#its not like its easy to find what me and her had either. god damn.

[roamingbogwoman]

Nevermind I'm mourning her still. When will the way I feel about her make sense or give some closure. She genuinely haunts me, I'm still so allured and achey after all this time and hurt. I guess I'm glad she decided to randomly cut things off because I thought I could swallow the feelings that were swelling, but now they're swollen and oozing. If things continued, I would've realized way too late that I can't feel a normal way about her because I will always love her. I'll forever want her because she will never let me have her.

[blooms-in-april]

I'm thinking sad Jaskier thoughts.

It takes a while for Geralt to realize the music is gone. Oh Jaskier still sings- for their supper, for Ciri when she's sad, to entertain Kaer Morhen on late card playing nights. But the music- the music is gone. No more of the mindless humming as he walks, no more parsing over rhymes by the fire, no more harassing Geralt for his thoughts on such and such melody. Jaskier sings like a wind-up music box, only when requested, cranked for it, and snapping shut into silence like the sharp closing of a lid.

Yennefer snorts at his concern. "It took you this long to notice?"

Geralt grunts. She smiles, sharp and bitter. "You always were slow."

"How do I fix it?" Geralt snaps. He is not here to be mocked or play games.

"Can you fix it?" Yennefer asks. "I don't know."

Geralt doesn't know either. All he can do is try.

One of the mages had left a god's damned harpsichord in their tower room. It takes Geralt weeks- lugging the ornate monstrosity down from the mages tower, finding schematics in the library for the damn thing, undoing by sheer will the rot and moulding of a hundred years on the instrument. He spends his evenings waist deep in the guts of the instrument, swearing over chords and tuning and keys.

Jaskier's silence, now that he notices it, gapes like an open wound, bleeding wherever he goes. It stains memories of years past, of a cheerful smile and conversation given to him so freely, so easily, not a hint of subterfuge or awkwardness or fear. Now Jaskier only says good morrow if Geralt says it first, only speaks when spoken to, only smiles when Ciri is looking his way.

Geralt polishes the harpsichord until his fingers blister and his nose stings from the smell. He paints the elaborate carvings with pure gold leaf. He spends hours tightening strings trying to get the thing in tune. He worries over it like a child, because he doesn't know what else to do.

"What do you think?" He asks Eskel as they carry it carefully down to Jaskier's room.

"It's very nice." Eskel says diplomatically. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

"Appreciate it?" Geralt doesn't want appreciation. He wants that soft tone back in Jaskier's voice when he speaks to him. He wants Jaskier to speak to him, to turn to him free and easy with something to say.

"He'll like it," Eskel says, "Just-"

He turns, his soft eyes full of warning. "Just don't put all your hopes on an old harpsichord."

Lambert snorts, "Too little too late!" He laughs. And Lambert has always been hateful, more so since Aiden was lost, but the words feel true.

Jaskier smiles when he presents him with the harpsichord. He exclaims and laughs and claps his hands. He extolls its virtues, coos over its decorations, fusses over it with all the enthusiasm of a performing parrot. He pulls Ciri onto his lap and guides her hands on the keys, composes a little ditty on the fly for Yennefer, plays something sweet and sad that makes Lambert turn his face away. In all the merriment and gratitude and excitement, he looks Geralt in the eyes only once. Once, upon the first shock of the present. Once, with eyes wide and open, like a wound.

Geralt lingers as the others go off to bed, watching as Jaskier slowly fades as his audience wanes.

"Thank you, Geralt." he says. "It is truly a magnificent present. And far more than I deserve."

Do not thank me is what Geralt wants to say. Do not thank me, not when I have done this to you.

"I didn't do much," is what comes out of his mouth. "It was already there."

Jaskier does not look at him. "If this is an apology-" he says, "I do not need it. You were tired and upset. You spoke your mind. And nothing you said was- untrue. From a certain point of view. You do not need to absolve your guilt to me."

"Jaskier," Geralt says. "I'm sorry."

"And I forgive you." Jaskier says "I forgave you even the moment you after spoke. I don't think I would be myself if I could do otherwise."

It is done. The gift given, the apology accepted. And yet the silence still sits heavy in the air. It is not fixed. It is still broken. It is still out of tune and all of Geralt's twisting and tunings have not set the melody to rights.

"Why are you still like this?" He says. Jaskier stiffens. The words are wrong again, he's done it again, and he could scream with frustration, like a child who keeps swinging the sword and cutting himself on the dulled edge.

"Do you know the Countess de Stael bought me a Stradivarius once?" Jaskier said. "You don't know what that is. A fiddle, rarer than rubies. There were only twenty ever made. It sings like nothing else. She presented it to me on a bed of velvet, and told me she loved me. She told me to stay. And I would have."

Jaskier plinks a few idle notes. "She kicked me out a month later. Too mouthy. Too tacky. Too gauche. She had found someone better. She took back the Stradivarius and handed it off to her new minstrel."

"What I am saying, Geralt-" He says. "What I am asking- Is that you not do things you do not mean. That you not give me false hope. That you stop trying to make me love you, because I already do. I already do and it hurts. It hurts so much."

[ssplague]

Chapter Four

Mature 

Masterlist

Warnings: A/B/O themes, soulmates, mating, sex, manipulation, power and control.

Oh how can one’s feelings

spin a tale so profound? 

For only true love shall

Determine whether darkness 

Or light shall abound?

You were now queen of an earthland kingdom, you were married to the Dragon King, a mere princess no more

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“Gods for the millionth time, I’m fine! Why are you two so worried about this all of the sudden?!” Bakugou snapped, slouching further in his high backed chair.

It made him angry that he’d had to leave you like he did just to meet with these two old geezers! That combined with their repeat line of questioning had him growing increasingly furious. 

“Now more than ever are your draconian instincts going to need regulating Katsuki, you can’t run the risk of letting them get the better of you, if you get upset and do something irresponsible like shifting accidentally, your wife could be in real danger” Jeanist reminds the soon to be king. It was frustrating for a decorated general like himself having to tip toe around the truth. A surprise shift pales in comparison to what those “in the know” truly feared happening. Both himself and Aizawa had made a promise to Midnight that they would advise Bakugou to the best of their abilities in order to keep tragedy from befalling the Royal family once more. If they fail, then what would remain of the kingdom would forever be condemned to suffer, and surely the young King’s soul would be eternally damned.

“You’re sure she’s your true mate? What does your dragon feel about her? If we’re satisfied with its response then we’ll dismiss you for tonight” Aizawa offers, yawning loudly before focusing on the young monarch. Closing his eyes, it’s easy for Katsuki to call forth his dragon and it needs no prodding to talk about you; “I knew she was mine as soon as I laid eyes on her, her scent puts the most expensive perfumes to shame, I’m growing restless, what importance are these stupid human customs when it comes to claiming my mate? I want to kill anyone that looks at her with lust in their eyes, and crush the skull of anyone harboring perverse thoughts about my goddess, she’s mine and im going to make sure she knows it, 

y/n…my greatest treasure”.

“You harbor no ill will towards the lunarian princess? You do not despise the light that radiates from her pure heart?” Jeanist asks, studying the king’s form for any hint the dragon is thinking of uttering a false hood. “Dragon’s protect their mates, our love knows no bounds, our love is eternal, and unconditional…unlike you human’s” snarls the beast. “That’s good enough for now” Aizawa states, signaling for the king’s consciousness to return.

With a fierce display of teeth Bakugou returns, “There, are you geezers happy now?”.

“For now…but I think we should meet once more the morning of the wedding, and weekly after that” Aizawa says, looking at Jeanist for his approval. “I agree, just as a per caution-“ the finely dressed dressed man adds, only to be cut off by a furious snarl. 

“I’m getting real fucking sick of you two insinuating I’m some loose cannon that would bring harm to my woman!” The irate blonde shouts, banging his sparking fist on the table “Ever since I returned home and told you guys about her you’ve been acting weird, is there something going on that I don’t know about?!”.

Both of the older men give each other a side eye, which only proceeds to agitate the temper-mental man further. 

“For years I’ve respected you both for your knowledge and strength, that’s why you became my trusted advisors in the first place! That aside, I’ll tell you one last thing…” the dragon king gets to his feet, leaning forward on the sturdy oak table “If I find out either one of you has been keeping information from me, are aware of any conspiring, privy to any plot against my marriage or that could possibly bring harm to my wife…I will execute you myself…understand?”.

Crimson irises are alight with fury as they stare down the two men. Neither one of them display any emotion as they reply in unison;“Understood, your majesty”.

“Good, this meeting is fucking adjured…Tell the old hag I’m retiring for the evening” with that, the soon to be king storms out of the room, red cape billowing behind him.

Mate is safe, she’s here where she belongs, that’s all that matters…forget their words, the Thoughts and feelings of humans mean nothing when it comes to the bonding between dragons.

With a heavy sigh, Katsuki can’t help but agree.

The day before the wedding has you bombarded with last minute preparations non stop. You’d stood for nearly two hours as the capital’s best seamstress, accompanied by her assistant, took your measurements and quite literally crafted a dress (made from your ideal choice in fabrics) by magic. Naturally everything happening was seen under Queen Mitsuki’s watchful eye. Which allowed the two of you time to bond, the stories of her time as ruler had you looking at her with stars in your eyes. This woman was not to be trifled with; She was a warrior unlike any other, going as far as to ripping out the heart of an enemy general who had attempted to over throw her rule. You weren’t entirely sure how old she was, since it’s rude to ask (but dragons do live extremely long lives), she looked to be in her late twenties, and her mannerisms were every bit as youthful as her outward appearance.

“My son is lucky that the goddess has granted him such a perfect bride, and myself such a wonderful daughter” the older woman says as she marvels at your appearance in the finished wedding gown.

Examining yourself in every angle from the surrounding mirrors you can’t help but be delighted. You finally felt like you were coming into your own as a future queen, not just the daughter of the moon goddess.

As the day wound to a close you were finally dismissed from wedding preparations! Completely worn out, you couldn’t be happier to finally sit down for dinner. A table had been placed in your room to make things easier for the maids helping you get dressed tomorrow. A small spread of food rests atop it, along with four place settings for yourself and the three individuals you insisted dine with you.

“I don’t understand where Katsuki could have run off to, he’s been gone all day…I didn’t even get to see him off this morning, he left before I woke up” you glumly inform your new friends. Serro and Denki took Kirishima’s place in guarding you, as his majesty had apparently needed the bulky redhead for something. “You most likely won’t see him until the wedding your highness, he had plenty of his own preparations to see to” explains Serro. “You gotta tell us your secret on how you deal with him y/n, he’s been so weirdly calm ever since you came to stay” Denki states, tearing his bread roll in half.

“Well I hope to continue keeping the peace around here in the future, I’ll do my best….unfortunately I have no special secret, or method that I use on him” you reply with your usual polite smile in place.

“Not even your “womanly wiles”? Ow! I was joking Mina geez” the electric blonde cries, rubbing the knot on his head.

“Do you want to get executed? You idiot! You are talking to the new queen, if his majesty hears that kind of talk happening around her you are dead!” The pinkette scolds.

“I swear I won’t tell! We’re all friends here, right? No telling the king anything that won’t hurt him!” You exclaim nervously, “That was a hard hit you delivered Mina, how does a hand maiden know anything about hand to hand combat?”. The two men begin to snicker at your question, hiding behind their hands as the pinkette glares at them. “Actually y/n…I have a confession to make…I’m not a hand maiden, I’m the second in command of his majesty’s royal guard” Mina admits, giving you a bow and a wink.

“Wait…what?! Oh no! How rude of me to have been thinking you were my assistant this whole time! Oh goddess, what must you think of my ignorance” you fret, the other three watch you with amused smiles. “You didn’t treat me badly y/n! We’re friends remeber?” Mina asks, using your earlier words against you. “Yes, we are…we’re all friends! Regardless of station, you’re all my precious new friends” you say with a nod, dazzling smile back in place. The rest of the meal was uneventful, your guards tease you about tomorrow’s festivities until it’s time for you to turn in. The two males take their places outside your door, while Mina stays to brush out your hair. Once you bid her good night and get into bed you already know it’s pointless. Your mind and body are abuzz with excitement and anxiety, sleep won’t be coming so easily. Moonlight peeks in through the cracks in the curtains, you sit up noticing the soft glow growing brighter, the shadows shrink back as if they were being burned, the air in the room began to shimmer.

Without any warning a gorgeous woman materializes at the foot of your bed. Her long silver hair sparkles, her deep blue eyes twinkle, she wastes no time in coming to hold you close to her chest. “My sweet girl, so far from home…about to become Queen of this foreign land…my how you’ve grown up so much in such a short time” her voice is as beautiful as the sound of wind chimes in a summer breeze. “Are you proud of me? I’ve finally found my way” you ask, nuzzling into her embrace.

“I am always proud of you, that will never change” Selene responded, holding her princess tightly. 

“I wish you could have met Katsuki before the wedding, I know it all seemed so rushed but words can’t describe how he makes me feel…It’s just right, I know it is” your words are rushed as you try to get everything out in one breath. This makes the moon goddess chuckle, your bottom lip begins to poke out.

“What makes you think I haven’t met him, hm?”

The question hangs in the small space between the two of you.

She motions for you to scoot over and she brings her legs up to rest atop your bed. Her hand begins to caress the top of your head once you’ve gotten comfortable with it laying in her lap. “How? When?” You ask, blinking up at her in adorable confusion. “The first time was about a year ago…the last was around six months ago” Selene says thoughtfully, “Before you get angry at him for not telling you, I used my power and swore him to secrecy, he couldn’t have told you if he wanted to”.

Just as you open your mouth to protest, she cuts you off;

“That story can wait until another day, you need to rest, tomorrow is an exciting day, your mind needs to be focused on the present”.

“You’ll be here tomorrow? From the time I wake up?” You ask as your eyes begin to grow heavy.

“After you get dressed I’ll come to see you, but I want to be seated well before the ceremony begins so I don’t take away any attention from you, we’ll have time to talk afterwards, good night my love” as soon as her words reach your ears you fall asleep.

“Your majesty”

You’re suddenly roused from the most peaceful slumber you’ve had in ages. 

“Princess, it’s time to wake up”

“Mm awake…jus need a minute” you murmur groggily, yawning and rubbing your eyes. 

“We prepared a light breakfast for you your highness, it’s on the table” says a maid to your left.

“Would you mind if we applied some oils to your hair while you eat? That way once you finish, it will be ready to wash out before you get in the bath” says the maid to your right, who places a robe over your night gown.

“Whatever you guys need to do is fine, let me know however I can help make this easier on you” you replied, shuffling over to the table that had a single plate amongst a number of other items. Unwrapping the silk scarf from your hair both maids lightly brush out your strands and set to work applying the conditioning mixture. It doesn’t take long to finish your toast, handful of grapes and swig down the cup of tea that made up your breakfast.

The same two maids usher you into the bathroom and you’re immediately reminded of that first day with Mina and Momo. Only you aren’t nearly as shy when you allow these women to exfoliate your entire body and scrub all your cracks and crevices. It was during that time each of them gave you their names.

“You have such a lovely complexion, it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen before!” Hakagure croons as she and Tsu finish drying you off. “Is it true you come from the moon, princess?” The green dress the dark haired woman wears reminds you of a frog’s skin. Especially with the off putting way her tongue seems to peek from between her lips on occasion. “Yes, that’s where I was born…” you replied, hesitating to disclose any more private information to these two women. So you skirt around any further personal questions, just replying politely to mundane small talk as they got you ready. Mina stuck her head in to check on you a little while later, and immediately took over the task of styling your hair. Demoting Tsu to polishing your now sharpened nails as she did so. Momo entered shortly after that greeting you and giving congratulations before handing you a silk bag.

“Ooooh let me see!” Mina squeals as you examine the contents. Reaching in you grabbed out what appeared to be a scrap of lace, confusion had you looking further into the bag and upon further inspection your face burns with embarrassment.

“You‘ll change into them after the ceremony!” Ponytail assured you “Those things are for his majesty’s eyes only, so don’t feel embarrassed”. The pinkette snickers, waggling the hair brush at you, “I’ll help you put them on 

y/n don’t worry!”. The other two women laughed along with her while Momo berated them for such childish behavior. The memories of having the king pressed up against you the other night immediiiately came to mind.

“Treasure…”

Just remembering the way he sounded growling in your ear as he ground into you against the wall. It had a flush crawling up from the tips of your toes to the roots of your hair. “I need to tell you guys something…so I can ask some questions…and I hate how this will sound so commanding…” purposefully using the repeat pause between words to build up the nerve you needed, your eyes briefly close. When they reopen any flicker of insecurity or hesitation was absent, the e/c irises now sparkling with confidence,

“As your soon to be Queen I demand that any part of this conversation is not repeated outside of this room, is that clear?”.

A cheerful chorus of “Yes, your highness” comes from each of the women helping you get ready.

A relieved sigh allows you to relax against the high backed chair you occupy, “I’ve never had any sort of intimate encounter with anyone, let alone anyone of draconian descent sooooo…What exactly am I supposed to do? How will our um…how will he? Oh goddess you lot know what I mean right?!”. So much for the cool, calm, collected persona you’d channeled seconds ago.

MoMo clears her throat in attempt to hide her embarrassment, “Ahem, well my lady if I may, since you are looking for pointers on how to go about consummation-“

“Bite him!” Mina interrupted.

“Scratch and growl at him!” Hagakure exclaims.

“Stroke his ego” Tsu offers.

“Ladies please!” Momo shouts, the other three are still tittering with laughter as she clears her throat once more “Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, when it comes to consummation in our culture”.

Now that her mediative hour had concluded Midnight gets to her feet, stretching her limbs to combat the soreness from being stationary for so long. Extinguishing the incense she’d been burning, the dark haired woman moved across the room to push back the heavy drapes and throw open the large floor to ceiling windows. Inhaling a large breath of fresh air, she savored the taste of spring on her tongue. The oracle was optimistic, her cheery disposition had been favorable as of late. Eyeing the dark purple slip and black robes she planned to wear for the days festivities, she began to get ready.

Only for a sharp rap on her door to interrupt, her cheeks puff out in frustration as she hurried to answer it. The two men on the other side don’t wait to exchange pleasantries as she allows them entry.

“How did your talk with his majesty go?” 

The difference between the two men was always similar to that of night and day. Today however, it could be considered comical; With Jeanist in his perfectly pressed dark blue General dress robes adorned with shining silver metals, matching cuff links sparkling brilliantly. Standing tall beside Aizawa in his black Dress robes with a few obvious wrinkles but equally decorated with badges of honor, his tattered scarf ever present around his neck. The latter speaks first; “The king was more on edge than usual, I’d chalk that up to pre wedding jitters, the beast-“.

His companion is quick to take over the explanation, “The dragon gave the same answers as we reported the other night, I detected no treachery or malicious intent, to be honest it seemed preoccupied…possibly a bit bored”.

“So it’s thoughts were elsewhere? Where might that be, my lord?” asks Midnight from behind her changing stands, an airy chuckle reaching their ears. “I hardly think it’s up for discussion if there was no indication of hostility towards the Princess” Jeanist replied in a clipped tone, but professional as always. Stepping out in her new outfit, the oracle grabs a black ribbon off her vanity and moves towards the dark haired man. 

“Since you will be amongst the audience you’ll get a chance to see the two of them interact, we can rehash our individual thoughts after the ceremony concludes” Aizawa says with an annoyed huff as Midnight pulls his hair back, tying the ribbon around his messy locks.

“I agree with that, now which of you is escorting me?” Her violet eyes fluttering as she smiles at the men, even though she knows the answer.

Jeanist opens the door, gesturing for the Oracle and Advisor to go ahead of him. “Don’t forget to lock it!” The woman calls as she tosses a key towards the sharp dressed man. Heeding her request, Jeanist shakes his head as Midnight’s patronizing giggles echo down the hallway.

“Are you nervous?”

The question comes from one of the two older women sitting behind you. It was strange to see Selene and Mitsuki enjoying a cup of tea together in this setting.

Both beautiful in their own right, two powerful women, one a queen of this earth land kingdom, and the other a queen residing over the moon that oversees this blue planet from the heavens above. It was the moon goddess herself that had made an offhand suggestion that perhaps Mitsuki would be able to trace her lineage back to the warrior queen of Mars. They both chuckled at this, and watching their exchange you can’t help but wonder if there just might be truth to her claim.

Seeing them get along so well made you feel at ease.

“A little” you admit, examining your reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time “But listening to your banter has made it easier to relax, you two seem more like old friends rather than two women who just met the morning of their children’s wedding”. Both women looked towards each other before looking back at you with smiles on their faces. Almost like they knew something you weren’t aware of.

“Maybe Goddess Selene will bless us mere mortals with her presence more often now that you’re here” Mitsuki’s voice had a slight teasing tone about it, and you could swear your mother had the slightest flush to her cheeks.

“Careful what you wish for, what if you were to grow tired of my constant intrusions? Then I’d have to give you twelve years of bad luck” Selene replies, as quick witted as ever, yet her tone held no malice.

“Mother!” You squeaked, shocked she would even joke about such a thing. The two older women laughed at your reaction. 

“Well I suppose I should go check in on Katsuki, I haven’t seen him yet today” the blonde woman says as she gets to her feet.

“You haven’t seen him at all?” You ask confused.

“That boy is a nightmare to deal with when he’s preparing for an important event, one could hardly blame me for preferring the company of two lovely celestial ladies over the company of my foul mouthed brat” she replies, patting you on the back as she walks past. Only to pause at the door and glance back at Selene, “I’ll meet you in the foyer in fourty-five minutes?” She asks.

Your mother nods and the two of them hold eye contact for a few seconds before the blonde woman leaves the two of you alone.

“How long have you known?” 

The question is sudden and quiet.

The goddess sighed before answering your question,

“After you fell asleep last night she came to your room and sought me out, I just found out”. You merely nod in response, now wasn’t the time to confront her about it.

“You look so beautiful, I’m happy that you followed your own path, I raised a perfect young woman” Selene comes to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around you.

The both of your reflections smiled in the mirror, “Oh no! I forgot to ask you-“ your sudden exclamation was hushed by your mother “I have it”. The shimmering piece of selenite appeared in your hand, it was crafted into a perfect crescent shape, a small gold hoop stuck through the top. “Thank you momma” you gushed happily “It’s perfect”. “I have one more thing to give you” she replied, moving towards your dresser. She brought back a small stone box with a large moon on the lid, ancient inscriptions were carved in on all sides proving its age. 

“This belonged to my great grandmother, and now it’s yours” 

The handsome (albeit grumpy) king readjusted the gold chain and fang necklaces around his neck for the umpteenth time. An annoyed growl rips from his throat as he takes the smaller few off. Looking back In the mirror he nods, now sporting only the largest golden chain and his newest piece made from the fangs of the ancient dragon he’d slayed recently. The Royal jeweler had just delivered it this morning, along with a few other pieces that Bakugou had also requested be made.

“Very impressive your majesty” Kirishima says with a flash of his own fanged smile. The red head and three other members of the king’s personal guard lean against the wall of Bakugou’s bedroom closest to the door. Just the five of them occupied the room, the servants that had tried assisting the temperamental Royal at getting ready had vacated the premises a long time ago.

“Looking a little nervous my king” Kaminari says offhandedly.

“Not getting cold feet are you?” Serro is quick to add, both men smirking at the king’s now obviously ruffled feathers.

Katsuki whirls around on them with clenched teeth and fire alight in his eyes, and just as he opens his mouth to begin a ferocious tirade, the bedroom door opens.

“You clean up well brat” Queen Mitsuki teases her son as she enters the room “Would you four give us a moment, it’s about time for you to take your places”.

A chorus of “Yes your majesty” comes from the four knights as they single file out of the room.

“Here it is, the day of my first and only son’s wedding…The day you will become king in more than just words, this land will be not just your’s to rule but your Queen’s as well” the blonde woman comes to stand before her son, “I know your father is proud of you, and I am just as proud of the man that you have become Katsuki”. The way his mother wraps her arms around him comes as a surprise to the king, he is still quick to return her hug just as tight, mumbling a soft “Love ya mom”. When the two of them separated the older woman dabbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her dress, “Don’t you dare hold this against me, I’m probably going to be bawling more than once today”.

“Wouldn’t dream of it hag”

“So much for a sentimental moment between mother and son, you brat”.

“My lady, it’s time” the voice of a servant alerted you. Taking one last look at your reflection, the glittering tiara atop your head fills you with new confidence. The magic that flowed through your veins even seemed to be amplifying thanks to the treasured heirloom. You had to walk yourself down the aisle, which would mean that every eye will be focused solely on you. Remembering that you are a representation of the lunarian kingdom, you were sure to stand tall and proud, walking with the utmost grace. Exiting the open door, a beautiful burgundy rug has been laid out over the grass, leading down the sloping palace grounds, between the many rows of occupied seats. Excited whispers began as everyone turned to watch you walking down the aisle.

“Absolutely stunning!”

“Is she really from the moon?”

“How beautiful our new queen is!”

The compliments only made you more reassured in your self-confidence. You look towards where the rug ends, seeing steps leading up a raised platform and your heart skipped a beat. The Dragon King stands waiting for you in all his glory; His usual fur lined cape is draped over his shoulders, tribal ink snaking up his impressive biceps, that unintentionally flex as his arms are crossed in front of his chest. The golden chain around his neck glitters, drawing your attention to the second necklace he wore made up of black beads and large jagged teeth. Somehow you manage to keep yourself from hurrying forward. Each step you take is slow, and meaningful and once you finally reach the bottom step Katsuki reaches a hand out to you. Which you take and return his firm grip with a squeeze, allowing yourself to be led up the remaining few steps. He resembles something like a demigod, with the way his blonde hair shines in the sunlight, surrounding his head similar to the halo of an angel. Both of you smile as you take in the appearance of one another, quick to become lost in each other’s eyes. The priest clears his throat and it puts an end to the stupor you two were seemingly caught up in.

“Today marks a momentous event that will forever change history; A bridge between heaven and earth, the joining of celestial and terran, the blessed union between our Dragon King and the Lunarian princess” the elderly man says, pausing to allow the applause and cheering of the crowd. It was nice to see the few hundred or so people seated in chairs closest to the raised platform, but it was astounding to see all of the hundreds if not thousands of people, along with magical creatures, crowded in to the castle grounds. Those that didn’t fit were seated atop the heads of dragons, enabling them to watch the ceremony despite being behind the protective walls.

Turning your head away from the crowd, the squeeze of the grip on your hands has your eyes flitting upwards. Looking into Katsuki’s eyes was like being swept up in a harsh current. The priests words were immediately garbled nonsense, you were drowning in a sea of red. The veil over your face fluttered in the wind, and the king says something aloud. 

The smile he gives you has you feeling weak in the knees.

“Princess Y/n”

The sound of your title has you standing at attention, listening to the priest’s words intently;

“Do you take King Bakugou Katsuki as your husband? To have and hold through good times and bad? To stand beside him and rule this country to the best of your ability as a queen and wife?”.

“I do and I shall” you replied confidently, squeezing the large hands holding your own.

“Then by the power invested in me, witnessed by all that are here, I now pronounce you husband and wife” as soon as the words were said the veil was lifted from your face and Katsuki was kissing you. The kiss was deep and breath stealing, you could feel the desire and happiness in it. Cheers had broken out all around the courtyard, the roars and shouts echoing from all around the kingdom. Just as your lungs began to burn from lack of air did the kiss finally end.

“I now present your new King and Queen!” Announces the priest, holding his arms open as he declares this to the crowd.

The events that followed all happened in such a rapid procession, it felt like you were wrapped up in a sort of whirlwind.

You remember receiving hugs from both Mitsuki and your mother, but after that it was just a bunch of congratulations, well wishes, and handshakes from a variety of strangers. It was only once you were ushered back into your bedroom that you could take a moment to breathe. Sitting down on the soft bed everything had started to sink in; You were now queen of an earthland kingdom, you were married to the Dragon King, a mere princess no more. Speaking of which, you hadn’t gotten a single moment with your husband, the kiss at the altar was the only one you’d gotten thus far. He hadn’t said a word while you two were being bombarded by the gathering well wishers. You hadn’t even been able to give him your present…

Fishing the selenite out from your cleavage, you sighed. Without warning the door of the room burst open and in came Mina and Momo.

The latter holding three champagne flutes, while the former clutched a half empty bottle.

“Congratulations y/n!” The pinkette cheered, hugging you happily.

Kicking the door shut behind her, the dark haired woman strides over gracefully, offering you one of the flutes, “How about a toast before we help you get ready for your special night?”. “Ah yes! That would be lovely” you smile, taking the glass as you get to your feet.

“To our new queen, and beloved friend y/n! May your marriage be happy and the fires stemming from undying love as well as passion never extinguish!” Mina exclaims and the three of you clink glasses.

Laughter proceeds only after you’d each drained your respective glass, along with Momo giving Mina a hard time about her ridiculous toast.

True to her word, Mina had indeed helped you Into the garments from that silk bag.

You couldn’t bare the embarrassment as you peeked at your reflection in the full body mirror. The two women had made sure to bathe you throughly once again. “The king won’t react well to anyone else’s scents on you during your bonding” Momo had explained, as you gave her glove covered hands a strange look.

They rubbed you down with a slightly vanilla scented, shimmering body oil (Apparently it was close to your natural scent, according to Mina). Now you were standing in the middle of your room skin glittering, clad in what was essentially scraps of silk, with dragon scale accents that hid your nipples and pussy (barely). Just as you were downing another glass of champagne, the girls pulled a thin, floor length black cloak over your shoulders. Making sure it was secured before placing a cape over your shoulders. “A gift from the King” you had been told. The outside fabric was thick and white while the inside was a black velvet, and a black fur made up the collar. It was almost just like the one your husband always wore. Your helpers made sure everything was fastened to keep any of your unmentionables from slipping out.

Just as they both stood back to admire you, a loud knock could be heard on the door. “You’re all set! You look lovely your majesty” Momo smiles. “Remember everything I told you! Especially that last bit! Just relax It’s going to be great, no worries!” Mina reminds you cheerfully as the two of them accompany you out of the door.

Kirishima was standing there waiting to escort you with his usual smile in place, he offers you his arm. Taking hold of it, the knight begins to usher you down the hall, both ladies cheering until you rounded the corner. “You look very nice my lady” the red head compliments, keeping his eyes forward but still smiling all the same. “Thank you…” you appreciate the compliment but the nervousness you felt grew with each step forward.

Finally reaching the end of the hallway, its down a short staircase and the knight opens a door for you. Another exit from the castle you weren’t aware of. The breeze is gentle, and stars are beginning to twinkle in the twilight sky. You see your mother and Mitsuki talking to Katsuki, who immediately looks towards you as you walk across the grass. His intense gaze has your face heating up, and if both your mothers weren’t standing there he probably would have pounced on you. Once you come to stand beside the three of them your king takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it “Ready to go?”. The spot his lips touched sends tingles throughout your body, all you can do is nod in reply. “You two have fun” Mitsuki says while pulling you into a hug.

“Mother, I thought you and I-“

Selene interrupts you before giving a hug of her own, “Plenty of time for that when the two of you return, enjoy this special time with your husband”.

You don’t have time to argue due to the sudden appearance of a familiar red dragon waiting just a few feet away. Bakugou bids your mothers goodbye and scoops you up bridal style. He doesn’t set you down once the two of you are seated, you stay in his lap as Kirishima takes flight. Katsuki groans as takes in your scent, nipping and kissing the sensitive flesh “Been waiting for this moment all day, could hardly wait to get my hands on you”. One of his hands slips beneath the cloak to run up your bare legs. Your toes curl as he squeezes one of your thick thighs, he doesn’t miss a beat when engaging you in another passionate lip lock. Your fingers lightly caress his cheeks before running them down to his pecs.

Your tongue tangles with his when you finally feel yourself slicking up.

The wetness between your thighs reminds you that a thin string is the only thing there to catch any drips, and you’d rather not leave a wet spot on your new husband’s pant leg.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his as you catch your breath. “My king…I’m sorry if I may not act like a proper lady tonight, I hope that come sunrise you won’t hold any of my actions against me” You say with a sigh, moving your head back to properly look him in the eye. A blonde brow is raised before a sinister smile appears on the king’s handsome face, “oho is that a challenge or a threat? my queen”. Your eyes catch sight of the slivers of sharp canines in his mouth, and your gaze lingers on them as you quietly reply, “It’s neither…I just don’t exactly feel like my usual self right now, not to say I’m someone else but my feelings are unfamiliar and overwhelming”.

Gently you reach for one of his hands and guide it towards your chest, laying it over your heart.

A sudden shyness comes over you, and looking up at him with innocent eyes you enquire, “Do you feel it?”.

Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki had been able to hear the pitter patter of your heart this entire time.

How adorable, it’s just like a bunny that’s been cornered by a hungry wolf

He can’t help but agree, his hold on you becomes impossibly tighter.

Eliminating any space between your bodies, he cradles the back of your head in a large palm. Guiding you to rest it in between his neck and shoulder. “S’normal to be nervous treasure, because after tonight you will be a different person” your king presses a kiss to your forehead “Just relax for now, it won’t be much longer until we arrive”. Something inside of you feels as though Katsuki’s voice has this underlying nefarious tone to it. An abrupt shiver shoots down your spine, in attempts to soak in the natural warmth that radiates off his skin you’re quickly wrapping your arms around your lover.

The wind is always a bit cooler at night, especially at this altitude. That explains where these continuous chills are coming from.

Right?

A/N: Something I didn’t call attention to at the end of last chapter; If you read the prophecy laid out in the prologue, and compare it to the version that Izuku reads during the flight in chapter 3 you’ll notice quite a big difference! Just to explain that in case anybody didn’t catch onto it; Only a few people in the kingdom were made aware of the complete prophecy that Midnight spoke of. There was a heavily censored version that was put out to the kingdom’s general public and it’s regarded in a celebratory way. So much so, the people turned it into a nursery rhyme song for children. This is because they remain ignorant to the other half of it. The version they know only speaks of the king finding love and that the kingdom will in turn be blessed and forever remain prosperous.I felt this was important for me to explain, just so nobody is thinking “This bitch is so dumb she can’t even remember words that she wrote three chapters prior 🙄”.I would hope none of you think that negatively of me 😅 It sure doesn’t seem that way but just Incase! ❤️‍🔥 So any thoughts or theories as to what’s going on or going to happen?

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[dirtybitfic]

HALLOWSEVE

matt sturniolo fanfiction

contains ~ mask kink, party, drinking, smoking,running (you'll see what I mean), choking , slapping, (Nick names like ma baby slut and sir)SMUTTTTT

y/n pov~

I was getting ready to go to this party in a graveyard tonight.

you may be thinking why the actual fuck is someone throwing a party in a graveyard. Buuuuut that's a very normal in the small town I live in . Everybody's parents are either always home or they'll snitch if someone has a party without their parents knowing so we have all our partys in the graveyard.

the grave yard is on the west side of town which is the more rugged part most of the super hot bad boys with tattoos like on that side of town. my side of town is the more "proper" side . My parents expect me to get a's and b's always have a clean room and never do anything that will look bad and bring shame to their name.

I HATE MY FUCKING PARENTS like im just a girl who wants to go out have fun and make bad decisions from time to time so when hallows eve rolls around I get EXTRA fucking excited for the weekend.

This year im dressing chuckys bride Tiffani. I think the movies are a good laugh and I just love the makeup for it so it was an easy choice.

This is the entire outfit .

I had already put my dress on and decided to do some fake blood to spice up the look for some reason I feel really hot covered in blood.

I based my makeup on this look but just kept my normal eyebrows and drew them in black and shaped them a little thinner. I decided it was time to get my wig on.

My best friend Lena just got here so I went down to let her in and damn she looks so hot .

HEY BIIITCH

HEYYY YOU LOOK SO FUCKING HOT

YOU TOO ALL COVERED IN BLOOD AND SHIT

YOU DONT THINK ITS TOO MUCH

NO GIRL IT MAKES YOUR LOOK 10 TIMES HOTTER

OKAY GOOD LET ME GET MY STOCKINGS AND BOOTS ON THEN WE CAN START WALKING TO THE PART OKAY.

alright I'll wait in the living room.

okay ill just be a second

I went and threw on my stocking and boots and grabbed my pen and put it in my pocket in my jacket along with my phone.

Okay lets get going

we started walking and surprisingly the boots are easy and confortahbe to walk in so far . the walk is about 20 minutes.

we would drive but lena totaled her car last moth and since my parents are always gone on business trips they told me they didn't feel like buying me a car said it waisted their money. sooo yeah I don't have a car due to my parents greed. lovely right .

girl I can't wait to see the westside guys tonight.

same bitch same I need to see some men who actually have a personality and are hot all the guys on our side of town are boring

no for real they are bland and can't fuck for shit

I just know half these west side boys are crazy in bed

I bet they are dominant too

oooh bitch and if I see a man in a mask im jumping on his plain and simple

realest shit I've heard in weeks and trust girl if I see a man covered in tattoos with lights eyes and light hair he's mine plain and simple

you know I've always wanted to be fucked in a grave yard and chase through one and oh my god imagine a man dragging you into the crypts fuck that would be the best night of my life

fuckkk bitch that actually sounds like the actual hottest thing ever.

RIGHT LIKE DRAG ME DOWN THOSE STAIRS IN THE DARK AS I KICK AND SCREAM IN FEAR AS YOU DRAG ME BY MY HAIR AND THROW ME ON THE GROUND AS FUCK ME LIKE A SLUTTTT

damn girl you really need some dick tonight cause wow that was a lot

buuuuut I agree

hahah yeahhh that's if I can find a man worth my time you know im picky

yeah I know but hey I have a feeling this hallows eve is gonna be a good one

I fucking hope so

we start to get closer to the graveyard and start to hear faint music as we got closer

we got to the gates and saw a shit tone of people in the further back of the yard drinking and dancing the music was a lot louder now as we walked through the gates and over around the people who were dancing.

I pulled out my pen and took a couple hits handing it to lena to take a couple hits.

hey y/n I hear behind me I turn around to see its a guy from my chemistry class I don't remember his name and honestly I don't care to try .

umm hi

you look really hot I almost didn't recognize you

oh yeah what gave it away

your ass I could spot it from a mile away

oh how nice well if you'll excuse me i'm gonna go get a drink

oh um yeah okay we'll see you in class monday

mmhm yeah bye

I hate men like what the fuck you could have said my eyes or my hands or anything else but my fucking ass but noooo

I was walking over to the coolers the I spotted a tall man holding a ghost face mask in his hand talking to some other super hot guys .

they looked a bit older maybe early 20s but fuck me the one holding the mask is so hot i'm drooling . I bent over to grab a drink and he turned around looking at something deeper in the woods I followed his direction and saw a crypt slowly peep out of the shadows.

it looked so ominous and creepy which excited me but I looked back at him to find him starting at me .

I took a deep breathe as we made deep eye contact he started smirking at me and then made his way over to me I just stood here maintaining eye contact as a small smile crept onto my face.

I know I said I was picky but fuck the man is everything I want and more he's tall, blue eyes dark hair , a sexy ass smirk, and is covered in tattoos. He has a lure to him and im determined to find out what it is .

as he stands infant of me I have to look up to meet his gaze .

god his face looks like it was carved from the gods his jaw is so sharp and his cheekbones are so sculpted along with his very dead boy eye that drive me up a wall.

what's your name beautiful

I almost folded right then and there his voice is deep and demanding it send sock waves straight to my pussy.

y/n

it nice to meet you y/n

its nice to meet you too uuuh

matt

Matt its nice to meet you

so you in high school y/n

yep im a senior

nice nice so your like what 18

im a actually 19 I uh failed first grade

hmmm interesting

why is that interesting

it thought girls like you never failed anything so poised and perfect all the time

yeah well I guess it'll come as a shock to you im far from perfect and poised

oh really he says with a smirk

yep sure is

okay then what's the craziest thing you've done

I broke into my ex boyfriends house and smashed his car to pieces when I found out he was cheating on me

damn fiesty, I like that

yeah he messed with the wrong fucking bitch. most people think im little miss perfect when im actually just a psychotic mess

a very sexy psychotic mess

oh really

yeah princess this might come a shock but I don't normally talk to girls at these parties but there's something about you I just couldn't resist

as long as you don't say it was my ass well be good

why would I say it was your ass

ah some loser form one of my classes said the only reason he could tell I was me tonight was my ass because he could pick it out of a crowd pretty much

well that's objectifying

right like ew I mean yeah I know my ass is nice I mean I guess but why did he think that would make me like him

cause hes a little fucking high school boy

oh yeah so im guessing your not in high school anymore

nope graduated 2 years ago im 20

god I can't wait to be out of that hell whole and leave this town

yeah I get that small towns are meant for everyone

yeah its definitely not the place I wanna be living fir the rest of my life

same ... hey you wanna go for a walk go check out the crypts

id love too

he grabs my hand as we start walking further in the the grave yard I look back and see lena talking to one of his friends who I know is her type so she won't be missing me and I sure won't be missing her with Matt right next to me.

so you ever gonna it mask on matt

why do you want me too

maybe maybe not

I will later youll see

well that was kinda creepy wait your not taking me out her to murder me are you

no id never kill someone so beautiful it would be such a waste

I just looked up at him smiling at this point we already passed the first crypt he had been eyeing earlier and were so far form he party the music is no longer in ear shot.

the only sound is the leaves crunching under our feet and the cicadas its slightly creepy but it also has me becoming a bit turned on .

I sigh as I see flashes of Matt chasing me in his mask and dragging me into a crypt and fucking my brains out

what is that pretty little mind of yours thinking right now princess

what oh uhhh nothing nothing

that sigh didn't sound like nothing

okay fine I was just thinking about a fantasy ive always had about this grave yard and the crypts

okay explain he says as we come to a stop and he sits down on one of the raised graves. I go to sit next to him but he pulls me onto his lap.my breathe hitches as the sudden contact of my ass on his lap but I just stare off ahead of us at the willow trees surrounding the wooded areas.

I feel his breathe on my neck

tell me this fantasy ma

the nick name has me becoming wet its so hot

well its starts off with me being chased through the graves and the woods to the biggest crypt and the guy chasing me catches me and drags me down the stairs of the crypt and throws me to the floor fucking me as he calls me his dirty little slut amongst other things.

wow very detailed how long have you had this fantasy

since I was 16

hmm have you ever told anyone else about this before

yeah one of my ex boyfriends . I told him before we were coming to a party here seeing if he would make it a reality and he stopped the car told me to get out and walk and said I was mentally ill and disgusting and broke up with me.

what a pussy I mean a guy like me would have jumped at the chance for a girl to even have a fantasy remotely like that.

what do you mean a guy like you

a dominant man who isn't scared of a little fun and games

mmmm I moan as I shift on his lap

are you a submissive type of girl y/n

ye-yeah I guess

you like when a man takes control tells you how much of a slut you are as he makes you shake and cry underneath him hmm

oh fuck im so turned on right now I dotnt even know how to react

ohh yeah I bet you do . you like when a guy smacks you ass so hard it leaves a mark or when a guy slaps you across the face so hard you head snaps to the opposite side.

mmm yeah I-i d-do

someones a little turned on . aren't you ma

mmm was all I could get out a small moan answering his question

he slaps my thigh hard causing me to gasp.

answer me when I ask you a fucking question

ye-yes im sorry

im sorry what

im sorry sir

mmm good girl now stand up

what w-why

because I fucking told you too now stand up

I stood up and turned sound to face him I kept my head down as he stood tall and slim infant of me . I saw his hand holding the mask move up and I followed his movements he held the mask next to face smirking.

you got a mask kink ma?

wh-what I -

don't even think about lying to me right now

I sighed looking down yes I whispered

what was that im sorry I couldn't hear you

I said yes

drop the attitude

yes sir

good girl he says as he slips the mask on making my stomach flutter and a gush of arousal soak my underwear

now im gonna give you a head start

wh- a head start for w-what

your fantasy ma you better start running

b-but im in heels what if I--

1...2...

I turn and start sprinting the best I can in these fucking boots. I can't believe this is actually happening right now the hottest guy i've ever seen is making my fantasy a reality. He had no hesitation and I know for damn sure he is gonna fulfill my needs just the way he carries himself tells me he knows how to make a girl feel good .

I start to run out of momentum I turn to see him coming in hot behind me as he runs into me grabbing me from behind causing me to scream from the impact.

caught ya

mm seems like it what a shame im breathing hard from running so far

he throws me over his shoulder causing me to let a small laugh out

get all your laughs out now ma cause i'll have you doing nothing but screaming in a second .

all I did was moan at the thought. He gave my ass a hard slap causing me to moan into his back

he came to a stop and set me down I turned to see why he stopped and was met with a large stone entry way with a door at the end.

wow

yeah creepy right

yeah but also beautiful

come on ma time to get you screaming my name

oh fuck I said as he grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards the door

he kicked the door open easily and started ascending the stairs I stumbled into his back causing him to yank me infant of him as he held me by the hair .

mm ow matt

keep fucking walking your fine

its so da-dark

what you scared of the dark or something

k-kinda y-yeah

aww cute

I heard the flick of a lighter and then there was light shining down the stairs I guess there was a torch on the wall because he lit it and handed it me so I could carry it and see as we kept walking down the stairs. Once we reaches the bottom I looked around taking in our surroundings.

there were more torches on the walls so I went and lit them with the one I was holding then put it out so I could set it down.

I turned to look at Matt he had taken the mask off and threw it aside I could finally see his beautiful face again causing me to smile .

what?

nothing just like looking at you

oh really and why is that?

I don't know your just so... beautiful ... dark and mysterious but you feel so --- safe and warm you know

wow ... ive never been described like that before

oh really? how are you usually described

dark, mean , cold, asshole , crazy

I don't think that at all

im glad you don't I like your description much more

yeah me too he walked towards me and stood right infant of me

he put his hand around my neck chocking me slightly making me look up at him.

( listen to My own summer and beware by deaftones and for the next part)

he leans down so are lips are almost touching .

Im gonna ruin you

do it

He attaches our lips the kiss is deep and needy.

His other hand moves to my ass giving it a squeeze making me moan into the kiss.

He moves his hand from my neck down to my jacket taking it off. then moving my dress straps down my arms pulling the top to bunch at my waist as he breaks the kiss and moves down to neck sucking and biting leaving marks in his way.

mmmm matt i moan as he moves to my tits liking and sucking my nipples.I tug at his shirt wanting him to take it off and he does .

Get on your knees now

I get down to my knees and look up at him waiting for his next move he started undoing his belt and I just watch as his large veiny hands move to his button and zipper of his jeans pulling them down.

He's left in his boxers and I can see his large dick print being confined by the thin fabric .

well are you gonna just sit there or do I need to tell you what to do

I move to remove his boxers as his dick pops out . I start salivating just looking at it he's pretty big and thick too .

I take him in my hand and pump a couple times before giving the head small kisses and licks I go down to the base and lick up them take him in my mouth

mmm fuck that's a good girl

I moan around his tip from his small praise and continue to suck hard but at a slow pace trying my best not to gag.

He takes my hair in his hands and starts thrusting into my mouth causing me to gag and tears to well up in my eyes.

Good girl sucking me in so good

I moan again causing him to throw his head back and thrust harder after a second he pulls out of my mouth as I start couching .

He kneels down in front of me putting his hand on my chest and pushes me back til im laying on my back on the rough ground.

Im gonna make you cum so hard your legs are shaking around my head ma

oh fuck matt please

He takes off my dress and panties so I’m fully exposed to him.

he moves down so his head is between my legs . I jump when he starts sucking on my clit and god the things he's doing with his mouth are enough to send me over the edge in under a minute.

FUCK MMMM

feel good ma

yes fuck uhhh so good

mmmm he hums as he sucks on my clit sending me into a shaking orgasm.

mmmm FUCK MATT im cumming

mmmm good girl look at you shaking from just my mouth

I thought he was done but he keeps licking and sucking then he adds two fingers into me causing my legs to shake uncontrollably.

F-FUCKK MATT ITS T-TOO M-MUCH I CANT

awww yes you can ma give me one more I know you can

mmmmm fuck... fuck matt im so close

mmm he groans as he licks my clit and moves his fingers in and out at a fast pace his other hand moves under my thigh lifting it over his shoulder .

My breathing is rapid as I feel my second orgasm moving in at a rapid rate. But this time I know damn well im gonna squirt so I chose to warn him.

M-MATT fuck im g-gonna squirt

mmmm good girl soak my face baby give it to me

f-fuck fuck oh my god

such a good girl you gonna quirt all over me

FUCK UHHH-MA-MATT IM GONNA .... FUCKKKKK

I scream as I quirt all over him

gooooood girl that's it ma

fuck matt I say as I come down from my high

awww look at your legs shaking

shut up

all 4s now

matt your so big I don't know if I can h- before I finish my sentence he grabs me by the neck

I wasn't fucking asking now do as your told

yes sir I say kind of bratty

fix your tone when you speak to me slut he says as he lightly slaps me across the face and fuck was it the hottest thing ever.

I move to all 4s and spread my legs for him.

Good girl he says as he lines himself up with my leaking entrance.

Go slow please matt I say knowing this is gonna hurt.

I will ma don't worry he says as he slowly starts sliding his tip in

mmm ... fuck I say as I felt him stretching me wide causing a burning sensation.

You okay ma he asks sweetly .

mmhm just h-hurts a little

I know you can take it ma its okay I got you

he bottoms out hitting so deep in me . It hurts so good

mm fuck your so tight ma

mmm- fu-fuck matt your stretching me s-so much

I know ma I know tell me when to move

I gave myself a little time to adjust

o-okay you can m-move

he starts thrusting slow and deep the pain starts to slowly go away and starts feeling like heaven.

fuck faster matt

try asking again he says slapping my ass hard causing me to gasp

p-please sir please fuck me faster

such a good girl for me

he starts pounding into me at a faster pace sending shock waves through my whole body .

FUCK MATT MMM S-SO DEEP

mmm yeah you like that slut

fuck ...Y-YES FUCK

such a good slut taking me so well

the degrading name makes me clench around him

aww you like when I call you a slut huh

y-yes I-l-love it

he brings his hand to hair clenching it hard in his fist as his other hand goes onto my back making me arch even more for him causing him to hit so deep it makes my legs uncontrollably shake.

F-FUCK MATT YOUR TO DEEP I-CA-CANT T-TAKE IT

yes you can slut he growls out through gritted teeth

N-NO I CANT I say harshly bringing my hand back pushing on his stomach trying to push him away .

he grabs my arm harshly holding it behind my back as his hand in my hair moves to my throat gripping it hard.

your gonna fucking take it like a good little girl

N-no

no? he says harshly as his hips fault to a stop and he pulls me up to meet his chest as he grips my neck harder.

since you wanna sit like a fucking brat he says as he shoves me face down on the rough ground holding both of my hands behind my back

he lowers himself so his breathe Is hitting my ear causing me to shiver

ill fucking treat you like one he says as he starts thrusting rough, fast, deep and harder than ive ever been fucked in my life.

M-MATTT FUCK FUCK

aww what's wrong am I being to rough

Y-YES MATT PLEASE FUCK P-

please what

PLEASE I-CA-CANT T-TAKE IT I-MMM FUCK

you know your mouth is saying one thing but your pussy is saying something completely different

MMM FU-FUCK SHIT Y-YOUR SO DEEP

you like it when I fuck you like a bratty slut and you can't say no I feel you clenching my fucking cock

mmmm F-FUCK yes

yes what slut he takes both my hands in one hand and brings his down harshly on my ass

ye-yes sir fuck sir I lo-love it

atta girl you gonna cum for me

ye-yes sir mmm fuck he starts pounding me harder than I ever thought was possible as he slaps my ass harshly

cum on my cock me give it to ma

F-FUCK M-MATT MMMMM I scream as I cum all over his cock.

He keeps pounding into me harshly I started to come down. from my high as my legs were shaking and starting to give out under my weight.

m-MATT I ca-cant keep myself up m-much longer

he pulls out slapping my ass

flip over for me ma

I flip over laying on my back holding onto my legs trying to stop them from shaking but it doesn't help at all.

Keep eye contact for ill stop got it

y-yes sir

good girl he says as he lines himself back up to my entrance

he slides back in and starts pounding into me deep and slow he grabs my legs bringing them up onto his shoulders hitting me so deeply I can feel him in my stomach.

F-FUCK MATT YOUR S-SO BIG

he brings one hand down onto my stomach as he feels himself inside me as his other one moves to my neck shocking me not too hard but the perfect amount of pressure to drive me crazy.

fuck your so fucking wet for me mama

mmmm fu-fuck matt i th-think I gonna squirt

the pressure he is applying on my lower stomach has me about to turn into a damn fountain.

squirt all over me baby soak me

F-FUCK MATT I- I can't even finish what I was saying as I felt myself let go all over him.

fuuuuuck your so fucking hot

mmm fu-fuck matt

he starts pounding into me again my legs won't stop shaking around his neck and I start to feel overstimulated.

m-matt i ca-cant take it a-anymore pl-please

yes you can baby I know you can

I try to push him out of me by pushing on his toned abdomen with only causes him to slap me across the face making me whine out .

keep you hands down understand

y-yes sir I-im s-sorry

good girl im getting close ma I promise just hold on for a little longer

f-fuck okay

he sets my legs so they are around his waist as he brings his body flush against mine as he fuck me deep and rough

F-FUCK MATT MMMM

I start clawing at his back from over stimulation .

fu-fuck ma I can feel you clenching again

I claw his back deeper as I feel pressure building in my stomach and then suddenly snap

fuck ma your squirting again jesus

I didn't even know I was squirting all I felt was extra pleasure run through me

F-fuck matt mmm god

I squirt over and over I can't seem to stop (nah cause this happened to me in real life it was Lowkey disturbing not gonna lie a bitch was in pain the next day)

Jesus y/n ive never seen some one squirt so much so close together

I c-cant s-stop

I know baby its okay

I claw down his back harder and I bury my face into his shoulder as I bite down as I squirt again my legs are shaking so much they start cramping but I literally can not stop squirting and its driving me crazy .

F-fuck ma your soaking me j-jesus christ

I-im sorry

don't be sorry this is the hottest thing ever

mmmmmm FUCK I scream as I quirt even harder from his hips angling even more hitting deeper

fuck ma im gonna cum

fu-fuck matt fill me up p-please fuck

yeah you wanna be a good little cum slut

Y-YES FUCK MATT PLEASE I scream I squirt yet again as it starting to make my stomach hurt

his hips start to sputter and his thrusts become sloppy.

f-fuck im cuming he says as I feel his warm cum fill me up I moan out as I squirt one last time before his thrusts stop and he pulls out .I feel our mixed liquids running out of my pussy.

fuck that was ... the best sex.. ive ever h-had I say as I laugh a little curling my legs into my chest as my entire body is shaking and tears are streaming down my face.

F-fuck after that I never wanna fuck anyone else

I laugh as I shake uncontrollably I th-think you broke me

aww baby im sorry was a actually to rough

n-no I fucking loved it I just don't think ill be able to stand let alone walk out of here I laughed casein g him to chuckle and shake his head.

he went and grabbed his clothes putting them on and then coming back over to me helping me up my knees immediately buckle so he has to hold me up against the wall so I don't fall as he helps me putt my outfit back on. I felt my back burning really bad as he slid my dress over my head.

OW FUCK I cried out as the stinging got worse

wh-what what's wrong

my-b-back is burning like another fucker

he spins me around JESUS im so sorry it must have been from your backing rubbing on the ground you have big strawberries all over your back

eh honestly I deserve it I definitely did a mean number on your back

uuuh yeah you think he turns around lifting his shirt showing me his back I gasp.

OH JESUS MATT why didn't you stop me those are deep and bleeding

well I uh- I have a pain kink so I thoroughly enjoyed it

o-oh well then I guess your welcome

yes thank you very very much he says as he turns around and gives me a sweet and soft kiss .

come on your coming home with me

I try to walk but my legs fail me and he laughs at me

stop laughing bitch you did this to me

watch that pretty little mouth or your getting round two when we get home

as much as I enjoyed this I could not handle anymore tonight so I brought my hand up to my mouth acting like Im zipping them and threw away the key

come on drama queen he says as he picks me up and I lock my arms around his neck and legs around his waist

I keep my head sizzled into his chest as he blows out the torches on the walls and grabs the last lit one and makes his way back up the stairs he blows out the torch as we walk out of the crypt.

as we approach the part of the grave yard the party was going on in I hear the faint music again I start to feel embarrassed about the state i'm in right now . He walks over to his friends .

Damn bro you have been gone for three fucking hours

God is she even alive anymore

I let out a small giggle at his friends statement.

Yeah yeah funny bro she's fine but were heading home so ill catch you guys later

okay bye bro

byeeee I say as I smile and wave at them as matt walks away from them.

they all just laugh and shake their heads

your friends seem fun

yeah their pretty cool

oh my god y/n

we both look over at my best friend

You been gone for three fucking hours I thought you were dead

no no im fine I promise

she smirks at me as her eyes run over my face and body that is still clinging to matt.

wow you guys had a lot of fun

yep sure did im matt by the way

nice to meet you matt well y/n I guess your going home with him huh

yep sure am I love you and we'll talk tomorrow okay

okay I love you

I love you too

matt walks us all the way to his car he opens the door and sets me down as he shuts the door and gets into the drivers side.

he starts up the car and drives to him house . he parks the car then hops out to help me out and we slowly walk to the door as he unlocks it and we enter.

wanna showers pretty girl

yes please

alright come on its upstairs

we get to the bathroom and he sets me down on the toilet .

go pee im gonna grab a change of clothes for us real quick

okay I finish up my business ad he come back in and helps me get my clothes off and I take my wig off and undo the braid bun I did under the wig.

wow I love your natural hair

aww thank you I said smiling

you wouldn't happen to have like makeup remover or face wash would you

um let me check my mom might have left some in the guest bathroom last time she was here

okay thank you

as he left the bathroom I smiled to myself and the looked over the work he did on my neck and chest then I looked down at my knees seeing that they are scraped and bruising.

I turned to look at my back and Jesus it was so scraped that there was blood and it was also bruising.

here you go my mom left these makeup wipes

thank you I said as I grabbed them and took my makeup off

you know I never thought about how bad a crypt floor would damage my body when I had my fantasy

yeahhh we probably should have thought about that

mm yeah. but hey it was worth it

sure was . You know I didn't even wanna go to that party but im glad I did

oh yeah? and why is that?

I would have never met the most beautiful girl ive ever seen and fucked her into oblivion

mmmm yeah I guess your right and thank you for the compliment

of course ma now lets shower

we hopped into the shower and we washed each others bodys both hissing when the soap and water hit our tainted backs .

we got out and dried off as we put on our change of clothes .

sorry I didn't you know have a change of underwear for you but I there yours in the wash so they are clean for you tomorrow

oh its okay thank you

of course wanna go to bed im fucking exhausted

yes please im spent

he led me to his room and we crawled under the covers as he turned on his fan .

we cuddled into each other as we started to drift off to sleep in each others arms.

hey y/n

yeah matt

I know we just met tonight and stuff but uh would you maybe wanna go out on a real date sometime

yes id love that matt I looked at him smiling as he smiled at me placing a sweet kiss on my forehead .

we fell asleep and that was that.

Gooooooooood NIIIIIIIGHT xoxo

[crimsonbubble]

Heyyyy its me again, brat anon asking for more Ghost x gn reader with ripped abs

👁👄👁💧 So like imagine reader wearing something that really defines their curves and stuff like a skin tight shirt or dress but to make it gender neutral, just a skirt tight shirt and cargos which just MMM catches the attention of Ghost and a couple of female recruits that drool over you. I can just imagine Ghost’s reaction when a random girl traces your abs and toned muscles, calljng you handsome and shit as you sit there awkwardly trying to push her away. No worries if you don’t do this but like GOD DAMN. Just imagining his anger and hatred toward the girl 😩

NONNIE LEMME SMOOCH YOU RN 🤲🤲

cw. suggestive, gn!reader, muscled!reader, jealous and protective!ghost, brief moment of harassment *not proofread, just pure brainrot

reblogs and comments are appreciated <33

there are two scenarios here;

imagine clubbing with the task force. dressing up and feeling yourself in the tight shirt that fits oh so well and jeans that hug everything just the right way.

I can imagine that ghost kinda sticks around soap or you most of the time because he isn't too sociable. but imagine getting up to get a drink and being approached by a woman at the bar. you try and be friendly, kindly greeting her as you wait for your drinks.

you're not really paying attention to her as you try and grab your drinks, but she's putting the drinks in your hands back on the counter. she pushes against your chest, feeling all over and continued to press her chest against you even when you try to love away.

a lump is in your throat as you try to find the others to signal one of them to help you. a strong hand pulls you back and pushes the girl away. before she could start complaining, she scoffed and walked off. the familiar set of hands are on your waist, turning you to them.

there's a glare of anger in his eyes as he watches the woman press herself against another guy who graciously buys her another drink. your shoulders relax as you hand him a drink, grabbing yours and guiding both of you back to the booth.

♡ — ♡ — ♡ — ♡ — ♡ — ♡ — ♡ — ♡ — ♡

training new recruits isn't easy work. so after the first comment on your physique, you brushed it off with a half smile. this continued throughout the training session.

the female recruits would mess up moves just to have you come over and talk to them. on their quick break, you were approached by two of the female recruits. you see them walk up to you through the corner of your eye, taking a quick swig of your water.

"how can I help you ladies?" they only giggled, explaining that they just wanted to talk to you. you let out a slight hum before stiffening when they both stood on either side of you, feeling all over your biceps. words left your head as they simply touched what they thought they could.

before a gruff voice from behind you, startled them and you. "Go back to the others and drop 40." the girls ran back to the others and joined in the set. his arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. his hand pushed your head closer to him, whispering in a deep voice that had you shuddering.

"I'm the only one who has the right to touch you like that, isn't that right, baby?" your cheeks heat up, nodding slowly as he nudged you to continue with training the newbies.

[ifihadtopickadad]

you've made a mistake by telling me to go read up on the au- (/j)

anyway. susan refers to nessa and gregory as her children, so i assume this means she adopted nessa?? either legally or just emotionally, and considering she was homeless before henry gave them the afton house i am going to assume the us legal system wouldnt give her custody of nessa at all so its the latter.

WILLIAM FINDING REMNANT AS A TEENAGER IS SUCH A COOL CONCEPT ?!?!? like. him finding it post cc (i love how you call him benny btw. really cool name) or charlie's death is interesting, but the idea that he experimented using animals (AND HIS OWN FAMILY DAMN) and then moved onto children/humans once he- presumeably- did everything he could with being that didnt have the same level of sentience?? amazing. very evil-scientist core. love it.

remnant working similar to radiation is also an interesting idea, having to be stored carefully or it will 'possess' the objects around it. (imagine william tried to store it in a bucket one time and the bucket just. got possessed. what do you even do in that situation-) are there some materials that remenant is physcially unable to uh. meld itself into i guess?? like some resources are just remnant resistant??

will susan tell the kids about remnant? about everything (or even just some things) the aftons had going on? or is she going to try protect them from the truth?? DOES SHE FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO MIKE POST-SISTER LOCATION?? is the scoop canon to this au?? (if so my next question is how did faz ent get the sperm of a corpse but its faz ent. theyll find a way.)

the au seems great so far !! definately really interesting, will be Rotating It in my mind for the next several days and going mental any time you post something new for it lol

take care !! <3

It Twasn't a mistake. Twas a calculated risk.

I love people asking about the stuff I make. I'm out here stimming from excitement, you got me smiling so hard that my dimples are showing.

Emotionally and illegally. If there's one thing the lore has shown us about Henry beyond what we already know, it's that after William's bull-fuckery Henry had to be just as shady to bring the musty dusty purple Pringle down so paying someone to forge adoption papers was easy(I like to think he fnaf!Neil Caffrey to do it)

The concept of William discovering Remnant post-CC is nice but it never lined up quite right to me, I know way too much about how famous historical scientists studied the way stuff worked extensively to even begin experimenting with it to think that he discovered Remnant, and immediately started killing people to get results. William isn't on the Anti Social Personality Spectrum but he is an undiagnosed Narcissist with a God-Complex. So, William discovers Remnant as a teen and does smaller experiments to figure out how it works (this is one of my fnaf theories specifically around William's relationship to Remnant)

All the discourse about Remnant is actually what inspired the Radiation thing. Everyone, everywhere, was losing their minds over the insanity that is Remnant and I had a throwaway thought about how we've seen all this in fiction where Radiation is the given cause: the mutates in every Fallout game ever and the TV show, Spiderman, The Hulk, Corpse Mikey would fit right in in the Fallout-verse, etc. All fnaf does is take all of those concepts and shove them into one place and I love that. The only thing it doesn't do is bring you back to life and I think that's because you need internal organs for that. Mike lost his organs but not his brain so Remnant kept brain activity going.

The bucket thing did happen. It wasn't a bucket thought. It was one of those plain lunch boxes. He had one already but, he bought an extra to store the Remnant in. Long story short, it's early morning, and he's practically brain-dead as he gets ready for school so he grabs one of the lunch boxes without. Lunch in the cafeteria was legendary that day. The lunch box screeched, and he made up a half-lie about trying to invent a musical lunch box but grabbing the wrong one. He invented an actual musical lunch box that was fairly popular in UK for a while.

Yes! Funny enough Radiated materials are the only things Remnant can't meld itself to. He could never figure out why but, William's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He bought and repurposed multiple microwaves to act as radiated containers.

By the time they get to the house Gregory and Nessa are 10 and 14 respectively so she does tell them, they're also Geniuses ala Afton Genetics and they're also Peak Gremlins™️ so they'd find out anyway.

Everyone knows Michael Afton(legal name Mike Schmidt) as a Missing Person's case that's gone unsolved for decades by this point. The footage of him getting scooped was scrubbed as was his being worn like a meat suit. But there is footage of 'Mike' forcing himself up and to the Elevator. His organs were all gone by the time the Police got there but the blood muscle and other bodily fluids were still there. It's believed that Mike was lured to the scooping room through abuse and manipulation a fact further compounded by the bodies of the technicians being found hanging by police.

The general belief is that he died out in the wilderness but, his body was never found hence the Missing Presumed Dead thing. This all happened in 1986 when he was 17. Afton Robotics and Fazent shut down Circus Baby's officially and stopped renting out the Funtimes after this because they weren't fast enough to cover it up like with the Missing Children's Incident and the Bite of '83. And so began the downfall of Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics.

So yeah, the scoop happened here, and since Remnant works with what's already there and Mike's practically made of the stuff because he grew up eating it, his sperm was kept intact ala Remnant(I mean he didn't lose his penis to the scoop.)

As for the name. I was watching the sandlot when I came up with it. (His middle name is Garret) I'm glad you like it.

[sea-owl]

Oh Colin is gonna go absolutely feral once his queen comes back 8 months pregnant waddling around the palace like a penguin like he's one snap of a hairthread away from bubble wrapping Penelope and locking her away in a tower. Francesca had to give him a potion to calm his ass down because he quadruple checked every crook and cranny of the palace in the last hour making sure its baby proof. This himbo king is gonna fistfight the wind if it made Pen shiver and eradicate every dust particle in the underworld if Pen sneezed ONCE. Like please give me my himbo king who's stupidly in love and goes batshit insane at anything that even mildly inconveniences his queen i love him 😂

Anonymous asked: Please, please tell us more about pregnant Penelope’s return to the underworld. I’m just picturing the scene in my head, and it’s either cute or hilarious.

I'm dying. I made Lord Featherington a wind god in this. So now I'm imagining Colin fistfighting him because HOW DARE HE MAKE COLIN'S WIFE AND THE QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD SHIVER! It can be a bonding experience for Colin and Portia.

Here's something on Penelope's return.

"Thank you Phillip," Penelope said as they were finishing their trek into the Underworld. "I know it hasn't been easy with me and Eloise being pregnant at the same time."

Phillip shook his head. "She is my wife and you are my friend Penelope. Plus it is quite literally my job to guide souls down to the Underworld, the queen being no exception."

Penelope giggled as she opened the door to Bloomsbury Palace, and then she blinked. She looked again and yup someone completely redecorated the inside. It looked like someone remade the inside of the palace into a pillow fort. Wall the walls and floors were made out of the squish material. Every piece of furniture looked like it had it's corners rounded off, while the vases that held Penelope's plants were now fastened to shelves on the walls. Actually Penelope didn't mind the shelf design, maybe she get some for her office.

"Penelope," Phillip whispered, his eyes taking in the scene around him. "Do you want me to stay a little longer?"

"No, no," Penelope said. "Eloise is waiting for you. I'll find the others soon enough."

"Are you sure?" Phillip asked.

"Yes. Now go before Eloise decides to another fish in the twins' beds," Penelope said.

Phillip shuddered. It took forever to get the fish smell out of Amanda's bed the last time Eloise did that. Phillip hates fish too so that had not been fun.

Penelope waved her friend and right hand goodbye before turning back to what used to be her home.

"I'll guess I'll look in the throne room first," Penelope muttered to herself.

Penelope began her waddled and immediately began cursing whoever authorized this change. This was not easy for her to walk on, and her balance was already not that great with the baby kicking all over Penelope's stomach. About ten steps in Penelope gave up and used her powers to float around the palace.

The throne room wasn't any better as it was covered it the same pillow material as the rest of the palace. Hell her throne looked to be made out of this material too! What the hell was going on?

"Oh thank Chaos you're home!"

Penelope looked up to see Francesca running forward as fast as she could on the pillow floor. It wasn't that fast to be hones.

"Fran what is going on?" Penelope asked.

"Your husband has lost his damn mind!" Francesca exclaimed. "Colin has turned the entire palace into this! Everything and anything has been baby proofed. The guards don't even wear their normal armor instead he's given them this stuffed padding. I thought Felicity was fistfight him when he suggested damming the rivers near the palace because 'what if the baby fell in?'"

"Why would the baby be even near the rivers?" Penelope asked.

Francesca threw her hands up. "That's what we said!"

Penelope's hand covered her mouth as she looked around once more. Oh shit this was all her husband's doing. "Let me talk to him. Where is he?"

"In your room," Francesca answered. "Michael dumped him there after I gave him a potion to knock him out for a few minutes of peace. It should be wearing off soon if it hasn't already."

Penelope nodded and teleported to the room she shared with her husband. Colin was indeed awake and . . . Penelope wasn't quite sure what he was doing.

"Husband," Penelope called out.

Colin looked up and his face brightened. "Pen!" Teleporting to her said Colin pulled Penelope in for a kiss. "My beautiful wife, how are you?"

"Very confused," Penelope said. "Colin what is going on? Why does our home look like the inside of a pillow fort?"

"I'm helping you!" Colin answered with a grin. "I baby proofed the palace."

Penelope did not return her husband's smile. This in turn caused Colin's to fall. "What's wrong Pen?"

"Colin this is more of a hinderance than anything. I can't even walk properly," Penelope answered truthfully.

Colin's face fell further. "Oh."

An idea came to Penelope's mind, something she's been excited to try for when she finally came home. She had seen Phillip and Eloise do it. Penelope had been jealous of the bliss that had been on Eloise's face. "I do have a way you can help me though if you turn everything back to the way it was before."

Colin looked up "Oh?" He snapped his fingers and the marble walls and flooring came back.

Penelope turned around and pulled her husband to her back. Placing his hands underneath her stomach. "Gently lift and hold it," Penelope instructed.

Colin did just that and Penelope could have sworn she could have moaned at that moment. She would swear the feeling was better than what they did to put the baby in there. The pain in her back had elevated and her head fell back against her husband.

At that exact moment baby decided it didn't like being ignored and kicked where daddy's hand was.

Colin looked down at Penelope. "Was that?"

Penelope nodded. "Yeah, that's baby."

Pure and utter adoration covered her husband's face. Kissing the side of her head as his thumbs massage against her stomach.

Penelope felt at bliss. Though this did prove to her that for all future kids she has to plan them so she gives birth in the Underworld. If Colin was like this the she was gone for most of her pregnancy Chaos only knows what he would do should she give birth up on the surface.

[saint-viscera]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤

CW’s for violence, vague recount of childhood sexual abuse and gore . if it’s not clear, the current main character is a cannibal and these acts are not condoned by me. This is a horror story , readers discretion advised. PS: there will be a time jump to the present storyline soon.

July, 4th, 1991

Her younger sister Nova always preferred to sleep with the lights off, and Amma would protest, even though she was the oldest of five. If her mother had even bothered to console her during those first nights, lying in the dark, maybe it would’ve been different. But Amma had learned early on that the monsters lurking in the shadows were nothing compared to the ones in the light—the ones with wandering hands that made her unafraid of God and what she couldn’t see.

She didn’t fear the Devil or his father. It was people that made her skin crawl the most. Even her weird dreams and midnight urges creeped her out too.

They felt like promises of the future.

Now, as Amma lay next to Rufus, sharing his warmth, she had finally forgone keeping a knife next to her whenever they blew out the candles and closed their eyes or counted the rot creeping along the wooden ceiling. She closed her eyes to find her teeth against his nape, nape against teeth, and the sweet taste of iron swirling in her mouth. One more mark to give to the many that adorned him. Rufus was covered in marks all over like he’d even drawn on with sharp glass. He didn’t look like the kid who grew up on getting fed much either. They’re the same height and both eighteen but he’s pale and skinny. Skittish like a spooked horse and pink scars all over him she wanted to touch forever. But there was this wall between them.

He never told her how many women had come before her, but the easy grin he wore whenever he overstepped said enough. He always wanted to be closer, too close, and it overwhelmed her in a way that crawled beneath her skin.

When she bit him in a lust-drunk stupor two nights ago, just as she’d always fantasized about doing to Shauna when they were younger, he had been eager—dumb and blissed out, like the time she and Shauna stole ecstasy from her older sister’s stash. Rufus always got too eager, and it bothered her, like he was trying to burrow himself inside her lungs. But this time, Amma didn’t feel like she was giving herself up to him. Even with the fear that he might strike her, she felt safe, stronger even, as she swallowed blood and skin that tasted faintly of toothpaste, the hardened kind you scraped off sinks . She didn’t like being that close to anyone unless she warranted it first. But now, it felt like she was wrapping his leash tighter around his neck, yanking it tight in her fist. He couldn’t hurt her if she was holding it, right?

But shame sat with her now.

She didn’t trust herself to be allowed this. Jimmy hadn’t broken her, the face she didn’t remember didn’t either no, she had been damned long before all of it.

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Rufus had brought his first girl to this vacant shed, hugging her tight as she kicked and slapped at his wrists, her nails digging into the scars on his chest. Out of character, he had yelled at her, called her a bitch, before taking her heart and tossing it with the rest. He had felt sorry for her after—it was supposed to be sweet, loving at its finest, before he sent them off into the dark to find heaven. Rufus kept their names down in his journal, written neatly like an obituary. The first had actually been a shy classmate; he struck her in the head while she was walking home on a back road. He had found a library book of hers on Eros and Psyche before tossing it into a lake, then ran back to his crazy brother and methhead mother, the buzzing in his fingertips never quite going away.

The shed had started to stink, maggots twisting in the coolers he’d stolen from three houses ago, their owners’ hearts now sitting in pulpy pools of stagnant water. Car pine fresheners couldn’t hide the stench no more. Rufus pulled his cowboy hat down low, covering his mouth and nose as he kicked aside notebook papers scattered across the floor, each sheet a name of a girl he’d brought here. The dirty work was piling up, and even he knew this mess needed purification. He’d stolen library books on mythos, hunting for ideas on how to keep the place holy. He whittled symbols into stones, placing them along the shed’s walls, though a few were still splattered with dried gore he hadn’t scrubbed off. His skinny back glistened with sweat as he hammered the stones back into place, a nail tucked between his teeth.

Rufus hadn’t found his ‘one’ yet.

Sure, he liked a few of the girls he brought back, even when they tried to gouge his eyes out. He’d felt softness for some of them—liked their hair, their plush hips under his bony hands. They found him cute, happy-go-lucky, but never handsome, and that was fine. Rufus adored telling them sweet nothings because he meant every word. His work was blessed.

He gathered some speckled ropes, a tarp he’d picked up weeks ago, and a shovel. He was going to take Amma to heaven tonight. The thought made his insides feel warm, a slow burn spreading through him.

Back at the cabin, Amma could hear the faint echo of Rufus’s voice. “What’s running around in that head of yours, Ams?” His words slid through the stale air like smoke. “Was it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“No. I’m just wondering… What’re we gonna do with ourselves after this.?”

“I don’t wanna keep playing house here for much longer,” she said, turning to face him as he shifted beneath the scratchy blanket. “This ain’t our place no more. It’s turning into a dump.”

The roof sagged under the weight of moss, and the cracked windows, clouded with dust, barely let in the fading daylight. Amma sneezed occasionally from the dust. The single porcelain bath they shared was rusting, the water was beginning to look a faint orange and brown hue.

“You’re right,” Rufus agreed, tracing a thumb along her jaw. “A pretty girl like you don’t belong in a place like this.”

“Are you just saying that to get me out of my pants again, or do you mean it?” Amma’s voice was defensive, her eyes narrowing. She leaned away from his touch, her body tense.

“Course I mean it. I’ve been honest with you this whole time. I let you feel my scars, didn’t I? Ain’t ever done that for no one before.” His thumb circled under her chin as he leaned in.

“I got a special gift to show you.” He looked at her through strands of black hair before brushing them out of his pale face. “Y’know that shed that’s always locked? I’ve been waiting to show you what I’ve been doing in there.”

Her eyes narrowed. “It better be some Van Gogh-level piece of work, ‘cause you’ve been zipping your lips about it for two months now, and I don’t like it.”

Rufus smiled lazily, leaning closer again, but something in his spirit twisted with irritation at her defiance. He wanted to make her understand, to control that pushback, but he let it drop.

“Shh. No,” he whispered, pulling her into his space. “I wanted to wait ‘til I was sure we were real for each other.”

“You doubting me?” Amma snapped, disappointment hardening her features. “I got more reason to keep my guard up than you got mosquito bites on your ass.” She was pushing him out again with her cutting remarks.

“We’ve both been hurt before,” Rufus replied softly, eyes hooded. “I had to be sure before I show you my gift.” He leaned in, his forehead almost touching hers, as if trying to breathe in her every word.

“So, will you trust me now?”

Amma’s eyes widened for a moment, then softened.

“Sure… I will.”

The celebration of the national holiday went off, from a far distance. Fireworks exploding and popping in midday. They were celebrating them two. He knew it.

Rufus kissed her roughly then.

Still tasting the blood she drew from him the night before.

[rijmeta]

Defunctland Disney Theme Documentary -A Critical Analysis-

so after a shit day of existing in public and thinking about my art, ive watched these videos of these very obscure youtubers :

the Defunctland video had me feeling we will never have a clear confirmation of who wrote the disney jingle. it's easy enough to get more information in the roblox video where the boss of the company (Tommy Tallarico) is so obviously putting himself out there any chance he has, even when he really should not. This man has seemingly always been kind of unlikeable, yet mostly tolerated for his entire career. On the other hand, hbomberguy mentioned the actual work of Joey Kuras, being the self-credited designer of all sound effects from.....most of the games that Tommy Tallarico Studios worked on for sound design. Joey Kuras also made the glorious sound design of the Fortnite Pick Squeak pickaxe, which is the best fucking fortnite pickaxe, after the scampi slugs pickaxe which is criminally underrepresented in the Fortnite Pickaxe Tier Lists, but whatever. Weirdly enough, none of haze's pickaxes are on the tierlist despite their extremely cool design theme, either. I didn't find the cool neon shark one, or the neon street signs either. Heh, whatever, just look at all of these I just mentioned. They're all above the pick squeak, naturally.

I'd say the vuvuzela pickaxe comes second after the pick squeak because obviously it does, it makes the player's brain enter football mode trying to activate the sound by finding a netcage and kick a ball into it, and the homestuck reference comes third because it's a good omen of what's to come. Then the balloon pickaxe is a strong fourth as it also makes great sounds of the balloons rubbing each other when you hit the air with it. Much subtler as far as sound design goes, but definitely a strong pick.

Honorable mentions go to the brightly colored dumbbell pickaxe, the splatoon pickaxe, and the drum pickaxe. Other notable pickaxes include a camera pickaxe, a pizza cutter pickaxe, but also a stop sign battleaxe pickaxe (which I feel is a very sapphic mood) as well as the obvious crowbar, going far in the anti-authoritarian aesthetic. There's also the survivalist shovel that's pretty cool, as well as a bunch of others whose shapes surprisingly escape my understanding altogether. And then there is the trash, where the pickaxe stabbing a shark goes (the shark isn't even neon at this point !!! Trash).

Those are the forgettable ones. Yeah, the planet pickaxe is forgettable and doesn't even appeal to a cosmic aesthetic. It looks like a toy, and if you want a toy pickaxe just buy the pick squeak next time it comes in the shop. Get yourself ready with the fortnite trackers and shit, its only 1500 Vbucks. Worth it even if you don't play the game. Its what, the price of an entire meal ? Come on. Worth it.

Anyway god damn it.

Aside from that. Yeah. I think the Defunctland video couldn't do as much of a good investigation job because it's about Disney. As a mediatic monopoly on media, you can't simply retrace the work people made as well as in a company that was seemingly just two ex-Virgin employees trying to make a sound design company work out.

In the Defunctland video, the only clear confirmation we get that Alex Lasarenko is the composer of the melody the entire video is about is by Andrea Taylor, the previous Senior Vice President of Disney Channel. Which by all accounts has never worked in the sound design of any of disney's projects.

Her job was to "create" personalities for networks, as in : be the link between a brand and the artists that will then rework its identity. Organize contractors, including Tonal Sound, which was founded by Alex Lasarenko after leaving Elias Music in 2002, the same year the actual jingle was composed and used on the channel. I think it's important to keep in mind that Alex Lasarenko is said to have been the "creative director" of both companies (Elias and Tonal), which I think is not the right term.

Creative directors are assigned from the start of a specific project, no matter the industry. Someone will assume the leading role in order to help focusing said project in one direction, making sure it doesn't get carried away to become something entirely different in the process. It's mostly a managerial role which does imply a strong grasp on the domain's technicalities, as a creative director can absolutely directly contribute to the project.

The issue is, Alex Lasarenko was also the executive of both these projects that were contracted by disney. What's absolutely certain at this point is that the theme song has been made under Alex Lasarenko, whether it's at Elias or Tonal. My take is, it was probably made under Elias as they still seem to be a provider for the Disney audio identity to this day, as shown on their website. On the other hand, there is no way to check online what specific projects Tonal Sounds worked on, unfortunately, as it's been shut down since.

And because Eric Perlmutter wrote the "Let's Watch a Disney Channel Movie" Theme under Tonal Sound after having followed Alex Lasarenko out of Elias, while still not knowing who actually made the jingle, I think it's safe to say Alex Lasarenko didn't actually make it on his own. The direction taken for the bumpers's music was much more vague than if it was passed down to Eric Perlmutter by the composer of the original jingle himself.

(at 57:11 of the Defunctland video)

Kevin : "Wait so you didn't write the theme, but you wrote with the theme ?"

Eric : "Yes, so we would have the theme. Mostly for those, we just had so much fun with them[...]because they're so short."

-talking about his experience, contracted by Disney within Elias Associates, working under the leadership of Alex Lasarenko. Which then goes on to talk about the sheer status of Elias Music (formerly known as Elias Art or Elias Associates). Eric saying "we" as a pronoun when he's talking about getting to work with the pre-made 4 notes from the disney channel's theme song reminds me of something.

Like, a Parallel. (screen recording from Hbomb's video)

Yeah, that's the answer. It was Joey who wrote the disney jingle.

More seriously, the actual important bit in the Defunctland video is at 59:06 where Kevin asks Eric about the status of Elias as a company, to which Eric responds in a very, thematically interesting way :

Eric : "I think the company tried to harness this idea of "there are no individuals here" [...] You aren't allowed to be known."

This is basically the conclusion hbomb makes in his video, mentioning how easy it is for a huge company to simply erase these names over time, as most of the work is done to establish quickly brand image and never to actually help conserve the work and allow artists to have their own career paths accessible on the long term.

Eric actually tells us about how big Elias was, and how intimidating it was to work under Alex Lasarenko in his interview, but that they were good friends and worked a lot together. The documentary seems to derail from "trying to find out" who wrote the song, to a post-mortem tribute to Alex Lasarenko, which unfortunately might still not be the one who technically created the song.

Eric mentions his former boss as the "ringleader" of all of the Elias composers, which does fit his established job as executive. The striking choice of words that go right after is the bit that made me the most emotional from the entire video though :

Eric : "Its tough when you have a boss who's a genius and who's just an absolute music prodigy, and you're just a dumb rock bass player trying to[...] breathe the same air as him"

The previous interviewee, David Little,has been working with Alex for a long time, and said "He was one of those guys, if a camera came out, he was outta here" which is definitely a healthier way to deal with working in the industry than Tommy Tallarino , thats for sure. (watch hbomb's video if you haven't done already, its great)

The interviewing session ends with Andrea Taylor telling us she worked with Alex Lasarenko back on her TNT job, where they used an orchestra to rework the channel's audio identity, probably lead by Alex himself, within that five years job.

But within the more recent disney job, Andrea Taylor tells us a lot about how the entire job went down, with a lot of very evil meetings to create demands within kids for upcoming disney movies by producing disney merch and special bumpers a whole year before said movie would even release (specifically known about "the "The Lizzy McGuire Movie" and the "Finding Nemo" movie, thanks to this interview).

At no point does Andrea seem to have any real insight in the artistic creation of every element that goes into the rebranding, she only organizes them and makes sure they all the different contractors do the work on time, by talking with the executives. Which does lead me to believe this here is a case of actual long term erasure of the person who created this melody, when she immediately credits Alex Lasarenko because she knows him as the one responsible for musical departments she used for her job.

Kevin : "Do you remember anything from the production, when he was writing the theme ?"

Andrea : "You know, he probably did it in like a day or two. Things just came to him. He was amazing. I mean he probably wouldn't have said he wrote it in a day, he probably would've said Oh I struggled over it for months !"

She wasn't there, unfortunately. She wasn't producing it. She is not a producer after all, she is a bachelor of communications from Boston University.

Kevin then goes on to call the producer Andy Solomon thanks to Andrea sending him his contact information, but Kevin isn't shown asking for confirmation that Alex really did write the theme, even though Solomon probably supervised the entire thing. Maybe it was cut, but from this point onwards the video becomes a hommage to Lasarenko instead. His sister Lisa Lasarenko then talks about his genius-like qualities as an artist, followed by David Little who also praises the "effortless" nature of his entire craft.

To me, this documentary concludes on this idealized depiction of a quiet artist who made sure he wouldn't appear on cameras his entire life, highlighted by the fact that Kevin found only one photo of him on his obituary. He was the anti-Tommy Tallarino, never attempting to reach the spotlights in his life, yet working for a massive sound company whose entire goal is to centralize sound production as well as completely erase all names from the work.

In the end, there is no real confirmation Alex wrote the theme (unless Kevin has footage of the producer having insight on when and how the theme was created exactly, which would probably be in the video if it was the case.) We just know he was leading the people who did, with never any trace of whether it was him or another one of his coworkers, or if it was a collaborative effort. We might never know who actually sat down and researched this jingle, in the end. His producer does tell us they composed an old jingle for On-Core food services together, but that's all we're getting.

Everyone also seems to say about Lasarenko that he was working incredibly fast and could switch genres on a whim. But these are standard expectations any media company will hold unto any composer they hire ! Both Eric Perlmutter and David Norland actually give a lot of insight in how they created the varying themes, and also how much each of them built up on this mnemonic tone adding their own twist.

Anyway this is a lot. I lied about the website having a satisfying disney logo on their client lists, which wasn't smooth if you remember well the video anyway. Elias doesnt have Disney + as a client. I just thought. Why did they not put disney on there, even though they obviously got major work done for them, and an empty space on the website where a perfect little Disney logo would fit or something. Come on Elias, fill up that brand square, you got an empty spot. Like sure they might not be "featured clients" but which company its in right mind would actually miss an opportunity to say "I made this ribbon mouse era happen" right ?? I barely even watched disney channel in my life and I still know about the motion of the wand IDs. This is a missed opportunity to brag, which is out of character for a corporation.

I talked mostly about Defunctland's video because it touched me in this specific way, but also kind of sent me chills about how efficient the actual music & editing of a video can be to convey subtle messaging. Being afraid of actually entering the animation industry with all the shit you can read about, there's absolutely a lot of ways artists get exploited, erased and even their image distorted for profit.

In the end I'm glad youtubers are talking about these subjects in such rigorous ways, as it's a very important part of how the newer generations (me included) perceive the various industries we aspire to invest ourselves in. There is never enough conversation had around the subjects of media ownership, art creation and overall what's going inside our industries, and I am so glad it's the focus of accessible works anyone can watch and think about nowadays.

That is the end of this messy post. I used to do random twitter thread rants, seeing how huge tumblr posts can be though ? This site is winning me back over. I forgive you for banning me years ago because you thought my homestuck art was porn, tumblr. You may have your sins, but you also have my appreciation.

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Ch 29: Under

looking like they just won a game show. Enjoy that Corolla, kids!!

Latla whistles for an orca that comes to save her and Rip with its ginormous tongue (another event Chikara will be describing to his therapist someday). We see down it's throat to assure us that, yes, this is a living biological whale and not a secret base disguised as a whale. Very likely to be an UMA, especially since it has too many eyes. I'll bet Latla really hates how it smells inside the mouth.

She tells Fuuko to save her questions for Rip, who definitely isn't gonna die from the hole Andy put straight through his heart, which raises some questions.

And then Fuuko finally says what we've all been wanting to say:

Right? Her hair is a really cute detail. Obviously, the meta reason is that it covers her up, but it also expands the range of her ability.

Plus, it's probably hard to find a way to cut it. Lasers? Chewing it off?

Andy says that his regeneration is coming back, so Rip's ability must have been deactivated. He didn't say Rip is dead though, and Latla said he won't die, either. What's up with that?

Andy reviews how the team worked together and allowed him to take out Rip with his Crimson Bullet. The team decides to keep Chikara's existence a secret from the Union (which I'm really surprised Tatiana agreed to??) and he can decide if he wants to join after a week of normal life.

The week passes instantly, and we see Andy and Fuuko waiting outside of Chikara's school.

I need to get this off my chest. Chikara's friend has big crazy eye vibes. Is this child OK? Too much caffeine? Extra neurotypical? Supposed to be American? Possible UMA This might be a me problem.

Or maybe this kid has Unmove too, bc looking at him chills me to my very soul. Aright, enough about the kid (for now). I'm watching him, though.

And chibi Rip shows up! He still has on the Blade Runner artifact, and he doesn't even have a scar from where Andy shot him.

Rip's got his hands in his pockets and is hardly even looking at them while he talks. He even starts to say that he'd come bearing gifts! It's like he has no idea why they might still be mad at him, and he let all his defenses down.

But both Fuuko and Andy let him know right away that the fight's not over.

Just standing outside the school, punching children.

Rip is so unlike the other characters we've met.

"You're mad at me for stabbing the girl, right?" <- Yes, duh. It almost sounds like he's talking himself through it. "Why are they mad at me? Oh maybe this reason..."

Did he not expect them to be mad? Well, no, not really, because he's not mad, so in his mind, they shouldn't be either.

Next, he minimizes the fact that Fuuko could've died. Saying "my bad" is for when you accidentally stepped on someone's shoe, not when you attacked them and their friends.

Next, he removes himself further from responsibility by blaming Fuuko for jumping in front of Chikara. It's still his knife that he threw! And besides, if she hadn't stepped in and the knife had killed Chikara, would he still not understand why they're mad at him?

But Andy has him by the collar right now, and as far as we know, Rip is unarmed. He has no idea what they'll do next. He tries to smooth things over by apologizing to Fuuko. "How's the wound? All right, I hope?"

The apology catches Fuuko off guard: "Huh? Uh, yeah. Mr. Ni- Err... I mean, a nice doctor patched me up."

"Ah, Gotcha! Good to hear! Sorry about that!" What?? Is it really so easy for Rip to just flipflop friends and enemies all the time like that?

And since he feels that he's smoothed everything over with Fuuko, Rip continues explaining why he's come.

I think this is the 4th artifact we've seen: Apocalypse, Nyoi Kinko Staff, Blade Runner, and this gun, which causes terrible visions the first time it's held.

Rip says that the image is of God. If that's true, then this is a damn terrifying God. There's also these fire beings doing most of the work while God just looms there.

But there's more! Rip says that the goal of his group is to rule the world in the years prior to the end of the world. Very Mad Max of him.

Then he adds something cryptic:

He finally gives a name to the Negator Hunters: UNDER

I'm a little concerned about putting Rip in charge of deciding what's fair...

He again offers Fuuko and Andy spots in Under, but they decline. He leaves, and poor Chikara walks up in time to hear the end of their conversation.

Masterpost

[faaarawayyy]

16. interesting ass question

“if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?”

oh wow. yeah this is VERY interesting hmmm….. im gonna take this three different ways. also im gonna get deep into this rn so

if i had grown up in a different family- which, for everyones perspective, i have a mom and a dad (who is chronically ill/disabled) and a year-younger brother who i live with. my mom is mexican, dad is american, so my brother and i are mexican-american. i think if i lived without any of these people there would already be an immediate difference. with only my dad and brother id probably be tougher, but not as happy. with only my mom and brother id be a bit more… not-tough? i guess? its hard to say whether i would be more content or less content than i am now. without my brother it is very easy to say i would be a very different, likely more unhappy person. turn my family into bigots and either which way that would be the same outcome, unhappy and feeling unsafe… yk, im queer, and i think i would be in any life. there is more of my family to take into account (grandparents, aunts/uncles, cousins, etc) and things probably would change about me if they were different too, but theres so many different possibilities with that. i will say there is one specific younger cousin i have so much hope for- i love her dearly and care about her with all i have. our closeness is only separated by the fact we arent siblings, i think. i’m the oldest (non-step) cousin in my family, so there’s a lot that everyone looks up to me for. not having any of them, especially the one i just talked about, would be so… strange, i think. like a missing piece.

if i had grown up in a different irl community, then damn, theres so many possibilities about that too. different city, different state, different country, different views, different ideologies, so so so many things could be so different. i am glad i grew up where i did/am growing up where i am, though. i know amazing and awful people alike and i think thats just… what community is. you will know people you love and you will know people you hate. thats just the nature of people i think. i would not change it though. shoutout to you and my other irl friends on this site <33

and god, if id grown up in a different online community… lets say i never ever stumbled into wof amino (shudders), and things would be so, so, so different in ways i cant even describe. being present online taught me about so many things, mostly about all the many different kinds of people that live and breathe and love on this earth just like me. i was introduced to the queer community, the neurodivergent community, the furry community, three that i identify with so strongly, and countless other peoples, like disabled communities i never wouldve known about otherwise. its crazy to think how much knowledge the online community gave me. despite the bad experiences and the trauma and the hurt ive faced here, too, i cant say anything other than that i love it. its a big part of what shaped me into what i am today. it introduced me to some of my closest friends, my found family (hugest shoutout in the world to freak bin, you guys are my everything) who i consider a wonderful extension on top of who i already have, my biggest inspirations and idols, it helped me find my footing in becoming an artist, a writer, someday an animator, and it helped me discover who i am- this funky queer, neurodivergent girlthing that i am which i had been unable to even fathom or explain to my own self for so long- and for that i have so much love.

i love what i grew up with and all the amazing people with me. i really would be very different without it all.

[lillianawayne99]

CastAway Chapter 19

Pairing: Gojo, Itadori, Sukuna, Nanami X OC

Genre: Action Romance

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings

Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.

Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist

After spending gods knew how long getting ready, Gojo rushed Yuuji and I to get dressed. Yuuji chose a pair of gym shorts with a T-shirt while I put on spandex shorts, a sports bra, and a tank top. Once dressed, we ate breakfast with Gojo yammering away as normal. 

Rather than taking turns washing our dishes, all three of us crammed into the small kitchen. Several ‘accidental’ touches and bumps into each other ensued, but Gojo didn’t let it go any further. 

He quickly ushered us into the backyard, eager to see what I had in mind. Yuuji and I took our normal sparring positions with me closer to the house, but Gojo placed his hands on my shoulders before Yuuji let Sukuna out. 

“Why Sukuna?” Gojo asked.

“I have an idea and I want to know if it works on curses.” I responded vaguely.

The more I practiced using cursed energy, the more I wondered what would happen if I used the lighter half of my power. What would I call it? If the negative half is cursed, then would the lighter half be pure? 

“If that’s all I’m getting out of you, I guess we should start.” Gojo piped up, giving my shoulders an encouraging pat before stepping back and leaning on the back door.

While Yuuji closed his eyes and black lines appeared on his skin, Gojo shouted. “Wait!” 

Sukuna glared at Sukuna before Yuuji took control of his body. “What?” Yuuji asked, mildly annoyed.

“We should probably do this somewhere else.” Gojo ginned at us like he’d had a world-changing revelation while Yuuji and I stared daggers at him.

“Really? You waited until now to think of that and say something?” I snapped at him, glancing over at Yuuji for reassurance but he just shrugged. Damn boy gets over things too quickly. Or maybe I’m too hot headed and quick to hold a grudge.

Gojo clapped his hands to get our attention back on him and led us out of the house. We walked through the city to the forest where we fought the unregistered special grade. Gojo assured us we wouldn’t be seen. There weren’t any reports of curses in the area, plus it was the weekend, so we shouldn’t run into anyone who would recognize us. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself, not us. 

Either way, we made it to our destination with no incidents. 

Once deep in the forest, Gojo stayed several feet away while Yuuji and I took our positions. He was close enough to watch us and intervene if needed, but stayed out of our way. 

I waited while Yuuji gave control to Sukuna, watching as the black marks appeared on his skin. When the King of Curses opened his red eyes, he smirked at me and put his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight to his heels. First move was mine then.

Reaching for my power, I ignored the pit of despair and grasped its other half, warmth and light. It filled me with hope and joy as it filled me and settled in my hands.

Hands encased in balls of light, I lunged for Sukuna. He easily dodged my first attack, effortlessly leaning to the side as my fist swung past his head. He stepped to the side and batted my hand away with a laugh as I swung again. 

“Easy, kitten. Are you that eager to hit me?” He taunted, not once retaliating as I went in for a third punch. 

“You agreed to this, dipshit.” I barked back, frustrated as none of my attacks landed.

He laughed boisterously at my outburst, dodging me again and again with light footed jumps. When I went in for what felt like my hundredth failed attempt, Sukuna grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him. Surprised by his first reaction, my own momentum combined with his pull caused me to stumble into him. 

He stepped back seconds before I would’ve crashed into his chest and punched me in the stomach. Doubling over instinctively from the pain, I grunted and twisted my arm, forcing him to let go. Using our proximity to my advantage, I grabbed his arm, used it to pull him to the side, and socked him in the jaw. 

Sukuna’s eyes widened as a pained grunt left his lips. He stepped away from me as I let go of his arm. Within seconds his gaze hardened and he came at me for the first time. He was faster than I expected. I thought being in a vessel with less than a quarter of his power would slow him down, but apparently not as much as I’d thought.

It was easier to dodge his second attack, but not the third. As soon as I started to get used to his speed, he got a little faster. And then he pulled a feint. That one landed. After dodging a swing at my face, he kicked the back of my legs. 

Twisting as I fell, I managed to land on all fours only to get kicked in the ribs. I let out a faltering gasp as the air was forced from my lungs. The force of the kick sent me onto my back. Luckily, I was able to see him aim for my head and managed to roll out of the way and scramble back onto my feet.

Fueled by pain, frustration, and rage, I somehow managed to tap into the lighter half of my power. Tilting to the side to avoid Sukuna’s next punch, I funneled all of my strength into my fist and hit him in the chest with a blinding flash of white light.

He flew backwards while I was rooted in place. My mind was unnaturally clear, focused, while my body buzzed with energy so strong it felt like electricity. 

The sound of Sukuna crashing into a tree snapped me out of my daze. My feet moved before I knew what I was doing, or where I was going. The seconds it took me to reach him felt like hours as I saw him crumple to the ground. 

He laid nearly flat on the ground, his shoulders and head leaned against the tree he hit. My hands instinctively flew to his chest, feeling him over for damage. He grasped my arms, using me to steady himself as he adjusted to rest against the tree in a more comfortable position.

“Good one, little mouse,” He groaned. 

His words went in one ear and out the other. I was too consumed with concern to hear what he said. Realizing what I was feeling, his hands ran down my arms to hold my hands and place them on his chest. His thumbs rubbing the back of my hands in a gentle back and forth motion.

Distracted by his motions, I finally looked up at his face. He smiled at me through the pain and adjusted his hold so both of my hands were in one of his. Reaching up, he cupped my face in his free hand, caressing my skin with his thumb, before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I’m alright.” He reassured me, touching my face with the back of his hand before dropping it to my shoulder.

Quiet footsteps approached, prompting Sukuna to glance over my shoulder and gesture for me to help him up. I offered him my hand as I stood, pulling him to his feet but letting it look like he was using my help to pull himself up.

When he reached his full height before me, he wrapped his free arm around my waist and brought our nearly touching chests together. With a soft kiss to my forehead and squeeze of my hand, his body stiffened and he gave control back to Yuuji.

“Well, that went well!” Gojo exclaimed with a clap. “How much of that did you see, Yuuji-kun?”

Yuuji glanced down at me with a warm, proud smile. Letting go of my hand, he grabbed my waist and turned me around. Wrapping his arms around my torso, he pulled me back into him and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“All of it. What was that last move she used?” Yuuji asked, absentmindedly drumming his fingers on my stomach.

“A white flash.” Gojo said confidently, before pursing his lips for a moment and waving his hand in the air dismissively. “Or at least that’s what I’m calling it.”

“A what?” Yuuji and I said together.

“A black flash, but it looked white instead.” Gojo’s explanation did not help at all. When Yuuji and I glanced at each other in confusion, Gojo sighed. “It’s when cursed energy hits the target within one millionth of a second after the initial impact of the punch. Except, she wasn’t using cursed energy. Were you, Callie-chan?”

“No,” I responded, glancing between the two men. “I was using pure energy.”

“What energy?” Yuuji piped up while Gojo smiled at me.

“My power is half light and half dark. The dark half is cursed energy, I’m calling the light half pure energy.” I explained while Gojo crept closer.

“Hmph, okay.” Yuuji shrugged his shoulders. I don’t think he fully understood what I meant but accepted it anyway.

Gojo stopped when his chest was inches away from mine. He pulled his blindfold down so it was around his neck, his mesmerizing, blue eyes radiating pride and awe. Large, slender hands reached forward to cup my face as he pressed his lips to mine.

Yuuji’s grasp on my torso tightened as I grabbed Gojo’s waist, leaning into the kiss. His tongue brushed my lips, gently pushing into my mouth and deepening the kiss. All three of us groaned in unison as Gojo pressed his body against mine, pushing me into Yuuji. 

While Gojo kissed me, Yuuji let go of my waist to grab Gojo’s shirt and pull him even closer. He grunted into my lips in surprise at the feel of Yuuji’s hands on his waist instead. It encouraged him to kiss me harder, turning more demanding, as Yuuji pressed into me from behind. 

Gojo finally broke the kiss, looking down at me, his blue eyes clouded with lust, then directed his gaze at Yuuji. Trapped between them, I couldn’t see the expression on Yuuji’s face, but with how his chest was shaking against my back, I knew it mirrored Gojo’s.

Without moving me, Gojo let go of my face with one hand to reach behind me and grasp the back of Yuuji’s head. Gojo’s jacket shifted under my hands as Yuuji’s grip tightened. Yuuji tensed behind me as Gojo slowly leaned forward, stopping as their lips nearly touched beside my cheek.

With a soft whine from Yuuji, Gojo closed the rest of the distance. The kiss started hesitantly, slowly, but quickly grew in fervor. Gojo’s other hand left my cheek to grasp Yuuji’s waist and pull him further into me. Their bodies pressed harder against mine in their attempt to get closer to each other. 

When Yuuji groaned, I leaned my head into him to see Gojo had fisted his fingers in Yuuji’s hair. He pulled, eliciting another groan from the man behind me, as he forced Yuuji’s head back enough to break the kiss.

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[dreki-fern]

vent journal time, I feel bad that's all i'm doing lately but I got nothing else, shits been hard

I hope that one day I can have a good stable relationship with dating, that I will have good friends and finally live a nice goddamn peaceful life

I hate how shitty my relationships are with people, i'm glad I have decent people to talk to but dating and meeting new people I do not trust at all

and now trump on top of all my god damn panic its hard for me to be happy, I have to worry about my mom getting cancer (shes getting a hysterectomy soon so she wont develop cancer) and I have to deal with family and her being neglectful on top of it and I have to mask in person about all my issues just to seem "normal" to others

it's hard to be hopeful about my future, I worry everyday, I get upset I can't date or have friends I get jealous sometimes of peoples connections

it doesn't help either that i've had people just drop me or once they get close to me they suddenly are disgusted by me and want nothing to do with me (my ex did this) and when it comes to dating they much rather cling to someone else or be weird about it then talk to me or try working things out (happened to me so many times in the past) people rather go with what's easy instead of getting to really know someone

it's so rare to find other people like me or people who are mentally ill

I rather date someone whos mentally ill but are healthy about it can learn to get better and want to than deal with someone whos not

I try my best to focus on my attachment issues as well as just focus on art and video games, but it's just very hard mentally for me right now

i'm hopping to get on medication

I want to have fun at the convention im going to but it's gonna be hard as hell

i'm just trying to use final fantasy games and art to cope lately

[lostacelonnie]

True but thats like. Part of the charm almost. All the issues. Yeah thankfully the days are lengthening again & the terrible holiday season has finally passed, which made me. So tired. Hence my response delay. Yeah they should chill but im glad that the last bit was. Easy for you? I was around my family for like. A day. & it was exhausting i can only imagine what a week takes out of you. I wish more americans were like that some guy tried to talk to me a bit at the theater yesterday when i went to see godzilla minus one & it was exhausting. Also funny story everyone at my work was so exhausted last week i said something in spanish to my co worker from el salvador & he completely did not understand because of exhaustion. Oh that pretty cool. I had to learn so that i wasn't like. Having sandwiches & ramen all the time & now im trying to find time to make my own bread so like. Slippery slope. But yeah knowing a few recipes is always a good idea. Thats always the best, having friends who are chill with quiet. Does anyone have a good school? I will believe in the process because star rail is also giving me that pain with argenti's story quest & ruan mei's swarm thing. Ah okay so antimatter legion but less controlled in a way. Oh so thats what herscherr means. How come some have like multiple herscherr forms if ive seen right? Entymology is very interesting i love it. I sure need to remember traces & such more i keep forgetting. & it shows in my multi target dps characters. Worlds worst wingwoman indeed i love her. Cant wait to get further into it & see more claire. Roguelikes are a lot of fun i enjoy them greatly. I thought they would annoy me but hades proved me wrong. Noita sounds fun ill check it out at some point. Himeko mvp of all time she better survive penacony. Whoa that's a lot of seele lore. I love her damn. Explains her a bit in star rail too. What with sea of quanta, themes of death, scythe as a weapon. Also cocolia connection. And bronya really went hard for seele damn i love her too. Are her legs being broken why she like. Uses something to hover in the game? Have any other bronya facts? Or mei? Im glad your polish post radar works so well.

it really is ADHFGLSKFKG. and god yeah FINALLY. also happy new year!!!!!! very late but still!!!!!! this was my first week back in school after the holidays [well. actually it was Two Days] but im already tired. aooougugh. but oh well! GOD. my family In General is like. Fine. i really dont mind them. but i have to stay with my grandma who is just impossible to coexist with...... luckily my mom allowed me to mostly just hang out in our room and not interact with her that much since she shares my opinion. and augh that sounds. Irritating. i enjoy being left the fuck alone. AHDKKS it really is like that........ on wednesdays we have 8 am classes with the one teacher we have that speaks Exclusively spanish so we often do a irl co op mission with the entire group if we wanna convey like literally any message to her. and oh understandable!!! im probably gonna end up the same way sjfkgj. my mom never really taught me to cook since she doesnt like to do it [which, i get it] but i personally really enjoy the process so well see how that goes. AND FOR REAL i genuinely do not believe theres such thing as a good school. or even a Normal school. also fairrrrrr i actually returned to star rail for ruan mei [<- not immune to Pretty Autistic Women] and also had trouble with the swarm boss...... actually made me update my clara build. can you believe this. but tbh i havent done argentis quest yet and im fully spoiler free so im gonna see how that goes JDJGKKSJG. and yeah!! and with multiple herrscher forms its like. usually people obtain multiple herrscher forms either in like. change in belief? approach? which lets them harness other parts of their power [or add new ones], like in the case of HoFlamescion or HoTruth; merge [HoRimestar]; or find a new external source of their power [CE HoOrigin, HoFinality]. but i dont believe its ever explained in Detail so yeah. but generally, the power of a herrscher is stored in their herrscher core, so obtaining multiple cores can give people multiple authorities [like in the case of sirin]. but as i said, typical Honkai Confusion. ETYMOLOGY IS SUPER FUN YEAH...... and for real. if manaria has 1000 fans i am one of them if manaria has 1 fan its me against the world if manaria has no fans i am dead. noita IS fun but i should warn you youre not gonna get anywhere without external guidance. i mean. Maybe you will but its gonna be frustrating as hell and near impossible. its that kind of game. but the fanbase knows that and is actually very helpful!!! solving this games secrets is a team effort. as of right now i have 63h in and 2 wins [got one today, actually! congrats, me.] but i rec it heavily. its fun. AND YES GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HI3 FANS SCARED ARE FOR HSR HIMEKO. they cant take her from us again............ AND YES SEELE. I LOVE SEELE. its actually canon she has a kind of "you are not immune to seele" aura that makes people unable to say no to her bc of just how much of a lovely person she is. and yes that is the reason bronya floats around ingame!!! AND WELL. due to the fact that bronya and mei are both a part of the Main Trio, telling you. literally Any amount of lore about them would take me way too fucking long. and im so sorry but im just mentally unable to do that. and thank you o7 polska gurom ‼‼‼‼💯💯💥🔥💥‼💯🔥💥

[lshark-cs]

Iron God Chapter 15 [Xigon]

            Days like this made Xigon feel like he and Qila were raising pigs. The young ones were like pigs, he thought, in all but appearance. Intelligent, determined, easy to love, but more than a little on the smelly side, and gods be damned, the moment anyone mentioned food, no one could prioritize anything else.

He had left Azvalath and Kolo to their own devices after recreating a bit of Kolo's missing history. When he returned to the rooftop, Lalek and Rizval were in a tussle and unsupervised. He sat down and let them wrestle it out before he asked any questions.

"Master Qila took Jai-Lag and went to her study," Lalek told him, after she and Rizval finally wore each other out.

"She said she didn't want to linger around you all day." Rizval looked at Xigon. When Lalek reached over and smacked them, they yelped. "What? It's true! That's what she said!"

"I really am sorry about earlier," said Xigon. He gestured for the two to sit by him. "No one should have had to witness that."

Rizval plopped down next to him. "I love watching you duel." They grinned. "You two should have a rematch. Fair and square, without Azvalath ruining it."

Xigon gave them a stern glare. "No."

Lalek popped the lid off her canteen and took a gulp of water. Then she squeezed her eyes shut. "Agh, cold!"

Rizval took a drink as well. "Wish it were tea. Then I could warm up and have my hardtack."

Lalek brightened. Her huge hand tugged at his sleeve. "Master, can we eat?"

Xigon adjusted his goggles. "Both of you need to work on endurance. It's been too long since we've had either of you on the ground."

"Come on! We haven't had any food yet today," Rizval pointed out. "You had us up and at it right at dawn."

Xigon sighed. He was hungry too now that he thought about it. "I'll tell you what." He looked up and saw the sun through the dense clouds. "Looks like it's about half an hour from noon. Put in another half hour of hand-to-hand practice and then come find me. I'll be talking to Qila." He looked up. "And remember, your bodies don't lie. I'll know if you were slacking off."

"But Master Qila said she didn't want to linger around you all day," Rizval reminded him.

"Well, she can put up with me for half an hour. It won't kill her." Xigon hauled himself up and leaned on his crutches. "Get to it. And remember, I'll know if you were slacking off."

In a move he would perhaps regret later, he left the two to their own devices and went downstairs.

He found Azvalath and Kolo in the receiving room. Kolo was dry heaving over the bluehole. Xigon locked eyes on her and used his power to settle her stomach. She turned around and noticed him. "Um...thanks."

"Don't mention it." Xigon turned around and kept going. He leaned more heavily into his crutches with each step. His back and legs hurt to the point that he could barely put weight on his feet. He clenched his teeth together and dragged himself to his study.

He caught himself on the wall and leaned against it. His breaths were strained with pain. He stayed there for a moment, then went over to his desk and opened a locked drawer. Xigon pulled out a vial of dark amber liquid and downed it in two swallows. He coughed. The pain medicine tasted terrible, like the dirt its ingredients had grown in, but he knew it would give him some relief.

Xigon set the vial and his cructches down, then settled into his wheelchair. He sighed, then smiled. Even with its one caster that always clicked, his chair made him feel whole. Xigon turned to his mirror, fixed his hair, then rolled himself out.

He was soon reminded of the horrid and unnecessary existence of stairs.

Xigon rolled his eyes and turned to take the long way around. There was a ramp that way. Eventually. By the time he made it to Qila's study, he was thoroughly irritated. He watched her eyes widen for a second when she answered his knock. "Xigon?"

He crossed his arms. "Yes, it's me." He noticed her heart racing. She was scared. He tried to alleviate the tension. "Or maybe I'm Channei pulling off an absolutely flawless mimicry."

"Ha!" She clapped him on the shoulder. "When'd you grow a sense of humor? Anyhow, come in. I assume you're here for something important." She stepped away from him.

Xigon maneuvered through the doorway and positioned his wheelchair next to Qila's rocker. A log snapped in the fireplace. He folded his hands on his lap. "Lalek and Rizval want tea."

"Surely that's not the only thing." She closed the door and came to sit beside him. Her rocking chair thunked back and forth on the uneven floor. "I expect Channei will be back soon. Also, I asked Yayaba to keep herself hidden from now on."

Xigon nodded. "I have faith they can do what's needed." He sighed. "They're not the ones I'm worried about. Those two are quite capable." He tugged at his gloves. "Kolo's mind is in worse shape than I thought."

"The younger ones always have scrambled minds when they come to us. Nothing new." Qila tapped her fingernails on her rocker's armrests. "What has you so worried about her? She'll come around."

"Scrambled minds, yes, but they at least have a sense of who they are," said Xigon. "Kolo has almost nothing. Not a blank slate, but one that someone was desperate to erase." He touched his forehead. "She has creation power, Qila. And I think that's only scratching the surface."

Qila stood up and shoved her chair backwards. "She has what?"

Xigon went on. "I'm trying to reconstruct her memory and uncover her true nature, but I can't do it all at once. That could shatter her all over."

Qila scoffed. "You're being soft, Xigon." She sat back down. "Do you realize how much this could change things?"

"Which is why we can't afford to lose her now." Xigon glared at her. "She could bring some light back into the world."

Qila sighed. "I suppose you're right." She got up and went to her desk. "It's coming time we deliver a report to the Wash town council." She shuffled through papers and dropped one on the floor. "I've already gotten started." The old woman bent down to pick it up.

"Is this how we'll announce Kolo's arrival?" He reached out to take the paper.

Qila came over and handed it to him. "Have a look over it. I'll make the young ones some tea."

Xigon smoothed a folded edge on the paper and read it to himself.

Report on Styzia's Activities Within the Last Quarter Year

Dear Mayor and Council,

As laid out in our agreement, your town provides our resources and in turn receives our protection. We consider it imperative that you remain informed of our activities. The past three months have not been proud ones for us. Our warrior Azvalath engaged in needless bloodshed, as you may be aware. We regret to inform you that any rumors of him wiping out opposing communities are true. He has been disciplined accordingly and demoted to the level of a student.

We are proud of Channei for her diligence in spite of being in the field with Azvalath at this time. At the moment, she is on the ground monitoring a potential enemy, and Yayaba is conducting surveillance from the sky. There are three Ferash Therall unaffiliated with our order who may be attempting to compromise us. We will keep you updated as we learn more.

Lalek, Jai-Lag, and Rizval have not been on the ground except for training purposes.

We have taken in a potential new warrior. Her name is Kolo. She is not yet ready for initiation, but we have high hopes.

If you have any questions or need anything from us, write back as soon as possible.

Sincerely, Master Qila

"You call this a report? It's barely anything of substance." Xigon folded the parchment. "Rewrite it." He crumpled it and flung it toward the fireplace. It hit the wall instead and bounced across the floor.

Qila glared at him in utter disgust. Her lips pulled back in a snarl for a second. Then she took a deep breath. "Good thing your aim is terrible." She forced a chuckle and bent down to retrieve the page. "Would you rather work on it? I can take over with Lalek and Rizval."

"I'm quite fine instructing them today." Xigon put one leg up across his lap.

"No, you're not." Qila came over and knelt in front of his wheelchair. "Dueling me must have taken a toll on you."

Xigon's eyes narrowed. He let out a slow, strained exhalation.

Qila took his left hand and clasped it firmly between hers. "I'm not angry with you."

He corrected her. "Yes, you are." The tall man leaned forward a little. "And that's something you'll need to acknowledge."

The old woman's eyebrows rose, then knit themselves into a scowl. "Xigon, there's something I need to ask you." She took another deep breath. "If Azvalath hadn't intervened, would you have killed me?"

Xigon looked up, then down, then straight into Qila's eyes. "Yes."

Qila swallowed hard. "I suppose it's only natural you would want revenge." She squeezed his hand. "You don't know how much I wish I could undo my mistakes."

"It's not about revenge." Xigon jerked his hand away. "And it wasn't a mistake, Qila. We've both wanted to kill each other for as long as we've known each other. You almost succeeded once, disabled me, and nearly every day you cry to me about how it was a mistake? Let it die. It'll never be undone."

Qila looked like she was on the verge of tears. Then she growled at him. "You don't know how much it hurt." She stood up and turned her back to him. "I'll make them tea and go watch them. You go and write that report."

Xigon sighed. Sudden fatigue weighed him down. His mind and vision grew hazy. He turned his power inward for a moment and tried to wake himself up, to little avail. His eyelids grew heavy.

Qila must have noticed him getting quieter. She turned back around to look at him. He heard her laugh, but she sounded distant. "Would it kill you to sleep? It only takes you a few minutes. Stop torturing yourself and rest if you need to."

He barely managed to get out of his chair and lie down on the floor before he lost consciousness.

He woke right as Qila left the room. The old woman didn't even acknowledge him as she closed the door. Xigon sat up. His energy returned in a rush. He lifted his goggles up and rubbed his eyes. "Takes her that long to get out the door, does it?"

Xigon got back up into his chair and nearly tipped it backwards. He jolted, then rolled himself over to Qila's desk. "Your loss, Qila," he muttered. "Bigger study and you've got a whole damn fireplace." Like hell he'd go back to his own study right now.

He heard a chuff from the corner. Xigon looked over his shoulder. The sabretooth cat was curled up in one of Qila's old coats.

"Didn't even notice you, Jai-Lag." He opened the desk drawer and rifled through to find a blank sheet of parchment. "I need to write that report better than she did. Would you happen to know where Master Qila keeps her blank sheets?"

Jai-Lag ignored him.

Eventually, he did find a blank sheet and some ink that wasn't entirely dried up, but when he put the quill to the parchment, he found himself at a complete loss for words. His focus and motivation died in an instant. Xigon put his head in his hands. Jai-Lag ran her claws along the wall with a sound that made him clench his teeth.

"Stop that." He looked over his shoulder for a second. "I'm busy right now." He looked down at the parchment again. No ideas came. "At least, I'm trying to be." He shook his head. "I will be productive”

All he ended up producing in the rest of that half hour was a sloppy stick figure sketch of how he imagined his students saw him. 

[s0lar-ch3ri]

ramble time (spoiler this actually becomes a rant as i ignore my agreement, kind of sorry op)

maybe chip thought of his childhood as great, and jay could find more light in her situation then gillion could, but that doesnt mean either of them had a fun time.

talking about what happened on the black rose is easy, what the fuck happened to chip at age fucking 9- (9 and younger) (if the black sea happened about a decade ago in canon, and chip is 19, he was 9 on the black rose) to render him without family or a god damn name? and again, ignoring the black sea, would the black rose be the best place for children? there is no god damn way they wouldnt have dealt with attacks and risks on board before. yeah, he was round 8 and happy, but is the life of a pirate safe enough to be considered a good enough childhood for him? (update, with further research, chip was around 9 when the black sea happened, how long he actually traveled with them and how old when he joined are unknown to my knowledge, but i doubt it was more then 2-3 years tops. i personally think he was there a couple months)

and fucking price! all we fucking know that happened was chip was peer pressured by that man into fucking murder. gangs are absolutely unsafe for a boy whos probably starting to enter his double digits at best. chip was scared to kill because of that fucking event and ive yet to see chip kill with that memory gone still, kind of showing the impact it has even when gone.

yeah, chip had a childhood, but maybe he wishes he didnt, because when your childhood gives you the haunted one background, youd rather have not had it.

and jay? you cannot gloss over that fucking loss. ava would have been one of her closest, if not the closest, person to jay, and like that shes gone. and would have any of her family shown they cared? if they did, they did it with separation from jay, because they seem as cold as jayson in the matter.

on the topic of jayson, like i had mentioned, he shot her doll when she was younger because she spent too much attention on it. again, jay was seven. im pretty sure this implies she was in the navy at age seven, not much fun there. even if it was when she was older, how she acts about her dad says a lot. in the same convo she mentioned the doll thing, she says she thought he was a good dad. but at this point, he doesnt see her as his daughter, he was the one who made her kill gillion. DOES THE FACT THAT HER DESCRIBING HER DAD AS SOMEONE WHO "finds a way to break things" IMPLY A FINE CHILDHOOD THERE??? AND DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THE FEAR SHE HAS FOR HER OTHER FAMILY.

we also cannot just assume shit from whats given. do keep in mind, it wasnt just gillion who didnt hesitate at murdering the goblins back then. if the navy was willing to use family as battle bait, why wouldnt they be fine with making family kill people? theres no way jay only ever trained to fight in the navy, if her sister was in battle jay must have been to.

at 8 and 10 chip and jay could have been happy, but were they safe? is all that deems it a good childhood how happy they were?

maybe at age 12 jay could have spent time with her mom and sister, but shed feel some sort of anger of her dad being so distant. and at age 10 chip had barely been with price, and even though he found himself somewhat a brother in price, it wouldnt be enough to fill the hole in the sea and himself that ate his family and friends.

chip at age 14 could have caused trouble, yeah, but jay wouldnt. she knows the power of her dad, its better to follow his rules rather then risk it (because if he without a second thought shot that doll, who said she wouldnt be his doll next?).

chip, 18, is terrified to kill a man after being forced to watch the life leave a mans eyes, and probably is just drifting around on the sea, unsure if hes ending up somewhere let alone alive, as long as hes away from before. and jay, 20, is heartbroken over her sisters death and is already planning to kill the pirates who caused it, and wont stop from fucking hunting until shes seen their blood pour. she knows to shoot with deadly aim because shes used it before. jay will look to her side and know shell never see the familiar face of ava before running into battle again, and she cant even be told to think this plan through as its one of the few things keeping her going.

chips life is ruined by factors he cant control and he doesnt know what hes done wrong.

jay is choosing a path of revenge knowing itll probably ruin her because its not like anyone else in the family is reaching out to each other or even trying to take action.

chip never could have wanted something more then a life with a locked cage so he wouldnt be swayed around like this, jay was a bird free yet tied herself to her family no matter the danger and cant bring herself to cut the ropes still.

no captain of the riptide pirates has actually had a childhood. not chip who is barely a legal adult (if he even legally exists due to not having a last name [no fucking way the legal records say "chip"]), not jay who could never have felt more trapped with her freedom, not gillion who couldnt even see a world beyond the bars at age 11.

I constantly have it in my mind that Gillion is three years older than Chip. Gillion, yes, Gillion mother fucking Tidestrider, is the oldest of the albatrio.

It's funny on a base level, Gillion is oldest yet the others need to babysit him. Gillion is the oldest but he knows the least. Haha.

It's less funny if you think about Chip being 8 years old, happy with the black rose pirates and then Gillion. Gillion who is eleven and training to be a weapon for others.

It's less funny if you think about Jay, 12 and spending time with her mom and sister. Gillion, 13, who can't remember his mom and almost expects his sister's hugs to hurt because the only contact he gets is hit over the head for failing again.

Chip, 14, Jay, 16, able to act out and cause trouble, because they're teenagers, why not goof around? And then Gillion, who's 17 and told to be an adult and act like it. But he can't change how he acts, because being mature has always been the standard expectation, he doesn't know how to be an adult when that's already what he's been his whole life.

Chip, 18 and he is scared to kill someone because killing is bad. Jay, 20 and her sister is dead and she is heartbroken. Gill, 21 and he is already used to killing, and he never sees his sister anyways, and he ruins his life. He ruins his life doing wha he thought was right, doing what they taught him to do.

Gillion is three years older than Chip, a year older than Jay. And it seems insignificant until you think about those years being stolen from him. It took Gillion 22 years to be free. Chip was free off and on, he had a childhood, Jay was never held back, she had a childhood.

Gillion didn't.