#its not even hell thats just all there is

[neptilius]

MR.STEALYOURGIRL

synopsis; satoru gojo takes his role as your work husband seriously

cw ; unprotected , p in v, pussy eating, cheating, probably spelling errors, minors dni!!!

“no phones we aint even gotta talk”

being satoru's work-wife while you have a whole husband at home was a blessing and a curse. you knew what you were getting yourself into and the consequences that would follow but what doesn't help, is when he forgets his place. all the times he almost got you caught up without a care in the world if your husband found out how he fucks you like an animal in heat during your lunch breaks, business dinners, when you stay after hours to make 'deadlines’. he wants you all to himself and you don't miss the dark look in his eyes every time you tell him to back off when its time for you to go home to your husband.

he doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t know how to please you the way satoru does, hell he doesnt even eat pussy…he doesn’t take the time to buy you flowers or even pretend he’s interested in the things you like anymore. you were emotionally checked out and couldn’t find the so called love you had for your husband anymore and it didn’t take much for you to call satoru over the second your husband left for his work trip overseas.

“fuck your so pretty,” he groaned in your ear softly nibbling on your helix as he rubbed his thumb over your right nipple through your thin nightgown and grinding his clothed erection on your sopping cunt.

“toru’ need you so bad.” you mewled at the way he rolled his hips into you. eagerly grazing your manicured nails over his abs.

“gotta prep you first sweetheart.” he moved to the edge of the bed and pulled you down by your ankles to meet him. strong arms pushing your thighs apart as he littered kisses on your hard clit earning soft moans from you.

he glanced up at you, cerulean eyes glazed over with lust. “look at you already falling apart for me, sweetheart. it’s like your body knows who it belongs to.” pressing a french kiss to your mound, making your breath hitch.

“toru…” you whimpered , hips involuntarily bucking against his face.

“patience, baby. gotta take my time with you. can’t have you thinking he ever had a chance.”

the mention of your husband sending a wave of anxiety through your stomach; but it dissipated the moment satoru’s tongue slipped into your entrance, curling and flicking in ways that had your toes curling.

your head fell back against the comforter under you, fingers threaded in his white locks as he devoured you like a starved man. he didnt let up, sucking and licking until your thighs trembled around his head, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

“fuck, toru- gonna-“ you start but was cut off by the waves of pleasure that surged through your body, leaving you breathless and arching off the bed.

he pulled back just enough to watch you , his chin glistening with your juices as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “thats my girl. so fucking perfect for me.”

without missing a beat, he stood up, unbuckling his belt. his cock strained against his boxers, the outline making your mouth water.

“lemme remind you why you don’t need anyone but me.” he murmured, leaning down to press a sear kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.

pulling his boxers down to free himself , your breath hitched at the sight of him—thick, long, and already leaking for you. he gripped the base, teasing the tip along your still-sensitive folds, spreading your slick over his length with a low groan.

“look at you, sweetheart. always so ready for me,” he muttered, his voice rough and dripping with desire. he leaned down, capturing your lips in another deep kiss as he slowly pushed into you, stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out.

a choked moan escaped your throat, your fingers digging into his biceps as he held still for a moment, savoring the way your walls clenched around him. “fuck, you feel so good… better than i remembered,” he hissed, pulling back slightly before thrusting back in, making you cry out.

just as the rhythm of his hips picked up, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. the sound made your eyes snap open, heart pounding as you reached for it, but satoru caught your wrist, pinning it above your head.

“leave it,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear as he thrust into you harder, making the bed creak beneath you.

“i-i can’t,” you stammered, your voice breathy and trembling. “it’s… my husband.”

his movements stilled for a moment, a dark grin spreading across his face as he glanced at the glowing screen. “perfect timing. answer it.”

“what?” you whispered, panic and arousal swirling in your chest.

“you heard me,” he said, leaning down to nip at your collarbone. “answer it. let’s see how good you are at pretending.”

the phone buzzed again, the vibrations seeming louder in the tense silence. with a shaky hand, you grabbed it, swiping to answer and bringing it to your ear. “h-hello?” you managed, your voice uneven.

“hey, beautiful ,” your husband’s voice came through the line, warm and unsuspecting. “just wanted to check in on you. how’s everything at home?”

satoru smirked, shifting his hips to thrust into you slowly, dragging along your walls in a way that made it nearly impossible to hold back a moan. your free hand flew to his shoulder, nails digging in as you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood.

“it’s… fine,” you lied, your voice strained as you tried to keep it steady. “everything’s fine. h-how’s your trip?”

“it’s good,” your husband replied, oblivious to the way satoru was rocking into you now, his thrusts deep and deliberate. “just busy, you know how it is. i miss you, though.”

your breath hitched as satoru leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “tell him you miss him too,” he whispered, his voice laced with dark amusement.

“i… i miss you too,” you choked out, your eyes squeezing shut as you fought to keep your composure.

satoru chuckled softly, his pace quickening as he angled his hips to hit that spot that made you see stars. you bit down on your knuckle, desperate to muffle the sounds threatening to escape.

“i’ll be home in a few days,” your husband continued, his tone cheerful. “we should plan a date night or something, just the two of us.”

“y-yeah,” you stammered, your voice trembling as your body tensed beneath satoru’s relentless thrusts. “that… sounds s-so good.”

satoru’s hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that sent shockwaves through your body. your legs trembled as you struggled to hold back the orgasm building deep in your core.

“well, i won’t keep you,” your husband said. “just wanted to hear your voice. i love you.”

satoru’s grin widened as he mouthed the words, say it back.

“i… i love you too,” you whispered, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue as satoru thrust into you one last time, sending you over the edge.

you barely managed to hang up before the phone slipped from your hand, your body shaking with the force of your release. satoru didn’t stop, riding out your orgasm with a smug look on his face.

“good girl,” he purred, leaning down to kiss you softly. “you did so well.”

the phone lay forgotten on the nightstand as he flipped you over onto your stomach, pressing his chest to your back. “now, let’s see how long it takes for you to forget all about him.”

[missdynamighttt]

This is not a request or anything like that, I just wanted to know which MHA guys would be willing to have a threesome, as canon and as less OOC as possible in your opinion!

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ FINALLY FINALLY OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH NONNIE. THE REQUESTS I GET ARE NICE BUT THEY ARE KINDA OOC AND PURE ON HARDCORE PORN IM NOT SURE IM USED TO YET.

NO TO THREESOME:

katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, tenya iida

honestly? i get these requests but i dont believe they'd be into that or want to do it. its a nice thought but its more that they just want you all to themselves.

they dont believe in sharing. plus, with the lack of intimacy they grew up with, it took AWHILE before yall have mindblowing sex. they won't let another person see how beautiful you look, when its supposed to be all for him.

its more of an ego thing for katsuki. even if you wanted to, his pride couldn't take it. besides, he can take care of you all by himself. he doesn't need another dick, or even a dildo to have you screaming and crying out in pleasure. and if it was a girl, he'd probably just ignore her anyway.

"sure as hell ain't sharin' you, sugar, thats for sure. tch, c'mere, gimme a kiss. i'll show you why my dick's all you need. gonna fuck these stupid ideas outta that pretty little head of yours."

meanwhile, shoto and iida is just reluctant. like i mentioned, it took you awhile in the relationship before hes fucking you so good. it also just feels weird when another person sees him like that, when its only all for you to see.

"my love... as... exciting, as the idea is, i don't think i like it. is that okay? i'm sorry. i'll make it up to you. now spread these legs for me, c'mon. i'll eat you out real good, i promise."

WILLING TO TRY:

sero hanta, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku

they wouldn't say outright no but not outright yes either. they're reluctant because another person would see you all vulnerable like that but the idea of bringing you more pleasure gets his dick really hard.

"it.. depends who its with, mi amor. i dont like it but i don't hate it. let's make a list, yeah? narrow it down and shit and we'll see." (y'all end up picking denki.)

"that's.. not what i was expecting. don't get me wrong, i don't hate it. its hot but its a little weird, y'know what i mean? okay, good. who to ask? bakugo would kill me... mina? she would too. but i'll ask." (she said hell yeah)

"oh! um... sure, why not? i'm not sure who we could ask, though.. maybe kacchan? oh! or, uraraka-san maybe. i'll call him and you call her." (both of them said yes but y'all decided on katsuki. you got drunk on both of their dicks real good.)

YES TO THREESOME:

denki kaminari

i think y'all know why he says yes. this man is kinky as shit, no denying that. he's a pervert but he's not a maniac like mineta. the image of you all fucked out taking on 2 cocks or kissing another woman while you're bouncing on his cock and he's eating her out.. its hot.

the challenging thing here was finding someone who was willing to have a threesome with him though. the person who ended up saying yes was sero. i imagine using both of their quirks to real good use, like bondage or shocking your needy clit.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. yeah? you like getting fucked by that, don't cha? c'mon baby, fuck his cock like you mean it, c'mon."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[odearly]

pt 2 - habits (stay high)

without me? - halsey

⟡ summary: Being a fairly well known K-pop idol was difficult, especially when you're hiding a consuming drug problem. A drug problem you and su-bong shared, and after an article gets made about your habits your entire career comes crashing down. Su-bong leaves you in the dust to avoid getting caught in the crossfire of Korean media, but when you meet again in the squid games can you really trust him to be on your side even now?

⟡ warnings: angst, drugs, no happy ending.... unless, typical squid game violence

You were a star, destined for greatness when Korean tabloids shot you out of the sky. Your boyfriend, su-bong who had achieved a rap career after you openly promoted him to your record deal and fans did nothing to try and support you after your scandal.

"I can't be seen with you anymore! What if they try to drug test me too?" Su-bong said, arguing with you after having to have a meeting about letting you go from the album they were making together.

"Really? Really Su-bong? You're kicking me to the curb after everything we've been through?" You were angry, rightfully so.. you just watched all of your income slowly get drained out of your account with lawsuits from brand deals saying you 'ruined their image'.

"You're being selfish! I can't ruin my career over your dumb decisions!" Su-bong argued back, he had a tone that did nothing but break your heart and you didn't know how to handle this loss aswell as the loss of your career.

"MY dumb decisions? Are you fucking kidding me Su-bong? You're as much of a drug addict as me!" You snapped back, venom lacing your tone from complete anger, shame and hurt from this argument.

"I'm not getting caught like you though am I?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in question. He really didn't care.. or atleast thats how it seems.

You shook your head with a scoff, walking off to the shared bedroom they have. You grabbed one of the Prada duffel bags he'd bought you years ago for one of your birthdays, shoving as many clothes as you can fit into the bag and putting it over her shoulder. You gave him one last chance to say he didn't mean it, looking at him for a moment in silence. Your eyes looked like they were about to well up in tears but you blinked them back, Su-bong stayed silent. He didn't utter a word as you walk out the door, watching you drive away in his Cadillac to one of your high school friend's houses.

now here you were, laying in the shitty bunk beds that were provided for each of the contestants of these fucked up games. desperately craving a pill, needing a release from your mind begging your thoughts to stop for even a moment. your thoughts wont stop, they wouldn't after watching nearly a hundred people die in a game of red light, green light.

you sat up in the uncomfortable bed giving the room a small once over as you notice a mop of purple joking around with a shoulder length black haired man in the corner. you couldn't believe your eyes.. why was he here too? was he in debt? a million questions came to her mind before the biggest one... did he have pills?

you were staring so long you didn't even notice the black haired man that was sitting beside him pointing a questioning finger at you, causing su-bong to lock eyes with you.

as soon as he saw you the color drained from his face, worry immediately washing over him as she turned around and tried to put together his thoughts.

it was only a couple minutes later before he pulled himself up and walked over to your bunk.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone sounding angry with a hint of worry.

"Why do you care?" You snapped back with a sting of a million bees. If looks could kill, the glare you were sending through his soul could certainly knock him out at least.

"What the hell do you mean? You can't be here, its not safe!" Su-bong exclaimed slightly slurring his words as he spoke, his voice was all too familiar when he got upset and high like this.

You looked at his eyes, looking at the dilated new moons in his eyes. He was still on drugs, that much was certain.

"Obviously i'm here for money, i'm not really finding jobs out there with multiple lawsuits i can't afford to pay for." you snark back sharply, scoffing in disbelief at his audacity.

Your words sobered him up, reminding him of the outside world and what he had waiting for him aswell.. debts and his own suffering after you were gone.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed in frustration that he'd now be competing against you. "Listen.. okay.. I'm sorry for how things went down between us but you need to stick by me. I'll get us out!"

You stayed silent for a moment, almost genuinely considering his offer but you couldn't trust him anymore. His word meant nothing after he abandoned you when you needed him.

"I don't need your help or your pity, su-bong. Go find another girl to prey on for their fame this time." You turned around in your bed, officially ending the conversation with him.

You heard him scoff and the tip tapping of his shoes as he walked off. You didn't understand why he wanted to be so protective now when he certainly didn't feel like protecting you before.

The night came quickly after voting you had voted stay because the current 9.1 billion won split between over 300 players wouldn't fix the issues you came here to solve. Dinner passed by in a blur and Su-bong didn't try to speak to you for the rest of the day.

When the lights went out you tried to sleep but your restlessness was not aided by the stiffness of the bed or the thought of possibly dying tomorrow in the next game. You did eventually fall asleep though, after your thoughts got too exhausting and you finally felt your eyes getting heavy.. bracing yourself for the moment you wake up and have to play another game.

a-n: first time posting one of my stories lmk if u like it. this song is literally so him coded!! next chapter will be more fluffy 🫡

[enchantedsword]

i read to many wukong somehow ends up human/mostly human the same way mk does, deaged/amnesia and sick wukong fics and now i want to make one thats a mix of all three, i dont have much but i do have a little.

basically wukong caught the nine headed demon trying to wake and take mk, he tried to stop him but the resulting fight ended in wukongs powers and memories being sealed and regressed in age, the nine headed demon leaves them both in the city, where the eventually are found by pigsy and tang(who are married), wukongs is the same age as mk so its assumed they are half demon twins, since mk looks pretty much fully human, while wukong still has his tail and his peach shaped face mark.

as for the sick wukong part of this, i was thinking since his powers are sealed, i think his immortality is also sealed(i dont know how just pretend it makes sense), a lot of his past injuries have reared up and cause a lot of health problems, the furnace resulting in eye problems making him need glasses, along with lung problems, immune system problems caused buy 500 years under a mountain and being fed molten copper, plus the malnutrition, and highly intense migraines caused by of the circlet

they find out about these medical issues shortly after pigsy and tang takes them both in, it caused a bit of trauma for everyone, and a long string of doctor and hospital visits, never really getting a clear diagnosis, but always being told not to expect a long life for him. wukong grows up with a lot of love and support, but he does have a lot of guilt and self conscience issues about being a burden medically and financially. they also found out early on that his body cant handle hot foods or meats. pigsy and sandy make up for their fight a lot sooner then in canon due to sandy training service cats, and they have get one for wukong.

what no one realizes is that wukong is on a time limit, if they dont unlock his powers at least then he will eventually die because of his health problems

wukong is still his hyperactive and impulsive self(he is definitely audhd) but he does have a lot of limitations due to his health and hes weak because of it(and the fact his powers are sealed), he is howeververy agile and loves to do parkour when hes actually feeling well enough. hes obviously a lot kinder due to being raised by tang and pigsy and growing up with mk, he is still a little shit and a bit of a prankster, never cruel ones though. a little socially awkward since his constant health problems and resulting doctors and hospital visits caused him to miss out on school a lot growing up, mei and mk being his only friends. they met mei around the time they started school, mei being the only one willing to interact with the sick kid and his overprotective brother. pigsy and tang tend to hover a lot, even tho they do try to give wukong independence and encourage mk to have his own outside of wukong. the twins did grow up loving the stories of journey to the west, mks favorite character the story being wukong obviously, but wukongs favorite ends up being both tripitaka and the six eared macaque, i subscribe to the headcanon the wukong views tripitaka as a parental figure and obviously im a shadowpeach shipper.

at the time of canons start wukong is in the hospital due to a scare from a serious case of pneumonia, hes not released until around the time macaque shows up, and yeah everyone from wukongs past knows who he is or has suspicions on who he is, there are a lot of assumptions ranging from hes pretending to not know anything and "playing human" to something happened and he was reincarnated, all in all it takes a long time for all of them(mk and crew included) to realize that with all his powers and immortalies sealed that he will actually die. i really dont have a plan for how any of these confrontations and meetings would go, but i know its all gonna be angsty as hell. also lots of hurt comfort on all sides.

im not sure if i want to keep his name wukong or something with like xiaoyang or something with yang in it, either way his nickname would be sunny(i know its overdone im sorry i like it), im also throwing my headcanons in that hes trans and uses he/they pronouns. i even have a sort of idea of what he would look like by the start of canon, i love long haired haired wukong, so his hair is about shoulder length or a bit past, his outfit is a yellow hoodie with a macaque emblem on the back(boy has a crush and doesnt hide it) a pink skirt(cause i think that would be his favorite color) black leggings because he moves around a lot, and im not sure if i want to give him shoes or have him refuse to wear them. wukong, mk and mei are all about 19/20 around the start of canon.

i think thats everything, if i remember anything else ill just edit this post here

EDIT: i should probably go to bed but someone reminded me of the name shihou(thank you btw,i forget things easily) and now i have a cute/funny little scenario stuck in my head, we all know pigsy is the one that called mk monkie kid when he was found and adding wukong to that pigsy just names him sunny, tang however being the voice of reason on names gives them the legal names of qi xiaotian and qi shihou, named the baby monkey after the baby monkey cause he couldnt think of anything else and he loves jttw and hey if pigsy can name the more human looking one monkie kid and then he can get away with naming one shihou, they both still go by mk and sunny most of the time tho

[nieceeee]

“I WONT BITE UNLESS YOU LIKE.”

P/N: Ony’s life was everything he dreamed it would be. His dream career. A community he loved and who loved him. He had it all. So how the hell did he end up damn near losing everything when he met you?...

AN: This took on a mind of its own. There will be a part two... Yeah... footballplayer!ony x vampiresuccubus!reader, blood mentioned, biting, NSFW so minors DNI, fem reader, I think thats all. dont ask me why, just enjoy lol

WC: 5.4K

Onyankopon was living the life of his dreams.

A first round draft pick running back for one of the top teams in the NFL. Every day he woke up, he was living life on the edge. The grueling practices, the preseasons, the traveling. It was exhausting but exhilarating and there was nothing more that could take the joy away from him. His life was simple. Wake up, Eat, Football, Repeat. Simple

Until he met you.

The night he saw you was the night everything changed and the world he knew would come to a complete halt. One simple act of kindness set him on a path he never thought existed and one he could never escape.

That night, the alley.

After another amazing win, Only and the team decided to go out and celebrate. Drinks flowed over the waves of the music in the hole in the wall bar that they loved to frequent. Everyone was having the time of their lives..well almost everyone. Between the thumping of the bass and the bodies colliding with one another, Ony’s head was spinning rapidly. He needed to breathe. A quick step outside just to clear my head was what he told himself as he pushed the heavy door and walked up the alley steps to get outside. It was supposed to be just a short breather and he would be back in before anyone realized he was gone. But as he walked a bit away from the entryway taking deep breaths, his brisk break was cut short by a strange, almost whimpering sound from around the corner alley.

At first he assumed he was hearing things. “It must’ve been the wind.” he mumbles under his breath. But then it came again, that broken cry curving around the brick wall he was standing next to. Ony’s pulse thumps in his throat as he inches closer to the direction of the noise. It was stupid, he knew that. Knowing damn well we never go towards the sounds of distress but something was pulling him there. The noise continues as he rounds the corner. Nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. A frail body huddled in the corner against the bricks, shoulders shaking in…fear? The cold? He didn't know but his heart lurched at the sight. As he walks closer he notices more of your features. Your hair is matted, pieces of debris stuck in your tangled mane. Dirt caked under your nails. Your dress a tattered rag of thin cotton. Only’s jaw clenches as he crouches low to meet your eye. “H-hey.” he speaks softly. You jump back at the sound of his voice. “Whoa whoa. It's okay. I-...I just want to help you up.” His hands are stretched out, palms facing you so you can see them. Your eyes stare at him and he can't help but note how beautiful they are even in this state. He slowly drops one hand, turning his palm to the sky, offering you help. You pause a moment but reach out to take it, allowing him to help you stand to your feet. Your legs shark from the weight so he offers more of himself to take the pressure off of you. As he assists you towards the street, he can’t help but notice your beauty in the chaos. Skin that seemed to glow under the moonlight. You were..mesmerizing. It stirs anger in his stomach. How the hell could this have happened?

Your bodies inch closer to the street, leaving the dark corner of the alley behind you. Suddenly, you hunch over in pain, releasing his hand and gripping your stomach as you whine again. “Shit. You okay? Can I h-help you get somewhere?” he stops and lifts you up again, checking you over. You fall in his arms, body weak and exhausted. “F-feed.” your voice comes out weak and raspy. His eyes go as wide as saucers. “I’m sorry?” he asks you, not hearing you clearly. “Feed.” you repeat. “Uh…” He isn’t sure what to do. Your tone is raw, like you’d been screaming but your tone was unique. Mythical. Foreign to his ears. “Feed? I…I’m not sure what you mean.” he looks around. The street was eerily quiet, no bodies moving like it would typically be on a Sunday night after a big win. Had he been in his right mind, Only would’ve realized this earlier but you shifted his focus. His attention is solely yours, the beautiful yet battered woman whose weak grip was on his thick arm. Feed? Is she trying to say she’s hungry? He thinks to himself. “There is a bar around the corner I can get you something to eat there if…” Ony doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before his body is tossed against the cold brick wall.

Before he could blink, you pin him. Your arm presses against his upper chest to hold him in place. Shock washes over his features at the drastic change in your strength. “Wha…what are you doing?” he attempts to push free but you press further, your hand coming up to tilt his head to the side. Your body glimmers as you press against him, running your nose up his neck. You glance up and look into his eyes and he could swear he saw golden spirals twirling in your irises. The intensity sends heat rushing through his blood, skin prickling as an odd sense of euphoria encompasses him. His heart hammers in his chest and confusion sparks in his mind as he feels the warmth of your breath against his skin as you lean forward into the crevice of his neck.

Then a pinch.

The elongated fangs pierce through his chocolatey dermis and his knees almost buckle. “Ah.” He breathes out. He was unable to move. Unable to speak. Time stands still as all of his senses are silenced, a surreal feeling covers his being as his eyes drift up to look at the night sky. It was bluer than he expected, stars shining brighter than before. Ony’s head rests against the wall as you gently pull from him, your power forcing his blood to continue to run hot. You feel your strength returning to you. Finally you groan internally. You were coming back into yourself. Swirls of your magic thrum through your body as his blood fills your belly. Ony, on the other hand, was locked into this place, eyes glossed over and arousal coursing through his veins. He shouldn’t feel like this. But the way your soft lips suckled against his skin, your subtle caressing of his neck. This must be your doing. There was no other reason for him to feel like this. He needed to pull away but he couldn't.

Instead he indulges in it, allowing you to feast. His chest rising and falling and the sounds of your gentle licks ringing in his ears.

When your hunger is satiated, you pull back. Your skin shines underneath the light of the moon, a breeze caressing your hair. Ony slumped a bit once he felt your teeth retract from his neck. Crimson streaks coated your lips like gloss. You drag your tongue across it, savoring the flavor. His neck still gushing, he feels himself getting weak. You dip back in, gliding your tongue across the mark, using rejuvenation to heal him and close the wound. “Fuck.” he hisses. His eyes flutter, vision blurred as he tries to focus on you. Once he manages to lift his head, your eyes meet one another. “Are you okay?” your voice wraps around his eardrums like silk, completely void of the strain from earlier. You help him stand back up, leaning his muscular body against the wall. “It wasn't my intention to hurt you.” you speak softly. He takes this time to look at you, really look at you. Damn you were ethereal. He thought to himself. Ony took note of everything from the shape of your eyes to the cut of your jaw and the fullness of your lips.

“The dizziness should wear off soon. And the…other...side effects.” you tease. If he were a lighter man, his face would be blood red from that statement. He didn't have to look, he could feel the strain against his jeans. Your eyes glance down and Ony swore he could see your eyes sparkle again. “Wh-what are you?” he manages to ask, breath heavy as he tries to maintain his balance. You give him a smile, the tips of your fangs sticking out slowly as you lean forward. “A figment of your imagination.” You whisper, your voice hypnotic to him. He takes a second to blink and when he opens his eyes again, you’re gone. Leaving him there confused and dazed. Ony stumbles his way back to the bar just as his teammates were coming out. “Ayeee there he is! We thought we lost you!” Reiner’s drunken voice shouts out, tossing an arm around his shoulder. ”I-..” He tries to catch himself but stumbles. “Whoa O, we got to get you home man.” Reiner laughs as they help him to the car.

The next morning Ony woke up, head throbbing. “Damn, remind me to never drink again.” He groans to himself. Last nights events toy with his mind. Was it real? He jumps in the shower to kickstart his body, his mind struggling to piece together reality. As he steps out of the shower and makes his way over to the sink, he sees it. A deep purple hickey on his chocolate skin with two tiny pierced holes decorate his neck.

“What the fuck.”

His voice was barely above a whisper as he inspected his body. His heart raced as he blinked a few times, attempting to register exactly what he was seeing. The tiny puncture wounds were barely visible to the naked eye but the hickey was so big, there was no way Ony was going to be able to keep this away from his teammates. “Fuck.” he repeated blinking and leaning into the mirror again to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. “They gone be on my ass about this shit.” he groans. His alarm sounds jolting him from his train of thought, alerting him that he only had a few more minutes before he had to leave for practice. Bite mark out of his mind, he rushed to get himself together and head to the field.

“Boy what the hell did you get into last night?” a loud voice called from behind him as he took his jersey off. Practice had just wrapped up and Ony managed to keep everything under wraps. “What you mean?” he asked turning around to Connie. “You were throwed off yo ass last night. Rei had to damn near carry you to the car.” he nods at Ony. “Yeah, you came out around the corner and…Ony what the fuck is that?” Eren cuts through his own sentence. Ony’s brows furrow until it dawns on him. The fucking hickey. His hand slaps his neck but it was already too late. His teammates rush over to him, Reiner pulling his hand down as they inspect him. “Damn Ony, what did you get into?!” Connie teases. They pester him with questions and jokes, inquiring about the young lady that managed to get close enough to him. “It's not like that.” he attempts to explain but it's futile. They had already made up their minds about the mystery lady, asking questions that Ony himself couldn’t answer because he had no clue who…or what…you were. Or if he would ever see you again for that matter. His thoughts crafted visions of you after you had finished your feeding. Your golden aura seeping through your skin, eyes swirling with power.

Ony was perplexed.

Why did seeing you that way…turn him on. He wasn’t into hematolagnia by any means but the way your tongue slid across your crimson painted lips. It did something to him. Ony shook his head. She must have used something on me. I never would’ve acted like that on my own. He reassured himself. The heat from her hand that seared his skin wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced before. That must’ve been the reason he felt the way he did.

“She had to have put that shit on you if you can’t even speak about her in full sentences.” Eren teased, shaking his head at Ony. The heat dies down slowly but it doesn't stop his mind from wandering.

What the fuck were you?

After getting home, Ony hopped in the shower. His night going as it normally does. Come home, shower, study plays, eat then bed. Everything was back to normal. He let out a deep sigh as he climbed underneath the covers. “Okay Ony. It was just…a dream. Yeah, lets just say that.” he lied to himself and willed his body to sleep.

Your eyes appear in front of him causing him to jolt from him sleep. His gaze meets yours as you sit on top of him, legs straddled on either side of him as your hands press into his chest. “You…” he lets out. “Hello Onyankopon.” you whisper gently. Magic once again swirls from your fingertips into his blood stream. Ony’s blood starts pumping rapidly, rushing downward. “Fuck.” he groans, head falling back into the pillow. His fingers flex as he tries to remain calm. “Mmmm.” you let out, excitement coursing through your body. You lean down again and drag your nose against the opposite side of his neck. “W-wait. Please.” he calls out to you but your fangs had already extended and cut through his skin. Supple lips kissing against his skin as you feed from him once more. “Fuuuck.” you pull a moan from his lips. “Almost there baby.” your voice rings in his mind. His hands find your waist and he swallows heavily, allowing you once more to do what you want, helpless in every way to stop you. When you’re finish, you clean him up again and sit up. Still sitting on his lap, you feel his length pressing up against you. Ony’s eyes flutter open and he catches glimpses of you, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. “Who..?” Ony starts but you cut him off. “See you soon.” you lean forward and kiss his lips softly and just like that, you’re gone.

Ony jumps up out of his sleep in a panic. Sweat drips down his body as he looks around his room for any signs of you. His room was still, only the whirling of the blades of his fan can be heard. Was I dreaming? He thinks as he wipes the sweat from his head. The clock blinks 4:12am. Ony groans and falls back onto the bed. He attempt to force himself back to sleep but it was no use. With a grunt, he rolls out of bed and starts his morning routine.

Washing up quickly he throws on his practice clothes and headed towards the front door. His body was tense from the lack of sleep and the consistent ‘dreaming’. His neck tinged with pain. Ony reached up to apply pressure and crack his neck and felt a soreness at his touch. “Shit.” he pulls his hands back quickly, his hand wet and sticky. It took a moment to register that it was his blood on his hand. His heart pounded and breathing increased. “No.” he whispered to himself rushing towards a mirror hanging on the wall. But his nightmare was true. There on the other side of his neck was another hickey, bigger than the last. The same two dots in the middle. Ony stepped back bumping into his couch.

So it wasn't a dream. You were in his apartment last night.

“How the fuck?” A sense of fear grips his chest at the thought. You had managed to come into his home unannounced, feed from him, and leave without leaving a trace of your presence except for the mark on his neck. Ony’s eyes dart around the room searching for anything but there was nothing but emptiness. His phone ringing makes him jump from his skin. “H-hello?” he picks up quickly. “Yo where you at? Coach is looking for you man.” Eren says over the line. “Shit. I’m on the way. Sorry.” he responds. He hangs up and rushes out the door, current fears forgotten.

“Fuck.” Ony says as he arrives. Not once. Not once has he ever been late or missed a practice. His head was spinning and sweat poured from his pores. This was all fucked up. You had him caught up in his own mind and it felt like there was nowhere for him to escape. “Damn you look like shit.” Eren said as Ony stepped into the locker room. He ignored the comments and rushed to get ready so they could get out on the field. “Yo, Ony. You bleeding man.” His eyes shoot up and he stares off into the distance. “Uh. Y-yeah I guess I cut myself shaving.” he mumbled an excuse. “Ony you don't shave yourself. You literally have a personal barber.” Connie speaks out. Shit. “Well first time for everything.” he shrugs. He grabs some tissues and wipes his neck off and rummages through his bag for a bandaid. After cleaning himself up and covering the mark, he managed to get his gear on and head to the field

That day at practice, Ony was on edge.

His thinking was a bit clouded and it showed in his actions. Practice ended and his body felt drained of all energy. “ONY!” His coach’s voice boomed. “MY OFFICE. NOW.” Ony flinched. He’s never gotten into trouble. He was a star player. Always punctual. Always attentive. He drags his body to the office and slumps into a chair. “You want to explain to me was the hell is going on with you today? Are you sick or something? This behavior of yours is unacceptable.” Coach Erwin goes on and on. Ony blinks slow trying to register his words but everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

“Are you listening to me son? If this doesn't get better, I’ll have to pull you from the next game.” That caused him to snap himself out of the trance he was in. “N-no. I’m good coach. I promise. I just need some sleep. It won't happen again.” He stammered. Erwin looks him over for a moment. “Fine. But this is your only warning. Understood?” Ony shaked his head yes. “I promise. It won't happen again.”

That was the first time Ony had lied.

Because the next night, the same dream appeared.

Your teeth dip into his neck again. “Fuck. Please..” his begging was useless. You sit flat on his lap feeding from him. Gently you begin to rock back and forth as you savor his sweet taste. Arousal spikes under his skin as goosebumps litter his body. His eyes roll back in his head at the overwhelming feeling. It was wrong but he couldn’t stop. He didn't want to. The feeling of euphoria was too good to let go. “I can’t…” he pleads out, wanting more and less at the same time. You were sending his body into overdrive, the blood rushing through him making his flavor sickly sweet and you indulge yourself in every drop. When you pull back, you’re both breathing hard. His grip on your hips tightens and you whimper. “Ony.” you breathe out. “Shit.” He was so confused but the feed and his current state made him dizzy. His grip loosened on you and you disappeared before he had the chance to object.

Ony woke up again startled and confused. His head was spinning. He looked down and saw his dick standing at full attention. “Bruh.” he groaned, head falling back against his pillow. “This can't keep happening to me.” He complains. But that was one wish that wouldn't come true. Because for several nights after, the same instance occurred. You came into him home when he was asleep, fed, and disappeared. Leaving him in desperate want and deep exhaustion. Ony was struggling to keep it all together and it showed in his actions on and off the field.

It was in the middle of a humid practice session, when Ony began to notice more strange changes outside of just the typical drowsiness. Every time he ran drills or lifted weights, he felt this subtle tug at his physical energy. Something you were doing. It had to be you. You were depleting him and fast. He found himself growing more and more exhausted, his usual stamina fading faster than ever before.

And because you would only come at night, he could never actually catch you. He tried staying awake into the night to see if that would work but it was no use. His body was betray him due to fatigue and he would jolt awake once more. More marks began to appear in different places on his body. Some on his biceps and others on his inner thighs. And it continued the next day…

Then the next week…

Then the next month…

Before Ony knew it, he had sat out for two games and it didn't look like he was getting any better. Each time was more draining than the last. Sports journalists worried for his health and fans worried about the championship. “They're targeting you because you’ve become weak.” His coaches had told him. And it was true. The opposing teams had seen him in action. His performance was growing inconsistent and they fed on it. There was no choice but to pull him from the games until he could get whatever this was under control.

Ony had never felt more defeated in his life. His love, the game, was falling away from him and there was nothing he could do about it. He was angry. This isn’t even my fault! Why were you doing this to him? He was exhausted and in pain. His teammates started to whisper. Everyone was making assumptions. Pretty soon rumors started to circulate about the little marks with blood on his body. Random drug tests were ran on the team. Physical exams doubled. He knew it was because of him. So he wasn't surprised when he sat in the office with his coaches and the owners of the team.

“You’re letting me go?!” His heart drops into his stomach. “Ony, We’ve tried to give you time. But whatever this is. These markings, This erratic behavior. We are struggling to find a reason to keep you on this team.” Hange, the team owner spoke up. “P-please. It's not me I swear. It's her.” he blurts out, eyes widening at his own outburst. “Her?” His coaches look at him like he had lost his mind. “You got to believe me. I know it sounds crazy but this isn’t me.” he begs. “So prove it.” Levi says from behind them all. Ony’s adam apple bobbed in his throat. Levi was the big boss, a no bullshit type of person. “But I can’t. That's the problem.” Ony lets out defeated. “Either you prove it in the next 48 hours or you’re off the team.” And with those words they dispersed.

Ony felt like he wanted to cry. He was on the verge of losing his mind. “I can’t keep living like this.” he groaned. So he decided to take matters into his own hands. He grabbed his things and rushed home. “YO!” He called out into the empty space. “Are you in here?” he yells. No response. FUCK! He slumps to the floor. “Look,” his tone shifts, a crack heard in his voice. “I don't know if you can hear me. Or what or where you are but…Please. I can’t lose this. This game is my life. My everything. It feeds my family. Just…” he stops with a sigh. There was no point in begging. He’d done it before but you never answer. Suddenly, there was a fire lit underneath. You know what, Fine. If you won't stop. I'll make you. He stood up with a new sense of determination and rushed to his laptop. The rest of that evening he studied everything he could about mythical creatures and what keeps them away.

He read up on scent blockers and set to work to create his own. “Masking your scent from vampires, werewolves, and other mythical creatures..” he mumbled reading through the instructions. Finally, after hours of work it was time to put his plan in motion. After his shower, he lathered his body in the homemade concoction. “This better work.” he says before forcing himself to sleep.

The next morning Ony woke up before his alarms. He felt…rested. He jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to check himself over. There were no bruises, no hickeys. Nothing. It worked! He thought happily. He quickly cleaned himself up and headed to practice. He was the first one of the field when everyone else arrived. “Whoa, look who seems to be feeling better.” Reiner said patting him on the back. Ony smiled. He knew he had a while to recover but for the first time in a while, he felt like he was on the right track.

After practice, the coaches sat the team down in the middle of the field to do wrap up. The bosses had came back but this time Ony was ready for them. “I’m guessing you have your proof.” Levi spoke as he stepped onto the field. “I-..well technically no but I do think I have a solution to my problem.” he started to explain but gasps and a thunderous noise behind him caught his attention. Levi’s eyes looked past him towards the middle of the field. No. Ony didn't need to turn around to know it was you. Your scent was intoxicating. When he did turn, his jaw dropped open. You stood in the middle of the field, skin glowing, wearing an outfit that put Akasha to shame. “Shit.” Ony let out.

Your eyes scan the field and when they find him, you lock onto his gaze. “You hid from me.” Your voice calls out. Low but intimidating. “I-...” Ony looked around at the confused faces of his team members and coaches. The pout you wore of your face was…cute? What the fuck was he thinking? You found him and you’re here. They can see you! “You didn't give me a choice. You were draining me.” he let out in frustration. “I don't like being ignored Ony.” you speak. Within a blink, you were standing in front of him, your chest pressed into his.

“How did you find me?” he asks you. His teammates had stopped what they were doing, eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold. The coaches stood frozen, confused, unsure of what to make of the strange woman who had just appeared on the field. “I always get what I want Ony.” you say and before he could think, your hands were on him, teeth elongated and breaking through his skin. “Fuck.” he groans at the impact, hands lifting and gripping your waist again. But this felt different. It wasn’t just your regular poke and suck. Ony’s skin singed before wave of…something flowed into his bloodstream. He felt lightweight but those familiar thrums of pleasure were still present.

When you finally pull back, there is a ghostly silence from those around you. “Now,” you smile, licking your lips. “You can’t escape me if you tried.” you say matter of factly. “Fascinating.” A woman’s voice speaks up from behind him. He turned to see Hange with a wide smile on her face. “I didn't think you were real. All these years. Wow.” she exclaimed. You tilt your head at her peculiar nature. “Y-you know her? You can see her?” Ony asks. “Of course they can see me. I’m not a ghost.” You roll your eyes at him. “Now, can you explain why you tried to hide from me in the first place?” you turn your attention back to him. “Can we not… discuss this here?” he asks. You look around at the shocked faces. “Fine. I'll meet you at your apartment. You better not be late.” and with that you disappear.

Ony closes his eyes and takes a few breaths before opening them again to prepare himself for the onslaught of questions he was going to receive. “Well, we see what caused the draining.” Levi spoke first, tone of voice still as nonchalant as before. “AMAZING! Ony do you know who that was?!” Hange rushes to him, shaking his shoulders. “A girl I met outside the bar?” he says confused. “WHAT?! NO! That was Y/N. The entity of all entities. THE Queen Vamp herself. We were standing in the presence of royalty and SHE MARKED YOU! WOW!” Hange rushes through jumping with excitement as she looked over his neck, your mark singed into his skin like ink. “I’m sorry Queen vamp? What?” Ony tried to rap his head around it but it only left him with more questions. “Oh this is perfect. You have to go. Go go go! She's going to be waiting! Go and come back and tell us more! See you at practice tomorrow!” she says before basically shoving him to the door.

Ony walked into the door of his apartment with nerves bundling in his belly. What the hell was he getting into. Queen vamp? What does that even mean? He dropped his keys by the door and looked around. You were nowhere to be found. “Uh, h-hello?” he calls out. I'm in your room. Your voice says in his head. “What the hell? How?” he starts. He walks towards the room and sees you there. You were sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed. He stood in the doorway, heart beating fast as he locks eyes with you. You both stood there in silence gaging each others next move. “What are you?” Ony asks, finally working up the courage to speak up. “A vampire succubus. Queen Vampire Succubus to be exact.” you answer him swiftly. “So what does that mean?” he asks, confusion causing his brows to knit together. “I'm a vampire. I suck blood.” you state. He presses his lips into a flat line. “Obviously, but the other thing? The succubus? What does that mean?” he asks. You smirk at him. “Why don't you look up what a succubus is Ony?” you say sweetly. His eyes narrow at you before pulling out his phone and doing a quick search. As he reads, his eyes widen with surprise. “O-oh.” he says softly before looking back up at you. “Your dreams starting to make sense?” you laugh. Chest rising and falling, he slowly nods.

“So now that that's squared away. Why did you run from me?” you say, pout pulling at your lips again. “B-because. I was going to be kicked off the team. And you wouldn't listen to me. I had to do something.” he explains. You stare him down for a moment, the silence encapsulating you both. “I…apologize,” you start, “I wasn’t aware that I was causing you so much stress. It wasn’t my intention. It's just…” you stop for a moment. “Just?” he encourages. A blink and you were standing right in front of him. “You’re...intoxicating.” you explain, hand dragging down his chest. “Shit.” he whispers out. “I- I can't explain it. But your blood, your essence, its…enticing. It's the sweetest I’ve ever tasted. In all of my time as Queen, I’ve never been so drawn to someone but you. You are different. I crave you.” you speak low as you maintain eye contact. Ony couldn’t help the way his blood began to run hot at your words. His teeth clench together with intensity.

“You’re the queen?” Ony asks, attempting to calm him temperature by changing the subject. “That’s… a lot to process.” You smile softly. “It's a lot to carry.” you respond. Ony couldn’t help it. The way his eyes dropped to your lips, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Despite the crazy turn of events, he was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t explain. “Ony. Don't do that.” you whine breaking his train of thought. “Do what?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. “Your arousal baby. I marked you. I can feel it.” you whimper pressing against him. “Is that…the other part of your power?” he asks you, hands sliding up and gripping your waist. You let out a soft whine as you nod your head. “So how does it work exactly? The…other power.” He asks with slight hesitation. Your eyes lock onto his as your fangs elongated, a smile splitting your lips. “Do you want to find out?” His eyes dilate as your magic starts to whirl underneath your fingertips. He takes a deep breath and utters one simple word.

“Please.”

[sapphicdib]

dyever f thing about stars and shut like not just big bright stars but also the dead ones what were they calldd proton stars no no thats young stars it was uhhhhhhhh idk star corpses you know what i mean white dwarfs neutron stars and black holes theyre all just really so cool like especially neutron stars hell id argue that in some scenadrios neutron stars can be more dangerous tan blaco holws and i mean if you compare it by mass than pwr capita neutron stars are way more dangerous than black holes and are kinda crazy too in subtler ways but honestly ieven eneutoron starz get their fair shair of love but not white dwarfs no white darfs dont get much love at all even though theyre arguably the best candidate for life to remain around once all stars dies i mean black holes have all that relativety time business and neutron stars are extremely horrifically anti life but white stars are both very stable and so so so so so so so very fuckin long lived i mean even when the last star dies the first white dwarf wont have died dont quote me on that but you get the idea like even when white dwarfs die they dont die die they just slowly run out of nergy via thermal radiation and over the course of what was it i think a quintillion or so years white dwarfs become black dwarfs although those arent exactly helpful for life and eventually they just turn into big iron balls but thats beside the point the point is if you really wanna live as long as possible you gotta create a superstructure around a black hole theyre marginally stable they make a lotta energy and they last a frankly unreasonable amount of time like you phsycially cannot conceptualize the amount of time they last no one can its impossible thats why if you could manage to build a habitat around one thatd be lifes best chance for living functionally forever but at that point is it really worth it i mean we dont really know what happens when black holes fizzle out we dont know whats at the end of a singularity we dont know what the universe will be like when even the last white dwaff turns to ash and iron who knows maybe after a billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billlion billion years a spark will reignite it all and we'll have big bang part two yknow its kinda similar to rain world do you really want to stick around for the end of the universe do you really want to prepare to live forever or would you rather enjoy it as it is yknow?

Anyway whats your favorite media besides Rain World, if that's it?

fun fact i took astronomy in college so theoretically i recognize those words but i just woke up with an insane migraine + on my period so i do not have the brain capacity to actually parse all that but i do remember that i had a massive existential crisis in class while we were talking about what could be beyond the edge of the known universe so im just gonna say agreed!

aside from rain world i love hollow knight, vocaloid, hannibal, inside job (fuck you netflix for cancelling it on a cliffhanger), gravity falls, invader zim, madoka magica, kill la kill, stardew valley, and some other shit i’m probably forgetting.

also media related i guess is that my new year’s resolution was to get into more all female metal/screamo bands and artists. i’ve been listening to a lot of poppy (current fav), kittie, deathbyromy, jazmin bean, zheani, and snowblood! so if anyone wants to recommend anything similar that’d be awesome!! i collect records too!!

this is the inside cover of zig it’s hanging up on my wall because it is simply that badass

other favs include my signed copy of negative spaces (i’d already listened to a couple poppy songs before she dropped this album but this one is what REALLY got me into her stuff. listen to it, it got me thru so much rough shit)(also she makes insanely good iteratorcore songs bro like WUHH), my 1/2500 og pressing of take this to your grave, and then my (approximate) rainbow of vinyls above my lesbian flag!! my brother got me am i a girl for christmas, the only album from poppy’s discography on vinyl i have left to snatch up is i disagree!! (…and poppy.computer but the amount that one sells for on discogs is fucking unreasonable).

other than that i thiiiink this is the rest of my collection? i have all of fall out boy’s discography and most of mother mother’s, i NEED a welcome to the black parade one but i dont like the cover of the one thats everywhere in stores :( others on my wantlist include a specific pressing of zaba by glass animals that goes for like 600 bucks on ebay which is fucking criminal, double dare by waterparks, OH AND THERES APPARENTLY A VINYL COPY OF VIOLENCE AGAINST NATURE?? WHICH I WANT SO BAD BUT GIRL ITS A *SINGLE SONG*…BUT ALSO…ITS SO GOOD…

anyways this is getting really long oops. actually this kinda helped cuz i rambled thru the time my medicine sorta started working so at least i was distracted during the worst of it. idk why i started rambling about my record collection but oh well!

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Another little au snippet by me

cw: major character death, extreme body horror, gore, insects / parasites / worms, animal death, thalassophobia, fucked up creatures and monsters

When Grian dies, Scar is expected to mourn. He is not exactly the mourning type, and he doesn’t think Grian would want him to be. 

He is, however, the necromancy type. And he’s sure that’s why Grian married him, anyway, so anyone who tries to tell him this isn’t what she would have wanted is completely wrong.

It takes a bit of effort, and a lot of reading, which he hates, but eventually he figures it out. So what if it’s extremely illegal and dangerous? He’s not just going to let his wife rot in the ground like some dead thing. She’s not dead because he said so.

With a book in his hand, the world splits in front of him like thick, yellow belly fat under a curved blade. A dead rabbit bleeds into the earth, red staining his boots, and before him, the gateway to the world of magic shines with bright, delicate energy.

There, inside the magic realm, he meets gods who say they will bring his Grian back. They help him navigate the impossible, and offer a trade of sorts. A sacrifice. It’s easy to agree. All they want is precious metal, and Scar has plenty lying about.

So, without much trouble at all, Grian comes back. She’s… a little shaken up, but overall quite happy to be alive again. It is a shame that she can’t really leave their house - a quaint little cottage in the woods - but Scar makes up for it by giving her all the affection in the world. And she still smiles the same as she always used to. 

He does have to continue the sacrifices, which means more trips to the magic realm. Sometimes this means animals, sometimes food, sometimes gemstones and gold. He steals the beautiful jewelry he once bought Grian, then their wedding silver, and bizarrely, photographs of them together. 

And he doesn’t tell Grian, but he’s certain she knows. Yet, he doesn’t want to talk about it. What he’s been doing. What he’s seen in that place where reality no longer makes sense.

Within the magic realm there are monsters and psychological terrors that mess with your mind and make everything seem like it’s been turned inside out. Like the world has been gutted and is bleeding all over itself. The creatures are horrific and ravenous, the things that look like people are faceless shadows that consume whatever they touch, and still somehow seem to be looking at you. 

A constant feeling of being watched causes paranoia and anxiety. There is no water, only rivers that run with red tar, and rain that falls like thick, glossy blood. There are beings who can render you non-existent in a matter of seconds, crushing all of the atoms from your body into nothing before you can even understand what's happening. There are extreme changes in atmosphere and pressure, threatening to pull your insides outward if you take a step too soon. 

Empty valleys that drop off sharply into a deep, deep abyss crowded with swirling, ghostly serpents. Trees that tower up high into the misty sky, so far and so grand they make you feel impossibly small. And in the distance, through the fog, something even larger moves its shambling, dripping limbs towards you. 

Massive insectoid creatures, bodies twitching, jumbled, wet messes of flesh, thousands of legs outstretched ready to grip onto the nearest surface and bite. Worms writhing in colourful dirt, looking for a patch of exposed skin to burrow under, parasitic eggs ready to be laid. Deer with razor-sharp antlers stained a rusty blue, and empty eye holes covering their backs, walking on six mangled legs each.

Territorial beasts, sneaking demons, the very environment itself is hostile. Hostile to any sane mortal wishing to penetrate its dense wilderness. To reach any godly shrine or mystical water of life. 

Scar is guided, and lucky, because he is there for a deal, but he has to learn how to survive like anyone else. And it's a sharp, severe, learning curve.

There are people here, Scar thinks. He hears them before he sees them, his third or fourth time entering the maze of jungle and bone. There is a sort of screaming, gurgling sound that could have maybe been human, once. 

It disturbs him for weeks, keeping him up at night despite never once seeing the poor soul behind the strange sound. 

Later, much later, while bringing the last of his wedding jewelry to the gods in the forest, he stumbles upon them. Or, some of them. He presumes there are more. Somewhere else deep in the sprawling realm. 

Strung up between the branches of trees and jagged spikes of rock are four, or five, things that might have been humans. Some, what scar would assume are the lucky ones, are held there splayed out by something akin to rope, twisting into and under their skin and wrapping around their splintered bones. The others are held up by their own entrails, their intestines opened up and unravelled like vines to keep them in place. 

They do not look like people anymore, but they are still screaming. Screaming in deranged, wet tones. One, the one closest to Scar as he walked into the scene, is a sort of mangled, degloved, fleshy thing, their body more a slab of meat than anything remotely humanoid. 

Where arms and legs may have once been, there are stubs of rancid, rotting carnage, which exudes a thick yellow fluid onto the ground below the suspended body. In their stomach cavity, worms and parasites writhe grotesquely, so multitudinous they can barely be distinguished from the body's own flesh. They have no face, a sliver that might be a mouth, and blank, empty holes where eyes could have been, all infested with more disgusting creatures. 

The worst part, scar thinks, is that they seem aware, whining and wailing around the maggots. How they remained alive, Scar has no idea. 

The other bodies are not much better off. Some still have limbs and faces, but they are so distorted and jumbled together they aren't distinguishable as individuals. The ones with skin are covered in legions, scratches, and bile, the skin itself rubbery and overstretched. 

Each of the bodies moan and sob torturously, and yet Scar can't bear to look away. Or help. Or move. How would he help them? How could he? 

Then, the thought catches up with him that something must have done this to these people. These things were human once, like him. And perhaps if it comes back, it will catch him and torture him all the same. 

Guilt wells up in his throat when he turns to leave, the weight of the golden necklace in his pocket like lead. He could wish for these people to be made whole again. To be freed and set out back into the natural world. He could help them. He could use this sacrifice for good, rather than greed. 

And as always, his mind wanders back to Grian. Grian, who won't talk about the afterlife. Who refuses to eat most days, despite being fully able to. Who Scar has found vomiting into the toilet, or rocking back and forth with hands in her hair, in the middle of the night. Who simply is not the same as she was, even though she's trying so hard. 

He thinks this might not be a realm of magic at all. He thinks it might be Hell.

It's then that scar's mind is made up, and it's then that he decides to stop thinking about the people in the forest, however many there might be. Because he can't sacrifice Grian, of all things. He can't bring her here. He refuses. 

And so, he continues, out to find god.

[mettywiththenotes]

I see some people asking "when are we going to get a Bakugou moment where he encourages Izuku??" But didn't he already have it?

I believe he was the one who started the whole "do your best" thing off before 422

[huldrabitch]

Fuck I just have to write a fic about Emmrich noticing Rooks hidden injuries now

[butchviking]

if you dont believe in homosexuality as a natural, innate, morally neutral sexual orientation that cannot be changed then you! are! a! fucking! homophobe!!!!!!!!

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[dukeofthomas]

I hate the insistence in pushing Jason into the batfamily.

If he doesn't wanna go to dinner, he doesn't have to. If he doesn't wanna hang out with them, he doesn't have to. If he doesn't want to see them, he doesn't have to. If he doesn't even want to contact them, he doesn't have to.

It's so annoying to read fic and always see it presented as his Family Knows Better. Jason is just being silly by not realizing how much they love him and he just needs to let them break into his home and comms and life because they want him there.

[umblrspectrum]

still thinking about it so heres a bunch of stuff

[sammygender]

its so so insane how dean has like. the huge fanbase he does. he is AWFUL!!!! i love him truly but im known for loving awful characters in fandoms im used to characters who act like him being viciously hated!!! and the only explanation i can think of is that hes played by jensen ackles (aka pretty white man). theres the fact that the narrative favours dean a lot when hes not actually right (a la s4) but thats not just it because dean is pretty clear-cut presesnted as getting morally greyer to the point of antihero territory in like s9 (where im at) at least. and Yet. he is unproblematic ally king to all??? supportive brother of the century??? Girl what???? do you know who dean winchester is? he is a controlling possessive clingy manipulative aggressive unstable thirty five year old who cant grow past his own damage and never really will because the narrative is perpetuated by the cycles he keeps perpetuating

[dykedvonte]

Can you talk about trans!Curly a little bit more? I'm curios if you have any headcanons and the like

-💀

It's just such a thing in my mind because it adds a truthful sadness and differing aspect to mouthwashing.

If Curly was trans it adds the horror of the horribly selfish thought he could have easily been in Anya's situation. It could've been him but it wasn't and he so conflicted on the pit it put in his stomach that brings and the shameful relief it wasn't. In this scenario he is friends with Jimmy for a long time still. Jimmy likely knew him pretransition. Maybe he gave Curly weird looks then, maybe they never stopped after, maybe they seemed meaner. They are guys now, bros, both of them are. He doesn't really have to worry what those looks mean anymore, Jimmy just has that face with him sometimes. It's recontextualizing a lot of things for him that he was in denial about or too ashamed to admit. How naive he was being and how he let that get another person hurt.

Specifically with Anya, it's he knows the dread and fear she's feeling. He can understand it because he had to live with it for a good portion of his life, he knows it cause he still does, just in a slightly different way. It makes him think of all the times he's been alone with Jimmy, all the times he's been way more drunk off his ass and not remember the night, Jimmy was always with him the next day. Makes him think of the comments he would laugh off both because that's what guys do but because that part of being a girl says to laugh so Jimmy doesn't do something. It's the selfish realization that he was never safe and he's uncertain now too. Mad at himself for forgeting that feeling, espcially since for a long time he would've been considered the only woman on a crew (with all that implies) for a long time.

He should've taken those blinders off, step back into that position for just a moment and it's so much more painful that Anya likely came to him because he should've gotten it. Those thoughts don't leave his mind after the crash when he's in an even more vulnerable position than she was...

[ohnoitsz1m]

Uhh post canon Barney

Man who has not had a break since the rescas and refuses to start now. Alyx and Gordon are hiding his gear as we speak while Kleiner distracts him.

I was sposed to do Alyx too but I blinked and it was 3 am so. Next time

Oh also I forgot to make a note but he does carry a sidearm