#it was just a passing thought/curiosity but now I'm sobbing about it

[home-halone]

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[chimerical-daydreams]

Hiiiiii for that pre king wish au. Is Loop going to deal with the repercussions of Siffrin always drifting and never finding an anchor? He was just a traveller, moving forward day by day, with nothing new or exciting to live for... until he met the family :3 BUT NOT WITHOUT THE KING-

OK SO. i have Many Thoughts about this, so bare with me here.

Loop, having gone through the Same Two Days for so long they've lost count of time, has a complicated relation with predictability and stagnation. On one hand, if nothing changes, then they can just follow the script, and they'll know what to expect. On the other hand, they'd rather die than be stuck repeating the same lines over and over again, not after finally being freed. And now, by a twist of fate, they're face to face with the past version of the monster they were fighting so hard to defeat.

I think, at first, they stick around as a helpful "guiding figure" while they sort through their own feelings and decide if they're gonna kill this guy or not. After much deliberation and one failed murder attempt, they decide to let him be. Unfortunately for them, in this time they've grown attached to the sobbing wet cat of a man they were stuck with (the King is actually very similar to Siffrin in this AU, so he probably hits a soft spot within Loop, that remembers the horrible feeling of confusion when they first landed in Vaugarde).

After the emotional tumult settles, I think that King intends to go to Corbeaux as per cannon, and Loop (without any better things to do), follows. On the way there, though, they pass by Bambouche, and Loop is hit by the Dread as they watch a slightly younger Bonnie with their sister run by them without giving them a second glance (well, they do look their way, but with confusion and curiosity instead of recognition). That's when it hits Loop that no one in their family is ever going to meet each other because the disaster they bonded over never happens.

I'm still mulling over how I'm gonna make this happen, but I want Loop to put the gang back together with the King's help (maybe on the pretense of finding more about the forgotten nation?). Loop clings to this purpose like a goddamn lifeline, because otherwise, as you mentioned, they would just go back to wandering aimlessly, stumbling around in a land that is not theirs. They want their happy ending because, after All of This? They deserve it.

(On an addendum, there is also a Siffrin in this AU, back when they still kept his hair dyed black.)

(On a second note, I'm currently making those in-game character profiles for the ones who don't have them yet - Loop, King and Nille - so. Uh. There is more to come 👍)

[unknownperson246]

Why Didn’t You Tell Me? Chapter 4: Red Hair

words: 882

warnings: *angst* *fluff* *rehab* *mentions of alcohol* *mentions of drugs* *cussing* *pregnancy*

It's around 5:00 pm you're supposed to be in group meetings or group therapy to talk about why you drank and did drugs. You wake up at ease and you feel better. Your headache isn't as bad as before and it's been 27 hours since you were in rehab with your husband Nikki—or at least that's what the doctors think. You both aren't married. Nikki is your boyfriend of 7 months. Nikki interrupts your thoughts.

“Good Afternoon babe” Nikki smirks.

“Good afternoon,” You reply kind of annoyed.

“Honey Dr.Kelly was worried. She didn't see you in group therapy today. I had to tell them you were knocked out.” Nikki says. 

“Good” you respond to Nikki's words.

“Dr.Kelly said you have to show up as soon as you wake up.”

“Tell her I don't want to” You respond to Nikki’s words.

“Honey, you're not going to get better if you don't at least try,” Nikki says gently.

“Nikki I am fucking trying I have been trying this whole time for all three of us. Fuck I hate this I am trying I will go but I feel sick right now so please just stop.” You lash out from your hormones. 

A couple of minutes pass by and you feel bad for yelling at Nikki. You find that you aren't sick as much anymore. You are feeling a bit achy from being pregnant. You spot Nikki talking to Dr. Kelly. After he's done talking to her you go up to him.

“Nikki I am sorry for being pissed earlier. I don't know what happened but I promise I will try for our little family.” You say holding Nikki's hands.

Nikki is still mad but he decides to forgive you knowing you are in a vulnerable position right now.

“Babe, just try to be more relaxed. It's not good for you right now, especially with everything going on. You will over-exert yourself emotionally and physically.” He looks at you with gentle eyes while he cups your face with his hands with his tender touch. You love how his warm hands feel against your flushed face. It's the only thing that is comforting you in this frightful time.

“Nikki, I will try to be more careful.” You respond softly.

“Nikki, what were you talking to Dr. Kelly about?” You ask out of curiosity.

“Your little outburst,” Nikki says quietly.

“She said it was normal for what you are going through,” He says wording it carefully so he does not offend you.

It's now 5:20  you realize that you need to try hard to fix all of the things you've done. You need to be better and healthy for Nikki and your unborn daughter.

“Okay, I am going to get ready for the group meeting. I need to change my clothes and fix my hair.” You smile softly while looking into his softened eyes. 

Nikki watches you as you change into a black V-neck that flawlessly grasps your body. He saw you pull up your Juicy Couture jeans that surprisingly still fit you. He is praising your body and how beautiful you are while carrying his baby. He is amazed at how you could do it. You're in rehab and going through detox while doing something that was already so exhausting. You were making a whole other human inside of you and that takes up so much energy physically and mentally. He appreciates you and is fascinated by you.  He watched you play with your hair and brush through your dark brown locks that had platinum strikes. 

You walk out of your room with Nikki and you just notice that Nikki has eyebrow piercings and strokes of red in his jet-black hair. 

“Nikki, when did you get the eyebrow piercings and red hair?.” You ask randomly.

“Y/N I’ve had the piercings for 3 months.” He is genuinely concerned.

You realize you were always so strung out and drunk that you never noticed the small things about your boyfriend. 

“Oh, Nikki I'm so sorry I'm so sorry god damn it” You sob. Your hormones and overwhelming emotions were getting to you.

Nikki wraps his tattooed covered arms on your shivering body. He holds you in his arms tenderly. You feel his warm body up against you and you never want him to let you go. He pets your neatly brushed hair.

“Baby it’s okay You are safe,” Nikki says quietly.

“Ughhh I hate this. I am sorry for not noticing anything. I was always too high or drunk to have any feelings or observe anything. I hated that. I hated that I never felt; it feels so different now that I can feel and observe. I feel so connected to you and our baby right now. It feels so different but it's a good difference” You sob as you're on a plethora of how you feel now that you're on your way to being clean of any substances.

“Hey, it's okay you got out of it before it was too late. You have made an effort to get better for all three of us. You're going to be okay now, just focus on me and our daughter and you will be better in no time.” Nikki says gently while still clinging to you.

[helplessautomaton]

hi can I do 1 and 4 with ranpo for the event? :3

1 (“you know i wasn't lying when i said i'd kill for you”) + 4 (“i'm so glad you feel the same cause i refuse to leave you”)

hi! thank you^^, sorry if i did this too fast i got excited

-WC 786 // valentines event tws: gore mentioned at the end

It's valentine's day, you used to really enjoy everything about it. Enjoying the love of other people, their infatuated expressions. The candy and flowers that were sometimes extended towards you. You really used to love it, maybe because that time of freedom wasnt long lost. Being a normal person experienced normal things, you were no different. You found a friend in a case that happened to the place you worked at, his name was Ranpo.

Quickly falling in love with his charm, this led to hanging more. One thing you learned was that Ranpo was possessive at times, it was subtle at first then became more clear. Still, everything is better in bliss when it contains some type of ignorance. It wasn't February when Ranpo confessed to you, happily smiling. A surprised but nervous look on your face as you accepted him. "I'd known you'd say yes, afterall no one can resist the best detective in the world!"

It was cute, but really, you should've known what was to come. "I'm so glad, you feel the same cause I'm never leaving you." 

Despite the childlike tone that was sung with his words, there was something threatening lying under. Yet, it was brushed off, it's fine, it's still in the crush stages.

The dates after the initial confession, everything seemed alright. You never saw the glares when someone was getting too friendly. Never hearing the threats being sent to the people you cared about. Not at any time being bothered by staying inside just with Ranpo for longer and longer. You didn't take Ranpo's warnings seriously, just assuming he was jealous and overprotective. His sweet coated words were the usual ones, yet sometimes it would feel off. "I hope you know i would kill someone for you, especially if they got too close" 

It never seemed like he was joking but you tried to soften up on that thinking. Afterall, he didn't seem like the type who would actually kill someone.

However, it seems, you got a little too close to someone and clearly Ranpo didn't take it lightly. It was a close friend of yours, they asked you to hang out and you took that opportunity when Ranpo was at work. Everything was going alright, you two were catching up, just chatting. They asked what you were gonna do for valentine's since it was a week away. You thought in silence, unsure of what exactly you wanted to do. You gave a lazy answer, it was probably gonna be a simple date. Eventually after an hour your phone started to ring, it was your boyfriend. You answered gingerly, not thinking much of it. 

"Where are you right now?" 

Ranpo's question was more so out of curiosity but his tone was a little firm. You answered back saying with a friend, the other line went silent for a few seconds before Ranpo started whining. The call ended shortly after and you'll figure it'd be best to leave. You bid your friend goodbye and got ready to go home. Still, something in your gut was telling you something tonight wasn't going to end well.

A day before the holiday, you got news of your friends passing, a cold murder. You were in panic with Ranpo trying to calm you down the best he could. Yet, you really only felt a little better, Ranpo's comforting felt wrong. There was only so much you could do and feel, while your boyfriend refused to let you go out.  He clung to your chest, his grip never softened just continued to hug you aggressively to prevent you from leaving. Your phone was discarded somewhere, so you couldn't even find out more about what happened. At the end of the night you were sobbing on the floor while Ranpo held you.

The next morning, it was Valentine's day. You were hoping to enjoy it. Spend it well with Ranpo, with lovestruck eyes. You got up, eyes tired and hung heavily. Attempting to cheer up after Ranpo made a comment, afterall he was taking you out somewhere special for today. You two got ready and left early, wearing a soft smile while Ranpo grinned with a lollipop in his mouth. After being attached to the hip for so long, you got to the café. Finally Ranpo slid you a heart shaped box, alongside a deep red rose.

You carefully opened it while Ranpo started to speak with a smile, "you know I wasn't lying when I said I'd kill for you" 

Eyes widening, you dropped the box clumsily in disturbance to what you saw. It was little bits of your friend, both eyes, some of their skin, a fingernail or two, alongside their heart.

[sirmidezz]

John Rambo x reader (platonic)

Prompt: John Rambo reminiscing over his childhood after witnessing some drunk dude yell at a cashier.

I honestly got impatient even though I barely posted my small essay not even 10 minutes before writing this, anyways come eat your food kids, ya get a full course in the span of one day.

Warnings: Trauma, PTSD, Child abuse, mentions of alcohol abuse, Foul language.

It was grocery day, every once a month when John got out of the house. The only time John ever left the house, unless it was to go to work. (Y/N) stayed at home to clean, trusting that John would be ok in town by himself this time.

John glanced down at the list, reading over all he needed to get before grabbing a shopping cart and heading out to the aisles. John insisted that he would remember every thing (Y/N) said they needed, that he didn't need to carry around a list, but (Y/N) was persistent.

John managed to finish getting most of what the list said in a short amount of time, as he was about to grab his 3rd to last item he noticed some yelling from the front of the store where the cashier's were. Curiosity got the best of John and he went over to see what was going on.

Some drunk man was yelling at the cashier about the price range on his six pack of beer and jar of pickles, trying to negotiate with the cashier and getting livid when his attempt failed.

John rolled his eyes slightly and continued back to his shopping spree. Before johnny could fully leave the area the man let out a scream and chucked the jar of pickles to the floor while spitting out profanities.

Suddenly the hairs on John's arms stood up, he froze slightly, a small memory passing through his mind, one he thought he could forget since it had been so long, one that seemed to set him on edge, one just as painful as any other memory he dared not to reminisce over.

In the blink of an eye John found himself driving back to the house, forgetting the groceries. He didn't think he would remember those times, those times before Vietnam, when the war was inside his own house.

"You worthless piece of shit! Can't even sweep the floors right! Just like your damn mother!" Yelled reeves as he layed hits on a more younger John, knocking him to the floor. John covered his face, not wanting to show that he was crying. "Fucking sissy! Take the fucking hits like a man should! Your not a little bitch your old enough to grow a pair!"

The loud tapping on the window was enough to pull John from his thoughts. (Y/N) Looked into the car, worry all over their face as John managed to zone in and out of reality. "Johnny? Can you hear me?" (Y/N) Spoke softly, a very notable difference from what went on in John's mind.

John managed to get back to his bearings. He had been parked in the driveway of the house for about a good 10 minutes staring off into space. (Y/N) Went over to the passenger side and opened the door. John didn't say anything, he felt like a small kid again, he felt so weak.

After about a good moment of silence (Y/N) spoke up. "You have been parked out here for some time now, you wanna tell me what is going on?" John shook his head, a stray tear escaping his right eye. (Y/N) Understood, they knew it was best to not push it, especially when John was like this. They couldn't help but at least care for their roomie. "You want a hug?" John nodded this time, feeling safe enough to want to be held.

(Y/N) leaned over and wrapped their arms around John's shoulders. John held them back tightly, burying his face onto their shoulder. John let out silent sobs as (Y/N) consoled him. They just softly rubbed his back in a soothing manner, comforting John the best they could.

Soon John's sobs slowly turned into sniffs. He managed to pull back after some time, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry about the groceries," mumbled John. (Y/N) Softly let out a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it johnny, we have tomorrow. I'm just worried about you, ok? Nothing else bothers me." (Y/N) Then softly cupped John's face, rubbing their thumb slightly. "Let's go back inside, we still have the stuff to make spaghetti, would you like spaghetti?"

John smiled a bit, he couldn't help but feed off the positivity from (Y/N). "I would like spaghetti." Said John before the two got out of the car and went back inside.

As (Y/N) began boiling the water John smiled and looked over to them.

"Thank you (Y/N), for everything."

"Anytime johnny, anytime."

[afterdarkwithcoffee]

Tfw you write smut at one am, pass the fuck out and forget you did the next day. Anyway. I could put this on my Mythos blog but I'm too embarrassed. Here's Owen getting fucked by the King in Yellow.

Kinks: trans guy piv sex, tentacles, teasing/edging, dubcon-ish, bondage, breeding kink, slave/pet kink, vague references to the Malevolent podcast

It's only a dream, Owen reminded himself.

Something skin-warm wrapped around his leg, gliding up beneath his trousers. He closed his eyes and shivered.

It's only a dream.

The gilded chains around his wrists felt real. They clinked together, singing like glass, as he twisted away from the invasion under his clothes. Owen set his teeth. His breathing quickened.

It's only a dream. It's not real.

But it felt real. Owen gasped, arching off the stone floor as the tendril kissed his clit. It traced circles around the nub, as if curious about his body. He swallowed hard. The moan escaped, and Owen blushed at the sound.

It's just a dream. But something was pulling the clothes off his body and he couldn't cover himself up with his arms trapped over his head. Owen squirmed. Another moan ripped free, his hips jerking up off the floor into that teasing touch.

Just a dream, he told himself, clenching his hands. His head fell back. He couldn't bring himself to look. Not at the tendrils wrapped around his thighs and spread him wide, wide enough it wasn't just pleasure burning on his face.

God. He was so wet. Anyone could see it, if anyone bothered to look. The tendril didn't stop. Something felt so cruel about that gentle touch. He wouldn't be able to cum if it kept that up.

But that, he feared, was the point.

Owen bit his lip against the pleasure. His toes curled, his hands flexed. A whine fled his mouth. He shuddered. Only a dream, only a dream. He'd wake up if he just waited for it.

How long would he have to wait for it?

The chuckle flooded the room, deep and reverberating. He'd not even known someone - some*thing* - entered, too lost in his pleasured haze. Owen kept his eyes shut. His clit throbbed.

“Stubborn, stubborn,” someone whispered.

A hand - a claw - ran through his sweaty hair.

“Troublesome little pet,” the stranger cooed. “Aren't you brave? You endure my affection with such courage.”

Only a dream, Owen thought, clinging to it with all his strength. He'd wake up. He'd have to wake up.

Something slick, something big, grazed against his leg. Owen’s breath hitched, he lifted his hips. The stranger laughed.

“You remind me of someone,” the stranger said, as if wistful. “Centuries to humanity are a snap of the fingers to me. Nearly a hundred of your planet’s years have passed since I lost him.”

A claw ran up his throat. Owen tilted his head back away from it, even as his cunt ached at the touch.

“I will not show you the mercy I did him,” the stranger said. “For now, I am but a dream to you. But your curiosity is your undoing. I bide my time to claim you, for you are already mine.”

A breathless laugh escaped the stranger, his captor. The swollen thing pressed against Owen's cunt. It traced up and down the soaked folds, nestling within them, and pressed against his entrance.

“You will suffer this affection for centuries,” the stranger said, over Owen's soft cry. The head of the tendril pressed in. “I will breed you like the animal you are. Your womb will swell with my spawn and the spawn of my Court. My pleasure will be your pleasure and you will beg for mercy I do not have.”

Owen almost sobbed as the tendril buried into his core. The size took his breath away. Another shaking whine escaped. Through it all the tendril playing with his clit did not stop.

He needed to cum so bad. Would he have to wait until he woke for relief?

“Yes,” the stranger, the King, said. “Yes, I'll enjoy impregnating you.”

The claws brushed over Owen’s cheek.

“Already I see the need on your face. Your body works against you. I almost believe it understands your purpose better than you do.”

The first thrust knocked a gasp from Owen. His clit twitched against the tendril tormenting him. The King laughed.

“You're wasted on that planet.”

Each thrust knocked the words out of Owen's head, and the moans from his body. The tendrils held his thighs open, displaying his humiliation to the King. Tears burned in his eyes. How would he bear an eternity like this?

Just… just a… dream…

The tendril tormenting his clit pulled away. Owen almost sobbed, the small nub visibly twitching. Torn cloth brushed against Owen's bare skin. The King touched his clit, and for the briefest moment, Owen believed a god could be kind.

[or13m]

Waking Dream (fnaf) Chapter 014

"O-Oh! Hello, Moony!" Sun greeted out loud, avoiding your question altogether. You frowned, but decided to remain silent for your friend's benefit. If he didn't want to talk to you about it, then there was nothing you could do to force him. The thought of making him even more uncomfortable than he already was made a shiver crawl up your spine. Instead, you wandered off to the security desk nearby, floating yourself up to sit on top of it while Sunny continued to ramble to a very-clearly frustrated Moon.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he cried, hopping from one foot to the other while he conversed with his counterpart. His pale-grey pupils flashed to you briefly before darting away to look at anything else in the daycare. "I HAD to! We-you-were out of control, Moony!" His voice--normally so loud that you could hear it from any corner in the cavernous room--dropped to a panicked whisper that petered off the further he got away from you, busying himself with rearranging everything within reach.

You didn't miss how he had included himself on the situation back in the party room. The guilt and concern came back a hundred-fold at the reminder. The curiosity about Gregory-Peter could wait; THIS situation was of far greater importance.

Hopping off the desk, you trailed after the gold and yellow bot with your usual "human" walk. Just because you were coming to terms with being a ghost didn't mean that you were willing to give up on the semblance of an ordinary life. You did your best to ignore how you couldn't help Sunny pick anything up since you were so worn out from everything that had happened that day. It was just adding fuel to the fire that you really COULDN'T be the person you wanted to be for them...

Your thoughts flashed to the image of Jessi leaning into their chest, her face tilted up towards theirs. The jealousy started to stir again in your chest and you forced yourself to shake the memory away, face flushed with embarrassment.

You really needed to reign in those emotions...and maybe get a reality check while you were at it.

"P-Peter ran a simple d-diagnosis!" Sun's panicked words snapped you out of your reverie. Looking up, you saw that he had knocked over the tower of noisemakers in his distress. His old protocols of how that particular set of blocks had to be in a certain order must have been messing with him since he was dancing around the three objects and spewing puffs of steam from the sides of his faceplate. You went to reach for the one that had rolled over to you, but your hands just passed right through it. Before you could even think to be upset about it, the brightly-colored bot was by your side. "Ah, it's alright, Sunshine! We've got it," Sunny reassured, grabbing the colorful cylinder you had failed to pick up. He guided you over to the security desk once again, whining about you needing to rest and accidentally letting slip how you'd met the others.

He only realized his mistake after Moon started in on yet another tirade in their shared mind. Before the two could argue any further, you intercepted with two simple words.

"I'm sorry!"

Silence rang throughout the daycare after your exclamation, not even the familiar jingle of bells breaking the tense atmosphere.

"I'm sorry for running off," you clarified, dropping your gaze to stare at your translucent hands. "And yelling at you in the party room. And for revealing myself to the others. I was just... I'm sorry..." you finished off in a pathetic whisper, voice thick with emotion. The tears you'd thought had ran out earlier came back with a vengeance. Your vision began to blur with the buildup before your eyelids could no longer hold them back. You cupped your hands to your face to hide the wetness now pouring down your cheeks, biting back the sobs crawling desperately up your throat. The sound of bells frantically sprinting away only to come back in what felt like seconds had you peeking out from between your fingers.

He was holding something behind his back.

"Please don't cry, Sunshine," he begged, voice strained from his own set of emotions. "I'm sorry, too. And I know Moony is! He just wants to tell you himself," he added as an afterthought, probably getting an earful from the friend you couldn't hear. Before you could ask what on earth they had to be sorry for, something small and adorable was shoved in your face. "This is for you! Moon and I made it!"

You stared at what was is in his hands, unable to believe your eyes. When had they had time to make a gift for you? You three were nearly always by each other's sides, yet there, sitting innocently in his metal palms, was a plushie version of YOU. They had used felt to mimic everything from your hair to your eyes, even sewing mini versions of your clothes to dress the doll. It was the same size as the plushies that had arrived this morning--the ones modeled after all of the animatronics who lived and worked at the plex--but looked so small in Sun's giant hands. You nearly choked at the red ribbon they had tied around its neck in place of the death mark, complete with a tiny bell. It was a miniature version of the ribbons they wore on their own wrists.

Sun set the stuffie down onto the desk next to you only to bring his hands back up to hover over your tear-stained cheeks. You could see the frustration clearly in his expressive face, mirroring your own before he let his hands drop to his sides. There was a moment of awkward silence before the daycare attendant suddenly perked up, his eyes bright with an idea.

"Ooh! I know!" he exclaimed, but gave no other hint as to what he was thinking about. His running footsteps filled the daycare as he took off towards the balcony, the hook usually reserved for Moon's use coming down to pull him up to their room. There was a lot of rummaging around and short exclamations as he did...whatever he was doing up there. After a few minutes passed, you grew bored and turned your attention back to the plushie by your side.

"So do you have a crush on them, too?" you sighed with a tired smile before it fell from your lips. You poked at where the nose should be, your finger passing right through the fabric and into the stuffing itself. "It's just a puppy love thing, right? I haven't known them that long. Besides...I can't even touch them..." You continued to wallow in your despair, your thoughts spinning at all the possibilities that could never be. And that was assuming that they liked you back in that way. And both of them, at that! You groaned, slapping a hand to your face at that far-fetched idea.

It took a minute to realize that you FELT that slap...

Your eyes snapped open, having shut when you'd brought a hand to your face. You pulled said hand back, recognizing the fabric of the plushie you had been staring at just seconds before. A quick glance down showed you in the same outfit that the DOLL was wearing, and not your translucent human body you'd grown so used to.

Did...Did you just possess a plushie?

[steddieas-shegoes]

Useful rated M tw: likely dubcon

If there's anything that Steve knows he's good at (outside of anything upside down related), he knows it's making his partners feel good. They tell him in the safety of the bedroom, they tell their friends, who go on to tell others. He's heard about it in crowded hallways. The whispers of how he puts his partners first. They spread it around, offering him up,like a sure thing, almost like he was a character from a Tommy Tutone song "For a good time call... Harrington." Like it was all some joke. Maybe to everyone else, it was a joke. But for a long time it was the only positive feedback in his day to day life, and it made him feel somewhat special. Wanted. Everywhere he went he getting smiled at, everyone happy to see him. So he kept trying to live up to the talk. And, for a while, he did. Then, for a while, he dated Nancy and the talk died down, until they inevitably broke up.

Without his house parties, after his fall from popularity, he seemed only to have himself to offer. He became a curiosity amongst his peers, more than anything. It felt less like the general populace were cheering him on and more like they were encouraging each other to use him Even reciprocation dwindled. Like he wasn't worth the effort.

So he took a step back, fudged his flirting game, unless there was an active audience. Blamed his dry spell on his scoops uniform. Until loneliness won out. Told himself the right one would care enough, he just had to find them.

Sure he talked about cutting back on dates with Robin, he didn't really fill her in on the lack of reciprocation in the bedroom, just told her about his heavy heart. Sort of embarrassed to talk about anything else at length. Just told her he was tired of sex without connection.

After the mess that was Vecna he dipped his toe back into the dating world, told himself he'd pace himself. Wait longer than before to take things into the bedroom. And it seemed to be going well, thought he'd hit off with a woman named Nadine. She laughed at his jokes, wanted to hear about his thoughts. And when they finally went back to her place,after a few dates, she left him with an aching jaw and an even more aching heart. When she'd finished she sighed contentedly and then immediately called it a night. Saying something about how she'd pass his number along to her girlfriends. His stared up at her, erection flagging, an embarrassed flush, the sound of his quickening heart thudding in his ears, feeling like someone dumped ice water into his lungs. Not again! He mumbled a No thanks, and scurried out to his car to go home. He sat in his driveway, numb,with tears flooding his eyes, and decided he truly had enough. Maybe I'm not meant for love at all.

He sat there sobbing until there was tapping on his window. Eddie standing there,with a six pack of beer,and a video, in hand. Looking so pleased to see him. He opened the door and started stepping out. "Hey Stevie! I was checking to see if you were up to a movie night I know it's late but I was feeling lonesome. Wait are you crying? Are you alright?! Let's get you inside big boy, and you can tell me whats up."

AHHHHH!!!! Eddie’s here to save the day!!!!

This was great!

All I can think about now is how Eddie was probably terrified to see Steve actually crying, thinking something Upside Down related was probably happening. It took him hours to get Steve to talk and once he did, he told him “you don’t have to keep giving all of yourself to people who don’t deserve it when there’s someone who wants to give you everything right here” and then they fuck nasty about it and Eddie makes sure to make him come at least twice before he does.

Thank you for sending this!!!

[shitty-silly-idea-archive]

Start of a little fic idea I've had :3 I'm thinking if I should make Poseidon actually wake up with his arm bitten off like when Kronos ate him or if I should just make him a child with both his arms intact. I like the angsty ideas I have for if I make him wake up without that arm. Technically this doesn't make any fucking sense, but it's self indulgence and I'm probs not gonna post this anywhere else so ya.

| It's not often that a God gets hurt, even less often that they get hurt this badly and by a godly weapon at that. The last instance had happened a forgotten time ago, which means there's not much known about how to treat a God after being so severely injured. So, after getting Poseidon back to Olympus, no thanks to any of the Gods, not even his own brothers, Apollo did all in his might to treat him. Now, Poseidon still lays unconscious in the sun gods infirmary.

It's not surprising that he'd take longer to recover, Athena is at the infirmary still as well after Zeus had struck her, but she's at least conscious. The other gods had at first not paid him much mind, even snickered while passing him, now they all had differing responses to his slow paced healing. Some passed by his room without a glance, maybe a bad feeling in their chest. Others checked up on him regularly, partly out of concern and out of curiosity. At one point Apollo had just left him to treat any other patient that got to his infirmary and to keep healing Athena, the one who's at least conscious.

Tonight was one of these nights, the god of the sun nowhere to be seen, most likely in his sleeping quarters like the rest of the gods besides Athena, who lays in the room down the hall from Poseidon. Athena had been watching the ceiling, deep in thought thinking about Odysseus, how wrong it all went when she left and how she could fix their friendship, now that he's back in ithaca. The Man has gone through so much, would he even call her a friend anymore? Would he tell his family to never pray to her again? Would he ever forgive her for leaving him to his own devices in the middle of his journey home?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash. It sounded like it came from further down the hall, maybe some other patient woke up and wanted to walk out, pushing over some medical equipment in the process. Apollo wouldn't be pleased with that but it wasn't any of her concern, not worth her attention. What did catch her attention though, was the shrill cry that sounded after the crash.

A very childlike cry.

That got Athena to her feet, she was still sore all over and it hurt, but she couldn't ignore it. Why would there be a child in Olympus? In the infirmary? The last time she checked, there were no children anywhere on Olympus.

The Godess stormed out of her room, not caring how loud the door hit the wall, most occupants of the infirmary were probably woken up by the cries, Apollo himself was probably awoken too. As she strode down the corridor, scanning every door, every inch of the hallway for evidence of the sounds source, she catches a faint, sweet smell.

Ichor.

It's coming from Poseidon's room.

'okay, he probably woke up, tried to get up and opened some wound.' Athena reasoned with herself, but that didn't explain the cries that are seemingly also coming from Poseidon's room. Why would the god have a child in his room?

Athena gently opened the door, not wanting to hit the already fucked over god with the door, and glanced inside.

The first emotion on her face was confusion, the cries were drowned out by her thoughts. Why is there a child on the floor? Where's Poseidon? How did this child even get here? Her thoughts were again interrupted by the child's loud sob as they tried to get up, failing to do so and fall back down on their arm.

Or more like the still bleeding stump of their arm.|

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

If you want a prompt, how about something like safe unaware/accidental noms? Where both pred and prey were unwilling but maybe the pred doesn't even notice? (Or the pred does know but does it on accident while prey is panicking and misunderstanding, but personally that's my second) I just reallllllly like this trope and reallllly wanna read more of it...please?

Wooooo here I gooo!!! :D

Two friends, a giant mer and a human sized naga, there's nothing wrong right? Until your small friend turn out to be too curious... :]

@da3dm :]

TW: Safe/soft/unaware vore, unwilling pred, unwilling prey, digestion mention (kinda; doesn't happen tho)

A sunny day, there was a light breeze in the air and the sound of the waves breaking on the shore, made it a perfect day to rest lying on the sand, under the rays of the sun.

The giant mer was lying on his back on the beach, the vast majority of his tail out of the water, only occasionally getting wet when 'little' waves crashed against it.

His calm and slow breathing showed that the mer was asleep, his mouth slightly open, one of his arms resting on the sand while the other was resting comfortably on his abdomen.

His naga friend was coiled on his own coils watching the green mer rest. His golden tail uncurled a bit as he stretched out. The naga gazed at his friend as he rested, his pale blue eyes widening as he had an idea.

He slid slowly toward the mer's sleeping body, climbing up the arm that lay on the sand to easily climb up to the mer's chest.

Once he was there, he looked up, beginning to climb over Dream's face. He curiously looked at the slightly open mouth of the mer, which was a dark shade of green while his tongue was a light green. He had never noticed it until now.

However, his curiosity didn't last long though as Dream yawned in his sleep, causing Punz to fall straight into his mouth and because of being lying on his back caused him to quickly head for his throat. “D-Dream!!!” It only took a fragment of a second for his head to be swallowed and get into the throat.

The mer choked for a moment before continuing to swallow the naga unconsciously. His hair was plastered against his eyes from the saliva in his throat, and he couldn't push it away as his arms were pressed against his sides.

Punz writhed as he continued down, feeling the end of his tail finally enter the mer's throat.

It wasn't long before the top half of him was ushered into a more open space, the rest of his body following within a few seconds.

He moved toward the walls of his stomach, desperately trying to get his friend's attention. “Dream!!?? Can you hear me!? Get me out of here please!" he yelled at him as he pushed and hit the soft walls.

The sudden movement in his stomach woke Dream up, who yawned in confusion hearing his friend, but unable to see where he was. “Punz..?” He looked around, still unable to see the golden naga.

The movements in his stomach increased and Dream placed a hand on it, feeling the small movements. "Dream! I'm in your stomach! You swallowed me while you were sleeping! Get me out of here please!!!” Hearing this, Dream's eyes widened, beginning to panic as well.

How was it possible that he had eaten his own friend?

He desperately tried to throw him up, he tried many ways but couldn't push Punz up which made him more nervous and made him panic even more.

It always worked for him with some kind of food he didn't like, why did it not work this time? The mer let out an anguished sob as he covered his face with his hands. He didn't want to kill Punz...

A few minutes passed before he felt the naga press against the front of his stomach. "Uh...Dream?" "Yeah!? Are you alright?!" he asked with urgency painted in his voice. "Uh...Yeah...For some reason I'm fine...Dream?"

The mer calmed down for a moment before speaking to his friend. "Tell me..." "You won't have a brood pouch for some reason, right?" he asked curiously. "Uh.. I don't know.. I never thought about that…"

Punz released a relieved sigh, apparently he already knew where he was. His friend hadn't been raised by other mers so he obviously didn't know he had a brood pouch and the reason Punz wasn't turning to mush was because he was surely inside of it.

"Then there's nothing to worry about... Apparently you've always had a brood pouch and having unconsciously swallowed me, your body has noticed that you didn't want to swallow me voluntarily, also not knowing what you were swallowing and put me here. So, for At least we know that I'm going to be fine, and now I'll have to wait for you to know how to get me out of here…" the naga explained calmly.

The mer hummed understanding what his friend was telling him. "But how did I swallow you? I thought you were resting on the sand..." The naga blushed slightly in embarrassment.

"Your mouth just made me curious and when you yawned I fell into it…" Dream let out a small sigh. "Be more careful next time... What a scare we've had…"

[iheart-nana]

xxxii. your embrace

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO ─ your embrace.

❛ now i need someone to hold be my fire in the cold ❜

Choi Yumi's Perspective

"The kitten's grown."

The moment those words left my mouth, I wanted to slap myself really hard. I had been waiting outside the Jagam High Music Club for what felt like an eternity. Each passing minute felt endless, but I endured through my impatience because I wanted to see Kim Taesung. I wanted to sincerely apologize for every thoughtless word I said to him. And when I finally spotted him feeding the kitten on the sidewalk, looking just as gorgeous as ever, all I could say was "The kitten's grown?" I had never acted more stupid in my life

He turned to look at me, and his eyebrows raised in curiosity seemed to fall and his expression changed. His eyes look blank and lifeless, reminding my of the future that I had recently witnessed. He focused his gaze on the ground, as if he was trying to distract himself.

"Oh, it's you."

His words seemed to break my heart in a split second. My mind recalled all the moments I had spent with him in the past. His witty remarks, his humor that was slightly rude, were all vivid in front of my eyes. But now, all that was gone, replaced by a grim, cold boy that I barely recognized. That side of him that only I seemed to know had disappeared, and it was all my fault.

He stood up, facing me now, and my stupid heart began hammering against my chest.

"I- I wanted to say... that I'm sorry," I mumbled out. Another internal slap. That sounded completely insincere. Like someone had forced me to apologize. What was wrong with me? Where had all my communication skills gone off to?

Choi Eunyoung's Perspective

I pushed the door as I entered the swimming pool area as quietly as I possibly could. Immediately, the smell of chlorine hit my nose and the still, cool air that hung over the entire room sent a shiver down my spine. I closed the door behind me, making barely a sound as my eyes scanned my surroundings. There was a wall on my right, and a door on my left leading to a locker room. All the windows had been closed and the only source of illumination was from some dim lights put up on the walls.

I had run into Inhyuk while I was about to meet Sunjae at his house, who told me that Sunjae had gone to the swimming pool because he apparently "left something there." The statement brought an inexplicable anxious feeling that tightened my chest and I came to the school swimming pool as quickly as I could.

A soft sobbing sound fell upon my ears that grew louder as I moved towards the source of the sound. Then I saw him. Sunjae. He was sitting right at the edge of the swimming pool. legs crossed and his head in his hands, crying softly. My raised eyebrows and curious eyes morphed into a face of unwelcome realization. My heart seemed to crack and shatter the longer I watched him. Swimming was everything to him. And all of a sudden, he had to quit. When I thought about the amount of pain he must have been in, it made me want to scream and curse at his fate. I felt that same tightening feeling in my chest as I approached him slowly, mindful of the wet floor.

Ryu Sunjae's Perspective

I felt a pair of arms gently wrap around my shoulders. The action was sudden, unexpected; Especially because no one was around when I checked; But strangely, instead of resisting, I found myself melting into the embrace. A part of me knew. That it was her. With hesitation, I lifted my head, my face wet with tears as I heaved another sob and looked at Eunyoung's face that seemed to reflect the pain I felt inside.

"Eunyoung," I breathed out, my sobbing stopping momentarily, "I was-"

"You don't have to explain," she assured me, her own voice sounding choked, as if she was holding back tears. She was kneeling on the wet floor behind me, her arms clinging onto me, as if she was afraid to let go. All my pain seemed to suddenly disappear in that moment as my face began feeling warmer and butterflies seemed to take flight in my stomach. Her touch sent chills down my spine every single time.

She closed her eyes tightly, as tears spilled out of her eyes. With each drop that cascaded down her cheeks, I felt my heart break. She pulled away and sat facing me while trying to blink away the tears in her eyes. "Sunjae, I," her voice faded away as she tried to compose herself before speaking again. As her hand reached up to caress my face, I felt my heart skip a beat. Choi Eunyoung what are you doing to me?

"I never want you to be in pain. It hurts to see you like this, Sunjae. You never have to feel like you need to bottle up your feelings. Because I'm here for you. And I always will be."

The moment she said those words, I couldn't help but pull her into another embrace and burst into tears. My arms wrapped tightly around her waist as I sobbed into the nape of her neck. I felt the surprise in her body, but instead of pushing me away, her hands rested lightly on my head, caressing my hair with a kind of care I had never felt before. I didn't know how much I needed to hear those words, because they seemed to reassure me in ways that I had never felt before.

Then, at the perfect time to ruin the moment, there was a crashing sound outside. Both of us jumped severely as we slipped because of the wet floor and plunged into the pool that was barely inches away from us. The second that the cold water hit my body, soaking all my clothes, I felt my hands reaching for Eunyoung, who was struggling. I held her shoulders tightly as she steadied herself. My eyes scanned her as I asked frantically, "Are you alright? You aren't hurt or anything are you?"

Her widened eyes seemed to stare at me for a few moments before answering, "No... I'm just a little shaken," her nose crinkled up, "And I think some water went up my nose."

I chuckled at her adorable expression. She's just too cute, I found myself thinking.

"Let's get out of here?"

"You don't have to ask me twice."

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nana's notes: i came up with this cute idea during a lecture btw my brain never take s a break <3 also someone needs to check on yumi, like is she okay??

delphi's notes: aw they fell in the pool. *ERROR* yumi's communications not found ⚠️

next chapter: friday (out now) list of chapters here!

[softskiesahead]

12 days of lukeyaya day 7

do you think luke could have put Yaya as an emergency contact when he was taken away. she probably never knew, and thankfully it was never needed... but imagine if it had been? some alternate universe where luke had been injured badly enough, perhaps fatal, to warrant that call.

years had passed since yaya last saw luke. she didn't know where he went, if he was still alive. if he still cared about her. and then her phone rings. and they say the infamous I'm sorry. the answer to a question she had been haunted by for years suddenly comes at her hard and fast out of nowhere, and now she can't take back that curiosity.

he's thoughtful enough to put her as that contact. he knows that if something happened to him, he'd want her to know, even if they won't ever tell her of the full details. but thankfully, she never had to know.

SCREAMS AND SOBS AND CRIES???? why and how are u doing this to me . this is horrific .

her worst nightmare, really. at least she could imagine he was safe before, happy, hopefully, even though it stung that it wasn’t with her.

to learn the truth about what happened to him and what led to that awful call? it shatters everything. because they could have been happy. he could have finished school and come back to her. instead he languished in a system he didn’t fully desire to be a part of.

and after that all, when asked who he wanted to put on that dotted line for if the unthinkable happened…it was still her. she has to sit with that. maybe he thought he could come home to her someday too. or maybe he just didn’t want her to wonder forever.

[inpiink]

[edge] - to edge my muse/deny them orgasm @princetorn

too often, percy gets caught up in her own mind during these moments: am i pretty enough? am i being too quiet? too loud? it happens less with royce—she knows down to her soul that he wants her, wants her just as badly as she wants him, a wanting that should and nearly does frighten her with its intensity. but less isn't never, and it's been a bad week in a bad year and even kissing him until her lips were bruised hadn't been able to silence the little voice saying you aren't pretty enough, you aren't pleasant enough, you aren't easy enough to be around.

so she'd asked can you make me stop thinking? can you help me forget?

maybe it's not healthy. she'd certainly felt guilty enough earlier, a small intrusive thought that she was using him.

but she doesn't feel guilty now. it's hard to like this. bare beneath him, stripped of her clothes and her shyness and her pretense, her skin littered with the marks she begged him to leave, she feels nothing but desperate desire. his fingers are inside her, his thumb on her clit, each movement stoking her higher and higher, pulling wordless sighs and whines and soft little ah, ah, ah's from her throat. she's clinging to him and royce is looking at her like he wants to eat her whole and all she can do is stare back, luminous green eyes taking in every inch of him. handsome and horrifying. her macabre prince. she's never needed anybody this badly.

his fingers press just right and her cunt clenches hard around the digits. lashes flutter closed, and her voice is high & breathy, chest heaving as she babbles out: "oh my god, royce, i'm gonna—i'm so close—"

he removes his hand. her orgasm slips away from her for the third time tonight, and her eyes fly open as a frustrated near-sob slips from her lips. percy writhes beneath him without really meaning to, driven by primal need, searching for nonexistent friction to bring her over the edge he left her on. but royce pins her hips to the mattress with the hand he just had inside her, and she has no choice but to still. his fingers smear her own arousal across her skin, and the sensation feels so deliciously filthy that she actually moans.

"oh my god," she repeats, voice wrecked. glassy-eyed, cheeks splotchy pink, she looks feverish and feels feral with need. she reaches down to cover his hand with her own, her fingers twitching. she could finish herself off, is so keyed up that it would hardly take anything at all, but she doesn't want to. she wants to be at his mercy. the seconds pass. the pleasure ebbs slightly. it still won't take much to work her to the edge again, but she's not about to come from a light touch anymore.

"please, i need—how many more times are you going to make me wait?" wanton curiosity colors the words; she wants to know how mean he'll get. she'll gladly take whatever he tells her to.

[neptoons1998]

Bedtime

A/N: I know have been neglecting Shuriri for a moment because I focus on writing/finishing Attoye rn. I'm in my AU bag right now because I am too chicken little to write things in canon. But here's something to tie you guys over lol.

Tags: Fluff AU, kidfic/family au

It was a quiet night in the busy city of Boston. Riri lay in bed, she just finished her new skin routine that Sharon said she desperately need since the birth of her daughter. Riri knew she wasn't going to able to keep with the multi-step skincare routine, once she get back to work in the coming months.

That's for future Riri to worry about.

Riri looked at the clock on her phone, Shuri should be done putting down Zariah. Surprisingly Zariah was one of sleep through night kind of babies. The only time the babe would cry during the night was to change her diaper or she wanted a late-night snack.

Curiosity getting the better of the scientist made her way to the nursery. Riri slowly pushed the door, to be greeted by Shuri focused on Zariah, who fell asleep mid-way drinking her milk from her bottle.

"She fell asleep right after eating," Shuri whispered still sitting in the rocking chair; as if the baby would wake instantly with a small number of decibels in the nursery.

"Well, my grandma always said something warm in your stomach will do that to you," Riri joked as she watched her love cradle Zariah. Riri sat herself down on the other rocking chair in Zariah's room. During her pregnancy, the woman couldn't decide which rocking chair she liked the most, to the point she started sobbing openly at the department store. Shuri, being the wonderful wife told her they could buy both of them. Riri gave a huff of amusement, "It's crazy for someone who has no kneecaps she's so cute."

"Of course she cute, she's got it from me, "Shuri quipped back Riri gave a soft smile.

"That's all you?" Riri circled her index finger in pointing at her love.

"Oh most definitely," Shuri huffs up her chest, "She going to have your attitude, so I think that's fair."

Riri rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say dear."

Slinet passed between the two. The pair enjoyed each other's company without words that need to be spoken. Shuri was in her thoughts, she was excitedly anxious and insecure about being a mother. Shuri read every baby book she could get her hands on. Books spewed all over the floor, asking Riri how was feeling billion times a day; making all of Riri's lunches when she went to work. Shuri wanted every independent variable to go right in their favor.

Shuri would be a fool to say the small baby didn't capture her heart as soon as she placed it in her hands that day in the delivery room. The only time she had this feeling was with Riri when the woman agree to be a girlfriend, later on, her wife.

"How are you feeling?" Shuri asked she knew she had said the same question too many times today. Riri knew it was Shuri's way of checking up on her. People tend to focus on the baby and not the mother; the gesture warmed Riri's, cold heart.

"Fine besides these ugly stretch marks," Riri said as she pulled up her shirt a little to see the lines on her stomach.

"Your stretch marks are so beautiful, love," Shuri said

Riri gave yawn tired too over her body, "Are you coming to bed anytime soon, or there's a new lady in your life."

Shuri gave a small chuckle as she placed the Zariah in her bassinet. The pair walked out of the nursery hand and hand, "You mean our lives."

[bowuigifire]

BURN FOR YOU 🔥💚

SUMMARY: Luigi found himself in a strange alien world, alone and terrified. But perhaps this place isn't so bad?

CHAPTER 6:

A chill passed through Luigi's body, his blue eyes looking from side to side, searching for something. Someone. He is surrounded by darkness and silence, a bad feeling in his gut. "Mario," he called, "per favore, where are you?" His voice echoed.

He had been walking for what seems hours, still searching for his brother. A strange strong breeze that appeared out of nowhere crashed against his body, making him shudder violently. He doesn't know where he is. Where's Mario? He wants to go home. But where is home?

Trembling, he wrapped his arms around his own body in an attempt to warm himself. "Please, someone, help. Aiuto!" White smoke came from his blue lips, weak, broken. He kept calling, walking aimlessly, but eventually his legs stopped working and he collapsed painfully against the black floor. He's alone, now, as he always feared he would be. Despite that, he called for help one last time with all the strength left in his body.

Wakeup!

"Luigi! Greenie, wake up!" A hand was shaking him, big and warm. The plumber opened his eyes with difficulty, relieved at seeing who it was.

"King Bowser..." was whispered weakly, throat aching. A sob escaped from Luigi’s lips, then, and instinctively he took hold of the paw still in his shoulder in search of comfort and safety. Nightmares weren't anything new to Luigi, his brother always there to reassure him. Mario isn't here now.

"Its okay." The large turtle hushed him. "You're okay. You're safe." He kept reassuring the human while gently stroking his back. "That's it, let it all out." After ten minutes or so, Luigi let go of the koopa, ashamed of having lost control in front of the King. Of anyone, if he had to be honest. Bowser moved to sit next to the human, thankful that all the guest's beds were big enough to fit his much larger size.

"You were screaming. Do you want to talk about it?" Bowser spoke in such a soft voice that it took the green plumber some time to understand it came from him. It didn't help that the nightmare kept repeating in his mind in a loop. He shook his head, too afraid to even mention it out loud. "That's okay. We can just stay in silence until you fall asleep again." Luigi shook his head, opening his mouth to say... He didn't know what, but Bowser beat him to it. "What about some music? Are you up to it?"

This time, Luigi tilted his head up, their eyes meeting. There was curiosity, gratitude and confusion shining on the blue ones. Slowly, he nodded.

"It's decided, then." The koopa stoop up and took the plumber gently into his hands, mindful with his claws. Luigi let out a weak scream at being picked up so suddenly but didn't complain. "Oh. And don't mention this to Kamek. I'm not supposed to be here, ya know?" He teased, causing a chuckle to escape from the human, which caused a smile to form on Bowser.

They were in another huge room, up some stairs that led to a large black piano on a floating platform. The King didn't wait a second to go up and sit down, placing Luigi next to him, red eyes looking at the keys in front of him as he mentally selected a song for the human's enjoyment. Although there were many options, in the end he decided on a quiet one, the moonlight illuminating them as inspiration. Claire DeLune.

And so he began with a few notes, slow but savoring each one of them. One after another, the melody started to relax Luigi, who watched fascinated as the great Koopa's fingers moved gracefully across the keys. He must have practiced a lot, the man thought to himself. The sound around them seems to tell a story. A poem, perhaps. A story from long ago. Sad and beautiful. How could something as simple as this convey so much? Delicate yet deep, full of meaning to couldn't quite understand, just feel. Looking at Bowser, the King had his eyes closed, his bushy brows knitted in concentration. Beautiful, indeed, thought the plumber in awe, his mind already forgetting his nightmare.

They stayed like time for some more songs when Luigi fell asleep against the giant koopa's side. Looking down, Bowser peered down at the human's peaceful features, a familiar sensation filling him. It always calmed him to see his children happy and safe, and now this strange human too. His inner dragon purred in contentment.

In a low voice, the King called Kamek. The Magikoopa appeared unsurprised to notice Luigi sleeping lying against the King.

"I need for you to take him back to his room." Kamek nodded silently making Luigi float to his side when he heard his King call him again. "Any news about his brother?"

The older koopa hesitated to answer but eventually did. "I'm afraid so, sire. He was located in the Mushroom Kingdom, as we predicted. However, Mario - that's his name, - and Princess Peach were... training. I believe they are getting ready for a battle, sire."

"We already knew it would happen." Deflected the other. "Make sure our own troops are ready also." Was all the King said, his attention back to the piano. The music started to sound renewed, ignoring Kamek's questioning gaze. The older koopa shook his head, disappearing with Luigi back to the guest room, Peach not mentioned even once.

Alone with his thoughts yet again, Bowser change the current tune back to Claire DeLune picturing images of Peach smiling sweetly, blue eyes twinkling up at him. Soon they changed to Luigi’s face, the shocking image disrupting the piece in the sudden wrong note that sounded loudly around the room, followed by silence.

"I'm in trouble."

[shadowwolfmemes]

you know how your character liana is happy-go-lucky right? Is there anything that hurts her physically or emotionally? or was her life perfect all the time?

That's a good question, Anon. I never thought anyone would ever ask this, though. I'm glad it's you.

⚠Fair warning, there will be a description of self-harm. Be warned.⚠

So you see, Liana appears to be happy and bubbly all the time, but that's only the surface of her life. Her life was never perfect from the very beginning, even after mysteriously turning into a lycanthrope.

During her late teens, Liana had family issues. It mostly revolved around her dad having heated arguments with his mother and sister. Sometimes, it came to the point where it revolved around mild violence.

When Liana turned into a lycanthrope at age 17, she didn't realize how horrible lycans get treated until she willingly got transported to boot camp and got herself a job at the military police force at age 18.

Liana would constantly get dirty looks from strangers every time she walks on the streets, but that wasn't the worst she's experienced. As time passes on, the treatment worsens.

It came to the point where it's harassment. Liana would constantly get death threats or have people come up to her and try to physically hurt her in many ways by humans.

Humans would also say things that aren't entirely true about not only her, but lycanthropes as a whole:

"Lycanthropes are horrible, bloodthirsty beasts that will kill without reason or remorse. They don't have morals like we do."

"Lycans should be locked away in a zoo like the dirty animals they are. They shouldn't roam around in society carefree because they're completely dangerous."

Something like that, but sometimes worse. Whenever Liana vents to a random stranger or tell someone she has gone through these complications, some would simply brush it off like it's nothing serious.

What pisses Liana off the most is when someone puts their life problems above hers like what she's going through isn't as important as theirs. When you say there are bigger problems in the world whenever Liana vents, she'll get pissed off right off the bat and rightfully so.

And what makes it worse is how belittling a few people are.

"You're happy all the time, so there's no way you have problems in life."

"You have people who care about you and you have a perfectly normal life, so how are you depressed?"

Yes, people actually said stuff like that to her. All Liana wanted was to be understood by others and have them sympathize with her when she most definitely needs it. Human or not, she's a sentient being, too.

So you see, Anon, Liana's life isn't all bright and perfect because guess what?

There's no such thing as a perfect life!

The reason why she's so cheerful now is because Liana wants to be one of the positive changes in the world, even if it's just a tiny little speck. That tiny sliver of light in the darkness. It worked for some time, but it can only help her through so much before she reaches her breaking point.

Believe it or not, Liana would have break-downs in the comfort of her own home so that nobody is watching her punch holes in the walls and sob loudly due to the amount of times she's been harassed.

Sometimes, she would harm herself by clawing off only the surface of her skin due to high levels of emotional stress. It happens whenever life is too much for her to handle and Liana feels like nobody is there to tell her that everything will be alright.

Of course, Liana has her moments in life because she's not perfect like Mary Sue. (Mind you, she hates Mary Sues because there needs to be some flaws to balance the character out and Mary Sue is way too perfect for my liking. It'd be mindful if you don't call her one. Not gonna lie, I highly dislike Mary Sues, so I try my very best to avoid creating one. 😓)

With that being said, I hope this satisfies your curiosity of Liana's somewhat hidden angsty side.