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chaotic-minds-think-alike · 1 year ago

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Finally finishing all these guys we’ve got charts and headcanons! (Long post)

(Height)

(Wingspan)

(Body length & basic shapes I used) (it might be odd but ignore any detail on the back, the shapes are for general body shape)

Headcanons:

Seawings: - Colors range from red and purple to yellow - Aquatic is based off areas of bioluminescence rather than singular scales (because no one wants to draw all of those) - Although they average small compared to the other tribes, gigantism is more common - Wing bioluminescence gene is always present but for some doesn't show, thus aquatic doesn't utilize the wings

Rainwings: - Can change the texture of their scales alongside color - Weakest bite due to their fangs, probably why they're vegetarian - Mimic interesting behaviors - Have forked tongues

Mudwings: - Colors range from olive green to purple-ish red - Very resilient - Able to breathe fire regardless of body temperature, the heat of the flame depends on body temp - Their horns constantly grow and sometimes have to be cut due to dangerous growing patterns - Love gnawing on things, tough foods like jerky is popular - The horn covers of fallen siblings are harvested and turned into instruments to remember them by

Leafwings: - Colors range from gold to teal (and pink to olive green during cold seasons) - Can appear to have false eyes - Bug-like just like the other Pantalan residents (because they're just some weird outlier like what is going on here) - Leafspeak doesn't actually allow them to hear voices from plants but rather increase the sensitivity of their antennae which pick up on the changes in plants - In colder seasons, regions that have deciduous trees influence leafwings in that their scales change into warm tones similar to fallen leaves for camouflage but this also negatively impacts one's leafspeak ability; this doesn't apply to evergreen leafwings however

Hivewings: - Colors range from hot pink to olive green - Can appear to have false eyes - Have elbowed antennae just like their "cousins", Hymenoptera (wasps, bees, ants) - Tend to disregard personal space/get close out of habit, being close means better temp regulation and better communication - All hivewings have stingers, wrist stingers, and a venomous bite but it largely depends on preference of which they choose and like muscles, they can be exercised to become deadly weapons - They're not capable of "emitting a horrible stench"

Icewings: - Colors range from white to pale indigo - Melanism is still very rare but more likely in icewings - Can be iridescent in any color, especially visible in lighter scaled individuals - The scales on their face is very fine and is flushed with blood which darkens the area and allows them to see in the snow by absorbing light, otherwise the glare from the sun reflecting off would be a hinderance - Their wings are thin and thus have visible veins most of the time - Idk how to describe their scales other than its kinda like basalt formations - From the side they appear large but are actually thin and flexible - They can freeze to death if they've gone without cold for a long time and then reintroduced too quickly - In hybridization, they have dominant genes, partially because the animus gene - The extra mane of horns can appear randomly on the body in singular spikes, they also make a clink sound when they collide as if they're made of ice, making a pretty scary rattle when disturbed

Nightwings: - Colors range from orange to purple - Albinism is still very rare but more likely in nightwings - Dwarfism is more common - Teardrop scales are always present, highlighted when the dragon has powers regardless of type - Pitbull ready to bite kids - They CAN hang upside down as the books suggest but not for long - By taking dust baths, they dull their scales to reflect less light and blend in better in the dark - Have white fire but cant breathe for long due to how hot it is (this is mainly to add onto the mysterious factor of em and I always liked the idea) - Due to eye sensitivity, they hate sudden bright lights and will close their eyes as they breathe fire

Silkwings: - Can have black or dark accents but never as a whole body color unless they've hybridized - Wing shapes vary widely - Can appear to have false eyes - Flamesilk is rarer than one might think - Very flexible and have strong tails used as a sort of 5th limb in climbing - Albino or melanistic dragons still keep their iridescence - Silk is emitted through a spinneret on the chin rather than the wrists - Prefer to travel in pairs (instinct)

Sandwings: - Colors range from red to olive green - Dark patters often mimic a snake's - Horse-like in complexion - Alongside their snake-like appearance, they have pit organs - Tend to move like birds - Poor eyesight but good hearing - Their horns angle upwards sort of like a bull

Skywings: - Colors range from red to yellow (and green because skywings are meant to be your typical fire breathing dragon which is most often depicted to be red but can also be green) - Tend to move like birds - Weaker than they appear - Green skywings are incapable of being or having flamescales - Their horns constantly grow and have to be filed down - A flamescale cant melt rock or metal by touch alone, only via fire is it possible - It's not that they don't want flamescales that they kill them, it's more of a mercy killing because of how lonely their life can be

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kenzlie · 4 months ago

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just one more? c.s

𝗒𝗈𝗎 were a 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUTT, oral (male receiving), degrade kink, praise kink, inappropriate language, p n v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slapping, probably more idk i’m ℱ𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎..

A/N: This is like my 1st post on tumblr, btw this is short bc the first time i wrote it, it got deleted, anyways if you do not like what i write and say, you can leave!! (it’s free) anyways enjoy 😈.

Orange = chris speaking, pink = fem speaking

i was sitting on the couch watching a movie, i was waiting for my boyfriend chris to get back from dropping matt and nick off at a sleepover

me and chris have a good relationship we understand each other very well and get along good, well sometimes just not always, anytime we have sex it’s gentle sex and always protected

the movie ended a few minutes ago and i’m scrolling on my phone, i hear the front door knob rattle before being opened “i’m back baby” “hi chris” i say while putting me phone away and smiling at him as he sets his stuff down and plops next to me on the couch “sorry i took so long, matt and nick got hungry so we stopped to get them food” “don’t be sorry baby, wanna make some brownies?” “yeah sure”

we’re standing in the kitchen mixing the batter, well i was, chris was just standing and watching “are you gonna help or just stand there?” i say with a bit of a attitude “you can do it” “no come help chris” i say annoyed, he ignores me “oh so now you can’t hear?” “i can hear perfect but you wanted to make them” “i thought you’d be a good boyfriend and help, i mean come on it’s common sense chris.” “i’m okay you got it” i groan at his annoying comment

i was pouring the batter into the pan making sure it was just perfect and right “let me lick the spoon” chris says trying to grab it from my hand, i pull my hand back “no, you should’ve helped” i say licking the spoon while keeping eye contact, teasing him by the minute

i had put the brownies in the oven to cook about 15 minutes ago, they’d be done it 5 to 10 minutes, me and chris were sitting on the couch looking at our phones, chris wasn’t speaking to me over the spoon thing, typical childish chris

“your a brat do you know that?” he says breaking the silence “excuse me?” i say knowing i have but chris never minded it “you heard me, you’ve been a fucking brat.” “so? your point is?” “my point is you should your attitude before i fix it for you.” “ok bud..” i knew then i had got under his skin, he HATED when i called him bud,buddy,bro or any sort of name like that, he gives me a death stare and was about to say something before the oven timer went off, i get up walking over to the kitchen,i turn off the oven before bending down with my oven mits, grabbing the pan and placing it on the counter, i turn around about to go grab a knife to cut the brownies, but instead i turn around to chris death staring me "can i help you chris?" i ask, without a word chris picks me up putting me on the edge of the counter before smashing his lips against mine "chris.." i say muffled "i warned you, did you listen? no."

all of a sudden he’s carrying me up the stairs to the bedroom, chris has never been like this with me he’s always gentle and soft, he tosses me on the bed “you wanna act like a brat? i’ll fuck you like one.” he stands in front of me unbuttoning his jeans “come here slut” he says as he pulls his boxers down, his long hard length slapping against his lower stomach, i crawl over to him as he stands at the end of the bed “chris i’m not giving you head after you didn’t even try helping me in the kitchen” he pulls my face up to look at him “do you really think i care? now open.” he says slapping my cheek slighty, i open my mouth slightly as he shoves himself in without warning “mph!” i say muffled, i suck slowly since that’s usually how we always go, slow and gentle, “faster whore..” he breathes out grabbing my hair and fucking my mouth, i stroke what i can’t fit, “fuck..” he moans, almost whimpering, i speed up my pace with both my hands and mouth, all of a sudden he shoots warm white ropes to the back of my throat, i swallowed his load as i breathe out

before i can even speak im being pushed onto my back, chris wastes to time pulling off my shirt and pants, leaving me only in my underwear and bra, my underwear was soaked, i looked away embarrassed, chris grabs my face to look at him “how fucking pathetic..” he slips my underwear off my body before rubbing his tip around my folds “please don’t tease..” i beg letting out a whine that was quickly replaced with a gasp that was caused from chris shoving himself inside me, his thrust were fast and rough “c-chris!” i moan as i throw my head back, chris’s hand snakes behind my head grabbing a fist full of hair, pulling on it to make me look at him, his free hand was stabbing into my hip as he fucked me without mercy “g-gonna cum baby..” i warn “c’mon baby cum for me..” my orgasm hits me hard, i moan out grabbing onto whatever i can, chris doesn’t stop, “can’t take it!” i whine “c’mon ma, just one more?”, chris thrusts into me harshly a few more times before i cum again, i could tell he was close, clearly from his now sloppy thrusts “fuck fuck fuck..” he whispers before pulling out and spilling all over my stomach

after chris cleaned me up and helped me change, he simply threw on some plaid pants and a white tank top, he crawled in bed next to me cuddling up behind me “i love you baby..” he whispers into my ear “i love you too chris..” i whisper back.

A/N: this is my first smut in a while so ntm, anywho i hope you enjoyed this!!

@chrissslut

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sugawhaaa · 12 days ago

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☆-TXT headcanons-☆

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Warning/genre:: SMUT...that's about it 🤡

Pairing:: ot5 x gn!reader

A/N:: not me trying to lure in moas to reply to my most recent posts 🤭 I need answers brooo. But I do really like this 🍗

Soobin

He may be a little on the short side but he makes up for it with his width. He's pretty much the same size all the way through and hear me out, he's uncut. Idk why but that's just the way it is. He's decently proud of his "package" but he would never really do anything to "show it off" however he does accidentally.

He gets boners all the time for either no reason or because he feels the slightest little bit turned on and that boner will hang around for way longer than it needs to. Therefore it can be hard to ignore sometimes which is not a problem for him...he loves to palm himself in his sweatpants and pajamas. He'd stare at you from across the room as he rubs his balls and squeezes his cock until you notice him 😵‍💫

Yeonjun

Yeonjun has a very stereotypical dick, not too long, not too thick, nice and colorful but not overkill. For Yeonjun it's definitely more about how he uses his cock and he knows how to. After having sex, like twice, he figured out all the things you loved about his body including specifically what on his cock, then he used that knowledge to his advantage.

The way the veins throbbed in his cock so he'd always make you lick the veins or trace the head of his cock. Another key thing with Yeonjun is he uses his cock in kind of a forceful way, especially blowjobs which almost makes it seem like his cock is more intense/impressive than it really is.

Beomgyu

Beomgyus never really thought about his cock much, it's just another part of him in his mind. He also has quite the stereotypical dick except he's a bit longer than your average joe...like a lot. Beomgyu never really understood the appeal of cockworshipping type stuff until you rolled around. The way you play with the base, trace the veins with your tongue, and rub those plump little lips all over his girth made him realize...he's a sucker for this.

Beomgyu has many different sides to his sex life, a little brat, lazy sex, dominant, and a big whiny baby. Usually sex with change with him depending on his mood but blowjobs and handjobs always stay the same. He loves being worshipped with words and hands.

Taehyun

Taehyun is decently proud of what's in his pants, though he can get quite shy. He'd rather people focus on his abs or arms so when his lovely partner starts to draw attention to his cock he gets nervous. I imagine taehyuns cock to be very pigmented and the type to instantly get sprung ykw I mean? Like he sees you lick your lips, stretch, or expose your cleavage and he's fighting his body to stay calm.

For taehyun though it's more about how he uses his cock but the slight curl to his length proves useful to rub against your G-Spot. Also, this is a weird take, but his cock would look so good when he cums 😫 the way it twitches with each spurt of cum 🥴

Kai

Listen. This boy is packing. He may be a little baby girl but he's got one nice cock. Nice and long but thick as well, a beautiful harmony of features. I feel like he gets wet quite quickly, his body produces liquids fast so he cums generally fast and never needs lube 🙏 in my mind I can see him being both uncut or cut so you can use your imagination with that part. One thing is for sure though, all the way from the base to the tip he's got a nice width to stretch you out nice and wide.

I think he also has a bit of curl and lots of veins, very texture overall.

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princeoftheeternalbog · 7 months ago

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Helloooo, I’m not sure if you still do requests on One Piece characters or anything- but if you do I have a scenario in mind. I was wondering if you could do one specifically with Traflagar Law who has a S/O which gets injured and refuses his help. The S/O has a problem with accepting help and has trouble being vulnerable in front of others- only seeing it as weakness. This could also work for the other more colder One Piece characters…cause idk they just have a special place in my heart. (Though if you can’t that’s okay, but I thought I’d ask)

ALSO I read lots of your posts and absolutely love your scenarios and head-cannons, you literally portray all the characters so well and it’s amazing.

This is the cutest ask and thank you omg😭

I hope this is good🫶

And little trigger warning for descriptions of injury and blood at the beginning, I'll put a line so you know where to skip to if you don't want to read that bit.

I totally accidentally posted this so now I'm writing as it's up, forgive me😞 OKAY IT'S IN A FINISHED STATE I MAY ADD MORE AFTER I FORCE MY FRIEND TO READ OVER IT🕺🏻🕺🏻

I don't know if I'm happy with the length either i kinda feel it should be longer.

The soft, shlick of a blade through flesh rings in your ears. The adrenaline rushing through your body swallows any pain in an instant, but you can feel the pressure as it drags into your side and you wince anyway.

But you can't stop.

If you stop he's going to get past, he's going to hurt the people you call a family and so you can't stop.

His frame is hulking, freakishly tall and looming over you. The level of brute force he's exerting has your heart stuttering in fear, the staccato rhythm making you feel light headed. Though that could be the blood that's dripping from your side.

You hit his sternum, hard, and feel a crack. He stumbles, dazed, your fist comes up to head height and your aim is killer as it slams into the side of the man's head.

He's out cold.

The sigh of relief that exits your body almost overshadows the sudden pain resonating throughout your torso. Without an oncoming threat, you're able to take the time to lift your shirt and look at the damage. It's mostly mottled bruising but just under your lowest left rib is a long but shallow cut. Not life threatening in any way but still inconvenient.

It hurts to breathe and you're not sure if your rib bones are fully intact either, not with the way he was hitting.

The adrenaline is fading quickly, you needed to get him inside.

He'd crumpled into a very ungraceful pile when you knocked him out and it's difficult to tie him securely. But you do. And then you take a deep breath and haul him up over your shoulders in a botched fireman's lift.

Your captain would want to find out who decided it would be a good idea to send someone after the heart pirates.

Your captain would...

The last thing you think about before you hit the deck face first is him.

He's silent as he works.

It's almost unnerving actually, how quiet he can be when he wants to.

"Law-"

The look he shoots you is so intense that you physically shrink back, mouth closing as you drop your gaze to the floor.

He lets out a heavy sigh as he finishes disinfecting the last of his tools before he turns to you.

"What is wrong with you."

He's angry, you can feel it radiating off him, it digs into the soft underbelly of your emotions and you bristle at his words.

"I was just doing my job" Your tone is sharp but he doesn't flinch.

"Your job does not involved getting killed you idiot."

"Well I didn't get killed so it's not that big of a deal"

He looks like he's about to blow a gasket, the vein in his forehead pulsing with the renewed blood flow.

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal?"

You have the distinct feeling that you might've fucked up a little. That still doesn't stop you from digging a deeper hole to be buried in.

"I'm fine just let me deal with my own problems"

His eye actually twitches but you keep talking.

"It's barely a scratch, I don't need help- especially not yours."

The thunderous anger on his face is now accompanied by hurt, but his voice is soft when he says,

"Let me help you"

"I just said I don't need help"

"I don't think that you know what you need"

That stings. To know he doesn't trust your judgement after everything you've been through. There's a pressure at the back of your throat now and it's so uncomfortable, you need to leave.

But as you go to move, Law is much quicker as he grabs you by your upper arm, pulling you into his space.

"Where are you going"

You don't look at him.

He sighs before his other arm comes around your waist and he lifts, walking across the room to set you down onto a table.

"Why don't you understand that I care about you"

The emotion in his voice unsettles you, makes your chest feel tight and you really don't want to deal with this.

He's gentle as he gets to work on your injuries, easily cleaning and stitching up your side before moving to bind your ribs.

"I need you to remove your shirt"

Your hands are shaking, he hasn't really seen the full extent and you're sure he's not going to respond well. It's hard to get the buttons of your shirt undone so when a second pair of hands come up, you don't push them away. But him being closer means you hear the exact moment he realises how bad it is, his inhale is sharp and he says something in a language you don't know.

"Why didn't you call for backup?"

You take a while to respond, trying to squash down any emotion in your voice,

"I didn't need it"

"Did you want it?"

The question makes you squirm with discomfort, your eyes water.

"It doesn't matter because I didn't need it"

He sighs again. That's all you seem to be making him do today.

And then his arms are coming up around you, pulling you closer to the edge of the table and closer to him. One of his hands rests on your back and the other pushes your head into the crook of his shoulder, allowing you a semblance of privacy in such an intimate moment.

"You need to understand that not letting us help you is counterintuitive to being part of a crew"

The statement makes you flinch and you try to push away from him but that fight took a lot of your strength. His grip tightens anyways.

"Do you think I find it easy to be vulnerable?"

"...No"

"Do you think I would want you to die?"

You don't respond this time, chest heaving as you tremble.

"It's not easy to see you like this. You are not a human shield."

"I know" Your voice is quiet and thick with tears but he seems to relax slightly at your agreement.

The hand on your back is moving in gentle shapes, but his grip is still firm, as if he's trying to affirm that you're here and alive.

"I can't have a crew member that doesn't trust anyone"

You tense.

"I can't have a partner that won't be vulnerable with me"

Guilt and dread roll through your stomach. Surely he doesn't mean-

"I can't trust that you won't die because you feel can't rely on others so you're benched until we work through it"

Oh. You actually feel a bit relieved, you thought he was going in a much different direction. You lean back out of his hold so you can look at his face through wet eyes.

His expression is soft but he looks tired and the guilt rears it's head again.

"I'm sorry"

Somehow his expression gets even softer,

"I know"

He kisses you then. It's grounding, brings you back to a semblance of calm and you almost wonder why you were so apprehensive in the first place. He's gentle and warm and you feel slightly self conscious that your lips might be puffy from crying but you don't pull away.

It's reverent, like he worships you.

You think you could learn to let him take care of you.

You think you would let him do anything.

If it feels like this.

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melodic-haze · 7 months ago

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☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino (GI) x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Pet play, using a hidden vibrator in public, reader with a cock/strap referred to as the former, ROUGH sex, spanking, a lot of painplay actually, blood cuz have you?? Seen her nails????? What the hell, overstimulation, dumbification 🫶

☆ — NOTES: I haven't actually played Genshin since the eternal Ayaka timer lol but anyway I got carried away I think LMAOOO I just have a huge thing for authority figures who are all subby for me 😞 I might do an aftercare continuation post idk

☆ — PARTS: Part 1 (you are here), Part 2, Part 3

I really need to put a collar on this woman and call her my personal attack dog

This tall, scary woman who wields a SCYTHE, this Harbinger slash one winged fallen angel with crosses for eyes, this person who people call 'Father'???? Imposing as hell, very much the type that you can't look at in the eyes or else you're probably marked for death next.......but who could EVER expect that all that would go off and crumble down at the mere sight of you with a collar on your hand, a smile on your face and the intent to reduce her into nothing but your personal little pet?

Intimidating? Oh, please. Maybe she'd cut everyone else, but she wouldn't dare do that to you! Not even when she has a vibrator stuffed in her pussy. What's she gonna do realistically, hurt you? Oh no no no she wouldn't dare do that, you've done nothing wrong, could NEVER do anything wrong so whyever would she do that to you?

You've always wondered how Arlecchino could ever balance on those shoes of hers, with the way her heels narrow down into practically nothing by the time its length reaches the ground.

It's an impressive feat, being able to balance on such technically impractical footwear.. especially when the wearer has a small vibrator stuffed in her cunt, controlled by none other than you and the equally small device resting in your pocket, ready for you to use when you felt like it.

And you did exactly that—as the Harbinger went to talk to some person about whatever it is (you never really cared about the current semantics), you dug into your pocket idly, innocently, even, but the both of you know full well that it was anything but.

Despite Arlecchino keeping a straight face, you know the effect was immediate; you could tell from the slight stumble and the quite-literal split-second glitch that you miss when you blink. Unfortunately for her, though, the third-party hadn't blinked so she's left to scramble for an excuse as you watch on nearby, utterly delighted.

Eventually you see her excuse herself early, making it appear as if whatever they were discussing didn't seem to work. And who would ever question Arlecchino, of all people?

You.

"Well, now," you begin with a raised eyebrow as you watched your approaching lover approach you with a surprising amount of grace, wondering how she's kept herself steady with those heels of hers, "I thought you were going to take longer. What happened?"

You see her eyes stare at you, the red crosses within them practically burning so bright it's as if you were so close that you could touch the sun and burn... Though instead of looking away like a normal person with a sense of self-preservation, you dared to flash her an innocent smile as if you were utterly clueless, but both of you knew VERY well that that was, simply put, pure and utter bullshit.

She licks her lips before answering, "I have.. rescheduled for the discussion to continue when his pr-- ..proposal has been polished to the standard I require. We can return to-- ..!"

Her breath hitches, and she moves on to sit down swiftly and cross her legs in a futile effort to keep the toy still within her, though that turns out to be a mistake as you increase the intensity even further. Her mouth practically drops open before she looks down and covers her mouth as she grabs onto your wrist, nails digging and causing you to wince, though it doesn't keep the smug look on your face from increasing.

You narrow your eyes, as if utterly unimpressed by her antics, as you speak only for your lover to hear, "Flaking on your responsibilities just for you to get some relief sooner rather than later? Okay, then." And she hears, sees you laugh, and you both know that she knows she's crossed you, "Let's go home."

The only thing your pet Harbinger could really do was nod.

She need need NEEDS to be treated roughly for her to feel things bc tbh she probably has a high FEELING threshold in general. And like she's insane but that's another thing

Pull on her collar, her leash. Actually no pull on her HAIR there's a reason why she has it in a low tail 🤨🤨 pull it use it to direct her where you want her and she'll do whatever it is you require for her to do

Please do absolutely spank her, put her in her place, urge her on. Pain is a great stimulant, and is a great teacher 🫶

Needs she NEEDS you to hold her up as you pound at her without stopping, vibrator still in her cunt and being pushed deeper into her over and over by your cock and she doesn't tell you to stop either bc she's telling you to give her more, please!!

This deadly woman is asking you, pleading you, begging you for you to absolutely ruin her!!! But nonono you can't let her have what she wants when she's been uncharacteristically not doing her job like she's meant to so you pull out of her and immediately turn off the toy inside her and she looks at you with such shock that it's so strange to see on this ever-so-composed-and-strict member of the Fatui. But at the end you don't really care as you start up the whole process again after waiting for long enough, even switching your positions and paces and everything

Once you deem it enough and that she's basically at her limit, you decide to grant her.. mercy. Fuck her until she cums and she cums HARD, her nails reducing the sheets into damaged tatters of fabric and leaving bloody claw marks and bites on your skin as she writhes and twitches and glitches violently (you'll take care of it later, you reckon, but right now do you really care?) before she settles down.......

But you don't stop. Nononono you don't stop not at all!! This IS what she wanted, right??? Being fucked so hard until she's all dumb and forgets everything she has to keep track of in that brain of hers, make her forget that she's supposed to be this scaryyy Harbinger who could kill you in the blink of an eye, reduce her into nothing but your obedient little puppy desperate for a powerless mortal, of all things. That has to be humiliating, it SHOULD be humiliating when she has all that power, but she doesn't care. Not now, not ever.

Not when it's you :33

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yandere-sins · 1 year ago

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The Orcas' Tale - Chapter III

I made it in time! This chapter really had me in a chokehold, idk why but it was the hardest one so far (even though everything is planned already). But regardless, I made it! Keeping up the one chapter per week feels pretty good, personally, and I hope you guys will find it enjoyable regardless! More actions is coming from here on out! This chapter was mostly "how many words can I come up with for the flesh of the fish, while three major characters are half fish, to avoid confusion?"

Fandom: Original Content Pairings: Yandere!Orca Mermen x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Monsters, Butchering a fish, Manipulation (on both sides), Talking the reader/humans down, Threats, Dub-consensual touches, Animalistic behavior, Mention of claws/sharp teeth, Hinting at death, Long post

Eyeing the comb suspiciously, your gaze wandered over to Krill, meeting his brilliant red stare head-on.

You'd have liked to refuse any of their offerings, braving what the leader of these three creatures wanted from you. Thankfulness, dependency, submission. But what then? You couldn't imagine they had any qualms about killing you if you posed a threat (however small) to them. They'd have no hesitations to bite through your throat and cut open your flesh to be rid of you. At that exact moment, you decided this would not be where you'd die. Some situations required drastic measures, and this situation was intense enough that you'd need to do extreme things to get through it.

"I'm a little hungry," you relented, lowering your eyes and touching your belly. "What do you have there?"

Turning towards Nerrocan, you could watch his body tense. But this time, it wasn't from mistrust or dismissal. You could clearly observe the pride swinging in every skilled movement of his giant body as he climbed on top of the ledge, sinking his claws into the food as he dragged it closer to you. Only faintly did you register the clattering of the comb as Lyr threw it across the room, heaving yet another annoyed sigh while Krill gripped him by his shoulder, urging him to stay and play nice quietly. A victorious smile had crept on Krill's face when you briefly met his eyes, knowing that you had surrendered—for now. If the other two noticed, they didn't comment on it. This was only between you and their leader, and that's how it would remain.

Everyone gathered as Nerrocan turned the hefty chunk of fish on the ground; their tails dipped into the pool while they formed an uneven half-circle around you. Their bodies emitted no warmth, their closeness making you tense both from the anxiety and chill you felt. Krill's skin had warmed under your touch before, but you could tell the water must be significantly colder as there was no more warmth to find. Regardless, you kept reminding yourself of your will to survive, and as all of them seemed to relax, so did you, sinking to your knees slowly to not agitate anyone with rash movements.

You had to remind yourself of their animalistic nature, their tendencies to react harsher than humans would, no matter how advanced their minds were. All you did, you'd have to do carefully and gently, no matter how rough and uncaring they treated you in return. By the time you had sat down, Nerrocan still wasn't through with twisting and inspecting the heavy-looking piece, and you caught his eyes wandering, his gaze slithering up your legs and to your hands in your lap.

Compared to Krill's, his gaze wasn't harsh. Inquisitive and curious, maybe. But he looked at you thoughtfully as if he saw something that made him wonder. His hands kept moving over the animal's (you still hoped it was an animal) dead body until he eventually dug his claws into the flesh, ripping off a slice of the meat cleanly as if he had used a knife. That piece alone was bigger than his hand, perhaps more fitting to his forearm in length, but he lifted it with no trouble, holding it out to Krill first, who wasted no time snatching it from him.

Curiosity won as you looked at Krill opening his mouth and biting down, rows of sharp teeth cutting and tearing out a junk of the pink flesh. You should have known better. Because the first thought that came to mind as you watched him eat wasn't fascination about another lifeform, it was pure terror as you realized how easy it would be for your body to be crushed by these teeth. With a soft gasp, you forced your eyes away, staring at the stone beneath you, the only tangible thing you could rely on as your head turned woozy. It wouldn't have bothered you as much if it had been an animal you watched eat like this. But with that human face, it suddenly became hard to stomach.

"Nice catch," Krill praised, and Nerrocan let out a proud huff, appreciating the comment with a small whistle.

"Alright, hurry up! I'm starving!" Lyr complained, finally free to speak after Krill had the first taste of the prey. There was an unspoken hierarchy in this small pack, and Lyr crawled closer toward you, not bothered by the lack of distance between your bodies like you were, signaling you were at the bottom of it for him. If he wanted to squeeze between you and Krill to get to Nerrocan, he'd be laying in your lap any second now, and you considered getting up and out of his way.

But instead, Nerrocan's hand shot out, clasping over Lyr's face, who immediately dug his claws into Nerrocan's arm, tail thrashing behind him.

"It's not your turn. Don't be so impatient."

Muffled complaints rang out from behind Nerrocan's palm. Still, Lyr eventually slid back, earning you some space to breathe while he hissed at his packmate and angrily thrashed his tail. "What happened to respect your elders?" he snarled, and you could barely hold back a surprised laugh at hearing the old-as-time idiom that humans used from the merman. The sound sprang to your throat where you had to pretend to cough it out as to not be rude, but there was something endearing about finding similarities like these.

You watched as Nerrocan rolled his eyes and shook his head dismissively. Strands of hair fell forward as he patted down the food again, searching for something. You stretched your neck to see better, and he paused for a small moment, then placed his hand at the cut-open side. Digging his fingers into the flesh horizontally instead of vertically as he did for Krill's piece, he began lifting a long segment of the fish's body. With a sloshing sound, the part separated from the rest, flapping around in his grip as if it was alive before Nerrocan held it out to you.

If you were honest, you were already sick to the stomach just from Krill's eating and Nerrocan taking apart the food for everyone. Hesitant, you held out your hands, forcing your disgust into the bottom of your gut as he carefully placed the piece of fish into your palms. You'd probably never eat fish again in your life after this, but regardless, you put on a smile for him, mumbling a weak "Thank you" before Nerrocan could let go, your hands slumping into your lap as you underestimated the weight of the food significantly.

"It's the softest part. You should be able to eat it," Nerrocan explained as he watched you expectantly, waiting for your judgment on his catch. Warily, you gazed at the pink flesh, barely able to lift it high enough to eat from it. With both hands, you raised one side high enough to your mouth, bracing yourself with deep breaths. Thinking of a quick prayer to whichever deity would be listening, your lips parted as you reminded yourself to get it over and done with and survive. No offense could be taken if you ate a bit and praised the butcher, you hoped.

Your teeth sliced through the fish meat as if it was butter.

Nerrocan hadn't lied when he said it was the softest part. Heavy, yes. But soft like a well-prepared steak of a happy cow. Its taste was faint, the meat too fresh to have caught any of the fishy aftertaste you expected. At least, it didn't make you gag.

"It's good," you mumbled, still a bit surprised as you looked up to meet Nerrocan's eyes, watching as his shoulders sagged a little, the tension releasing from them.

"That's good," he replied, and for a split second, you thought the blue light illuminated a rise at the corners of his mouth. But when he returned to work on the remnants of dinner, you averted your eyes this time, focusing on another bite from your own piece. Only then did you catch the hand sneaking over your legs. Towards the piece of fish you had been given, claws digging into the soft flesh before pulling off a portion on the other end from the one you've been holding.

Water tickled your legs as Nerrocan splashed his tail fin into the pool, a small wave washing over Lyr, who pulled his hand back with a trophy piece of your food. "Wait. Your. Turn," Nerrocan hissed angrily, pulling off a slice like Krill's from the big junk and throwing it across the room, right into Lyr's shoulder like a wet socket.

"It's not fair that the human gets the best part!" Lyr complained, shoving his handful of stolen meat into his mouth before anyone could take it from him. "They can eat the rest like we all do!"

Eyes turned to Krill, who was finishing up his own piece. For the first time, you noticed he was tearing on his part of the fish as well, making you realize the first bite must have been from the tender meat that Nerrocan cut out for you afterwards. "Tough luck," Krill mumbled with his mouth full. He didn't have much to add to their argument as he worked his way through chewy flesh, lips smacking as he tore apart his food.

"Unfair," Lyr kept mumbling as he grabbed the piece Nerrocan threw at him, his teeth showing as he chomped down on it, seemingly having to work his way through it as well. Watching him almost made you feel… bad.

"We can share?" you offered, heaving your dinner into his direction as best as you could. Lyr's eyes beamed up with meat hanging from his mouth at your suggestion, but just as quickly, he sagged back down again, the gills on his neck flaring as he glared at something—or someone—above you.

You hadn't noticed Nerrocan crawling closer to you, all their movements so sneaky considering how big they were. Or maybe you were simply always distracted by one of them, unable to keep track of all at the same time. His piece of the catch hung from his mouth as he settled against the wall behind you, his tail close enough for you to lean on. There was a silent warning in his sharp gaze directed at Lyr. As if he was saying, "Don't even think about it."

The latter grumbled, turning onto his back before dedicating himself to his food, gnawing away at it. You looked back at Nerrocan, the casual way he was sitting behind you, and wondered if his dorsal fin was in the way of his comfort when your eyes met. Amber shone through the mysterious blue of the algae lighting up this room as he watched you, his gaze shifting from yours to your hands and the tiny bites you had taken from your food before he averted his eyes, silently nibbling away at his portion.

"Come to think of it," Krill spoke up just as you were about to take a third, tentative bite. Halting, you looked up at him, finding his eyes to be thoughtful as they had fixated on your dinner as well. Somehow their constant eyeing of your food made you quickly take another bite as if you had to fear them seeing your slow pace as an insult. "Nerrocan has a point. The human would probably struggle with this."

"What would they not struggle with?" Lyr sneered, mouth full of unchewed meat, drool mixed with juices from the meat dripping from his lips. Despite them eating at different paces, all three of them were as good as through with their food when you had barely taken five bites out of yours. No matter its soft and gentle taste, you couldn't bring yourself to stuff your face with the fish. Especially not when you wanted to listen in on their conversation and not concentrate on not choking.

"They can't swim as well as we do. Aren't as fast as we are," Lyr continued, counting up everything you'd rather not have spelled out. Bite seven started to turn sour in your mouth as you had to listen to their subtle insults.

"They have no sense of direction when they swim and can't feel the currents or movements of other creatures," Krill added, licking off juices from his elongated fingers. You began feeling sick as you cautiously took a ninth bite, not even halfway through your piece of meat yet.

"They can't breathe underwater, and their skin wrinkles if they are in it too long," Nerrocan added, strangely aware of your failings as a terrestrial mammal compared to him, who lived in the ocean. It was enough to finally make you lower your dinner despite not yet feeling full. But the free space in your stomach had been overtaken by anxiety. They weren't wrong—you had to admit that as much as it pained you. But every additional fact hurt like a stabbing, twisting knife to your gut.

"They can't hunt underwater."

"They can't dive very far."

"They hurt themselves when exploring the ocean."

Some people could, you were sure. Some trained, skilled, passionate individuals could pull off the things these mermaids were criticizing. But not you. You were glad that you could hold your breath for a decent amount of time without the help of a device to breathe underwater, but that was it. There was nothing special about your capabilities, and all you could hear from their complaints was: you're helpless.

Helpless, lost, weak.

"You're right," you suddenly agreed, and all eyes of the orcas who were eagerly counting the flaws of humans shot to you. Turning towards Lyr, you put on a brave smile, having never faced him directly even once in all this time. But he understood immediately when you lifted the leftover food from your lap and stretched your arms towards him. Scooting closer and patiently waiting for you to put your food into his openly waiting palm. Your eyes didn't linger to watch him scarf it down just moments later, instead focusing on the ground as you let yourself hang.

"Had you not found me, I'd be in a lot of trouble. I would have been incapable of keeping myself alive had I been left alone for any longer than I was."

Admitting your weaknesses never felt good. The relief you wished to come from speaking the truth didn't either. The good it did to acknowledge your dreadful fate didn't realize until you felt a slightly wet forehead bump against yours, and you startled, squeezing your eyes shut as your body assumed the worst. A chirp ringing in your ears forced you to open them again. Krill's face, only partially lit by the light but still recognizable, was all you could make out as he bumped his forehead to yours again.

"It's okay," Krill mumbled, calm and comforting. "You're safe with us."

There was finally some gentleness in his actions, his hard skull not clashing with yours, even when he turned his head to rub it along the side of your face. Hands cascaded down on you as bodies mingled, wet skin slipping over your wetsuit as Lyr squeezed into the equation, having finished his food. More heads bumped into your body, Lyr nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and Nerrocan scooted against your back.

It wasn't like they weren't heavy as they leaned against or on top of you, but they kept themselves in check, considering their own weight before putting it on you. In a matter of seconds, your mind was ringing with whistles and chirps, the sounds threatening to overwhelm you. But when you felt a deep purr at the nape of your neck, somehow, you managed to shift your attention to it, allowing it to ground you as it vibrated through your body.

Taking deep breaths helped elevate the feeling of being overwhelmed with the sudden touches of affection you were given. Your own hands had nowhere to hold on to and steady yourself, making your balance completely reliant on the three giant creatures inching closer at every chance.

"We got you," Lyr purred into your throat, causing goosebumps to shudder down your skin.

"We'll take care of you from now on," Nerocan added, and the shivers running through your bodies wouldn't stop, threatening tears to surface from your eyes. Even if it was their way of showing affection, their skin was beginning to stick against yours, their hands roaming too close to sensitive parts of your body. Despite being careful, their bodies were masses of weight pinning you down. Even if they meant well, their comfort was turning uncomfortable, and you began to feel suffocated by them.

"I… I need your help."

Speaking through their masses, you could feel their eyes open rather than see them; their attention focused solely on you as they listened intently. They clung to you stiffly and silently, waiting for your words before making their next move—deciding your fate with every following word you'd utter. Having all of their attention on you was unnerving, even though you knew they had observed you intensely before. Something about their irrational behavior made you believe they were still waiting for your acknowledgment. More of it, at least.

For you to beg and plead with them to help you survive this.

Your feeling went off on a whim with no evidence that they wanted you to behave this way. But with how close their fangs were to your throat, their claws to your vitals, and your brain still remembering the way they ate, it made too much sense that they were cuddly and gentle the second you admitted to your inferiority to them. Because they liked that. They liked it when you agreed with their warped senses of superiority. So when you said you needed their help, the words that followed were not what they expected.

"I can't do it on my own, but I have to find these peoples that put the trackers on you."

"Trackers?" Lyr asked, and you nodded, your soft throat squishing into his features as his face remained in the crook of your neck. You heard the tiniest of chuckles from below you as you moved, the warming feeling of your skin amusing him. You also rubbed your head against Krill's, but he remained silent.

"These thingies in your tails! The blinking ones!" you explained, and Nerrocan hummed into your hair in realization.

"I don't know…" Lyr slurred the words, puffing some air against the heated underside of your jar as if he was thinking about it. "I don't remember how we got there. But I do remember fighting with all we had to escape and being too exhausted to even lift a fin for days when we returned."

"It was a long swim for sure," Krill grumbled, slipping his head on top of yours to rest it there. "We might be able to find it again, but it's not something we can do with a stroke of a tail. There were many territories to cross and even more dangers chasing after us. It's a wonder we made it back in one piece, and we only had to look after ourselves."

Krill pulled away, eyes scanning over you, who was still smothered between his two packmates. "We didn't have to take care of a helpless human on top of it."

You breathed in sharply, hearing these words. A flash of frustration turning into anger overcame you as you had to hold yourself back from lashing out. It was panic that drove you to the extremes of your feelings, fear that they might not take you back and you'd be forced to stay here or die. Their skepticism about this trip was warranted if there was so much danger lurking, much less say what the humans would do when you put something so spectacular as these creatures in front of their faces again. But your anger would not bring you the results that you wanted. These three orcas didn't want your insistence, and they wouldn't take kindly if you were rude on top of it.

"You promised," you sighed, defeated, releasing the pent-up frustration with the air in your lungs and calming yourself. Weakly, you looked up at Krill, who met your gaze head-on, strong and defiant.

"I can't do it without you. I'm not strong or a good enough swimmer. I'm… not like you."

That was enough for Krill to preen himself, flexing his muscles. He liked to be reminded of the obvious difference between you and him and hated being questioned. That much you knew by now. You didn't tell him he would have made a terrible human, considering how prideful he was. It almost made you feel bad for manipulating him with your chosen words, but seeing how he lowered his guard every time you complied with his idea of you, it was almost too easy.

Krill's eyes moved behind you, exchanging glances with Nerrocan, who lifted his head from you with a slight hesitance. "We could make it," he confirmed your assumptions. "We're older and stronger now. There's also a chance those territories on the way might have disappeared since the last time we swam there. Circumstances are different now, Krill."

"But is it really worth the trouble?"

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Krill started blocking off the idea even when Nerrocan—who he trusted—agreed with you. He didn't like Nerrocan taking your side, but you were happy at least one of them did. Krill's eyes fell back to yours, and his features softened ever so slightly when he spoke again.

"You could just stay here with us. We'd take care of your needs for you. You'd be part of the pod. Why leave?"

"What if I get lonely?" you countered.

"You can't be lonely. You'd have us. There's nothing we can't give you that your kind can."

"I need sunlight! I can't stay in the darkness for very long. And what if I get sick? How will I get medicine?"

"We'll do what we have to do to keep you healthy. We know how to heal and have our ways."

"What if they don't work on me?"

"They will work."

His last argument wasn't more than a sharp hiss that made even the others tense. Krill wasn't budging as much as you could tell. He realized the harsh way he cut down your concerns when you flinched, obviously disagreeing and unhappy with his beliefs. Bringing a large palm to his face, he rubbed over it, looking as if this situation was giving him a headache.

"If you want to leave, be my guest. But it's here where you are safe and cared for. I promise you now that we won't let harm come to you and take care of your needs. Out there, we can't guarantee for anything. You'd be prey to anyone but us."

But how could you be sure?

Taking a deep breath, you sagged as the tension dispersed, the realization that you were powerless against someone as stubborn and confident as Krill washing over you. Exhaustion spread through your bones, this whole day having gone on for far too long. You weren't sure what time it was, but your mind was tired, your body thoroughly mangled after everything, and your will to continue fighting Krill nearing zero.

A hand reached up, cupping your cheek, and when you forced your eyes to open, you saw the soft violet of Lyr's peering up at you. He had long settled in your lap, always threatening to slip off your knees if you moved. Still, he kept himself light and comfortable without you having to do anything. "Would you like to sleep?" he asked, and you chuckled at the obvious expression you must have been making for him to figure this out.

"Yes," you confirmed. "Yes, I think I need some rest."

There was no real trust in Krill's words that they'd keep you safe, especially not when you'd be as vulnerable as you would be while asleep. But continuing like this had no future. You two would only argue until one of you would break down, and you had a feeling it wouldn't be you.

Looking up at the pool next to the edge, you wondered how deep it would go. How far away you were from the surface and from land to step on. Maybe, just maybe, you could make it. Perhaps they were lying to you, and you were close to home but trusting them naively that you were lost at sea still. A spark of fight lit up in you again, one that would make sure to get you out of here. They didn't seem to care that it was easy to leave them, allowing large gaps between their bodies for you to access the pool. It may be your death sentence one way or another, but they never tried to hide the obvious way out from you. There was a chance that leaving would be a great success, however slim it was.

But then again, what if Krill was right? Was it worth all the trouble? Was leaving really the right thing to do? Aside from being rough around the edges with their touches, they hadn't hurt you yet. But none of them made efforts to eat or kill you. Krill even indulged your curiosity instead of pushing you away. They've looked out and took care of you, and maybe someday they'd take you back to land and you'd have loads of information and studies on real-life fantasy creatures. Giving in to Krill's offers of safety and care would not guarantee immediate freedom but seemed like the easy way out without fighting and struggling as much. Plus, great rewards in the long run! But could you come to peace with this decision? A decision someone else made for you.

Lyr lifted from your lap, a weight coming off only to be replaced by a giant palm at your back and another hand slipping between your thighs and shins. Before you could protest, you were lifted from the ground bridal-style, Nerrocan hauling you over to the soft fur from before and setting you down on top of it gently as if you weighed nothing.

"Let's sleep over it," he murmured as he sat you down, releasing one hand to pull down a fur that had hung from the wall, draping it over your shoulders instead. "We can discuss it again after we've rested and cleared our minds. There's no need to rush."

Gripping the fur, you brought it in front of yourself, placing it over your legs and chest. It was just as soft as the one beneath you, and you appreciated the warmth starting to build beneath it, discovering just how cold your body actually was. Looking around you, you watched as Lyr settled on the far end of the ledge, yawning with his mouth wide open, and you realized they were all settling in for the night with you.

Krill laid down on his stomach between you and Lyr, resting his head on his arms. He faced away from you, sulking, but there was an ever-so-slight shift of his hip in your direction until it bumped against your leg, and he was satisfied. As if he was seeking your warmth, making sure you were there. Looking to your left, Nerrocan was the only one that hadn't completely relaxed yet, watching you sit between him and Krill stiffly.

"Rest up. You need the strength."

"I know," you mumbled, but still didn't move. The restless, panicked part of you still hadn't decided what to do, and your thoughts circled around your options.

"I'll keep watch. You're safe," Nerrocan insisted, thinking this was the problem. Well, he wasn't wrong. But were you really safe with these creatures? Could you ever be? Or were all of them just liars trying to bring out the most despair they could by attacking you while you'd least expect it?

Nerrocan laid down on his side, facing you and resting his head on his hand before patting the space next to him, urging you to settle. Your eyes swayed from his to the pool again as you weighed your options once more. You didn't want to stay with these creatures longer than necessary and be a slave to their whims. But you also felt anxious not knowing what awaited you outside his cave. Maybe things would become clearer about what you had to do once your mind was less muddled by exhaustion. After a good night's sleep, you could think of new ways and exit plans than you had so far.

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sapphicseasapphire · 4 months ago

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I apologize in advance but I'm going to ramble incoherently for way too long in this ask.

I just got caught up on a lot of cryptid AU stuff and Sky and Groose's relationship is very interesting to me. At first I was like, "????" but then you explained in the post and now it makes sooo much sense and I actually really really like it. I have DID and his whole situation with two halves of a whole becoming one is so fascinating. (I went through something similar so I'm very interested in this kind of stuff.) I love the birb boi very much and I'm happy he's your fav 'cause he's mine too. :3

(The alt who went through, essentially the same thing as Sky, may or may not let me write fanfic of the two meeting & him helping Sky adjust, would that be okay?) Wild. Can I talk about Wild? I've been dying to talk about Wild. Cryptid Wild touches something in my soul. Just. The silence. The curiosity. The innocence. The tragedy. The wanderer. The watching from afar. The Lost Boy. I just. Ajkhshtrsj. He makes me feel deep and profound things and I adore him for that.

I want to give him a giant hug and just hold him for a while and tell him he's not alone and that it'll be okay but I get the sense that he would NOT vibe with hugs or contact out of the blue. (You can't stop me from hugging Sky though, birb boy's getting tackled off a cliff. HE HAS WINGS IT'S FINE. :D)

... Has Sun ever ridden on Sky's back before? How would Sky feel about that?

I want my favs (Sky & Wild) to interact but idk how close you plan on them being or how much interaction you plan on having between the two of them. I don't even know what kind of dynamic they'd have in your AU if any, they both seem kinda lost in their own heads/situations.

They're kind-of inverses of each other, now that I think about it: Wild's trying to grapple with being someone he can't remember, and Sky's trying to grapple with being TWO "people" he CAN remember! A memory vacuum and memory overload... man now I want to see them talk about that.

How much does Wild think about who he was before? Sky's kinda smacked in the face with it, but Wild seems (fittingly) very distracted by the moment. But is it distraction, avoidance, or both? He still has the soul of Link (... right?), but he no longer remembers what that means. Does he want to? Does he feel overwhelmed even thinking about trying? adkutfkuvluyvlig. Too many Wild thoughts. ♥

Also why doesn't Legend like Wind turning into his water form (I forget what it's called)? He looked freaked out by it and asked him to not do that; why? Did I miss something? /gen, I don't think I've caught up on everything yet.

Anyway thanks for this AU sorry for the novel-length ask I just had a Lot of Thoughts. :)

Bro all I ever do is ramble too long, don’t even worry about it. I love getting asks like this.

LONG ONE, under the cut!

Okay I’ll try to break this up to answer all of your questions and ramble a bit haha!

SKY AND GROOSE! Yeah, there’s a lot of tension there. Sky is… an entirely new person. He has the memories of both Link and Aepon, but he interprets those experiences differently than either of them would. Link and Aepon both had entirely different mindsets, so of course the result of their fusion would be left to interpret things on his own.

Link never cared enough about himself to care about what Groose said to him/did to him. Self sacrificing to a fault and very forgiving. (Kind of by design, too. Hylia needed her Hero to be willing to risk his life for the good of others). Aepon was Link’s other half, his Goddess given protector, and thus he had the traits that Link lacked. He was a strong, proud bird. He cared enough about Link to care what Groose had to say about him. And then he was kidnapped! And Groose just kept hurting Link! And Aepon’s!!! Not!!! Having!!! That!!!

And so Sky was very conflicted about Groose. His Link half wanted to be friends! His Aepon half wanted nothing to do with him! And then Groose… said some very unkind things. I think that Groose is a very defensive person. When he feels hurts or threatened in any way, he lashes out. He had been at a point with Link where they were close! They were friends! They faced the end of the world together! And then suddenly all of that changed and Groose doesn’t understand why. Just. Suddenly Sky started giving him the cold shoulder. And that… hurt. And when Groose is hurt? His first instinct is to punch back.

So Sky was on the fence and Groose started falling back into old habits, just being so so rude. He called Sky a monster, treated him like he was just some thing that had stolen his friend away from him. And if Sky was undecided before, that pushed him right over the edge. Sky is not fond of Groose.

And you’re more than welcome to make any kind of fanart or fanfics! Just so long as you tag me so that I can see them!!

(Sun has not ridden on Sky’s back, but he wouldn’t be opposed! He loves taking people on flights! It’s just that he was only home for three days after Demise and he hasn’t been to his era in so long. Kind of tragic that Sky’s spent more of his existence away from home than he has actually on Skyloft or even in his own era. But in the future! After the Cryptid Adventure is done! Sky will fly with Sun! Now, Sun does still have Aria, but they’ll take turns haha!)

WILD!!! He does not vibe with hugs. Pretty much ever. Anyone who grabs him, he will immediately take that as being restrained and he will run away. He is a FREE SPIRIT!!! He’d like to keep it that way.

Sky and Wild do interact! Like, a lot! I think there’s this misconception going around that the Cryptids don’t like Wild? Particularly I’ve seen it with Legend haha! But no!! Wild is so loved! The others are annoyed by his constant thievery but to be honest, it’s kind of endearing! When Wild is focused on one of the members of my Chain, he’s SO focused on them. He’s caring, he’s genuinely very sweet. AND he can be bribed with cool rocks and colorful leaves so. Winning.

Sky and Wild have this whole arc surrounding the Master Sword. Sky’s inseparable from the blade but Wild… he knows something’s not right. He wants to see what will happen if he takes it away. (Sky will not let him steal it).

And… okay. So. Wild struggles so much with the whole being Link thing. He is definitely 100% avoiding it. He spends all of his time running away from Flora, but he’s really running away from who he used to be. He has no memory of ever being mortal- his life is completely irrelevant. Link and the Child of the Mountains are separate. WILD WOULD LIKE TO KEEP IT THAT WAY. He does not want to remember. He does feel overwhelmed.

Still… there are certain things that he cannot run from. And that bothers him SO MUCH.

LEGEND AND WIND!!! What’s Legend’s issue with Wind’s natural form? Please don’t hate me, but Legend is being racist. I have a lot of lore written out about their dynamic and the circumstances that led them to this point. Here’s a post about the War! And here’s a post more specifically about Wind!

But basically, to sum it up. There’s this big war that spans across the timelines between the Mer and Aquili. In Legend’s timeline, the Mer won and he was taught to hate “Sea Monsters.” He was chased from his home by an Aquili scavenger and was never allowed to return, and so he had a very deeply seated hatred AND FEAR of Aquili. In Wind’s timeline, the conflict is still ongoing but it’s not as extreme since Hyrule flooded. He lives on an island of refugees- Mer and Aquili who fled the ocean to find peace. Because of this, the war is distant to him. Something that he’s not connected to. Although… in loosing ties with his people, he’s lost ties with his culture.

I actually have so much more to say about Outset Island in my au! I’m planning on making another big lore post soon where I can go in detail about it!

And I promise that Legend will come to his senses! Soon!

Thanks for sending in this ask! I love rambling about my guys! I hope this helps?

#the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #i answered question #cryptid lore #cryptid sky #cryptid legend #cryptid wind #cryptid wild #i love the bird boy #i love the little gremlin #sapphire rambles too long #THANK YOU!!#links meet au

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bookofmirth · 10 months ago

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On every character sarah writes having the same personality: why does every main girl have to be this big planner who has multiple plans on backup and never tells people, only to surprise everyone when everything goes right at the end with no prior explanation... idk if I'm putting this right, but it just made me very... annoyed

Like yeah, that worked great with Aelin, sure, but for me it just doesn't fit with Bryce? Especially on how she was just thrown at this and suddenly figured out she was The Chosen One(tm). It really bugged me, idk

Fair warning, this post rips Bryce a new asshole - not as a person, but as a character that sjm created. So I'm putting it under the cut.

Just to start, in context I said that all the hofas characters ended up having the same personality - though you can make a case for her reusing a lot of the same descriptions and such for all of them. ANYWAY...

To me, the issue is not just that Bryce keeps doing things behind the scenes that we never get any hint of, it's a bigger issue that we never get a hint that she even gives a shit.

With Aelin, at least we already knew what she was working towards and why. We already knew what she cared about and how far she was willing to go to get it. Aelin caring about Terrasen and her court and saving the people she loved was never in question. Her trauma from finding her parents dead, her fear at losing the rest of the people she loved, the weight of responsibility that she felt, we knew all of those things pretty much from the get-go. Her tendency to shut people out could be considered a flaw because she didn't trust other people to help her. We don't know about Terrasen right away, and tbh I don't remember what history we get instead and so I need to reread, but I can point to very specific values, goals, and motivations that make Aelin act the way that she does.

But Bryce - the central problem with her as a character is that Bryce doesn't care about anything, and sjm never figured out what she cares about, either.

Characters need to have central things that they care about, that drive them, motivations, things that they fear and things they would go to great lengths to protect. They need flaws, and clear relationships to the world around them. I could make a list of those things for a lot of her characters. Not all, but most.

With Bryce, I have NO IDEA what those things are. That makes it so that when she randomly find Emile, it just seems like she did it to come across like a nice person. She doesn't care about what humans are experiencing, she shits on Vanir/fae all the time, she treats Hunt pretty poorly, she isn't close to Juniper or Fury (see: their near disappearance from hofas), Danika kept so many secrets from her that I seriously doubt the depth of their relationship. Bryce was working in that library museum thing for Jesiba (I'm already erasing the series from my memory oh my god) and going out and partying and that was all well and good, but... was she going to do those things when she's 200, too? I'm not even saying that she needs to like, go get married or whatever, but she literally has no goals in life!

SJM saying that Bryce is the fun, cute party girl who also has a deep, intellectual side, a pretty woman who can also kick ass, okay, but she needs a reason to kick ass. SJM completely forgot to include the second half of that equation, which is ironic since that was a big point of her character - to prove that women can be feminine and strong, wear high heels and be smart. She failed miserably in my opinion, if that really was the goal of Bryce's character.

When Aelin is snarky to people, I know why. When Bryce is a bitch, it comes out of nowhere and is often turned on people who actually deserve her time and attention and empathy (e.g. Sathia). Aelin is an asshole to that one dude whose name starts with a D because he's a man who is underestimating her and wants to refuse to let her lead because he assumes she will be bad at it. When Bryce is an asshole to Sathia, WHY. I mean really, I wanted to throw my book across the fucking page!!!! Because that's a perfect example of how, if Bryce was guided by a set of values (feminism, I guess?) then she would have responded very differently to Sathia, who has experienced literally the exact same thing Bryce has (being betrothed to someone against her will). Instead, Bryce throws that line back in her face about "well I never let that stop me" as if what Sathia has experienced is her own fault for... not trying enough??? PLEASE. ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW.

The whole "girlboss" thing needs.... something driving it. You can't just bulldoze people and call it being empowered. And I think that sjm has really, really simplified gender and sexuality in CC to the point that that's really the only distinction that matters. That's maybe another issue. I just have a lot of thoughts about these things lol.

Anyway. This is what happens when you write a character built on aesthetic and #girlpower, rather than making them a complete person with fears and values and joys and goals and motivations and flaws.

Okay one more point, this is NOT beyond sjm's capabilities. She obviously is much better at writing characters than this. I just think that sometimes, something suffers when you try new things. In CC, sjm was giving actual world building and magic systems a go. And the characters, really, REALLY fucking suffered for it.

#sjm critical #hofas #hofas spoilers #spoilers #house of flame and shadow spoilers #anti bryce #using that tag for the first time ever but oh my god #I don't plan on harping on this topic a lot #it's just...#definitely been on my mind #ask #anon

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suzukiblu · 1 year ago

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disappointed missing fearless

Cut for weird alien biology kinky porn but mostly just for length. Also, I don't know if there's an actual established ship name for Slobo/Kon but this is technically from a YJ polyam fic either way, so idk if it actually matters right now, hah.

Pretty sure I posted at least some of this excerpt before, but this SHOULD be the extended edition.

"The Boy Wonder just had to be our token straight," Kon grumbles, folding his arms. Which is whatever, fine, preferences are preferences and the dude's still his friend and he would still very literally die either for him or on his say-so, but is the idea of letting Kon go down on him every now and then and maybe also making out a little somewhere in there really that unappealing? Like, seriously?

Bats are the freaking worst.

"What's it matter?" Slobo asks, wrinkling his nose at him.

"I mean, it doesn't matter-matter," Kon says with an exasperated sigh. "But also I just want to finally score some dick for once, man, and I still can't actually keep up with Bart's and Suzie only has one when she's in the right mood and Rob's isn't even into me, and I don't wanna go knock over a civilian for it, that's just–"

"And that'd be all the options for dick currently available to your picky ass, yeah," Slobo cuts in dryly, leaning in towards him with a pointed look. Kon turns red.

"Actually I kinda figured you were straight too," he says, glancing sidelong at the guy. "And very solidly monogamous, given all the time that you and Anita spend ignoring the rest of us in favor of rooms with doors that lock."

"We ain't monogamous, she just don't like gettin' interrupted when she's in the mood. Though yeah, you're right about the straight thing," Slobo agrees with a dismissive shrug. "But also, look, I'm Czarnian. Which literally none of you bastiches are. And gonna be frank here, you and Anita got a lot more biological similarities to each other than Anita and a Czarnian chick would, so at this point I don't really give a shit what kind of hole I'm fraggin' so long as whoever it belongs to's got somethin' interestin' to say about the process."

"Huh," Kon says, frowning to himself. "That literally never occurred to me as a thing that might be a thing, actually."

"I mean, what, are you attracted to Branx and Bolovax Vikians and Karnans and Martians?" Slobo snorts dubiously. "Or frell, even Czarnians?"

"Well, just the ones I like, but yeah," Kon says, a little puzzled by the question. They're all sentient species with free will and also he would absolutely let that one very specific Green Lantern just fucking step on him whenever the guy felt like it, so yeah, why wouldn't he be attracted to them? And . . . Kilowog, he's pretty sure said Green Lantern's name is? Kilowog's built like what a brick house wishes it could grow up and be. So Kon would definitely let him step on him. "Is that like . . . weird or something?"

"Galactically speakin', yeah," Slobo says wryly. "Though I guess you're already a hybrid so I probably shoulda expected you to be less discriminatin' than the rest of the universe tends to."

"So what, are you calling me a slut?" Kon snorts. "Like on a genetic level?"

"Depends how many people you've screwed, galactically speakin'," Slobo says.

"Not enough," Kon replies frankly.

"Then yeah, pretty sure you're a slut," Slobo says with another shrug. "Especially if you miss dick bad enough to get in a snit on the couch over it."

". . . I mean, okay, I haven't actually socialized with another dude's dick before," Kon admits grudgingly, making a face. "Unless watching gay porn counts, and to be honest I usually get bored if there's only one style of genitals onscreen so I don't do much of that. Just I just finally figured out that I fucking want dick and my options for getting it are frustratingly limited right now."

"Then wanna actually socialize with mine?" Slobo suggests, which is an approach that Kon appreciates the straightforwardness of. "Seein' as it don't belong to a picky control freak or a hyperactive speedster or someone with a real fraggin' inconvenient tendency to turn intangible when they come."

"Suzie does that?" Kon asks.

"Accordin' to Anita," Slobo replies with a shrug. "And since I trust her with my literal fraggin' life at this point, I'm assumin' this ain't the thing she's picked to lie to me over."

"Huh," Kon says. "Weird, but noted for future reference. And yeah, fuck it, let's socialize. Room with a lock, or . . . ?"

"Naw, give Wonder Girl the chance to walk in on us, she wants to see your indestructible ass get wrecked real bad," Slobo says with a smirk, then sticks with that straightforward approach that Kon so rightly appreciates and immediately yanks his belt open and whips his dick out right there on the couch. It is not remotely proportionate to his build, and Kon definitely means that as a compliment.

"Oh, is that the plan here?" Kon says, as someone whose mouth just went dry and who would also admittedly like to see his indestructible ass get wrecked for once. Like, that's a thing he'd like to get to do before he dies, that's all.

"Damn right it is," Slobo says, smirking wider at him and giving his cock a meaningful squeeze. Kon glances down at it speculatively, wondering exactly how Czarnians fuck. Said cock is currently actively rising to the occasion, and also getting increasingly disproportionate to Slobo's build.

Like. Very increasingly.

Damn.

"What'dya think? Wanna come on it, bastich?" Slobo asks with a leering grin and a very unsubtle tug. Kon flicks his eyes back to his face and just eyes him.

. . . then he eyes his dick.

It's actually, like, a very appealing dick. It might be a little smaller than Kon's own is, he thinks, but it's definitely comparable and still plenty damn big either way, all long and thick and heavy-looking, and it's got, like . . . ridges. Bumps. Textures. Like, Bad Dragon wishes it could design such a dick.

. . . Jesus, actually, is that a knot at the base? And–

Oh. Okay.

"Is your dick prehensile," Kon asks, officially just staring at it.

It waves at him.

"Is it?" Slobo asks with a smirk.

"Fuck," Kon says as a downright vicious stab of arousal goes through his gut, and then he very suddenly feels very weird. Slobo cocks his head, looking surprised.

Kon looks down at himself, because again, he feels weird. "Himself" is not there to be looked at.

Well, like, it is. Just not in very . . . "him"-type fashion.

"Huh," Kon says to the very nice pair of tits currently sitting all cute and perky under his S-shield. He blinks in absolute bemusement, and Slobo's expression lights up hungrily.

"Shit, you really do like me, huh," he says, letting go of himself and reaching out to put his hands around Kon's suddenly very, very narrow waist. Like . . . way too far around, actually. That's . . . an experience. Wow. "Never had Kryptonian pussy before."

Yeah, well, you're not the only one, Kon thinks only slightly hysterically.

"You can't get knocked up 'til you go through a full cycle, right, so can I stick it in raw?" Slobo asks like this is all just perfectly normal, which admittedly for all Kon knows about Slobo's life experience and alien biology in general it could in fact be. He thinks of several thousand reasons to say no, but given both who he is as a person and also how bad he really, really wants to finally score some dick for once . . .

"Yeah," he says, then half-reflexively flicks his eyes back down to Slobo's cock and licks his lips. Slobo grins.

"Nice," he says.

Anyway, Kon's suit lasts about five seconds after that. Which–it doesn't fit him quite right at the moment anyway, so it's whatever. It's very weird to see tits and ass and a statistically improbable amount of curves when he looks down at himself, but it's weirder feeling Slobo's hands and mouth roaming greedily all over said statistical improbabilities as the other pushes him down against the cushions. The prick hasn't even kissed him, which: rude much?

Not that Kon's really complaining, because if he wanted "polite" that bad he wouldn't be socializing with Slobo at all, much less his dick, and Slobo is currently making his way down his body and clearly on a mission to kiss him somewhere.

So yeah, the "weird" feelings are very rapidly losing out to the "holy shit, do that again" feelings.

"Holy shit, do that again," Kon says. Slobo grins sharply up at him and then Kon meets his clit and his clit meets Slobo's very eager tongue and anyway Kon now officially and intimately understands why people who've got one bitch so damn much when a partner ignores it. Like wow, does he ever. "Ohhhhh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god–!"

So that's pretty distracting, for at least a couple minutes there.

Not that Kon's brain is in any condition to be noticing the passage of time right now.

"Frag, you're already dripping. Wanna get off on my tongue a few times or just get straight to the main attraction?" Slobo asks as he hooks his hands around Kon's currently statistically improbable and also badly shaking thighs and licks his own very slick and shiny lips. Kon remembers the sight of the guy's big fat disproportionate dick very, very vividly, then immediately spreads his thighs as far as he can without the back of the couch interfering.

Possibly he damages said back of the couch just a little bit in the process.

Like, just barely.

"Main attraction," he says firmly. Slobo grins at him again.

"Damn, rolling out the red carpet here, ain't we," he says. "Gonna make a guy feel downright appreciated like this."

"Put your dick in me right the fuck now or I will put you through the fucking wall, asshole," Kon threatens, and of course it's Slobo, so he just grins all the wider.

"Fraggin' flirt," he says with obvious approval.

Then he puts his dick in him.

Kon's vision very literally whites out at the way Slobo feels sliding into him so big and hard and big and deep and big and good and he jerks up instinctively underneath him and makes some really, really undignified noises as his body seizes up. The couch might suffer a little more damage. Kon doesn't give the slightest bit of a fuck.

"Holy shit, did you just fraggin' come?" Slobo asks in obvious delight.

"Shut the fuck up," Kon barely gets out past the aftershocks making his whole damn body twitch and tremble under Slobo's, and Slobo laughs and sort of . . . rolls his hips, kind of, and Kon moans.

"Shit, you're tight," Slobo says, sounding approving again, and this time in a way that makes Kon shudder even harder than he already is. "And soaked. Feels like I just stuck it in somebody's sloppy seconds. What do you think, bastich, want the whole thing in your snatch? Think you can take it?"

"Yes," Kon chokes desperately, and Slobo does the only gentlemanly thing that Kon has ever seen him do, which is immediately just thrust into him balls deep.

That is definitely a knot, yeah, Kon notes.

And definitely Slobo's dick is prehensile.

The literal only reason that Kon doesn't fucking scream is because they're in a building full of active superheroes and god fucking forbid somebody come and "save" him right now. Like, Cassie can watch if she really is into that, but if anybody in any way tries to fucking interrupt he is gonna straight up just become a supervillain.

Unless it's a supervillain interrupting, he guesses, in which case he's just gonna take a page out of Wonder Woman's book and give them the Maxwell Lord special.

Either way, he emphasizes deeply with Anita and her locked doors.

Real deeply.

#kon el #slobo #superboy #not sfw #anonymous #rinfic #wip: gender? I hardly know her!!

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hidefdoritos · 9 months ago

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Today's Mending

It was another day in quarantine, but I feel like a human again, which was a blessing. So I sat up at the machine and tried to make some progress.

The machine gave me all sorts of trouble today, no matter how I fiddled with the tension and needle. The stitch lengths were twelve kinds of inconsistent and as skippy as a Labrador in a mud puddle.

I posted on Facebook, and a friend's grandma reminded me to unscrew the bottom plate and have a look at the insides.

Bleagh. Look at all that lint!

Anyway, turns out the feed dogs are a lot more consistent when they aren't fighting with felt compacted underneath them. I got the straps sewn up in short order, learned how to do that neat little x-box thing, and finished off the miniskirt tote bag!

I had a couple mending commissions that got procrastinated for ages because I needed to find patches and thread that matched. They took just a few minutes each when I actually got to them. Guess that's always the case.

My friend Isaiah had done a good job mending these, but all he had was light turquoise thread, and he was a bit self-conscious about having such a visible crotch mend. I put a patch of jersey under, just for stability's sake, and machined overtop in the closest thread I had.

My roommate's partner's pet got ahold of some jeans and tore a raggedy hole in the important part. I trimmed down the edges, found my closest fabric, and machined all around the edges with my closest thread. The mend is still visible, but he usually wears flannels so it shouldn't be obvious. And, as I told him, "If someone does notice, you're legally allowed to kick them."

The final three projects were all for me. First up were these work pants. A couple years ago I started doing the DIY ripstop but didn't finish (time? thread? machine issues? ADHD? idk). I just had the vertical threads. They wore on each other as I walked and started tearing out really quickly. I unpicked all that old thread a while back and re-did the vertical threads, then got sidetracked (yes, again.) So today I did the rest of the ripstop. There!

I also did all the ripstop for these black summer shorts.

Finally, my Christmas break project was adding cargo pockets to all my pants. These less-used jeans have had pockets cut out and pinned on since then, so today I dug out fun aquamarine thread and sewed them down.

I spent the end of the day messing around with my new pillowcases, but I'll drop those when they're done. :) And, most importantly, I slept in, ate well, took my meds, didn't berate myself for lack of progress, and took a nap. All in all, a really good sick day!

#cj sews #diy #solarpunk #mending #sewing #machine sewing #beginner sewing #miniskirt tote bag #it's not waste until you waste it #use it up wear it out make it do or do without #repair your machines gang #yes she'll be going in for some professional TLC soon #in the meantime check your own sweet little workhorse for lint!

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stoutguts · 1 month ago

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A Pint of Comfort (💀🧼) PART 4

(The final part, woohoo! Let’s get into it! :333 ALSO REPOST FOR REACH BECAUSE I FUCKED UP AND FORGOT TAGS AT FIRST—😬💀😭)

(first time rlly writing a full length fic like this, so be nice okay?)

Tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, the definition of hurt/comfort, mutual pining (kind of?????/just barely (idk, I'm kind of bad with tropes), lots of crying (and suggestive kissing), Ghost has Astraphobia,—Johnny helps Simon through a PTSD episode, while also finally getting a much needed point across 💖

possible CW/TW for PTSD, flashbacks, Ghost's canon backstory, very subtly implied NSFW at the very end lmao, and implied parental/child ab*se

Link to part 3! Teehee:

“So, what’s got ye up so early?”, Johnny asks, as Simon hands him a fresh cup of joe.

“I thought I’d make ya breakfast. As a treat”, Ghost replies, blushing a bit,—pausing briefly to take a sip of his morning tea. “Also, I’m feeling better today.—I think I’m finally getting over this bloody cold”, they finish.

“Ah’m glad yer feelin’ better”, Soap says with his signature smile. Simon’s heart flutters. “Ye dinnae have to do that though, ye know ah’m not much of a breakfast kind of guy anyways—“, Johnny starts, but Ghost cuts his rambling short.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Simon blushes furiously. Ya took care of me last night,—when I was at my lowest. The least I can do is make ya breakfast or something…as a thank you”, Ghost says, averting its gaze, and rubbing the back of his neck.

Soap could’ve fucking wept at that.

Poor Simon wasn’t used to having things given to them, and someone not expecting something in return. And Johnny would be fucked, if he wasn’t going to shower the man with love and affection regardless if it’s reciprocated.

Soap’s love for Ghost, is simply unconditional. They’re his ride or die,—his soulmate.

In Johnny’s humble and infatuated opinion, Simon deserves the fucking world and then some. He’d fall over himself to give it whatever it wanted or desired.—Because that’s just how much he loves his partner.

“Oh Si, baby, ye don’t need to thank mae. He sets his coffee mug down on the kitchen counter, walking over to them. Ghost, in turn, setting down their teacup on its saucer. Yer happiness and well-being is all that matters to mae. Ah’m more than content with ye just being by my side like this…”, Soap says, with now half-lidded eyes. Cradling it’s face in his hands, as it settles it’s own hands on his hips.

The two share a kiss before pulling back from each other,—shaky and gentle.

“But—“, Simon starts, utterly flustered, but is interrupted by Johnny kissing him again, His hands stilling cupping their rosy cheeks.

It’s more passionate this time around, and it makes Ghost gasp, breath hitching, and it’s pulse race. Small noises slipping from the both of them.

“No ifs, ands, or buts..I love ye Si, I love ye so much. Yer mae everything. Words cannae even describe…Yer more than enough Si..”, Soap says, babbling a little, closing his eyes and touching their foreheads together.

“Ah’ll tell ye over and over, as many times as it takes to get it through yer thick skull.—Yer loved more than ye could ever know. Yer not a burden or a monster,—yer Simon…..I hope one day ye’ll see in yerself, what I see in ye”, Johnny finishes, finally moving his hands down from Ghost's face to take his hands in his.

He opens his eyes again, only to be met with his boyfriend bursting into tears, with them streaming down like a waterfall.

His actions had always spoken much louder than his words,—that is,—until this moment. (And though his actions did certainly help things in this instance like usual,—he could tell it still wasn’t the real kicker).

Overcome with emotion,—and the fact that he may have finally gotten through to it,—he fails to stop himself from crying too.

Eyes wide but soft, vulnerable, and begging Soap not to wound them. Simon's lips quivering, and hung slightly open in a stunned silence.

"Di-Did I say something wrong?—“, Johnny begins to overthink, but abruptly stops, as Ghost unlinks their hands and embraces him. Burying it’s tear streaked face into his neck, and Soap can’t help but be transported back in time to last night.

Tears still flowing and soaking his neck, as he tenses up again, with his thoughts running wild once more.

Reading Johnny’s body language, Simon lifts up.

“Ya did nothing wrong. Ya said nothing wrong.—And I hope so. I hope I can love myself, as much as you love me.—Thank you. Thank you so much, Johnny”, Ghost sobs, before kissing him this time. Before he can even respond, a hand is gripping tightly onto his mohawk like a makeshift love handle, while the other arm is wrapped around his waist.

Feral, with teeth scraping against lips, and their tongues clashing against each other. Primal, with harsh breaths being taken in through their noses, and small moans and groans climbing their way out of their throats. Both of their faces now tear-streaked, and they can both feel the wetness of their cheeks pressing up against each other.

Simon flips them over to where Soap is now the one pressed up against the counter. Before Ghost finally pulls away, and peppers kisses all over his face and neck. Mouthing at and paying special attention to the scar across his eye and the one on his chin. All the while, Johnny is writhing, scratching his nails against their scalp and back.

“Woah…..He breathes out panting.—Well yer pretty chipper this mornin’, aren’t ye?”, Soap says teasingly, a bit dazed, with a goofy smile that’s so wide that it hurts.

Simon chuckles. “Uh-huh, though I'd be even more “chipper” if we could eat first”, it suggests, just as breathless, smiling just as wide, and is just as dazed. Before finally coming to, and lifting off of Johnny entirely.

“Sounds like a plan”, Soap agrees, suddenly more eager, after he hears both their stomachs gurgling and growling.

…

The pair chow down on a bowl of some semi-burnt scrambled eggs each, and black toast with jam (how appetizing,—strawberry jam for Johnny, and grape for Simon). Neither of them really being able to cook for shit. (Most times defaulting to eating out somewhere, or microwaving some frozen dinners. Sometimes turning on a movie or a nature documentary to watch while (and after) they eat. Cuddling up to one another, full and content). The team effort they had made didn’t go well AT ALL, and it was one eventful shit show. Left them both laughing and shooting the shit the whole time, (which is probably why they fucked up so bad in the first place,—minus their almost non-existent culinary skills). Ghost was in charge of the eggs (because if they weren’t, they’d be even more burnt), and Soap was in charge of the toast (which he promptly forgot about of course).

The two had already downed a banana and an apple respectively, for a more balanced breakfast. Both the core and the peel still sitting somewhere on the kitchen table, having not been thrown away yet.

As they’re finishing up their drinks—Ghost finally pipes up after a long bit silence,—on a relatively quiet morning, at least for them.

“I think I get it now.”

“Git whot?”, Johnny slurs, as he speaks with his mouth full.

“That ya…Simon huffs a laugh at the slurred voice, and blushes. He takes the final sip of his tea, before placing it down on the table…Really, truly love me.”

Wow.

It actually said it.

“Mm-hm,—he swallows—and just how much do I love ye?”, Soap prods further, a mischievous grin on his face. He sets his fork down in his bowl of eggs, and puts his half-eaten toast back on their large, shared plate. (As they decided to consolidate, as to not have to wash so many dishes). (Not to mention, the bowls they’re eating out of are disposable).

Fockin’ Bastard.

“M-more than anything in the whole wide world…”, Ghost chokes out, avoiding Johnny’s gaze. Viciously taking a bite out of their toast.

Embarrassed as all hell, as it knows that it’s as red as a tomato at this point,—he can fucking feel it.

And he hates it, but somehow loves it, at the same time…

“That’s right. And who are ye?”

He raises an eyebrow, with that shit-eating grin still on his face.

“Simon Riley…Simon “Ghost” Riley.”

It corrects, before he can reprimand him. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly,—but with no malice or venom towards himself.

“Good boy. And don’t ye ever forget it”, Soap says, before simply turning his attention back to his food.

Ghost still pink, practically glowing at this point, with their pale skin not doing them any favors. They rub the back of their neck, before doing the same, trying to scarf it down as fast as possible. So it can excuse itself from the table,—as soon as possible.

…

The rest of day was spent in more bliss than ever before.

The couple’s bond having been forever strengthened and deepened,—from a seemingly ordinary weekend.

No longer would Simon harbor doubts about Johnny’s love for him. No longer would Ghost be afraid of being vulnerable or opening up around him.

It’s last reinforced concrete wall had been blown to smithereens, to hell and back, and here he was exposed in all his glorious beauty…

Soap be damned if he wouldn’t protect them with all he’s damn well got.

He’d be his life preserver when lost in the deep ocean and crashing waves of their own mind, own psyche. Be there for it when and wherever possible, drop everything, just to give him a mere pint of comfort. He could care less about them venting to him,—they could include all the specifics and gory details, and he wouldn’t even flinch. Simon would have his full attention, like he’s in debrief. Offering solace when and where he can,—in between listening like a dog with it’s ears perked up, at a noise that had caught it’s attention.

He’d watch it’s six,—always. Providing cover fire,—for their sake and their sake only,—he likes to make it’s job as easy as possible after all. Ghost’s own personal one-man clean up crew, aiming to save them from the exhaustion or stress. He’d butcher every last fucking tango, shadow,—every person who dare lay a finger on them. Johnny’d take a bullet through the head again,—just to save Simon and have the satisfaction of knowing he’d be okay,—that they would make it out alive at least.

He’d give his life up for him.

And Johnny damn well knows they would do the same, and then some. Possessiveness being one hell of a trait of it’s.

But now, there was no more walking on eggshells around him.

No more fear of crossing lines or boundaries. The two now harmonious in their radiant love.

~Fin.~

SOFTIE/SHY GHOST MY BELOVED

SOAP BEING THE BEST AT TAKING CARE OF HIS MANS MY BELOVED

I AM A PROUD SIMP OF THE WHOLE SOULMATES OR CHEESY ASS STAR CROSSED LOVERS TROPE SUE ME, I EAT THAT SHIT UPPP

I want to thank everyone for their support and stuff on this! I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, because I’ve certainly enjoyed writing it!! :

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Hi! I find your stories and the depth in which you develop them, taking as much curves and length as you need not to rush the plot, so good!

Can I request an angst fic about Kit and f!reader trapped in Briarcliff, please? Since your writing tends to be in depth I wonder what you would come up with for a darker, very angsty story, idk maybe about the mistreatment they facing it in there.. I bet this could turn out so well written

Tysm!

this was a very interesting request, if you’ve seen my page i usually only write smut hahaha. this is the first one i’m posting that doesn’t include that. hope you enjoy and hope i did a good job haha :)

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Hell on Earth

kit walker x f!reader

warnings: mention of sa, abuse, unconsentual experimentation, mentions of murder, smoking, just very messed up content so be warned of a lot

summary: life in an asylum is far worse than you ever thought it could be…

word count: 1.5k

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You stare at the cement wall, nothing going on in your head. No thoughts, no feelings, nothing. You can’t remember how long you’ve been trapped inside this place; you can’t even remember why you were trapped there in the first place. All you can remember is your name and age. The shock therapy has gotten rid of most of your memories, you don’t even exactly remember who you are. Only what your friends have told you about yourself.

The sound of your fellow inmates' screams echo through the hallway. You would join them, but you’ve given up on screaming. It’s done nothing but get you hurt. So, all you do is continue your blank stare at the wall, trying your hardest to remember what your life was like before this hell.

After a few minutes you hear the lock of your door being fumbled with, you sit up in your bed. Sister Mary Eunice walks in, swinging her keys on her finger. She gives you a smirk, you’re scared to hear what she has to say.

“Dr. Arden wants to see you; he says it’s time for your treatment.”

You shake your head. “No- no I already had it today.”

“That’s too bad,” she replies, motioning for the guards to come in and get you.

“Please sister, I can’t handle more shock therapy. It’s too much,” you plead as two guards grab your arms and begin to drag you out of bed. “He does things to me he’s not supposed to.”

She only laughs and lets them drag you down the hallway.

~~~

You don’t really think of much in these moments. The bright light practically blinds you, and the sounds of machines make it hard for you to hear anything Dr. Arden says about what he’s doing. All you feel are needles being stuck inside your shoulders and in other places. You want to die.

You feel his hand brushing your leg, tears roll down your cheeks. If he touches you, he won’t be the first in Briarcliff. Though your memory is patchy, you can remember the times other men have touched you in ways you didn’t want to be. You can remember how dirty it made you feel, how dirty it still makes you feel. They always tell you how pretty you are, how it’s not their fault you make them want you.

It’s always the same, you think. Always.

Dr. Arden cuts your leg with a scalpel, you yelp at the sudden pain. You’re grateful most of his experiments don’t involve using you sexually. Usually, he’ll simply inject you with things you don’t even know of, or cut you open in spots and see what will happen if he does things to the wounds. You simply lay there and say nothing, what’s the point. Nothing will change.

~~~

After Dr. Arden gets bored with you, he sends you out to the common room. You don’t talk much to your fellow patients, only the ones you’re close with. You sit down on one of the couches and hold your knees up to your chest. You just want to die. You know death wouldn’t be as bad as this place, it couldn’t be.

A few minutes go by before someone sits next to you. You recognize the person, it’s Lana. She looks at you with a sadness on her face, one you’ve become all too familiar with. You stare back at her, your face expressionless. Maybe it’s just because of the shock therapy, but you can’t remember the last time you smiled.

“Are you okay y/n?” Lana asks after a few seconds.

You shrug. “I don’t think I’ve ever been okay in here.”

Lana sighs and lights a cigarette. She takes a long breath of it before speaking again. “I understand the feeling.”

“Do you think we’ll ever get out?” You ask.

“I like to think we will, I mean I got out of here once, course the aftermath wasn’t so good,” she answers.

She takes another long drag of the cigarette before offering it to you. You gladly accept, enjoying the burning sensation it leaves behind in your lungs. It makes you feel as though you have some control over your body. You take a few hits off it before returning it to the other woman. The rest of your time spent together is only spent passing the cigarette in silence. It’s nice.

~~~

You’re separating dough in the kitchen when you feel a presence behind you. You don’t look, you’re too afraid it’s Dr. Arden wanting to take you away and perform more experiments on you. The person places their hands on your shoulders, slowly moving them down your arms. It can’t be Arden or the guards, they aren’t gentle. You then realize who it is and a small smile creeps on to your face.

You lean back against the person you now know must be Kit. His body is warm, you can feel it through his clothes. He holds you for a few seconds, but has to let go when someone else enters the kitchen. He moves next to you and starts to separate dough. You look up at him, you’re glad to see him, it’s been a day or two.

“I’ve missed you,” he says quietly. “Sister Mary kept me locked up in solitary, she says I’ve been sinning and trying to make you sin as well.”

“Have you been sinning?” You ask, your small smile growing.

“Only in my head,” he answers.

You focus back on the dough in your hands and sigh. “I’m forgetting more and more each day; I’ve had to start writing the names of people down because I can’t remember them. I worry soon I won’t even remember my own name.”

“They shouldn’t be giving you shock therapy, it’s inhumane,” Kit replies.

“Maybe I did something to deserve it, I can’t remember why I was even put in here.”

“You said it was because you killed a man in self-defense but they ruled it as a murder due to a mental disease.”

You shut your eyes, trying your best to remember. You see certain parts. A man coming at you with a knife, he wanted something. You see yourself struggling against him, but you see the knife leave his hand. After that, it’s completely a blur.

“Oh...” you mumble.

Kit places his hand on yours, grabbing your attention. You look up at him once again and see he’s already looking down at you. He rubs his thumb across your knuckles, it makes your stomach fill with butterflies. He’s the only man in Briarcliff who hasn’t forced himself on you, almost everything he does only occurs after he asks you if it’s okay. He’s the only man you feel safe with.

“We need to get you outta here, look what they’ve done to you,” he whispers. His eyes are sincere, they always are. You love that about him.

“I can handle the shock; it helps me forget all the other things they do,” you reply with a small smile.

He clenches his jaw. “One day they’re all gonna pay for what they’ve done to you, to Lana, to everyone. At least I can fight back, but you, God y/n you can’t stand a chance.”

“I hope that happens, but honestly Kit I’ve lost most of my hope, it went with my memory,” you say.

You look down, your eyes are starting to burn. You hate even thinking about those nights with the guards. Kit knows this, that’s why he moves a hand up to your chin and makes you loop back up at him. He moves his thumb across your cheek, wiping the first tear that falls. You can’t stop yourself from dropping the dough and wrapping your arms around Kit, sobs leaving your lips at his gentleness.

He immediately hugs you back, one of his hands softly caressing the back of your head. His action only makes you sob harder. You don’t care if the guards come in and catch the two of you, all you care about is this moment with Kit.

“I’m so sorry this happened y/n, I should’ve been there for you,” he whispers.

You shake your head. “It’s not your fault Kit, there was nothing you could’ve done.”

“It’s not fair,” he replies, holding you closer. “You don’t deserve anything other than gentle sweet care. I promise y/n I’m gonna get you outta here if it’s the last thing I do.”

You sniffle, you wish this moment could last forever. But it can’t and it doesn’t. A guard comes in and pulls the two of you apart, screaming about no contact between patients. He forces Kit out of the kitchen, but Kit doesn’t leave without giving you a small kiss on your forehead and promising to talk soon.

Kit’s the only thing that makes you feel the most normal you can feel. You love him, and you know he’s going to keep his promise.

Whatever it takes.

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