#it’s killing hunter but I just. don’t enjoy video games…

[exponentiate]

Terrible news from my World’s Slowest Disco Elysium Playthrough, I’ve officially Accidentally Picked The Fascist Option Because I Thought It Was A Joke enough times for the Join Us In Fascism Officially thought to pop up. :( Hunter (who’s operating the controller on my behalf bc I hate walking around) selected the “not enough kings and flags” options as I indicated, then turned to me and said, “You realize that was the fascist option, right? Like that was serious, not a joke?” :(

[shinakazami1]

Transcript of IGN Handsome Jack QnA

This thing doesn't have the whole text but - questions and some of my fav Meg-Jack interactions :^] I tried to write their speech patterns as close as possible

Transcript under the cut:

0:30: Question: Is Buttstallion the best horse ever Jack : Well it’s my horse. That I made her ( <- FACT CHECK: he bought her) out-out of diamonds, so…

0:45 Q: What it’s like wearing a face (mask - though in video it's funnily shown) J: It’s not a mask, it’s a freaking face! Do people think I’m wearing a freaking mask on my face? MEG!! I’m kidding. You’re cute tho. You know what it’s like—do you ever put a onesie on right out of the dryer? (whisper) it’s like that. (normal volume) It’s cosy. It just feels right. And a cool thing about wearing a face is – you can swap them out with however many people you kill in course of an afternoon or a week or whatever. You get off that face – you put on another one! (laughs mid-sentence) It’s fantastic. I can look at whoever. I could look like you Meg if I wanted to. I might later. Wear your face.

1:43 Q: Boxers or briefs? J: Commando!

1:50 Q: What dead celebrity would you bring back? J: Tom Cruise. (learning he is still alive) He’s not dead. Oh. Well-well let’s kill him and then I can bring him back to life or whatever.

2:10 -2:52 (Off top) J: Where did you get these pretzels Meg: From the Hyperion vending machine J: They’re delicious. (long silence) They’re good. (longer) I promise someone will clean it up – my God that’s what happens If you drink beer at lunch, people!

(….) J: Pandorian, people are dumb but loyal. M: I’m loyal sir. I’m very, very very- J: Nah, so much of this. M: Oh yes, sir.

2:15 (Answer 3:25) Q: Do people recognise your voice in public? J: I’m all over the fucking place. I’m in megaphones, I’m in-in like convenience store, vending machines so—yeah. Yeah uh, I have to say. Yeah.

3:48 Q: Favourite type of weapon? J: What do you think, Meg? M: Uhh-anything that kills, sir. J: Well, I would say Hyperion would be a good start, wouldn’t you. M: (louder, nervously) That would be a very good start. J: There you go. Smart… uh. (Awkward horrible silence he prob wanted to say ‘smart girl’ and im glad he didn’t say it cus Jesus Christ man how much cringe can you spout out of your mouth). Anything made by Hyperion and anything that and anything that inflicts, like you said. Fairness to you. The most damage possible.

4:09 Q: (person wanted a greeting for her cat Tunses) J: Hey Tunses.

4:30 Q: Which Vault Hunter do you hate the least and which the most? J: I try not to play favourites. I hate them all the same. M: They’re all pretty terribl- J: (growling) They’re all equally hateable. M: They’re all pretty terrible. (you go girl say your lines) J: Each and every one of them. M: They all want to kill you, sir. J: God I hate them so much.

(Off top) J: (soft laugh) I enjoy your company M: You would make a great voice actor, sir. J: You know I’ve heard that! Yeah yeah yeah – people tell me sh# t all the time. You know. Like : , uh- I (chuckles) get that you, babe- M: You can cook, sir?! J: I- uh, um, I, uh – yeah. I'm really quite handy in the kitchen. M: Yeah? J: Yeah. M: What do you like to make sir. J: I find it- I find it z-zens me out after coming home and washing all the blood out of my clothes.

5:25 Q: Why are you so perfect? J: I don’t know, ask my mom. (pause) You can’t – you can’t because she’s dead, I killed her – but if she was alive, you could ask my mom.

(offtop) J: (playing the game) Where is my oxygen level? M: So, your oxygen level isssss – where the hell is it? J; Come on Meg – I cannot with your (Meg breaks out laughing) you stupid little sh#t like this (they both laugh) and you’re letting me dooown. M: Oh my God I’m the worst!! J: No it’s right over (chin upfront sounding voice idk how else to call him becoming a goblin) it’s right over there, did your little brain fall out of your head, Meg? M: Sorry, should be on your map. J: (genuine soft sounding) Why am I so mean to you? M: I don’t know, sir. J: (still soft, but cool persona) AAA that’s cus of what- that’s what I do.

J: How does Handsome Jack butt slam? M: I think youuuu- J: Anyway he likes (laughs) M: (chuckles) Yes, yes, exactly- J: Joke right there. Welcome

(…) J: That’s what the hip kid say. Instead of , they say (he becomes sonic and laughs like him). Did you know that? M: No, sir J: Yeah. That’s what they do.

(…) M: (after Jack killed a few monsters) Good job! J: Thank you Meg! Thank you for being such a loyal supporter. M: Absolutely sir: J: Really appreciate you, Meg. M: You do sir??? J: Claptrap (HEEEELP THE TIMING??? WHY DOES HE SAY THIS) M: That’s great. Oh- J: I appreciate you Claptrap.

(…) J: Gotta get some things- M: Yes. J: Gotta get some uh- hopefully some grenades. I love- I love the grenades! I got to say, I’m a huge fan (starts chuckling) blowing sh#t up.

7:25 Q: Is Handsome Jack happy? J: (laughs) That’s a great question. It’s deep, isn’t it? Um, there’s a lot of smiling going on here (chuckle) but really, I’m dead inside. It seems like everything I say has just a weird connotation to it. Some kind of inappropriate connotation to it. (sincere) Did you- did you ever noticed that? M: No, sir. J: Good answer! (laughs)

(Offtop) J: Ah for f#ck sake (kills a skag) M: That’s where you’re supposed to go. J: That’s – so I got to go outside. M: Yeah, you have to go outside. J: So you were right. Before. First time for everything, Claptrap. M: Yes. Yes sir. J: Yes siiiir.

(…) M: You’re doing great, sir. J: Atta girl. (pause) I got- I got to stop saying that. (laughs) Okay (nervous chuckles continue) M: And you got another badass rank so you can use that as well. J: Oh, okay – that’s see- now that is some useful information. M: (joyful and surprised) Really?? J: Yeah!

(…) J: (Asks about a game feature. Ben, someone out of the mic, answers before Meg in a monotone voice) Why is Ben so much smarter than you. Ummm- (nervous chuckle turning into silent cry-laugh between Meg and him) M: I’m doing my best sir. J: Ay-ay.

(…) J: What the f that just happened here. That just- I just picked that and now I can-okay. M: You have- you have- you have multiple. So it-do-does it— J: Oh, you’re God, how do you make so much sense when you say things. (…) J: (talking about enemy name pronounciation) Had to do an r-roll with that criiiticic crrrretin (??? im sorry I cant hear it well 9:15 pls help ) M: That’s very – that’s very fancy, sir. J: Mmm. You know what I am? M: What are you? J: I’m so fancy. M: You’re- J: I’m schmancy. (Meg snickers) You cut that one out too, Ben. That was- that was some bullsh#t (laughs) M: You’re so fancy, we already know.

(…) J: (About game dialogue) I don’t know who that is but I find them (emphasis) extrrrRRREMELY annoying. M: Oh they are the Vault Hunters si- J: (immediately) God they’re f#cking annoying, aren’t they. M: They are really, really annoyin- J: I feel like they’re trying too hard, that’s the thing. That’s the thing that’s standing out for me here. M: Yes, I think you should kill them. J: It’s one thing to be naturally funny and then there’s another – it’s another thing to- to be like – you know what I mean like – put yourself out there too much, feel like you’re overcompensating is the world I’m looking for. M: Don’t think you have to worry about that at all. J: (smooth convo swap) You know what I’m liking the most about this game? M: What do you like- J: The lack of Claptrap. M: Oh-uh, well, he is, he’s in here, if you want to- J: Listen, that’s fine – I’m in a good mood run right now, you don’t have to ruin it byyy talking about how I’m going to run into Claptrap. M: (silence) Okay sir. I’ll be quiet, sir. (pause) Yes. (pause) OH!! There’s Claptrap (in-game) Claptrap: HELLOOO- J: Oh you little son of a b#tch. Welcome to the pit of pseudo-solid sorrows, that is some alliteration. That’s a literary term for (long sign) all you people that didn’t finish school. Meg. Arena – of, partially see-through Triumph, the Hippodrome of marginally tangible everything else. (quieter) Do that make any sense to you? M: (joyful) No sir.

(…) Axton (in-game): Is it going to be a LONG story? Gaige (in-game): Yeah, just give us the Bluff’s Notes. J: (Jack is mimicking Axton’s voice) Wait, is it going to be a loooooong story? M: Yeah, they just keep talking- J: Axton is a handsome guy. M: Kinda looks like you sir- J: A little TOO handsome, if you ask me. M: He’s not as handsome as you. J: Well- I mean (chuckles) good luck with that, right. M: I mean, he might sort of be but- J: Oi! (pause) Slow your roll, sister. All right – wait, I was too busy talking, cus I love the sound of my own voice, now the f#ck am I doing? Am I loaded for bear? (Meg is trying to talk) Oh wait- M: I feel you are. No, you’re full (on amo), oh- J: Oh yeah, okay. That’s what she said. (immediately quickly nervously) Joking there. Okay if you want to, TAKE IT MAG feel free take it. M: No, that’s- J: (forceful) TAKE the joke, MAAG. M: I-I- J: Take the joke or you’re fired, Mag – or wait actually – take the joke or I’ll set you on fire, Meg. M: (playful) That’s what she said, yeah? J: God it just-it just sounds so much better coming from you for some reason.

(…) J: I think living on the moon would kind of suck. M: Why? J: I mean uh- I mean if you had to run like this all the time, you’d think it would be more advantageous or better than uhh, running –uh, say with like, uh, gravity? M: (smacks lips) Yeah, but you can do- J: Yeah but gravity Meg, is something it’s-it’s a force of energy that keeps the- it’s the Earth and the moon create, and it keeps things on the… neverm- ff, M: That was a great explanation, sir. J: (defeated) That’s fine. M: I have no idea what the hell you just said. J: (chuckles) It’s really – it was really scientific, wasn’t it? - M: It’s a thing! J: It’s a thing with the… M: I think it’s a good place to wrap this up.

(….) J: You want to do another-another thing? M: Uhh, I don’t, I don’t think we have time to do another thing, sir. J: Is that because I’m so busy and important that I have to go do stuff that is, I have people to do, and places to see- M: You’re- J: Places to see and people- I mean, places to go, people to see, things to do. M: All that. J: Yeah. M: All that more. J: Correct (laugh) Well listen, kids, first of all – you’re welcome, because this has been a real treat. Sorry about- what was your name again? M: Meg. J: Yeah, she tries real hard but uhh- let’s face it. Uhhh I don’t know. We will see. M: Thanks. J: You still might get a retirement package out of this. M: Oh- that’s great. That’s uhh- J: But it’s been a lot of fun, will go to build homeless shelters, and, (pause and rapid speech) dig wells. M: In Africa. J: Yep. M: And by Africa, we mean Africa on Pandora. J: (giggle) Yes.

[rachetmath]

Rwby x video game

Ruby: Whoo… that was tough.

Yang: I can’t believe that Grimm trapped us in those video games like that.

Weiss: Indeed, my game was difficult.

Ruby: How so?

Weiss: I was a witch. I controlled time, had many weapons, and summoned creatures. But I had to do some embarrassing poses. 

Ruby: Oh you were Bayonetta. That was cool. Mid though. What about you Yang?

Yang: I was in this arcade game where I fought a bunch of people in the streets.

Ruby: Oh. I mean you fit the description of someone vandalizing property.

Yang: You know it. What about you Blake?

Blake:  I was a ninja. But instead of fighting just other ninjas, I was fighting monsters. And I also wield multiple weapons too.

Ren: You too. I was a samurai and I was fighting demons. And I can summon creatures to help me as well. And I had multiple weapons.

Blake: One of mine was a scythe.

Ruby; Really? Man. That sucks. 

Yang: What was your game, Ruby?

Ruby: I was a devil hunter. I also had a lot of weapons. But I mainly used three and a few metal arms.

Yang: Metal arms? Holy crap.

Ruby: My bosses were insane, especially the final boss. 

Ren: What about you Nora?

Nora: I fought my father.

Ren: What?

Nora: I fought my father who was trying to take my son. I did what I could but he was too strong. I managed though and survived. However, I pushed my son away from me and he left me alone. I was happy when he came back but things only got worse. I lost my friend. And though I managed to talk some sense into my father, my grandfather killed him right in front of me.

Ren: Nora it was a game.

Nora: It was real to me!

Ruby: Okay. Oscar and Emerald, how was your gaming experience?

Emerald: I was a badass treasure hunter. 

Oscar: I was a guy who wielded a Keyblade and had to fight the darkness. I made many friends but my main ones were a duck and a dog. Mainly the dog.

Ruby: Interesting. Well, Jaune what about you? What game did you go to?

Jaune: You can’t be serious. All of you have only been to one game?

Ruby: Yeah. I was in DMC.

Yang: I was in Street Fighters.

Blake: Ninja Gaiden.

Weiss: Bayonetta.

Jaune: Which one? In fact, red, blue or purple?

Weiss: Purple.

Ren: Nioh.

Nora: God of War Ragnorock 

Emerald: Tomb Raider.

Oscar: Kingdom Hearts.

Jaune: Oh my god. For real?

Ruby: Matter of fact, you’ve been gone for a while. What game were you in?

Jaune: I was in four.

Yang: Four? Like the fourth-

Jaune: No I was in four games?

Oscar: What were they like?

Jaune: Um hell.

Ruby: O.

Jaune: I was in hell. First I was in the Resident Evil series.

Yang: Number?

Jaune: 8.

Yang: Oo did you enjoy-

Jaune: I didn’t see the appeal. Especially, if the same tall woman, is trying to kill and eat you. And they were mild compared to a fungus monster, a crazy doll, a fetus, and an insane man with magnetic powers with the temper of a nine-year-old. I don’t know how I survived half that nonsense.

Yang: Damn.

Jaune: That was light work though. Then I went to find something called the Elden Ring.

Nora: Oh. Did you score any maidens?

Jaune: I will hurt you.

Ren: I mean it couldn’t been that bad. What was your role? 

Jaune: The victim.

Weiss: Didn’t you have weapons?

Jaune: Of course, in Resident Evil I had guns. Then for Elden Ring, I had swords and magic. Too bad I was against insane bosses who were completely out of my league. And one of them was a man who fought me with his bare hands! 

Nora: Oh.

Jaune: Had my butt bent over.

Oscar: Pause.

Jaune: Then Melina. Oh god. Oh god, A dragon flame thrower.

Blake: Jaune?

Jaune: After I got done with that madness, I went further deep into hell. Where my only option was to run.

Ruby: From what?

Jaune: Killer toy monkeys. An evil little girl. Clowns. Human-legged ducks. Golden Statues. Bagged Nurses. A Stuffed Mama Bear doll. I was lucky there weren’t more. 

Ruby: Oh god. 

Jaune: All while collecting these purple gems and running from the devil while assisting a witch. Who I have to admit is very hot. 

Emerald: Who were the worst?

Jaune: The worst ones were the Joy-joy Gang.

Emerald: Who were they?

Jaune: Animatronic robots.

Oscar: How were they so bad?

Jaune: Dark Deception. They’ll let you think you had a chance. First, they can become a giant ass robot. One of them can run faster than me. And when you think you've beaten all three of them, nine more will take their place- They have an army. Unlike the others, those guys had a better chance of catching me. They were just having fun. And when they caught me… … *remembers the beatdown* I swear if it wasn’t for their boss still needing me alive I wouldn’t have survived. 

Oscar: What was the last game?

Jaune: … … 

Oscar: Jaune? Jaune what was the last game?

Jaune: *remembers the people he lost. The people he’s murdered. The monsters he’s faced. The choice that could change everything.*

Jaune: I have no regrets.

Oscar: What?

Jaune: Nothing Oscar.

Ruby: Um… Are you going to be okay?

Jaune: Yep. As long as we killed the thing?

RWBY and NERO: … …

Jaune: Don’t tell me. 

*Roars*

Jaune: Let’s see.  Nine of us are here. Giant boss. Yep, we’re in an RPG. 

Ruby: Let’s go team.

Jaune: Wait what are our roles though?

*bob*

Ruby: Sniper. Cool.

Yang: Brawler. Nice.

Blake: Ninja. Hm.

Weiss: Mage. Indeed.

Emerald: Thief. Awesome.

Oscar: Support. Ah.

Nora: Berserker. Yes.

Ren: Archer. I’m fine with this.

Jaune: *terrified* 

Nora: What’s your role Jaune?

Jaune: HEY! FIGHT ME!! FIGHT! ME!

Ruby: Tank.

[issacballsac]

“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„

Being a son of Sparda doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time to fool around with you ! Gender neutral human reader

Teenage Years | DMC3

Being the massive flirt he is he’ll most likely try and flirt with you upon meeting

Seeing as his twin brother is currently trying to kill him and take his necklace he’ll keep your first conversation short and leave you with his number

After literal Hell on Earth he’ll remember to give you a call

Y’all click instantly…he’s also just a really easy person to get along with but we’ll just ignore that

Now we all know he STAYS broke so either you pay for a meal or y’all are taking a walk in the park somewhere

Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult

Give him space and he’ll open up about deeper things in his life eventually especially things that concern his demon half(brother, childhood, etc.)

He does enjoy throwing compliments everywhere so expect daily words of praise whether it be sarcastic, goofy, exaggerated, or sincere praise

If you like to compliment as well it’ll be like the most sickening bromance ever

If your still in school DO NOT go to him for homework help

He’ll hype you up for sure but if you need genuine academic help just get a tutor💀

Would be genuinely upset if you made a joke regarding his white hair bro would get hella moody and claim you aren’t friends anymore

If you have a part time job you can BET he’s gonna ask for some bread

Not exactly outright but he’ll allude to it like..

“You remember all the damage those demon guys did to my shop? Yeah…it’s gonna cost A TON to repair it by myself…”

“Are you hungry? Well I heard about this new pizza spot that WE should totally tryout 😁.”

If you like to make clothes/jewelry/accessories he’ll totally wear it

Refuses to let you mess with his hair until like two years into knowing each other

Takes pride in his looks and you should too! Self care! Ofc you’re paying for any and all expenses🫶

Glorified sugar daddy😭

If you live with your parents…so does he

Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰

If you don’t he’ll offer to be roommates so he can get a cheaper rent

You’ll definitely meet Lady she is absolutely appalled at how you tolerate him constantly sarcastically ofc she knows he’s a good guy

If you’re into video games he’ll play with you granted he doesn’t have the money to pay for a game console so it’ll be on whatever console you have

Once he’s in your life he’s never leaving literally.

A best-friend for a lifetime

Adult Years

He probably saved you from some demons

Like if you met him in his teenage year he’d def start flirting

What can I say he stays true to himself

His personality would never change regardless of his aging

Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love

Thinks you look hot and invites you on a date which quickly just turns into a hangout after the LACK of romance

Still finds hanging with you to be fun and keeps a friendship

Even after establishing a friendship he still flirts here and there—force of habit

Would definitely teach you how to ride a motorcycle if you didn’t already know

More willing to let you mess with his hair

Like put it in pigtails or tie it up/braid it

Introduced you to the whole DMC gang

Now depending on the time period he’ll tell you about Vergil and his upbringing

He would totally tell you all about it after the events of DMC5 after he returns ofc!

I feel like he’s an animal guy so if you have any pets they’re now his pets too

Co-parenting core🩰

If you’re an artist he’ll be your muse/reference material any day

Loves the attention

Drunk dance nights

Karaoke too he doesn’t have the best singing voice but it’s not the worst

Since he’s a devil hunter he goes on missions a lot and seeing as you don’t want to get your shit rocked you stay behind

Cherishes every moment spent together and will make sure you know that

You always take him with you on vacations

How could you not???

He appreciates if you chip in helping him pay off his MASSIVE FUCKING DEBT

He doesn’t expect you to though

Despite being broke he stays stylish and if you asked would help you with fashion

Ofc he isn’t like BIG on fashion but cmon have you seen his looks? He dabbles

Immediately sees you after missions and starts ranting about the entire thing

“Can you believe it?! So obviously I shot that nasty bitch and it had the nerve to explode all over my jacket! It died so I can’t even get it to pay for a new one!”

“Don’t worry about why I smell like this worry about the fact that Trish totally took MY commission!”

Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense

Calls you cheesy nicknames that I will not elaborate on use your imagination 🗣️🫶

Enjoys live music and will go with you to concerts if you like

Shows you his demon form if you’re interested

Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested

Would make sure nothing ever bad happened to you regarding devils ofc

Best bros for life and in death🫡

[enid-rhees]

sudden confession | zoey (left 4 dead) x fem!reader

summary: after you get attacked and wind up severely injured, Zoey can’t help but spill her biggest secret

warnings: typical L4D stuff (hunters, blood, etc..) a little bit of angst

genre: friends to lovers <3

A/N: this is random, but this girl has been my crush since before i knew what tumblr was alright, i’m talking like 2012. even if you are not familiar with this video game, i hope you enjoy!

a guttural scream left your lips when you were slammed into the hard pavement below you. you barely had time to process how much your head hurt before you felt sharp nails dig into your stomach and thighs.

you couldn’t stop the screams spilling from your lips as the pain was nothing like you’ve felt before. not even a few seconds later, the heavy weight was pushed off of you and you could barely hear the sounds of gunshots as you began to fall unconscious.

you barely registered someone grabbing onto you, and their screams became muffled as everything went dark around you and your body became numb.

someone was wrapping a bandage around your torso when your eyes slowly began to open. the figure was blurry at first, but your eyes adjusted to the lighting above you, and you were able to make out the pretty brown locks that could have only belonged to Zoey. she was only in her white tank top, blood smeared on the front of it. your blood.

“Zoey..” you whispered, struggling to keep your eyes open. she whipped her head around with wide eyes. “oh my god, you’re alive!” she cried. her yelling managed to wake you up a little more. you put a hand flat on whatever you were laying on, but Zoey was quick to push you back down. “no! you’re really injured, Y/N, lay down.”

you sighed as you had no choice. “do you remember what happened?” your head moved up and down slowly. “i got attacked by a hunter.” your voice was raspy, as you’ve been out cold for the last few hours. “you almost got killed by a hunter!” Zoey retorted, her voice growing louder. “why did you stray away from us again?”

it was quiet for a moment. “i thought i saw a pile of ammo.” you told her. Zoey sighed heavily and threw the rest of the bandage wrap in her bag. you ignored her previous protests and sat up as slowly and carefully as you could. “are you mad at me.. or something?” you finally asked her. “no, i just-“ Zoey cut herself off, and you raised your eyebrows.

“you just what, Zoey? you’re clearly upset at me for something! even if it’s not about the hunter, you-“

“i’m in love with you!” she suddenly yelled out. your mouth closed immediately and your eyes widened,and Zoey kept going. “you’re always putting yourself in these dangerous situations not realizing how close we are to death every fucking day! it fucking hurts seeing you get injured and not knowing if i’ll ever get to be with you because you might be dead the next day.”

“you’re- you’re in love with me?” you asked. Zoey looked up at you, and ran the back of her hand across her forehead. “you know what- just forget this happened. forget i said anything.” Zoey began to walk towards the door to leave the room, but you reached out for her hand, pulling her back.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you asked in a whisper. her eyes stared into yours. “for a lot of reasons, Y/N. we are one of the last few people alive in this shithole, how was i supposed to believe you would feel the same way?” she questioned. your hand slipped out of hers and you rested it on her lower back. “would you believe me if i kissed you?” you asked.

Zoey’s breath hitched. “maybe.” you smiled at that answer and pushed her closer to you until your lips connected. she kissed you back desperately, holding onto you softly so she wouldn’t hurt you.

you didn’t know how long the two of you kissed, but it was long enough for both of your lips to be swollen. Zoey caressed your cheek, “don’t stray away from us again, okay?”

you nodded and began to pull her back into your lips, “okay.”

[suicidalgamergirl]

Hot To Go

4 pages long. Dunno how to continue. Getting help from AA fans.

-V

****

The Vampire Ascendant arrived on the balcony, carrying the small shopping bag with said plush.

He notices the movement of Nessa in the living room. He was reading her and seeing that she was very scared.

He couldn’t shrug off that she was feeling exactly how he felt when failing Cazador’s orders. Like she deserves to be punished.

What had Ken done to her that led her to not trust others? Humans tend to be social creatures. They crave attention from others.

She was different. Quite different. 

He entered the apartment, without making a sound. She was preoccupied with the door.

Nor did he want to be stabbed repeatedly with a box cutter.

Darling needed to behave when she held sharp and pointy objects.

Especially towards him.

****

She slowly unlocked the door, box cutter ready to stab in self defense.

The door swung open to reveal....

An Amazon Delivery Guy.

“Package for Ms. Vanessa Alexandria,” the guy said as he was giving her a package.

Vanessa dropped the box cutter in shock. She did buy herself a gift off Amazon for her birthday.

After signing it, the delivery guy left and she closed the door. She opened the package to reveal a video game she wanted.

An Otome game. These games kinda helped her feel like she can confront men, despite the situations she puts herself in with real men. They would only be a fantasy of a man actually interested in this hag. No one in real life cared for her. 

Why can't she live in a fantasy like that? It was quite harmless.

Lowering her head. She had to grow up from playing video games, because people in their 30s start having families and enjoy the company of others.

She wanted to be alone.

****

Rolan and his gang of hunters arrived at the apartment complex. They have to act quickly. Vampires know how to get whatever they want. Vanesa was living alone in an apartment. Why did she let Ken die?

She lived alone, had always kept to herself in her hobbies, and was mostly anti-social. Perfect dinner for The Vampire Ascendant because no one will miss her. They have to stop him because she will be in danger.

The staff let the group in, confused why they would dress up in Renaissance clothing. They waited for the elevator and ascended to said apartment.

For they will be glorious in their hunt.

They must win.

**** 

Tears were running down her eyes. She was holding the game she got. Everything in her life had her always trying to be someone else. Her comics got no interest and she couldn't make a living out of her passion.

So she became a janitor to clean offices.

Rolan appeared at the open door.

“I’m glad he hadn’t arrived,” Rolan said as he turned to the distressed Vanessa, “you there. Did you notice a palely skinned gentleman?”

“We’re here to tell you that you’re on his list,” Zarha replied, “he killed Ken, your boyfriend, and he may kill you too.”

Kill her? She felt a sense of release from their words. Death was a perfect solution for her.

“Don’t worry,” Rodney said, “you’re safe now.”

She turned to the hunters.

“There is no vampire here,” Vanessa said sternly to the hunters, “besides he won’t be interested in this hag.”

“Maybe we should check your apartment?” Doug asked, “Just to be sure.”

“He is not here,” Vanessa stated, “If you don’t leave, I would start calling the cops. There’s no vampire here.”

“You don’t understand!” Rolan argued, “Vampires like him will kill anyone. They don’t care about us, that’s why they must die!”

“Please leave. You are invading my privacy.” 

“Don’t you care about your own safety?! He’ll kill you.”

“PLEASE LEAVE,” Vanessa replied as she was standing her ground.

Rolan sighed and turned back to his hunters.

“Fall back,” Rolan replied as he looked at the hunters, “it seems she doesn’t care about the danger she’s in.”

The hunters finally left her apartment. Frustrated with her, they couldn’t do anything because she had a right to refuse them. 

That vampire is a fucken lucky bastard.

****

The Vampire Ascendant was eavesdropping their conversation as he stayed in her room. Nessie could have easily told the hunters he was here. She could have easily had him killed off by their leader.

But she didn’t. 

Quite the peculiar human.

He decided to make himself known.

With grace, he confronted her in the living room.

****

Ness heard something. She lowered her head.

The Vampire Ascendant was here. To kill her like he had Ken. He had been watching her having a conversation with the vampire hunters. It didn't matter. He was here now. 

And was going to kill her. 

He comes closer and Ness is ready. She's made her peace. Said her goodbyes to the hurt and fear she's carried with her for too long. She closes her eyes. And yet the icy touch never comes. He never reaches for her. She feels no teeth at her neck. 

Instead, all he does is speak.

“You could've had me killed,” he stated as he looked at her, “You could've given me to them...and yet you didn't. Just as I suspected... Intriguing."

She heard his words. He was a vampire and she was his prey. She assumed he might be gentle to end her life.

But he wasn’t going to do that.

“I have spent quite a while studying you,” he continued, “...watching. Trying to understand what it is like to be a feeble human in this day and age. You saved me. So I spared you. And still you save me again. And now I wonder...why?"

Realization flustered her cheeks. She was dumbfounded by his questions. Was she selfish? She wanted the vampire to end her life.

Just like he ended Ken’s life.

He leaned in closer, almost listening to her pulse.

“I know your secret,” he said, “the one that tied you to that man. The one who has you in his snare. You seek comfort in cuddling plushies and self harm. It was because you know no better, a mere slave to a weak master.”

Goddamnit. She didn’t want the vampire to get more psychological with her. Why do men always seem to get thrills of turning her into a doormat? Is this what couples do?

She didn’t want that. This is what couples do.

Right?

“Please,” she gave a weak cry. She knew the vampire should end her. Tears were running down her eyes.

He placed his cold hand onto her face, wiping said tears and sensing her quick pulse racing from his touch of her soft cheek.

“I know what it’s like to feel unwanted,” he replied, “how easy your master turns you into his new toy, only to always fail his expectations. And I cannot let another being fall into their master’s hands again like I had. Hence I had to kill him.”

She was slowly feeling calm. He admitted killing Ken. A relief was on her. Ken is a dick. Who knows how long she would have if she didn’t catch Ken cheating on her with his phone? How long will her relationship be with him? Will Ken literally drive her to her own death?

This was all because Ken knew about her secret. 

He knew about her sexual assault. He knew how gullible Nessa was. She was only trying to make new friends when she was a tween. One girl from her grade perked interest at her. They both went to a secluded area and it happened…

She forced herself on Nessa and she was shocked by what was happening to her. To make matters worse, she says she’ll see Nessa again someday and left her to rot in misery of being violated.

All she wanted was a new friend. 

****

Ken has tried everything that he can to at least have some intimate relationship with Nessa, despite knowing she was assaulted in her teen years by another classmate years ago. So she really couldn’t enjoy sex like every other adult.

It fucked up her mentally and emotionally.  

It also didn’t help that he was constantly nagging for it and downplaying that she’s worthless in a few years.

After seeing him chatting up chicks on his cell, she knew he wasn’t faithful. She had enough.

She kicked him out of her apartment. 

He started to leave, looking back at Nessa.

“No one else will find you attractive,” Ken said to her, “I just gave pity on you because no one will ever want to sleep with you.”

Good. Just leave.

“You dumb bitch,” Ken catcalled her, “you should have given me what I deserved for being nice to you.”

And he left her.

Ken was no more and she was free. 

But why was she crying?

****

The Vampire Ascendant had Nessa in his grip. He could feel her pulse quicken.

“I don’t want you to cast doubt on yourself,” he said to her, “your blood screams to be tasted. Though, I rather not let you see me as a Grim Reaper, a harbinger of death. Maybe see me as a Merciful Angel instead.”

She opened her eyes and looked at the vampire. He wasn’t going to bite her. Is she really that pathetic? Vampires do enjoy willing prey.

He smirked at her, looking at her brown eyes as his eyes glowing crimson red.

“You know,” he began, “I rather like you. Unassuming. Unassertive... But I can see something else just behind your eyes.  A quiet thing, that wants to be *free*. And since you have helped me, I shall return the favor.”

She was confused. Was this how relationships work? Right? What could this vampire want? What can she give to him?

He kept looking at her, placing his fingers on her chin. She kept looking at him, confused and confident towards the vampire lord. As a vampire fan girl, this could be her fantasy. She tamed a darkly handsome creature of the night. Someone who loves her sweet calling blood.

“Even when you are afraid,” he continued, “There is something within you that does not want to cower. And perhaps..." His face falters, still eying the vampiric fan girl.

"Perhaps, I once held someone dear to me…” he trailed off, “who would have done the same for you. As she did me.”

She felt clueless and embarrassed. She wanted to understand her savior. How did she help him? All she did was make a bat house and entice a bat to eat mosquitoes. She was foolish to use him to end her life.

The hunters said he’ll kill anyone. He knew about Ken from her journal. The weak master was slain. He was going to drive Nessa to her death if she didn’t break it off.

Yes, The Vampire Ascendant killed him. Ken was finally out of her life and will never abuse another partner with his cruel hands.

Right now, said vampire lord admitted to having some feelings for her. She was slowly starting to not be terrified of him. He's a powerful vampire lord. Those vampire hunters were wrong about him.

If he was true to their words, she would be dead right now.

Not having a staring contest with a vampire.

[mixelation]

I’ve been wondering. What is actually keeping the akatsuki members stay in the akatsuki and not just defecting? For kisame and itachi it makes sense, but with people like sasori and kakuzu, who you can assume have been missing nin for a long time, why don’t they just up and leave? What’s making them stay on and work with the circus that the akatsuki is and listen to pein?

I think this question is one that Akatsuki fans largely actively avoid delving into, because it's very frustrating to answer. Like I'm not even 100% sure why Deidara can't just leave whenever he wants if he hates it so much. I mean, yes, in theory he could end up with a bunch of very dangerous people hunting him down.... but also the in-canon reason we seem to get is "he's bound by high school rules of combat bc Itachi was mean to him." So I think there must be parts that Deidara does enjoy, because he sticks around even after it gets both his arms blown off and the one other artist ninja dies and they give him an annoying idiot to work with.

If you want something vaguely canon, there's this video which goes into how different members were recruited. It is actually, as far as I can tell, a bunch of cut-scenes from a video game, so it is what i would call "canon only if you like it." But it's animated well and some of the characters do state reasons for why they go with Akatsuki. I'm not going to rewatch it right this second, but for example, I think Sasori says something like he wants to meet interesting people and see if he can find new art. (He finds Deidara. YOU'RE WELCOME.) Just keep in mind that because it's video game cut scenes, every encounter is set up to be the lead-up to a fight, and then there's a fade to black for the actual fight because that's the part where you're supposed to be playing the game.

For me I think there's multiple reasons, and different characters are going to weigh them different in their motivations:

It's basically a missing-nin union. It's a shit show and Kakuzu might kill you at any given moment, but there's steady work and theoretically protections from hunter-nin, and also even if your coworkers are assholes, you can call in their expertise. I think this was part of the pitch to Hidan in the video game movie: yeah he's immortal, but that doesn't mean he's immune to being imprisoned or sealed away or blown up and buried in a hole. Even immortal dudes benefit from having a partner.

Opportunities to do interesting things. I think several characters felt their talents were under-appreciated in their hometowns, but Akatsuki encourages people to be the best horrible monsters they can be. Oh, you want to blow up a castle? We have three jobs for that, AND you'll get a paycheck out of it. Also: even missing-nin need a sense of fulfillment. Like Kakuzu has gotten along fine by himself for decades, but I bet he secretly finds managing Akatsuki's finances to be satisfying.

Meet interesting people! You're immortal? So are THREE OTHER PEOPLE HERE-- Oh, you're into art? Guess who we just recruited--

All of these characters grew up in ninja villages, so I think they at least subconsciously perceive this sort of vaguely structured mission-system as how work is supposed to be done. And I think this cultural aspect of it means that they're predisposed to at least kinda sorta agree to some baseline rules, because that's just what you do. So, in my personal take on Deidara, I think he hated the structure and rigid rules of Iwa, but he's not against getting paid to blow shit up, and Akatsuki is a lot more loose with mission parameters so his art isn't completely stifled. He likes having cash to buy art supplies and hot meals, yeah. On the flip side I think Sasori liked having a lot of rules and structure; he just didn't like when the rules restricted his art, or when social rules meant he was "going against human decency even for a ninja" smh. So I think he'd actually be pretty willing to compromise certain things for the sake of buying into the ninja union, as long as he could still be churning out art.

One thing I think would be interesting to explore is what the consequences of Orochimaru defecting are. Because it seems like there never were any consequences for him, but no one looked at his example and went, "Oh, so I can just leave at any time." Maybe instead it had a unifying force, like EVERYONE is pissed they can't hunt him down and skin him alive. Deidara is like "oh, he just.... lost a fight to Itachi and left....?" and Sasori is like, "Yes, and now if any one of us multiple S-rank threats find him, it's on sight." And Deidara is like: "Well, only a COWARD would flee like that anyway, yeah."

[strawbbfluff]

Hey I saw you write for TVD.

Can you please write Jeremy Gilbert X Reader headcanon where he finds out Reader is ticklish. If you don’t write for Jeremy anyone from TVDU is okay:)

jeremyyyyy AUGH i love him

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you guys would be hanging out at his place, playing some stupid video game together but altogether just enjoying each others company

that is, until you “betray” him and kill his character off in the game

“y/n! we were supposed to be a team!”

“yeah, but that got boring! i had to spice things up a little~”

“well, if you wanted to ‘spice things up,’ all you had to do was ask, gorgeous.”

you’d roll your eyes at his impish reply, scoffing before you felt his fingertips run up your waist

it was probably supposed to be a sensual move, but curse your sensitivity, eh?

“j-jeheher! watch it. that tickles.”

“proooobably shouldn’t have told me that after what you just did.”

he’d be on you in no time, and you really would have no chance. i mean, the guy is a vampire hunter. what could a mere human like yourself possibly hope to achieve in escaping?

your hands would be pinned under his knees, and he’d probably scribble into your underarms until you cried a little. that, or begged him to stop enough for him to be satisfied

“…you’re a jerk, jer.”

“you love me anyway.”

[sadistic-kiss]

Tell us more about yourself?

Oh~ uh about me ~!? Well… hmmm~.

I’m shy as I don’t know what and socially awkward tbh. I write smut but I would die if someone tried to flirt with me.

I love to eat. The quickest way to my heart is food. I only got into an argument one time with my mom one time and it was over food lmao.

My favorite color is pink, red, purple, magenta, black, white, it just depends on if I’m feeling girly or gothy.

I love music. Love love love music. All kinds of music I listen to it all. Rock, alternative, hip hop, pop, dubstep, slowed down sexy songs for my writing, you name it.

I love cats and dogs… and bunnies… and birds…ferrets… I love all animals lol

Movies… I like thriller or scary movies. As funny as it is it’s hard for me to enjoy a romantic comedy XD. I think it makes me surprisingly sad lol. Like I get jealous and wish that my life could be so happy. So I like dark romance. Dark enough to make me feel like I don’t want that life but romancing enough to even me out lol. Same goes for what I’m reading.

Also dark comedy is good too. Like American dad, futurama , Rick and morty .

To roll off that topic my favorite shows are Dexter, True Blood, You, Game of Thrones- and more but I can’t think of all of them.

Anime/Manga: Full Metal Alchemist, Modaka Magica, Dead Man Wonderland, Gangsta (I wish there were more seasons for those two last ones Q-Q) , Chainsawman(Broke me) , attack on titans (also broke me) , Jujutsu Kaisen (Killed me). Tokyo Ghoul (hurt me). Oh I did like Blue Lock. Inuyasha, Naruto, I’m starting My Hero recently. There’s a lot more that I love but I can’t think of them from the top of my head. Oh I loved the vampire manga where the girl had white hair and she wore a crown to control herself but she was a pure blood I can’t remember the name but it was soooo good!

Like I need to be broken and put back together by the end of the rollercoaster, don’t leave me broken ❤️💔❤️‍🩹

I play a lot of video games. My favorite being Baldurs Gate 3, Edlen Ring, I did play league of legends a long time ago don’t hurt me the characters were so pretty and it was fun to kill people looking like a sexy kpop boy(ezreal). Monster Hunter World, Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild. Oh I loved overcooked lol that game was cute and fun to play with my family even though we were yelling at each other like Gordon Ramsey XD. Dying Light, I used to play a lot of rainbow six siege that was fun and other things but I can’t think of them all at the moment.

Uuuuh~ I Hope that gives you an idea about me… is this what you wanted or did I fuck up lol XD

[subzeroparade]

I finished!!! With DLC and everything, now I’m a squid baby hanging out with the Doll for the rest of eternity. Super excited that my self-imposed ban on lore videos and fics are lifted, and now I can read!

Not to diss Elden Ring, gods know I love the Lands Between, but Bloodborne’s story just hits different. With ER it feels like it’s all a giant family squabble, but in Bloodborne it’s the collective human hubris that fucked everything up. The Great Ones in BB seem to be way more sympathetic and often victims of men’s actions, where in ER the Outer Gods appear to be more malevolent. Idk, it’s almost like Marika and the Greater Will is a success story of how to commune with the Great Ones properly and establish a mutually beneficial world order compared to whatever they were trying to do in BB. From a “all soulsborne games are connected” perspective it’s pretty neat.

With that said, I’m dying to know your takes on the lore. I’ve always felt in the beginning (the beginning of the game as well, to a certain extend) everything was your normal level of Victorian horror——vampires, werewolves, hunters, scholars that seek higher knowledge, but all under control and supernatural events were few and far between, known only to certain individuals. It’s only until the event of the Fishing Hamlet and the establishment of the Healing Church, or even after the schism of the Choir and the Mensis, that things went publicly tits up. Are you in favor of the events of the game happened in literally one night, or that Yharnam is stuck in a limbo? How long do you think has passed since the heyday of Byrgenworth and the event of the game (I want to say 30ish years based on Willem’s age and since he’s the only one alive from that time it’s a good time indicator. But then again is he actually alive? Extending his existence through unnatural means sounds like something he’d totally do)? Did our action really change anything? Did killing Rom allow the Mensis Ritual to succeed by weakening the veil and beckoning the Red Moon, or they were going to succeed/already did anyway and we were just breaking the illusions that everything is “normal”? Since the Healing Church is a new power (although how they managed to build so many grand architectures in such short amount of time is beyond me, the magic in this world is not known for its construction powers lol), who ruled Yharnam before them in your headcanon? I read theories that the Vilebloods were the ruling class before the Healing Church and they themselves have Pthumerian ties, which is interesting and adds another layer to the conflict between the Healing Church and Cainhurst. But I don’t know how plausible that theory is.

So sorry for my rambling, I just have so many thoughts in my head and excited to share them with you before I do the same in your comment section 😭 Anyway, since AO3 is back up it’s great time to start diving into BB fics!

Wow this sure is An Ask :’)

First of all, congrats on becoming A Squid! Enjoy godhood. 

The rest of this under the cut for length.

BB and ER are certainly vastly different in their storytelling. I remain a big fan of how the spectrum of ER’s themes run from Greek tragedy to medieval succession struggles. Personally, I find the familial plot points of it to be the most interesting - as well as the vast passage of time and sense of decay and mythology imbued in the world. Admittedly I don’t care as much for shipping in ER - outside of writing Godwyn/Fortissax, obvs - because the legacy and mythos parts of it seem so incredibly rich by comparison (hence why I don’t write BB characters as being related, as many people seem to - I burnt out on family drama themes writing for ER).  

BB, by contrast, is somehow very immediate in its history, in its active crisis, and it feels very grounded in humanity in a way that ER does not. In ER I feel constantly reminded that we are a shitty little lowly Tarnished and cannot pretend to understand the millennia that have past - even since the Shattering - or the scraps we’re now sniffing at in the wake of all that. But humans in BB feel close enough to the gods that they’re compelled to reach for them - scholars, clergymen, institutions, etc - only to realise the gods are crueler and more incomprehensible than even those of ER, while the consequences of their actions are significantly and viscerally more personal. ER has gods as a product of divinity and mythmaking, and BB has them, in a weird sense, as a facet of the Promethean impulse gone horribly wrong. If you really want to know my take on some of these specific questions, I’ve answered similar ones under the ask tag - but am occasionally cagey about some of these, because I use them for plot points in future fics. I’d rather a reader go in not being too familiar with my speculation, and that my conjecture is a means to an end (storytelling) rather than just info-dumping of “here’s what I think happened” - but that’s just my personal inclination. (Which is not to say I don’t appreciate other people’s elaborate lore speculation because I do, and there are some great and heavily-researched headcanons that I don’t always share but love to rotisserie in my head.)

As for what I can answer - 

Are you in favor of the events of the game happened in literally one night, or that Yharnam is stuck in a limbo? 

Semi-answered this in a previous ask here but since cosmic what-the-fuckery is pretty abundant otherwise, I like parts of lorecrafting to be pretty grounded in opposition to that - so I do believe Yharnam folk experience multiple nights of the Hunt, a rhythm of descent into madness influenced by the moon and the slow dissolution of the Church. I think dawn comes for them, but they know the next night will be worse, each new moon another instance of the city unravelling around them.  

How long do you think has passed since the heyday of Byrgenworth and the event of the game? 

Touched on this a bit here. This is based on the pacing I establish in my own writing, but I give the events between the Hamlet and the PC Hunter’s arrival about 50 years, give or take. 

But then again is he [Willem] actually alive? 

I think about catatonic rocking chair Willem like a potted plant on a windowsill. Decorative. 

Did killing Rom allow the Mensis Ritual to succeed by weakening the veil and beckoning the Red Moon, or they were going to succeed/already did anyway and we were just breaking the illusions that everything is “normal”?

Hammering this out for an upcoming fic, because I haven’t entirely made up my mind - also about whether the Moon creates the Dream before Mensis usurps Mergo’s Nightmare, or vice versa - or whether the two happen around the same time, and what their separate or overlapping goals are. I do think Mensis has different goals than the Church, to a certain point. I’ve had some pretty interesting discussions with mutuals about this (and feel free to share thoughts if you have). 

Since the Healing Church is a new power (although how they managed to build so many grand architectures in such short amount of time is beyond me, the magic in this world is not known for its construction powers lol), who ruled Yharnam before them in your headcanon? 

I tackle this with worldbuilding in The Feast We Were Promised, if you’re inclined to read it. Tldr: nothing exists in a vacuum, certainly not in a society with the kind of complexity demonstrable in Bloodborne, so obviously there was both a system of belief and system of government before the Healing Church politicked and/or strong-armed its way into power. 

As for cathedrals (and this is where being a historian by profession is pretty useful in worldbuilding): you could built pretty remarkable structures with pretty efficient timing, especially in the late 19th century. To use a nearby example of my own, Sacré-Coeur basilica at Montmartre took about 60 years from scratch in the latter half of the 19thc (as in there was nothing there before, no minor structure) and that’s considered long - it probably would’ve taken less time without the multiple wars and upheaval over that timespan. Likewise, a structure like Notre-Dame (the Paris one, not the Montreal one) underwent extensive restorations and additions in the 19th century, especially under Viollet-le-Duc (whose students would go on to do the same thing to gothic cathedrals elsewhere in France), but the baseline of the structure was already there - which is what I propose in the case of Yharnam: that much of the city’s civil and religious urban structure was already present (perhaps in the form of Pthumerian ruins in some cases). As in most European cities, buildings sometimes date from the Roman Empire and are gradually embellished, redone, or expanded upon over the course of the following centuries/millennia when funds are plenty and the ruling class is willing. If you think about what Haussmann did to Paris in less than twenty years, I imagine that to be the kind of equivalent of how the Church “cleans” up Yharnam and modernises it. But it’s my own preferred headcanon to imagine Yharnam was a little underwhelming before the Church’s public works; it could’ve also already been a splendid, thriving city.  (I did some work on Viollet-le-Duc's gargoyles like a decade ago, I highly encourage checking out his early drafts of them, they are remarkable images).

I read theories that the Vilebloods were the ruling class before the Healing Church and they themselves have Pthumerian ties, which is interesting and adds another layer to the conflict between the Healing Church and Cainhurst.

I touch on this in Feast a bit as well, but I think it’s really open to interpretation and you can make all kinds of convincing and interesting arguments about Cainhurst’s Pthumerian legacy. Again, on a grounded level beyond cosmic fuckery, I imagine Cainhurst and Yharnam’s larger territories have a centuries-old conflict a la English vs the French type of situation, and every skirmish and hostility arises out of this longstanding hostility and struggle over land and resources. I do think Cainhurst is tied to Pthumeru, though, via actual legacy, in a way Yharnam is not; and so I think Cainhurst would have claim to the labyrinths and the Healing Blood in a way that would threaten the Church’s supremacy in Yharnam and have ultimately kicked off hostilities, etc etc, until you get to the Cainhurst Massacre. 

All that to say enjoy your squidhood and any BB fics you read :)

[too-many-rooks]

Tag people you want to get to know better

Thanks @strangesoulmates for tagging me!

Three ships (As I’m writing this out I’m realising they all have pretty similar themes, I guess I have somewhat consistent taste, this is all just reminders of humanity, enemies to lovers, trying to kill each other and excuses to cover my blorbos in blood.)

1.) Alex/Yassen

Can I be controversial and admit this one took a lot of convincing? Originally I was expecting the fandom to be more into ‘unlikely parental figure’ Yassen (which is a trope I’m an absolute sucker for.) but any way these two characters interact is interesting to me, and I’ve definitely come round to it from a perspective of this is only ‘healthy’ because it’s them and no one else can really understand them like the other can, and if it’s not ‘healthy’ it’s all dubious and quite fun. Big sucker for the (sort of one sided?) enemies to lovers, borderline obsession, as character foils of each other, with Yassen kind of representing Alex’s future and the dichotomy of like... sunshine puppy and murder kitty vibes. Then there’s the loyalty to each other before their ‘side’, different worlds and different morals but a unique understanding of each other.

(Also worth mentioning that I like Yassen with basically any Rider - I don’t see John/Yassen as anything but unhealthy hero worship/daddy issues/manipulation but that itself is still interesting, and I’m a huge sucker for Ian/Yassen, either as like an old married couple or people who have a few brief, but very intense encounters throughout their lives. I feel like there’s been a bit of a ‘Yiannaissance’ recently that I’m really enjoying. Do we have an official ship name? Yian? Iassen? Neither seem great.)

2.) Jonathon Reid/Geoffrey McCullum.

Peak different sides, enemies to lovers, vampire hunter and powerful newborn vampire in 1918 London in the grip of a pandemic, great gothic industrial vibe. I played this game obsessively during lockdown. (Can’t imagine why.) Themes of duty and purpose and humanity and horror, the game sort of rushes you into a forced romance with one of the female characters but the chemistry between these two is insane they are kind of obsessed with each other and the fight that happens when one of them tries to kill the other is just TEEMING with homoeroticism.

3.) Villanelle/Eve Polastri

First two seasons of Killing Eve are some of the best television ever created. The theatricality of the murders, and the comedy contrasted with some just devastating moments, the OUTFITS. That ending really took the wind out of my sails with this one and kind of spoiled it for me but what was there with the themes of mutual obsession, both trying to kill each other, Villanelle drawing out this dark side of Eve that has always been there, Eve drawing out this humanity that also been in Villanelle, just the whole vibe of being the only people in the world who could possibly understand the other properly and hating that so much you try and kill each other before realising they can’t be apart.

First Ship - I think the first one I really went insane for was Morrigan/Warden from DA:O. Morrigan helped me realise I was a lesbian I was so in love with her. Still am tbh.

Last song - ‘King’ by Florence + the Machine, I went to her concert this week and she ran right past me it was amazing.

Last Movie - finally got round to watching Everything Everywhere All at Once, so incredible!

Currently reading - chapter 3 of ‘The Viking Diaspora’ by Judith Jesch for my seminar tomorrow. (I really want to read more novels this year!)

Currently watching - His Dark Materials, interspersed with weird niche YouTube video essays, and mildly embarrassing amounts of Bluey.

Currently consuming: last thing I ate was some cinnamon raisin bread with one of the fancy jams I got in the jam advent calendar I bought myself. Now I need to figure out where I can find pineapple and yuzu jam bc I want to eat it forever.

Currently craving: supermarket bakery chocolate chip cookies, and some sweet and spicy fried chicken.

Tagging @countessrivers and whoever else fancies!

[ridley-was-a-cat]

What I Watched This Week – 12/4-12/10

Lycoris Recoil - Being a veteran of the great 2021 Wonder Egg Priority debacle, I was hesitant to watch this original featuring cute girls doing violent things while it was airing, because I didn't want to get attached to something that was gonna twist its ankle and catch fire on the landing. In the months since it aired, I didn't hear any horror stories, so I figured it was safe. I can definitely see why this was as popular as it was. The visuals are sparkling - not only is it animated well, but the character designs pop and all the action scenes are framed perfectly - and the sound design is fantastic, giving all the gun and explosion sounds the appropriate feel. However, I can't help but come away with the feeling that this was an 8/10 anime carrying a story that is a 6/10 at best. There's just multiple points that completely crumble if you think about them for five minutes, there's a jaw-droppingly stupid episode centered on the girls' underwear, and I just categorically reject the suggestion that summarily executing criminals would keep crime low or that the organization tasked with carrying out these killings would be the good guys in a story. 7/10

No.6 - I dithered so long on watching this because I wasn't sure if it had a tragic ending, which I don't enjoy watching, that the license expired and it fell off streaming. I finally decided that I wanted to watch something with two guys who kiss that isn't a BL or a romance more than I wanted to avoid the risk of a tear-jerker. It's interesting that I decided to watch this the same week I watched Lycoris Recoil, because the settings were fairly similar in their overbearing police state and government manipulation of information. I definitely preferred how this series made it explicitly clear that the government was both completely in the wrong, and not keeping crime down at all with its murderous policies. Both of our main characters are victims of the system, one a criminalized underdog, the other a fallen elite, and they set out together to fight the city in their own way. I haven't read the novel or the manga, but I have to assume that adapting nine volumes in eleven episodes condensed the story quite a bit, which might explain why the final episodes in particular felt like a speed run. I still really enjoyed the characters, the setting, and the ideas behind the story despite the rushing in parts. 7/10

Gintama Ep.101-125 - I was already down pretty bad for Sougo, but somehow the Shinsengumi Crisis arc made me love him even more. Like, trigger-happy sadist Sougo who is always trying to murder his boss is highly entertaining, but sword-wielding "I'm not stuck in here with you, you're stuck in here with me" Sougo on that train car is the sort of thing I watch shounen anime for. I also enjoyed the Monkey Hunter episodes, where everyone met up in the video game to get back at the aliens who turned their body parts into different kinds of screwdrivers. I'd love to see the brainstorming meeting that idea fell out of.

[macgyvertape]

BG3 Act 3 thoughts and liveblog part 3

The city of Baldur’s Gate is a technical feat, I love a seamless giant city in video games, the only other one I’ve seen on this level is Novigrad from Witcher 3. That city was fully open world but didn’t have as many unique npcs with their own dislike and interactions.

My character wasn’t too fussed about collateral damage with Wulben’s plan until he told Barcus “be quiet the adults are talking”. So diplomacy and saving innocent lives it is, and she’ll keep the bomb for good measure too. (I’m acutally really curious if I can save it for a final boss fight). 

I wonder what happens if you don’t kill the vampire hunter in Act 1 then go to the Gur camp in Act 3? My character chose “you owe them revenge… if nothing else you owe them that” because she understands wanting revenge intimately and pragmatically the more people attacking Cazador the better the assault goes. I’m not sure if in other playthroughs Astarion has any interest in redemption like Ulma mentioned, but I doubt he does in this playthrough considering he’s with my character who hasn’t ever mention redemption for herself or him

I enjoy the utility of detect thought and maybe I should use it more next playthrough outside of when dialogue prompts me. Was cool to use it on Jaheira so she could communicate ambush plans 

Karlach is really the best of the original companions to take along on Harper missions, in universe my character's motivation to help the Harpers and Jaheira is to make Karlach happy

Oh shit the Steel Watchers think Karlach is an earlier prototype model of them, I don’t know any other way to get across the bridge that doesn’t involve going through and having an time limited audience with Gortash. But I made a save point here so I can explore all the options

First big change I noticed was having Karlach in your party gives her lots of interjections because this is her personal questline. Also there's a big difference between if you run up the middle where Karlach starts the discussion first and Gortash makes a thing of D!urge not having their memories “To think you and Karlach traveled together all this time, and she hadn’t the faintest you were one of my nearest and dearest” vs if you go around the side a Steel Watcher will stop you and Gortash will address D!Urge character first “crawling back from bloody disgrace - its my favorite assassin! Gods, you’re a sight for sore eyes” and then talk to Karlach at the end. If Gortash talks to D!urge first Karlach has a great threat to him at the end “Thanks to you, I don’t hope for things anymore. I just take whatever it is I want. See you soon, motherfucker”.  There's also some very different dialogue from Karlach if you commit to an alliance even if you tell her later you don't mean it vs remaining non committal

I find Gortash really interesting, he’s smarmy and a pompous dude who stops his ceremony just to chat with my character and talk about how my character is his favorite Bhaalspawn and how much he likes her. There are so many implications of a past loaded mutual history, and this is new context for the Act 2 note written by D!urge to Bhaal talking about how much they liked Gortash. The game tells you he's sincere about his alliance offer which contrasts his past betrayal of Karlach. I am confused that he’s talking about his evil plan in an open room with a audience of nobles and guards but none of them comment

How I headcanon this playing out for my character: for the audience with Gortash she took the companions she trusted most: Astarion, Karlach, Gale and thankfully had told them she was a Bhaalspawn since Gortash was super open about how my character used to be “former ruler of the cult of Bhaal”. My character had known since Moonrise tower that she was formerly involved in this plot but hadn’t realized she was a founder. Which in an awful way makes her feel better than if she had just been a minion. She wouldn’t be able to tell anyone but Astarion, she thought the way the religious hoax was plotted out was well done.

My character's line of “I’m back now, and a reckoning awaits” I personally interpreted as vague; she wants revenge on Orin but also thinks the Elder brain is too dangerous and too hard to control now so better put it down. She remained non committal and didn’t make a pact with Gortash even though she was really tempted, the biggest reason is she didn’t want to be bound by any godly pact and keep her options open. The other big motivation is however much she might have liked Gortash in the unremembered past she knows and likes Karlach more now and Karlach wants him to die. Thirdly from what she can tell it takes three people to handle all three stones and unless Astarion is going to be the third anchor she’s not going to do world domination with just anyone.

Talking to Gale and Karlach afterwards they are both extremely pissed that D!urge was behind the plot in the past, and they both want time away from you but then are back to normal the next time you talk to them. Astarion seems to have no reaction to it?? No other companions in camp mention this at all.

Its frustrating that I now have to not long rest because if I do then the kidnapping even kicks off. Lae’zel was grabbed but there are other quests I want to do first so I reloaded. I’ve been playing this with a guide to time sensitive quests, and the kidnapping event will result in a companion dying if you don’t do it quick enough.

Rescuing Florrick was one of those quests on a timer, much easier to complete turning everyone invisible and just running out

I’m progressing Wyll’s personal quest and the the obvious answer for me and my character is telling Wyll to choose breaking the pact. Wyll’s father could be found some other way and its obvious Mizora is manipulating circumstances to entrap Wyll with more terms and conditions if he signs another pact. I’m also noticing more companion reaction bugs where Karlach had nothing to say about Wyll breaking the pact!

Interesting dialogue from Halsin about how he doesn’t think he was a good leader and how he’s not sure what to do now that he doesn’t have the purpose of fixing the shadow curse, because yeah it doesn't seem like organizational leadership suits him.

I don’t even remember Aradin (searching tells me hes from way beginning of act 1) but he tells my character he wants his cut for telling me about the Nightsong? Obvious answer is piss off. 

My character was trying to get Lorroakan to brag enough to give away his plans and was not expecting Gale to cut in and start arguing about why his own plans for power are better. She figures its a wizard ego thing but is delighted to hear Gale have some ambition that isn’t blowing himself up, though she’s rolling her eyes a bit that Gale still brings up Mystra. 

Of course my character made sure to pick up the appendix for the necromancer book while breaking in to get the books with Gale, she knows she’s a Bhaalspawn now and she knows the truth of ithillid powers so she’s seeking power outside those two spheres of influence

My character wants options, Gale’s point about the gods never granting people such blessing strikes a real chord with her considering she’s scared of how much control Bhaal would have over her if she became his chosen.  There’s a lot of baggage Gale has with Mystra and he’s definitely falling prey to hubris, but if she didn’t trust him so much she would persuade him to not do this. He really convinced her with “it’s our future that I’m thinking of - we can’t rely on anyone else to do it for us” about the possibilities from reforging the crown vs simply destroying it. 

Told Aylin that a wizard was after her and warned her it was dangerous but of course she went to fight, least my character could do was head after her to protect an ally. Both Gale and my character got inspired by killing Lorroakan which was an easier fight with silencing arrows and summoning ghouls. Alyn doing the DC Bane back breaker as she talked about being indomitable was hot af. 

Poor Rolan, dude really went through it, guess that heavy foreshadowing that his internship was a bad idea all the way in act 1 really panned out, nice seeing a happy ending for Rolan and the other 2.

Very amused by the kill rats in cellar quest just like in Baldur’s Gate 1

BG3 Act 3 thoughts and liveblog part 1

I couldn't stop comparing DOS2 act 3 and BG3 act 3, since act 3 is a bit underbaked in both games compared to the other acts, but wow BG3 just has so much more polish and content.

The prologue reveals my character is a Bhaalspawn, I feel like it's just so widely known at this point

Defining character moment for Astarion “the problem with what Cazador has done is he did it to me”. Since Asatarion really wants this she’d help him sacrifice his “siblings” what matters to her is that Astarion is safe, but she’s worried about the unknown details but is still planning as if its possible. The dialogue options of “a killer isn’t worthy of respect” is fucking laughable my character would never say that lmao. 

When the narrator was saying you have a bunch of options what will you do, for my character it felt best to say “when the moment comes I’ll do what feels right”, since she's more of an opportunist

Ooof that fight with the gith was rough even on easy mode.

My character wanted The Emperor to prove he was the protector, but then tried to read his thoughts anyway. She’s also very grateful Lae’zeal wasn’t around when this happened considering Orpheus is real and a renegade mindflayer has him prisoner

Learning that the protection against the Absolute comes from Orpheus being trapped really puts a damper on my character’s plans to not get rid of the tadpole and associated powers. It's too dangerous to count on Orphues being imprisoned. Also the Emperor was a successful power player in Baldur’s Gate, so she’s more wary of his plans and agenda than the fact he is a mindflayer. 

My character did turn down the Emperor’s offer to evolve her, sorry she just is too attached to how her body looks. She also thinks this is a line in the sand she’s not going to persuade her companions on, unlike the tadpole powers. (personally it's the fact that it messes up your teeth, huge personal squick). I guess had my character take on so many parasite powers it gave me a fucking 21 score roll to not evolve. 

EDIT: the next day I got spoiled on the Emperor’s seduction scene and it’s friendly manners being all a front; real fucking surprise pikachu face moment for me. That my character who manipulates, lies, and seduces people might encounter someone who emotionally manipulates, lies and will seduce people. I didn’t fully trust it and thought it might have its own agenda, but still I was a little too trusting that there might have been some genuine emotion. Like DAMMIT I was rewatching Felix rvb scenes before I started the game and he has a line “Funny how an act of sacrifice like that [getting hurt] buys you so much trust”. Which is exactly what the Emperor did, where it knelt down and made a big show of how it trusts me not to hurt it and when it calls on us for that dramatic rescue that while genuine was an excellent opportunity for it to be revealed. Apparently the 21 roll is because I used so many tadpoles which the game treats as buying into The Emperor’s promises. Its repeated lines of “just like you” and “i’m on your side” to establish common ground and then presenting itself as a criminal with “a heart of gold” in its backstory. I/my character was skeptical on some details considering it also presented itself as a major power player, but bought into it’s use of “allies” when what he meant was “pawns”.  

Gale had the comment “you’ve not taken this power for yourself… why offer it to me” and I wish I could respond like what Astarion said, that don’t want to sacrifice my body. Astarion had a whole lot to say on the subject but Karlach only had 1 line about being surprised I hadn’t taken the power/transformation. Funny to see how other companions had lines about how they hadn’t done any tadpole powers and they weren’t about to start now. 

My character’s made an enemy out of the undead lich Gith queen, whom only Orpheus can oppose, and there’s an entire Gith resistance working to free him as well. So that really kills any plan of using the Absolute for herself because she’d be better off with Orphues fighting the Gith queen

Really Astarion and my character have come so far from act 1 where he was warning me about how easily Cazador could kill me to now where he’s saying if Cazador comes for him he’ll strike back and he’ll have my character along with him 

The one group my character has been consistently nice to with no promise of reward is kids, so at this point she’s just resigned to them showing up at camp as long as there’s someone like Withers, Halsin, or Wyll to keep them from getting hurt. 

My character is helping the strange ox yet again. It won’t reveal what it is but she’s really curious, and it hasn’t seemed to kill people, so she’ll help it because it might be a useful ally in the future

I love Biscotti what a GOOD DOG (love the animal writing in this and DOS2)

I think its funny that for a while I was thinking that Astarion wasn’t that pale, but in the bright light of Baldur’s Gate he really is. I think it's due to my monitor that has super high contrast

Surprised Halsin has the most dialogue in the refugee area mostly about how he’s rapidly becoming disillusioned with the city, and I tried a earlier save without him and the other companions like Astarion or Karlach don’t speak up if he’s not there.

Community meme about Gortash: I can excuse him being the chosen of an evil god and using his power to found a murderous evil cult but I draw the line at him and his PMC making surveliance cop robots. Bane is just the god of cops and Gortash works for Boston Dynamics

I like to think a bunch of the companions have been a positive force on my character so she’s helping the refugees in her own manner (lots of intimidation), and wants to see the Tiefling refugees make it after all the struggles. That there were explosives in toys justifies her being nosy and helping

Karlach really wants to go to the circus, unfortunately my character is a vicious murderer lmao. Thankfully she’s great at [persuading] and charming. Astarion, Halsin, and Karlach seem to be the best “go to the circus” group

Incredibly cool to hear my bard character perform along with the other bard in the circus

The dinosaur and the magic cat in the circus are being mistreated, Halsin is right to be mad about it. I used Astarion to pickpocket the key, then mage hand to open both cage doors

My character doesn’t like clowns and after she felt that murderous urge there’s no way she’s getting on stage. I watched the different versions of sending Halsin or Karlach up on stage but sending Astarion up on stage really is the best version. Role playing it as after he made that comment about clowns being a horror and with how both Karlach and Halsin approve of picking Astarion while he doesn’t approve if you pick someone else; its some light hearted group teasing of a guy who usually has a joke at others expense “You love the spotlight, don’t you… here’s your big chance”. Yeah he says he’s going to kill me but he’s not seriously upset.

Astarion and my character both enjoy killing clowns, see we’re great together

My bard character was pissed about the Djinn scamming with the spin the wheel game so of course she went back to rig things to get the jackpot. 

Ok so my character gets her meteorites back, that she’s a Bhaalspawn, she’s not surrendering to the D!urge or worried about atoning, but that she’s being encouraged to slaughter her line and that its the woman who hurt her before is a opportunity for power and revenge coinciding nicely

For now the only person my character is telling is Astarion, this is a big thing to confess and she wants to play this close to the vest for as long as possible. While she did have earnest suspicions since the oubliette, she’s more afraid about standing up to a god and the loss of control. I personally like how Astarion comforts you after that dialogue a lot more, especially the way he says you must try to beat Bhaal and not become a slave.

[thecontumacious]

Hi hi! I’m not sure if u know the game fate grand order arcade, but there is a character named Tiamat who is basically a dragon goddess and I wanted to request hcs of a reader inspired by her with the luxiem boys. If u are not comfortable doing this request then it’s fine u don’t have to push yourself to do it. Also just for context I’ll put a short youtube video of what she is like. https://youtu.be/4O9cPm7dutU

Basically she is soft spoken and kinda like a mom, I can picture some luxiem boys (*cough* mystaandvox) calling reader mommy 😂😂

The Lord, Our Dragon Goddess, the Queen (+ luxiem fantasy au)

a/n: told yall i fried my brain writing this :') y/n kinda reminds me of zhongli here jhskjahdkjh btw reader is fem oriented if it wasn't obvious lolol

warning: more or less 2.3k words per member so this is most definitely not a quick read! otherwise, sit back, play a fantasy playlist and enjoy~

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

a high sense of compassion, inspiring leadership, fairness in war and dominating wit and intelligence.

this was how you became the true ruler of the magical land of auphaines. you were the one who shaped the mountains after all, gave flow to the streams and oceans, guided the animals how to survive in nature. however, despite your power and majestic overrule, humankind did not see that.

they saw you as an arrogant creature. they thought that when your dragon families helped build auphaines, you were boasting of your power. it didn't help that some of the more rogue members in your family were known to be murderers. biting off heads, setting fires to civilians.

so, they waged wars against your kind. all until there were almost none left. of course, there was still you. you look upon the land you created to be your home and what was supposed to be shared with other living beings. you frown, then disappearing into the shadows for the rest of eternity to protect yourself.

"humans," you muttered last, before putting yourself in exile.

it wasn't until a group of men stumbled upon your place of slumber, somewhere deep amongst the caverns of lava mountains. you were surprised when you heard signs of life. afraid they had come here to kill you, the very, very last of your kind, you quickly shift into your human form.

you hid your face under a hood and curled against the rocks. but it seemed like someone with immense instincts and senses had found you anyway.

the one who saw you first is a man with simple common folk attire. a hunter perhaps judging by his shoes meant for heavy and long traveling and a bag meant to contain many items.

"lads, look!" he turns to his group. "there is someone here."

you heave in a sharp breath, inching away. behind the grey haired man came four more.

the second to approach you emanated an aura you thought would be long erased from the earth. a mythical creature it seemed. from what you could pick up from his more refined and well tailored maroon coat and obviously hand weaved pants, he seemed to be of the upper class. with the way he was built, he might even be someone who was used to fighting. an aristocrat perhaps?

the yellow eyed man kneels down to your level, giving you a soft expression. "hello, love. what are you doing in such a dangerous place?"

you smile shyly, "i could very well ask you the same, sir."

the man in red chuckles. "well, we come here not without a purpose. but our scavenger friend here sensed someone was here."

"how long have you been here, miss?" another one asked. you turn to him, this one a blonde with a bright smile. he seemed easy-going. he was far more built than the man in red, his clothes lighter and more for practicality and ease of movement. judging from his weapons and scars, he might be a warrior of some sort.

you clench your jaw at the thought, worried you'd have to hurt these men if they attacked you.

"i-i've been here all my life," you simply say.

"i mean not to sound offensive, miss. but with an environment like this and no stable source of food, it seems almost impossible to have been here for so long," chimed in another voice.

you look at this one. a gentle looking man, but with the way he attentively pointed out the oddity of your statement, you knew he was good with his words. noticing one of his hands being slightly more muscular than the other and the rather simple attire, but refined enough to be indoor wear; he could be a scholar, a scrivener or a writer.

"i manage, you see," you say, offering him a smile.

and then you notice the last man, the most unique among the other men you thought. he had a presence similar to the man in red, but unlike him, he lacked that mystical air around him. from that and the sage scented tome on him, he may be someone meddling with magic.

he spoke, once he had been quiet for a bit, "lads, i suggest you be a bit gentle with her."

the scavenger turns to his magic wielding friend, "huh? why's that?"

"she seems... familiar somehow," he mumbles, taking a closer look at you. however you don't recognize him. you've never seen humans in the last twenty centuries or so. "vox, don't you recognize her in some way?"

the man in red turned, whom you learn was named vox. "actually, now that you mention it, she does. she's..."

then his eyes widen.

the blonde man from before taps vox's shoulder. "hey, what's up?"

"men, bow down!" he orders them. they're confused at what he means but seeing him get on one knee and bow before you, they follow hesitantly. vox turns to them briefly, "she's the last of her kind. the dragon creators. the true queen of auphaines, y/n l/n."

continuation utc!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

the aristocrat

his long family line being in the soldier caste easily put him in the upper class of aristocracy

and of course, according to your accurate analysis, vox truly was a mythical being not from humankind. a powerful demon granted with immortal life and abilities humans could never have.

what was his main purpose of arriving at the lava mountains?

it was a legacy of his family of demons to bow to the true creators of auphaines

with them being completely wiped out, but one rumored to have survived, vox’s family was sworn to look and protect for this last remaining heir

with the help of his friends, he had finally found you

his one true queen in this land

“come, my queen, we should escort you to better living accommodations. you must be exhausted from being in a slumber for so long,” vox outstretches a hand, to which you hesitantly take

through that touch alone was enough to have you realize how important vox’s bloodline was to you and your once existing kind

demons and the like were immediate subordinates to the dragon creators, as without you, they never would have existed and were able to live side by side with the other creatures such as humans

vox’s kind being one of the higher classes who aided in protecting you and your family

he took you to his home that day, giving you a proper bath and foods to fill your stomach. 

he was truly amazed at how you brought yourself. so majestic and elegant despite being in self exile for so many centuries

once done, vox gathers all mythical creatures like himself to his hall. 

“ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between,” he first says, then gesturing towards you. “our lives could not have been lived as peacefully as today if not for the dragon creators of auphaines. most of them have sadly been wiped from the face of the earth, thus failing our duties in protecting them. but one remains. the rumors are true, friends! the last reigning heir of the dragon blood, y/n, stands before you right now.”

everyone seems to be shocked by the sudden announcement, now looking at you and confirming for themselves that you truly were an heir of the original creators

in a moment’s notice, everyone in the hall bows down on one knee with one hand pressed against their left part of the chest

how long has it been since someone has respected you like this?

last time it was some human shunning you out for being who you were supposed to be

but here you were, your glory restored with the help of whom they call vox

you turn to him, seeing that he too had bowed down before you

“you have not failed your duties, my friends,” you smile, bringing their attention towards you. “while most of my kind are deceased, you all still hope and even had the effort to track me down.”

you gesture to vox

“you especially,” you grin. “you should be rewarded for all your efforts.”

the demon shakes his head, “it’s only my duty to do so as one of your immediate protectors. my family has long sworn to do this. if not for you, my queen, we would not have been surviving this long in the world.”

“then you are a man of honor eternally respecting your duties for so long,” you suddenly touch his shoulders and this prompts him to stand up. you smile at him then gave him a hug. “thank you, truly. i owe you my life.”

his ancestors passed down the stories of you and your powers, so much so it became engraved into his mind. they told him about your kindness and gentle mannerisms, despite also being known as the warrior queen of old auphaines.

vox for once can actually see the meaning behind those words

from your touch, he could feel just how alone you’ve been these past centuries. and the moment you return, you’re met with your loyal subjects, your crown restored

vox smiles and hugs you back, “of course, my queen.”

per your request though, afraid that the humans would not accept you, he respects that your presence may only be revealed to the mythical creatures and very few humans who could be trusted

you're even given your own room in vox's mansion, a choice he insisted on having instead of having you return to your solitary home in the lava mountains

he treats you with absolute respect, nothing out of bounds and no inappropriate words

at the beginning

as the days go by, vox realizes another fact about you

when his ancestors said that you did not see class, you truly didn't. you conversed easily with everyone. with his friends in his group, all the staff, even the unknowing humans outside despite being the reason why you're the last alive

the organized council with a more mystical aura to them never hesitated in consulting to you for problems relating to the general public

you might've been a little behind on modern history, but you're witty and could quickly pick up things. so your advice almost always comes through

vox, who has been accompanying you for the longest time during your return, can't help but let his stare linger whenever you're nearby

even if you weren't interacting with him, his heart races when he thinks of you

were you alright? are you having any troubles with conflicting parties?

but then again, he had no reason to worry since you were the literal long lost dragon queen of a powerful land

one day, some of the younger members braved themselves to ask your guidance in fighting

vox was about to scold them for being brash, but you stop him.

you smile, "let them be. it's been a while since i've wielded a weapon after all."

because it was you, he lets you go.

then he watches you easily sweep the young men and women who challenged you, ending the practice fight like you hadn't even broken a sweat

"a little rusty it seems," you laugh to yourself, sheathing your chosen weapon.

vox's mouth is wide open but when you approach him, he straightens himself up. "well done, your majesty. if i do say so myself, you haven't lost even a sliver of your skills."

"have i?" you ask, tilting your head.

the demon's heart leaps, but he contains it. "i speak only the truth."

"milord, i'd like to see you have a duel against her majesty!" yells one of the young men, his friends agreeing.

vox rolls his eyes while grinning, "oh? only to see me fail, is that it?"

they laugh, "revenge for never going easy on us during training!"

you let out a giggle

god, you sounded so adorable, vox thought as pink dusts his cheeks

you turn to him, tapping his arm, "i'd like to practice with an able warrior like yourself. perhaps you'll surprise everyone."

"oh, i couldn't," waving his hands, he tries to refuse. deep down it's only because he's incredibly intimidated by your strength. even for him, going against the younger ones usually takes him a while longer

he most certainly didn't want to lose against you, did he?

you grab his arm and pull him to the courtyard, handing him a practice sword, "come now. you have no right to refuse me."

vox gazes at you, then laughs.

you really did know the power you hold over him, huh?

everyone even crowds around the courtyard to watch the practice fight, excited to see one of the strongest demons in their faction go against the ancient queen herself

"ready?" you ask him, readying your weapon. he nods as he got into his stance.

vox even smirks, the determination in your eyes making his heart race, "lead ahead, milady."

blades are crossed and it seemed like no one was winning or either losing

you perfectly dodge and read his movements, and vox could quickly throw a counter strong enough to push you off your feet

it takes a full ten or fifteen minutes before your attacks become fiercer

this is where your dragon blood starts to run rapidly. your swipes at vox becomes harder for him to counter and dodge. you don't even give him a chance to place an attack on you

what's stopping vox from giving out is the fact you look so gorgeous fighting with such passion and full concentration

he's never met anyone like you, truly

but this also makes him lose his focus with time

your hair falling out, sweat dripping down your face and the heavy breath every few minutes

it became too much for vox

was this the reason why so many foes fell beneath your feet?

suddenly, the demon's sword is knocked out of his hand and he falls onto his back avoiding the blade pointed so close to his face. with this, you take the chance to stand over him with your weapon merely inches from his nose

the courtyard is quiet, only yours and vox's heavy breathing heard

from the ground, all he sees is you. your lips slightly parted, your hair everywhere but still standing proudly after a tight duel

how could you not hear his loudly beating heart?

that day became a memory for everyone.

the day where the vox akuma, one of the most esteemed figures in the class of mythical creatures, was beaten down by their queen no less.

but he was never more glad than for that to happen

that night as everyone applauded you for your incredible skills in combat, more people coming in to ask for your advice and the like, vox couldn't even get one feet close to you

it frustrated him to say the least

why? because he couldn't get the image of you from the fight today out of his mind

if he wasn't going to do something about it, he might just become wild

so, what he does is force himself through the crowd and grabs your hand

"vox? oh, wait--where are you taking me?" you ask him when your conversation with a nobleman is cut short, other questions in your head long forgotten as the demon kept tugging you away

the crowd behind you couldn't keep up either

"vox?" you try again, but he doesn't even spare you a glance

it's only when you reach his private study does he turn around to meet your confused eyes

"hey, is everything--"

click.

"why did you--"

then his arms trap you against the recently locked door, his face increasingly close to the point your breath becomes one with his; his red and black bangs brush against you

your voice disappears completely when vox eyes you with such intensity you've never seen on him

"do you understand what you do to me, your highness?" he growls, the temperature in the room rising quickly.

"wh-what do you mean?" you ask coyly

one of vox's hands snakes to grab yours, then he places it on his chest where you feel the wild beating of his heart

at this, your ears and cheeks turn red

"this. this is what you do to me, my queen," vox then leans his forehead against yours. "i can't stop thinking about you. day and night. pardon my impolite ways, but i don't think i can hold back anymore."

you meet his golden eyes and even though he claims it as such, you can see he's waiting for your answer

so, you nod.

vox smiles then places that long awaited kiss on your lips. the kiss he's been thinking about in the day and the dreams in his sleep.

what surprises him is that you return the gesture, in fact, just as fervent as him

this prompts vox to press you against the door even more, drinking in more of you until he felt satisfied

he pulls away for the quickest second to whisper, "i could do this forever, my queen."

you grin against his lips, "i give you my permission."

oh the things he could do to you...

"don't let me stop then, milady."

the long lost ancient queen of auphaines, the original creators with dragon blood. gentle but also powerful all the same.

all in his arms, just the way he likes it.

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

the scavenger

despite his eccentric way of doing things, mysta was known to have the spirit of an adventurer and the quirky talent of being able to find things through these journeys

after much consideration and contemplating, he decided to take advantage of this talent of his to find things he deemed valuable

he would make time throughout the week to travel through new areas to see if he can find something

he almost always never comes back empty handed

and he'd usually sell the items in his antique/gift shop back in town

the main purpose why he even came to the lava mountains in the first place was because his aristocrat friend, vox, had been asking for his help to find this "long lost dragon queen of auphaines"

initially, mysta thought his friend had truly lost it.

sure he's seen demons, satyrs, cat hybrids and more. it was even said that he was part fox somewhere in his more human blood.

but dragons?

all mysta knew about them was that they were strong but had been erased from the earth centuries ago

vox was willing to pay him a hefty fee though, so he agreed anyway

with his impressive tracking skills, here you were, in the face of him and his four other friends

"we must bring you back to the city! the other mythical creatures will be overjoyed to see you alive, my queen," vox says, offering you a hand

but seeing your more reserved form and somewhat hesitant expression, mysta chimes in, "actually, don't you think that she's a bit a scared to see so many people? she's been here for who knows how long alone."

“t-to be honest, yes,” you nod, looking towards vox’s hand. “i’m the living heir of the dragon family after all. i’m only lucky your human friends don’t seem to resent me. who knows what the others will think? oh and i apologize if that sounded offensive.”

as you said that, mysta can’t help but wonder how you don’t sound angry at all by that. even apologizing when you felt like you had insulted humankind

well, you lost your home that you made yourself for everyone to live in. it’s only because of his ancestors’ ignorance that they pushed you and your kind away

if he were in your place, he’d get revenge

but yet here you were, gently smiling at him and his human friends

“if you say so, your highness,” the demon aristocrat pulls his hand back. “well, we most certainly can’t leave you here.”

“how about she stays at mysta’s?” the man who could wield magic suggests, pointing to the scavenger

at that moment, the man whom you just learned was named mysta turns bright red and shakes his head

“oh, no, no, it’s a mess right now! i can’t have her stay at a place like mine…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, refusing to look at you especially. 

“come on, mysta. you can’t a lady like herself to stay out here, would you? besides, you said it yourself that it would be dangerous for her to immediately go into civilization,” this time it was ike who was provoking mysta. he was always good with his words so it was obvious he pointed out only his weak spots. ike adds, “your house is on the countryside. it’s the safest option among all of us.”

mysta groans internally. “f-fine! come on then, your highness…”

then, he hears you giggle. 

woah that sounded… nice

for an old dragon queen who’s been living in the depths of the lava mountains that is

and well, as a person in general too!

oh what the heck was he thinking??

he led you to his home that day, guiding you first through his admittedly adorable little antique store

he stops you once you arrive at the bottom of the stairs with a shy smile, “s-sorry! um, my house is actually a mess so, let me get things cleaned up. you can take a look around here though!”

“of course. take your time, mysta,” you nod, gesturing for him to go onwards.

why did you have to mention his name that way…? it just sounded so nice??

well that didn’t sound horrendously creepy.

mysta rushes up the stairs and starts shoving trash into the bins and throwing unclean clothes into his wash basket. he made his bed, at least organized the dishes by the sink so it wouldn’t look as haphazard and cleaned up his adventuring essentials into their proper places in the cupboard

actually with your suddenly arrival it became the first time that month mysta put an effort into cleaning his house

a pretty lady was staying over after all

with the space a bit more decent, he takes a deep breath, tells himself that it’s gonna be alright and goes down to his store to fetch you

“hey! you can come—“

but his words are cut short when he sees you staring intently at something in the display case of the store

it almost intimidated him how focused you were on the thing, so he stopped. he slowly made himself towards you and takes a look at what’s caught your interest

it was a diadem of sorts… a little rusty, some of the shapes losing its original form because of the abrasion of time

yet it definitely held some importance if you were interested in it

“how much were you going to offer this for, mysta?” you suddenly ask, facing him. 

“um, this took me a while to look for and it has some value on it to me. maybe, 100 gold coins?” mysta proffers. 

you give him a smile. “i see. my family would have cut your head off for that price.”

his goosebumps rise and the hairs on his neck stand on edge. “th-they would, wouldn’t they? hahaha…”

at his panicked expression, you couldn’t help but laugh. “i only jest, mysta. partly, i suppose. back then this would’ve cost much, much more. it was one of my crowns after all.”

mysta chokes on pretty much nothing, coughing whatever it is that disturbs his airway. you reach out a hand to him to rub his back. 

“your crowns huh?” he says, hitting his chest. “hit the jackpot—cough—didn’t i?”

you giggle once more, “perhaps. it’s long worn away now. if you think 100 gold pieces are enough, then i shall too. you went through such lengths to get it after all, did you not?”

again with your contradicting ways of life

this was your crown, the crown of the ever reigning dragon queen of auphaines. this should’ve costed at least 10 times more yet you’re willing to let him price it at just 100 gold pieces?? humans, your natural foes, could have their hands on it no less!

you were so odd (to mysta), yet attractive all the same

that night mysta actually had you sleep in his bed instead of on the couch. though you kept insisting you’ve been sleeping on actual rocks the past centuries, he was reluctant to let you sleep on the couch

in the morning, he overslept. so the moment he wakes and realizes he’s later than he should be, mysta rolls off the couch (may have bruised his butt in the process) and expects himself to just grab a fruit to eat

but

you're at the dining table, setting out a spread of delicious foods

mysta almost thought he was still asleep when seeing you holy form, with the morning sun shining down on your flawless physique

“good morning, mysta,” you greet him, pulling out a chair. “go on and get something to eat.”

unknowing what to say (truth be told still bedazzled by your beautiful self, you cooking him breakfast despite being the guest nonetheless), mysta points at the clock. “i-i'm actually running late to open the store…”

“really? alright then. you can open up and i’ll bring you a plate downstairs,” you nonchalantly stand again and grab a plate from the table, placing all the available foods you made that morning. 

mysta could merely stare at you in awe

is this what’s it like to be roommates with the dragon queen herself?

“o-okay,” is what he mutters out before quickly resuming his rushed morning routine

by the time he goes downstairs, he’s just in time to flip the sign over to 'open'. lucky too because there were a few customers waiting for him already

as he waits for the other customers to take their pick in an object, you climb down the stairs with a tray of his food

mysta just… can’t help but stare. even the customers wondered who else was with him when he’s usually found alone in the store

you flash the newcomers with your ever sweet beam, then you head for mysta’s place at the counter to give him his late breakfast. “your breakfast, mysta. eat slowly alright?”

just then, the bell by the door rings to announce another customer. you and mysta realize it was vox. his eyes finds yours

“ah, there you are, your—“ but he realizes there are other people here, so he clears his throat. “miss y/n. i’m glad you seem to be making yourself comfortable here. i came by to make sure if everything was alright.”

you nod, pressing the tray against your chest. “i am, thank you for asking. mysta was a gentleman.”

but the demon eyes the scavenger with an eyebrow quirked upwards, “really? i see you’re bringing him his breakfast though?”

mysta waves his hand rapidly at the aristocrat, “oh shut it, milord. she was already making breakfast when i woke up. how could i have stopped her?”

“it’s quite alright, you know. he looked exhausted.”

vox sighs, “if her majesty insists. then i’ll be off for the morning. please, tell me if there is anything you need.”

he bids you and mysta farewell, just in time for a customer to come by the counter to ring up his items

“mysta, can i offer you 50 silver pieces for these?” he asks, readying his pouch of money

mysta slides off his chair and goes to estimate the price when he catches you analyzing them before he did. for some reason, he didn’t want to disturb you but there was a customer waiting…

“sir, may i tell you a story about this particular trinket?” your finger taps the vintage clock on the countertop. the man raises an eyebrow, but urges you to continue.

“this was used by nautical admirals back in its prime time. passed down from one great admiral to the next. it’s moved from great ships and even survived during battalions at sea. the one most interesting fact about it is is that it has never stayed on land longer than one day. i’d like to assume it’s about 100 years old since it’s production.”

at this, the present customer, the others in the store and even mysta are interested in your story

“oh my, how precious of an antique it is then!” he exclaims, digging through his money and readily drops 50 gold pieces this time, swiping away the silver ones. “mysta! this should be worth more! will these do?” 

“y-yeah, this should be good,” he nods, handing the customer a pouch to carry his newly bought item. 

“miss! what about this? does this one have a story too?” a female patron comes rushing forward to the countertop then places her chosen item, a set of an intricate quill and inkwell. 

mysta turns to you. you graciously smile and start recounting the story behind the stationery like you’ve known them as a person

as you go into detail about the stories, with more customers coming in to ask, mysta can’t help but enjoy your presence and your storytelling voice. gentle but inciting enough that your tale is very compelling

he could just sit there forever and listen to you all day

“mysta? mystaaaaa?” 

“huh?” he snaps out of his daze, shaking his head awake like he had just fallen asleep. 

you giggle, “it’s lunchtime. would you like anything?” 

“oh no, you already cooked breakfast i can't let you cook lunch too—“

mysta is about to stand to head for the kitchen when you suddenly grab his hand. he freezes, pink dusting his cheeks when you touch him

“it’s alright. you can stay here at the store,” then you’re off to skitter to get some lunch ready for you and mysta

IS THIS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE ROOMMATES WITH THE QUEEN OF AUPHAINES?

mysta buries himself in his arms, absolutely blushing his head off and his heart beating out of his chest

ma-maybe it wasn’t the worst idea to have you stay with him after all… the customers like you and business is getting better 

later, you return with plates of hot steaming meals. you place the tray before you and him, “go ahead, mysta.”

he stares at the delicious food, then back at you. 

“marry me.”

you freeze, dropping the spoon onto the plate. “i’m sorry?”

“HUH--WAIT, I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN THAT. NO, WAIT I DO WANT TO MARRY YOU--WAIT—“ then mysta proceeds to dive under the counter, curling up. 

what the fuck did i just say

what the fuck

what the fuck

what the fuck

then he feels your familiar fingers on his arms, but this only makes him squirm from embarrassment

“hey, look at me, won’t you?” you plead softly. with much consideration, mysta whines but makes his face seen by you

“y-yes?”

“i’ll consider your proposal soon,” you giggle. but unlike the times before you did it out of politeness, he could tell you were serious. 

because your own cheeks were just as red as he was

mysta can’t help but chuckle, “really?”

you nod, “i will.”

having you as a roommate wasn’t a bad a idea really…

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

the guild master

luca had always liked the idea of wielding weapons and he swore to himself at a young age that he would be able to master all art of fighting

this goal was what pushed luca into finding people who had the same interest as him, his group and community growing as he got older and better at wielding weapons

then he realized that he could make use of his talents for the good of the people around him

he officially named his group the kaneshiro guild and pledged that his guild would exist to help train whoever wanted to learn the art of fighting and protect those who needed help

the main reason why he tagged along with the other boys to the lava mountain wasn't because he was interested in looking for you

at the beginning it was because some of the men that had gone on an expedition got lost and hadn't returned to report

with vox and mysta already looking all over auphaines for you, luca figured if he went along, he could by chance find his men

however now that you needed a place to stay and vox saying it was better that you lived with someone who could protect you at all times

luca pitched in, flashing you a smile of reassurance, "i can do that! there are some vacant rooms back at the guild's building. my members are all very welcoming i assure you, your majesty. if anyone dares lay a hand on you, i'll have a talk with them myself."

at this, you smile, nodding. "if the kind sir is willing to have me, i will be grateful."

vox claps his hands together, "very well! luca, her majesty's safety is now in your hands until further discussion."

"you got it, vox!" he responds cheerfully, looking at you and outstretching an arm towards you. "shall we, milady?"

when people heard about luca's guild, their initial thoughts were a simple building likened to be a tavern or a rundown inn repurposed by luca's group

but you'd pleasantly surprised when it's a large fortress in the middle of town, men and women alike busily bustling in and out of the tall fortified building

"welcome back chief!" someone shouts upon passing by luca. another one says the same, then another then another

to luca, these people were like his family. they took care of each other, fought for one another's backs and they've seen their fair shares of tragedy together

which is why he was confident when he said that these people would not dare hurt you, especially if he asked for it

luca watches your face of wonderment, and it brings a wide smile to his face. he gently grabs your hand, which brings your attention to him, "you'll be safe here. treat it as your own home."

your eyes soften at his simple words. so you nod.

that night, luca introduced you to another important member, lucy. you swore they might've been twins separated at birth.

anyway, he had her show you where you'll be staying, including a tour of the fortress. you see that the building is complete with a training ground, weaponry, a library and enough rooms for the members.

luca truly was a good guild master and leader, seeing that he makes sure all the guild's needs are met

after getting properly bathed and dressed, luca himself comes by to go to your room. he waves at you, "hey! we usually have dinner together. so i came up to fetch you."

"oh that's quite alright," you step out of your room before closing the door behind you. "lead the way then. i'd love to meet your members."

at this, luca's eyes sparkle. "great! they'd love to meet you too, come, come!"

he practically drags you down to the huge dining room, flashing you a smile every time you rounded a corner. he just can't help it. it's been a while, if anything, it was the first time he had such a special guest stop by his guild

usually, people would be skeptical of even stepping near the fortress. mostly because they thought there would be nothing more than barbarians in there

because of this, luca also thought you'd be reluctant to come and opt for a house like vox's.

but you accept luca’s offer, no matter if you thought he had a house of barbarians and such

to him, that was one way to being someone worth fighting for

he brings you over to the dining hall, and immediately, the atmosphere changes from the quiet and still hallways to a lively and happy aura. it has always been this way, you see. luca never wanted to have a dinner where someone was not having fun, even if it was just a simple event of eating together on a daily basis

upon the new arrival, half the hall participants turns and when they realize it’s their respected chief, they shout, “good evening chief!” 

“hey everyone!” luca greets in return, grasping your hand and gently you tugging you next to him. “we have a guest this evening, lads! she came from… a long, long adventure and because she needs a big rest, she’ll be staying with the guild for a little while.”

“is she not a member, chief?” someone asks

luca sighs, shaking his head, “unfortunately, that’s not her purpose here. but who knows? you guys might help me change her mind!”

the hall returns to being lively and cheerful, this time in an attempt to persuade into joining their fun guild

despite only meeting these people, most of them strangers no less, you strangely felt at home. you would’ve thought the self exile would make you seem like a hermit but you’re surprised with yourself that you fit in with luca’s members

you wave at them, smiling, “i’ll think about it, alright?”

everyone starts clinking their mugs with each other, cheering as thought you have joined. 

“don’t worry,” luca whispers. “they won’t hold it against you if you don’t join.”

you giggle, mirroring his own words, “who knows? they might change my mind.”

luca’s mouth is slightly agape at your cheeky response. when you wink, he can’t help but turn away.

it’s then he realizes his heart is beating fast.

what were you doing to him? 

“chief! come on, let’s eat!” lucy calls out, waving over at a spot on a table. “y/n, come sit with us!”

after telling himself that it was just a spur of the moment thing, luca shakes off his sudden shy demeanor and makes his way over to a seat

everyone in the guild makes themselves known to you, introducing what they do specifically for the guild and what abilities they possess. some even went ahead to tell their proudest fights and adventures

even the younger ones braved themselves to ask you some of your own fights and adventures

nervous that they’d find out what you were, luca goes to cut them in, “hey now, have you finished your dinners? you’re not even letting the poor woman eat!”

you wave luca off, “it’s alright, luca.”

“you sure?” he frowns

you nod again, this time turning to the little ones who asked. “what would you like to hear about then?”

“how about your best fight?” 

you look up in thought, humming, “alright then, if you can handle a century old battle.”

luca raises a brow at you, but he’s surprised none of them take you seriously. then again, he was the only one in the room who knows what you are. 

“we could wait a thousand more years!” they respond.

you giggle, “alright then. you see, the fight began because one side thought their opponents should be feared. that they were arrogant. when in reality, these so called opponents were merely greater in power, they never meant to start any wars. if anything, they wanted to use their power for the good. but the opposing side didn’t think this. so they started a war.”

“how terrible! how could they do that?” one of them asks. 

luca knows that you were talking about the battle that brought down your kind. somehow though, your eyes don’t seem angry when retelling it. in fact, you look so ever kind and gentle as you continued your story. like it wasn't your tale to tell.

“these people were close minded back then. my side, whom were misunderstood, had to stagger back. we didn’t want to start a fight with anyone so we had to lose. but in the end, the opposing side mistook our surrender as a form of offense, so they finished us all off. i had to flee this battle,” your eyes show grief in one second, but luca doesn’t see it anymore in the next

just… what kind of person are you?

as kind as luca could be too, he could never place himself in your shoes. you even gave up your pride, but his kind as humans were still ignorant and went as far as still killing you all

one of the group of teens pointed out, “this is your proudest battle, miss?”

oh, and the fact you told them a story about your loss, even though they asked about your proudest

surely, you had something to be proud of? you were known as a warrior queen…

you simply smile at the teens, “yes indeed. it was my last actually. you might think it’s not a very wonderful ending battle. but to me, i gave up my lands so my opponents could build houses. i wish not to kill even a single life. besides, my opposing team showed great ability! i learn also that i have severely underestimated them!”

you laugh, which brought a smile to the withering faces of the ones asking you.

“i may have lost, but i was proud to have lost to such great opponents. gives me good reason to get even stronger, no?”

luca… had so much to learn from you, as he stared in awe with your storytelling abilities and how you could pick up such important life lessons despite that heart breaking battle

when one would’ve been incredibly angry and vengeful, somehow, you make it seem like you’re at fault and that you should still learn

luca finds within himself a new profound respect for you

this was why you were crowned queen

“luca?” you suddenly call him.

“sorry, you were saying?” he shakes his head once more that day from his frazzled mind. 

“your food. it’s getting cold,” you point out, causing the rest of the teens to laugh. 

luca grins, “i liked your story is all.”

and perhaps you as well.

the night falls and morning comes just as fast. luca finds himself in the strategy room along with his members, discussing a plan to keep searching for their missing men

“we’ve checked all over north, but we haven’t found anything,” someone reports.

luca sighs, “you’re sure north is where they went?”

they nod, “certain, chief. we saw footprints.”

“but they led nowhere else?”

this time, they shake their head.

then the door knocks. 

“come in!”

at the command, the door opens slowly and there you are, popping your head in to smile at everyone. your eyes shine a bit brighter when they meet luca’s

“oh, y/n good morning!” he greets, waving you over. “is there something you need?”

“nothing really,” then you spot the many sprawled sheets of paper and maps on the table. “pardon me, are you looking for something?” 

“we’re looking for some of our lost members, miss y/n,” someone in the room responds to you. “they’ve been missing for weeks now.”

“oh dear, where did they head?” 

“north,” luca answers this time. “we’ve headed there, but haven’t found anything.”

“i see. then you’re looking in the wrong direction.”

everyone looks at one another, even luca raises an eyebrow at your statement. but he trusts what you’re saying. you were a wise and knowledgeable person after all.

so he beckons you over to the table to help discuss

“elaborate then, y/n,” luca smiles

you turn to the largest map and see that it’s been marked, probably to mark the spots the guild has looked for

your finger points from the edge nearest the town, “they traveled from here. then they were last seen here?”

luca nods

“the north is where the shadowed forest is so it’s known to mislead. it has no trace of food or drink. since they’ve been missing for weeks already, i assume they’re already on their way to finding some sort of shelter. the closest village from the shadowed forest is northwest. if they climbed up the trees, they would see smoke from houses. so i suggest you head there.”

everyone hums in thought, agreeing that your plan seemed reasonable and worth trying

their chief paying extra attention to how you spoke, making sure not to leave out any important details like a real strategist would

luca announces, “our next plan then, everyone. we’ll start looking northwest, closest village to the shadowed forest. y/n, are you coming with?”

you shake your head, “i’ll catch up.”

but there was a mischievous glint in your eyes, one luca can't rly make out however he can’t help but feel excited for what you have in store

the men pack their things and luca is the one to lead, riding down to the shadowed forest northwest

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish to have you there on the trip. he just… wanted to see your more warrior queen spirit in action. how would you ride your horse? are you the more relaxed or do you ride strong head on?

what would you look like wielding a sword…?

luca shakes his head again, lost in the clouds of your images and what you could be

“chief?” a subordinate asks him from beside him

“yeah?” luca turns

“you’re red. something wrong?” 

oh-

“i-i'm fine!” the blonde warrior turns his head sideways, embarrassed beyond embarrassed. 

suddenly lucy rides up front and nudges luca by the feet, bringing his attention. “so, what do you think of her?”

“i’m not thinking about y/n!” 

“i didn’t say you were thinking of y/n.”

“LUCY!“

crows fly overhead from the loud scream of luca, whom lucy laughs at. 

“just take it easy. she’s a sweet girl,” lucy grins. but after a second, the smile on the girl’s face falters as she notices a dark shadow in the skies. luca looks up and sees something abnormal.  

it was brief but enough to leave such an impression

w-was that a dragon...?

moreover, was that you??

"i'll catch up."

the afternoon sun shone onto your scales, your more reptilian form ever so majestic and though it was but a mere second, he was able to catch a glance of your beautiful eyes

luca can't help but smile before he turns to his team, "follow everyone!"

he ignores their screams of pointing out the dragon in the skies, galloping just behind you.

god, you looked so beautiful...

in a matter of minutes, you've led luca's team to a nearby village and upon arriving, the first thing that comes into the peripheral view are the horses that belonged to their guild members

you fly away from the village, back into the shadowed where no one would see you

but luca hurriedly calls out for his missing men's names. they scramble out, relief washing over their faces seeing that their guild family had come to retrieve them

"come on, let's head back!" luca yells excitedly, to which they cheer happily and quickly gather their things. he turns to lucy, "lead them back to town. i've got something to take care of."

though confused, she lets her chief leave the crowd first.

luca charges for the shadowed forest, going into the direction you flew.

it didn't take long for him to find you, already shifted back to your human form. luca dismounts then approaches you

"thank you so much for helping us find them," he grins.

"it's no trouble, luca. i'm glad you did," you smile in return. although you were in your more human form, luca can't help but imagine you in your dragon body once more

just how pretty you looked. what you would've looked like fighting off his ancestors in that form

"luca?"

ah, did you catch him staring again...?

something from inside luca pushes him to say it. so he did, "you looked... really pretty. when you were in your dragon form. it's just that i can't look at you the same way after that."

blood rushes to your cheeks. "wh-why thank you... then would you like to see it again?"

luca nods, almost a bit too quickly. he can't help himself!

you giggle, "alright."

you raise your arms, scales beginning to grow on your human flesh. your face elongates and your teeth grow sharp and long. and just like that, your body had become five times your original size

you're in your primal form. the form you were born as when auphaines first found itself.

luca reaches a hand out to you and you nudge his callous palms with your nose gently

a wide smile spreads across his face, his cheeks dusted red out of admiration, "your majesty."

luca may have been fully human, having no real ties or obligation to protect like vox did. but with your unlimited kindness and lack of ability to differentiate between classes (or species for that matter), he bows, promising to you with his life:

"i am sworn to protect your majesty's life at all costs. please, let me fight alongside you."

he glances up and realizes you've shifted back, your eyes soft.

you take his hands, squeezing them.

you and luca, mutually unwilling to let go just yet.

"then i will allow it, sir luca."

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

the writer

ike was a renowned artist in the land of auphaines. he has written several best selling books throughout his career, released some of his own original songs and would sometimes be commissioned by theatre buildings to write a play for casts to perform

almost everyone in auphaines knew who he was

what was his goal to come to the lava mountains?

although ike favored creating his own pieces of literature, there was no shortage of him reading in his own time. whether that be other people's works or books of folklore

which is where he first heard about you

he read in one of his books a fairytale about a lost queen, said to be buried deep under the earth, only waiting for her loyal followers to find her again

ike was a skeptic

he has never seen a dragon, so he thought you weren't real

it's only when vox came by for one of their weekly routines of having tea together that the topic of searching for you came up

"she is very much real, my friend," vox told him, sipping his tea. ike squints his eyes.

"really? i think not."

the demon laughs, "oh, you'll change your mind when i find her again one day. actually, the lads and i have decided to go on a trip together to find her in the lava mountains. if we find her, you owe me a personalized song for my house."

ike rolls his eyes, "you won't get that song, sire. but i suppose it won't hurt to come along. i need a break from the city tension."

which is what brought him here, an unpaid song he has to write for vox.

but here you were, the woman whom his friends seem to easily believe was the lost dragon queen he had been reading about recently

you just... didn't hold the power of what he imagined a warrior queen to have

you seemed so frail and gentle mannered

how could you be the same person to have shaped the lands of auphaines and defeated old monstrous foes?

"my house is unfortunately filled with guests at the moment. her majesty won't have a place to stay at my mansion, i'm afraid, " vox frowns, bowing his head towards you in sincere apologies

"my house is way too dangerous for guests. too many experiments the team are conducting," the magic wielding man says, shaking his head in turn

"mine is a one bedroom apartment and it's messy with objects i've found recently. it might be too uncomfortable for her," mysta reasons.

the blonde warrior raises his hand in the air in defeat as well, "i'm busy looking for my missing men so i can't keep an eye on her either."

with all possibilities closed, the four men turns to their remaining member. ike.

he eyes each of his friends, seemingly offended, "are you asking me to do it?"

vox sighs, "we have no other choice, ike. besides, you live in the upper class district. it's quiet there. you don't leave the house much so you can keep an eye on her for us."

"oh, it's alright. if the gentleman feels burdened by my stay, i can always just continue to stay here," you proffer, patting the solid ground like it was a comfortable bed.

at this, ike's chest tightens in guilt.

it's not that he didn't wish to have guests at his house, it's that he's worried he won't be a good host. he was a busy man after all.

but he'd rather not have you, though known as the warrior dragon queen known by all, sleep near hot lava craters and a rocky ground as your mattress

ike sighs, "alright then. h-her majesty can stay at my house for the time being."

besides, how could he refuse your pretty eyes...?

holy fuck did he seriously think that--

back at his home, he shows you his only guestroom. it was decent enough for you, he thought but he desperately wished it could be a bit better

but it's all he had, so after giving you one of his sleeping robes and a somewhat androgynous outfit he had in his closet for you to wear in the day, he excuses himself for the night

sure, he's written many fairytales for people to read

living in one was something ike never thought he'd have to experience

actually, it was because of this particularly silly thought that kept ike awake. so he takes his notebook and quill set, opting to sit by the fire to write away into the night

it was one of the few things that could help distract him

but he pauses when he feels a cold breeze go down his back

ike turns and realizes one of the windows had been left open. he groans before going to close it, only to freeze once more when he realizes you are perched atop the rooftop

he had never seen anything so... magnificent

you stand just on the edge of the roof, your arms by your side and your face upturned towards the night sky.

but what attracts ike is the fact you have half shifted into the dragon form he's been doubting all this time

scales cover your body like an armor, your wings in full view as it gently flapped in the cool air of the night. your loose hair dances elegantly through the wind, the moon shining just behind you

then, your eyes meet ike's

oh, those beautiful eyes again

o-oh! you were looking at him!

ike turns away, clearing his throat. "sorry, i noticed the window was open. then i... noticed you out there. are you alright?"

you merely offer him a smile. then you step off the roof

"hey--" ike shouts, but he's cut short when your body comes soaring up again. he watches you reach the top of his house then dive back down to the open window

the novelist almost drops his things in surprise

you giggle, "i'm quite alright. it's just been a while since i've stretched my wings is all."

at the mention of them, ike can't help but steal a glance. they're the same color as your scales, glimmering under the moonlight.

"would you mind if i touched them?"

the question spills out of his mouth faster than his mind could process them. but before he can take it back, you perch yourself onto the windowsill and offer him both your wings

"of course not," you nod, beckoning for him to come closer.

you weren't doing anything, really. you just stood there at the window, offering one of your wings for ike to touch.

yet it felt like you were enchanting him

his fingers are already on the edge of your wing, and he's surprised they're softer than they look. one index finger became his entire palm as he felt through more of your wings

"they're so... beautiful," ike whispered. he turns to you and he realizes just how close he is to you. he backs away immediately. "so-sorry!"

giggling, you shake your head, "it's alright."

god, your gentleness is going to be the end of him

as comforting as it sounded to live amongst the higher class, ike would tell you a thousand times over how specifically the human faction of the elite can be incredibly snobby and arrogant

so he's had to face with very snobbish ladies who fancied him and the jealous "elegant" men who lived in the neighborhood

so to be able to have a roommate such as yourself was a good change of pace from all that

you had incredible cooking skills as well and it certainly helped reduce ike's time in not working. besides domestic life, you surprised ike when he one day found you in his library

you sift through the collection he has, and when you find one that catches your eye, you would sit by the fire and read it until ike reminded you it was time to eat

but he'd be lying to himself if he said that you didn't look so adorable curled up on one of the lounging chairs (his favorite, mind you), blankets in your lap and reading by firelight

it almost looked like... you belonged there. he didn't mind having this kind of view whenever he exits the study

"enjoying your read?" ike beams softly as he sat in the chair across, never once letting you know you were sitting on his favorite chair.

you peak up from your book, nodding. "quite, yes. you have fantastic taste, ike. and skills."

the novelist raises an eyebrow. then you grin, holding your book up and showing that you were reading his book

his cheeks flush, throat suddenly stuffed. "i-i see. i'm glad you're enjoying it then. i work hard on all of my books."

"i can tell. literary art is a wonderful but also complex art to master."

that he can agree with you.

you then frown slightly, "ike, would you mind if i gave you feedback?"

oh?

"no, none at all! i encourage it, in fact," ike sits a bit straighter, looking at you expectantly with eyes wide of excitement. sure, he's received much fan mail (both professional and not) about his work, but having it come from you felt different

was it because you were an old creature who's seen the earth move for centuries?

perhaps to ike, the praise felt more of quality coming from you because... it was you.

you then begin to flip through the bookmarked pages, pointing out what you felt off or praised the part where it got your heart to beat so fast. ike attentively writes them all down on his notebook, never missing a word that fell from your lips

"so far, that's what i have. i'll tell you more once i've finished it," to this, ike nods graciously and then you return to sticking your nose into the book.

once again there you were, curled up warmly in his clothes reading his book

he forgot for a moment there that you were a dragon goddess. you just looked so... preciously human? it felt like he was on one standing with you

sure, being a queen, dragon goddess, creator of auphaines and all that

but to simply have y/n in his house, accompanying him do his work

this was why he was not interested in the elite ladies

somehow, ike eveland favored the simple ones. those who don't really ask for much. nothing but himself. not for his talents or his riches.

why did he think he like he was going to court you?

ike sighs to himself then goes to stand, wishing to leave you to your reading. but the loose papers in his notes shuffle out and sprawls itself across the floor

this brought your attention away from the book as you bend down to help collect the scattered pages

then your fingers incidentally brush against ike's. almost like you've both been electrocuted, you pull away hastily.

"pa-pardon me, y/n," ike laughs nervously, turning away.

you can't help but giggle, grabbing the sheet of paper and handing it back to him. he takes what you gave him, slipping it back between the intact pages of his notebook. he nods in thanks.

"oh, there's one more," you point out, catching a glimpse of one more gone-rogue paper just about near the hearth. you bend down once more to get it, but your eyes scan over its contents. your eyes widen, "th-the dragon queen?"

ike's face falters.

that was the poem he wrote about you some nights ago.

"um, could you hand that back please?"

but you seem to already be reading it, much to ike's embarrassment

she slowly awakes from under the embers, the sunlight of the world shining down on her greedily as they welcome her majesty's return. there she stood, blessing the earth with her ever so gentle smile, baring kindness no human could spare. although an angry and unfair war weighs on her despaired heart, the dragon queen does not hiss at her old foes. instead she walks tall and remains ignorant of what befell her. for she does not see the ancient past. a true leader, the lord, the dragon goddess, the queen, y/n.

ike could not describe you in any other words than what he mentioned in that small poem

his heart just had to spill it out

so, he nervously awaits your reaction. but you merely blush and grin, holding the poem close to your heart. this makes ike's face flush just as pink

"it's beautiful," you whisper, a certain glimmer in your eyes when you spoke to the illustrious writer they call ike eveland

he responds, "and... you are too."

well, you've read his poem, might as well, right?

you then walk towards him, standing on your toes to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

a writer, living in his own true romantic fantasy...

ike smiles, bringing you in for a hug.

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

the sorcerer

sorcery was one of the many things humankind was both proud and terrified of having. which is why people don't always smile and greet shu when he visits the city

but shu couldn't care any less

his family was a long line of great sorcerers, him as the next generation

he liked what sorcery could do too. it's helped him so many times in the past so there wasn't much for him to be really ashamed of.

the few people who were interested in it often came to shu for guidance, customers who needed it frequented his shop too along with his fellow sorcerer friends

so what is his connection with you and why tag along on the adventure to the lava mountains?

two reasons actually

the first reason was because vox needed another pair of arms in venturing the dangerous lands near the lava mountains. he wasn't known as one of the most able sorcerer in auphaines for nothing after all

the second reason was because he was interested. as a man of magic, it was imperative that he learned all things mythical, even as far back as ancient dragons that were said to be wiped out completely

but when vox informed him of his main goal of looking for the remaining heir of this extinct dragon kind, shu's curiosity peaked

dragons, the original creators, how his sorcery came to be in the first place

he had to see this if it was actually true

thus here he was with his four friends, you, the supposed last of your kind, the dragon queen herself

but shu had to be honest

he was a bit underwhelmed when he saw only your human form. to be completely honest, he wanted to see your dragon body so he could confirm for himself that his history books were wrong into thinking your kind had fully ceased to exist

but he couldn't judge you

you were real, as vox claimed

"would you be comfortable living among humans, my queen?" vox asks you.

seeing your hand clench slightly and your eyes avoiding that of the demon's was enough to say that you were a bit nervous about the idea.

"i wouldn't want to cause anything is all... i'm sure the stigma about dragons being the antagonists still exists," you sigh, offering a gentle smile at the men.

"um, i don't mind having her stay at my house though," shu suggests, surprising even himself for volunteering. he adds, "she can disguise easily with the other sorcerers so other humans wouldn't have to look twice."

"that's not a bad idea, shu," the writer agrees, nodding. "i directly live with humans. mysta although in the countryside gets many human customers at his store. and vox lives at the heart of the city where humans are at too."

"i'm afraid my house is also full with guests currently, which further proves your point," then the demon turns to you. "i hope these accommodations are alright, my queen?"

sorcery came from you after all, so if you were going to be alright living with humans, the next best option is sorcerers. the man named shu seemed very trust worthy as well.

"i'm grateful for it," you nod, standing on your feet.

"well," shu scratches the back of his head, beaming. "i hope you're alright with a few explosions here and there."

once you saw the gates to the city, the other four bid you goodbye, with vox promising a visit as soon as possible. shu gestures towards the little path towards the woods.

"this way, your majesty," he steps ahead, you just following behind.

"how do sorcerers fare these days, shu?" you suddenly inquire on the journey.

shu hums, "well, not the best but it has gotten better. we've been accepted into society at least. but some people are still afraid of it."

"some?"

"yes. there is no little amount who would come to my magic shop once in a while to buy a charm or the sort. they're the few who believe sorcery is not dangerous," shu shrugs. "to be honest, it should be accepted more. so long as people don't misuse it."

"i agree with you. i gave it to you so it could make your lives easier after all."

and shu forgot for a whole second that he was walking with a millennia old dragon beside him. he takes a glance at you, in your human form and all.

such an interesting creature you were indeed...

you and him finally reach the row of cottages that resided in the woods, a large store filled with magical trinkets you guessed where shu worked at became the centerpiece of the woodland neighborhood

shu leads you just behind the building and into the cottage you assumed belonged to him

inside, you are surprised when you see many books strewn about; containing divination spells, ritualistic texts and passages that told what purpose one ingredient had

there was a huge table in the center of the room filled with all sort of alchemical equipment. there was a row of finished potions or ointments, some still in progress judging by the labels, and there are crates of raw ingredients yet to be used

"sorry, it's a little messy in here," shu offers you a sympathetic smile, to which you graciously return.

"it's quite alright. if anything, i feel very much at home seeing all this," you then approach the work table, observing the many diagrams shu was working on. "what are you working on exactly?"

"a customer commissioned a concoction that could help revive a dead plant," shu answers, taking a seat on one of the high stools with a huge sigh. "the samples i've created so far have only worsened its state though..."

and he's been working on this particular potion for a really long time, yet to no avail. even his co workers in the same field could not get the desired result

shu begins to flip through a tome and you can't help but lean over to involve yourself

"may i see where you've gotten so far?"

the sorcerer nods, sliding over his research and calculation sheets. "the main ingredient that seemed to be a good start was acramire. the changing variables were temperature and method of processing. also of course differing ingredients."

you put a finger to your chin, "acramire seems to be a good foundation indeed. have you tried using low temperatures and eezelas?"

seemingly interested in your ideas, shu immediately gets the right tools to do per your instructions.

he's surprised when he doesn't know any of the techniques you explain to him. but you patiently guide him with such expertise

at the end of the experiment, shu has the sample ready. he pulls out a dead plant (one he's ruined before) and puts a few drops into the soil

you and him watch it expectantly, and he's pleasantly surprised when the stems start to catch green again, the flower blooming with immense speed

"woah, it actually worked!" shu grins, applauding. "thank you so much, your majesty!

you shake your head, "you were already heading to the right direction, shu. give yourself some credit too."

the sorcerer laughs sheepishly, his cheeks glowing red from the compliment.

shu would've thought that you were just going to be his temporary roommate, but he never figured you could be such an amazing lab partner

a sorcery professor perhaps fit you better actually

the customer who first requested the revitalizing potion was beyond impressed and continued to ask for more agricultural potions that could benefit his garden

from this success, the news spread out to the entire city, people came looking for shu's store thanks to your aid

it brought many exciting nights experimenting together to create the right mixtures with the specific results

you weren't the original creator of auphaines for nothing if you hadn't been able to figure out what the customers need

in the process of this, shu learns more than he could've back at the academy of sorcery. he learns old techniques and the hidden purpose behind the ingredients he had more than his textbooks could ever imagine to explain

and the way you would word everything so patiently just so he could understand alongside you

you were a queen, weren't you? not a skilled teacher...

either way, he's so glad he volunteered to house you

he's used to being alone in his little lab/cottage, tinkering with the many different ingredients he could get his hands on in the woods and making (mostly safe) explosions here and there

but whenever you leave to take a walk, shu finds himself aching to have you back

to teach him more about alchemy

to teach him more about incantations

to teach him more about... you

currently, you sit quietly across from him on the working table reading a thick tome about old spells. surely you wouldn't need to learn anything new?

the room is only lit by a few candles and the hearth by the corner; the cracking fire, the occasional flips of the pages and the sound of clinking equipment from shu

it all felt so right

would he be too greedy if he wished to house you for longer?

then the door suddenly knocks, despite being late into the night. you look up from your book to glance at shu, who shakes his head confused

he hops off the stool and swings the door open to reveal a group of his sorcerer friends holding torches and wearing very panicked expressions

"shu, the scalcisas are back. we need your help," one of them pleads desperately as sweat drips down their forehead.

ah, scalcisas. the wolves who lurk in the shadows, who run and hide like the darkness itself. literally.

they are to be feared, especially found in woods like these. they easily sneak into civilian territory without much struggle and capture lives silently

but with the skilled sorcerers in the area, it's no wonder that they manage to detect when the fierce scalcisa would come near. but they are not creatures who easily give up

at the announcement, shu quickly grabs his coat and steps out.

you shut your tome close and skip to the door, saying, "may i join you?"

shu shoots you a worried glance, but he sighs, beckoning you to come with, "alright then. just be careful."

you step outside as he closes the door behind you, and the group who came to fetch shu led you to the edge of the district of sorcerers. there you could sense the dark creatures lingering in the dark, waiting for the right moment to strike

half the sorcerers there were pale, despite having experienced this many times before

shu is on the front battle line, summoning pink and purple fires in one hand

"wait!" you suddenly shout, causing everyone to jump at your loud voice. shu turns to you, fire still ready in his palm as you walk forwards.

the others seemed to be whispering for you to stop being stupid or being rash. some even braved themselves to come forward to hold you back

but shu trusted that you knew what you were doing, so he holds up a hand, telling them to lay their hands away from you

you stand right on the forest floor, eyeing the creatures whose eyes are now trained on you

what surprised everyone is how you growl at the scalcisas. like you were speaking their language.

your hand is raised into the air, pointing outwards back into the inky black woods. but most importantly, you don't look angry when you do.

the scalcisas inch into the light, every single one of them. but you don't even quiver when they are a mere feet away from you

instead, they bow once and retreat back into the dark

you turn, offering a smile to the nervous sorcerers including shu, "they promise to not return here. but they would appreciate it if you left them some food from time to time."

"how do you know they won't return?" someone in the crowd asks

you wave him off dismissively, "i spoke to them. and they spoke back, of course. that's how conversations work, no?"

everyone looked at you like you had gone crazy

but shu looked at you like you had just returned from a great war, a sense of heavy respect for you

admiration for you

"thank you, y/n," he bows, then turning to his friends. "she speaks the truth. don't underestimate her. she has... special abilities."

if the great sorcerer shu spoke for you, then they knew to trust you. so they shrug it off, thanked you for your aid and went their merry way back home

on your own journey back, shu can't help but smile as he asked you, "do you mind teaching me dragon?"

you giggle, slapping his arm. "i'm afraid you'll need a dragon's body for that, shu. besides, i used an old language. not one you'd understand."

he slows down a bit, which makes you stop as well.

"i... " he trails off, his ears reddening a bit. "i wouldn't mind spending my time learning with you. even if it took me a lifetime."

shu takes a deep breath in before deciding to look you in the eye, "n-not just about the language. since you came over, i've learned so many new things and i feel very comfortable with your teaching methods. but, it makes me think. that i wish i could learn more about you as a person. would you allow me to do that?"

you blink at him, unmoving for a few seconds. then you outstretch your hand to him, the most beautiful smile on your face since he met you. you just looked so... happy.

"i'd teach you all the things this world hasn't told you, shu. even about myself."

there you were, holding his rapidly beating heart with your gentle hands. shu could never imagine it anywhere else.

"thank you," he whispers, enlacing his fingers with yours as you walk back to his cottage that night and for the many nights learning about each other to come.

a tiny glossary bcs i cOuLDNT HELP MYSELF

acramire: a rare alchemical ingredient made from the soils of all four of auphaines' different terrains and purified water from the lifbringan waterfall auphaines (demonym: auphainian) from aurum "gold" and phainesthai "appear", said to have been named because the original creators of auphaines were born from the light eezela (plural: eezelas): a leaf plant that grows in clusters near the lifbringan waterfall, usually only found during twilight hours scalcisa (plural: scalcisas): from scato "shadow" and volcica "wolf". said to have been the reincarnation of a deceased old dragon who befriended the shadows, then slowly took on the form similar to a wolf caused by evolution

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love, lust, and life mushrooms | ksj

pairing: seokjin x f reader

genre: smut, humor, crack, the barest hint of angst, oneshot

summary: Jin has had a very specific fantasy for a long time, and he’s decided that he wants to make it a reality. Will your relationship be strong enough for the strain this puts on it? Or will the two of you come out of it stronger than ever?

rating: 18+

word count: 7k

warnings: Explicit sexual content consisting of role-play, oral sex (m & f receiving), face-fucking, dirty talk, use of a pet name, unprotected penetrative sex within an established relationship, squirting, mild degradation, inappropriate use of a princess peach costume, and use of a vibrating mario mustache. Also contains jokes about kink-shaming, swearing, minor domestic disputes, embarrassing gifts and phone calls in a work place, and discussions of bowser’s dilf status. No goombas were harmed in the making of this fic. 

notes: Here it is!! My first completed fic! This would not have been possible without the support of the NaNoWriMo server group! What started as an off-hand quip ended up turning into this whirlwind drafting process and um ... this is the result. I fucking appreciate every single on of you, and I hope you enjoy reading this. Much love!

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You and Seokjin had been dating for almost two years, and it had honestly been phenomenal thus far. You’d moved in with each other, you’d bought plants together, and had even considered adopting a dog together.  While it wasn’t perfect (indeed, no relationship is), it was definitely your strongest and most resilient relationship to date. You thought that the two of you could withstand any and all challenges that presented themselves to you. During a lazy Saturday breakfast, however, your boyfriend came to you with an absurd proposition that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around.

“You want me to pretend to be Peach. So you can fuck me as Mario.”

“Yes!”

“This is what your deepest, darkest fantasy is.”

“Yes.”

You pursed your lips and set down your fork. Breakfast would have to wait. “I thought you were a nerd. Not a …. Whatever this is.”

“What, this isn’t nerdy enough for you?”

“You stepped into freak territory as soon as you brought up me pretending to be Peach. Like, isn’t the game something you grew up playing?” Seokjin frowned and set down his own fork, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, why do you think I have a thing about big pink dresses? Peach was my sexual awakening.” His voice was serious and matter-of-fact. It was hard to tell if he was actually joking or not.

“I’ve never heard you talk about a pink dress fetish. Ever.”

“Well, you never asked.”

It’s not the most fucked up fantasy you’ve ever heard. In fact, it was really only mildly weird in the grand scheme of things. But it seemed so out of nowhere and he made it seem like a huge deal for him to be talking about it at all.

Seokjin had made it clear early on in your relationship that he had simple needs. He just wanted to feel connected to you, and you happened to feel the same way. You both had a desire for deep connection, and you’d worked hard together to forge it. You’ve never been bored in bed, and you‘ve never felt the need for the two of you to step things up because you both put each other first both in and outside of the bedroom.

“I guess … I was just expecting something weirder when you said you had a long-held fantasy involving beloved characters from your childhood.”

“What, like Disney prince shit? Please, that’s too expected. De-flowering a Disney princess isn’t a turn on for me. Unless Ariel’s going to stay a fish … then we’ll talk.”

You shot him a look of exasperation. “We’re going to come back to that, but don’t change the subject! I know your tastes aren’t that simple. I was just expecting something more like, I don’t know, you being the hunter and me being Bambi’s mom kind of thing.”

“Ugh, Y/N, I draw the line at actual homicide. Homicide is way freakier than a canon video game couple.”

“Mario kills Bowser to get into Peach’s panties at the end of each game.”

“Bowser doesn’t count as homicide! He’s evil! And not human! Homicide only counts for—”

“Excuse you, Bowser’s basically a dilfy CEO! He has goals, resources, and an empire, plus he’s a great dad!”

“He violates child labor laws! I’m pretty sure the goombas are trying to unionize and overthrow the bourgeoisie, which would be, you guessed it, Bowser! Yeah,” he snorted, his words dripping with sarcasm, “Real dilf material right there.”

“Are you trying to kink shame me?” you teased.

“You started by dissing my Mario and Peach fantasy!”

“I did not diss your fantasy. I just called it weird!”

“Exactly! And what, pray tell, is the practical difference between making fun of me for a fantasy and kink shaming me?”

You’re silent for a moment, rubbing your temples with your fingertips. He’d always had a really chaotic sense of humor, so you were waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Seokjin reveal that he was just making everything up in an elaborate prank to get you to agree to something a little more mundane.

“Seokjin, are you absolutely serious about making this fantasy a reality?”

“Yes,” he said, without an ounce of hesitation.

“Fine. You have a week to convince me that this’ll be worth the embarrassment of being a basically worthless character for the sake of your pleasure. Can I eat my breakfast now?”

“Deal! Calendar out your Saturday, Peach, because you’re about to visit the Mushroom Kingdom,” he said, his lips quirking up in a half smile, his eyes narrowing slyly.

“I … fucking hate you. So much.”

“You won’t when you’re screaming ‘Mario’ in ecstasy.”

“Seokjin, Jesus, I’m trying to eat here.”

Throughout the following week, Seokjin left you gifts that signaled his full intent to live out his fantasy and that you were going to be an integral part of it.

On Monday, you found a pair of red kitten heels tucked next to your shoes on your side of the closet. You thought they’d been a nice gesture, until you realized that right, Princess Peach wears red heels. How nice, how wonderful that your sweet boyfriend had the wherewithal to give you low heels so as to fulfill the prompt but keep you comfortable.

You hated the fact that you actually kind of liked them, and you hated it even more when you tried them on only to discover that they fit perfectly. You hated it most when you wore them to work that day and they were comfortable enough to keep wearing all day. To your chagrin, you even ended up getting compliments on them.

On Tuesday, you received a plushie-gram while sitting in your cubicle at work. All of your coworkers thought it was so cute that Seokjin had sent you a fifteen-inch Invincibility Star plush. What a thoughful gesture! You must love video games! Their praise rang hollow because they didn’t get the chance to read the card that came with it before you threw it out.

This is so we can keep going all night, Princess.

No wonder the delivery boy had given you a strange look as you signed for the gift.

On Wednesday, you came home cranky and irritated after having a hellish day at work. All you wanted was a hot shower and a really cold beer, perhaps even paired together. You’d already grabbed a beer from the fridge, and had left your clothes in a little trail behind you, leading to the bathroom. You had the water running, you’d already popped the tab on your beer can, when suddenly, there came a knock at the bathroom door.

You opened it, expecting it to be Seokjin, loosening his tie and looking to get a hello kiss after getting home. Honestly, you could use one, after the day you’d had. But, instead:

“What the fuck is that thing on your face?”

Seokjin smiled, his top lip obscured by a large, soft-touch silicone mustache that looked suspiciously like that of a certain Italian plumber. It was strapped to his face with a thin elastic band.

“A-you like it? I’ve-a been thinking about a-growing one out.” The Mario-esque lilt he spoke with was infuriating.

“God, Jin, please, no. Not the Mario shit today. I’ve been getting screamed at by clients all day—“

“But-a baaaabe, it a-vibrates.”

“… It does what now?”

Alright, fine, the mustache was actually very nice! You couldn’t not try it after being told of its real use! You’d even tried to subtly ask your boyfriend to use it on you again after going to bed that night, but Seokjin just chuckled and said that you’d have to wait until Saturday.

On Thursday, you received a call while sitting in the break room for lunch, surrounded by your peers. You made to stand up and take it out in the hall, but your work friends stopped you, saying that it was totally fine. Seokjin was legendary around the office after the plushie incident; all of your friends wanted to congratulate him on being super cute for sending you things while you were at work. None of their own boyfriends had a romantic bone in their bodies. You didn’t have the balls to tell them the real reason he had sent the plushie.

“Hi Seokjin,” you said into your phone.

“Hi princess, how’s your day going?” You were ashamed to admit that a little shiver went down your spine at his use of the pet name.

“It’s fine so far, I’m on lunch right now.” You had to fight to keep your voice neutral and unaffected.

“Ah, okay. Am I on speaker?”

“No. Why?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m looking at your dress for Saturday and that I can wait to fuck your sweet, wet cunt while you wear it.”

You sat in silence for a moment, his words making your body freeze even though all you felt was white hot heat passing through your veins. Your whole body throbbed in time with your pulse. Jin had never really been particularly explicit with regards to sex before; while he was generally vocal, he wasn’t really one for dirty talk, and you had never really formed an opinion on it otherwise. This change in his attitude over the past several days was beginning to deeply affect you. Apparently your silence was conspicuous; your friends stopped talking and turned to look at your stunned face, one by one.

Minji, your cubicle mate, leaned forward a little bit, looking concerned. “Everything all right, Y/N? You look flushed.”

Jin’s voice came through your phones ear piece shortly after, “Y/N, are you with people right now?”

You took in a deep breath before speaking slowly. “Yes Jin, like I said, I’m at lunch.”

“Oh my god, that’s fucking amazing.” You could hear him laughing hysterically on the other side of the line, his squeaks making it sound like he was washing a window with a squeegee.

“Anything else, babe?” You said sharply, your voice high and tense.

“No, princess, I’m just excited to bend you over and make you mine, that’s all.”

“I’ll see you at home. Bye!” you said quickly, and hung up on him. You then excused yourself to go sit at your desk in horny silence for the rest of the afternoon.

You thought, foolishly, that Friday was going to pass without incident. Seokjin had been surprisingly normal in all of your conversations over text during the day. Mostly just talking about what the two of you were going to cook for meals over the weekend, any errands one or the other needed to make before going home, and other simple, domestic matters. He asked you to stop at the grocery store for a few things (mushrooms, obviously, thyme, and a pint of heavy cream), and asked if you had any requests from the wine store (Sauvignon Blanc, pretty please). Farely standard couple stuff, you thought.

As the day wore on, you found yourself tensing up in anticipation of another weird, Mario-themed moment hitting without any warning. When you started packing your things, you began to relax a little. At least, this time, it wouldn’t happen at work. Your boyfriend’s deeply held fantasy would remain a secret, at least for now.

On your way home, you stopped for the groceries Seokjin had requested, and then stopped at your apartment’s managing office to pick up a package you’d gotten a notification for.

You’d been expecting maybe a little box from your friend overseas, or maybe a little something from Jin’s parents. You were NOT expecting there to be a huge cube shaped box that was going to require you and your property manager working together to lug it up the stairs.

When he asked you, jokingly, what it was, you just replied, “I don’t know actually, Seokjin must have ordered it.” And it was the truth; you had no idea what the item in the box was, but you had a suspicion that it was related to a certain beloved video game. Your body tensed at the thought, wondering what on earth your boyfriend could have ordered that was this massive. Once you’d dragged the thing into your apartment and cut open the box, you found out.

It was a giant question mark block, rendered in high density foam and a plush, high-quality fabric. The shipping manifest said that it was custom made specifically for Kim Seokjin by a reputed sex furniture maker, and that the cover could be taken off and washed hot, ensuring years of safe use.

This was beginning to verge on too much. As you were reading over the shipping slip again, you heard a rustling at the front door, then a key being slipped into the lock and turned. The door opened to reveal Seokjin, still in his suit from work, his briefcase slung over his shoulder. Folded over his arm were two garment bags; one of them so full of something that you were sure it was going to burst open at any moment.

Your boyfriend’s face lit up when he saw the golden cube sitting on the floor in your living room. “I thought it wasn’t going to get here in time!”

“When did you custom order a piece of sex furniture? Custom?? In a week???” Your voice was beginning to rise in pitch again. You had so many questions about this literal fucking cube.

He looked at the floor bashfully for a moment, before batting his eyelashes a little to make himself look endearing. “Three months ago,” he said quietly. “I got the shipping notification last Friday.”

Stunned into silence, you let yourself sink to the floor to sit amongst the torn cardboard and plastic from shipping the fuck-cube. Seokjin’s brow furrowed, and he laid the garment bags over the back of a chair and set his bag down before kneeling next to you.

“Is everything alright, babe?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a sigh, “I guess I just didn’t realize how serious you were about this … thing.”

“Fantasy,” he corrected.

“Whatever.” The word came out more harshly than you intended. Seokjin’s face fell immediately, and you swore under your breath. “That was saltier than it needed to be, I’m sorry.”

“What’s the problem, Y/N?” he asked gently.

“It’s this whole Mario thing,” you said, “It’s one thing to hold on to a fantasy as a secret. People do that all the time. It’s another thing to keep it a secret but buy things for it behind my back. That’s not how our relationship works.”

“I buy things without asking you all the time!” Seokjin sat back on his heels, crossing his arms. His full lips were pressed into a line in frustration. “And so do you! Remember when you bought that huge monstera a few weeks ago?”

“Jin, that’s a plant! And I told you as soon as I came home! How could I possibly even try to hide Joonie from you?”

“But you still bought it without telling me, and it plus the pot cost one hundred and fifty bucks!”

“It’s a plant, Jin. Not sex equipment. How were you going to hide this damn fuck-cube from me?”

“Well, that’s the thing, I wasn’t actually hiding it! You just beat me home to it! And last I checked, you agreed to wear the costume and do the fantasy with me.”

“What were you going to do with this if I said no?”

“That’s the thing, Y/N! You said yes!”

“Yeah well, I’m about to say no! This is fucking weird Jin! It’s! Fucking! Weird!” you spat. “Why would you hide buying shit from me? What else are you hiding?”

Seokjin’s face fell, his frown riddled with hurt. “Why would you say yes if you didn’t want to do it?”

“Why did you hide this from me?” You repeated, the words wavering as they left your lips.

He shifted so that he could sit on the floor with his legs crossed. His let his hands idly fiddle with his pant hem, and you noticed that he was avoiding eye contact with you. “Sometimes there are just things that I buy that I can’t really tell you about,” he said quietly, “You always find out about them eventually, I promise.”

You felt the strong facade you’d thrown up starting to crumble. “I can’t fucking believe you. I tell you about everything, and you can’t even give me a heads up about buying a fucking foam cube for this fucking fantasy.” You stood, smoothing your pencil skirt, tears beginning to run down your cheeks. “That’s fine, I guess,” your voice shook as you tried to remain composed, “If that’s the standard we’re holding ourselves to, here’s how the evening is going to go: I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. I don’t really care what you do because oh, right, I guess you’re not obligated to tell me.”

You left Seokjin sitting in a pile of shipping detritus, not bothering to look back at him as you turned in for the night.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt like you’d been hit by a freight train. You’d slept terribly, being so used to sleeping next to Seokjin that sleeping without him was a challenge. You’d been haunted by dreams of his sad brown eyes, his expression the same in your sleep as the one you’d seen him wear during your fight the day before. It was agonizing, and the hurt on his face still lingered in your mind as you got up for the day.

It was early, but not so early that your boyfriend wouldn’t be up already, or so you thought. When you left the spare bedroom, you saw that he wasn’t up, and that the main bedroom door was still closed.

He’d cleaned up the apartment while you were asleep. The cardboard from the package was gone, and the groceries you’d left on the table when you’d gotten home last night were put away. It even looked like he’d vacuumed the carpets and wiped down the kitchen counters. The garment bags, you noticed, were still hung over the chair, and the cube was tucked into a corner behind the couch, but otherwise the apartment looked like it did any other Saturday morning.

You sighed inwardly. It was like this any time you had a fight. One of you would inevitably storm off for a few hours, and the other would stress clean while the two of you weren’t talking. You’d probably stressed him out even more by not coming back for the night to talk things through.

Seokjin was not a dishonest man, so even if your trust in him had been rattled a little by what had happened yesterday, you didn’t actually think he was hiding things from you. He liked giving you gifts, and he rarely even hinted at them before letting you suddenly find them tucked into your work bag or your coat pocket. It had just never been something as big as a custom-made piece of sex furniture before.

As you thought about it, you found yourself forgiving him. You knew he wouldn’t ever lie to you, and you knew that if he was withholding information, like purchases, it was so that the surprise could be kept until it was time to give it to you. You had done the same thing from time to time, albeit less successfully. You were always been terrible at keeping secrets, even your own.

You reached over and unzipped one of the garment bags. Inside, there was a pair of dark denim overalls and a deep red turtleneck sweater. You chuckled to yourself; the turtleneck was designer. Typical Jin. He’d bought something that he could wear casually after it was used in a kinky escapade. He hated spending money on things that could only be used once. You zipped the bag back up and set it aside so that you could wrangle the other bag on top of the table to unzip. The skirts for the dress he’d gotten you must have been significant in volume, because the zipper was still straining, even when the bag wasn’t fighting against gravity to stay closed.

The dress practically popped out of the bag as you unzipped it, the frilly pink skirt bursting out as you lowered the zip. While his costume had seemed practical to the point of being subdued, the gown he’d gotten you was maximalist and it was very evidently a Peach dress.

You’d been expecting some shitty polyester thing that people wear for Halloween once and then let live on in perpetuity in a landfill. But this … this was extra as hell. You were almost surprised that it didn’t have a hoop skirt. All of the volume was created by several layers of tulle, which was then covered by a pink satin overskirt. While it probably wasn’t as full as what some cosplayers might style it to be, you were impressed that it had fit in the garment bag at all. The bodice was made with the same pink satin, as were the large, puffy cap-sleeves. It even had the darker pink hip accents and a teal plastic jewel on the chest. The overall effect was simple, but it was clear what the dress was and it was emphatically clear that Seokjin had dropped a hefty chunk of cash on it.

That asshole had probably gotten the dress custom too. Your heart sank a little, thinking about how much effort he’d put into doing this; he’d wanted to get it right and make it special for the both of you. He’d been planning it for months, and instead of being willing to try and make his fantasy a reality, you’d made fun of him and got insecure about your relationship. Some girlfriend you were.

No, you told yourself, this wasn’t the end of the world. You could make this right. You could apologize, and you were going to do it the right way.

You were going to put the fucking Peach dress on and you were going to fuck Seokjin until he saw power stars.

Seokjin’s night had been rough to say the least. Nothing had gone right and anything he’d had planned for the weekend (a lot, thanks for asking), went up in flames within ten minutes of getting home. He thought that he’d eased you into his fantasy pretty well throughout the week! He thought he’d done a good job, and that you’d be excited for the surprises you had in store. But that had all gone to shit with the question mark block. Maybe it was too much, maybe that explained why your face had had that look of irritation about it that you always had when something was going unexpected directions.

Then you’d accused him of hiding things from you, and he absolutely hated that he’d made you feel that way.

After you’d stormed off, Jin had cleaned up the apartment, like he often did when the two of you had an argument. It was stress reducing, as it often was. But by the time he’d sat down on the couch with a cup of herbal tea, he was beginning to get anxious. You hadn’t come out from the spare room, which meant you were still angry, and that the two of you couldn’t resolve things yet.

He gave it another hour, before going to bed with a heavy heart, not that sleep came immediately anyway. He’d tossed and turned for a few hours before taking your pillow and clutching it to his chest, inhaling your scent. He’d fucked up. All he wanted was to cuddle it out and say he was sorry, but that would have to wait until morning.

He was not expecting to wake up with you laying on top of the covers, your head propped up by a gloved hand, a rich pink dress flowing down your figure. You were even wearing the shoes he’d gotten you earlier in the week.

It took him a few blinks to realize that it was really you; that you really were laying in the bed you’d bought together, wearing the Peach dress he’d commissioned from the kind lady who tailored his suits with the opera gloves and the red shoes and even the stupid little clip-on earrings he’d gotten.

His cock throbbed under the covers, but he said nothing as he rubbed the sleep his eyes just to make sure he wasn’t having one of his weird wet dreams again. Pink satin suited you better than he could have ever imagined.

“Good morning, Mario,” you said breathily, making your voice seem higher and more delicate than it actually was. Were you really doing this for him? Right now? The night after a big fight? Fuck, what did he ever do to deserve you?

“Morning, princess.” His voice was low with sleep and rumbled in his chest, decidedly un-Mario like.

“You were just so tired after rescuing me from Bowser’s Castle that I decided to let you sleep,” you continued, “But really, Mario, I can’t wait to thank you for saving me any longer.” Your gloved hand was tracking little circles on his forearm, raising goosebumps from his flesh with ease.

“Fuck,” Seokjin said under his breath, his entire body on fire with the need to sink his length within you.

“That’s what I was thinking, Mario, I’m so glad we agree.”

“Why are you so good at that voice?”

“What voice? This is just how I speak, Mario.”

He rolled his eyes, “Okay, you can drop character from time to time, don’t be weird.”

“Jin, I’m just trying to make this special. I fucked up last night, I’m sorry.” you sighed, chest heavy with the weight of your words. “I felt insecure and I took it out on you instead of talking to you about it.”

His hand cupped your face. “It’s okay, princess. I should have communicated better too. Me withholding a surprise shouldn’t make you feel like that.”

There was a beat of silence as you looked at each other, knowing full well that you’d be okay, even after the fight you’d had last night. The two of you always made it through.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Very soon after you’d apologized to your boyfriend and he’d returned it with his own apology, you were pulling him from the covers to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Wow, Peach, I never expected you to be so eager for this. After all, you’re always at that guy’s house.” He pulled off his shirt as he threw his legs over the edge of the mattress.

You rolled your eyes. It was just like him to start making dumb jokes right as you were about to give him a blow job, but you decided to play along.

“I told you, Mario,” you said sweetly, “Bowser’s just a friend.” You started to untie his pajama pants and pull them down. He lifted his hips briefly to speed up the process, his thick erection bobbing up against his abdomen once it was free.

“Fine princess, I believe you,” He winked down at you as you settled on your knees between his legs and started to kiss your way up his thighs.

“Hey, babe,” he said through gritted teeth as you gave the head of his cock a little peck, “Do you think you can make the warp pipe noise as you do down on me?”

You broke immediately. “Ugh, god, Jin! Do you want head or not?”

“It’s my fantasy, Peach!!” His full lips sank into an exaggerated pout as he looked down at you, mirth in his eyes.

“Jin, I—“

He wiggled his hips in your face, his length swaying in front of you. “Peeeeeach, my toadstool needs you.”

“Did you just …?”

“Yes,” Jin smirked at you, “You have a problem with that?”

“Not if you let me moan like Toad when we actually fuck in a bit.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before relenting, letting you take his throbbing erection in his mouth.

“Ah, shit,” Jin sighed, one of his hands coming up to hold your hair back as you let your mouth sink further down, feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue

“Not going to use your hands, princess?” You still had the white opera gloves on, and wanted to challenge yourself to do this hands free. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as he reached back with his other hand to comb more hair away from your face. You gave the best nod you could with his cock in your mouth. Jin let a low laugh escape him.

“Gonna let me just fuck your mouth as thanks for saving you, hm?” Your core clenched at his words. Fuck, maybe this fantasy was working better for you than you expected.

You felt his grip on your hair tighten as he prepared to push himself further into your mouth. “Tap on my legs three times if you need me to pull out, princess. Show me you can do it now.” You did as he asked, placing a gloved hand on his thigh and tapping it with your finger three times.

“That’s my girl,” he said, before slowly lowering your head further onto his cock. Your body was beginning to feel hot, your cunt clenching on nothing, and growing wetter and wetter by the second.

The stretch was incredible as your jaw opened to accommodate him, his head hitting the back of your throat. He always started like this, taking things slow to make sure that you could handle it before he fucked your face.

“Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good. Bet you fucking love this,” he said as he gave a little thrust to test the waters. You responded by swallowing when his cock hit the back of your throat again. The sudden tightness made him buck even further into your mouth, so that your nose was now touching the fine, curled hairs at the base of his length.

He held you there for a moment, his abdominal muscles pulled taut, his head thrown back so that all you could see was the thick column of his neck and his chin, his broad shoulders stretching to the edge of your vision. As you looked up, you felt tears begin to spill down your cheeks. You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose when he looked down at you. His eyes were blown black with lust, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat; the deep eye contact sent a fresh wave of heat to your core.

“Fuck.” Jin started moving in earnest now, his little thrusts ensuring that wouldn’t leave your throat. His voice was almost a growl. “Take it princess, just fucking take it. I bet you get yourself kidnapped by that fucking loser just so you can be used as my cock sleeve when I save you.”

You let a little moan out at his words while he fucked your face. He groaned with the vibrations, stilling for a moment before beginning to move again. God it felt incredible to be used like this, to let him use you for this fantasy of his. He’d never talked this much during sex before, and you didn’t think you could go back to vanilla moans after this.

Suddenly, he pulled you off of his length, taking care to be gentle with his hands still in your hair.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered as he stood up. “Hands and knees, princess, facing away from me.”

You stumbled up onto the bed, the skirts around your legs making it difficult to find a position on the mattress that didn’t pull at the bodice of the dress. But you managed to settle in, and waited for Jin to decide what he wanted to do next.

Abruptly, you felt him start rustling through the tulle, lifting up the fabric and letting it fall over your back, leaving your ass and core exposed. He pulled on your hips, moving you so that your feet hung off the bed but your knees stayed stable on the mattress. You let your shoes fall off and hit the carpeted floor with two dull thuds.

“No panties, princess?” Jin chuckled, a hand falling on your ass to deliver a little smack. “You really knew exactly what I would ask for as a reward for saving you.”

You felt him drag a few fingers across your slit, flicking against your swollen nub as he did so. You let out a moan as the pleasure flitted through you.

“Mmmm, that sensitive already? You really liked sucking my cock that much?”

“Yes, Mario, I loved it,” you moaned as he placed two of his crooked fingers on each side of your clit and started rubbing, just the way you liked. He groaned when you referred to him by the plumber’s name. The sound made you clench around nothing.

“I knew you’d fucking love this,” he said with a little laugh. You turned your head a little to smile at him, but saw that he’d already sunk to his knees, obscured by your voluminous skirts.

He started with a long, wet swipe that went from your clit to the anterior of your folds. Your whole body shuddered, and you let your torso fall to the bed so that you could arch your back and really present your pussy to him. You felt yourself gush fresh wetness onto him as he spread your slit and flattened his tongue out to lick you again.

“Fuck, princess,” Jin said in between long, rough licks, “You taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy out all day.” You started moving your hips to try to get more friction against his face as he stuck his tongue straight in your hot, wet heat. God, he was so good at this, but you needed more. You needed him inside you. Fucking yourself onto his face wasn’t enough.

“Mario, please,” you whined.

“Please what, princess?” Jin stopped his oral ministrations and placed two fingers on your clit again, and started rubbing it in little circles. The sensations made your toes curl.

“Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need your cock.” You never thought you’d talk like this in bed, but through the haze of your lust, it just came naturally. You needed Jin fucking you right now. You needed it more than you needed air or sunlight.

“Well, since you asked so nicely …” You heard Jin stand behind you, giving your ass cheek a little peck as he rose.

Your breath caught as you felt the head of his length at your entrance. He sank in slowly, so slowly that it almost hurt as he stretched your tight walls with his thickness. Once he bottomed out, his hips meeting your ass, he swore.

“Oh my god, how are you this fucking tight?”

“Mariooooo …” You let out a keening whine, clenching around him. You felt him throbbing within you.

He groaned at the pressure on his cock. “Please, Y/N, stop. I’m trying not to blow it all right here and now.” Your boyfriend’s hands had found their way to your hips, somewhere beneath all the pink tulle and satin. He was gripping you so tightly that it felt like you might bruise.

Suddenly, he pulled out, and sank back into your heat, all in one quick movement. Your vision went white, and you let out a cry as the head of his cock hit spots you didn’t even know existed. You weren’t sure if he’d ever felt this big before.

“Holy shit,” Jin panted, a hand moving to the small of your back. “Are you okay?”

“Shut up and do it again, plumber.”

He laughed, and bucked his hips into you again. “Fuck, I love you.”

Each slap of his hips against your ass had you seeing fireworks. His thick length hit every single spot you wanted it to, and then some. But that’s not all he had in store. You felt him lean over you, his chest pressing through the skirts, and then suddenly, a familiar buzz at your clit as he pushed himself deep within your cunt and started grinding up into your pussy.

“Fuck,” you screamed, the stimulation verging on too much. He’d never used a vibrator on you himself. You’d always had a better angle for it and knew better than he did where you needed it most. But fuck if he didn’t know how to use that fucking mustache; it was going make to you come for the second time this week.

“Think you can come with me, princess?”

Your walls were already beginning to tighten around his cock, the squeeze had him groaning and swearing as he continued to grind into you, pressing the vibrator up into your clit. You let out a high, shrill moan; it was coming too soon for you to hold it off any longer.

“That’s it, princess, make a mess on me.”

Jin stopped moving his hips for a moment as your orgasm hit you like a rogue wave, making your entire body shudder as your hot walls clamped down on his length. You felt a burst of wetness start leaking down your thighs as you crested the wave, your legs weak and trembling, your cries of ecstasy letting everyone in the adjacent apartments know that Jin had just given you the orgasm of a lifetime. He dropped the vibrator when your cries turned to whimpers, letting your body twitch with the aftershocks.

Only when you turned your head to look at him did he take off fucking into you at a fantastic pace. He only lasted a minute longer before his hips stuttered and he buried himself in your cunt one more time before spilling hot white streaks of cum all over your velvet heat. His moans as he emptied himself inside you were exquisite, making you clench around him at his most sensitive.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath as he stepped away from you and threw himself on the bed, truly spent.

“Same,” you groaned, pushing yourself forward onto the mattress so you could properly lay down.

“Is that the best sex we’ve ever had? I feel like that’s the best sex we’ve ever had.”

You smiled as you turned to him, ignoring the fact that his cum was beginning to leak out and onto the dress. After all, that’s what it was for. “Yeah, honestly, I think so too. I’m sorry I doubted your fantasy.” Your voice was quiet, a little hoarse from from having his dick shoved down your throat.

Jin leaned over and gave you a kiss with his plush lips. It was reassuring, making a fresh warmth spread through your body. There really was no one else like him; he was the best thing that had ever happened to you. He broke away, pushing his hair out of his eyes, and stretched towards his bedside table, his bare back to you. You hadn’t really realized that he’d been the naked one the whole time.

“Um, Y/N, there was something else I bought that I didn’t tell you about,” he said as he pulled open the drawer to the table and took something out of it. You couldn’t see what.

“Oh?” You were still a little lost in your post-orgasm haze, body still trembling as you came down from the high.

“Yeah,” he moved closer to you, his fist closed tightly. He stretched out by your side, resting his head in the palm of his free hand. “Yesterday, when I said that sometimes I couldn’t tell you about the things I buy, I had more something in mind.” He was looking at you now, with those big brown eyes of his, a few errant strands of hair falling into his face as he looked down at you in your Peach dress.

“Seokjin,” you said, your heart was beginning to pound in your ears. “What’s in your hand?”

He held out his closed fist and opened it slowly. In his palm was a little ring, white gold with a tastefully sized stone set in little tiny prongs. He’d picked your favorite color, and it shined in the morning light that streamed through the curtains.

“Y/N, you make me happy,” he said simply. “We’ve talked about getting married before, and I saw the ring a month ago while I was visiting that jeweler client and it just felt right to get it, even if it didn’t feel like quite the right time to give it to you yet.”

You felt your eyes beginning to fill with tears, your vision swimming as you tried to keep them from falling.

“You dumb idiot, this is what you were hiding from me??”

Your boyfriend smiled shyly at you. “Yes.”

“When were you going to ask me?” You were sitting up now, the trembling from your orgasm turning into vibrations of excitement. You started to pull the long opera glove from your left hand.

“Tonight, actually, after making you dinner.”

“And you kept this a secret for a whole fucking month??”

“I kept the question mark block a secret for three,” he shrugged, moving to hold the ring carefully between his thumb and forefinger. “So, what do you say, Y/N? Will you be the Peach to my Mario?”

You leaned forward and planted a kiss on his velvet lips while holding out your left hand. He slipped it onto your ring finger. It was a perfect fit.

“Only if you promise to save me every time Bowser kidnaps me.”

Jin’s laughter pealed through the bedroom, squeaky and delightful, only subsiding when you grabbed his face to steal another kiss. You giggled as he pushed you back onto the bed so that he could slot between your legs, grinding his freshly hard length into your folds, his hands grasping your waist through your tight, pink bodice.

“Mmmmm looks like I’m ready to go again, princess,” he purred.

“Me too, Mario,” you replied with a wink. “We should go get that question block.”

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posted: 11.15.2022. updated: 5.17.2022.

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with hermitcraft season 7 slowly coming to an end, i figured it was time to consolidate all of the Informative Posts about hermitcraft that i and some of the other members of hermitblr have made over the last several months.

if you enjoy:

minecraft youtube content, but want to see more traditional vanilla minecraft gameplay like building and redstone

fun, lighthearted interactions between genuine friends including Elaborate pranks, collaborating on massive projects, light roleplay, proximity voice chat mod

weekly 20 - 40 minute long youtube videos and consistent upload schedules

chill grind stream weekends where CCs interact with chat and each other

an entire youtube channel dedicated to weekly 20-minute recap videos on what all the hermits have been up to so you don’t have to piece it together from the posts on your dash/timeline

insanely talented people who have been doing mcyt for nearly, if not more than, a decade and essentially built minecraft youtube from the ground up

give hermitcraft a try!  

you will find all of the information you will Ever Need below the cut.  it’s Very Long so view it on desktop.

and if you ever have any more questions, just shoot me an ask :)

what is hermitcraft?

the Basics: what, who, where, how

more details on the Basics

bonus: the historical impact many hermitcraft members have had on mcyt

where do i even start watching?

start with grian.

good mix of Incredible builds and fun server shenanigans.  instigator of many server-wide events.  interacts with many other hermits.  generally entertaining to watch.  but zero redstone knowledge.

check out hermitcraft recap.

great way to be introduced to other hermits and learn what everyone’s up to.  if you find what a hermit’s been working on interesting, go watch their video and maybe give them a like and subscribe.

official hermitcraft website with links to every member’s channel

more information on every hermit’s attributes and general vibes

do hermits every stream?

short answer: yes, most do!  but these streams are mostly chill grinding or buildling streams.  and you don’t have to watch the streams to be caught up on content.  check the official hermitcraft website for each member’s twitch links.

long answer that covers most of the hermits

what do they do on hermitcraft?

let’s start with some examples of their incredible builds.

hermit cribs: some of the megabases in s7

goodtimeswithscar’s s7 magical village with shaders

stressmonster’s bakery and ren’s star wars world

Capitalism

they have a shopping district where hermits can set up shops and sell items and resources that other hermits can buy with diamonds.  here’s season 7 shopping district set on a mooshroom island:

some of the most advanced redstone you’ve ever seen

if you’re more into the technical side of minecraft, you can be rest assured that hermitcraft has some of the Biggest Brains in redstone.

tangotek: a fucking madlad.  Singled-handedly created the minigame Decked Out.  im Begging you to watch his tutorial video on how to play.  currently finishing up his Among Us but in minecraft minigame. all of this was built Entirely in survival vanilla minecraft.  get this man to 1M subscribers.

mumbo jumbo: the man himself.  built a 128 x 128 block industrial district in both season 6 and 7 packed to the Brim with mechanical farms.  half the brain behind the masterpiece of engineering that was Sahara in season 6.  currently working on Pacific, the sequel to Sahara, in season 7.

iskall85: the other half of the brain behind Sahara and working on Pacific with mumbo in season 7.  also has an industrial district like mumbo’s in season 7.

xisuma: built an automatic potion brewer in the second half of season 7.  this thing churns out potions by the Shulker Box.  can also turn a shulker box full of potions into splash potions and extend duration all with a press of a button.

impulseSV: incredible example of form + function.  farms are scattered throughout his base.  he has a farm for nearly every farmable resource in vanilla minecraft.

etho: the pioneer of some of the most widely used redstone mechanisms to date.  content isn’t super redstone-focused.  mostly does compact modules that serve a specific function.

zedaph: makes strange contraptions.  he’s basically if grian knew how to redstone.  impeccable vibes and fairly underrated.

bdoubleo100: he occassionally does this segment called “redstone with bdubs” and it’s the only redstone i understand so that’s why he’s here.

what about roleplay?  and lore?  

yeah they have Plenty of that too.  

it generally comes in the form of self-contained storylines that involve most members on the server and take place over the course of several weeks in multiple videos.  it’s fairly light roleplay, if that’s not your thing.  but the plotlines also have a Massive Potential to be angsty and whatnot if you really look into it, which a lot of people also do.

here’s a more in-depth look into the Major Plotlines over the last 2 seasons (season 6 and 7).  huge spoiler warning though.

um also there’s this post that highlights how truly cursed hermitcraft can be if you dig deep enough hahaha.

so do the hermits only make hermitcraft content?

nope!!  many of them are involved in other mcyt content as well and are friends with other prominent members of the mcyt community!!  

MCC

mcc9 blue bats video essay: the time the hermit team won the whole damn competition.  a wonderfully made video worth Every second of your time.  especially if you don’t typically watch the hermit teams.

falsesymmetry: mcc10 ace and mcc’s First Back-to-Back Winner

lord grian dreamslayer: that time grian Popped Off, killing dream, tubbo, and fundy in mcc9 survival games

Vault Hunters

a modded minecraft server coded entirely by iskall85′s team.  all the content is streamed live on twitch.  

current members are: Iskall85, AntonioAsh, Stressmonster101, HBomb94, CaptainSparklez, Fundy, CaptainPuffy, 5UP and Tubbo

more info on the series 

3rd Life SMP

hardcore minecraft server with a twist that started on 4/20/21.  all content is posted to each member’s respective youtube channels.

every member has 3 lives, as indicated by the color of their name: green for 3 lives left, yellow for 2, red for 1.  if they lose all three lives, they can only spectate the world (like in hardcore mode).  the series ends when all members have lost all three lives.

the twist: once a member is on their 3rd and final life, as indicated by a red name, they are Hostile and their goal is to take the lives of the remaining players.

the members (hermits are italicized): BdoubleO100, bigbst4tz2, Etho, GoodTimesWithScar, Grian, impulseSV, InTheLittleWood, Renthedog, Skizzleman, Smajor1995, Smallishbeans, SolidarityGaming, Tango, ZombieCleo

the tumblr tag for 3rd Life is “#3rdLife”, “#3rdLifeSMP” and “#3LSMP” if you wanna see more content, as it’s Not supposed to be cross-tagged with “#hermitcraft”.

do you have any free serotonin to spare?

here’s a bunch of posts that’ll make you smile

scar’s friendship with a bunch of the hermits

grian, false, cleo, bdubs, iskall: why they deserve so much respect

same post as above but with an addition about ren

small hermit things that give you serotonin

why you should watch tfc

if you’ve made it this far you are Contractually Obligated* to watch one (1) hermitcraft episode and reblog this post.

*for legal reason, this is a joke.  you’re not contractually obligated but consider this: Please. i spent way too much time on this.

shoutout to everyone who’s posts i’ve linked and anyone who has helped answer a question about hermitcraft.  this all started because i was frustrated that people were writing the hermits off as cannon fodder in mcc and im genuinely so glad that many of you have given hermitcraft a shot.