#its just a hard thing to come back from hahaha

[skitskatdacat63]

hi!

so i’m really new to f1 and idk who is flavio :( can you pls pls pls explain me?

Yes of course!!

Simply put, Flavio is probably the epitome of shadyness and criminality in F1. He was involved in two of F1's biggest scandals in the past 20 years: spygate and crashgate, the latter moreso. This doesn't have to do with F1, but I must mention that he was literally a fugitive at one point, bcs he committed fraud in his home country of Italy. But while he was "on the run", he also did really well at setting up Benetton franchises in the US, and was promoted to the team principal of Benetton(also known as Renault and now, Alpine.)

Soon after he became TP of Benetton, he was able to swoop in and sign the newly debuted Michael Schumacher, who then won 2x WDCs for the team. However, Michael was just his test-run golden boy twink, but omg their pics are still crazy:

His true golden boy is none other than Fernando Alonso. He had met Fernando in 1999, when Fernando was still a teenager. He then signd Fernando on as Renault's test driver in 2002, and then as a full driver in 2003. They proceeded to win 2x WDCs and WCCs together!

At the 2008 Singapore Grand Prix, Fernando's teammate, Nelson Piquet Jr. crashed into a wall, causing a safety car, leaving Fernando in ideal conditions to win the race(from p15!) Piquet Jr. later alleged, in 2009 almost a full year after the fact, that the Renault team had told him to crash, in order to give Fernando an advantage. Flavio originially denied this and accused Piquet Jr. of trying to blackmail the team into keeping him on. This sparked an investigation by the FIA into Renault, which ended in Renault being charged with conspiracy. They did not fight the charge, and Flavio subsequently left the team. He was then banned indefinitely from all F1 events(as well as any other FIA-sanctioned series' events.) However, he disputed this ban and sued the FIA not much later, and the ban was overturned by a French court. He agreed to not return to the sport until at least 2011, but had said he would not return to F1. In 2022, he returned as an ambassador of the sport.

In the original charges brought against him, the FIA had declared that any driver he managed would have their super licenses revoked(however this too was overturned,) but I think it's important to note how many well known drivers he managed. He managed drivers such as Mark Webber, Jarno Trulli, Nelson Piquet Jr and Heikki Kovalainen. And he still manages Fernando to this very day.

But as of today, he has been hired as an executive advisor to Alpine. You know, Alpine, the team that dismissed him over crashgate 14 years ago? So we'll have to see how that goes. Honestly I feel like it could either go great or cause Alpine to become a bigger trashfire than ever, but who knows! He's both renowned for managing a team that won 4x wdc and 3x wcc over the course of his tenure, but also renowed for being like the biggest super villian fraud in recent F1. I, however, welcome this new role, I think it will be fun, I respect his game <3

[jyoongim]

Heyyy, it’s me again, the singer anon. Can I request an Alastor x Reader where she is sent by as a spy by Vox after our fav slithery boy failed? She’s really bubbly and friendly, but she eventually grows to care for everyone in the hotel but Vox owns her soul. She torn in between getting herself killed by him and not betraying anyone anymore, or continuing the job. She goes and confesses to Alastor, breaking down and thinking he’ll kill her, which she thinks would be best so she doesn’t have to betray anyone anymore. Just breaking down in tears telling him she doesn’t want to hurt anyone but Vox has her under a contract, begging him to kill her so she doesn’t have to. Just for Alastor to call her a good girl and ughhhh some possessive smut if you don’t mind? Sorry brain rots in my head and I’m in love with him, lol. Thank you! <3 also the three requests story set off the trigger in my head, loved it! Thanks again! <3!

This been in my inbox for weeks and i finally got a plot for it!

⚠️warning: 18+! Smut smut smut! Plot if you look hard enough!

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No one suspected a thing.

You were sent to the Hazbin Hotel after Sir Pentious miserable attempt.

Your orders were simple: ”Keep an eye out on that old fossil. I want to know why that fucker is sucking up the Lucifer’s daughter”

And you did just that…you were executing your mission flawlessly.

Until you began to care about those who stayed at the hotel.

Until you began to grow closer to the Radio Demon.

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You had been staying at the hotel for a few months now and its been great!

Charlie was always finding new ways to help the residents build bonds and encouraging everyone to do their best.

At first, you were arrogant, playing along until you actually saw the the demons there were actually changing even if they didn’t admit it

But now, you thought of the princess as a friend, along with everyone else.

Especially Alastor.

Now that you’ve been around him, you’re not sure why Vox hate the demon so much.

Alastor was funny, kind (in his own twisted way), and truly looked after the hotel.

A soft smile curled on your lips as you thought about the demon, but the ringing of your phone interrupted such thoughts.

Vox.

You took a deep breath and answered “H-Hello?”

”Tonight’s your chance to take out that prick and after that come home” he demanded.

You blinked “what? B-but Vox…” you bit your lips “But it’s actually nice here. The hotel isn’t a scam…a-and everyone is a lot nicer than we thought ” Vox laughed “Oh baby please! Nice? You actually believe in that redemption crap? You think that they’ll let you stay if they knew why you truly were there? Hahaha! Oh my dumb little girl, how naive you are. ” 

You pouted, a frown on your face “I want to stay”

Vox growled through the phone “ah ah baby you don’t make demands remember?” 

Electrical shocks ran through your body from the collar you wore.

You gasped in pain “I OWN you. Did you forget that? You do whatever I say when I say it. Now I expect you home before morning or I will kill you.”

The phone call ended and you were in tears.

You didn’t want to go back. 

You liked being at the hotel and able to be yourself. 

You liked the friends you had made here.

You would do anything for them, even if you had to die to make your wrongs right.

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“Come in” the voice answered after you knocked on the door. You were sweating as you stood outside of Alastor’s door.

You had decided that if you were going to tell anyone why you were at the hotel, it would be Alastor.

You opened the door and walked into his radio studio.

”Hey Al” you said weakly as the demon spun around and smiled at you “Hello darlin! What do I owe the pleasure?”

You fiddled with your hands.

”I want to tell you why I came to the hotel”

Alastor quirked a eyebrow, smile widening as he gestured for you to take a seat on the couch.

”Do entertain me of your tale my dear”

You were in tears by the time you finished telling Alastor everything.

Of Vox and his plan.

The deal between you and Vox.

The reason you came to the hotel.

Everything.

”I-I’m sorry! So so sorry! I-I just didn’t know what to do!

Kill me! I deserve it! J-Just let me say my goodbyes first. I would rather you kill me than Vox! Please!” You cried, hands covering your face as you sobbed.

Alastor had been quiet for the entirety of your confession. He had half a mind to kill you when you told him of your deal with Vox.

The pesky television didn’t know when to mind his business.

His eyes focused on the collar around your neck.

 You were Vox’s and by contract, he wasn’t allowed to kill you.

And he wasn’t. No he had grown accustom to the pretty demon who seemed to light the hotel’s halls.

However���he could override Vox’s ownership of your soul.

You flinched when you felt a large hand pat the top of your head. You looked up through teary eyes ay Alastor, who just sported a soft smile.

”Now now my dear don’t you worry. I appreciate that you came to and confided in me. What a good girl you are.” His smile stretched as you sniffled, looking at him with glossy eyes.

”Y-Youre not g-gonna k-kill me?” You asked looking down.

He chuckled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, claws finding their way under your chin to make you look at him

He rolled his eyes ”Oooh my dear of course not…” His fingers trailed down your neck, toying with your collar. “But I am in a bit of predicament”

You wiped at your eyes “how so?”

“Under normal circumstances, I would rip you to shreds and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear” his pupils turned to dials and his smiled turned wicked. You felt your heart stop a little.

He calmed down slightly “however I have another idea to break your deal with Vox” 

He smiled at you as you tilted your head in confusion.

”I know just the thing hehehe”

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You whimpered as you tried to hold yourself up against the force of Alastor’s thrusts. “A-Al!” You whined as the demon tugged your hair to pull your body into his. A deep growl vibrated through you as Alastor sunk into your weeping heat, his cock hitting that soft spot inside you.

“Fuuuucckk!” You hissed, eyes rolling into your skull as your body buzzed with pleasure.

Alastor pulled your body til your back was flushed against his chest, his sharp teeth nipped at your skin before latching on and marking you. You winced as his tongue lapped at the blood, he purred as trailed his tongue up your neck.

”To think Vox had such a sweet cunt all to himself. Ooh darlin you’re wasted on him. But you’ll be a good girl for me wont you? You seem to love having a real cock fucking you” he chortled, giving you a harsh thrust. His hips grinded up into your ass, coaxing your cunt to take every inch over and over.

Your gummy walls tightened around him as you whined at his words. You could barely focus on what he was saying, not giving two shits either as he bullied your insides.

”I-I can be a good girl please please oh fuck! Aah! Aah!” You whined. Alastor’s large hands trailed up your body; kneading, pawing, and squeezing at your supple flesh. Pausing at your bouncing tits to tweak your hardened nipples, sending currents to your abandoned clit.

“I know you will baby” 

He nudges his head into yours, to gain your attention and capture your lips with his, swallowing your moans as one of his hands moves down to toy with your puffy clit.

Your body jerked as he rubbed tight circles on the bud; your cunt fluttering as slick dripped down your thighs.

”Ill make a deal with you darlin” he whispered against your lips, lidded eyes staring into yours, as you mewled, wanting his tongue back down your throat. 

“I keep this little mishap under wraps and in return you belong to me. Youre free to do whatever your heart but im no pushover m,a cherie.”

His thrusts sped up as he pinched your clit.

You keened, pushing your hips back into his, trying to follow the motion of his fingers, seeking to reach your orgasm.

”Do we have a deal?” He purred never breaking his pace.

Your collar let out blue sparks, Vox’s way of ‘reinforcing’ his control over you. You whimpered as the shocks edged you, but Alastor let out a deep growl as he wrapped his claws around the collar.

”Do we have a deal?” A snap of his hips pulled a moan from your throat.

”oh! Yes! Yes! F-fuuuc-cckk”

Static ran through your body causing you to jerk as your orgasm washed over you, your collar fizzled out as Alastor’s cock pounded your cunt, riding your orgasm out.

The wet SQUELCH! Of your cunt echoed as high pitched whines left your throat. 

“That’s a good girl. Cummin all over my cock. Feels better than that robot huh? Yeeesss fuck! Take my cum darlin take it”

Your eyes crossed as your mouth opened in a scream. Alastor crashed his lips on yours, tongue pushing through your lips and pulling you into a heated kiss as he pumped you full of his cum.

Alastor let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, cock coated in creamy essence and smiling as he watched your cunt clench around nothing and dripping cum.

In your dazed state, you faintly heard a snap and a cool sensation coated your neck.

Instead of the sapphire jeweled collar, a gold chained ruby hung from your neck.

Alastor hummed as he rubbed your tired body, smiling wickedly as he slotted back into your soppy heat. You moaned softly as he rolled his hips against you.

”now lets send that mediocre podcast a proper video”

[valeisaslut]

can we get some more background on collide’s ellie before the story started? lowkey curious about her groupie days hahaha

THANK YOU GORG NONNIE I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE THIS. TURN IT UPPPP

Rockstar!ellie williams’ life before you came crashing into it was already wild in its own right. the fireflies started as this messy little project in high school, just three angsty teenagers skipping class to rehearse in jesse’s garage and dream too big. but from the very beginning, ellie had that thing. that frontwoman energy. raw, magnetic, loud when she wanted to be and quiet in the moments that mattered.

of course, being joel miller’s daughter didn’t hurt either. the joel miller—rock legend, guitarist god, literal music royalty. she grew up with guitars in every corner of the house, got her first custom pedal at twelve, and was getting dropped off at school in a vintage mustang with the windows down and her dad blasting nirvana like he wasn’t a whole icon. people were paying attention before she even opened her mouth.

their debut album dropped when she was barely nineteen and it exploded. like, charts on fire, critics losing their minds, fans already tattooing lyrics on their ribs kind of explosion. it was rough and loud and painfully honest, and people ate it up. suddenly the fireflies were everywhere—magazine covers, award shows, late night interviews where ellie would always roll her eyes and let dina do the talking.

and ellie? ellie was living like a rockstar. full-speed. full-chaos. she had girls lined up at every venue, backstage passes tucked into her back pocket like candy. groupies every night, different cities, different names she couldn’t remember in the morning. she wasn’t cruel about it, just detached. like she knew how to give people a night they’d remember forever, while she forgot it the second it was over.

there were stories, obviously. ellie williams didn’t just flirt with the whole sex-drugs-rock-and-roll lifestyle—she practically rebranded it.

like the time in chicago, where she went MIA a few hours before the show and no one could find her. security was panicking, dina was pacing, and jesse was one call away from having a heart attack—until ellie strolled into the venue ten minutes before set time, lipstick smudged all over her jaw, reeking of tequila and weed, with three girls trailing behind her like she was the messiah of sex. she still performed like nothing happened, of course. even signed a bra on stage mid-song.

or berlin, when she stopped the show halfway through, locked eyes with a girl in the front row who looked like she’d been crying, and straight-up jumped off stage. mic still in hand, she kissed her so hard it made at least 20 headlines. she never got her name, but later admitted in an interview that it was one of the best kisses of her life.

and then there was that rooftop in LA—the infamous afterparty for some alt girlband’s tour finale. ellie was already drunk, half in her underwear, making out with the rival band’s lead singer against a glass wall while their drummer tried to politely look away. jesse swears he walked in on her mid-threesome in the guest bedroom later that night, but ellie still denies it to this day. kinda.

there was one show—vegas, obviously—where ellie walked off stage with nearly twenty bras and at least ten pairs of panties stuffed into her mic stand, draped over her guitar, even hanging off her boot somehow. halfway through the set, it basically turned into a lingerie rainstorm. she played through it like a pro, flashing that smug little grin every time another piece hit the stage, only pausing once to pick up a red lace thong, twirl it around her finger, and go, “if you want it back, you’re gonna have to come get it yourself.” the crowd lost it.

dina joked that they could open a lingerie store with all the stuff ellie got that night. ellie just shrugged, grinning, and said, “what can i say? i’m a woman of the people.”

it was a mess, but it was her mess. untouchable, unstoppable, with this cocky grin and a body count that would make most people faint. music was her religion and girls were her favorite sin.

but all of that changed when you showed up. not right away—ellie was too stubborn for that. but eventually, the chaos started to feel a little quieter. the noise started to mean something. and for the first time, ellie started thinking less about the next city, and more about who she wanted waiting for her when the lights went down.

[cautious-soup]

Bully!(Only I make you like this) Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Part 1

CW// Noncon, degredation, physical abuse, implied choking, destruction of personal property :( Satoru isn't very nice, ooc Satoru Gojo in that he's an evil bastard

Summary: Satoru has lots of fun at your expense, and tries not to think about his feelings.

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Satoru never had a hard time talking to people. Most considered him easy to talk to, pleasant. He was a little baffled, honestly, to see just how differently other people were treated compared to him, but it made sense. He was amazing, after all.

It was because of this that he never had any trouble getting into your dorm building.

"Hey, my bad I forgot my key, can I go in after you?"

Like usual, the person nods and lets Satoru in without a second glance. He hums on the elevator up to the 4th floor, gets off, and strides to your room.

He knocks three times, and when you don't come to the door, he sighs and texts you.

Satoru: let me in

Y/N: Im not here, go away

Y/N: *there. Im not there, so leave

Satoru: lolololol

Satoru: hey this is actually a great opportunity for me to show u something

You squint down at your phone in confusion, then panic when you hear a key turning in the door. Sure enough, Satoru walks in like he owns the place.

"These hard keys are really outdated huh?" He says, "Such a security risk, waaaay to easy to make copies," he twirls said copy around his finger, and you sag in defeat.

"You hurt my feelings Y/N," Satoru sighs, "I mean, lying, really? You don't wanna see me that bad?"

"I wish you were dead, that's how much I don't wanna see you," you say. It doesn't matter how you provoke him, it'll be awful either way.

"Aaah, such a rude thing to say," he says, "Now I'm real hurt, Y/N, and the only way I can feel better is if I hurt you back,"

Your breathing quickens. Scooting back on your bed, you squeeze your eyes shut as Satoru closes in on you.

Then, your door opens again, and you nearly sob with relief.

"Oh!" Your roommate tilts her head at Satoru, "Woah, aren't you on our basketball team?"

You can see Satoru's jaw tick, and you scramble for a response.

Getting out of bed, you smile at your roommate, "Hey! Are you headed to the library? I was just about to go myself, wanna head out?"

Your roommate looks between you and Satoru, "Um, if I'm interrupting--"

"No! No no you're not interrupting anything, come on, if we hurry we'll be able to grab smoothies on our way there,"

As you both stand in the elevator, your roommate peers at you curiously.

"Was it ok just to leave him in there like that?"

You shudder, but play it off as a laugh, "Yeah he uh, the library's crowded so he wanted to use my room to study hahaha,"

"...so why'd you suggest going to the library then?"

You give an answer so half assed you don't even remember it. As you stiffly walk towards the exit, your phone buzzes.

Satoru: ur so funny

Satoru: dw ill getcha next time 👍🏻

Satoru: its gonna hurt btw lololol

Satoru pocketed his phone and hummed. He'd gone through the trouble of learning your roommate's schedule, but evidently that wasn't enough.

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He did, in fact, make it hurt.

It was as if all of the effort he'd ever put into anything was focused down into the singular purpose of wrecking you.

Your grip on your sheets slackened as Satoru caged you in from behind, draping himself over you.

"Tired already?" He asks, you feel the heat of his words against your cheek, "I've got plenty of time, Y/N,"

But not enough.

Lately, Satoru's been making up reasons to see you. It was getting close to midterms, and he told himself he'd be done by then.

Really, he just expected to get bored with you.

But you kept giving, kept feeding something inside of him he didn't even know needed to be fed. Every time you whimpered, cried, begged, pleaded, and bled for him, that odd chasm in his chest shrunk just a bit.

You shudder as Satoru noses the damp nape of your neck, and wait for it to be over.

Some time later, Satoru's phone buzzes.

Sho: party's lit

Sho: u still coming?

Satoru pants, running a hand through his hair and sitting up. You shift on your mattress, turning so you're on your back, and stare up at him.

Satoru tapped his fingers idly on the side of his phone. He looked down at it, then down further at you, at your puffy eyes, at your hair splaying over your pillow, at the bruise around your neck.

Satoru: nah. u guys have fun tho

Tossing his phone aside, Satoru resumes, grabbing your hips and sinking inside of you. You whimper, and he's thankful it's too dark for you to see his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Hngh, nnf, ugh,"

Satoru grins at your blubbering, leaning down to lick up the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Better hold on tight babe, I'm nowhere near done yet," he whispered.

Your bed frame rocked against the wall so hard that night, you knew it would be impossible to explain away the noise tomorrow.

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What would be the appropriate reaction to losing a laptop with years' worth of essays, creative writing pieces, poems and school projects, and watching it sink to the bottom of a duck pond?

You're not sure, you honestly can't react at all.

Satoru is laughing his ass off next to you, still holding your bag and letting the remaining contents fall to the ground. He reels his arm back and chucks your bag into the pond too.

"Heehehehe, oh man, I wish I could keep that look on your face in a bottle," Satoru panted, trying to catch his breath.

You make a lot of expressions that he likes. Sometimes, when he's bored in class or with running drills on the court, he'll cycle through them in his head.

Lips pursed and brows furrowed means you're thinking about how to solve a problem (and Satoru isn't a problem that can be solved.)

Eyes wide and lips slightly parted means you're scared. He always loves making this look melt into one of anguished pleasure, tears streaming down your cheeks, lip bitten raw, eyes squeezed shut.

But he realizes something in that moment, watching your bag soak up the dirty pond water and start to sink.

He looks over at you, at the expression on your face--or lack thereof.

He's never seen you smile before.

Sure, he stalked your friends' social media (you don't have social media) and saw the group photos you took with them, saw your smile, but you never smiled around him.

He looks over at the pond, then back at you.

Maybe you're ticklish.

He tries it the next time you're under him, your bra pushed up and your panties around your ankle. He grins when you're off guard and runs his hands over your sides.

You stare incredulously at him.

"Eeh?" He pouts down at you, "You're not ticklish at all?"

You scoff, "Sorry, being bullied and sexually assaulted regularly doesn't really put me in a laughing mood,"

Satoru sneers, "Kch, ok. I guess all that's left is for me to put you in an even worse mood then huh?"

Unsure of what sore spot you hit, your pussy endures another hour of being well and truly fucked.

And when you think he's done, Satoru heaves you up by your thighs and walks across your room to the full length mirror propped up by the door.

You gasp, impulsively covering your face with your hands, but Satoru drops you to your feet, grabbing your wrists with one hand and keeping them twisted behind your back.

"You're going to look," he murmurs lowly. You meet his blue eyes peering over your shoulder in the reflection, "You'll look, and you'll see what I do to you,"

You sob as Satoru grabs your chin and forces you to look at yourself, he realigns himself with your entrance and starts punching moans from your throat. You struggle against his grip, but he tightens his hold, and fucks you harder.

Eventually, you're begging. You're humiliating yourself and begging to cum, each thrust leaving you dumber than you were before.

"See, there's no need to act all high and mighty Y/N." Satoru purred, turning your chin to face him, "In the end, you're nothing but a dick hungry whore,"

You sag against Satoru as he slots his mouth against yours, letting his tongue past your lips. The ensuing orgasm lights up your entire nervous system; it almost hurts.

Satoru lets go of your wrists and lets you drop to your knees in front of the mirror. You lay on the floor panting, vaguely registering the sound of rustling clothes.

Satoru appears in front of the mirror again, tidying up his hair and tugging his shirt down, before turning and leaving your room.

"See ya around," he says without looking back.

You stare at the door in silence.

Part 3

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A/N: Hello! Sorry if any of this is formatted weird, I just decided to do everything on my phone this time lol. Hope you all enjoyed reading this :)

[findingyourrootscomic]

Finding Your Roots- Chapter 12, Page 85

It took seven years but we made it, hahaha... What a bittersweet milestone.  The first proper catch of my 2018 Omega Ruby earthlocke run, Shelly was... not, the kind of pokemon who impressed. I was p excited to catch nincada since Omega Ruby's early game was so sparse on earthens. Caught on Route 116, she joined Cedar's party just after she defeated Roxanne's gym and evolved. From there... while Shelly did eventually catch up to Cedar in levels, she never quite caught up to ANYONE in terms of, uh. Usefulness. I got her to participate in a couple of battles, such as the Wally fight in Mauville, but even when she had the type advantage, I usually just ended up having to switch her out and get someone stronger in like Cedar or Nauki fjkghjdsfghjdfkg. She did not actually fight Flannery, that was comic only.  When I hit the desert/mountain region and started catching new pokemon, I actually tried to box her more than once. I replaced her with Ember and Copper... and then Copper died. Shelly's back in. Threw Lockheed in to replace Shelly once again. Then Ember died. You see the pattern?? Every time I tried to box Shelly safely away, a spot on the party would open up, and I rathered she at least be there instead of just an empty slot. I felt it was safer. And ultimately... it was.  It happened in Jagged Pass, same as in the comic. But instead of Deoxys threatening me with a party wipe, it was a uhhhh belly-drumming hariyama HAHA. I'm p sure in the party, it was Cedar, Shelly, Nauki, Brawler, Lockheed, and Eclipse. Copper and Ember were both dead at this point, Tuffy had yet to be caught (a lot of stuff happens out of order in this latest arc). I threw out Cedar against the hariyama, aaaand... Same as Brendan lol. Oneshot. So obviously at this point I was FUCKING TERRIFIED cause if Cedar couldn't do it, I was unconvinced anyone else could.  So I. Did something kinda evil fjkghjdfg.  I threw in Shelly. And on the turn she died (OHKO obvs), I used a revive (the item) on Cedar. Cedar and Nauki got us out of that fight after that iirc... But another revive was used, and Shelly went off to the Grave box. We made it out of having a full team wipe, but only because of that sacrifice. Soooo, what about the comic? Well, it was a difficult thing. FYR is ultimately a practice in tone management, but the first catch dying partway through the run? That was a tough one to juggle. Because FYR started out with a highly positive tone, a lot of readers early on did not expect much from this comic emotions-wise. On top of that, some people in the nuzlocke community were giving me a hard time for wanting to tackle serious topics with a cutesy art style. So in the early days, thinking about Shelly's upcoming death usually made me panic haha;;; kjfghkjdfg. I didn't want people to get angry or accuse me of tricking them. Hence I spent. A LOT of time thinking about how this one was gonna play out haha. Shelly's death being a sacrifice was important to me. Without it, we probably would have not made it through this run, guys. I wanted her to save Cedar specifically, to represent how her sacrifice allowed Cedar to live and continue to carry her team through the run. On top of that, I wanted her death to really mean something. It was going to be a major turning point in the run: the comic from here on out is very different from everything that's come before. Even though hardly anyone expected Shelly to make it through, I wanted everyone to grieve her as much as I was inevitably going to. I wanted this moment to matter. So, I buckled down. Book 2 became the Shelly book, and I set out to write her a character arc that kicked into gear at its very beginning and concluded with its climax. This book was very intentionally designed for Shelly's arc. It starts with some major lows as I presented her flaws and what she's dealing with. I threw her challenge after challenge, knowing she would fail to rise to them. Anxious, depressed, and convinced of her weakness, Shelly was not always the sort of girl who would jump motherfucking Deoxys. For a while, some readers actually couldn't stand her, and a lot of folks thought I'd write her out in Chapter 8, signifying her failure to improve or live up to her team. Instead, through the power of Cedar's friendship and kindness, Shelly realized that if she didn't owe it to herself to try and become stronger, she at least owed it to Cedar. She went from holding a lot of resentment towards Cedar, to becoming her self-declared best friend. They grew closer, Shelly grew stronger. In the end, she defeated Flame and paved the way for Team Hearth to take on Team Magma, drawing her strength through the power of connection. After all, friendship and family... its everything. Shelly did not make it very far past that initial win. She was never going to, I knew exactly what point in the story she died. Shelly's death here is both a character arc completed and a character arc forever unfinished. If Deoxys hadn't killed her, who knows how much farther she could've gone? How much stronger she would've become? Those questions will remain forever unanswered... But I think it would be a lie to say that nothing of note here was accomplished. She DID grow. She DID become stronger. And that strength gave her the power to save the life of her best friend. It just, unfortunately, could only come to pass through her death. If Shelly had never gone on her arc, if Cedar had never reached out to her again and again... Cedar would have DIED here. Think about that. Shelly was never the readerbase's favorite character, haha. She's been called obnoxious, toxic, racist; it died down in the last few chapters, but folks were once QUITE VOCAL about their dislike of her haha. Which is fine, of course, I was out to prove a point anyway and she did use to act pretty rotten sometimes. But I have such a soft spot for characters like Shelly, honestly. I originally started this comic to work through a racial identity crisis I was having like many years ago, and Shelly ended up getting handed a lot of my darkest and ugliest feelings at the time. She is a misanthrope, she feels targeted by a racist world and it makes her angry, depressed, prone to lashing out, and... that was me. For many years. That's actually why it hurt when people first started to dunk on her (back in Chapter 4). I was probably more defensive of her in the comments than I should've been, but my friend Zero eventually taught me how to calm down on that front. I watched negative comments pour in about her in Chapters 7 and 8, nothing ever outright cruel but definitely somewhat devoid of empathy for her. I let them all pass, tried not to take it too personal cause I knew I had a good chance to change a lot of people's minds in her final chapters. And again, no one is ever obligated to like any of my characters, I know how they can be lol. But she was always one of my more personal characters in this comic. Her arc of challenging her anxiety is something I have seen so many loved ones work through over the years... That part of her, at least, is a love letter to all my anxious friends and family. And her bitterness, her anger... A love letter to one of the most difficult parts of myself.  I don't think Shelly ever completely overcame that anger. I think she probably died hating elementals, and every other race along with them. But she was able to overcome that seething hatred to become a good friend and positive asset to Cedar and the rest of her team. She hated the world and all the pokemon within it, but still became part of a family that accepted her. That means something to me... I hope it means something to you, too. Shelly will forever live on in my heart as a personal symbol of racial justice. That is what she means to me, ultimately. Thank you so much for showering her with love over the years and tolerating her bullshit haha. I know this was not the easiest character to love, but a lot of folks really opened their hearts to her. I appreciate that immensely, I really do. Goodnight, little hero. We love you, loved you, and we always will.  Rest in power.

--- In honor of the pokemon we lost, the rest of June will be a moment of silence. No further pages will be posted this month. All the comics are back proper in July. See you there!

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[alastor-simp]

Alastor with a female reader who is Selectively Mute Part 3

❥Summary: A certain overlord intrudes on both you and Alastor. This situation is going to become very tense, once you realized who exactly this is.

❥Tags: Selectively mute reader, fluff, fluff and romance, friends to lovers, demi-romantic alastor, alastor frowns, vox being vox, alastor is not used to feelings, comedy, alastor and vox rivalry, spoilers of episode 2, protective alastor, confessing feelings, fem reader.

❥Notes: This is the final chapter of this series. I hope you all enjoyed it :).

"Well well well, if it isn't the Radio Demon." You felt Alastor tense, and the static in the air began to increase. Turning around, you noticed there was another demon standing behind the both of you. He stood as tall as Alastor, sporting a dark blue tuxedo and large red bow tie. The most striking thing on him was his head. It resembled a tv screen. On the screen was a pair of striking red eyes and blue colored teeth. His eyes were filled with immense hate, while sporting a cocky grin.

Alastor slowly turned around, smile strained immensely on his face, which you noticed. Did Alastor know this man? "Ah! If it isn't Vox! The piece of shit television himself?" Alastor snarled back at the TV, teeth sharpening the more he spoke. Ohhh this was Vox! You never saw what he looked like, but you knew about the rivalry between him and Alastor, especially since you heard Alastor mention him in his last broadcast. He was part of a group called the Vee's, which consisted of overlords Valentino, Velvette and Vox. The only Vee you knew about fully was Valentino since he was Angel's boss and you really didn't like him. Vox's eye twitch at Al's insult, but the grin was still present on his face. "HAHAHA! Even after 7 years, you still remained an a**hole. Took you a while to show your ugly face back here. Finally decided to join my team?" He approached closer, arms crossed in front of him, as his eyes were locked on Al, ignoring you. Al's head flew back in laughter, before it snapped back into place, as he let out, "HA! No!"

The both of them were locked in a stare off, with the sounds of static and whirring penetrating the air around you, making you a tad bit nervous. Soon Vox broke the stare, and turned to look at you, eyes widen a tad in shock, before they gazed at you, sensually. "My my! Quite a looker, aren't you! May I know your name, sweetie?” His clawed hand had grabbed yours, as he was leaning down to give it a peck. It felt like a hole had opened inside your stomach. Something about the way he acted made you very uncomfortable. You were use to actions like this from Alastor, as they made your heart skip a beat, but coming from Vox, you didn't like it. A small growl was heard next to you, and another clawed hand had grabbed Vox's wrist, removing his hand from yours. "It is quite rude to touch a lady without her consent, you know! So, H̶̱̞̗͈̮͛̓̔̄͐̉a̴̯̜̗̝̠̰͌̈̋̚͝ͅn̸̖̝͙̜̩̳͆͋̿̃ͅd̸̡̤̅̈̐́̎̐̕s̵̭̀̏͛͐̅ ̷̡̢̩͉͔͍̹̐̃̉͌́̕͠ȍ̸̳̗̰̻͚͔͎͒̄ff̵̘̻̠̗̏̆̚." Radio dials flashed on Al's face, along with his shadow demons poking out a different corners, ready to strike. Scoffing, Vox just pulled his hand away, annoyed that Al had the nerve to touch him, before wearing a sinister grin.

"Heh! Who is the little hottie? A new toy for you to mess with?" Now that pissed you off. You were about to start typing your response on your phone, but Alastor had spoken for you. "She is none of your concern! Now, I believe its time for the both of us to head back! Hope you have an unpleasant evening, Vox!" Al wrapped an arm around you again, ready to leave, but he was stopped by a very loud cackle. "HAHAHAHAHA! Oh this is rich! You running away again?!" He was hunched over, holding his stomach from laughter. Your eyes looked over at Al. His smile was completely strained, to the point of it almost breaking. He was trying very hard to maintain his composure, and not rip off Vox's head, but Al didn't want you to see that side of him, his true side that bathed in carnage and gore, while he danced on the corpses of the demons he slaughtered. Alastor had developed a soft spot for you during his time at the hotel. He hated it immensely, that the more he conversed with you, the more vulnerable he got. He was the radio demon, the most feared demon in hell, who broadcasted the deaths of many overlords to all the residents of hell, but you are able to change him, so he made a vow to himself that he would protect you and help you whenever you were under distress. Last thing he wanted to see from you was your eyes gazing at him in fear, after witnessing his true self.

Vox had finished his laugh session, before he stood back, placing his hands on his hips. "I figured after seven years of disappearing, you would be back to terrorizing the streets, but instead your acting like a little pu✪✪✪ bit✪✪, doing absolutely nothing! You have become such a fossil that barely anyone even remembers you, but they remember me, they always do, since I AM ONE OF THE V-SMACK!" Vox's speech was caught off by a strong slap to his screen face, stunning him a bit, before turning back to look at the both of you. Alastor was gazing at you in shock, not expecting that reaction from you, and slapping Vox across the face. Your face was red with anger, and he could almost see steam coming out of your ears. Grabbing your phone, you began to speed type what you wanted to say to Vox, before turning it towards him, voice speaker volume at full blast:

"𝙾𝙼𝙶 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄✪✪ 𝚄𝙿!!?!? 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙻𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂?! 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂, 𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝚄✪✪ 𝙾𝙵𝙵!!!!"

Vox was put off a bit by your strange method of responding back, but he shook his head and began to walk closer, peering down at you. "You crazy bit✪✪!! Do you know who I am?! His response earned an eyeroll from you, as you continued to type what you wanted to say:

"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎! 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝! 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝, 𝚏𝚞✪✪-𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎! 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝-𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝!"

Vox's eyes widen, as he stepped back at what you said, stunned. "I'm...I'm not......I don't..." He fumbled with his words, unable to give a good comeback. Alastor continued to gaze down at you in awe, wondering where this side of you has been. Typing a final message, you played it out for him:

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊✪✪ 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜!

Grabbing Al's hand, you pulled it and began walking back in the direction you were going, leaving behind an open-mouth Vox, screen flashing to blue, as his brain couldn't compute that he just got owned. Alastor said nothing, and followed after you, as the both of you continued to walk back to the hotel. The walk was silent, neither you nor Alastor uttered a word to each other. Arriving at the doors to the hotel, you let Al's hand go, knowing that the others would ask questions if they saw the both of you holding hands. Entering inside, you were greeted by the others, asking how was the show and yada yada. You gave a thumbs up, while Al gave a lengthy response saying that the performance was spectacular. Alastor then urgently insisted that he needed to attend something, before snapping his fingers, disappearing from sight.

He hadn't looked at you the whole time, when the both of you came back. Had you upset him? He didn't appear angry when the both of you started to head back, but maybe he was hiding it from you. Thinking back to what you did, you realized that you maybe shouldn't have done that. Alastor was a powerful demon, the fearful gazes he got from others was proof of that. He was fully capable of defending himself against Vox, he didn't need you to do it for him. Your body wanted to head to where Alastor ran off to, but you decided not to, as he maybe needed time to cool off.

**12:00 AM**

It had finally reached midnight, and you had seen no trace of Alastor. He wasn't present for dinner nor did he return to the lobby. Heaving a sigh, you realized that you must have angered him very badly. You hoped you would see him tomorrow and apologize. Exiting your bathroom, you had finished brushing your teeth and put on your apple themed PJs, a gift from Charlie. Heading over to the bed, you took a sit on the fluffy covers, before falling back, cell phone planting on the bed as well. Too many emotions and thoughts were floating around in your head, preventing you from falling asleep. "Knock knock", a soft knocking noise was heard against your door. Getting up from your bed, along with grabbing your phone, you peeked into the peep hole, to see Alastor standing on the other side. Unlocking the door, you softly opened it. "Good evening, my dear! Sorry if I had disturbed your rest, but there is something I needed to discuss with you." His smile was still enlarged as always, but you couldn't tell if he was back to normal or still enraged. It was so hard to read him at times. Nodding your head, you moved your body to allow him in. He walked inside, standing at the center of your room, with his hands placed behind his back. He didn't turn around to face you, making you feel nervous. Suddenly, sounds of static-filled laughter erupted from him, causing you to jump up in shock.

Alastor turned to face you, still laughing with slight tears in his eyes. "Oh, apologies for the sudden laughter, but your little confrontation with Vox was highly entertaining, my dear! In all my years in hell, I have never seen that expression from him! HAHAHA! What a sight!" Alastor was still giggling with glee, wiping his eyes, that were leaking with tears. The laughing quickly stopped when he saw the look on your face, tears streaming down. Panicking, Al walked closer, wondering why you were crying. Pulling your phone up, fingers shakingly typing your message to Al"

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸…..𝙸

Unable to type, due to how hard your hands were shaking, you dropped your phone, hands flying to your face, wiping away at your tears. Alastor was silent, having not said a word after you dropped your phone. Two hands had grabbed yours, pulling them away from your face, allowing your eyes to look up at Al's. His expression was soft, wearing a small grin. "Why would you think I was angry with you, my dear?" His voice had dropped into a soft whisper, containing no traces of static. You casted your eyes down, still feeling ashamed. "Y/N. Look at me." Goosebumps appeared all over your body. He almost never addressed you by your full name. Peering back into his red irises, you looked straight at him. His eyes always held so much emotion, and the emotion you saw was pure warmth. His fingers wiped at your cheeks, cleaning the tears "I was never upset with you. Frankly, I was quite in awe at what you did. You defended me without hesitation and even called me a "friend." It has been many centuries since someone has addressed me that way, that it stunned me to my very core. Please don't cry, my dear. Tears don't suit your adorable face."

He rubbed your cheeks up and down like you were a cat. His sweet words felt like they were caressing your skin, causing shivers to flow through your body. Alastor leaned forward, placing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "You....you are quite a special one, aren't you. Being with you makes me feel things I thought had died long ago. Only time I felt anything like this was when my mother was still alive. These things....these feelings are changing me, you are changing me. Part of me wants to push them away, but the other part of me wants to embrace them, embrace this." His everlasting smile had dropped, causing your eyes to widen. He was frowning!! Alastor, the demon who always wore a smile, was frowning?! This was the real Alastor in front of you now, not the radio demon persona. Rubbing his forehead against yours, Al opened his eyes, staring back at you.

The both of you stayed in that position until Alastor spoke again, "All of this...is entirely new to me, my dear. But, I want to explore more of this with you. What say you, Y/N? Would you like for this to become something more?" The butterflies in your stomach were going haywire, as the color of your cheeks dyed a deep red. Alastor wanted to be with you? Have a relationship more than this? Your thoughts were filled with all of the moments the both of you had. The pleasant conversations, the sweet gestures and the looks he would give you. The answer was clear to you. Wanting to grab your phone, you realized you had dropped it, making you unable to tell Alastor your answer. No no. You didn't need the phone. Feelings of nervousness began to overtake you, as you bit your lip. Alastor noticed your expression, and pulled back.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll take my leave. We can discuss this another time." Alastor's smile had come back, but it seemed almost somber. Shaking your head, you didn't want him to leave without hearing what you had to say. Clenching your fists, you took a deep breath. Grabbing his coat, you pulled him down, back to your level. Alastor bent down. letting out a small gasp, not expecting your actions. Before he could speak, a pair of lips had attached to his. His crimson eyes widen in shock, his body becoming tense. His mind slowly began to piece together that you were kissing him. It left him shook, but he slowly eased into it, reciprocating back. The kiss lasted for a full minute, before you pulled away, and stared at Al. Biting your lip again, baring through the anxious emotions, you opened your mouth.

"I-I love you Alastor. I-I want to be t-together with you"

Alastor nearly gasped, legs almost buckling from what just happened. Did you just speak?!?!?!? You had spoken for the first time, in front of him. Your voice was so precious and soft, almost like an angel. His eyes sparkled with excitement, as he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you around in joy. Grabbing on to him, you let out a small chuckle, at his reaction. The spinning slowly stopped, as Al set you back down, placing his gloved hand on your pink-tinted cheek. His own face was similar to yours, flustered, yet he was wearing a love-struck expression. "I-I adore you as well, my doe." Seems it was still difficult for him to say I love you, but you were content with that. Alastor then leaned in to kiss your forehead, as he pulled back. "I believe it is past our bedtimes, my doe. I must, unfortunately head back to my quarters, but I will be here first thing in the morning." Listening to him, you nodded your head, letting out a soft "okay". Patting your head, he wished you pleasant dreams, as he made his way to your door, exiting your room. Watching him leave, you walked to the door, and placed a hand on it, before you turned around. Sliding your body down, you placed a hand on your chest as you gave a love struck sigh. It was official, both you and Al were going to be more than just friends. It made you nervous, but so excited at the same time. Getting up from your position on the floor, you went over to your bed, placing your head on the pillow. Grabbing the other across from you, you planted your face into it, squealing while kicking your feet in joy.

**Alastor POV**

Having left your room, Alastor still stood at your door, back facing it. Letting out a shaky sigh, he placed his back against it, letting his head fall back against it. His emotions were springily like crazy. All of this was still so new to him. His memory flashed back to what he said to you, annoyed that he couldn't say the three simple words, but he remembered the smitten look on your face, happy with that he said. The black heart in his chest was still beating a mile a minute, and his cheeks were still flaming hot. Sighing again, he moved from his position and walked down the hallway to head to his room. Tomorrow was going the be the first day of the both of you being in this kind of relationship, and he honestly couldn't wait.

~END~

Part 1 of Series is Here = X

Part 2 of Series is Here = X

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[the-moon-files]

so... my interpretation of guide!reader may be vastly different from others but with my vast assimilation of yours and others content, this is my variation of the one I like envisioning involving concepts such as yours (Humans are NOT Hylians and Guide!Reader) so this is my official start to the ramblings *DEEP INHALE*

when I read the post about reader losing their sord and just punching the monsters and it is working along with the other links being amazed

I imagine that because of the fact that hylian's are so light that they didn't put that much into the growth of physical arts

they can punch and kick fine but that's more so used for scraps agents one another, rather than in fights against monsters

hylian's don't have enough strength or weight to have it be worth it on the battlefield

its much more worth their time and energy to learn things like swordsmanship or artery, and be nimble

but guide dose have: the muscle, weight, durability and training necessary for such a strategy to be worth it

It would be more effective for the reader to use the Muay Thai and Taekwondo they worked so hard on instead of learning something new

_*looking respectfully

I can imagine that this levees them beater of physically than most (*cough* me *cough*)

leveeing them much more prepared

along with giving them a lot more... muscle...

Link's(-wind):... please crush me between your thighs

Guide!Reader: what?

Link's(-wind): what.

I know that it has been said that reader is shorter than time, but I personally like them slightly bigger than time

you know... forehead kissing rang

so it's only slightly less awkward to pick them up

I think their deep honey like voice could be compared to their slightly dark honey-colored eyes

someone like legend would appreciate how their eyes turn golden in the sun light, shining like no ring on his finger

Hyrule loves how they feel different from the cold sweetness of sugar water, instead they feel like rich honey and warm cinnamene

wild remembers them as there very first true companion and comfort

to wars, an immovable force, never leveeing their side

that's all I have fore now, but be warned...

I'll be back!

and I'm putting them in a dress (:<

AHH SORRY FOR LATE REPLY U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IVE BEEN HOGGING THIS TO MYSELF

Martial arts reader/Mc my beloved <333

U sent in ART TOO??!!!! 😭🙏

i love stuff like this sm ur style is so 😳💌💘💝💖💓💞💕❤️‍🔥🙈

The bit abt hylians not needing as much/making intricate martial arts/making their body be the weapon is so peak worldbuilding, if i had an official stamp to say smth is canon in my little HaNH AU (Humans are Not Hylians) i would stamp this 10x over

Acc u know what one sec

Since u made art, have some shitty meme art in return

LMAO its shitty but i hope u know it is the biggest support i can give you, like GOD the ART i keep coming back and Also. Looking Respectfully.

And this is the biggest thank you i could give for sharing this w/me!!

Ok spam headcanons?? Sorta

CONTENT WARNINGS: MILDLY SUGGESTIVE? CONTENT, 16+/18+ MATURER AUDIENCES RECOMMENDED.

COULD YOU IMAGINEEEEE

How the Hylians view Wrestling.

Like, your knuckles/elbows/knees (the parts where thers not as much fat to protect) start to bleed punching armored monsters/arms get tired and you just-

Wrap ur legs around a lynels neck and spin around their neck, using your body weight to drag and lay that bitch Out.

(This is a Real Martial Arts move Ive fucking seen a gif of hold on i NEED to find it- FUCK i cant find it but try youtube and see if yall can find it, its So Real i promise, it was on tumblr at one point)

Who's swooning? Not all 8 Links, nope-

Links, externally (+Wind genuinely): Hahaha, u can crush a watermelow open between ur thighs?? Omg thats so cool- !! 😃

Links, internally (-wind): omfTRIPLEGODDESSES- DID U SEE THAT?? IT WASNT JUST ME RIGHT??? SO WE ALL LOWKEY WANNA,, RIGHT??? 🙊😶🙈😳😳😳(Making eye contact w/each other and communicating this silently, everyone going super red/turning away/ears twitching)

Wind makes you do like another 4 watermelons bc its genuinely so impressive to him (does he think its hilarious to watch the others get all embarassed? Hell yeah- what else are little brothers supposed to do??)

Okay but OG asker/Snack Eater DID NOT emphasize how insane a Muay Thai fighter in HaNH AU would go???

If u dont know, Muay Thai is DEADLY-DEADLY kinda martial arts, like it has been considered assault with a deadly weapon before i think/been banned a lot of other fighting places outside its country of origin? I think its Thailand?

Anyway Thailand is fucking crazy for not having a higher rate of murders acredited to this martial art, bc guys, they use Elbows and Knees in their moves.

Like. That's banned/outright no moves created/or at least taught, a lot of the time in other martial arts from diff places.

Like that kills people. So easily. 😃

Like, the Chain already knows ur deadly, but when u reveal (having done the Honorable/Give Them A Fair Chance Thing) and not used Elbows or Knees yet, only to get into the harder enemies like boss fights and suddenly get real close (!!! What are you doing Guide Back Up-!!)

And whip out an elbow, crack the motherfucker straight in the head, and watch the thing immediately flatline right before their eyes??

Its like seeing a biblically accurate angel descend.

Like their in awe, but also scared? But its also like feeding into the awe?? Jaws have dropped.

U tell them that Elbows and Knees are even banned back home, and every single Link is like "Understandable. Obviously. But also, oh my goddess?? A move even the Humans banned?? Bc its so deadly???"

Wind: "..."

Wind: "...hey. Can you kill Gods? ...Can you kill Ganon?"

(The entire Chain goes silent in shock before exploding into Exsistential Crisis Mode, it takes Time/Wars like 5 minutes to recover from this information/experience enough to get up and calm everyone down lmao)

ALSO???

On a completely diff note-

Shorted Links, Taller Guide Reader my beloved?? <<<3333

Oh i def been leaning towards some Links are taller bc i think the imagery of you picking them up easily is funny (what can i say I live to embarass/try and fluster Time/Twi)

But you being taller?? Sign me tf up babe I have NOTHING against that, and am ALL for it????

Like u go thru a triangle portal/wake up from playing Loz and the Links are all shorter than you?? blessings rain down upon us like????

Twi/Time/Wars (who i headcanon as the tallest Links, in that order, along with Sky when he stops slouching lol)

And for Twilight to just be forehead kissing height?!

(He might've realized he's got a thing for lowkey feeling like worshipping ppl taller than him, bc other than the few humans who did live in Ordon, he was the tallest Hylian)

Time adores looking up at you, like u swear you saw his ears flapping a little

Wars is just,, 😀😳👉👈🥺 h-hey

Like flirting is infinitely harder when theyre a head taller than you, the poor Captain has found

(Yknow bc im personally 5"3, or abt 160cm, i think itd be even funnier if no matter what height you are, ur still taller than the tallest Hylians LMAO, Four our here actually being 3-4 ft tall like hobbits lol)

Omg (i know, i PROMISE, i KNOW) that its not canon at all, but i think itd be funny if the hylians most common hair color was blonde/most common eyecolor was blue/green,

And its rarer for ppl to have brown eyes/dark hair

Like the opposite of a lot of American beauty standards, ur seen at the Y/N, the main character for having darker features

(Lowkey inlcuding skin tone bc, and this is canon, have u seen the skin tone diversity historically for Loz games lmao 😅)

Ok im done sorry for rambling

Thanks again for this!!

___ TW: Hurricane Helene talk below ____

Fair Warning: I WILL NOT be tolerating any condescending/hateful or otherwise negative responses about the effects of Hurricane Helene.

People have died. Myself/my friends/my family/my coworkers have been affected. Be respectful.

You will be blocked/possibly reported for hate speech.

This was like Hurricane Katrina for us, because these areas were NOT prepared for hurricanes.

Those most affected are Mountain communities, we're supposed to have more mild weather, and the last time this happened according to older locals was decades ago, if then.

...

Hey!! If u read my tags of my last reblog, im doing better, we got back to town and realized our powers back on, and then the next day luckily our water was back on too

(its not drinkable but at least we can flush the toliet/shower 😭)

Luckily too by this point the water distribution/rescue crews are here,

DUDE. We were/are so fucked Biden came to look at us 😃

Im personally still on the lookout for missing ppl (my coworker has missing family in the town nearby and in telling my friend over there to spread the word)

And cellular service is back up, but they may jut be bc they brought in temporary towers/Tmobile is giving out free service for everyone too

Its slow going still, all these developments are taking days to achieve if u cant tell

And no pressure, esp if u dont have the spare money,

But if you could donate to help my city/the cities nearby who are still very isolated bc theyre smaller, along with helping our homeless people who no doubt are worse off, thatd mean to world to me/all of us!! <3

Here's some links for that, even if its just tip money/money for a coffee, anything helps!

https://pay.payitgov.com/ncdonations

https://crowdfund.charlotte.edu/project/44126

https://www.chabadasheville.org/templates/section_cdo/aid/6606696/jewish/Hurricane-Helene-Relief.htm

Thanks for reading, and blessed be those still in need of rescue, from human to animals, and to those who have passed.

May those you left behind find peace.

<3

Peact out,

🌙

[biibini]

Perhaps maybe Mizu as a bottom? Whimpering and begging for more. Reader talking her through it and being loving.

nsfw bottom!mizu x top!reader (request)

tags: dom!reader, bottom mizu, eating out, cunilingus, smut, 18+. begging, whimpering, praise, dirty talk, modern au

a/n: requests & posts r gonna be slowed down for now bc of school hahaha hahaha (i have three 3-hr classes back to back in one day im going to cry),,, anyways i'll shut up ab school and start writing with one hand down my pant-

18+ content below!

u and mizu are making out one night in bed one late night

nothing crazy but its getting really heated

usually, u would let her stay on top and continue to mess u up with her fingers

but tonight would be something different

u move as u continue to make out, placing urself on top this time

"Oh, does my pretty girl want to be in control?" Mizu teased, placing her hands atop your hips. Her eyes traced your body starting from your thighs. You feel her hands softly grab your waist, anticipating your next move.

You nodded in response, getting close to her face. You stare deeply into those ocean blue orbs of hers. God, you could get lost in them anytime.

"Please, let me be on top tonight." You proposed.

Mizu couldn't resist your pretty eyes staring at her, almost begging to try something new. She tilted her head in curiousity.

"Okay, baby." Her hands adjusted to your thighs, giving them a small squeeze. "So what are your plans tonight Y/N?"

"Mmm, nothing in particular." Your face inching closer to her face, your lips almost brushing with hers. "I just want to love my beautiful girlfriend."

You close the gap between you two while your right hand gently palms her boxers. Your fingers drag along the thin gray fabric, only to find a small damp spot by her entrance. Still busy deepening the kiss with your beloved, you circle the edges of the wet spot. A moan slips out of Mizu.

When it comes to Mizu and noises, she typically doesn't speak out too much. You would mainly hear her in praises and words. However, your main goal was to change that tonight.

You continued to bring attention the the spot, circling it deeper. Mizu could feel the pads of your fingers dragging the surroundings of her entrance. It didn't help that the boxer fabric dragged along her clit.

God, that fucking underwear. It was the only thing between her and true pleasure from you. If only you could rip it off right now, she thought.

Instead, she threw her head back as you continued, positioning yourself under her. You hear her take a deep breath.

Looking up, you spot Mizu watching your next actions. Her face was practically red yet her eyes glowed blue in anticipation of your next move.

If it wasn't for your mission, you would have torn the boxers off of her and gone to town. However, you decided otherwise. You wanted to hear those sweet moans of her tonight.

No. 'Wanted' wasn't the right word.

Needed.

You paused right in front of her boxers. You come back up, your face still close to her body. Your hand balances you as the other makes its way up her oversized shirt, finding her breasts and giving the left one a soft squeeze.

"Fuck, Y/N..." she moaned.

Not enough, I know she can say more.

Your index finger barely brushes against her right nipple. A small gasp escapes out of Mizu.

Bingo.

As your hand cups her boob, you feel it grows hard against the fabric only a few seconds after. You chuckle, rubbing her nipple in between your thumb and index finger. Another moan slips out, louder in volume.

You check on her visual reaction, only to find her frustrated. Yet her erratic breathing and flushed face proved otherwise. You come closer to her, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Does it feel good, my love?" you question. There was endearment behind that question, but Mizu could also hear the light teasing tone.

“God, Y/N, it feels so- ah-" she attempts to answer while your right hand now lightly tugging on her right nipple, still rubbing it between tugs. You feel her right hand pet the back of your head, running through your scalp.

"It feels so good, baby."

Her praises were all you needed to keep going.

You deepen the kiss and pull up her shirt impatiently to get a better view. At this point, fuck the fabric. You needed to hear her moan more. You start your journey back down, peppering her neck with kisses.

"Oh does it now?" You question, your voice vibrating against her neck.

"Fuck...", she quietly whines. "Yes, it does- ah-"

You had made your way down to her boobs, now planting kisses on her soft mounds. You lightly start to suck on the soft sides of her breasts, leaving a subtle mark for her to find later tomorrow morning.

"My love is so good." you tease, kissing it once again as your fingers pull on her right nipple again.

No coherent words came out of Mizu. Instead, only moans spilled out of your girlfriend. In response to the pleasure, you feel Mizu's hand against your scalp start to fist up, grabbing a chunk of your hair.

You groan from the light tug. Fuck, this was really hot. Mizu, the typical top, was a fumbling wet mess under your touch.

On the other hand, Mizu's mind was on its way to being fried from pleasure. Her pretty girl was treating her so well, pushing every button.

Well, almost every button. Except the ones covered by her boxers.

You dragged yourself down in between her legs again. The small damp spot from before had grown in size from earlier. A small grin formed as you ran your finger down the middle of the spot. Passing her clit, you feel her twitch under you. You heard a groan in response to the touch.

"Aw Mizu," you say teasingly as your hands gently held her thighs apart, allowing you more room to get closer. "Did you need some attention here?", you say as you ran the same finger down the same spot.

Another moan escapes.

You continued to palm her throbbing clit through the fabric. If the roles were reversed, you would have been begging Mizu for her fingers, the strap, or just anything in you. Circumstances have changed tonight so you wondered how Mizu would react to similar scenarios.

"Shit...", she cursed. "Baby."

Mizu pulled herself up by her elbows, looking down to see the view of u in between her legs. You continue to palm the spot with a bit more pressure. You could tell the fabric being the only barrier between ur fingers and her wet folds was pissing Mizu off.

"Fuck hell, Y/N..." she says.

You hum in response, planting a kiss on her spot. Mizu takes a deep breath in, her mind trying to clear up. Instead, it's filled with lust, almost impatient for your touch.

"Please, baby." she answers.

"Please, what?" You palmed her boxers to find her clit, practically sticking out and throbbing against the thin gray fabric. You circled around it, watching and hearing every moan come out of Mizu.

You watch her throw her head back, biting her lip. Her eyes were already half-lidded, drunk with receiving pleasure from her pretty girl.

"Please eat me out, pretty girl."

You kiss her inner thigh, smiling in delight. You pulled down her boxers to find her wet mess puffy and needy, wanting and waiting to be touched by you.

She takes a peek at your reaction, hoping to watch the scene. She could finally unravel her and feel the pleasure that you had been teasing her with.

Face to face with her entrance, you could feel the heat off of it radiate. You give it a slow lick, finally tasting your mission's reward. Mizu groans, now louder for you to hear.

You feel more liquid gush out, lubricating your tongue with her honey.

"Mmm, s'good for me.", you compliment as your tongue enters slowly. You feel her walls tighten with the sudden entrance.

"Oh god, fuck." Mizu curses, her eyes closed shut. Her mind fully lets herself go, vulnerable under ur touch and waiting for your work to pleasure her even more. You continue to enter your tongue inside her, hoping to hear the volume of her moans increase.

[hwathinker]

"aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm gonna take a break now can i?"

pairings ; best friend!yunho x fem!reader warnings ; i don't think there is.. (i'm joking.. there's cockwarming, blowjobs(?), petnames) just yunho being a tease and annoying.. i really love the cocky + nerdy concept on yunho ;) wn ; hey! i finally got a free time today, so i decided to spend it on writing something. i'll be taking requests by the way! i'm hoping to see some smutty reqs from ya'll hahaha

"come on y/n, its not that hard to memories these shit." yunho said, poking your head which was buried to the book you were supposed to read. you had spent over an hour in his apartment, just for a study session. you also promised yourself to study for real this time but i guess the tiredness and laziness in you held you back. you shook your head aggressively, making him stop touching you. "y/n, we have a really tight schedule and i know you know that. plus our presentation is in 3 days. spend your time studying so you won't have to struggle to go out with me." you shot your head up as soon as yunho mentioned about going out. your parents doesn't really let you go out unless you do something great in school. but with pleasing them by doing house chores, you know you could get out easily. well, not every time.

"ugh.. how many times do i have to read these?!" pointing at the open book, you looked at him. "if you really want me to memories this then how about you?" you held the book up close to your face, shooting your eyes up to him then at the book back to make sure he isn't peeking. yunho sighed, letting go of his pen and turning to you. he looked at the book title, making a face to remember something. "well, physics huh.. what page are you in?" he asked, shifting his body and putting his arm on the table so that he can rest his head on his fist with his cheeks. you quickly went to the first page, knowing that he doesn't pay that much attention on a first page of a book. "uh.. page one. i'm not telling you what it is though." you said, burying your head to the book once again and shifting you gaze between the book and yunho every 4 seconds. yunho smiled, pretending to remember what was on the first page. "physics is the natural science of matter, involving the study of matter, its fundamental constituents, its motion and behavior through space and time, and the related entities of energy and force." you read what was on the page along with what he said, your eyes slowly going wide as he do.

"the fuck?! how in the earth did you remember every damn word in this one ass page?!" you slammed the green book on the table, going up close to him with rage in you. "i don't know, maybe i started to pay attention to the first page now. or maybe not, because i'm smart." he said, going back to his position and continue his revision. "or maybe.. you could help cover for me?" you said, leaning your head on the table as you puppy eyed him as you smile. yunho gave you a silent answer, which was a no. "come on yun, i know you like obeying me." you teased again, smiling ever so widely. "how about you study or i fuck that mouth off." he shift his gaze to you, placing down the pen under his palm.

you pouted, covering your face with your hand. yunho let out a small chuckle, grabbing you by your waist to get you more close. "i've never seen you this shy, y/n. you always fight back my teasings." he said, laying head head on the table too, close to your covered face. "i'd rather have a cock inside me for long enough than having to suck one that has a possibility of piss on it." you mumbled, hoping he won't hear a single thing when he's just right there, in front of you. yunho took your hand away from your face, meeting his eyes that was already staring at you. "do you want to try?" he bit his bottom lip, smiling lightly. you think, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting your lips. "i don't know. so you're hard?" you looked at his reddening face as your hand quickly went to his.. harden clothed dick. oh he is. yunho slaps your hand away quickly, holding them in his big ones. "suck it." he ordered, watching your smile grew wider. "why so needy? were you already planning this all along?" you said, shifting closer to him so there's no more space between the both of you. "sure. i'll do it. but you'll have to do a favor for me, too." you said again,getting up from the table and wait for him to strip. he stood up, sliding his sweats down and place them beside the table. but this time, he went to the sofa, sitting on it then leaning comfortably back while manspreading.

you looked at him with lust, his tongue going over his bottom lips, wetting them then biting them afterwards. he watches you walk towards him, your knee purposely hitting his crotch as you lean in to give his jaw a nice lingering kisses, to his lips. "how long have you been keeping this from me, hm?" you mumbled in the kiss, enjoying his taste. "ever since you appeared like a damn angel in front of me and decided to become my friend." he held your jaw with his hand, caressing them. you ran your hand from his bicep, down to his chest. gently touching every part as possible to make him shudder. you pulled away from the kiss, going down as he watches your every move. your tits, holding onto its dear life in the top you had. it looked like it want to pop out in any second you make a risky move. and your tight low rise jeans. ah, don't mention it anymore. he loves it when you wear that kind of clothes.

after you had took off his boxer, his dick sprung out, precum leaking to his base. "fuck, who are you going big for? me?" you said, grabbing his cock gently, kissing the pink aching tip. he hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back. "who else do i have to keep this dick for? of course it was for you, angel." oh god, that nickname has you every time. you licks his cock slowly, going down and fitting the whole base in your mouth. as you suck him off. him, on the other hand are sweating, tears started to form in that boy's eyes. he had his hands placed prettily under your chin so he has a better view while the other caress your hair ever so sweetly. he is this sweet when receiving a blowjob? oh you could do this everyday if it means he is. "mmh, such a good girl. other boys must not be this thick, right? i know you enjoy this so much, baby." he said in between moans, grunts. you swirl your tongue, making a popping sound when letting his cock go. he felt empty, and cold.

yunho pouted, watching his dick being held and watched by you. "y/n.. why did you do that? more please.." he begged, grabbing your free hand and holding them in his. "i want a favor back." you gently pump his cock, watching him biting his bottom lip. "what is it hm..?" he hummed, thinking about what you possibly want. you leaned and lay your cheeks on his cock, looking up to him. "i want you to cover for me for the presentation soon."

and that, you were being sat on his lap while he does his revision. your top thrown away even god don't know where, your jeans and red panties thrown at the sofa. now, you're being forced to sit on his dick that has cummed a few times because you moved a little. you were facing behind, hugging him so tightly, hoping to not make a certain move or he takes a break to play with your hardened tits again. i said, again. you shuddered at the feeling of his liquid constantly coming out and its touching your walls. "y/n baby, don't move please? i've said this a thousandth times already." as he put his pen down, he pulled you so that you're leaning on the edge of the table and facing him. "aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm can take a break now can i?"

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hehe a small yunho smut for ya'll <3 i miss this man so much and have you seen his airport look? god damn i would devour every single inch of it. and have ya'll seen seonghwa's gianna boyfriend?? goshh if he's not putting a shirt on i'm gonna suck those tits LMAO lmk if theres any error guys.. and remember to drop some hot ass smut thoughts on my inbox please im beggin u

[lestink]

IVE GOT MORE THUNDER LEGION/RAIJINSHUU CRUMBS THAT IM GOING TO EXPLODE ABOUT

CW: FAIRY TAIL GAME 2 SPOILERS BELOW

tagging @freedjustinemywife and @selfawarecobalt (also if youre reading this come join us on the thunder legion community)

Before I get to the goods I wanted to point out something that made me laugh:

Wendy has often said in the game how much she admires Laxus’ kinder side (not her calling him the gay uncle of the guild) but whenever she does so MIRA almost always reminds her and the player that ‘nah i remember when u did this shit back in 2009’ ITS SO FUNNY

OK NOW HERES A CUTE EXCHANGE OF ELFMAN GIVING LAXUS GIFTS (i don’t understand the occasion tho, xmas during the war?? idkk) FROM THE THUNDER LEGION

my freakout thoughts:

bixlow making a mini doll???? im gonna cry thats so fucking CUTE,,, imagining bixlow sitting down to carve one out for laxus with a silly face,,ough,,bixlow is so sweet i NEED TO SEE HIM

freed knitting a sweater.....ok so the entire thunder legion are all arts and crafts oriented ok i will explode. AND A PROTECTION ENCHANTMENT TOO?? the bodyguarding never stops even if he's offscreen he's still got it FUCKK i miss my wife. and youre so right elfman WEAR IT LAXUS U DICK. also,,,,laxus recognized the sweater from the pattern itself so freed has knitted things with that similar pattern before...AUGHHHHH freed knitting the thunder legion and laxus outfits what if i suddenly combusted

EVERGREEN MAKING A STEWWWW and the elfever crumbs with chef evergreen and taste tester elfman,,,man if elfman doesnt marry her I WILL. this is quite possibly the softest and coziest little side event ever, where the hell is the thunder legion when i'm freezing in my apartment....

ALL 3 OF THEM GIVING LAXUS CASH JUST IN CASE ok this reminds me of the talks i had with @yellow-guiding-lantern about the thunder legion being the keepers/the only ones who could reign in rabid dog laxus, this just affirms whats TRUE theyre taking care of his dumb ass

moving on:

youre so right lucy the thunder legion DOES love him im so sick of them /aff (if i dont see them soon i will make it on international news)

THUNDER LEGION FORMATION CRUMBS????

i always did wanna learn how they got to be together and though i know the gaiden had its own interpretation i wondered how else it could have happened, and this is a very interesting and different approach the way FREED is the one who wants to fight laxus first (angry freed????? CAN I SEE????)

i have so many questions like?? why did he get so angry??? did laxus break a rule that enraged him?? like maybe threatening the safety of others??? did freed give laxus a good fight?? were bixlow and evergreen involved at this point??? and what does that mean freed only wanted laxus for his strength???? elaborate??????

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD

mira is so funny the way she can quickly uncover laxus' facade of trying to stay tough and hard, in the source material + game she's always been the anchor of staying true to one's feelings. in other words, she's all "aaaaaaahhh i caught you caring"

elfman catching laxus blushing too HAHAHA his whiteness will work against him. (also- manhood????? was there no other word they could have used???)

NOT TOO MUCH ON THE THUNDER LEGION LUCY??? to be fair i also love gift giving, i love to give my friends lots of little things i know they'll love so i don't see the "obsessiveness" of this.

MY TAKEAWAYS:

Mirajane Strauss will forever be Laxus' greatest opp (undefeated streak)

the Thunder Legion are the best gift givers in the guild, they're the equivalent of the rich aunties who want to spoil you rotten

I want to see no more Freed characterization calling him a pushover or cheerleader for Laxus, he's literally the one consistently defying his arrogance ON AND OFF SCREEN🗣️

Laxus and the Thunder Legion are private people, but everyone can see their love and devotion to each other and I think that's so beautiful

If I don't see new Thunder Legion content soon WHERE I CAN ACTUALLY SEE THEM another CEO will pay for it

[everettswritings]

heyyy!! i was just wondering if you could do lee!wind archer cookie and ler!fire spirit cookie, romantic. Its completely ok if not !!

Sure thing! I’ve actually gotten a bunch of requests for these two, so this is my way of killing numerous birds with one stone. Enjoy! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Wind Archer Cookie and Fire Spirit Cookie sat beside each other in silence, Wind Archer Cookie was tightening the string of his bow while Fire Spirit Cookie was bored out of his mind! He knew how serious his boyfriend was, but did he really have to be this serious all the time? Did he really think of nothing but his duty to nature?

He grabbed one of the bow’s ends “Honestly, Windy, do you ever put that thing down?” He scoffed. Wind Archer Cookie rolled his eyes, going back to what he was doing. “Oh? Silent treatment? You know that doesn’t work on me!” The flame insisted, poking the archer’s cheek. He grew increasingly annoyed.

“Must you pester me? My bow must always be prepared to fire at any moment.” He said, shifting away, Fire Spirit Cookie groaned. “You’re no fun!” He pouted “Can’t you ease up for once?”. Wind Archer Cookie sighed “If there ever comes a day where darkness is erased from the world, then maybe.” He continued his work, much to his boyfriend’s dismay.

Fire Spirit Cookie groaned “There’s never gonna be a day like that!” He whined, throwing himself onto Wind Archer Cookie’s lap. The archer rolled his eyes once more, nearly hard enough to see the back of his head, “Childish.” He murmured. “Childish?!” Fire Spirit Cookie immediately shot up “Oho, buddy, you haven’t seen childish!” He tackled Wind Archer Cookie to the ground, his hands digging into his sides.

The green cookie didn’t even get the chance to resist, melting into a giggly mess immediately “N-No! Hahahaha! Hahaha! Stop! Fire-!” His cheeks grew warm and he began squirming. Fire Spirit Cookie grinned evilly, pinching the poor boy’s sides and skittering his fingers around every inch of dough he could reach, “You called?” He teased “C’mon, spit it out!”. Wind Archer Cookie let go of his weapon in favor of trying to fight off his boyfriend, much to absolutely no success. Fire Spirit Cookie seized the opportunity and pinned his arms above his head, moving his attack up to his armpits. “Hehehehe! Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Stop it!” The archer whined, already overwhelmed from laughing so much. He never laughed.

“Aww, but why?” The orange cookie pouted, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “You’re laughing! You’re having fun!” He cooed. Wind Archer Cookie began giggling even more, his walls completely knocked down. “Told you!” Fire Spirit Cookie smirked, then leaned down and started kissing his rosy cheeks repeatedly- making sure to get in some butterfly kisses alongside them, of course. The archer’s face grew warmer and he started trying to break free once more “No! Hahahaha! Hahaha! T-That tickles! Hehehe!” He finally broke his hands free, pushing away the other’s face.

Fire Spirit Cookie laughed, wiggling his fingers menacingly, “That’s the point, Windy! I wanna tickle you!” He watched with delight as his boyfriend started laughing again. “Nooo!” The archer giggled “You’re so evil, stop it!”. Slipping through his defenses, Fire Spirit Cookie’s free hand started tickling his ribs.

Wind Archer Cookie howled with laughter, rolling over to his side. But, oh, that made it worse! “See? You want it, too!” Fire spirit Cookie teased, tapping along each rib like the keys of a piano. Wind Archer Cookie snorted, laughing even harder, “Nohoho! Hahaha! Hahahahaha!” He finally caved in, unable to hold up any longer.

The forest itself rang with the green cookie’s laughter as he was completely, ineffably wrecked. His boyfriend only really stopped when he was wheezing.

Fire Spirit Cookie laid down beside him in the grass, ruffling up his hair, “You know I’m right. You should ease up more.” He said. Wind Archer Cookie sighed, a faint smile still gracing his face, “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re evil, you know that?” He gave him a playful push. He pushed back. “Maybe, but you still chose me.” He grinned.

“Idiot.” The archer sighed.

“Your idiot.” The flame corrected, pecking his cheek.

the end

AGGHHHHHH!!! Sorry, I just have a very visceral reaction to silly. It’s not that often I write romance, so I hope I did this silly little ship justice. Have a good one 🫶

[frostedclock-writes]

Angelic Radio

Chapter 1

Angel! Reader x Alastor

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Warnings: rated M for Mature,female reader, Angel!Reader so she is a bit naive, feelings of being trapped,

Prologue

Chapter 2

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Okay. So the portals closed. You had no clue how you were even going to get home. And now you were hiding in a little building that looked like a shack attached to a broadcast tower. You took shallow breaths. Everything would be okay. Would your prayers reach from here? What had even happened? All those angels killing the people here, and then leaving like a plague of locusts, eating your entire crop and leaving like it was nothing.

Was this hell? You had never seen it in person so it was hard to know. But it definitely wasn't heaven. Guess it could be L.A. , you thought for a moment. You calm your breathing down and shake your hands like the nerves might get shaken off with them.

Your halo made things in the room have a silvery glow. A couch, a coat hanger that used antlers in its design, a rough looking desk with things lettering the surface. Lights were out so all that was visible was just shadowy silhouettes of the objects. You turned fully around with your back to the door. Had you stumbled into someone's house? You inch your steps a few feet inside, the creak of the wooden floorboards filled the seemingly empty shac- house - place of residence. There was a small light under a door in the back. The light spilled and flickered like it was candle or an oil lamp.

"And what do we have here?" A voice thick with feedback and like it was speaking through a microphone.

Your wings shot open. " Ahh!" You turn around quickly to meet the source.

A stretched smile, red hair with ears pointed up and little antlers settled between them. His face seemed familiar despite the demonic traits. You still felt a lump in your throat, you backed up a few steps. You find the courage in your voice, or at least a little bit.

" Sorry! I didn't mean to intrude! Uh I'll just be...." You move to go around him but he moved into your step and his head tilted in an unnatural way. " Oh or... Not.."

" You must be quite bold as to come in here by yourself, little bird. " He made a chuckle and a laugh track played behind it. " And with no weapon?"

The lights in the room flickered on as he moved closer towards you. He paused his steps as the light illuminated you and him. A record scratch. He withdrew that hand that had been reaching out to you with unnaturally large fingers. You felt frozen as you looked at him.

His face fully visible now and not just from the glow of your halo and his bright red eyes. It couldn't be. And yet. It was. Alastor.

Alastor began to laugh, it made your feathers ruffle. " It's you ... "

"Me?" You took in a deep breath. " You ... know me?"

" How could I not? My Lwa. " He made another chuckle as his eyes drifted over your features, angelic ones making his gaze linger a tad longer. " An angel, though I hadn't expected. Though in hindsight.... Ah no matter. "

" Your what? I uh .... " You felt nervous, and your heart threatened to bust a rib from how hard it was pumping. He had seen you? How was that possible? That should have been impossible.

" Surely you remember me. " He dusted his knuckles on his overcoat. " Or perhaps I look to different from last you saw me.. You did up and disappear on me. Very rude must I say. "

You blinked. Rude?

" You ... You murdered someone! You got me fired! Okay, reassigned but still!" You puffed out your cheeks and pointed a finger at him.

He looked at you for a moment, tilted his head and a small crack accompanied it. Gross. His hand reached over and pinched your puffed out cheek. " Hahaha, Guardian Angels, such a silly thing you are. "

Your feathers stuck up in places and you swatted the hand away. " Silly? "

He made another laugh. " Yes. How did you end up here here?" He seemed bemused, his smile stretched on his face and eyes gleamed with amusement.

" I uh... Got mixed up trying to deliver smoothies. And then got shoved around till I fell. "

He laughed. Hard, and a laugh track played behind it.

It sounded ridiculous. Your wings sagged. You were stuck in hell. You didn't have the authorization to make portals to heaven! Your supervisor usually did that back when you were in the Guardian unit. Now? Oh you can forget the access from any of the mortal or immortal planes.

He moved swiftly to your side, his fingers placed on your shoulder as his other hand gestured to one of the armchairs. " Yes well you don't look like one of those ," he wiggled his fingers, " those extermination angels."

" I didn't even know about that unit. Or ... Any of this. " You moved slowly in the direction of the armchairs. It began to sink in more. Hell. This was hell. What did you do to have the heavenly father give you this kind of test. It was a test, right? He did things like that to the mortals, so were angels exempt? Maybe not. You took a seat and made sure your wings didn't catch.

Alastor sat across from you, he waved his hand and by the end of the gesture he had a mug in hand. 'Oh Deer!' it was a bit amusing with his new appearance. " Hmm, I suppose you wouldn't. " He took a sip from what smelled like coffee. Black. " Hmm, it's all just quite amusing. "

You made a laugh. " Oh yeah soooo funny. I am in hell, sitting with a killer. But oh! It's someone I used to know. "

" I didn't think angels could use sarcasm. " Alastor's eyebrow raised. He waved his other hand and a tea cup appear in front of you.

You look at it for a moment before you take it, "Thank you. " You look into the cup, dark black and smelled a bit bitter. Black coffee. Your fingers ran across the rim as silence filled the room, a light static hum and a distant sound of jazz played from another room. Alastor hummed under his breath and you could feel his eyes watching you closely. You take a small sip from the warm mug, it tastes nasty without sugar and cream.

What are you even going to do? How are you going to get home? Can you even get home? Would you have to wait till those angels came back again to get home? Or father forbid.... Find the original fallen angel and ask it of him. Nope no. Not going to happen there.

"Metrès," Alastor's voice broke through the descending thoughts. " A lwa shouldn't cry. Especially mine. " He tutted. " Try a smile. "

You felt something on your cheek. Were you crying?

"That's not my name...." You whispered and took a breath, and you look up from your cup at him. " And I never was your lwa.. Whatever that is. "

" Hmm? You weren't? " Alastor chuckled. " Hmm, well you certainly acted like it." He hummed and took a drink. He stood up and his mug disappeared in a small spark of bright green. He slinked towards you in a smooth motion and walked around the back of the armchair. Your felt his fingertips brush against your shoulder. " So what is your name?"

"Y/N.... It's Y\N. " You glance over your shoulder towards him as he got on your left side and leaned over.

" Ah... Well this is quite a predicament you find yourself in, isn't it, Y\N?" It felt a bit odd to hear your name roll across his tongue. " Such a little lost lamb... " He almost cooed the words. The air felt thicker as he spoke.

You sighed and looked back to your cup of coffee. " I don't even know what I'm going to do. " You had no clue how to live here and the hour that you've been here, well you knew that this wasn't your kind of place. Definitely not. " Maybe those girls will be back soon and I can skip back home. " You felt his fingers lightly grip your shoulder and the peak of red out of your peripheral made you glance over and see he had leaned to the point he was hovering over you now. An easy task with his tall and slender figure.

" Those pesky angels come back only once a year, sorry to say. " He didn't seem very sorry.

Your stomach sank more. " Oh.... I... "

A year. A whole year in this... Infernal place.

" Oh sweet Father, " you make an almost sob in your throat. You felt a little pat on top of your head. You puff your cheeks and shot a look up at the smiling face of Alastor.

He tutted. " Now, Now. No need for those. " You felt his thumb brush under your eye, it was softer than you expected.

" And why not? You're used to this, this, malarkey. I just wanted to deliver a smoothie, go home and listen to audiodramas. " You felt like you were about to panic, the tightness in your chest and the feeling of pins and needles in your fingertips. " I'm going to die down here..."

Alastor chuckled, he seemed to enjoy watching the turmoil within your expressions. " I could help with that. "

You blink, a few more tears made their way down your cheek from the small well of them that had built up. " You... Can get me to heaven?"

Alastor made a laugh and stood up straight, he waved his hand in dismisal. " Oh dear, no! Wacky nonsense!" You felt your shoulders sag. " That I can't help with, but as for a bit of safety is what I can provide. "

" Safety...."

" You can remain here and I will promise not a soul down in this infernal place of suffering will harm a hair on your little head, " Alastor cooed the last few words and pinched your cheek again. This time a bit lighter than the last one. He let go before you could swat at his hand again.

" You would do something like that?" You were a bit cautious with your tone.

" Of course! I can't very well let my lwa run about and get her wings clipped," his smile widened and you could hear more static in the room. " Can I? And I only ask for one little thing in exchange. "

"One thing?" He nodded, you paused for a moment before you spoke. " What do you want?"

" A simple thing, quite honestly. " He smiled. " A favor is all, and to be cashed in at anytime I choose. In exchange I will keep you safe while you remain in hell. "

A favor. That wasn't that bad. Maybe that would be okay.

The air was thick and the lights flickered on and off.

" Do we have a deal?"

[ncillary]

Self Aware AU (Caleb)

Summary: You have the lowest Affinity with Caleb. The reason is because you hated him. Once. You hated yourself more as you, MC, were the cause his wings clipped, grounded. He should soar freely in the sky among clouds. You want him to forget about MC. Forget all the pain and the intense spiralling he went through much worse than the black hole he made. You will create his safe haven this time.

Note: Japanese dub, English sub

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Masterlist Self Aware AU

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Day two of maintenance

"There's a whole nest behind the boxes???"

"Yeah, you're right. I'm glad my staff won't be here for a week. Got to air the store out."

The night rolling in. You were drying your hair as you sat at the sofa, finally got the time to properly log into the game.

"Hey, Caleb. Just let me finish the Daily Task. Tomorrow's going to be another busy day."

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Day four of maintenance

*Cough* *Cough*

"Ah, I'm sorry for bothering your work. I was just curious. I'll be stepping back now."

"So that's where that thing had been missing. Hahaha... Thanks for finding it."

"Thank you for coming. I'll be seeing you guys in another six months for the follow up service, right?"

The staff smiled and bowed as you did the same before locking the door. Climbing up the stairs, you went straight to the nice looking couch. The phone that had been warming up in your pocket could finally breathe. Familiar music played.

"Hey, Caleb. Just Daily again. Nite~"

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Day five of maintenance

"The first toilet is between those bookshelves. The second toilet is in the Male Staff room and the third one in the Female Staff room."

*Bling*

"Hello? Oh. Wrong phone. Oh. Stamina. Thanks, Caleb. Right. I haven't eaten lunch yet."

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Day seven of maintenance

"Yes. Those lights sometimes flickered. Is everything alright? Need a change? Okay then. Proceed with it. Please check other lights too. Thank you."

"The plugs are all in good condition. Thank goodness."

It was a routine now for you to lounge around in the living room with the game before you went to sleep.

*Yawn*

Chuckling, "Changing career from pilot to baker, huh. Nice cake top hat, by the way."

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Day nine of maintenance

"Thank you for your hard work. Have a nice day."

You waved off towards the worker in gratefulness then you stepped inside your store.

You started cleaning some of the spots after the workers. The messiest you saw. Other spots would be done another day. Maybe you'd take your staff's offer to help.

You shook your head as you climbed the stairs to your apartment.

"It's better to let them work on a work day. I'll schedule a major clean up once the vacation is over."

You let out a long exhaled as you walked into your humble abode. It was tiring but at least everything was done.

Once you finished showering, you launched yourself heavily on the couch. It was the best couch to catch your tired body in its embrace.

The game was loading it's usual screen then flickered to the familiar face. You gave small smile.

"Hey, apple core. Cheer me up, will ya'. I'm sleepy but I need to complete the Daily Task."

You commented loosely before quickly getting with the tasks and done in just under three minutes.

He was standing there in the cafe as if waiting for you to finish up.

"Nite~ Caleb~" You drawled your words with a smile before exiting and slept with the phone on your stomach.

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"You've worked hard. Rest. If only I could be there with you."

His hand was cupping on a spot where your cheek was there a second ago.

"Sweet dreams, my navigator."

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After ten satisfying days of overseeing the long-awaited maintenance on your precious building, your bookstore was up and about in no time. It just needed a new breath of decoration to celebrate the refurbished form of it.

Your staff was excited to step into the familiar threshold but in a better condition. They also suggested a lot of things to improve the interior design since cleaning was due after the maintenance.

After two weeks of closing the store, you were brimming with joy as you stood outside it. Your staff had told you to wait outside for their finishing touch.

*TRING* *DLING*

"Welcome, miss. May we entice you with our bookstore?"

Two staff opened the door for you and one of them acted as the host for you. Chuckling, you stepped into the building. You looked around but it was the same as how you all had decorated together. Confused, you turned to them.

They stopped giggling before pointing above you. You gasped. It was a swirling of the galaxy and probably the Milky Way. Some of the planets were in 3D form, dangling in its place by the solar system. The sun was depicted by the embedded ceiling light of the store with design around it to make it stand out from other lights.

They showed you around the extra work they did for the interior part. Tomorrow, the store will finally open for customers. It felt like a grand opening all over again.

"I heard flowers start to fully bloom today."

"You need to see it, Miss."

Your staff said to you before they went back home. The hint was too clear to not miss. You chuckled. After locking the front door, you went deeper into the building.

Stopping in front of the wall, you admired the painting created by your late grandfather. On the left, it was a painting of a tree with swings attached to it. Calm and gentle. On the right, it was a painting of a flower batched. You didn't know what it was called but you do know it smells soothing to you since forever.

Hand touching the long wooden stick under the paintings, sliding it slightly away from the middle. The creaking was barely audible as it opened somewhere. The depiction of the paintings was what you saw as the scenery was basked in the sunlight.

The secret door leading to the garden you had meticulously cared for, taking in your grandfather's footsteps. The familiar scent embraced you. Then, a new addition made you stare at it since it blended so well with the garden.

A hammock.

You walked to it. Caressing it. It looks like your staff left you a comfort gift whenever you hang out in the garden. You smiled gratefully to their surprise.

*BLING*

Your focus turned to your phone. The usual Stamina reminder from none other than your companion these past few days, you noticed. Logging in, you saw him sitting on the sofa. His not so subtle innocent boyish smile hiding behind the book he read. You quickly tapped the Claim button and met him back at the cafe.

"Didn't I decided to have low Affinity with you? Maybe I should deselect you from the choices."

You exited.

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He blinked. Temporary stunned by her words.

"That won't do."

He closed the book. Face determined as he got up.

His mind was gearing together to form plans.

"I need to find a way to get to her." He smirked.

He'll build up a connection with her bits by bits.

Rome wasn't built in a day after all.

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*Bling*

You blinked in confusion.

"I mean... I know he has a separation issue with MC but... what's with him appearing everywhere?"

You looked at the notification. Caleb had conquered your notification reminder these past few days regarding anything about the game.

Incomplete Daily Tasks.

Redeem Stamina Supply. Both time.

Message alert of how he was missing you... MC.

Previously, different boys appeared when the notification reminded you. One might appear twice but not ALL the time like him right now.

"Huh... The new updates must have caused a few bugs since it was a load of updates in one go. Some fans shared that the plum tree was inside the photobooth. There are also missing lanterns and different coloured accessories."

You chuckled as you remembered them.

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He was grinning as today's plan worked well too.

"Should I push my luck a bit?"

Hesitation was definitely eating at him but excitement made him decide to test something out.

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"What in the... What happened to my Daily?"

Each one of the tasks showed that it was done, even the ones that you hadn't even begun yet. You only need 10 points to reach the usual 100. The unbelievable stare of yours noticed one particular task left to do.

"Ah... Deepspace Trials. I guess that's doable..."

You pursed your lips. Today was Zayne and Caleb's turn. But somehow, Zayne's Trial remained unlit. Leaving Caleb as the only available Trial to play. Getting 300 Affinity after each Battle made you avoid Caleb's Trial like a plague.

"Oh well... I'm lazy right now to care about reporting this. Maybe it'll settle on its own before it's over."

You shrugged.

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He hummed as the smile playing on his lips.

"Let's see how long you'll be able to ignore it, pip-squeak."

Patience is a virtue.

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It was late evening and you were restless.

You grumbled, "Okay. That's it. No way I'm just going to sit still and waste my Daily Task like this. I'll show the game bug that it messes with the wrooong person right now."

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*CLICK-BANG*

"Seriously, Flapple... quit it!"

Your focus on the battle was not a hundred percent. It was slowly deterring towards your companion who apparently had the gal to babble at you while flapping around you. Clinging to you. Well... the MC.

"Pip-squeak, focus shooting at two o'clock."

"Let me clear the left flank."

"Wait. Wait. Don't move too far."

*ELIMINATED*

"You've grown so much, pip-squeak."

*Tring* *_300_*

You sighed as you put the phone down. How are you so tired after only one battle?

"Is he always THIS talkative in battle? Or is this one of his perks in Trials? What a load of fanservice."

You got up to recharge yourself. The phone was still in your hold as you reached the kitchen, letting it propped up somewhere safe but still within view. You kinda want a company this evening for your early dinner.

But, of course, you won't be using Quality Time with him. Instead, you opted to see him lounging around in the cafe, more leisure than Work or Study.

Definitely NOT Workout.

You shivered.

Let's change your focus to something else.

Right.

Food.

Spaghetti meatballs sound nice and simple to prepared.

Boil the spaghetti.

Boil the tomatoes.

Put some meatballs in the oven with some sauce and butter scattered.

Mashed the boiled tomatoes in the pan with a few bayleaf and spices along with a few scoops of water taken from the spaghetti pot.

Some accidentally plooped on your hand from being mashed a little stronger than others. You flinched away from the pan in reflex.

"Yikes!"

"Careful!"

You froze. The room was tense. You scooted away.

Farther than the pan. Farther than where you heard the voice from.

Your phone.

Your body was gushing with adrenaline as you looked over. Unmoving.

There he was, standing, looking thoughtful. Just like he did countless times before. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Inch by inch, you stepped closer towards your phone, feeling incredulous.

You were holding it in your hand now. Staring him down with all of the accusations in the world.

*BLUB* *BLUB* *BLUB*

"GAHHH!"

My tomatoes!

My spaghetti!

You ran to your pot.

*PLOP*

Loud gasped.

"MY PHONE!"

Your panicked mind tried to reach your phone that was currently boiling together with your spaghetti. Bare handed.

"Leave it, pip-SQUEAK!"

You jolted away from the pot when you heard the sheer force of the command.

You calmed down quickly. Just realising the situation you're in. The incident that you were barely able to avoid from your own recklessness.

You switch off the fire on both of the stoves. Then you scooped out the boiled phone using the combination of ladle and spatula. Carefully, you placed it on a dry and clean towel.

He was not looking at you. Rather, he was in deep thought.

Hesitantly, you tap him. Once.

Nothing.

Again. One tap.

Nothing.

Your trembling finger accidentally tapped twice on the same spot.

He moved. Robotically. Giving attention to you.

You're breath hitched.

The violet amethyst pair collided with yours. You swear you saw it was more sparkling than usual.

Like gravity pulling into the black hole, you leaned in closer.

*Clang*

You hissed.

You finally realized the throbbing on your right hand. It started to get red. Your left arm made itself known it was hurting too. Must be from the panic mode you were having just moments ago.

But you put your focus back on him.

Slightly hyperventilating.

"Ca-"

*Pling*

Black.

Shocked, you hesitantly push on the power button.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Another blank stare at the phone.

"What in the actual flying crayon just passes my mind to acknowledge how Caleb just saves me... in real life..."

Your heart was calming down. You massaged your temple as you looked around your kitchen.

No more appetite for dinner.

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Small cough to the morning crisp.

A deep exhaled before you stirred.

You took in the ceiling view. Recognising it belongs to your living room, you sat up and leaned all of your groggy body against the backrest of the couch.

You had been taking care of something. A guardian to the one thing that made you keep watch all night long. The one thing that stole your attention the moment you woke up.

Your eyes automatically focus on what's on the coffee table in front of you.

A transparent lunch box with rice grains filling it up.

What took your interest in it was the treasure sleeping inside the grains.

Your boiled phone.

"Haaaaaaa......" You drawled your loud sigh.

You put the lunch box onto your lap. One hand sat leisurely across the lid as your finger making beats mindlessly on it.

*Pap* *Tap* *Pap* *Tap*

*Tap* *Pap*

*Tap* *Pap* *Tap* *Tap*

*Tap*

*Pap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

Your thoughts were travelling far. Should you find a professional to help with it? Repair? Or salvage what could be salvageable? New phone?

You were sad about it but there was nothing you could do now.

"-sigh- Maybe it's better this way. At least it's not my work phone. With it being unusable, I might get some sanity back."

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*Trling* *Ding*

You released the breath you held when you tried to switch on your phone after its impromptu hot spring dip then straight to therapeutic rice grains spa.

The hack about rice grains was really working. You were a bit sceptical about it when you laid your phone in the lunch box full of rice grains.

Burying it to let it live.

Irony and similar to someone you know.

It was also a good tip to follow by leaving it in the grains for 24-hour before turning it on. You really owed it to the person who shared it.

*Bling*

"What is it this time?" You said as you anxiously read the notification.

*LOW BATTERY*

"Oh, right..."

You walked away to your room to get your charger. Returning seconds later to the living room as you laid down the phone on the table, connecting it warily.

It worked.

Another exhaled in relief.

Your eyes blinked.

Determination gleaming behind them.

Now... on to address the elephant in the room.

Otome game icon. Tap.

Load. Enter. Tap.

It was not him sitting on the sofa. You quickly went to the character selection to force him out.

There he was. Wearing the casual grey with black rope lining the chest to arms.

You tap.

No respond.

Unmoving.

You tap him again and again but the same thing happened. So you went back to the main screen to try something else only for the screen to flash and he was suddenly sitting.

You were staring straight to the innocent looking character in the game who was now scrolling on the holographic screen.

It feels like the pair of violet amethyst was avoiding yours, intentionally.

It reminded you of the amusement park scene where MC avoided his approach then he said something while being so close to her.

"Coward."

You smirked.

Laughing tiredly to all of the ridiculousness of this situation, you mindlessly tapped on the screen.

The sparkle of your touch encircle the flowers far from him.

Whoops. Let me try again to-

"It doesn't matter where you wander off to. You'll always find your way back to me."

"...what..."

Why was there a prompt? Shouldn't you need to touch him, tap on him, for it to appear?

Long silent stare.

You sighed.

"How can it be so out of sync. So it IS bugging. It was so bad too."

You leaned back to your couch, leaving the phone on the table.

"I must be exhausted last night to conjure up Caleb's voice in my survival mode."

You breathe out heavily.

"I think my desperation did this. Wanting to pull the chip out so you'll forget MC. Destroy any threat coming at you. Let you soar freely in your safe haven."

The breeze playing with your hair as if to ease your scattering mind.

"I WILL create your safe heaven."

The hands clutched together in certainty.

"That's my promise to you for as long as I'm here."

A meaningful stare.

"Hmhh... hahahaha..." You chuckled lowly.

The tense you exuded gone instantly.

"Heh. What am I doing? I think I've spiralled enough."

You tiredly laid down, releasing all the stress your body had been holding from last night. Sighing slowly to the beats of your heart.

Your eyes dropped.

Your breathing was even.

Your mouth ajar.

You're about to go into deep sleep.

Not having the energy to go to bed, you once again occupied the couch and its embrace.

Caleb.

As much as he did this to you, he also had undeniably become one of your solace.

Sweet dreams, apple core.

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Light snore. No sound of shuffling. The night light seemed to envelope the sleeping figure warmly as she was pressing her body close to the backrest of the sofa.

He moved. Prayed she won't wake up anytime soon.

"Sorry for surprising you."

He walked to the screen even though he could only see the ceiling. Your house's ceiling. That was enough for him to know he was in your personal space.

"I'll behave. But I don't think I can anymore."

He craved you.

"I promise you'll see me everyday when I get back to you, my lil' beacon."

His pair of violet amethyst turned to a deep colour with such gravity to pull anything in.

"THIS is MY PROMISE to YOU and I intend to keep it for 100 years to come."

Pulling you in.

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[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Their Girl For The Night ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧˖° Summary: Imagine sitting on the ground just outside the tiefling party, your back pinned to Zevlor’s chest as he keeps you locked in place while Halsin eats you out as if you were his last me…

✧˖° Pairings: Halsin x F!Reader/Tav x Zevlor

✧˖° Content: NSFW - Cunnilingus - Halsin Eats You Out So Well - Zevlor Holds You In Place - Anal - Vaginal Sex - Squirting - Big Dick Halsin & Zevlor

✧˖° Notes: This is pure smut, I had the idea while horny for Zevlor now please enjoy and be horny with me hahaha xoxo

Zevlor’s arms hold you firm against his chest, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, his breath hot against your neck, “Such a pretty thing, you are.” His tail finds its way up your outer thigh, slowly dragging across your skin before stoping at your stomach- the tip of it tracing slow little circles around your belly button.

You writhe and buck against Zevlor, desperate to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, “Ngh~ S’Zevy~ Mngh~~~!!!” Your words slurred, a jumble of half made syllables that were barely comprehensible, “I- Mah~ My~ c-Can’t~ Haaa!!!!”

“You can,” Zevlor moves to nip and lap at the nape of your neck, his horns scraping light patterns against your cheek, “and you will.”

Halsin chuckles, his breath ghosting over your wet sex, his hands kneading into your thighs, his tongue flicking and pressing against your clit with expert precision before diving his skilled tongue back inside your weeping hole.

Your back arches against Zevlor, a loud whorish moan falling from your parted lips, a thick line of drool slowly trickling down your chin, eyes lidded and glazed with lust.

You could feel Zevlor’s cum seeping from your stretched asshole, prior to Halsin getting his paws on you, Zevlor had bent you over the side of a fallen tree and fucked you like his own personal cumdump…

- The feeling of his calloused hands roaming over every inch of you, groping and fondling and squeezing, his mouth biting and sucking and licking, his tongue teasing and tasting, his cock ramming into you, his balls slapping against you with every rough thrust, his tail twirling and flicking your clit. You were a mess by the time Zevlor was finished, and when he came inside you, he took special care to push it all deep within you- he wanted his cum to be trapped inside you, not wanting a single drop to escape. The hellrider wanted to know that you’d be leaking his cum each step you took the next day. -

A hard bite against the sensitive flesh of your clit snaps you from your thoughts.

“FH~!!!! Noooo~!!! Hal-Halsin~!!! Ah~! T-too w’rou-rough” Your eyes screw shut as tears prick the corners of your eyes, “Zev~ pllllleaa~se- itz too mu-ch-“

“Look at the way your juices spill out from you, my dear- the way they coat his face. The way your thighs quake, the way your hips jolt, as if well as the way your toes curl, it is all so lovely.” Zevlor pulls and twists one of your nipples, just enough to send another wave of pleasure crashing over you, the waves of your impending orgasm threatening to drown you.

Halsin’s eyes watched your face, drinking in your every expression, memorizing each sound, taking in the way your body quivered and writhed and twisted under his touch, how you were coming apart at the seams.

He wanted to hear you scream, wanted everyone to hear how you were claimed tonight and enjoyed the pleasures he could give.

Taking the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, his tongue laving and massaging the sensitive nub, his nose pressed against your pelvis- inhaling the intoxicating musky scent that was only you. His fingers plunged into your dripping sex, curling and pressing and scissoring, the slick sounds of his fingers thrusting into you were loud and filthy.

He felt the way your walls fluttered and twitched, the telltale sign of your incoming orgasm.

Releasing your clit from his mouth, his hand replaced his tongue, the other hand pulling his fingers from you, and in a quick motion, his fingers were shoved back inside you, and a third was added, curling them upwards, pressing into your plush walls, “Let it go- cum for us my heart, allow us both to taste your sweet nectar.”

Your eyes were wide, the feeling of the sudden stretch, the sensation of his fingers pressing and curling against your sweet spot, the command that came from Halsin… Your vision goes white and your entire body seizes up- a long, loud moan falling from your open mouth, and your release soaks his hand, coating his palm, his wrist, his arm, his chin, his mouth…

He drinks you in like a man dying of thirst, the sweet ambrosia coating his throat. He doesn't stop until you beg for him to, tears staining your flushed cheeks, “Please- P-pleeease… n-no m-more… t-too m-much~ a-aahhhhhh~~ Z-Z-Zevy~~~ Halllsinnn~!”

Another wave of pleasure rushes through you, a dry orgasm from Halsin suckling on your overly sensitive clit, his tongue swiping the little bud one last time before pulling away, his fingers leaving you with an obscene pop.

You were a sweaty, sticky, panting, shaking, and crying mess… It felt as if you were going to pass out, the world around you spinning and swirling.

You were dimly aware of the movement behind you, rustling and pulling you into his lap, into Zevlor’s lap. His cock already hard and rutting against your still sensitive pussy.

The feeling of Zevlor pushing into causes a pathetic whine to fall from your mouth. Your hips pulled flush against his, his cock buried to the hilt, the tip kissing the entrance to your womb, “Ngh, Zev~ Haaaaaaaa~ too much, it's- hhaaaa- so good- fuuuuuckk- but too- too much, t-tooooooo m-much. M-mooore~!”

His tail wrapped around your thigh, spreading your legs wider granting Halsin better access…

The Druid positioned himself at your already stuffed hole, the tip of his cock pushing inside of you, the head of his large cock attempting to slip in and stretching the sensitive ring of muscles…

You weren’t sure who spiked the three of yours drinks with one of Ethel’s potions, but you were thankful they did. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be to fucked out tomorrow so you can find and thank whoever it was..

[yanderefarm]

I read something yesterday and I was thinking...

I love the idea of us being absolutely horrible to our boys Yan, but I'm missing their craziness a little (and they're not already kind of crazy)

BUT imagine: After a lot of small talk in a random bar, Yan is slowly losing all his self-control.

He came in the tightest, most revealing and sluttiest outfit he has, why haven't you jumped on him and fucked his needy little hole yet!? He came ready for it!!

Imagine that here we don't have anything serious with them (yet), but they know you want them! They can see it, you just need a little push, that's for sure.

So he drugs us. At first it was just a little thing, a little bit in your drink, nothing too serious, until he saw how much more relaxed, relaxed and... approachable you became.

Then he took you to a dark corner and started sticking syringes in your arm - what? He's a man prepared, of course I would bring something like this!

the rest is history, just a brainless idiot darling with an absolute hard-on - what the hell did yan give him?? no one knows, all we know is that it worked and that yan will love every second of what comes next...

after this you won't be able to say you don't love him, you attacked him last night, deal with the consequences and take care of him!

anyway, I wrote this thinking about Ares, for me this suits him hahaha (and MAYBE in ftm too, you know, tying you to him with a baby and stuff...

damn this got way longer than I expected, but I hope you got the idea, and feel comfortable ignoring it if you want😞 love youuu

cw;; violence towards reader, noncon (towards reader)

i can 100% see this with ares or noemie or even nephite.

getting you to fuck them in the alley and taking pictures of it to blackmail you. you have to take responsibility.

honestly yeah we need more of the yans taking out their crazy on the reader and not other people.

drugging you, locking you up, threatening you all because they looove you.

ares would be inviting you out to drinks. maybe in this version you have reservations about sleeping with a married man but you still want to be his friend. he can't stand that though. he can't stand that you like him. that you want him. but you're too scared. so one night when you go out together he drugs your drinks, he takes your stumbling body to the alleyway and despite your state you still reject him. "you're so pretty.... but mark." give him a break. its ok!! he brought more. he injects the aphrodisiacs right into your tongue and soon you're more dizzy with lust. and of course blackmail. if you just keep fucking him like an animal he won't show his husband that you forced yourself on him.

nephite too like being allowed to come out to the city for a date and he's supposed to be so well behaved but it's you. he loves you. he knows you're supposed to be the one he marries!! he stole some medicine from the church, he knows it's bad but it won't be once he brings you home. but you're being so respectful of him and his religion. honestly how dare you make him fall in love with you even more!!! on your date he just slips a little something into your drink, even he doesn't know what it is but it makes alphas crazy. you bring him back to your apartment and when you wake up he has a bunch of bruises and scratches and pictures of them. he's crying. you ruined him now the cult is going to throw him out if you don't marry him!!

and for noemie i think it would be college au and he's certain that you're the killer he's been lusting after. he just needs you to open up. its an accident! he thought these were supposed to just loosen you up he didn't expect it to make you so desperate. he's not going to deny a gift like this though. he ties you to your desk and rides you for hours and only once he's literally dripping cum does he think that he should take pictures to make it look like you came onto him. he has to stage it and then take a bunch of pictures of himself. now you have to stay with him because he knows your secret and he can ruin your career!!

[with-my-murder-flute]

I'm still kind of puzzled at the people who think Thara was confused about whether Iäna was into him.

I think he knows. That the answer is yes. That's why he freaked out so hard.

And like, he's Thara, so he was definitely open to the possibility that he was wrong and Iäna didn't like him. Outing and embarrassing himself to no purpose would be bad.

But the scarier answer (and the one he wants) is yes. In which case his first reaction is: "I would be trapped into having to insist that he had made a terrible mistake and having to leave."

He's not some big dummy who doesn't know what gay sex is. He's had previous relationships. There's a reason the possibility occurred to him!

I think this is him being scarred. And scared. He absolutely knows that his society, religion, vocation, and hierarchical superiors all deplore marnae. And on top of that, he has very personal trauma that says initiating intimacy with a man is a great way to kill him.

To have a forbidden relationship, you need to give society the appearance of plausible deniability. Oh, we're not gay, haha; there's some other totally believable reason for what we're doing. Just bros! Gal pals! Hahaha.

Thara specifically says: “And was that denial the truth? Had he recognized my alarm? Or was he denying preemptively so that he didn’t have to admit the truth, either?”

The truth is that he's been gone on Iäna since their very first meeting. And he suspects that the truth is, Iäna's into him too.

It's a possibility he isn't closed off from, but rather, one he is choosing to turn around and walk backwards into. It's a practiced form of self-deception, an incremental movement towards something so frightening and painful that he instinctively flinches back from it.

What he did, by not asking, was keep the opportunity open. Because he was having fucking panic attacks over the very idea of it, and manifestly not able to seize it right there, right then. And then kept coming back to Iäna while their denials got steadily less plausible.

In other words, it's exposure therapy. He's deliberately and methodically exposing himself to the thing that scares the shit out of him. It's the same thing as choosing to make his pilgrimage to the top of the Sanctuary's roof when the stairs are scary, he doesn't like heights, he already finds its gardens restful, and he goes there all the frigging time to see Ulzhavar. It's not comfortable! It's not necessary! But he's very very good at forcing himself into situations other people would run from.

Maybe I'm just too much into queer trauma and self-deception and navel-gazing and this is basically equivalent to being a big dummy in other people's books. But what I see in his relationship with Iäna is Thara playing a chess game against himself. And Iäna is the prize.