or hide it. The thought of the bruises fading makes me a bit sad though, feeling like the bruises are a part of him. That he marked me as his and while I realize it's fundamentally fucked up, a part of me doesn’t want them to fade.

Shaking my head at myself I walked out of the bathroom down the hall to my bedroom. My home was small, but it was mine. It was the first real thing I did for myself, buying this home and making it my own. My room was small much like the rest of my home, but it had a window seat that overlooked the fields and woods beyond. My gaze caught there, where the woods met the fields. Was he out there now watching and waiting? My face warmed at the thought.

As I’m getting dressed my phone pings letting me know a text came through. I open it seeing it’s the work group chat asking for volunteers to work Halloween night for the trunk or treat. The nursing home I worked for was usually short staffed for events like this and since I have no kids or commitments, I messaged back saying I would work it. I walked to the calendar on the wall marking down the date 2 weeks from now. I could have said no but I could use the hours and well I didn’t have much of a life so why not it’s not like I have plans with a masked man again. Sighing, I sank down onto the window seat, grabbing my latest romance novel I settled in for the day, determined to get Michael Meyers off my brain.

***

Six days had passed since my encounter with the famed killer. I wasn’t able to completely hide the bruises on my throat, so I used the excuse of a car accident over my weekend off. I could tell a few of my coworkers didn’t completely believe me but since I wore an athletic style turtleneck under my uniform of scrubs, they couldn’t see the extent of the bruising. I was sore, so very sore all over even now almost a week later. I didn’t mind though, thinking it would never happen again, I cherish the soreness. It reminds me that it was real. That actually happened.

Rounding the corner of the nurses station I plopped down in a chair, sighing heavily. Marcy, my work bestie turns to me, ‘You good?’ She asks. ‘Yeah, just tired. It’s been a long week.’ I reply.

She frowns at me, ‘You should have taken some time off after your accident.’ Her tone scolding.

‘You know I can’t afford to take time off like that. Bills to pay and whatnot.’ I wave my hand dismissively as I turn to the computer to fill out my end of shift reports.

A few of our residents were scattered throughout the main sitting area near the nurses station, chatting amongst themselves or watching the tv in the corner. I looked up at the clock on the wall, thinking I had 30 minutes till the end of my shift, just enough time to finish my reports and head home when one of the residents cried out.

Marcy and I shot up out of our chairs and ran over to her to see what was wrong. ‘What’s wrong Edna?’ Marcy asked, concern laced in her voice as she tried to calm the elderly woman. ‘A mask! There was a man in a mask! He was right there in the window!’ She cried out. 

A man in a mask? No… it couldn’t be... I thought.

He wouldn’t come for me again. He had his way and would forget all about me. Marcy and I finally calmed Edna, telling her it was a trick of the lighting or maybe a teenager playing a prank, that there was nothing to worry about. Eventually she calms down and Marcy wheels her back to her room while I go to finish my reports

My mind was racing with thoughts of him so it took longer than it should have to finish up. Once I finally finished, I grabbed up my stuff and clocked out, leaving through the employee entrance on the side of the building. It was late in the evening and the crisp autumn air blew past bringing the nostalgic smell of fallen leaves and bonfires. I wrap my jacket tighter around my body as I begin to walk home. I lived close enough I didn’t need to drive to work and honestly driving freaks me the fuck out. So, I never got my license. There was no need, between public transit and my bicycle I got around just fine!

Walking through the town was always an adventure this time of year. Many teenagers liked to pull pranks this time of year, but the town square was my favorite. The council always made sure to decorate and be as festive as they can during the holidays. I rounded the corner of the square and set off down the path to my home. I lived on the outskirts of town bordering the woods and crop fields. I liked living just on the edge of town, it was close enough to get around but not in the middle of everything. I valued my solitude too much to want to deal with the exhausting mother hens and matchmakers in town.

As I continued walking my thoughts drifted to Michael. I doubted I would ever see him again, he had his fun and seemed to be done with me. As I walked, I got the sense that something or someone was watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I looked around the street. Glancing to my left across the street between two buildings I caught a glimpse of a white mask. Giving it a double take I froze. It was him, Michael, he was watching me. It was as if my subconscious summoned him just by thinking of him. Suddenly it all made sense, the feeling of someone watching me over the last few weeks. It had to be him, there was no other explanation other than a general feeling of paranoia.

He stood across the street in the shadow of the street light between two houses. As I stood there frozen in place, he continued to stare at me. What was he thinking? I thought. Would he come for me? Right here in the middle of town? I wasn’t sure what to do so I stayed still. After a moment he took a step back out of the shadow of the streetlight and into the surrounding darkness. I stood there for a few moments longer, unsure of what to do. It almost felt like an out of body experience, standing there, staring where Michael had previously been across the street.

Shaking my head, I snapped out of it and began walking, albeit a bit faster than I previously had. I was almost home, if I could just make it there, I’d be safe. Or as safe as I could be against a brutal murderer. I knew if he came for me there would be no stopping him, just as it had been the first time, I encountered him. Finally reaching my front steps I pulled out my keys as I walked up the steps to my front door. I didn’t have much as far as decorations went, money was tight most of the time so when I did make a splurge purchase, I tried to make it count. The jelly window clings hanging on my front windows had been one of those impulse purchases, but they gave me a sense of nostalgic joy.

I was off work the next two days, so I decided I’d make myself something to eat, then go take a nice hot bath. I set my bag down, stripping off my jacket, I lit some incense and got out the ingredients for a simple soup and salad. It felt as if ages had passed since I was last home, even though realistically it had only been a few hours since I had left for work. As I worked on my dinner, I had that feeling again, of being watched. Looking up from the knife in my hand I took in my surroundings.

My home was small but cozy, crystals were set on every surface I could spare. Homemade crochet throws on my couch, smoke from the incense curled up into the air giving the room a slightly hazy look with the low lighting.

A feeling came over me, something was telling me to look out the window above the sink. I ignored it. Sure, if this was a horror movie, I’d be screaming at the girl to run but I never said I was smart. The way this feeling was twisting my insides I decided I’d rather die ignorant if that was my fate. Finishing up chopping the veggies I added them to the pot on the stove to simmer while I went to run a bath.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I reached the landing turning the corner to the bathroom. I flicked on the light, which unsurprisingly let out a loud buzz as the old light warmed up. My body ached after the long hours on my feet at work, so each night after work I completed my ritual of bath time, dinner then bed. With the schedule I had, mostly working nights it was hard to keep with a normal schedule. So, I tried to keep up with my after work routine as much as I could, to give myself a sense of normalcy. I finished cleaning out the tub and while letting the water fill, I dropped some of my homemade rose and chamomile bath salts.

Stripping my clothes, I put my hair up in a messy updo and stepped into the steaming rose scented tub. Oh yes, this right here was heaven, and should the great makers decide to take me now, well I’d die a happy woman.

Sighing, I slipped deeper into the water, allowing it to come up to my chin, completely engulfing my shoulders under the bubbles. I let my mind wander as my body relaxed in the hot water. 

What was he doing? He just stood there looking at me as if he had been waiting for me and wanted me to know he was there. It’s not like he’s looking after me now… Right?

My body flushed at the thought. 

He wouldn’t be looking after me. There’s no way. 

Thoughts of him swirled around my head, reminding me of that night. The night he saved and ruined me. I had tried not thinking about it, but I was alone now. No coworkers or residents to distract me from these unfamiliar thoughts and feelings. I had been with other men before and always found their advances to be lackluster. My body never “Came alive” as the romance novels say, I had always felt like I was on autopilot. That night however it felt like my body was on fire when he touched me, and it made me crave more of him, more of that intoxicating feeling.

Sighing softly, I slid my hand down my body to the apex of my thighs. I knew this was a bad idea, it would only further this irrational infatuation for the LITERAL SERIAL KILLER. As the pads of my fingers brushed my clit, I gasped. Fuck this didn’t feel anywhere near as good as it did when he touched me. I continued circling my clit, driving myself higher and higher, when my phone rang, startling me out of my impending climax. 

Fuck what now?!

Pulling the drain on the tub I figured it was for the best. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. 

It was one time, get over yourself. 

I stepped out of the tub and reached for my cell phone answering it without looking at the caller ID.

‘Hello?’ I spoke, my voice coming out a bit course, ‘Y/N dear! I was hoping I’d catch you before you went to bed.’ My mother’s shrill voice spoke through the receiver. I groaned internally, wishing I had checked the caller ID and allowed it to go to voicemail… again.

‘Mom, hi what’s up?’ I said hoping this would be quick but knowing it likely won’t be. ‘Oh your step father and I were wanting to discuss the upcoming holidays. When were you thinking you would fly in?’ She said.

‘Uh well mom actually I don’t think I’ll be able to make it up this year…’ I said slowly, being careful to choose my words wisely, knowing my father in law was likely listening on the other end of the phone.

There was a long pause. ‘What do you mean you won’t be able to make it?’ she said in a small flat voice. ‘Well with work and the virus I offered to work the holidays to give some of my coworkers with families at home a chance to enjoy the holiday.’ I replied, my voice firm. I knew this wouldn’t go over well but was hoping to delay this conversation as long as possible.

My stepfather Roy came on the phone then. ‘Y/N this isn’t negotiable. You will come to Christmas dinner with your family.’ He stated.

It wasn’t a question of whether I wanted to spend the holidays with my family. Of course, I did, it was Roy I didn’t want to be around. My mom married him when I was 10, he was always a bit too handsy for any decent step father to be with his stepdaughter. Mom had tried leaving once before when I was a teenager, but Roy was a police officer with lots of connections, so it wasn’t as simple as a divorce.

I take a deep, calming breath. 

He’s a thousand miles away so he cannot hurt you through the phone. I remind myself before replying. ‘Well Roy, I am an adult now so I get to make my own decisions on how I spend my time.’ I replied and held my breath knowing this was going to royally piss him off. He was big on appearances, coming from a long line of police officers he had a large family and liked to keep his ‘family man image’ intact.

‘Y/N, this isn’t up for discussion. You will obey your parents. I’ll expect you for Christmas dinner. No exceptions.’ I heard the phone beep as he hung up on me. Hopefully he doesn’t take things out on mom, but I have to put my foot down sometime and now that I live on the other side of the country from where my parents lived, now was the best time to start.

The smell of my soup drifted up the stairs and made my stomach grumble. I had almost forgot about the soup on the stove. Rushing down the stairs, hoping it hadn’t boiled over. I reached it just in time, flicking the stove burner off I moved the soup to a trivet on the counter and dished myself out a bowl. It smelled heavenly, rich with flavor and spices this was sure to calm my nerves after speaking with Roy and mom.

I ate in silence at my breakfast nook. Staring out into the yard, my thoughts once again drifted to Michael. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing tonight. A part of me thought he would cross the street and end me right there where I stood, but he didn’t. He just watched me cocking his head with that unreadable stare.

I finished my soup, rinsing the bowl and putting the lid on the pot to let it cool overnight on the counter. Reaching up I grabbed a bottle of wine down from the top of the refrigerator, popping it open I poured myself a glass. I downed it in one go, after refilling my glass I gathered my things, turning the lights off and headed upstairs to my room.

I flicked the light on, walking into my room I set my wine down and put my phone on the charger. I all but threw myself into my bed, collapsing into the soft down comforter. After leaving my parents house with nothing, I worked and saved as much as I could to afford this house, and everything in it. I wanted to take care of myself the way I had never really been cared for, this included way over priced linens and silky nighties like the one I was currently wearing.

Try as I might, I couldn’t get comfortable. It felt like I had ants under my skin, I couldn’t relax. Michael came to mind again, the thoughts from earlier creeping back in. I sighed rolling over to open my nightstand, I withdrew old faithful, my vibrator. I hated that I felt this way about a literal psychopath, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t enjoy my time with him that night.

I slid my hands to my panties, slipping them off and rucking up my satin nighty, my hands began exploring my body. Flicking and rubbing my clit, I turned on the vibrator. As I was beginning to slip it inside myself, I heard a creek from the hallway. My mind was already hazy with pleasure, so it didn’t fully register. That is until a large, scorching hot hand came down on my inner thigh.

My eyes flew open, a small scream caught in my throat when Michael wrapped one of his massive paws around my throat, a warning to keep silent and still. He must have been watching me from the darkness of the hallway. How the fuck did he get in and how didn’t I hear him?! I wondered as I froze when his other hand slid up my inner thigh to the toy I had just begun to enjoy. He slid it out of me bringing the vibrating toy up to his face to inspect. He sniffed at it, looking at the toy all over, likely looking for the off button. He didn’t find it and instead threw it against the wall, shattering it into about a billion pieces across my bedroom floor.

God he was massive. Just looking at him between my legs on the bed, he towered over me. I was always a bit on the curvy side so the fact that he could make me feel so small, lit something inside of me that I don’t think I’m entirely ready to address. His hand was wrapped around my throat still, while his other hand came back down on my inner thigh, spreading me wider for his gaze. He sat there for a moment, gazing at my slick pussy. His thumb slid over my mound to find my clit, and he began rubbing it, watching my reactions to his touch.

It was rough at first, almost too much pressure, but after a few moments he lightened his touch, experimenting to see what I liked. Oooh he’s learning what I like? Why would he care if I enjoyed it? Most men I had been with didn’t particularly care if I orgasmed or not, but it seemed Michael wasn’t like other guys.

My body came alive under his touch, it felt as though I was strung taught like a bow about to snap, when it hit me. The most intense orgasm I had ever ripped through me. I tried to scream but Michael's  hand still gripped my throat, keeping me quiet but not fully restricting my airflow. My body shook with spasms as I came down from my high. He just stayed there staring at my pussy, now soaked with my orgasm and arousal.

His hand released my throat, and he shifted lower onto the bed. He was so large he was basically hanging off my bed already, so he shifted a bit more until he was kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Suddenly his hands gripped my hips and dragged me closer to the edge, until my ass was at the edge. The lights were already off so I couldn’t see much but I thought I saw a flash of white before I felt his breath fan out across my dripping pussy.

OH FUUUCK... His tongue darted out to lick me from asshole to clit. He paused, inhaling deeply he let loose a low growl, making me shiver, before he gripped me tighter dragging my pussy up to his face. He devoured my pussy like a starving man, licking and nipping at my folds. On and on he went licking my pussy until I reached higher and higher to my peak. I gripped his hands over my hips as I writhed under his ministrations.

The overstimulation was almost too much, I tried to wiggle away but that seemed to spur him on. He gripped me tighter dragging my ass up his body as he sat up to get a better a better hold on me. He continued abusing my clit until I came undone again on his mouth. Panting, I moaned, ‘Michael…please I can’t s'too sensitive.’ Finally, he relented, releasing my body and laying me back down on the bed.

I lay there staring up at him in the dark, my body felt like an overcooked noodle from my orgasms. I couldn’t see much in the dark, but I saw that same flash of white as he went to put his mask back on. I wondered why he felt he had to wear it all the time. Then I wondered what made him want to take it off with me.

‘Wait.’ I said, ‘Leave it off… please’ I said in a small voice, unsure of his reaction.

He paused his movements, lowering the mask once again he stood there thinking, before dropping the mask to the floor. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. He leaned down over me, his nose brushing just above my mound. He trailed his nose up my body, sniffing me along the way. Once he reached my throat, I turned my head giving him more access.

This shouldn’t feel this good, I shouldn’t feel like his touch is setting my skin on fire, but I do, and I can’t find it in me to regret any of this. Sure, he was a brutal serial killer, but he had saved me from that man, he watched over me as I walked home at night. He likely had been doing it for a while and hadn’t shown himself until tonight.

His warm, wet tongue darted out to lick a strip up from the center of my chest, up the column of my throat. My breathing quickened, unsure of what his intentions were. He rose up, his heat leaving me feeling cold and empty. As he stared down at me, I had this overwhelming feeling of loss. Like by him withdrawing I was losing something. I looked down partially in shame for what I was feeling, but also in submission. What I didn’t count on was seeing the outline of his raging hard on. Suddenly I didn’t want him to leave, I wanted to take care of him the way he took care of me.

I sat up on the bed, slowly reaching out to the front of his blood stained coveralls, watching for any sign that I should stop. He gave none, so I grasped the zipper, sliding it down his body slowly as if not to spook him. Once opened I dragged the sides down enough so I could reach in and grasp his cock, pulling it out of his coveralls. I hadn’t gotten a very good look at him a few weeks ago at our first encounter, but God damn if he isn’t perfect everywhere. He was huge, long and as thick as a coke can.

How the fuck did he fit?! I thought.

Rationally I knew he was large, and I knew he would fit as he had before but seeing it right there in front of me was another thing. I reached out to grasp his cock, firmly stroking it from base to tip, when I saw a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip of his enormous cock. My tongue darted out to lick the salty sweet drop up. Michael threw his head back and groaned loudly.

It was the most sound I had ever heard from him, he was always so quiet, like a ghost. I supposed when you’re a gigantic serial killer it pays to be quiet. One of his massive hands slipped into the hair at the back of my neck, pulling my mouth closer to his erect cock.

I looked up at him and he paused, cocking his head to the side as if to say, ‘You good?’. I nodded and sunk my mouth down on his cock. A strained groan escaped his chest as I began sucking his cock in earnest.

I wanted so desperately to please him, to make him feel the same way I felt earlier. I continued sucking his cock, while his hand stayed at the back of my neck. As he drew closer, he began thrusting in and out of my mouth, eventually his hand on the back of my neck stilled my movements until I was sitting there on the bed, while he fucked my face. In and out, he became rougher and rougher. With each thrust he hit the back of my throat until he was almost there. I could feel the way his balls were tightening, the thrust of his hips more and more erratic until I swallowed around him, drawing his cock into my throat, sealing off all airflow as he came down my throat. I began to choke, and he pulled back removing his softening cock from my mouth, as I licked up all his seed from my hands.

He watched me clean myself up as he tucked himself back in his coveralls. He then turned, leaving the room, returning a few moments later with a wet towel. I moved to take the towel, but he gripped it tighter, gesturing for me to lay back, so I did. Propping myself against the pillows at the head of my bed he leaned down over my body and began to wipe up the mess between my legs. I’d never had a man do this before, I’m not sure what surprises me more, the fact that this man, this serial killer has more tenderness in him than the average man, or the fact that I am enjoying it so damn much.

Michael turns and leaves the room again, returning a few moments later. I was still in the same position as I was before, not having the energy to move after our activities and the long day I’d had. I shivered involuntarily, as he stood there staring at me. He pulls the covers down gesturing for me to get under, and I comply, slipping between the sheets I let out a sign of contentment. The only thing that could make this better is if he crawled into bed with me and cuddled all night. I bet he would keep me warm through the cold nights. I thought sleepily.

Just as I drifted off, I felt a whisper of something across my forehead. A kiss I realize belatedly, he kissed me goodnight. My eyes were too heavy to open as I felt him step away from the bed and leave the room, as quietly as he had entered. I smile dreamily, tomorrow I will have to deal with the consequences of my actions but for tonight, I’ll bask in the warm feelings running through my veins.

[moonroselily]

I hate the Fantastic Beasts movies. Here are the main reasons why:

1. Most characters are irrelevant to the story, and some aren’t supposed to exist yet but were added anyway as nostalgia. A (sarcastically or ironically) flawless example of this canon-destructive writing: Minerva McGonagall was born on October 31st 1935, so she couldn’t be teaching at Hogwarts in the 1910s as they claimed in the flashbacks of the second movie.

2. Newt Scamander is the most out-of-place main character I’ve ever seen. This SHOULD be a story about a young Albus Dumbledore. This SHOULD NOT be a story about a character briefly mentioned to have written a children’s book with 0,01% relevance to the main story in Harry Potter, and even that is being exceedingly generous.

3. The Blood Pact is canonically impossible to exist based on the history we get about Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore in the Deathly Hallows (book.) It’s an outstanding example of cheap writing. The writers, directors and producers apparently didn’t know how to convey the deep emotional turmoil of a character (Dumbledore) in movies, so they created a physical object to solve a plot problem while destroying the canon in the process and downplaying the very human emotions of the very human characters.

4. How the fuck did Albus Dumbledore predict every event of the third movie? He is not a Seer, unlike Gellert Grindelwald, which brings me to my final and most outraging reason.

5. The complete and utter character assassination of Gellert Grindelwald as a wizard Hitler with genius-level intelligence is the most unforgivable crime in every movie he is in, starting from The Deathly Hallows Part One.

Edit: I completely forgot when I wrote this post that Albus Dumbledore was canonically a Transfiguration Professor, not the DADA Professor until these movies also fucked it up.

This is moderately constructive (considering my whirlwind of anger) but a brief summary of my opinions on this franchise, which as far as I’m concerned, isn’t canon.

I do not accept Fantastic Beasts as canon, but I will forever be outraged and complain about its existence.

[bluespacestarssssss]

My Eddsworld Hyperfixation Timeline

Well, I've been in this fandom for like- just a few months to be honest... Yeah I know pathetic right? But like- to be fair I've been deep into like so many other hyperfixations up until Eddsworld. And if I'm being honest. I'm very certain this one is gonna stick- Okay so. My extreme- gut wrenching milisecondly thoughts about Eddsworld are about to be explained. (even tho I barely mentioned it being my hyperfixation so far on my blog but like whatever it's kinda obvious) Probably around March in 2023, maybe a month or two after. I stumbled across AIDAX's Absolute Territory Animation Meme/pmv! It was a brief moment but I really loved how it looked and all of the characters in it! Although I didn't really know what it was from, I just assumed they were oc's. October-September of 2023 After I completely forgot about that music video my friend started writing this TomTord fanfic while I was busy with my own fanfic. (For a diff fandom I had no idea what Eddsworld was). So I read her fanfic obviously because I like seeing how and what she's writing! I also helped her proofread a bit! I think my favorite mistake was something like Tord cutting his hand on glass or smth but she wrote Tords so we both just cracked up laughing thinking abt a bunch of Tords all simultaneously being injured! Anyways, since I didn't actually know the characters she showed me pics of them and I just tried to remember who was who, but kinda failed a bit- She told me the show was on Youtube but I didn't watch it because I was in a deep Omori hyperfixation. July 2, 2024 At one (1) in the morning I was rereading my friend's fic and though I might wanna check out the show. Sooooo I booted up Youtube and found a playlist to watch the eddisodes off of! Starting with Tord's Adventure. (Yes I did go find as many as I could that were also off of the playlist) I kept watching and once I got to the Zombeh Attack videos I was pretty much hooked and ended up binging the whole show that night- And SUDDENLY I literally made sure there was something Eddsworld related everywhere around me, every single day all I could think of was Eddsworld- Since I'm still new I'm still finding things- Like the good ol' pork soda vid. I literally just watched that for the first time a few hours ago- Honestly, Eddsworld actually helped me a lot. Just a little while after I started watching, about a month after to be specific, some things happened and I was definitely not in a good mental state from it. But since I had just began a fresh hyperfixation on Eddsworld all of the eddisodes, fanfics, fanart and official art, and the comics all kept me feeling well enough to go on. I may be extremely new to the fandom but that doesn't mean Eddsworld isn't very precious to me. I love the boys and I love the show, comics, and I love learning about the history of it all. Now I won't have that connection of growing up along side the show, but Eddsworld still holds a very dear place in my heart.

[missheavenfield1215]

Fakiru Vampire AU

I know, I know, October is over, but I completely forgot that I had to post this...

This was for the Spukisison, but I forgot about it.

Where Fakir is a writer who has inherited his great-great-grandfather's talent for turning stories into reality. And Ahiru was the last victim of Drosselmeyer's whims and is doomed to live as a Vampire (Lebensfresser, Life's Eater) if Fakir does not help her. (There are more drawings in all of this post)

Bloodline

"Thank you for giving me your blood, Fakir"

"And I would give you my soul if you asked me for it" (Obviously, he would never say that out loud)

Fakir is a very young writer, but extremely talented. His talent runs in the family, as his father, grandfather and great-great-grandfather were. In particular, critics have said that he is the successor of his great-great-grandfather, Drosselmeyer, who has become an important figure for his country.

But, despite Drosselmeyer's incredible and undeniable talent, and having written wonderful tales and stories, most believed that their mental state was not the best.

And even the bad tongues said that he possessed a certain black magic... That some of his stories came true once he wrote about them.

In his later years, he claimed to have met a race of human beings who had evolved to devour their fellow humans. Although almost no one believed him, as soon as he published his last book, “Lebensfresser,” people began seeing human-like creatures with the same characteristics as he described. And although these sightings were isolated, they were enough to motivate victims’ relatives and volunteers to go out and hunt them down. According to the accounts of those relatives, none of them remembered what had happened when they left the village.

But that remained a folk tale, as only the legend had survived. After this, Drosselmeyer was found with a fang mark on his neck, everyone believed that he had been killed by a Lebensfresser who sought revenge for telling their secret, although the popular version says that he was bitten by a bat that came from abroad.

Fakir, for his part, hates having to deal with his great-great-grandfather's legacy. So, instead of writing fantasy and drama, he focused on writing detective novels and short stories.

But it didn't help him much to take his eyes off his legacy, because a red-haired girl appeared through his bedroom window looking for his help.

It turns out that on one of his travels, Drosselmeyer found an isolated kingdom that had no resources because the nobility had taken everything from them, even their children and husbands, to make them fight in the war. Drosselmeyer, eager to be able to write and to show himself as a savior, asked the poor people if they wanted power to take revenge on those indolent nobles and after receiving suggestions, he gave them enormous power.

Before he transformed them into Lebensfresser, he had promised them that their transformation into the beasts would be temporary and would only last for a week, but when the time was up, they never became human again. Furious, the villagers sought him out for answers, but learned that Drosselmeyer had escaped.

It was 20 years before they found Drosselmeyer's village and began killing innocent people. Drosselmeyer, scared that they would find him, sent the remaining relatives of the affected families and "volunteers" with weapons and secrets to wipe them all out.

To prevent the Lebensfresser from giving information to the villagers about him and his treatment, he partially erased their memory, they will remember fighting, but they will not remember details.

What Drosselmeyer didn't count on was that before he could write "they and all their descendants died in the assault," one of them had attacked a mother and her daughter. The Schwan family had gone on vacation, but unfortunately, they arrived at the village of the damned.

There, Lord Schwan was killed while trying to protect his daughter, Ahiru, and his wife Odette. But when he was killed, the Lebensfresser locked them in the dungeon. In the midst of the battle waged by the villagers, they managed to escape, but on the outskirts of the Kingdom, they were ambushed. This Lebensfresser managed to mortally wound both of them, and accidentally transform Ahiru... And knowing that they did not have much time and there was nothing more to do, Odette offered her own blood to her daughter.

In all those years, Ahiru always refused to hurt anyone, and survived by drinking the blood of dying animals, as well as sleeping for a long time right after drinking blood, to avoid getting hungry and hurting anyone. One day, she met a fortune teller and was advised to find Drosselmeyer, as only he could revoke the curse he had placed on her and thus, Ahiru found Fakir.

She asked him for help and told him everything her great-great-grandfather had done, since apparently having a drop of Lebensfresser's blood on one of her wounds, does not make her his descendant and therefore, made her immune to Drosselmeyer's last writing.

In addition to that, she helped Fakir to see the truth behind what his own writings... Apparently a couple of thieves have come out wanting to imitate what they read in his books, but apparently it is not a coincidence.

Apparently, Fakir still has a part of Drosselmeyer's power in his blood and has caused a very small part of his writings to come true and therefore, he can help her.

Fakir feels partly guilty of what happened to her and he cannot let her continue drinking the blood of dying animals, because she can get sick again. So, Fakir lets her stay at his house until he can return her to her human form, in addition to giving her his blood every time she gets hungry (at first, she refuses because she does not want to hurt him if she enters a euphoric state by tasting human blood, but he insists and she sleeps a lot to avoid having to ask him for more blood and hurt him)

At first, Fakir helps her to take the guilt off of himself but everything becomes closer and he genuinely wants to help her because he knows she is worth it.

Well, it was more or less like that... I didn't want it to be so long but, I just thought it was better to give more context... I hope I haven't bored you 😅

Here are more sketches:

I tried to do more, but I ran out of ink

How I thought the relationship between Ahiru and Fakir was going to be in this AU:

As it really is:

I hope you like it and if you have any suggestions, I want to read them!

I hope you have a nice day!!