#imagine being mc and pulling off all 4 of them

[lara635kookie]

IF TWO EQUALS DON'T REPRODUCE HOW THE HELL ZAYNE AND XAVIER MADE THIS MF???????

[animeomegas]

More Baxter thoughts~

Imagine post Step 4, MC telling Baxter that he was their first kiss. They sort of laugh and explain that for some people 18 would be considered a late bloomer, but that was the right time for them. They joke that Baxter was just too irresistible.

MC is trying to keep the mood light, just joking about it, but that doesn't really go to plan.

Because Baxter is shocked for three seconds, pleased and flustered for one second, and then deeply guilty from then on.

He feels guilty for not knowing, for taking MC's first kiss even if they kissed him first, and he feels even worse for ghosting them now, which he didn't think was possible.

He tries to just smile and say he's honoured, but he cannot sleep that night because he feels so guilty. He wants to punch 19 year old him in the face (don't we all).

I think MC'd have to firmly pull him from the guilt and kiss him until he truly understands that they'd forgiven him for the shenanigans he pulled 5 years ago, and that they definitely don't regret him being the first person they kissed.

Actually that would be a good strategy to pull his head out of the guilt cloud: MC should ask him if he regrets being the first person they kissed and then watch this man backtrack at the speed of light and vehemently deny it lol.

...

But also, imagine MC face timing Baxter for the first time after they had to go home.

They'd both do it late at night, I think, maybe they'd both be in bed, and when the call connects, they both just stare at each other for several moments.

Until MC pushes out an 'I miss you' and Baxter melts and says it back.

MC was sort of expecting to be teased about missing him when it's only been a day since they left, but Baxter isn't about to deny that he's already wishing they were with him again.

Just imagine them softly talking about their days to each other, tucked up in their respective beds, wishing the other one was close enough to touch and hold.

Imagine them having to end every face time with a reminder about when they were going to see each other next, just to soften the bitter blow of the end of the call.

Imagine MC taking a screenshot when Baxter looks cute, his hair mussed from his pillow.

Imagine Baxter taking a screenshot when MC starts nodding off, head propped up by one dangerously swaying hand.

Imagine neither of them wanting to bring up staying on the call as they sleep, but both thinking about it every time.

Just... soft Baxter and MC, because they'd be the cutest sappiest couples, especially when they're alone.

...

This third one and final one is not as cute, but imagine an artist MC who is just enamoured by the mole on the upper back of Baxter's thigh.

They really want to not be creepy, but also... they really want to sketch it.

And so they sketch it, but it doesn't capture the beauty properly, so they add colour and edit and keep going until they have a near photo realistic image of the back of Baxter's thigh XD

Baxter finds the drawing one day and basically blue screens for a good 40 seconds before he attempts to compliment their art work and tease them about the subject material at the same time, the words coming out as a jumbled, flustered mess.

That is all XD Thank you for letting me scream my Baxter ideas into the void haha.

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Mc and the tooth brushing pictures:

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Yeah, demons may not brush their teeth but idk man, the characters seemingly have good teeth so whateves. I didn't know what to name this so yeah. Anyways this is a cute little drabble idea I had so enjoy!

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Imagine the chaos of brushing you're teeth in the morning at HoL, all the brothers besides Asmo use the same bathroom, Mc has to use that bathroom as well. So the bathroom in the morning is extremely chaotic, everyones cluttered inside the bathroom trying to get their morning routines done. It's a choatic free for all some mornings, but other mornings it can bring great memories. Mc eventually starts taking pictures with the brothers each morning when their brushing their teeth together. Some mornings its just one or two brothers in the picture, some mornings its 3-4 brothers, and some mornings Mc's alone in the picture. It becomes a tradition for Mc, they have to take a picture while brushing their teeth, and if they forget in the morning then they take it when brushing their teeth before bed.

The first time Mc takes this kind of picture is probably when they get up late one morning, when they get into the bathroom they find: Belphie, Mammon, and Levi. The three had there own reasons for getting up late, but they were still up late. The four began to brush their teeth together when they heard the screech of Lucifer yelling at them to hurry up, it was obvious he was getting impatient. Mc decides to pull out their D.D.D and snap a quick picture, so they could reminisce on how they died after Lucifer inevitably killed them for making everyone late to R.A.D. So dramatic Mc. After this rememberable moment, Mc began to take pictures similar to that one, just to have the pictures. Some brothers like Asmo and Lucifer aren't in the pictures at first. When Asmo finds out about the pictures and learns that Mc's been doing it for awhile without him, he's hurt, and he'll make sure MC knows that by being extremely dramatic over the whole ordeal. Asmo may go into the communal bathroom just to be in the picture with Mc, otherwise he'll drag Mc to his bathroom to take his own version of the picture. Lucifer isn't in the pictures at first because he's usually up and ready way before everyone else. The first time Mc gets Lucifer in one of these pictures is during one of the bedtime tooth brushing photoshoots. Mc may have to stay up late to get this picture, or they'll have to get Lucifer to brush his teeth earlier than normal. Mc most likely puts one of these pictures as their D.D.D lockscreen, how many people can say they have a picture of the demon brothers brushing their teeth? Not many because its a weird thing to brag over Mc, but Mc is still going to proudly show that picture off as their lockscreen! Seeing the picture when they get on their D.D.D makes Mc reminisce on the memory which usually makes them smile. The brothers were confused by Mc taking these type of pictures at first, but after explaining why they do it, the brothers begin to understand. Some of the brothers even begin to take pictures like that on their own, they enjoy having pictures to reminisce on as well.

Bonus!: The other characters found out and make Mc take these pictures with them when Mc stays at the Purgatory Hall or the Demon Lord's Castle. Like usual everyone eventually begins to argue over who should be one Mc's D.D.D lockscreen. Mc gets tired of their arguing and comes up with a great solution. Mc gathers everyone in front of a gaint bathroom mirror inside the Demon Lord's Castle, then they make everyone brush their teeth. Mc snaps the picture and only uses that as their D.D.D lockscreen so that nobody complains.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! I have more content coming soon So Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby!

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[whalesforhands]

i am an avid believer of pillow princess gojo and needy soft dom geto bc i am a part of the vanilla agenda (yes i know i am very boring). i feel like there’d be a few kinks here n there (maybe bondage? exhibitionism?? they seem like the type to like that) but overall they just wanna feel good with dyf!mc. I CAN IMAGINE THEM GETTING SOFT BUT WANTING MORE YK WHAT I MEAN?? MY MIND GOES BLANK THINKING ABT THAT RAHHH

-omori anon

whatever u want omori anon

more short but soft(ish) headcanons (nsfw)

warnings: fem!reader, this is NSFW, pls go away minors, 18+ only

satosugu

being together with this duo entails a lot of… ventures. not just in taking care of the 4 kids, helping them out with their homework, playing with them, testing out new recipes you saw in a magazine and on television and also just… trying to get back on your feet.

being with satosugu especially, when you finally show more comfort in activities of a more carnal nature, you’re not leaving the bed.

whilst you might think they prefer rough, hot and extremely vigorous bed exercises, they do. but when it comes to you, especially on your first night, it is insanely toned down. and it will remain that way until you express interest in going harder.

a lot of asking and forewarnings before taking any actions and a lot more of holding back on their end for your sake.

“can i touch you…?”

“i’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“you sound so pretty… can you do that again for me, darling?”

“don’t squirm too much… ‘m gonna start.”

“ahh— fuck. don’t squeeze like that, i’m not going to last…”

“shit… you’re so gorgeous like that…”

“suck me off, please… wanna feel you…!”

their actions might be held back, but their kisses are not. every one taken from your lips feels like they’re trying to kiss you absolutely silly, until your head is filled with nothing but them.

“mmph…!” your tongues are entangling, the tempting swirl of your appendages moving vigorously as you feel his hand grasp onto yours almost desperately, fingers entwining just as he begins to pull away, a string of saliva connecting your once occupied lips, a gulp of air hastily swallowed by you as the flush of intimacy envelops your being. it isn’t long, not even enough for you to take in another breath before an impatient hand is already tilting your face towards his own, another set of familiar lips connecting your mouths for another restless makeout.

one round each? uhh… how about three?

“please, honey… i need another round, okay?” your thighs are already sore from having to bounce your hips on your own, your front collapsed onto his chest as you start to heave more, hair sticking to your face as exhaustion starts to catch up to you.

“don’t push her too hard if she can’t take it, satoru.”

“ehh? acting nice when you just went twice in a row is too mean to me, suguru…”

“at least i help do the work.”

“but it looks so cute when she’s struggling to do it herself…!”

jug of water right next to the bed because you’ll be here a long time. most of the time, there’s snacks provided too if satoru didn’t already eat them all.

cleanup is immediately done just for you the moment you look like you can’t handle anymore. no such thing as the ejaculate then evacuate here, not when your bare body is lifted in a princess carry to the bath to enjoy a bubble bath, a massage and suguru washing your hair for you as satoru helps brush your teeth.

bonus:

become a little more forward with their wants after your first night together. whether it be a new set of lingerie or cosplay in a wrapped box waiting on the bed, testing the waters by asking if you’re okay with pictures or videos or straight up being a little handsy.

i’m being serious about that last one.

you could be mid-conversation with gojo, telling him about your day as you sit with your back to his chest, his hands slithering their way under your shirt.

“and then shoko brought me to the old sushi place. the one with the mentaiko sauce i liked, but then i found out they didn’t serve any—“

“mhm, mhm.” he’s definitely only half listening when his hands rest on the skin of your stomach, fingers experimentally tracing shapes just below your breasts as you continue to talk, before you feel his hands quite literally start groping your mounds, flicking your nipples inbetween his fingers, squeezing your boobs etc. as you just… wonder if he’s still listening.

(it helps him focus)

[tsarinatorment]

okay so-

on the discord i was scrolling through past convos in a desperate search for a link that i've seen before, and i came across another one of your and fsinger's aus starring Michael👀

It was like a Kronos Wins/Time-Travels AU where Michael, Thalia, Bianca, Nico, and Hazel are the MCs and I was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then when the first main plotpoint was basically Michael going "SAVE MY DAD" my FIRST thought was that one Puss In Boots: The Last Wish scene;

Michael, about Apollo: I will save you!

Every other god, suffering in Tartarus: Save us too!

Michael: ...if it's convenient!

like. gnawing on this au rn. i gnaw on all of your aus. this one and the Lee Lives/Apollo Becomes Mortal/BotL Au are officially my favs (Eclipse at this point is basically canon to me lol)

but yeah. I know this au has a BUNCH of beloved characters die, which would have admittedly upset me like, three years ago, but now?

now i merely eagerly rub my hands as my brain imagines how this scenario goes down eheheehhe

Ah yes, this AU! Not one I've thought about in a while, but still a fun one!

Fun fact, for you if you missed the origin of it, and also for anyone else who might be reading this and hearing about this AU for the first time - this is an AU spinoff of my AU fic Tears Will Not Wash Away Your Crimes, where defeated!Kronos from canon timetravels back to the start of TLT to take Michael out before he could become the threat that saves Olympus (see: my long rants on how by being the one to realise Williamsburg Bridge needed to break, Michael stopped Kronos winning on the first day of the siege). In that fic, he succeeds in making Luke kill Michael, and while the fic never goes on to state it, it does become an alternate timeline where Kronos does, in fact, win (due to various factors such as Luke's betrayal not being discovered because Percy wasn't there to survive being poisoned and reveal that he was the traitor, etc. and also Kronos knowing how the demigods/gods operated and basically having the cheat code of being able to squash anything they try before they try it).

But also I am a perpetual Michael!lives fan, so with the enabling of @fearlessinger, as you mentioned, another AU spawned off of this, whereby when Luke carelessly mentioned Apollo by name, he caught Apollo's attention and the god himself turned up to whisk Michael away to safety. In the end, though, it doesn't stop Kronos from winning, because no-one knows enough to trump what Kronos knows. Hence, Kronos wins!AU.

But then!

There are some key changes that go down because of Kronos' prior knowledge... Change #1: Thalia is not restored by the Golden Fleece. Kronos did this because he wanted her as his host, but he tried that last time and it failed - he won't try again. Change #2: The di Angelos do not leave the Lotus Casino. No Thalia in the running suggests that Hades may not have bothered to pull his own children back into the prophecy race - if he really wanted them to be feasible as prophecy children, he'd have brought them out when Percy was claimed, as that would make Bianca a similar age to Percy and therefore viable as an alternative. Bringing them out a year or two later makes his kids younger than both Thalia and Percy and doesn't actually make sense, unless it was a response to being the only Big Three god with no kids involved... Change #3: Daedalus doesn't die, because Nico isn't around Change #4: All our Greek Hero demigods (and the Hunters) are dead, barring the above, and Michael, who was kept safe on Delos the whole time.

And these changes all line up quite neatly into a ridiculously large plot, based on the following consequences:

Consequence #1: the gods are thrown down into Tartarus Consequence #2: the triumvirate's deal with Kronos for their support involved getting Apollo as their prize so Caligula can still claim the sun god spot and Commodus gets his revenge. Apollo is passed to them, instead of Tartarus Consequence #3: Michael is rather pissed off about all of this

What happens after that, well. Imagine Michael, no longer trapped on Delos because the twins aren't there, making his way to Delphi. Imagine Phoebe initially reclaiming Delphi, before Kronos realises she was never on her side and instead release Python to reclaim it; Michael has enough time to speak with his grandmother, but only very little before he's forced to flee into the Labyrinth to hide.

Imagine Daedalus trying to atone for all the deaths he's caused by keeping this one demigod still alive, hidden in the Labyrinth while Michael tries to work out how the fuck he's supposed to save the gods, but never even considering not doing it ("the gods", of course, meaning "Apollo, mostly").

Imagine Apollo weakened, but still able to make dream contact. Apollo not being able to dissuade Michael from trying to save him. Apollo with nothing left to lose except his one son he can't protect himself, so he gives Michael knowledge, things to help him stay alive.

Knowledge, like how the daughter of Zeus is a tree but isn't dead, can be healed by that golden fleece (Percy, Annabeth and Grover retrieved it still, but the tree was not sick and so it was never hung upon it). Knowledge, like how there are two more Big Three kids trapped in a place where time doesn't move.

(Imagine Apollo chained up and forced to be his own oracle as his divinity is drained away. Imagine a little girl with sickle-rings on her fingers being drawn to him anyway, this captive god of the Beast. Imagine the god that still wants to save a child, if only he had the chance)

Imagine Michael healing Thalia with the fleece, the pair of them fleeing from the remains of camp (the remains of Michael's home) as Kronos realises he's there. Imagine Michael and Thalia edging into a casino that's too bright, too jovial compared to their broken world, and pulling two younger demigods back into the timestream. Imagine lurking in the Labyrinth, in the Underworld and discovering a dead girl who still remembers when she shouldn't.

Imagine these demigods plotting, scheming, desperate, and the power of three children of the Underworld combined, pooling their powers together until they can go anywhere the shadows touch.

Imagine them rescuing a god, and the little girl coaxed along with them.

And when they've got one god back... it's only a matter of time before they get the rest.

(And when Kronos discovers it's Michael, again, that foiled him in the end... Well. Some Fates can't be denied)

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 51 SPOILERS ‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 3 | lesson 50.1 | lesson 50.2 | lesson 51.2 | lesson 52

omg look it's everyone's favorite characters

still salty they don't have official designs outside of the chat stickers but it is what it is 🫠 it'd be cute if they could give them a little d kind of picture

if something bad happens i'll end it all. it's canon atp that mc has good luck because of their pact with mammon like PLEASE don't retcon that they're gonna retcon it

"where luck is a matter of life and death" is an insane tagline to advertise a casino on

"have fun gambling away your life!" is an insane title card for a lesson

i get that it's spooky season and all but DAMN WE JUST GOT HERE

can't wait to see them all panic over mc though. they've skirted death so many times and shit might be catching up to them yk yk

but mc already gambled and won and the way to escape is gambling and winning ??? they have to gamble while they're physically inside the casino for it to count ????

i'd just give up atp bc i feel like they're gonna pull some "you only get one chance to gamble and since mc already went, they cant go again"

BUT if that's the case, simeon could always make a pact with mammon and use his guaranteed luck for all of them to get off scot free

they're practically brothers anyways, but idk the ethics of a fallen angel turned human turned pseudo demon making a pact with a fallen angel turned ruler of hell. like would that even work since simeon is losing the sliver of "humanity" he had?

this tangent is long enough lemme stop

i also need to stop taking so many mf screenshot bc i'm only like 3 parts in 😭

we (i) love the sprinkles of brotherly love in the story 🫶🏽 especially if the brotherly love is founded on murderous intent

self sacrificial ass bitches

mc's inclination to step up makes sense bc they're the only person here with a damn near guaranteed chance at survival, and them taking a chance would mean that the odds are most likely in their favor. they literally could've gone first, won, and this ENTIRE situation wouldn't have happened 😭

what if this entire thing is a ploy and they're all just being sent to their respective hotel rooms ??? like how fucked up would that be ????

imagine mc pulls something like "well i won outside of the casino and that counts as a win so everyone should be safe" and then they just end up zapping their soul too 💀

and with mammon saying he's gonna get revenge ??? yeah whoever took the boys is COOKED

when i kill everyone in this room and then myself, don't be surprised

none of them have any semblance of self-preservation when it comes to saving their family. it's admirable but it's also really fucking sad bc how expendable do you think you are ???

like the boys are always so ready to give up literally any and everything for each other, even at the cost of their own lives, but none of them take into account how utterly broken the rest of them would feel if even one of them were to die

i figured smth like this would happen if they tried to escape. the exit door disappeared and everyone can use magic. why would they not put up some sort of ward to prevent them from using magic to escape?

unless this is some corny kinda "think of where you want to be when you teleport, and you'll be there" type beat and the spell worked perfectly but they're all a bunch of saps

BULLSHIT

anyways as long as they figure out a way to use mc's luck at the same time they'll be fine

the way this happened a solid 3-4 times is hilarious to me. just take the L and move on 🫶🏽

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

I'm not sure if you know The Owl House, but I thought this to be an interesting idea.

What if Yuu is from the world of Owl House and got whisked away to the TWST world. And despite being magicless, they use & make glyphs as a way to use magic, which is something the world of TWST never seen before

[OOC]: Hi! Writer here. Yeah, I know the show as I seen clips and fan art of the characters. I love the representations in the cartoon, but too bad as I heard there won’t be a Season 4. (Fuck you, mousy incorporation 🖕.)

I didn’t watch the show, but I think I understand the premise as I remember from Season 1, Episode 1 where Luz Noceda was supposed to go to camp, but ran off somewhere and finds an abandoned house where she also finds the suitcase that’s actually a device used to travel to another world where witches actually exists and other oddities come from.

Now for MC/Yuu, I’m thinking of them as the only friend Luz made back in school and who doesn’t mind about her hobbies/stuff while supporting her Sexuality of being Bi. Though the downside to being Luz’s friend is some trouble stirring up, leading a trip to the school’s office.

Of course, both parties were supposed to go to camp, but ran off like in S1;EP1 and the two find the old abandoned house and suitcase used to travel to The Boiling Isles. Over there, the story progresses like in the show.

Both were mentored with everything by Eda Clawthrone, made new friends, and so forth.

Then here’s the part where MC/Yuu had a mishap during Potionology class and they were sent further to another world called Twisted Wonderland.

At the Prologue, it’s the same setting with MC/Yuu being stuck in the coffin-shaped container and Grim blows off the lid, but they use an Ice Glyph to shield themselves from the blazes.

Then during the scenes where Grim was chasing after MC/Yuu for the Ceremonial Robe, they would also activate the Invisibility Glyph to escape from the little gremlin.

It didn’t last long as that specific glyph you need to hold your breath in to activate it.

Then the chase pursues, leading to the library and MC/Yuu fans out Fire Glyphs in a defense pose.

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: Stay back! I-I can blow this place up if you don’t want to die!

Grim: Nyah?! You? You can’t do that! I need that ceremonial robe!

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: Oh yes I can! You chased after me!

Grim: Because I need those clothes!!!

Those two are doing nothing but argue like children.

Then Crowley comes in scene, use his Whips of Love to snatch up Grim and the story continues on where he explains to MC/Yuu that they’re at Night Raven College for all boys to learn about magic.

As all three of the arrived at the Dorm Selection Ceremony, MC/Yuu was forced to stand in front of the Dark Mirror.

Dark Mirror: Hmm…This one doesn’t possess any color or shape in their soul. They are deemed Magicless.

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: But I do this! *Pulls out some Light Glyphs and activates them to summon glowing orbs of light*

Everyone is at awe watching the orbs floating around.

It was magical to witness.

This was a bad move as Grim uses this opportunity to escape and havoc starts.

Fire everywhere by Grim and the room is in ablaze.

Azul and Riddle chasing after the feline monster.

Such utter chaos.

MC/Yuu, with quick thinking and experience, uses their combinations of Ice and Fire Glyphs to create rain putting out the fire.

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: Thank you, Luz for the lessons.

After the fire went out, they grabbed a hold onto Grim as he attempts to squirm out of MC/Yuu’s arms.

When the ceremony ended, Crowley brought the two future students in his office to explain what kind of magic they used.

When MC/Yuu explains cane from other worlds (both Earth and The Boiling Isles), Crowley would “promise” to “help” then return to their origins.

I can imagine the adventures and shenanigans MC/Yuu would face with the new arrangements.

They would definitely fight against the Overblot battles with the right choices of glyphs.

Oh! Speaking of Glyphs, the First Years would absolutely learn how to draw some, but first they need to draw a perfect circle to activate its properties.

Ace: *Draws a circle* How about now?

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: It still looks off.

Ace: Ugh…

I can totally see everybody viewing MC/Yuu as a younger cute sibling.

Cater: How old are you?

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: 14

Cater: Really? You act mature for your age.

T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: It’s the trauma from The Boiling Isles.

Cater: Oh.

Poor thing…

To be honest, with MC/Yuu separated from Luz and the others, I like to think of this as a symbolism of moving on to making new friendships, but there’s that irreplaceable bond between them. Sure, the two are world’s away from each other, but they’ll still be connected.

[collegetennisoriginstory]

Can I ask what our father thinks of each RO if the MC ends up dating them? Like does he approve one of them better than the others, is he wary of G cause he might think the fleeting nature of the relationship is similar to his experience with MC's mother and he doesn't want MC to experience that??

Also, does he have a canon job, or is it up to headcanon?

Heh, this is an excellent question, sorry for leaving it languishing for so long.

G

MC's father knows a thing or two about trying to hold on to things/people that ought to be free... if MC ends up falling in love and pursuing a relationship with G, it will fill their father with an ache in their heart for the things that could've been, mistakes that they've made that they would make again in a heartbeat. If MC's heart ends up broken, and they have a good relationship with their father, dad will pull them into a hug and whisper, "but you'd do it all over again, wouldn't you?"

Tobin

MC's father thinks of Tobin as the kind of lover/partner that they themselves should've gone for, all those years ago - someone sure, solid, and dependable, someone who will weather the storms of time with a gentle and steadfast kindness. In other words, Tobin might be the only one of the 4 RO options that MC's father would trust with their child's heart, with no hesitation.

Rayyan

MC's father and Rayyan would start off having quite a stiff, formal relationship - mostly because of how Rayyan had been brought up to relate to/approach older adults, but eventually the two of them would gradually warm to each other and spend quiet, companionable stretches of time together on a couple of shared interests (e.g. fishing, which MC is convinced is such an old man sport).

Sam

MC's father would be surprised at first, because he's always seen Sam as one of his own children, really, but the two of them have always gotten along so easily - back in high school, they've spent time together biking and watching NFL/NHL games or playing video games together on the weekends, sometimes even when MC's not home. In fact, their comfortable lighthearted dynamic has even helped to ease some tension between MC and their dad through the years. There's a coziness that comes with Sam being so at home with MC's family.

As for a MC's father's job...

No plans to make this canon yet - but in my head I've always imagined him running a logistics business of some sort - hence the long hours and sudden "work crises".

[roohuh]

An Undesirable Cure

Part 4 of the Obliviate series

Ominis X MC

Summary: Meeting your friends for lunch you discuss the situation with your memory. Sebastian has an unorthodox solution for the problem. You meet the newest professor at Hogwarts

Warnings: Sebastian and Ominis get into a tiff

Lunch has finally arrived. Natty, Poppy, Imeldia, Sebastian, Ominis, and yourself all sit comfortably in the transfiguration courtyard. Imelda wipes tears from her eyes as you conclude the tale of the night before.

“Oh that is the most ridiculous plan I’ve ever heard!” Imelda laughs clutching her side. Glaring in the direction of the unsympathetic laughter Ominis snorts,

“I do not see the humor in all of this M/C was attacked and all you can do is laugh?”

“All I was saying is it is a terrible plan. What good is it to erase her memory then sick her back in Hogwarts with you?” She retorts, crossing her arms. The group falls silent as the truth in Imedlias words hover in the air.

“They certainly did not erase the attraction between the two of you.” Natty giggles at how close you and Ominis are sitting. The realization makes you blush. Ever since the you remembered the smell of Ominis’ cologne you had been reluctant to part with the scent; having spent the entire morning not letting Ominis get more then two feet from you. It the most comforting smell you can imagine. Somehow putting you at ease despite the strange circumstances. Pulling out a large book from his bag Sebastian tosses it in the middle of the group.

“Ah Sebastian, you always are the first to find what we need in the Library.” Natty exclaims, clapping her hands together.

“I had quite the list to collect after a summer of ‘research’ so adding this was not a problem.” Sebastian replies with a devious grin. Waving her wand above the book Poppy incants “memory charms” Bursting open the pages of the book begin to flip enthusiastically until the short section on memory charms is open for all to see: besides Ominis who eagerly awaits someone to read it.

“Don't bother. I already read the whole buggering thing. All it says is how to cast a memory charm, nothing about its reversal.” Sebastian huffs then gives you a coy smile pulling a much smaller book from his robes in dramatic affect.

“But of course I didn't stop there being the accomplished scholar I am.”

“And? What did you find?” Ominis gives Sebastian an exasperated sigh seemingly not amused by his friend's theiatrics.

“The restricted section held the answer, as it usually does.” Sebastian carried on with his monologue unquenched by Ominis’ sour mood. “Although you are not going to like the answer I did find. It may not be the only solution seeing as this book is so cryptic. My guess is the author did not want to own up to the lengths they went to gather this knowledge. But we can always keep this in mind as a last resort.”

“ What does the book suggest?” You finally break off Sebastian's ramblings.

“Torture.” Sebastian says simply. Poppy lets out a short gasp.

“According to this manuscript the only way for someone to regain their memories after being Obliviated is to undergo a tremendous amount of physical or mental distress IE Crusio”

“Out of the question” Ominis snarls at Sebastian fuming he would even suggest such a thing.

“I was just relaying what I found.”

“The fact that you could even put it as an option is a major problem Sebastian. Your answer to everything is always dark magic!” Ominis shouts at his freckled companion. Feeling the situation escalating you intercede.

“Ominis that is unfair. He was just telling what he found. I agree it is definitely a last resort scenario but they are MY memories and if that is how I choose to regain them it is my choice. A choice I would like to make with ALL of the facts.” Ominis looks hurt by your siding with Sebastian but regains his composure. Poppy eager to diffuse the tense situation suggests,

“Maybe there is a beast that can help. I know Phoenix tears possess great healing properties, maybe your Phoniex can help M/C.”

“That is a great idea Poppy.” you smile at your friend thankful for the backup.

“Who needs those memories anyways?” Imeldia ads munching on an apple. The whole group turns to the quidditch captain.

“ I mean honestly, you and Ominis can just make new ones are they really important enough for you to torture yourself over them? Just have Ominis fill you in on everything and move on with your life I say.” You laugh at your friend's practical solution.

“Sometimes your outlook is so refreshing, Imeldia. I would like to have my memories back eventually but in the meantime I think that is a great start.”

“It would also be good to understand how this all happened. If whoever did this could find you on your summer holiday it stands to reason that this may not be the last attack on you.” Natty says the words you were afraid to consider. Crossing your arms you close your eyes in an effort to focus.

“If only I could remember who did this I could at least defend myself next time.”

“It is unlike you to be caught off guard.” Sebastian says.

“At least Hogwarts is safe. As long as you are on school grounds you shouldn't have to worry.” Natty offers in an effort to ease Ominis nerves.

“Hello there!” A deep cheery voice says from behind you. Ominis’ hand shoots to your leg holding it possessively. You turn to see a tall smartly dressed man who can not be older then 30 standing behind you.

“What do you want?” Ominis snorts at the intruder

“Can an elder brother not check in on his youngest sibling?”

“What do you want?” Ominis repeats cooly. The older Gaunt lets out an amused sigh raising his hands in defense,

“I am only here to introduce myself to my new students. I was delighted to see M/C on the roster for my next class of the day.” Ominis inwardly curses the only class he does not have with M/C and HE is teaching it. Sebastian winks at the professor,

“I can not wait.” Ignoring Sebastian Professor Gaunt turns to you flashing a handsome smile and twinkling blue eyes,

“I have missed you, little beauty.”

The strange familiarity of the words causes you to feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. He turns back to Ominis face now serious

“I never knew you to ignore such an obvious warning Ominis. Better return mothers owls before something regrettable happens.” With that the man continues his stroll through Hogwarts whistling as he goes.

[sugar-omi]

Thinking about the fruity four, but if the MC is sub-leaning instead of dom-leaning. Like I know most of us subconsciously were like "the MC is definitely in charge/running the show since they're kinda the focal point keeping everyone together..."

So what would happen?

Also thinking about the fruity four if the MC didn't realize it was an option at 18 and initially proposed to Cove during the end of Step 3. Amatonormativity at its finest.

(This MC was in love with both Cove and Derek, but also had a crush on Baxter at the time. They obviously stayed in contact with Derek as well.)(I wonder if they would of proposed if Derek was around that summer. 🤔))

(This MC would of been happy with just Cove, they didn't want to seem selfish plus they were too nervous to put feelers out towards Cove after how badly Cove reacted to Baxter.) They don't end up getting married in the in between of Step 3 and 4 and this MC ends up experiencing all of the boys' Step 4s.

(I can definitely see at this point Cove and the MC have talked about at least being in love with Derek and it turns out it's mutual, so the MC carefully pursues Derek during his Step 4 at least.)

omg imagine cove and mc visiting derek, and you're having fun, maybe even laugh off the get-married-in-10-years deal you made with derek. and you're enjoying your time together again, going to the water park and stuff

and by the end of the trip the tension is a bit high, some subtle flirty comments n touches thrown between you and cove towards derek. and when you finally have him in the ferris wheel, maybe its the melancholy look on his face or your feelings wound up after a intense but lovely trip, and you end up telling derek how much you love him, and want him to be apart of your relationship..

mmm now how do we bring in baxter.

maybe it's way after step 4, and with baxter coming around more (and maybe even planning your wedding after his step 4 ending, n coming to understand a bit abt your relationship as it is, n is abt to be)

derek and baxter getting close, which I think is so easy bc it's a black cat-golden retriever situation w them lol

n it's so nice to come home n see the two of them laughing and baxter trying to lead derek (the size different is funny, especially when he tries to dip derek since he's heavier than baxter is prepared for) and them knocked out on the couch, or seeing derek let loose when baxter pulls him into some mischief...

everything just falls into place by itself

[jerzwriter]

Objections: A Twist of Fate (1/3)

Book:                   Crimes of Passion (Book 2)

Pairing:                Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose)

Category: Chapter Rewrite - Ch. 4

Rating:                 Teen

Series summary:   I think one scene could have been expanded on, one should have been added, and one could have been better. So, I took a stab at it (pun intended ).

Part One: The king and queen command Trystan's presence, and he won't go without Carolina at his side. What transpires leaves them both stunned.

Words: 1,475

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written fanfic for a series that isn't completed, so it's a little different experience for me. Who knows what will happen in the future (so some of this could be dispelled in canon), but I think Chapter 4 deserved better, so this is my take. All three parts will be posted before Choices releases Chapter 5 is released next Wednesday.

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Parts in italics are direct from the story.

The silence was practically deafening. If not for the sound of their footsteps echoing through the cavernous marble corridors, it would have been easy to believe that the world had ceased to exist. Although their discomfort was palpable, it had nothing to do with the guard walking behind them, sent to ensure Trystan would make it to the desired destination. The guard was of no concern; they knew they could easily take him if desired, but other things weighed heavily on their minds.

Medieval castles were as familiar to Trystan as the local bagel shop was to Carolina. So he was unaffected by the suits of armor, elaborate murals, and questionably begotten jewels that lined the hallways through which they traveled. Carolina was another story. She wasn’t a woman who was easily intimidated. But Drakovia, and this very existence, left her feeling like a fish out of water. Miles away from normal, she was out of her league, and her grip on Trystan’s hand unconsciously tightened.

From almost the beginning, and without their consent, Trystan and Carolina felt like kismet. Easily in tune, they were somehow able to anticipate the other’s needs before they even occurred. At any other time, Trystan would have noticed that simple motion and been aware of how anxious his partner was, but today, it went unnoticed.

Carolina was longing to get this over with, close this chapter, and return to normalcy in New York. But Trystan was already wondering what the future held. This wasn’t New York; it wasn’t a democracy – especially not for him. His parents summoning him... from the same room? He knew nothing good could arise from this. More trumped-up charges? A public admonishment? An agenda, yet unseen, that he was unwittingly being made a part of? Whatever lurked behind the ornate door being opened before them would not be pleasant, and Trystan would be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid.  

Carolina let out the tiniest sigh of relief when they entered. It wasn’t the palatial space she imagined, but a tastefully decorated room, modest by palace standards, and family members filled every corner. But Trystan took no such relief, and she was about to understand why. A gathering of Thornes wasn’t something that happened by choice, and it was rarely a pleasurable affair.

The queen sat in the center of the room, as austere and formal as ever, and raised her head when they entered. In direct contrast, King Maksim leaned casually on the wall behind her, smiling with ease when his eyes fell on his son.  

“Trystan!” He beamed. “You’re actually on time. I told your mother you could pull it off.”

“Hello, Father,” Trystan grinned, and as the two men embraced, Carolina's heart warmed as she saw a hint of the carefree man she knew return.  

There were too many siblings to count, and they were already grouped by allegiance. Enraged as always, Bas seemed eager to end the charade, while his brother Vasili seemed to welcome the event. Uninterested, Astrid made her position clear: a mimosa and friends thousands of miles away would always be preferred over this nonsense, and Carolina couldn’t say she blamed her.

As usual, Marguerite rose above the fray, settling next to her mother on a long sofa on the edge of the room. When she spotted Carolina, she jumped in for the save, offering her the seat beside her. From there, she watched the drama unfold until another Thorne sibling detected her presence.

“Why is she here?” Trystan’s younger sister, Emika, whined. “This is family business. Trystin’s little wanna-be lawyer shouldn’t be here!”

Carolina was about to retort when Trystan jumped in.  

“Carolina is much closer to family than any of you, Marguerite, notwithstanding. Neither of them has attempted to imprison me.”

“You’d think they’d be happy I proved their brother’s innocence,” Carolina whispered to Marguerite, who contained a laugh.

“Fat chance of that.”

“Are you still hung up about that?” Kasper, yet another brother, groused. “You have to let that sort of thing go, Trystan!”

“It happened yesterday,” Carolina chortled. “Surely a little more time would be required for that.”

Various sibling quarrels filled the corners of the room, and King Maksim in to control things.

“Simmer down, children. The queen and I have one announcement to make. Then you can return to your squabbles.”

“Of course, Father,” Vasili jumped in. “We’re listening.”

“Given the outcome of yesterday’s trial, the queen and I have decided to reinstate Trystan as the heir to the Drakovian throne.”

“What!” Trystan gasped. “You... you can’t be serious!”

Equally as surprised, Carolina shook her head in astonishment. “You expect him to return like nothing has happened?" She blurted before thinking. "After how horribly you’ve treated him?”

The entire clan turned to stare daggers at the unwelcome guest.

“Don’t mistake our tolerance for your presence here as permission to speak, New York,” Lydea threatened.

“I believe I made clear how little your threats meant to me back in New York, Lydea. Trystan is right; I’m more family than the lot of you, and I’ve seen the effect exile had on him. I think you have a lot to atone for before they ask him any favors.”

The buzz in the room grew louder, and many faces turned red. Only Queen Viktoria appeared undisturbed by the reaction. She silently studied Carolina before replying.

“Your concern is noted, detective,” she stated. “But ultimately changes nothing. Trystan has a duty to the crown.”

“A duty!” Bas fumed. “He’ll destroy everything Juliana fought for!”

“Chin up, children,” the king interrupted. “Your parents love you equally, etcetera, but Trystan has been training for this his entire life.”

“My entire life save the past eight years,” Trystan spat.

Quickly losing her tolerance, the queen clapped her hands together. “Enough!” She commanded. “Now that Trystan has been absolved of guilt, he will resume his duties, and he will perform them with the decorum expected of a Drakovian heir. Have I made myself clear!?”

Her words and her tone had everyone scrambling, and Carolina watched in horror as the man she knew appeared to crumble before her eyes.

“... Yes, Mother,” Trystan frowned sheepishly.

“You can’t be serious,” Carolina muttered under her breath.

“Preparation begins now,” Viktoria stated. “The rest of you can take your leave.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Carolina exclaimed as a flustered Marguerite ushered her out of the room.

“Carolina, not now.”

She turned to take a final look at Trystan, standing crestfallen, as she was pulled through the doors.

“I’ll show you to your suite,” Marguerite began as if nothing unusual had happened. “I think you’ll find the guest quarters quite comfortable.”

“Comfort? Comfort isn’t what I’m thinking about right now. I need to help Trystan.”

“I don’t think you understand what just happened. This isn’t something Trystan can just walk away from.”

“Really? I know Trystan likes to trash the American educational system, but I do remember a thing or two, and abdication is a thing. They can’t force him to rule.”

Marguerite sighed wearily. “I understand your concern. I really do, but you’re out of your league right now. Don’t do anything rash. Trystan is going to need you.”

“And it’s always all about what Trystan needs,” Bas seethed from across the room.

Once again, the siblings broke out into debates over succession and which children deserved recognition. But Bas turned all of his ire on Carolina.

“This is all your fault!" He shouted. "You should have stayed in New York.”

Carolina broke into laughter. “What a delightful family! I have never been more grateful to be an only child! You would have been happy to see your brother go to jail for a murder he didn’t commit? For what? So you could move up one step in the pecking order for a job Trystan doesn't even want?”

“Are you sure about that, Carolina?” Vasili questioned ominously. “And more to the point, does what he wants even matter?”

“What Trystan wants matters to me! I can see why my caring for him seems to be a novel concept to the man!" Carolina hollered as Marguerite dragged her away.

While she made sure to put her bravado on full display, Vasili’s words haunted Carolina as she waited for Trystan’s return. Pacing her suite, she fumed over the injustice. They were able to save him... and for what? For him to live a life he didn’t desire? She gulped as dread coursed through her; perhaps a life... that wouldn’t include her?

Carolina's life hadn't been easy. Punctuated by loss and pain, she happily shut out even the idea of love. She was comfortable with the life she led when Trystan Thorne barrelled into it and turned it upside down. Her past self would have mocked her for allowing herself to get into this position. If she followed the rules, she'd be back in NY, her heart protected and safe. But she had no regrets and wasn’t about to back down. She marched over to a mirror and looked at her reflection with determination.

“I didn’t travel halfway around the world to save him just to let his life be taken from him anyway. No,” she resolved. “There is an out, and I will find it. These Thrones will not beat this Rose!”

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[monstrouslyobsessed]

been a minute since i've answered yall asks, sorry about that. been having health issues again. sighs.

tw / tags: monster fucking, snake anatomy, breeding mentions

Do you have any thoughts about slime-like monsters? I personally find monsters with… unstable??? body structure quite interesting cuz of their potential lol. Like, even of they're slow and trembling like jittery jelly, once they have grip on you – you gone, whoops. Struggling r useless, u will only get urself deeper and you can't even do a lot to escape. And bonus points if they're kinda dumb, so by acting silly and goofy they're practically gaslighting lmao —anonymous

i actually have a musing in the work about that one!! its...been in my draft forever...whoops....i'll work on that in just a bit then.

but yes!! theyre also super versatile too! imagine if you have one as a pet...its going to make a pet out of you, oho rip darling.

I wonder how the 6 arms snake god eat. Does he just shallow his prey whole? chew them? Tear them apart then eat them piece by piece? I wonder what is his favorite part of his prey, and his less favorite. I imagine that some times, he eat messy, so reader clean the blood around his mouth with a clean napkin. —anonymous

i actually kinda imagine him opening his mouth like a snake would since he's no longer a human (w a pic below). but in the beginning, when he's still merging with the snake god, he'd probably start tearing his, ah, meals apart, yeah. i actually don't think his transformation was actually completed by the time he started his initial rampage + he wouldn't have any arm when he first started out too.

oh geez i can see him being super clumsy and floppy trying to learn how to move his new body. poor thing.

his mouth would be like this, maybe with bigger fangs tho. that said, i cant find the original source now :( so if any of you know who this may be by, lmk so i can link the artist!!

Hey-hey! Have you read Mieruko-chan by any chance? Maybe it's only me, but i find designs for ghosts from here rlly cool and some chapters can give some pretty cool concepts/ideas.

Gl on ur day! ✨ —anonymous

i actually have been keeping up with it! poor mc, she's trying her best...I'm crushing on the yandere tentacled head lady atm lol

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! 💖 — @berrychan03

dawwww <3 thank you!!! i'll be sure to spread them around~!

Your Jaguar Trube story is really good! I like it. Are you going to make the part 2 for it? —anonymous

im actually kinda stumped on how to continue this one mainly because of the breeding kink being the primary focus and the reader initially being gn. i feel iffy doing this to my fellow gn readers as well, as i don't wish to exclude them and i don't think im that good of a writer to pull off a gn smut.

i could just do two versions tbh because its a little different between if the reader is afab and if they're amab.

if afab, theyre actually kinda in for some bad time because there's so many males around, possibly around 30 to even 50, and there's a lot of dp to go around because they're sharing them.

if amab, there's not many females around at all, maybe around 4 young adult ones (with the rest being old ladies), though that's not to say the males wouldn't touch them because they def would though lol but i kinda imagined that being amab they wouldn't be in too high of demand and would be given breaks. plus, they don't have to worry about getting pregnant.

i'll take feedback regarding this matter though, so lmk your thoughts on how i should proceed!

anyhoo, gonna try and work on couple overdue commissions i got, but in the meanwhile, feel free to send in whatever (that is currently open lol) love ya bunches!

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter 4: Bargaining Power - Now that Mitsuhide has “rescued” Katsu, he’s going to let her go. Isn’t he?

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

The auction room wasn’t any more pleasant upside down than it had been right side up. Nor was Mitsuhide, but this angle was more familiar, given our previous meetings. Even so, I objected to being hauled across the ship like a sack of rice. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

My hands were still tied and wedged into his back, but I managed to kick his ribs hard enough to hear him grunt.

“As you wish.” He dumped me on the floor, then loomed above. “Are you comfortable down there?”

What do you think?

He thrust his hand at me, but I ignored it and got to my feet. “After you.”

In an instant, he yanked me to his side and whispered in my ear. “I would prefer to get off this ship without having to kill anyone on the way, so if you could at least pretend to be cowed, it would make both our lives easier.”

He… had a point.

Meek now.

Kill him later.

“If you think there’s going to be trouble, maybe you could untie me so that I can help defend us?” Knowing that it would be useless, I did not bother trying the puppy-dog eyes that occasionally got Aki to agree to my suggestions.

He ignored my perfectly reasonable offer of help and propelled me out the door.

Hm, should have tried the puppy eyes after all.

Because I had no desire to get caught in the middle of a swordfight while my hands were tied in front of me, I kept my mouth shut as Mitsuhide half-dragged me across the deck of the ship, until I saw two hulking shapes and the priest out of the corner of my eye. “On your lef-“

With three sharp strikes of his sword, Mitsuhide had the attackers disarmed. He gave me a look that left no doubt in my mind that he had seen them before my warning. No one else bothered us as we hurried down the gangplank and onto the docks of Sakai, where Mitsuhide’s vassal Kyubei was waiting with two horses. Oh, hi, Kyubei. Long time no see.

Before I could greet the other man, Mitsuhide tossed me onto the horse and climbed up behind.  “Make certain no one follows us,” he yelled over his shoulder at Kyubei – then we were off.

“You know, I can actually ride without help.” No response.

It was even odds between ‘couldn’t hear me over the sound of the horse’ and ‘still ignoring me.’

What followed as a circuitous route around and through and back around Sakai. Probably Mitsuhide had doubled back to avoid pursuit, although he might also have done so to make things extra uncomfortable for me. By the time we halted behind a building in the merchant quarter, my core muscles were screaming at me. Without the use of my hands, I had been forced to continuously rebalance myself or risk sliding off the horse (and I doubted Mitsuhide would have bothered to catch me had it happened).

Equestrian pilates will never catch on as the next big fitness craze.

Before I could jump off on my own, Mitsuhide pulled me off the horse and led me through the back gate into a townhouse. Like Franscico’s office/home, it was a typical merchant’s machiya, more narrow than wide, with an office, a courtyard, and storerooms on the main floor. But I had no time to look around, because Mitsuhide hurried me past the business area to the second floor, where the stairs led to a private office of sorts. Presumably there would be a kitchen and an eating area also on this level and sleeping quarters on the top level.

Given that Mitsuhide still seemed disinclined to talk, I plopped down on a cushion to try to figure out how to let Francisco know where I was. He must be frantic.

Mitsuhide lit a lantern, filling the room with a warm amber glow, then took his time settling down at a writing desk.  Finally, he looked at me. “I imagine it would be too much to expect your gratitude.”

“For what? It took me three days to set that up.” Now I would need to figure out an alternate plan… which would require coming up with an explanation for how I was purchased by Mitsuhide and ended up with Francisco. Hm. Perhaps I had been purchased as a gift. I mean, a slave was a little more personal than socks, or a bottle of Drakkar Noir… but I could probably make it work.

“Dear me.” It takes talent to make the condescending words of a British butler sound like the sarcasm of an exhausted parent. “Am I to understand that you were selling yourself in the slave market on purpose? That does put a different face on it.” Mitsuhide nodded his head to indicate the stairs leading up to the top level. “My bedroom is the last door on the left. You may disrobe first, although I would prefer that you wait for me to undress you.”

Since my hands were still tied together from the slave ship, I figured he was being facetious. Although, who knows. Maybe he thought that I had some contortionist skills.

“I wasn’t selling myself.” He gave me a look of sheer disbelief. “Not exactly. I have a partner who was going to purchase me, thus giving me the opportunity to view the auctions from the inside, as well as create a back story for when he paraded me around the Nanban merchants.” Figuring that Mitsuhide had no immediate plans to untie me, I wiggled around until I managed to extract the dagger I kept strapped to my ankle. The auctioneer hadn’t even bothered to search “Kaya,” – apparently, he lacked the imagination to realize that even a kidnapped housemaid would have been armed. I tried to flip the dagger around to cut the rope around my wrists, but the angle was all wrong. After I poked myself three too many times, I stuck it between my knees and began sawing away at the bindings.

“For what purpose? You cannot tell me that Akihira would permit his daughter to masquerade as a courtesan.” With benign interest, Mitsuhide watched me reposition the knife after it slipped to a useless angle. “What happened to your partner?”

“I … don’t know.” Had Francisco joined the ranks of the disappeared? Would the Nanban imprison one of their own? As to the first question… was I safe telling him that Aki was missing? The two of them were, well, if not exactly friends, they were at least friendly. Or had been before I ruined that earlier this summer. Still…

Taking a chance, I looked him right in the face, alert to any change of expression, and added, “Aki is missing. Like your friends Toyotomi Hideyoshi and his fiancée. Frack.” The knife had slipped again. I bent to retrieve it, but not before noticing that his posture had stiffened when I mentioned his friends. Nothing major, and he recovered immediately. But I saw.

“You might have better luck if you held it in your teeth,” Mitsuhide said. I guess his advice, such as it was, was all the help I could expect here. “Do you have a spy in Azuchi Castle?”

If I put the knife in my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to answer his question – which… I’m sure he had considered. I again repositioned it between my knees. “In fact, we don’t. You might have to repeat whatever lecture you normally give the castle servants and vassals about not gossiping when they wander around town.”

The dagger clunked to the floor and bounced out of reach. I refused to crawl to retrieve it – it would totally undermine the attitude of casual indifference I was attempting to project. Mitsuhide might intimidate me, but I refused to let him know that. “It’s possible they didn’t notice me. I’m very good at being invisible in plain sight.”

“An enviable skill.” He got up and poured himself a cup of sake. He didn’t offer to share but that was ok because I wouldn’t have taken it anyway. While he was moving about, I used my foot to pull the dagger back, and then, as he had suggested, held it in my teeth to try to saw through the rope.

It wasn’t any easier than holding it with my knees.

With an attitude of indifference, Mitsuhide pulled out his sword. “Hold out your hands.”

I did so, presenting the rope as the best target I could. The sword whistled through the air, then sliced cleanly through the bindings.

Ahhhh. So much better. I massaged my wrists and wiggled my fingers. I guess I did owe him some gratitude, even if he had ruined my investigation. “Thank you.”

He inclined his head but said nothing.

“I will pay you back, of course.” It might mean breaking into Francisco’s desk, but the money was mine anyway, so I wouldn’t technically be stealing it.

“Of course.” He rubbed his chin. “Do not attempt to sell yourself into slavery again. I might not be around to rescue you next time.”

His definition of rescue differed quite a bit from mine – but I wasn’t really in position to argue. “My back-up plan involves keeping an eye on a certain warehouse.” And perhaps scamming my way – as Katsu - into a job with this mysterious Shojumaru. “I doubt I will need rescue from that.”

I pretended not to notice his look of skepticism – clearly exaggerated for theatricality. “You’ve been a source of chaos since we met.”

“You’re the one who just messed up my plan.” I was still on the fence as to whether I had needed rescue. “However, if I discover anything about Lord Hideyoshi or Lady Mai, I am willing to share information.”

If Mitsuhide had any intention to make a reciprocal offer, I will never know, for our ‘negotiations’ were interrupted by the sound of angry shouts coming from the ground floor of the building. Reacting instantly to the noise, Mitsuhide picked up his sword and stepped in front of me.

“Lord Mitsuhide – stop. That’s my partner. Francisco.” I pushed past him and called down to the lower level. “Francisco, up here. Don’t worry. I’m safe.” Then, because Francisco’s apt to forget his Japanese even in the calmest situation, I repeated myself in Portuguese.

Moments later, a puffing Francisco breached the top of the stairs and rushed into the room. His face was red and there were sweat stains visible on the shirt he wore under his jerkin. “Katsu. You are here. When I learned someone bought you, I thought, Akihira will murder me.” He paused and drew in a long panting breath. And then another. “I got lost and went to the wrong ship.”

Of course he did.

Note to self. Next time find a partner who can find their way from one end of the city to the other.

He was still speaking in Portuguese, so clearly his language skills (such as they were) had deserted him completely. I hurried to reassure him. “An acquaintance of Aki’s recognized me and purchased me. If you can repay him… and maybe give him a bit extra for his trouble, then we can be on our way.”

Francisco turned to Mitsuhide and executed a clumsy bow. In halting Japanese, he thanked Mitsuhide then held out his coin purse.

Mitsuhide ignored the money and looked back at me. “You are fluent in Portuguese?”

No, Francisco and I were just talking in Pig Latin. “Yes. Speaking anyway. Reading… I’m still working on that.” The Latinate alphabet script wasn’t that difficult because I had had some rudimentary lessons in English when I was in school, but it added another layer to translations.

“That being the case, our previous agreement is nullified.” He signaled for Francisco to put away the money. “I believe I will keep you after all.”

Keep me? How…? What? I didn’t bother to hide my confusion, so it was no surprise that he easily read my expression. “I purchased you and have no intention of selling you back.”

Yes, that part I got.

If he thought I would willingly become his concubine, he’d better keep a dagger next to his futon, because I would kill him in his sleep. Or when he was awake. Or… now. Actually, I probably wouldn’t even need a dagger. I’d just strangle him, the way Princess Leia killed Jabba Hutt. Only slower. “Strange. You don’t look like you’re certifiably insane.”

Francisco’s head swiveled from me to MItsuhide, his expression one of complete confusion. We’d passed his grasp on Japanese a long time ago. “Katsu, what is going on? Does he not want the money?”

“We’re bargaining over the price.” Technically. The price being something I was not willing to pay. I considered telling Francisco to prepare to fight our way out of here, but I didn’t know if Mitsuhide had any other men stationed in this building. Nor did I trust Francisco’s swordsmanship. He’d probably accidentally stab himself. Or me.

Mitsuhide poured himself another cup of sake before responding to me – he’d apparently come to the same conclusion about Francisco’s necessity in this discussion as I had. “In truth, there is something about you that causes me to doubt my sanity – but my reason for being at tonight’s auction was to establish an identity as a merchant who has a lenient attitude toward slavery of his own countrymen.”

Alright. Rational step, considering he was investigating his friends’ disappearance. Similar to what I was doing but coming at it from the opposite side. I nodded to let him know I was following. So far.

“Having a-” he paused then sighed as if the idea was personally offensive “-concubine adds to the verisimilitude of this charade. Having a subordinate fluent in Portuguese, who can eavesdrop on the Nanban, puts me at an advantage.”

Francisco poked my shoulder, so I quickly translated the gist of Mitsuhide’s idea. He smiled, then bowed clumsily. “Katsu, tell him that this is a good idea. It will allow me to direct my resources in other less savory directions without involving you.”

What was less savory than a slave concubine, I did not know, nor did I particularly appreciate the idea of them deciding my fate without any input of my own, but I dutifully translated his words to Mitsuhide, then added, “I really don’t like the idea of being your partner.”

He gave me one of those deep probing stares that said he could see right through me. If that look had been a scalpel, I would be filleted right now, and pinned to a dissection tray. “Heavens, wherever did you get the idea that I was offering you a partnership? You will be working for me, and you will do exactly as I say.”

Oh hell to the no on that.

Before I could tell him where he could put his job offer (such as it was), he continued. “Don’t look so mutinous, Brat. Am I wrong in thinking that this was exactly the scheme you were planning with this man-” he nodded toward Francisco, “-as your conspirator?”

Ok yes, that had been the plan.

“And would you agree that I would be far more competent in the role than a man who was not able to appear at the auction in time to rescue you from danger?” In spite of, or more simply to humor, Francisco, Mitsuhide sent a friendly smile in his direction.

Again, yes. Mitsuhide and his mouth full of teeth would be an upgrade in that regard. If I continued with Plan A. However, I could move directly to Plan B – finding and working for this Shojumaru – without taking a partner. Especially one who would-

“I rather think your rejection of me, while somewhat personally hurtful,” he dramatically placed his hand over his heart, and directed an over-the-top lovelorn glance at me, “lies in the fact that unlike your language-deficient friend, I would exert control over your somewhat impetuous behavior.”

“My rejection, as you put it, lies in the fact that I don’t want to work for you. I don’t want to work with you. I don’t want to spend any time in the same room with you.” My dagger was still within easy grabbing distance – one more snarky word from him and -

“Struck a nerve, did I? You do like being in control.” He rubbed his chin, letting his thumb briefly sweep across his lip. Aki had the same chin rubbing ‘tell’ as Mitsuhide, although the lip thing was an individual twist, one that called attention to sensual shape of th-

Ack! What are you thinking?

While I was busy bleaching my brain, I nearly missed his next comment.

“Alas, do not, for one moment, imagine that I will permit you to leave. If I must parade you around the city in chains, I will do so. In fact…” his voice took on a speculative tone. “It would add an air of authenticity to the charade.”

Yep. I’m out of here. “Never mind. I can find Aki without you.” I snatched up the dagger and prepared to make a run for it.

“You couldn’t even cut your way out of the rope with a knife, that, I will add, I am aware that you’re clutching it in anticipation of fighting your way out of here, and I would not recommend that course of action.” He turned to Francisco, and said in slow, clear words that even a language dunce like Francisco would understand, “Katsu and I are in agreement. You may go.”

If this had been a cartoon, there would have been a Francisco shaped hole in the wall. As it was, he stirred up enough of a breeze on his exit, that some of the papers on Mitsuhide’s desk rustled.

See if I send you a Christmas card this year!

“I would have managed the rope, eventually.” I could do better work without an audience. He’d made me self-conscious, that’s all.

“Hrm. I do believe you’d look quite fetching in chains.” Now that the (dubious) protection of Francisco was gone, Mitsuhide stepped forward and with those cold hands, traced the line the rope had left on my wrist.

“Oh, let’s not.” Try it. I’d once read an article on how to get out of handcuffs. Surely the principle was the same with chains. I pictured Mitsuhide walking into an empty room, furnished only by a defeated chain.

“Your protest lacks conviction. Perhaps the prospect of wearing chains excites you. Or… you have the ability to pick locks.” Those fingers massaged my other wrist and I just barely prevented myself from shivering. “Oh my, your pulse did race at that. Practice a bit of thievery on occasion, do we?”

It hadn’t been the suggestion that I could pick locks that had made my pulse jump like that. It had been his touch. Because his hands are cold. Of course, that had been it.

The first thing I hate about Mitsuhide – he uses a royal we when he’s teasing me.

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Anna Gunn Rising Sign Guess

Unpublicized birth time. For entertainment only.

🧪I think she’s a Sagittarius Rising because I just know Lilith has to be at play in regards to her MC or tenth house. She has been universally disliked ever since playing Skylar White and I don’t think it’s fair. In this situation, her MC would be squaring Lilith within 4 degrees.

🔪Plus Lilith is opposing her Ascendant within five degrees so she’s likely used to being disliked for no reason.

🧫Sure I thought her character was frustrating in Breaking Bad but people just took it a bit too far, attacking her appearance and what not for simply playing a character in a fictional TV show, a TV show that caused them to be so passionate in the first place. Clearly she did her job well— she was written to be disliked and really personified “the nagging wife” trope needed to make Walt seem less annoying and more likable. The show would not have been as successful without her.

🦠 She has always come off very Virgo-like IMO with the roles I have watched her in. Jupiter would be her chart ruler and it’s in Virgo, co-present with Uranus+Pluto+Venus. Which would account for the dislike factor too. Uranus representing unexpected changes and Pluto energy being… Scorpio energy.

🔬Because Venus is at its fall and within 3 degrees of Lilith, I believe this accounts for why she’s so universally disliked. (Lilith probs, amirite?)

👢She’s tall at 5’10” and so are about 2/3rds of the others I bothered to Google while pulling up similar Ascendants+Moon. The others were quite short (Saturn influence or Jupiter was at its fall/anti-domicile) or also quite tall too. But then Jamie Lee Curtis has Saturn right on her Ascendant and she’s 5’7” but Jupiter in Scorpio has reception with Mars in Taurus so idfk. Terri Clark is 5’11” with Saturn retrograde close to ASC. Pink is 5’4”. Idk dude take that with a grain of salt, lol, but Jupiter ruled Ascendant would make someone taller using the basic rules of planets.

👃🏻Her nose looks to me like that of a Scorpio Moon🦂 and Pluto would be opposing her Moon within 15 degrees in this instance thus giving that effect.

🏴‍☠️Or perhaps she is a Scorpio Rising which would put the Leo stellium in her tenth place but I didn’t want to be obvious and take the easy way. Plus she just does not come off Leo-like to me at all, which perhaps would put it in the twelfth place thus making her a Virgo Rising. Which mercury would be the ruler and it’s in Leo again so 🤷🏻‍♀️no. Sag rising remains best logic.

🧸As a Sag rising, her tenth would be ruled by Mercury which is being maltreated. Her MC falls in her eleventh house ruled by Venus being maltreated in the same way. This would explain the controversial reputation.

🏆🏆However, Jupiter is copresent with Venus in her tenth in a day chart which helps explain the massive success— the woman won two Emmy awards for that role. I can imagine such placements playing out like that. (Hindsight is 20/20) she won in 2013 and 2014.

🔱 From ages 23-43, she was in a 20-year Gemini period which houses Lilith thus activating it. But remember the ruler is under the beams and thus has a hidden quality to it. Significations can be sort of hidden, kind of like the Marvin Gaye situation.

💀 I think Pallas near the angles or in angular houses can have a similar effect as Lilith. I wouldn’t be surprised to see those with Lilith aspects to major planets also having significant Pallas influence but that’s just a hypothesis.

🐳 She briefly played a love interest to Nate Fisher in Six Feet Under Season 4 (2003). Her character had really nice sheets but a not so nice personality.

🌵Also fun fact: she grew up in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Breaking Bad was set in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

🎬 I am seeing a pattern with actors that have had major roles they are known for like their legacy and their hometown/ancestry somehow being tied into that. Ex) Al Pacino in Scarface 🇮🇹, Chris Farley in Tommy Boy growing up in a Midwest town + son of a successful oil business man 🚗

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#5

Weird Places MC has Been Caught Sleeping In

- The railing of RAD. Next to the spiral staircase. Like just balancing in the banister

- The trunk of Mammon’s precious car

- Taped to Lucifer’s ceiling because they were supposed to be doing a prank

- On Levi’s PC. It was warm.

- Three feet in the air, hanging by a shoelace

- The stage of RAD during an award ceremony

- Almost the oven. Twice.

- On Diavolo’s shoulders, surprisingly

- On a stretcher. Don’t ask. You don’t wanna know.

- A blackjack table. Mammons fault not mine.

- A ladder in Satan’s library

- NOT THEIR BED.

299 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#4

Everyone is Staring at Yuu

Anon asked: dude imagine the first years walking around campus and everyone just staring at them bc yuu is freinds with someone from savannaclaw and disonmia(i know i spt that wrong) and its even weirder bc yuu is magicaless

"Dude..." Ace whispered to Deuce. "Everyone's looking at us really weirdly."

"Watcha lookin' at, huh?!" Epel sneered, sizing up a Octavinelle student.

"U-uh, nothing! Not you, of course!" They said in a rush. "Not that you're not worth looking at just uh-"

"Really now?" Epel seethed.

"Epel, let it go," Jack said, sighing. "C'mon."

"It is highly unprofessional of you to start a fight with another student!" Sebek yelled over at Epel.

"I'll show you professional when I shove my foot up your as-"

"Epel!" Jack pulled back the boy by his collar. "Sebek, disregard him."

The Diasomnia student scoffed. "Such a small threat wouldn't phase me. I am Waka-sama's personal guard, after all."

"I don't think they're looking at us..." Deuce whispered back, looking at the students staring.

In the middle of the group was Yuu, with Grim perched on their shoulder. The prefect was chewing on some jerky that they had on them, occasionally giving a piece to Grim.

"...I think they're looking at Yuu." Deuce completed his sentence.

"Woah, you're actually being smart for once?!" Ace exclaimed on an intentionally loud volume.

"It's not like you're much better, Ace." Yuu smirked, handing Grim a piece of jerky. "You're an idiot. But you're one of my idiots, so don't worry, heh."

Ace blushed a little before turning around and huffing. "Where are we going anyway?"

"I would like to know that as well! I can not slack off on my duty to protect Waka-sama! I should be back soon!" Sebek agreed.

"Oh just down to Sam's! I need some stuff and I've been saving tokens for weeks." Yuu replied. "And why do I feel so many eyes on me? Like this is creepy."

Grim looked up from his piece of jerky around at the people Yuu seemed to be talking about. "I dunno... Hey! Why are you starin' at us?!"

"U-uh... Nothing, nevermind." The called-out student stammered.

"It's alright, don't mind Grim." Yuu motioned for the student to come over with their hands. "C'mon."

Nervously, the student shuffled their way over to Yuu and the other first-years.

"Well?"

"Uhm... see... you're ...aquaintances? I don't know if that's the right word... but you seem to be familiar with the dorm head of both Savanahclaw and Diasomnia," They said, staring at the floor. "And no one's really ever talked with either so much as once, so you're kind of a... celebrity, I suppose."

"Me, a celebrity? Hah!" Yuu laughed. "I mean it is true that I'm friends with Leona and Tsunotarou, but surely more than I have talked to them."

"I wouldn't be too sure, Yuu." Jack nudged them.

"Yeah... the Diasomnia dormleader is kind of... scary."

"How dare you call Waka-sama scary!" Sebek yelled.

"Sebek, calm down. I don't think Tsunotarou minds." Yuu sighs. "You can go now."

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347 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

#3

If you don't mind or if you're requests are open can I request for a GEN Z MC?

Ofc :D

Gen Z!MC in the Devildom

This is so funny to me

Probably wouldn’t be surprised

“Huh, so the Karen’s were right.”

The demons would probably be extremely confused why you’re addressing a group of people with the name ’Karen’

You were pretty tame before learning that Lucifer picked you on an off-chance

That’s when you decided to make their lives hellish

Or well…

YOU GET THE POINT

Expect a lot of AC/DC and loud music to be blasting in your room

And then Mitski turns on because your playlist is a rollercoaster and you roll on the floor crying 🗿

And then it goes to hyperpop 💀

No one in that house will be getting any decent sleep

Don’t play uno

It wasn’t banned at one point

That was until you told Mammon about it

Why would you do that 😭

Broski made betting pools

Don’t do that again

Anywho

[SCENARIO]

You walk into the dining room in the morning

Most of the demon brothers are already there

You had stayed up most of the night watching TikTok’s on your smuggled human-world phone

You half yawning say, “So someone tried to bring back eating tide pods… like puhlease that was so 2015.”

You’re most definitely getting bombarded with questions

“MC… WHAT?!?” ⁃ “Tide… pods?”

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385 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#2

Smart AF Yuu

@theheavilyindulgentgoat asked: Umm… May I have a scenario where MC gets straight As in every single of their classes? And ever since they came to twst they've scored higher than both Riddle and Azul in every single class? I just….. really want to see how they'd react, especially since they can't really score higher than 100… Oh my gosh!!! And imagine… If Riddle n Azul manage to score higher than MC cause MCs grades are usually in the high 90s to 100s… But when they brag or tease MC about it they're just unfazed!!! Sorry if this is long. I was just struck with the irresistible urge to be better than the love of my life Riddle and academic rival Azul. Thank you, and have a lovely day.

Yuu. The Ramshackle prefect. The smartest bitch in the godforsaken NRC. The person that two students absolutely despise.

Azul and Riddle, who used to always fight each other for the top spot, now share a common enemy. Yuu.

Yuu's grades are... perfect. The Perfect Prefect. Shut up.

The lowest grade Yuu had gotten was a 97. A NINETY-FUCKING-SEVEN.

Riddle is seething. His year is ruined. His life is ruined. Yuu ruined his life.

Azul might cry. He's stressed. Mountains of paper were on different parts of his room.

They both hated Yuu. They wanted to punch the smug look off of Yuu's face.

During the big test where the Adeuce duo + Grim gain anemones on their heads, both housewardens beat Yuu by a couple measly points.

When they go up to rub it in their face, what Yuu says inrages them even more.

"It's bound to happen, after all; I've been in this world for far less of a time than you were. Congratulations of your 98's, both of you!" They clap a few times before walking away, going to find their idiots.

Azul and Riddle hate Yuu.

Yuu has got to go.

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467 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My sister, texting me. And my response

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Uhh... NSFW for Zev ig...

Zev is a bottom, you cannot change my mind. I also see him especially being into degradation and bondage. Go crazy, go stupid

Oh I have plenty of nsfw thoughts for Zev trust me, I am in fact going crazy, going stupid

As soon as they're an Avarian that's not Guy(or j*sper) I'm just like MMM WHORKNEE😩😩

Like I made a banner for him for a reason

Ha ha the amount of fanfiction I've written for this man and I don't even think mc has ever had a positive interaction with him💀💀

I literally have 5 WIPs for the man, the legend, THE prince Zev Avari, third in line and youngest Avarian son.

I bully him but I also would like to have sex with him.

He's dreamy, even with his 2016 skater boy hair cut🥰🥰

Anyway-

5 work in progress fanfucs 4 of them being smut and would you believe me if i said bottom Zev has actually never crossed my mind

But ya know what hell yeah!!

Zev's literally a slut

Look at him

He's a slut

Bro wait-

Hold on o just thought of something

Nah I'm jumping straight into this imagine, the wheels are already turning

Imagine this☆:

"Do you not think this is a tad excessive?" "There's so much more I can do to you, you got the long end of the stick." His wrists were tied behind his back but he was otherwise free, retrained nonetheless but still mobile if he so chose. His hands were the only things bound together yet he behaved as if he were hogtied. Zev sat on a chair in front of you, shirt falling off his shoulders fully unbuttoned, as well as his pants. You presented him like a meal waiting to be devoured, the foil peeled back just enough for anticipations sake. "Long end of the stick??" You lightly backhanded his cheek in warning before setting yourself down on his legs. The first sign of struggling when he unconsciously tries to reach for you, tugging against the ties on his wrist. "Don't struggle." You caressed his cheek, tucking a blond strand of hair behind his ear in faux comfort. You ran your hands down his exposed toned chest before reaching for his open pants caressing the bulge beneath his underwear. "I cannot touch you? Why you devil~" You rolled your eyes at his attempt to flirt before squeezing him harshly through his boxers. "Aht!" "You will only watch. You can't touch me. You can't cum. I'll use your pathetic cock as a toy and you will behave yourself." Left to silence under your hard gaze and grip on his cock he obeyed, submitting to you. While physically stronger than you and only his hands having been tied, he could still flip the tables at any moment, hell he could just stand up and yet– "Good boy." –he dosen't. You hiked up your skirt, freeing his stiff cock from its confines, tapping his tip against the damp fabric of your panties. Zev sucked in a breath as he felt you through the thin fabric that separated your sex, clenching his fists behind his back. You teased the head over your clothed pussy, smearing the arousal all over the seat of your panties. "... you're so wet, do I make you--" "Shut up." You slapped a hand over his lips stopping his speech. "Did I not tell you to behave?" You grind against Zevs cock for a while longer until it was burning with need, the tip an angry red and twitching every time he brushed your folds through your underwear. Giving into your own needs you pulled your panties to the side, sliding down on his dick, filling you up to the brim. Sitting flush to his hips you circled your hips a low moan on your lips watching as Zevs entire body tightened, clenching his teeth to hold himself back from cumming right there and then. "Mmm.. your slutty cock's inside me Zev... think I'm gonna make myself cum with it~" you teased as you rose and fell, effectively bouncing on his cock. "You'll watch me get myself off, wont you? Use you like a dildo, yes?"