#it took me awhile to figure it lmao

[fishnotfoundie]

Unbound.

(zombie au by @/cyber_mush on twt)

[skelerangart]

Besties!!!!

[synthshenanigans]

me when im forest for the trees idk i dont watch chonny jash

alt saturated one below v

also time on ibis cos god this took almost 40 hours

[silk-bullet]

“is this.. for me?.” Your eyes flicked up to him, standing there stiff, face completely red, holding out a small bundle of various [F/C] coloured flowers towards you.

His eyes which have been glued to his feet the entire time, looked up to you just briefly to give you a light nod.

You smiled, and gently took the flowers from his hands. You stared at it in awe examining the each of the flowers, clearly hand arranged by the lack of consistency between the types of flowers and size. He did this himself, he did this for you. Your heart fluttered

“Uh.. sorry it’s nothing special, I really didn’t know what to do..” he mumbled, switching between watching you through his lashes and fidgeting with his hands.

You ignored his comment for just a moment, plucking a single flower from the bunch, then turning your attention on him.

You reached over and gingerly tilted his chin up to look at you, his eyes wide watching you and glittering in curiosity, you gently planted the [F/C] bloom in his hair.

“It’s perfect, and It’s very special, Genya.” You replied, finally.

It took him a few seconds to process what had happened, he fluttered his eyes, then he slowly reached up and touched the petals, his eyes then shyly drifted down to your smiling form.

You giggled “Silly Genya. if you’re that worried about doing this right, then next thing to do would be to take me on a date, right?.“

His eyes lit up “Y-Yes!!.” He nodded along with his words, the flower nearly coming flying out of his hair.

I come bearing crumbs!, not great but not my worst I guess , dunno, I can only write when I’m exhausted apparently.

[teojira]

Just a thought! Godzilla who tolerates human and mothera who absolutely adores the human and wants to keep it like a little pet is so funny to me

[I want a baby. We are two titans.] [Headcanons]

Summary: Mothra has a soft spot for you and Gojira takes it upon himself to see you, a human. He will not fall victim to your charms.

Word count: 700+

Pronouns: Gender neutral!

Warnings: None that I can possibly think of! Do lmk if I need to though!

A/N: First Goji and Mothra request!! Thank you so much!! I hope these are okay anon! Kinda made it to where it's the set up lore for this request bc that's where my brain took me lmao.

You're not particularly of note, you're nothing, sorry to say it special. No secret heritage, no secret connection to Monarch before meeting the moth titan, but when you find yourself face to face with her, you feel calm and safe.

She's radiating warmth and comfort and quietly as she can squeaks at you, trying to bid you closer to her.

A bad idea really, extremely bad idea but she just looks so soft and loving, so you walk up to her and gently rest a hand on her head, running your fingers through her fuzz.

It's clear She's very sweet on you, she can't always be by your side, having to do her duties as the queen of monsters but she will visit, she also somehow knows where you are at all times.

After the first encounter, Monarch realized they could use you to help locate her so you now have a decent cushy life as the Mothra whisperer among the two twins, the Ziyis.

Dr. Chen is absolutely fascinated to hear about your connection to Mothra, she's one of your main friends in the company who comes to visit you often.

Mothra never lingers for long, but she comes by to visit and rests with you awhile, allowing you to pet and climb on her if you wish, though she makes panicked noises if you accidental stumble, she doesn't really have alot of arm to catch you so girl is NERVOUS.

You're her little human, she'd hate to see you get hurt, regardless if she knows she can fix it.

Goji knows where Mothra is going, to see a human, and he's very against, trying to growl and grunt his point of view to Mothra, but she will have none of it. He rolls his eyes and thumps his tail, trying to emphasize that it is a bad idea and it'll get her hurt.

Mothra has never listened to a man and will not do so now, so she continues her visits with you, coming to him smelling of human.

At this point, he's gonna come see you himself, Mothra is beautiful, caring and a more peaceful titan.

Goji is not, which is why he has no issues with breaching the water next to the Monarch base and coming to find you.

He does take SOME care to not needlessly destroy everything around him, staying in the water and just standing there menacingly as fuck, everyone freaks the fuck out until Mothra follows him, resting on his back, her appendages wrapped gently on Gojis scales.

That's when they figure to send you out, neither Kaiju are attacking, but they know very clearly of Mothra's soft spot for you, so it's a insurance that she'd step in against her husband if he goes rouge.

So they send you out, you humming a village song that Dr.Chen taught you, alerting Mothra of your presence.

She flaps her wings excitedly, leaving her spot on Goji to get to you, her wings enclose the two of you, her way of giving you a hug.

Goji grumbles but gets closer, moving to lay his chest on the ground so he can get a good look at you.

You're so, squishy looking, kinda stupid looking as well, with your big eyes trained on him in fear.

He brings his snout closer, his breath making your hair blow around your face.

Mothra let's out a noise, probably a warning to her King to not do anything stupid.

You can see his visibly roll his fucking eyes at her and then he trains his eyes on yours, directly making eye contact.

He then exhales, the gust of wind knocking you over from the force, he laughs. He honest to god LAUGHS AT YOU.

You can't help but laugh back, from nerves and the fact that he seems so eerily human in this instant.

Mothra slaps him with one of her arms, shaking her head at him, speaking in a language you're sure only exists between them.

Goji uses the tip of his tail to give you something to prop yourself up against, you didn't scream of fear, he hasn't been shot at yet, he figures you're alright, for a human.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

[fastboatsmojito]

Hi lovely!! Biggest congrats on 100 followers! Can I request ❛ when was the last time someone fucked you? ❜ and ❛ stop teasing and just put it in already. ❜ for Carmy?

( the whore in me wants to ask for roommate au but pls feel free to do whatever speaks to you)

YEAHHHHH

“When was the last time someone fucked you” + “stop teasing and just put it in already” from these smutty dialogue prompts for my 100 followers party!

| a/n; I can’t stop writing these softer than I mean to I’m sorry 😭

| cw; 18+ smut btc !! Roommate trope, he’s a little mean if u squint but not really, fingering, implied PnV, filthy fingers in ur mouth ?? lmao

| wc; 794

You kept telling yourself it was good that you were just roommates, there was zero chance you’d be able to deal with all the late nights and constant steady-stream-of-busyness that seemed to follow him around anyway.

And you’d be correct if it wasn’t also the hardest thing you’ve ever done, having to keep your thoughts to yourself whenever he’d walk around the apartment in those tight white t-shirts. Mentally cursing yourself for not looking away and cursing him all the same for being so clueless.

You ignored it for a while, biting back jokes about how he got so toned working in restaurants as he walked into the kitchen for a snack after a shower, towel sitting just above his v-line that you’d convince yourself wasn’t haunting you - following him with your eyes anyway.

You kept it all to yourself for both yours and Carmys sake, not wanting to ruin one of the steadiest relationships in his life, even if he did feel the same way.

Though it got increasingly harder when you couldn’t compensate with other people anymore - the dating scene in Chicago was rough and it showed, coming back home after your roommate for the first time since you could remember after a disappointing date.

He was on the couch when you walked in, sighing as you took off your shoes and smiling to yourself when you looked over to see him half asleep on the couch. Likely exhausted from work, waking himself up only when the remote fell out of his hands resting over the top of the couch.

He stretched his arms before looking at you, giving you one of those classic carmy sleepy smiles you could only describe as subconscious.

“Hey, how’d your date go?” He asked, sitting up and scooting over to give you room to sit down. You didn’t feel like getting into it really, especially not when he was so liable to coax a secret out of you.

“Shitty?” He answered for you when you didn’t respond, slumping down into the couch and nodding.

“Not great, yeah.”

“Sorry.” He hummed in understanding and said it sincerely, like he’d done something wrong, reaching a hand over to squeeze your shoulder. And maybe you were just sleepy too, just emotionally exhausted and clinging onto the warmth radiating from his palm but he didn’t move it away, letting his hand linger until you looked back over at him.

Speaking your name into the low-lit room, his voice blending into the usual Chicago winds outside the window, and surely he wasn’t actually looking at you like that. Like he was trying to figure out how to make it up to you, trying to solve all your problems in his own head.

He mumbled something to himself then, when you shifted in your seat and your dress rode up just above your mid thigh. You didn’t hear it really, but all the sleepiness on his face was suddenly gone.

“When’s the last time someone fucked you?” He said it so abrupt and casually you thought you made it up, taken aback as he just looked at you, hand unmoving on your shoulder.

“I don’t, uh-“ You shook your head, trying to wake yourself up for what was obviously a dream, taking a deep breath before answering him when he didn’t take your confusion as an opening to explain himself.

“It’s been awhile, I guess.” You shrugged, crossing your arms when he moved his hand from your shoulder.

“Mhm. That’s all you need, isn’t it? Staring at me all the time like you want something, so why don’t take it?” He was challenging you, tempting you to do the very thing you’d just gotten good at convincing yourself not to do.

Leaning back against the couch, his lap practically inviting you in as you waited for your brain to let your body do what it was screaming at you to do, and finally giving up when he patted his lap like he was giving you permission.

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He was even better than you’d imagined, leisurely working you open with his fingers just enough that you were ready for him and begging for more, retracting them only when your absentminded praises got less and less coherent.

“Carmy, stop teasing and put it in already.” You pleaded, nails digging into his back as he admired the string connecting his still-wet fingers.

“You telling me what to do now?” He scolded, and if you weren’t seconds away from getting what you’d waited so long for you might have built up the courage to be been a little meaner.

“Please.”

“Patience.” He corrected, leaning over you to guide his fingers into your mouth, warm lips meeting your head when you opened your mouth to accommodate them.

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[derangedanomaly]

Nightmare having an ex wife he still loves but hates in a way(Lies all lies he won't admit it), she is an Guardian like him, and no matter what they can't cancel out in powers, why they are evenly matched out no matter what happens.

So back to what I was saying, Nightmare has an Ex Wife, The Guardian of The Night (Or semi moon), They technically got 'divorced' during his transformation from passive, although she tried to he supportive she couldn't carry on with him so she had to eventually let go of him, dream never did get her on their side but she didn't join the bad guys either, every once in a while Dream tries to convince her but ofc she's not choosing sides and all that bs.

How you think the Star sans (Ink&Blue) and Bad sans(Horror, Killer& Dust) would react when they eventually figure out that nightmare has an Ex wife who cancels him out in terms of strength and everything else?

Lmao, I find this request funny. Like, imagine Nightmare, being his normal asshole self, and then when it comes to his ex, he's like- a leaf (strength wise) when it comes to her.

MASTERLIST

BAD SANSES AND STAR SANSES MEETING NIGHTMARES EX WHO'S STRONGER THAN HIM

BAD SANSES:

Killer, Dust and Horror were sitting in the kitchen, talking about their recent missions, when Nightmare suddenly bursted into the room.

They all jumped, when they set their eyes on Nightmare. "What got him in a frenzy now?" Killer leaned to whisper to them, while snickering. Dust could only shrug, as Horror kept on munching on his food.

"QUICK. PACK YOUR BAGS." Nightmare demanded, as he searched the kitchen for any food he could take on his journey. They all looked at him like he was crazy, well- it's not like he isn't, but still.

"Pack our bags? Why?" Dust stood up from his seat, and put his hands in his hoodies pockets. "Do not question me." The three exchanged uncertain looks, as they couldn't take him seriously, while he was in this frenzy.

A sudden unknown voice stopped them from asking more questions.. "Hello, Nightmare." Nightmare stiffened, when he heard that voice, he could recognize it anywhere.. They all looked towards the entrance in interest, making eye contact with a woman.

"Woah.. who's this woman, boss?" Killer decided to cut the tension, as he took a sip from his energy drink. You took on a gentle smile, now going towards the boys. Speaking to them with almost a motherly tone. "Ah, how lovely to finally meet you all. My name's Y/n. And I'm Nightmares ex." Killer choked on his drink, hearing that. Nightmare quietly grumbled in annoyance, and embarrassment. How humiliating...

Dust lit up a cigarette, because he couldn't do this anymore, without it. He puffed out a smoke, facing you with a tired look. "Boss has an ex?" "BOSS HAD A LOVER!?" Killer yelled next, as Dust grumbled at his yelling. "Boss...is afraid...of you..?" You couldn't help but giggle at them. They were so cute.. you couldn't help but take on the motherly role in this situation.

And that's exactly what you did..

At first, you only came to negotiate with Nightmare about something, but then- you couldn't help it but embarrass him in front of his 'underlings'.

You told them all about your relationship with Nightmare. They looked pretty interested, even more interested when you told them that you're stronger than him.. they were in awe. While Nightmare...felt absolutely embarrassed.. good riddance..

THE STAR SANSES:

Dream, Ink and Swap were standing in front of an unknown doorway. "Soo.... what's our mission today, Dream?" Ink asked, with interest. He's never seen this house before. It looked well kept. Flowers were littered everywhere...it looked pretty cozy and homey. "We're going to an old friend of mine." They both nodded to Dream's answer.

Dream took a deep breath, before finally deciding to knock on the door. After awhile of waiting, and Ink's constant yapping, a woman came out from the house. You smiled warmly, seeing Dream's form. "Hello, Dream." He returned your smile, and was about to speak. But was interrupted by Ink. "GOD DAMN-" "SHUT UP INK" A long silence ensued, as Dream huffed in frustration, while you stared wide-eyed.

"sorry about him..." He gave you an apologetic look, as you only smiled. Completely relaxed. "It's fine." "Anyways- we-" Ink went up to you, pushing Dream aside. You've noticed his eyes, that changed shapes and colors. You couldn't help but stare intently in them. His left eye was a pink heart, while the other was a yellow circle. "Excuse me, are you a super model?? OR A GODDESS?!" Your face hald a gentle smile now. You leaned down to look at him a little better. "Aren't you sweet?" Ink's cheeks gained a rainbow color, as he stared at you with an opened mouth.

"Ink! Stop acting like this towards the nice lady!" Swap scolded him, pulling him away from you, while Ink still stared at you. "It's fine, nothing can surprise you anymore when you've dated the king of negativity himself." Dream huffed, as a complete silence consumed them. "YOU'VE DATED NIGHTMARE?!" "Does that mean you're single?!"

What a lovely bunch.. you can't wait to tell them all about Nightmare..

From the far distance:

"..."

"Are you alright, boss?" Dust asked him, staring at him, weirded out. "...I feel like someone's talking about me..."

[sakuralovespossums]

Had this idea for awhile !!, this scenario is for Nathan, but how would he react/think if he and his s/o met Peter Steele. You have fun with how they meet :) I’m also curious of what Nathan would think of Peter’s concert performances and music (can you tell how much I love Peter Steele lmao srry).

Go crazy and have fun with it. And remember to always care of yourself, have a good day or night !!!

Sorry it took me so long to answer!! Finals and vacations took over my life lately 😅

But that’s a really interesting idea! I think if Type O Negative (and all other real life bands) existed in the Metalocalypse universe, they’d still be popular but nowhere near Deathklok’s level

But I think Nathan would still have at least heard of Peter and have a level of respect/admiration for him for his music skills and dedication. I can see him showing Murderface one of their videos to judge his bass playing (he’d say he’s alright)

I’d say Peter would also respect Nathan as a musician/lead singer, but remain uncaring about him as a person (idk he just strikes me that way) like he doesn’t care if Nathan’s some super famous untouchable figure, he treats him like any other dude he’d meet on the streets

There’s also women. We all know how much Peter practically worshipped them (that’s why I love him ❤️) and I think he’d empathize with Nathan’s desire to find that special someone since that’s all he ever wanted too 😭 they both get how hard it can be to find her when your so famous and have all these fans who only love you for your looks or reputation (and also dealing with crazy exes)

I don’t think Peter would take kindly to Deathklok’s misogynistic attitude towards women in general tho. If he was in the episode where they introduce Abigail, I bet you he would have kicked their asses for talking to her like that

Nathan and Peter def had a singing match to see who sings the deepest

As for Peter meeting you, dear s/o, he’d treat you with the same respect and courtesy as he does with any other woman he meets and gently kiss your hand (then violently head butt Nathan)

[cementcornfield]

Sooooo-How was it???

it was super fun!! well, i say that, but we all saw that game lol, it was definitely an agonizing 2nd and 3rd quarter. if my brother in law hadn’t taken it upon himself to get me constant refills of vodka sodas i don’t know what i’d have done lmao. 

anyway, i just got home and here’s some rambling about everything below the cut if anyone is interested! 

football thoughts

we got the win, so thank god. i know it was an ugly one, but jesus christ did we need it. the season isn’t saved at 2-4 by any means, but at least it’s not COMPLETELY ruined yet.  defense stepping up was great to see! bj, trey, and dj in particular seemed like they were everywhere they needed to be when they needed to be there, which was awesome. and yeah, i know it was daniel jones and the giants, but they just beat a pretty decent seahawks team and were actually a playoff team two years ago, so i’ll take it for now! like as bad as our defense has been, it certainly hasn’t helped that we’ve been going against some of the top offenses in the league like the ravens and commanders. so it’s good to see them hold an opponent off that we should have been able to hold off, you know? 

special teams also was awsome! ryan rehkow’s punts are really cool to see in person! (they go so high!!) 

offense….well. um. we could use some work there! what was it, 5 punts in a row and then a fumble?? yikes yikes yikes. play calling…. execution…. all of it was a problem. but i guess they just couldn’t find a rhythm with that d-line, which is definitely one of the toughest in the league, so i get it. but we better start figuring it out by next week with myles garrett…

off the field, sideline thoughts

joe’s 47 yard TD was insane though!!! seeing that in person was wild because of how excited all the bengals fans were and how horrified the giants fans were lmao. and the way he dove right through the pylon at the end had me so scared he didn’t actually make it, it’s so stressful when no one is commentating and telling you exactly what’s going lol. but joe doing his flex!!! and ja’marr and tee and the rest of the guys running up to him! we got a pinky shake!!! ja’marr flexing back?!?! come on. that was adorable! 

speaking of adorable celebrations, after bj tipped that ball that led to germaine’s interception, they had a cute moment on the sideline that i wish i’d captured. they did a little hand shake/celebration thing, and then kind of just like, held onto each other’s arms for way longer than i thought they would lmao. i love those two, their dynamic needs to be talked about more! (and they were roommates etc etc) 

but other than that, it wasn’t really a game for a lot of cute moments 😔 mostly everyone was just frustrated on the sidelines! ja’marr couldn’t sit still and kept getting up to pace around (which feels very On Brand, so that was nice confirmation.) joe would stare intensely at his ipad and sometimes wander off to stand on his own for awhile and watch the game lol. i found it interesting that no one tried to interact with him in those moments, that must be something that he just does sometimes and everyone is used to it! 

OH at one point joe was super pissed after a play, i think it must have been one of his sacks, and you could tell he wanted to, if not slam, at least forcefully place his helmet back on the stand. but as he was about to do it, he noticed that jake’s helmet was in his spot lol. so he had to pause in his angry ritual and move jake’s helmet, and then just kind of sadly set the helmet down instead, poor guy, even that couldn’t go right :( 

and then the very scary part was when joe took that BIG hit and they made him go in the blue tent!!! god i was so drunk and confused and scared at that point, i had to hold my sister’s hand the whole time he was in there. but, thankfully he wasn’t in there long, and he came out looking even more pissed that they made him go in in the first place lmao. 

that’s about all i got! it was a really fun experience and i’m glad i got to see a W! wasn’t quite the week though for a lot of cute moments for sure. but oh well! i’ll see if i have any pictures or videos worth posting…. 

[m0-th]

Hey, yep I'm gonna turn this into a series! I'm going to do art of fictional AI characters from different series lol

DAY 1: Kinito Pet

Human Kinito! Took me awhile to figure out a good design for him that won't make him a cute anime boy, but make him look like a middle aged man :']👍

RANDOM HEADCANONS OF THE CHARACTER :]:

-age 26 (I think that's cannon?)

-human height is 6"8, his normal axolotl self is like what, cannonly 8ft tall?(Edit: OOOOKKKAAY NVM KINITO IS CANNONLY 10FT TALL WHNE HE'S OUT OF HIS GAME, MY BAD :'/)Lmao

- the oldest of the AI characters (treats Monika and Giffany like his own nieces, AM... Exists, John Doe is a different species to Kinito and Kinito hopes Peter dies from a house fire :])

- he's the supportive/ally straight uncle. If it's pride month and he doesn't have a pride flag to show support, he'll probably use a twister pad and say that's close enough XD.

[thesetrashimagines]

You’re a Curse Baby Pt.9

A Jujutsu Kaisen Imagine (reader insert)

Warnings: mentions of suicide/self sacrifice, fighting,

GIF IS NOT MINE!

Pt.8

AN: Hey guys.....so it's been 3 years....my life has completely changed since I started this fic and I'm very sorry to have paused it for so long. But I've had the urge to get back into writing. This will be the last part of the series that follows the OG storyline. I'll be going off-script and into a new timeline written by me😈. Hope y'all are ready for a new chapter (and hopefully not too many slow updates) sorry for the extreme authors note but you deserved to know lmao.

“You still okay back there?” Gojo jostled you, neither of you have spoken for quite awhile. The storm overhead was mostly gone, nothing but an overcast left to show your mood. You wordlessly nodded against his shoulder. “You wanna tell me what’s been going on?” He turned to take the path that led back to the old shrine. “I figured out how to exercise other curses.....along with myself.” The white haired man’s step faltered, “That patchwork curse, he can manipulate souls and since I can touch souls and go through memories, I thought maybe I could also manipulate souls. I was able to make contact with his soul and during our fight I could feel our energies merging so I started to use my energy to exercise him.” Gojo stayed quiet as you spoke, “He had a strong grip on me so I decided it would be best if I killed both of us. It was easy, all I had to do was turn our cursed energy into life energy and then let our souls slowly dwindle.” The older man stepped over pieces of the broken temple. “But you were unsuccessful.” You nodded against his back again.

“Yes he has much more experience with souls then I do, he was able to pull away.” You let one hand go back and rub at your sore eyes, “After the mission my body was weak, probably the weakest it’s ever been. I tried to heal myself and repair my soul at the same time.” Gojo spoke, “That doesn’t sound very smart.” You slumped against his back, “No it wasn’t. My body couldn’t take the constant rise and fall of my energy. Every piece of my soul that came back, my cursed energy doubled, and since I was using it to also heal my wounds, it would fall back down to a low level.” You looked over to the old broken temple, “I thought it would be okay since I knew I’d be here, the less energy the less I’d be detected.” Gojo slowed to a stop and turned his head back to you, “And?” You stared back at his black blindfold, “I pushed everything down, my energy came back tenfold and tore through all of the walls I put up, it made me panic and I ran into the woods outside of the event. I bumped into some low grade curses, they had me trapped and unable to move so I did the only thing I could and let my energy free again. I might’ve accidentally started a fire.” Gojo laughed and placed you on your feet, “From what I seen and heard, you’ve caused a few fires.” You looked at your hands sheepishly, “Yeah...” The sorcerer watched as your eyebrows pinched together, “But that’s not when I lost control.” Your hands shook, “My emotions....that curse said that it was there to kill you and hurt everyone else. I couldn’t stop myself from feeling scared, then I got angry, so angry.” Your voice became small and quiet, “I wanted to kill them. I was so blind with rage I almost-” Your hand smack over your mouth as a sob escaped your lips.

Gojo watched as guilt and shame over took you, your sobs echoed throughout the forest as you crumbled to the floor. It was obvious you felt bad for whatever had happened. “What did you almost do Y/n?” Your hands planted themselves on the ground as you leaned forward, tears fell from your eyes and drop to the soil, little wet patches spotted the dirt. You heaved and hiccupped, Gojo went to your side and sat down, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “I almost- I almost killed Yuji.” Your resolve had completely broken, the storm had come back loud and unforgiving, the rain fell to the Earth in fat droplets and thunder rumbled. To Gojo’s surprise there was no lightning dancing across the sky, had you exhausted yourself? He turned his eyes back to you and saw your hands covering your face as you cried, small purple tentacles played on your skin and hopped from tear drop to tear drop that rolled down your hands and arms. He looked at the hand he had on your back, the little sparks flitted about, halting themselves before getting to close to his skin. He finally understood.

“You’re scared of yourself.” His words caused you to curl further into yourself, “You didn’t kill Yuji, he’s fine.” Your head shook violently, “Gojo I almost killed him!” You finally turned to look at him, your face was wet with tears, eyes almost grey in colour and rimmed red. The blood and dirt on your face was close to being gone from your tears and constant rubbing. “But you didn’t.” Your face scrunched up and your hands lifted into the air, “Don’t you understand?! I almost killed him! I almost took his life away! Again! They were right, I’m a monster, a good for nothing curse!” Your head dropped back into your hands as you continued to ramble,  “He tackled me to the ground and I thought I was getting attacked again, I almost hit him...” You clenched your eyes shut, “His eyes, he looked at me with so much fear, he was scared of me...” The first flash of lightening darted across the sky.

“You didn’t kill him though. You were able to stop yourself.” A hand grabbed onto yours and pulled them away from your face. “And from how I saw the two of you were after the fight, I would guess he understood that you were acting on instincts.” Gojo tilted his head down to try and meet your eyes, “It’s normal to act on instincts, that’s kinda what they’re made for.” When you didn’t react to his little quip, he knew you were still shaken. “What if next time I can’t stop myself?” Your eyes fluttered up to his. “Do you want to hurt Yuji?” Your eyebrows furrowed, “No.” A smile spread on Gojo’s face, “Then you don’t have to worry about that.” He leaned back on his hands, “It’s a good thing I have my infinity on,” You looked up and realized how dry he was compared to you and the surrounding area, “Or I’d look like a wet rat like you.” You sniffled and smirked. A hand came down to your shoulder, “Don’t sell yourself short Y/n, You’re stronger than you think.” He groaned a little as he stood up.

“You may be a curse but there is a streak of humanity in you.” He bent at the waist, “How bout we train after the exchange event? Hm? Just you and me.” A small smile graced your features, “Okay...” He straightened up with a shout, “Alright!” The sun peered back down over the forest, glistening off of the rain drops. Gojo turned and started to walk away, “Come on baby curse, we still have an event to finish!” He put his arms behind his head as he walked forward, you dawdling on behind him like a baby duck. He wasn’t worried you would snap, you were too worried about keeping him and the others safe and happy. He knew why you were constantly trying to please him, you were created on the feelings of abandonment and among many other emotions but he knew you would do anything to stay with him and his students. You were loyal and you would rather die then you break it. Yes you were a ticking bomb at times but nothing like a few words helped you calm down. The bond and trust you had with Gojo and his students was incredible. Gojo knew of your attachment to the them but he’d be lying if he didn’t say he was a little attached to you too.

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“So how is it possible that you get along with a gorilla like Todo?” Nobara nibbled on her pizza. “Well the two of us got along but it was like, I mean I do remember everything but it feels like I wasn’t exactly myself at the time.” Megumi looked uninterested in Yuji’s and Nobara’s conversation, his eyes drifted over to you where you sat off to the side staring down at your lap. You haven’t said a word or moved since Gojo came in and placed you in the chair, something was obviously bothering you but Megumi wasn’t sure how to ask.

“What do you mean? Were you drinking?” The girls voice brought him back to reality.

“You seriously believe I could’ve been drinking liquor in a situation like that? That would’ve been insane.” Yuji turned his attention to Megumi, “Anyways I’m just glad your injuries weren’t too serious Fushiguro, to your health and this pizza.” Yuji took a large bite from his slice while Nobara had another small piece. The dark haired boy looked between his friends, “You guys could’ve brought me something easier to digest.”

“No complaining.” Nobara spoke with her mouth open.

“Apparently I got off easier because my cursed was all gone and Ieiri was able to fix me up as soon as the roots were removed.” Megumi saw your ears perk up at the mention of his injuries. “Oh so that’s what happened?” Yuji swallowed his food. “You should know, you fought against them too didn’t you?” The pink haired boy nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “Itadori,” Megumi turned to Yuji who paused with his mouth open midbite, “You know you’ve grown a lot stronger. Before we both said that we stood by our convictions, I still think that’s true. But then on the other hand you could we’re both wrong about all of that.” Out of the corner of his eye, Megumi saw you turn you head slightly towards him, dimly glowing grey lilac eyes watching him. “Some question don’t have any answers,” Nobara placed her face on her palm, “Don’t think so hard, you’ll go bald.” Megumi sighed, “You’re right. I know it’s just a matter of trying to accept it.” He looked down at his bedding, “But why accept something you don’t want, only weak sorcerers do that. So I’ve decided,” His dark eyes met Yuji’s brown ones, “I’ll surpass you.” Yuji let out a laugh, “You never change.” Nobara looked at the two boys annoyed, “Did I get left out of the conversation again?”

“I don’t think it makes you weak.” The trio turned to look at you, “Wouldn’t not knowing the answer make you strong? Since you are constantly looking for it, wouldn’t that make you brave? Or that one word, um...courageous?”

Nobara let out a bit of air, “Why does the curse always sound so wise.” You all laughed a little.

“There you go, that’s my brother and his friends for ya.”

You let out a yelp and fell off your chair, Todo had shown up out of nowhere at the end of Megumi’s bed. Yuji shot out of his seat and ran for the door, Todo hot on his tail. “Wait where are you going brother? Wait hold on!” The two sprinted, “Look I’m grateful for you but come on, give me a break!” Yuji jumped onto the roof.

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The sun beat down on you as you sat in the dugout. “I can tell somethings been bothering you.” You tore your eyes off of Yuji and looked at Megumi in surprise, “I mean no one was okay after that fight but it seems like there’s something else going on with you.” You glanced down at the white baseball uniform you were forced to put on, “I feel like I betrayed everyone.” Megumi tried not to let shock cover his face. “Before the exchange event I did something I never thought I could do....I almost exercised my own soul.” Megumi’s eyes widened this time, “What do you m-”

“In the moment I thought it was the best plan. Afterwards though my cursed energy was extremely low, I was barely alive. The healing process was difficult, I was using my cursed energy to heal myself and try to repair the damage I had caused to my essence. I guess the constant use of my energy to heal and for my soul to regenerate was too much for me, it was like being in a tsunami, one minute the tide was low and then the next my senses would flood and every wall I put up was being destroyed.” You took a deep breath, “The days leading up to the exchange event I buried everything down and decided I would try to deal with it later but when I was in those woods...” Your mind wandered back to when you were almost consumed by the flower curse, “I ran into some curses outside of the perimeter and I was trapped. Since I buried everything, I could feel all of it pushing against the blockades, it was like I was the storm this time.” Megumi watched you pick at the fabric of your shorts, “I lost control...” Your fingers gripped the white fabric, “Then I lost it again when I was fighting that curse. I was so angry, so filled with hate, all I felt was kill. Kill, kill ,kill, there wasn’t another thought in my mind. They wanted to hurt you, Gojo, everyone and I couldn’t let that happen.” The dark haired sorcerer stared at you for awhile then ruffled your hair, “You’re okay now, we all are. You were able to pull yourself back and that’s what matters.” You swatted his hand away which made him chuckle. He and Gojo had said the same thing, you were able to snap out of it and that makes you strong. Even with their encouraging words there’s still a looming fear that sits at the back of your mind. What if you can’t stop yourself next time? You never want someone to look at you in fear, like Yuji had, ever again.

“Kugisaki snapped! It’s a free for all!” Yuji’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

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You were playing outfield, furthest away and closest to the tree line. The first few plays went well but then there was another home run. Hit straight into the forest behind you, of course you wanted to win so you ran as fast as you could into the woodland. You could just see the ball soaring through the sky, smacking into leaves so hard they detached from the branches and fell to the ground. Your neck strained as you stared up at the flying sphere, you were right underneath it but then your sight was filled with brown then green then blackness. Your foot throbbed just a tiny bit, lifting your head up from the ground you noticed a tree root had tripped you up. Letting out a groan you pushed yourself up, "Stupid tree." Standing you looked around the forest for the ball. There was no sight of the white sphere.

"I lost it..." Pouting, you continued to walk around the trees in search for the baseball. In the distance you could hear leaves rustling, thinking it was someone on your team you called out, "Hey! Did you find it?" Running towards the noise, you pushed some branches out of the way and ended up in a small clearing. The sun peaked through the treetops and shined down on a large mass hunched over. It had large shoulders, the flesh stretched over muscle, the bones of its spine poked out from under it's skin, it's thighs were as large as you were, maybe even bigger, covering it was tattered pieces of a dirtied pink fabric. From where you were standing you couldn't see it's face, it's hunched over form obscured whatever you might've seen of the front of its body.

At the sound to your voice, the creatures head shot up. Long dark brown hair flinging around wildly before settling on the creatures big shoulders. It didn't turn towards you, just sat on its haunches, back stiff straight. A small voice came from the creatures direction, "What's wrong Mama?" A little pale blue boyish face peeked around the creatures large knee. Big round eyes gawked at the sight of you, and just when you made eye contact, the little boy disappeared behind the creature again. "Mama someone's here." The young voice wavered a bit. The long brown hair shifted forward and fell down as the creature looked down at the small boy then the creature let out a chuff and whined. Clenching your hands tight in nervousness, you spoke, "I'm sorry for scaring you, I promise I'm not here to hurt you. I've lost a ball and I need to find it." The large creature flinched at the sound of your voice and curled it's massive arms around, what you could only assume, the little boy in front of it. Despite the grip on the boy, he managed to wriggle to his way above the large forearms and looked at you again. "This ball?" He raised his small hand and in it sat your baseball. You nodded, "Yeah that one! You found it! Could I have it back?" The large round eyes filled with tears, "But I don't wanna give it back." The boy started to cry causing the creature to swaddle him and, for the first time, you saw the creatures face as it threw a glare over it's shoulder at you. She had a light brown eyes, a large brow bone which was furrowed as she glared at you, a button shaped nose, and a pair of pink lips which were set in a deep frown.

You swallowed, "Oh, um....I'm sorry but I need the ball to play my game" The little boys blue image fazed out and reappeared out of the large creatures arms a couple feet away from both of you. The small boy had a giant smile on his face as he let out a laugh and waved the ball in the air, "If you want it, then you're gonna have to catch me!" And with that he turned and sprinted in the direction you came from. You threw a quick glance towards the creature and she stared dumbstruck just like you did, both of you in disbelief over the child's rebellion. You looked back to where the boy once stood and made the realization, "he's running towards everyone..." The creature next to you whipped her head and stared at you wide eyed, she knew what you meant, the boy was running to the field, with all of the humans. In a second she was gone, her large form lumbering through the trees and shaking the ground as she went. You didn't wait too long after before you also took off to catch the boy.

"Wait! Please! They'll see you!" You yelled ahead hoping the creature and the little boy would stop, but neither of them did. If anything, the little boy ran faster. The creature let out a loud vocalization, something between a yell and a grunt, you assumed it was her way to communicate with the boy that he should listen and stop running. "It's dangerous! Please I just want the ball back!"

"No! Your stupid ball is mine!" A childish giggle sung out into the woods.

You groaned and doubled down on your speed. Your body ached a bit from the excessive use it had already been put through, but you knew if this boy or his 'Mama' were seen by any of the sorcerers, they'd be eradicated.

You could see the edge of the treeline coming up quickly, the creature in front of you must've seen it too cause she pushes off her haunches and leeped forward, grabbing the small boy and skidding to a halt. You caught up to them, you and 'Mama' huffing. "Please, please can I have the ball back?" The little boy wriggled and started whining, "No! Mama let me go! I wanna go!" His little feet dangled in the air as the creature held him above the ground. "Its dangerous out here, there's people who'll make you go away, forever. It's not safe to run around in these woods." You tried to reason with the little boy but was not having it. "You're lying! You're just saying that so I give you the ball back!" Once again his corporeal image fazed out of the space, the creature let out a loud yell as she turned 360 for her little blue boy.

"NA NA NA NA YOU CANT CATCH ME!"

Off in the distance, out in the baseball field, stood the child spirit. The cursed creature put a fist into the ground to push herself forward but you were faster.

"There you are Y/n!" Yuji's voice rang out as you broke out the treeline and ran straight towards the boy. Everyone stared as your knees hit the ground and curled your arms around an invisible body. You ignored everyone as you could feel the ground shaking from thundering steps. You let out the tiniest bit of energy to tether the little boy to you.

A loud yell is heard behind you, so close your hair flies about from the air expelled. Mama was not happy. "I've got him! I've got him, look, look" You turn and show the cursed creature the little boy in your hold.

"Y/N!" Multiple foot falls start approaching you. Whipping your head around you see Yuji rushing over to you. "No! Stay back, everything's okay!" The creature raised a fist and slammed it into the ground next to you, the little boy curled further into your arms and started to wail, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just wanted to have fun....I never get to play with anybody!" His little body shook with the tears and 'Mama' only got more angry. Her large fist was raised and ready to strike you, seeing as now you have officially become a threat. But before she's able to strike, Yuji is able to slide between the two of you and punch her. "Yuji don't!" You gasped as the creature stumbled backwards. Yuji advanced, "Don't attack her!" Your arms tightened around the little boy as his cries only grew louder.

"MAMA NO! MAMAAAA!"

You unwrapped one arm from the boy and shot a purple bolt out, aimed at Yuji.

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Hey, how y'all doin'?😗 so ye, here part 9. I'm so sorry if it's shit and not the updated you wanted. I've had a huge change in my life and writing quickly got put on the back burner. I really am hoping I find the motivation to continue and finish this story. Let me know you liked this chapter! Much love <3

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If I Get My Way | 05. free food + written part (755 wrds)

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Sunoo found himself running down the halls and even down a couple flights of stairs eager to get to the courtyard to see Y/n. In his excitement he didn’t have the patience or thought to wait for the elevator let alone take it, which would’ve been more convenient. He knew this wasn’t really anything grand just her giving him his notes back but he still wanted to make a good impression. Sunoo just really wanted her to like him not even in a crush way, he was more than willing to take things slow. At the most he just wanted her to like him enough today to be his friend.

Rushing out of the dormitory dorms he decided he needed to calm down and get his heart to stop beating crazy. Was it the adrenaline or the butterflies in his stomach that felt like they were trying to force their way out of him through his bloodstream?

Now walking at a speedy pace he started getting nervous the closer he got and the more he could see her figure waiting for him. A few feet behind her Sunoo decided to call out to her but started rambling talking a mile a minute. Embarrassed he just kept talking with his cheeks burning crimson.

“Y/n! I’m so sorry if I made you wait too long… I didn’t mean to inconvenience you or anything—“, white noise is all he could hear as he kept rambling. Sunoo hadn’t even looked up to see her face yet, his ears even started to burn. Before he could go on any longer he felt a hand touch his shoulder.

“Seonwoo chill. It’s fine, calm down”.

At this point he knew his cheeks and the tips of his ears were redder than a fire truck, he hadn’t even actually looked at her and he was a mess. Finally he looked up to her face and frowned. “Are you okay?”

Y/n sighed rubbing her forehead for a second.

“I’m fine. My head just hurts, here”, she handed him his notes that he only now realized she had put colorful reinforcers on them and placed them into one of those clear protective sleeves. “Thank you…”, he trailed off seeing her wince, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I told you I was”, she snapped. Sunoo felt his heart sink a little at her cold attitude but he didn’t let that deter him.

“I know but… have you eaten today?”

“No, I’ve been working on a project with one of my friends. I’ll eat something later, anyways we done here?”

Sunoo hesitated and after a beat said, “Do you want me to buy you something… to eat I mean?”

“No”, she replied with a bit of venom that had Sunoo wondering if he did something wrong which Y/n noticed before correcting herself, “I mean… you don’t have to, we aren’t friends or anything”.

At this point he knew his flushed skin had cooled down but he could feel the pink hues making a comeback, “No I know but please? Can I get you something I just— please?”

Y/n looks at Sunoo taking a minute to ponder whether or not she should accept his offer. She wants to decline him again but she is hungry besides he’s not that bad, a little weird but he’s okay. No one’s weirder than Beomgyu she thought.

“Fine. But I don’t want to eat on campus and don’t think this means anything”.

Sunoo’s eyes widen in surprise that she even agreed in the first place despite her bluntness, “T-That’s okay… uhm yeah… but I don’t have my license so… we can try and catch a bus…?”

“We can take my car, hurry up before I change my mind”.

“Yes ma’am!”, Sunoo says with a little salute and a failed attempt at suppressing his giggle. Y/n observed him for a moment causing slight insecurity to creep into him until she broke the silence by simply saying, “Cute”.

Sunoo smiled brightly at her which causes the jaded girl to smirk at him amused.

“You’re paying though since you offered, which means you can’t complain if I break your bank”.

Then she walked away from Sunoo off to the parking lot, it took him a minute to spring into action after his initial shock. Looking like a baby fawn taking its first steps he stumbled after Y/n, she didn’t spare him a second glance but he could hear her laughing at him.

“You walk too fast! Wait for me!”

“Y/N!”

“DON’T RUN AWAY FROM ME!”

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IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

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tw: noncon, dubcon, Resisting, implied abuse, blood, breath play, gagging, basically just s*x slavery lmao DDNE you've been warned !!!

Mizora’s words rang through your skull as you mulled over any and every possible option she’d be throwing your way once you made it back to camp. 

You see, she'd purred, Gortash has had Wyll's father… relocated. 

No matter how hard you thought, you couldn’t think of any ways to combat her. It was useless; this wasn’t your first time fighting a devil, a demon, the utterance of the very word unholy… You knew it wouldn’t be as easy as a counter-plan. She must truly want something from Wyll–from you–to be playing such a game. 

You were so damn tired of all their games. Your blood ran hot through your veins, the anger rising up within you making you scowl, muttering under your breath as the small group of you marched back to camp beneath the watching eyes of Lathander’s setting sun. 

These were games created with the sole purpose of making sure the other players couldn’t win, yet you kept finding yourself falling into one after another. Between Raphael’s constant pop-ups and requests, and all of Mizora’s other demands, it truly made you wonder whether or not you had any free will left in you.

That was a little wrong of you to think, though, considering Wyll’s plight and Karlach’s… well, Karlach. And, for what it’s worth, you’d managed to wiggle your way out of making any deals with them so far. For all the anxious nerves bouncing around inside you, you still tried to calm yourself. 

How bad could it be?

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You paced the hard ground of your camp, waiting. Wyll watched from the corner he sat in, while the rest of the camp made themselves busy with some miscellaneous task or another. When you met Wyll’s gaze, you sighed, shaking your head and looking away as you continued your relentless steps across the trodden soil. 

“If… we have to do everything we can to save my father,” Wyll muttered, standing to join you in your pacing. 

You nodded, rolling your eyes. “Obviously, Wyll,” you shrugged, “but what is it that you think she’ll ask for in return?”

There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere of the darkened room, the warm light of the flickering candles suddenly turning to the cold of smoking ash. Sweat beaded at your brow as you all turned to face the inky black circle forming itself in front of you, its gentle ring of searing flame lighting the room with a devious glow. The air buzzed with electricity, Mizora's dark form emerging from the entrance to the hells. You watched as the oozing black facade receded, revealing the wide smirk adorning her pronounced lips. 

The theatrics of her entrance had you rolling your eyes, but then you heard the uncouth words falling from her lips with bold purpose. They weren’t in any language that you could understand, her breath hot as she boasted her arms forward, beckoning two more small black portals to grow from the ground behind them. 

“Come, Sisters, be my testament!” she called, more dark words of mysterious meaning falling from her tongue, her sharp teeth on display as she smiled into the darkening night sky. Two forms began their ascent from the depths of the world, their figures matching Mizora’s in the way they demanded your gaze to drink in their entire presence. 

You’ve heard of such devils; Sisters of Justice. Adjudicators of devious contracts and bargains. You thought of all you knew of them as you watched their winged forms spread themselves out before you, their eyes meeting yours with a fierce, raging hunger that you couldn’t quite stomach. 

Wyll let out a ragged breath as he looked from one demon woman to another, his chest heaving with fear as he took in the supposed severity of a deal he was dreading to make. “Holy Hells,” he breathed, clenching his jaw as he took a step back, taking in the image laid before him. 

“Interesting,” you quipped, “I didn’t remember sending out an invitation to the Sisters of Justice.”

Mizora’s smirk only grew at the playful tone in your voice, her eyes shining bright with newfound vigor and curiosity. “Oh, you curious little pup,” she tuted, clicking her tongue as she shook her head and crossed her arms, “We’ll be making an important bargain. It’s only right the Sisters bear witness.”

There was a tug deep within your core as she spoke, anger fueling you as you clenched your fists and looked from Wyll back to Mizora, then watching as the Sisters of Justice hovered above the ground. 

Mizora continued to speak in a language only she and the Sisters understood, beckoning the despairingly frail parchment of Wyll’s contract to her perfectly manicured hands, relishing in the feeling of power as she held it before them.

“Your contract, Wyll,” her velvet voice wrapped itself against you, “signed in blood, forged in fire, bound in bone–”

There was a brief silence, the Sisters’ wing’s flinging open as they revealed themselves to the chill night air. Mizora’s words sent shivers down your spine as you looked to Wyll, who was trying to hold himself firm where he stood. 

“–But not unbreakable.”

You glanced at Wyll and watched him stutter, his mouth opening and closing as he looked up at Mizora, then over at you. 

“What are you proposing?” You asked, eyes growing dim as they met Mizora’s, trying to fight the flames in her own as she stalked you while she spoke. 

“No contract is ended without sacrifice,” she lulled, flashing a smile at you both as you seemed to grovel below her. “A cost must be paid.”

Ah, and here it is. 

You held your breath as she ascended with a heavy flutter of her wings, the tension in the room thick enough to cut making you feel claustrophobic under the she-devil’s gaze. 

“Wyll Ravengard,” her voice boomed, a foreboding ethereal light capturing her essence as it rose around her. “A choice is before you.” 

For as much as she spoke to Wyll, you knew she was addressing you in this choice to be made; she understood who’s decisions would matter most, who had the most at stake left to lose. While rebuilding a city without a Grand Duke seemed all but impossible–stopping the Grand Design even more so–Wyll was already in Mizora’s grip, presented as the perfect plaything to run her errands. There wasn’t much more she could get from him, besides enjoying his pain and suffering for eternity.

“Option one. I show you the way to your father. I guarantee him no harm except that from you and your allies. With this, you pledge your soul to me and the archdevil Zariel in a pact eternal.” 

You could hear Wyll’s heavy heart sink deep within his chest, a stark resolve trying to mask the fear raging through him. It seemed he’d already made his decision, all but pulling you deeper into the rage you felt for Mizora and her brethren. You turned towards the Sisters of Justice, their smiles otherworldly in their lack of grace. 

“Option two,” she said, watching him quiver and you broil, “I break your pact, and you are freed from your duty. Your father dies by his enemy's hand, and Baldur’s Gate loses its greatest champion.” 

A murmur graced itself throughout the camp, everyone taking in the demands of the she-devil, waiting to hear her final option, her final offer. 

But none came. 

“Mizora, you arsehole,” Wyll muttered under his breath, hating himself for contemplating what held more value to him. 

Karlach’s engine roared as her chest flamed. “Bloody Zariel, I won’t let her take Wyll!” She swore, stomping herself over to where Mizora had the two of you surrounded between herself and her Sisters. 

Her wicked grin only grew as she watched you almost break under the pressure of it all. “Oh, my dearest pup,” she said, her voice like thick honey as she spoke  to Wyll, but directed her gaze at you, “Choose your sacrifice.” 

The anger grew and grew, the sensation of the electricity running through you with a current you didn’t recognize and a ferocity nothing has ever matched before. Wyll’s choice seemed to be clear to him as his brows furrowed even more, a deep breath taken at the expense of his composure. 

“Choose,” Mizora said again, the irking pull of her voice causing the hair on your arms to stand on end. You watched as the fire upon the rings of the portal entrances seemed to grow more furious with life, licking up the suspended legs of the three women, waiting to consume them. 

Wyll straightened himself where he stood, looking towards the rest of his companions with a small, sad smile. Shadowheart shook her head with a frown, stepping closer as Karlach started to plead with Wyll to think about himself–his eternal soul–forever indebted to Zariel and her demon’s war. Even Astarion, who’d seemed unfazed by the idea of an all-powerful demon woman, had peeked out from his tent to watch the drama unfold. 

Mizora’s lip twitched as she watched you. 

You felt the words leave your mouth before you’d thought of saying them. “No. I know that’s not what you want.” 

The flames roared further as the colors of their tongues changed and grew, feeding off of your deliberate deference. Mizora’s brow rose, her eyes finally seeming to burst with her inner flames as her tongue licked across her lips, nodding slowly and with intent. 

She clicked her tongue again, relaxing the hulking mass of her wings behind her as she allowed her feet to finally touch the trodden ground. Shadowheart took a step back as she started her approach towards the group of you, Wyll flinching with each step she took and Karlach gripping the handle of her ax with battle-worn knowledge. 

Mizora stood before you, her visage bringing a sense of dread that seated itself so deeply in your core that you could all but taste the souls she reaped, the deals she’s made and those she’s damned to an eternal strife. 

She continued her slow nod, her supple skin seeming to suck in the unnatural light of the portals around you. She leaned her cold lips near your ear, the sound of your teeth grating together meant to steady your mind but only bringing you closer to that violent edge. 

“And what, my dear pup, is it that you think I want?”

There was a sudden shift to the tone of the room, a harsh darkness consuming you as you felt the last bits of heat left in the air being sucked away. The stark stillness of the space around you–the feeling of life between you and your companions all but missing as you wished yourself to look towards them, but couldn’t. The feel of Mizora’s lips against the skin of your ear had left you breathless, completely left in the mercy of a power you didn't understand. 

Your words caught in your throat as you struggled to answer, knowing exactly what it was that she wanting, but not daring to admit it. You couldn’t help it, though; there was no way you could settle for less, for Wyll’s sake. 

“Me.”

Her throaty laugh veiled your thoughts like a thick snowfall, drowning out the world around you as she took a step back, allowing your eyes to track over her body and think of every possible way you knew she’d make you suffer. The bounce of her chest as she hummed her low laugh made your hands twitch as you fought to restrain yourself from killing her, knowing it’d do no use in your predicament. 

Karlach’s pleas got louder as Shadowheart continued to back away from the scene, Wyll’s mouth agape as he watched the two of you converse before him, unsure if sacrificing himself would be worth the horrors to come. 

“Very good,” she nodded, her smile settling upon her face once again as she rocked back and forth on either foot with excited anticipation. “It seems you’re rather… observant,” she mumbled, snapping her fingers and keeping her eyes glued to yours as she flicked her wrist and sent Wyll’s contract away, a new one manifesting in its  place. 

Mizora’s fingers twirled around the smoke ridden air beside you, the deep red ink of this new contract glowing amidst the darkness. 

“A third, and final, more… experimental choice, perhaps, but you couldn’t help but to pull my deepest desires right out of me, Tav.”

The Sisters of Justice seemed to stir where they hovered, their fangs glinting in the dim light of the dark red ink as they fought against seemingly invisible restraints. 

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, the sound of it ringing in your ears as you heard Wyll’s gentle pleading. “No, no, Tav, you can’t–”

“This contract I’ve so graciously written has a viable end date,” she started, a soft lilt in her voice as she paced with ease amongst you, “whereas Wyll’s does not, you understand,” she flicked the terrified man a wink, “so I feel as though when it comes to your fate, I’ve been countless times more generous.” 

You lifted your chin, bringing your face to meet that of the written contract. Your eyes scanned over words you didn’t understand, jumbles of text becoming sentences that made no sense to you until Mizora spoke them. 

“For the next hundred years, you remain obligated to…” she seemed to falter, if only for a second, the deep glare in her eyes telling of her intentions being purely her own desire. “Well, to me. To serving me.” She gestured at the contract as it wafted its way towards you, and she continued. 

“In body, mind and soul, but only temporarily, mind you,” she tutted, letting a hand fall gracefully upon her hip as she looked towards you again. “And you’d be under my sworn protection. No harm will come to you, and I’d be an alliance in your cause.” 

“You’re hiding something from me,” you stated, shaking your head. “What? How will I be serving you? Through blood? Battle? I’d be useless in Zariel’s war.” 

She chuckled, a soft and arduous laugh meeting your ears as her smile seemed to grow. “Sexually, dear pup, however I’d dream it to be.”

What?

The silence was just as heavy as the tension, blanketing the camp like a nervous fog. Everyone’s ears seemed to perk, brows furrowing as it took a moment for them to fully understand  what Mizora had proposed. 

After a moment, it was Astarion’s heinous cackle that finally broke through it all. All eyes snapped towards where he stood outside his tent, all but doubling over in tears from hysteria. You felt your cheeks flame red with embarrassment, grinding your jaw as your eyes flicked from one of your companions to the next, willing yourself to think of something to say as Mizora continued her chortling. 

She clicked her tongue again, shaking her head with the slow sort of seductiveness that only she had. “You don’t have much time to make a decision, hun,” she all but hissed. 

You and Wyll locked eyes, unsure of how to feel. It’s as if he was begging himself to choke back his wordless pleas, wanting to  be free of his pact and save his father, but never daring to ask you to condemn yourself to such a fate. 

“Oh, Gods,” Astarion quipped, catching his breath as he leaned against the small stool beside his tent. “Absolutely priceless…” he laughed to himself. 

Karlach shook her head and stood beside you as Jaheira finally made a hungover appearance from her own quarters, seemingly interested in the active display of power, wanting to see how it’d all play out. Shadowheart stood with a solid frown about her face, shoving Wyll with her boot as she urged him to say something. He remained silent, eyes wandering as if they were searching for something they would never find. 

“Priceless for Wyll, mayhaps,” Mizora chortled, “Is that not what you were asking for?” she continued, gesturing to you in your stupor. She wafted the contract over to you yet again, letting it gently flutter into your hands. 

“Consider yourself a lucky one, pup,” she hummed, lifting a nail to the tip of her lips, “So many would find this sort of proposition as a gift.”

You slowly began to shake your head, going over all the possible pros and cons of the different choices, barely able to understand the thoughts flying through your mind. Astarioin’s voice snapped your gaze back towards him. 

“If it were my choice,” he started, strutting towards you, “It’d be an easy one. The idea is to destroy the would-be Illithid empire, rebuild Baldur’s Gate, and keep us all alive to see the end, is it not?”

You scowled at him, the rest of the camp all listening to his protests with adept ears. “Besides,” he continued, “What’s a short century of fun sex compared to Wyll’s eternal enslavement in the Blood Wars?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’d condemn the Hero of the Sword Coast to such a fate?” 

You could all but taste the sarcasm in his voice as he fell into another fit of laughter,  but he wasn’t wrong. You looked back towards Mizora with a mix of embarrassment and rage, still unable to trust her, but understanding that, at the end of the day, this truly would be the best of the worst–the most viable option, for Wyll’s sake. 

You cleared your throat, trying your best to ignore the glaring eyes of your companions around you. There was a slowness as the nod approached you, a deep chill running through you as you dared to finally meet Mizora’s eyes with a new understanding within your own. 

“If I sign,” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, “Wyll’s pact is done? And his father saved?”

Mizora held her hand to her chest, mocking the gesturr of clutching a necklace of pearls as she looked sarcastically shocked. “My dearest pup,” she gasped, fanning herself as she smiled, “My word–these contracts–are the only form of respectable currency left,” she chortled, summoning a deep red quill to match the ink of the contact now glowing with deep desire as it sat amidst your palms. She gestured to the Sisters of Justice, your gaze following  her hand as their feet met the ground, their wings stretching wide as they urged you to sign.

You looked up at her, heat rising in your cheeks as her gaze burned into you. Her smirk grew with each uneven breath you took, eyes flicking back towards Wyll, who’s eyes were full of tears as he watched you sign away the next hundred years to keep him–and the city at large–safe. 

The quill seemed light in your hand, as if it held no physical form, willing itself to move the way your fingers told it without any thought. The longer you hesitated the faster the quill seemed to move, sensing the fear flowing through you as it scrawled itself across the page, the blood-red ink seeping deep into the parchment with a beautiful flourish of your name. 

Your breath caught in your throat, the heavy sound of flames licking flesh overcoming your senses as Mizora’s smile widened, the newly sealed contract vanishing to mist with a quick snap of her fingers.

The Sisters of Justice nodded their heads in reverence before raising them to meet your eyes, the devious grin of a devil’s game well-played and won clear on their lips. 

A new sort of heaviness hung over the camp. Your companions watched Mizora quietly, waiting with a breath held in their chests as she approached you. 

You jumped as she clapped her hands together, a quick jolt of fear running through your spine as you felt something within you change; something within your very being had been altered, a connection created where there wasn’t one before. Mizora’s smirk spoke clearly. 

“Now!” she yelped, her own excitement building as she lifted a gentle hand and laid it on your arm, trailing her perfectly kept claws over your skin, your shoulder, collarbone, neck…

“My sweet, sweet pup,” she cooed, giggling at the trance you tried to resist, “I’m not known for my patience.”

There was a sudden piercing cold in your core as stiff fabric was torn from unseen flesh, the dank air of the tragic night hitting the bare skin of your exposed body, shivers rising on your skin as you looked down at yourself with shock written clear in your expression. 

You raised your shaking hands to wrap your arms around your exposed and hardening nipples, holding your breath without intent as you struggled to maintain some sense of composure. 

You faltered over your protests, feet glued to the ground as the words struggled to fall from your mouth. “This isn’t… you never said–”

There was the hard feeling of heated metal clapped on either wrist. As you looked down and struggled against your newfound restraints, the Sisters of Justice only hardened their grip, already leaving a deep red mark of a bruise as they gripped tighter with each tug. 

Mizora stood before you, sauntering back and forth as she watched you struggle against the strength of two ancient devils, delighting in the sureness she saw on your face that this was a fight you could win. They couldn’t be more wrong, she thought, the maniacal laugh of a lust-driven force emanating deep from within her as she continued to feast upon you with her eyes.  

You could hardly concentrate on the mutter of the voices of your companions shooting through your mind as you continued your fighting, huffing hot breaths of anger as the embarrassment and shame started to work its way between it, another cold breeze swirling around your naked body. Mizora’s gaping, toothy smile was all but revealing a small bit of hungry, primal, animalistic drool. 

The chattering turned to screams and pleas as your companions began their full protest, yet none were able to reach you to help. You couldn’t bear to meet their eyes as you continued your reeling, their shrill cries all but building up that pit of shame and rage in your core. The harder the Sisters gripped, the more willed you were to fight. Yet, no matter how hard you pulled, your feet remained planted firmly to their place in the ground.

The tips of your fingers started to go numb as the red bruising of the Sisters’ grip on your wrists tightened yet again, a grunt of pain falling from your lips as you pleaded, “This isn’t what I agreed to!”

Mizora’s laugh echoed throughout your flooding skull, mingling with Wyll’s desperate chokes of a once damned soul. 

“You bitch!” he raved, fighting against Karlach’s gentle hold as she shook her head, doing her best to hold him back from what would be an assured death if he threw himself upon such an exalted she-demon. She pulled her eyes away from the scene, averting her gaze to the ground as she tried to calm Wyll amongst his screams, unsure of what she could possibly say or do to fix it. 

With another wave of her wrist, Mizora had a rough gag woven around your neck, between your lips. You choked at the texture against your teeth, gagging as your tongue was pushed against it. 

“Oh, my pup,” she muttered, the same hand she summoned the gag with now running gently through your hair, across your chin, down your chest, finding herself one of your nipples to play with. 

You mumbled hard against the restraint, unable to keep yourself from biting against the hard rope and grating your teeth against it. Your throat was going raw as you screamed against it, unable to spit out anymore words. 

“You are so beautiful when you’ve been shut up,” Mizora smiled, continuing to let her hand trail down your body; across your waist, against your supple skin. She left shivers in her fingers wake while you continued to thrash against your restraints.

Jaheira approached the devil with purpose, her eyes slitted and brows furrowed as her voice boomed. “This has gone far enough!” she announced, unsheathing her sword from where it sat against her back. 

Mizora paid her no mind, merely rolling her eyes and gesturing in her direction. Your eyes followed in perfect time, watching as Jaheira’s weapon was flung from her hand and she was brought to her knees with the same force that kept your feet planted on the ground. 

Shadowheart ran to her side, falling to the ground beside her as she tried with everything she had to lift her up, but failed. Jaheira’s screaming became incoherent swears as her eyes were trained on Mizora’s fingers, ever so slowly making their way to find themselves between your legs. 

Your eyes shot wide as you felt the sensation of her hot skin against your own, bucking your hips in time with the gentle touch of her fingers in protest. You whined and yelped against your gag with no relief, your words lost amongst it. 

As your companions watched you devolve upon Mizora’s hand, the final realization of just how much you’d given up to her had set in. 

Wyll’s screams and protests became throaty sobs as curses were thrown at a devil who wouldn’t hear them, Shadowheart finally devolving to leaving Jaheira where she sat amongst the mud and dirt to hide her own tears of fear alone. Eyes averted from your pleading gaze, seeing them all finally turn away as it was all too much to bear, bringing shame to your own eyes as a hot tear found its way down your cheek. 

Astarion had stayed where he was as the scene began to unfold, but this had become something even he wouldn’t witness. Somehow, though, he couldn't look away. The searing heat of rage in his chest drove him deep into his own memories, unable to find the motivation to fight for you as he succumbed to the feeling. 

The taught muscles of your legs shook as three fingers were plunged deep within your folds, a screech of pain eminating from behind your gag as she stretched your walls apart between them. 

“Ahh,” she hummed, leaning her face down in front of your own, taking a moment to revel in your relentless fighting and rage before letting her tongue flick across your cheek, licking away the tear trail before another started to fall. “Who thought a whore like you could have a cunt so tight, hmm?” she purred. 

As you devolved further and further into knowing you wouldn’t escape until Mizora saw fit, the fear welled up further within you. Your breath raced, matching the unrhythmic beat of your heart, unable to staunch your flow of tears as you understood all you’d lost. You heard Shadowheart’s quiet cries from her tent ruminating behind Wyll and Jaheira’s pointless screams, Astarion lost in watching. 

Mizora’s wicked smile only grew as she watched you making peace with your fate through your raging, tear-filled eyes, her own hunger growing stronger within her. 

“The sniveling of your companions is rather distracting, dearest,” she muttered, leaning her lips right up against your own as she pulled her fingers from your aching cunt, “Let me move us to someplace a bit more private.” 

The open expanse of a camp under the night sky became a void of dark, inky black. You felt the hard earth turn to cold stone beneath you, a pedastool keeping you risen above the void. Mizora’s eyes glowed with the same fireceness as the solid red ring of hellfire around the stone slab you stood upon, keeeping you and your three captors perfect sat in the middle of it. 

She sighed, pushing a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face back behind your ear with a seemingly gentle touch as she let her other hand find its way back to your cunt. 

“Let’s put that quick tongue of yours to use, hmm?” she sang, pinching your clit between her sharp claws before taking a step back. 

You yelped out against the gag yet again, helpeless against the pain. 

“Sisters,” she purred, laying her orders out with the slick sweetness of her words as she snapped her fingers, her intricatae gown disappearing into mist the same way your contract had. “Let’s make sure this first round is a perfect example of what our dear pup has in store for the next century, shall we?”

There was a shift in the pressures against you as your body was laid upon the hard stone with force, your ears ringing from the impact. You choked another pained sobbed from behind the gag, squeezing your eyes shut as more hot tears made their way to the cold stone beneath you. There was a hard tightness as your wrists were bound together yet again by ties you couldn’t see, your legs held apart by another restraint. 

There was the warm sensation of Mizora’s hand lifting your shuddering chin, the soft feel of her thighs pressing themselves against either side of your head. Your gag suddenly vanished, causing you to suck in a hot breath, tasting the scent of Mizora’s cunt on your swollen tongue. 

“P-please!” you choked out between a gasp for breath, “It hurts–”

She breathed out a hot laugh, stroking your hair as you tried to pull your head away from her wet sex and failed. 

“Tsk, tsk,” she tutted, her gentle stroking of your hair becoming a tight grip, yanking your head as far back as it would go. “Enough with the protests, dear. Lets get to my pleasure now, shall we?”

As she took her handful of your hair and pushed your mouth hard against her throbbing cunt, you felt the sudden pressure of a searing hot tip rubbing quickly between your folds from behind. You struggled against Mizora’s hand as you felt the ribbed cock throb against your abused folds, sobbing into her cunt as you thrashed, barely able to move. 

As the one Sister wasted no time in pushing her length deep into your cunt, the other climbed atop you, straddling your back as she quickly shoved her own cock into your ass with enough force to give you a small tear. 

You gritted your teeth and continued your useless thrashing against the sudden pain, your eyes wide with shock as Mizora shoved your face harder into her cunt, cooing about how perfect you looked while being broken. You felt a small, hot trail of blood work its way from between your legs amidst the relentless pounding you were struggling against. You screamed against Mizora’s dripping sex, begging for air with your pleading, tear-filled gaze as you saw her smile down at you. 

You were completley at their mercy; your will stripped from you in the most pirmal form. The growls and grunts of the Sisters of Justice seemed to mingle with your thoughts of desperate prayers to Gods that wouldn’t listen, the broken feeling of your very sould falling apart around two ribbed cocks and bewtween Mizora’s searing cunt. You felt yourself succumbing to the chains in which you’d been placed, merely wishing for a quick end and hating yourself for not wanting to keep fighting.

The Sister’s moans mingled throughout the empty void, the sound of their cocks smacking against your bruising skin creating an unholy rhythm that seemed to harmonize with your sobs. The more you resisted, the further you felt yourself approaching your own orgasm. The constant pain of the ribbed cambion dicks pushing against each other through your walls had you squeezing your legs together, your sharp restraints the only thing keeping them apart. 

“Eat, pup,” Mizora demanded, snapping her fngers again with a dark glint in her eyes. Your mouth seemed to open on its own volition, her slick quickly seeping into your mouth, against your tongue, down your throat. 

She rocked her hips against your mouth, pressing your head against her harder with the grip she had on your hair. Your body trembled and shook as the Sisters continued to slam into you, their own moans and grunts of pleasure mixing between their soft giggles and laughs. 

When you gagged at the slick building in your mouth, Mizora tugged your head back and delivered a swift smack to your cheek. You shrieked with your raw throat before she pushed you down yet again. The Sisters seemed to find great pleasure in your plight, their paces quickening with the more frustrated Mizora seemed to get.

“I said, eat.” 

Your tears mixed with the wet slick of her cunt, your tongue working circles between her folds until it found its way to her buzzing clit. You swallowed, closing your eyes as another broken sob fell from your lips. You were pulled back and forth against the hard cold slab which each thrust from the Sister’s behind you, your skin starting to chaffe and blister the more they chased their own highs. They pulled your skin with a harsh vigor, sinking their claws deep into your soft skin to get a better grip as they pulled and pushed you across the floor.

“Perfect, my dear,” Mizora purred, sighing as she leaned herself back and letting out a deep moan of pleasure, “Just like that,” she said, giving your hair another tug. 

Your body was starting to burn and go numb all at once, the nerve  you’d been giving all but being sucked from your body as you ran out of energy from fighting for so long. You gasped against Mizora with each painful thrust, diziness starting  to set in with the lack of breath. You heaved, your weak fingers gripping at smooth stone, nails pulling against it as you lazily racked your fingers acrossed it in a final attempt to fight against the building pleasure in your core. 

You squeezed your eyes shut with the last bit of strength you had left, a solitary tear hitting the cold stone as it dripped between Mizora’s thighs. There was a numbing heat that threw you higher than you’d ever been, the weightlessness of it all leaving you breathless and twitching. You felt yourself float against the grating roughness of the stone, a pool of your own pleasure spilling between your legs as the Sister’s started pounding you harder. 

“Oh, how sweet,” Mizora praised you, “cumming with your face between my legs.” She laughed softly, guiding your head back and forth as your tongue pushed harder against her clit. With each tug, she groaned, her toes curling with each little whine and plea that left your lips sending a jolt into her. Your eyes rolled deep to the back of your skull, your mind pounding with blank bliss as they all continued to fuck you through the high.

“Keep cumming, my sweet,” she hummed, rubbing her cunt against your chin, “so perfectly pathetic as your body shakes for me.”

She writhed against your crying lips as one Sister of Justice began to falter with her pace, her rhythm becoming sloppy as the tip of her engorged, ribbed cock throbbed hard against your cervix. You barely felt her load coating your insides, consdiering they wouldn’t let up relentlessly fucking you through your forced orgasm. 

Your body twitched with each quick thrust of the second Sister beneath you as the first stilled her movements, shoving her length deep inside as to not waste a drop of her spend on the cold, hard stone. 

Mizora gripped your hair tighter as she watched the second Sister approaching her own climax, gently praising her as she filled your second hole. Her cum mixed well with the trickle of blood running down your thighs. You hated yourself for loving the feeling, for having gotten off on the ruthless abuse of your holes. 

She wasn’t far off from her finish herself, but Mizora couldn’t help but relishing in the way you looked all fucked-out and useless beneath her. 

You felt the hot spend of thick cum dripping down your legs, blending  with your own pool of pleasure you were laying in. 

“Bathed in filth,” Mizora quipped, hissing as she sucked in a hot breath. “my disgusting little pet,”

Her coos of detrimental praise began mix with her own sounds of pleasure. She pulled you tighter against her cunt, your tongue finding its way deep inside of her sopping entrance. She held your head in place, riding your face and grinding her cunt against you while your tongue swirled, her clit pushing up against your nose as you gasped for air, all but unable to breathe.

“That’s it, my pup,” she huffed, throwing her head back behind her as she came undone within your mouth. Her wanton moans of pleasure filled your head as you lost yourself, the gentle black haze of losing consciousness finally claiming you as you blacked out.

—

You don’t remember coming back to yourself, only the feeling of the hard earth against your cheek as your vision began to swim again. You could just barley make out the first rays of the rising sun peeking over the horizon. 

There was a soft mumble of paniced voices rushing closer, vague shapes appearing in your vision as everything slowly started to come to you. 

As you came back to yourself, so did all the hurt. You were painfully aware of the sharp restraints still gripping you together, sharp barbs digging deep into shredded, bloody skin. Your entire body throbbed with bruises, skin marked red and yellow and blue and purple from the constant beating and pounding. You gagged as you swallowed, choking on your spit as you raged to catch a breath. 

You fought against the first touch of a soft hand on your back, shrieking and thrashing as Shadowheart spoke with firmness to try to calm you. She gently worked at the bonds holding you restrained, hands shaking as she mumbled about rusted wire in an open wound. 

You choked on your breaths, sucking in the air as your chest heaved. As she worked your wrists and feet free, the rest of your companions slowly made their way over to where you’d been dropped, gasping and shaking their heads as they worked in tandem to silently tend to your broken body. 

You could feel the hot stains of tear trails still fresh on your cheeks, the dirt of the stone slab and the hard ground sticking to where they’d fallen from your face. You could focus on nothing but the numbing sensation ruminating through your brain, Shadowhearts gentle healing words barely enough to soothe the searing pain. 

A hundred years, you thought, another tear making its way to the cold ground beneath you. 

[lady-of-the-spirit]

I just finished the first Old Guard comic, and to celebrate, I have come to pester you. >:3

How do you think the Old Guard and the Eternals meeting would go down? If you would prefer to get particular, how do you think our girls Andy and Sersi would get on? They have so much in common—and yet are so different—that I like to think they’d be best friends. XD

But your thoughts, my friend? :)

CONGRATS ON FINISHING PESTER ME AS MUCH AS YOU WANT

I'm imagining this is mainly the MCU so after shit like aliens and Norse gods and the blip, people aren't too concerned with immortals anymore and the Guard can lead cool, chill lives whenever they just wanna settle down for awhile. They still go and fight the good fight because that's their mission in life, but they don't have to stress as much anymore about being noticed for their immortality. It took awhile to get used to but it's all good.

So: Eternals and Old Guard meeting. I think there'd be some initial conflict over their philosophies as a group, since the Guard's is "help people and interfere whenever" and the Eternals is "don't interfere outside of deviants". But if it's post Eternals, they've kinda gotten over all that. Sometimes it takes a few centuries to figure things out, they all have that in common!

I think they'd have several moments of just sharing stories and going !!! THAT WAS YOU!!!!! like Andy was hearing all these stories about demigods and gods and stuff since forever and was like yeah sure whatever BUT NO THEY WERE REAL THE WHOLE TIME!!!! THEY'RE SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!!! and the eternals have obvs probably heard stories about xyz events the guard was involved with and they're like OH MY GODDDD- plus probably some close calls or actually meeting each other only to go several decades/centuries without seeing them and then forgetting about it entirely.

wait lmao imagine the guard have all seen Kingo's movies??? Kingo's yelling at the eternals like SEE THE OTHER IMMORTAL GANG HAVE SEEN THEM WHY HAVEN'T YOU GUYS?!?!?!

smth about JoeNicky and Phastos??? the immortal husbands and the immortal x mortal husband (with a kid even???)? there's something there i don't have the words yet.

Thena and Andy sparring together would be so sexy of them just saying.... oh Gilgamesh makes a big dinner for all of them and Andy and JoeNicky are all like WHERE DID YOU GET THIS RECIPE WE HAVEN'T HAD THIS IN CENTURIES???? and Gil's just like It's a secret bc he's mischievous like that.

BUT ANYWAY OUR GIRLS!!!! oh Andy and Sersi as a duo would be real interesting... Andy who has been leading the group for centuries vs Sersi who just had the role thrust upon her, Andy who tries to close herself off and isolates herself from humanity vs Sersi who always makes herself part of a community, Andy who's never not been a warrior vs Sersi who has never been a warrior (she can help in battle but it's clear that's not what her role is)... but also Andy and Sersi who have been betrayed by people they loved and trusted, Andy and Sersi who just keep on trying their best to help humanity despite the odds against them, Andy and Sersi with their mother figures who left them in the role of leader after betraying them and dying (Andy comics canon)... also Andy and Sersi both having Greek myth counterparts!!! Andromache of Troy and Circe!!!

I think Andy would warm up to Sersi pretty fast (or at least fast for Andy) because Sersi is naturally a very warm person and easy to befriend. they both have a very different approach to life and immortality because their experiences with it are so different. I think they would have good conversations about it, some decent discussions about humanity as well. if it's post betrayal by Booker/Ikaris/Sprite/Ajak as well they'd probably bond over "HOW DID I NOT SEE IT COMING!!!!"

Imagine Andy and Sersi going through each other's little museums of trinkets and things collected over the millennia??? they'd have a field day with each other's stuff and swapping stories.

they'd absolutely be the grumpy x sunshine kinda friends.

[vacantgodling]

17 for the ask game!!

THANK YOU <3<3

-> Send me a number 1-100 and I will tell you how that song relates to a character or WIP of mine.

17. マトリョシカ — hachi

LMAO idk if anyone is gonna remember this wip bc i talked about it so randomly and so briefly awhile back but these (and most vocaloid songs in general that are my faves which is a lot of stuff by hachi lol) make me think of my wip broken clouds. its similar to train master chidori in the sense that it's should be a webcomic or a web novel type of thing but gl getting me to draw that much--i will one day prommy.

anyway the very basic premise is this:

utah (he/they) and his younger sibling slug (they/them) have been living with their mother's elder sister, risky game (aka aunty(ie) risk) since they were small, ever since their mother disappeared without a trace and the siblings were found malnourished. risk barely takes care of them, preferring to drink and gamble and leave them to their own devices leading each kiddo down their own path. utah, the elder and more tempermental of the two, lashes out but also is practically a genius when it comes to engineering and weaponry. after meeting his other half, gator (he/she/they), he turns to building and reassembling weapons from the parts remnant of 'the great cloud war' (idk what it was ask me or don't i'll pull shit out of my ass SDBK) to make money and eventually decides when they turn adult age to say fuck it, i'm gonna go find my mom bc this shit blows. origninally it was only supposed to be utah and gator striking out on their own to find out what happened, but slug ends up tagging along bc they want to know too + adventure + they have abandonment issues after the mom thing and risk ends up getting dragged with them because like hell does she trust them to not get themselves blown up (but also in part because she feels guilt; she knows that she wasn't the best parental figure to either of them, but she was so shaken over her sister's disappearance that she took her guilt and anguish out by not being there for the kids its a whole thing). and utah isn't happy about this but they are Barely convinced to let slug and risk come with bc as gator says "family bonding, what can go wrong!"

a Lot. cough.

tl;dr government conspiracy shit, suicide bots + one that's gained sentience but technically still has an active kill switch (green), a government sleeper agent with amnesia (agent oogma -- her code name literally means "olive oil gives me amnesia" and she always keeps a bottle of olive oil on her person so if someone tries to question her about secret government shit she can literally give herself amnesia and forget... except she's used the oil so many times that she has no way of recovering anything about herself. just hot mess energy). a fire elemental (dulce)... and more!!

wip wholly inspired by watching cy throw shit against the wall about se pff.

but here's some of the character designs--i should make thrown together character sheets for them all tbh:

and then 2 of slug >