#its raining but its also basically just mist

[literatureandtrees]

me and roman walked through a cloud this morning

and the marina when we went to the bakery afterwards. foggy and beautiful

[arolesbianism]

Working more on the local group of Synchronized Light and hoo boy. There's smth wrong with these guys.

[bunbunlovestowrite]

Yandere!Tentacle Monster x Fem!Lighthouse keeper! Reader

Damn that title long

Cws: Tentacles are referred to as more than one, reader is a bit of a perv for wanting to bang monsters, consensual somnophilia, excessive cum, cumflation, penetration, the monster is buff ngl 💦, this is supposed to be freaky/kinky :p also reader is morally grey

SFW

You've always loved solitude. Even when you were a young girl in foster care.

Fog, mist, rain, thunder, dark clouds, all of those added to the feeling of being enclosed where no one else was.

You don't like sunny days. Not in an emo way but in a need for a calm, and the blistering sun couldn't bring you that.

Fast forward 20 something years and you struggle to stay at a job because of people. Rude customers, loud kids, lazy coworkers. Hell you got fired from your local grocer because you threw a cabbage at some entitled asshole.

And by some luck, you weren't in cuffs yet. Fate? Prolly lol

You were reading the newspaper one day and saw an ad for a lighthouse keeper. It must have been urgent if it was in the paper 4 times.

The people you met for the job were shady as hell. But they offered to pay good for you to just take care of the lighthouse completely alone for 6 months.

They put you on a boat and shipped your ass out to an island hours away from the mainland.

It had the lighthouse (duh), a cabin for you, a very small forest, and beaches covered in driftwood and seaweed.

It was foggy, cold, and wet with no sun peeking through the clouds.

Perfect.

The people who hired you were eager to get off the island. So immediately after showing you the basics they ran off.

The cabin was old and rustic, with a few holes in the roof that were covered by aged duct tape.

There was an outdoor shower and the place used gas lamps for light.

But you enjoyed it. The solitude.

Now let's skip to two months later.

You got the hang of keeping the light on and keeping it fixed. The stairs definitely worked you out though.

You spent 80% of your time using the small workshop to repair the cabin. It eventually looked slightly livable.

Everything was completely normal

Until that day on the beach.

You were outside your cabin showering.

The outdoor shower didn't exactly have curtains so you were exposed to the beach it faced.

The hot water kept you comfortable in the cold weather and you were relaxed...until you heard a growl.

You assumed it was an animal and looked around when you saw something light purple disappear into the ocean waves.

Coral you thought just coral

You went on with your week like nothing happened but you always felt watched.

It wasn't until one night during a storm you felt it.

A storm had hit the island hard, it was freezing and your shitty blankets did little.

You barely managed to fall asleep when something warm engulfed you, arms and slimy embraces.

You screamed in shock and fear but your unwelcome bedmate held you harder and wouldn't let you move.

It was only after you calmed down that it relaxed.

Light purple skin was what you noticed when looking down. With scales in areas that were slightly darker.

The tentacles were wrapped around your legs tightly, writhing in certain areas.

You got a better look when your holder put you on your back and sat above you.

A humanoid creature with light purple skin and what seemed to be a jellyfish head sat on its actual head. It had no nose and completely white eyes, not to mention a gentle smile.

It cooed at you, dragging it's hands up your stomach and sliding up your bra.

Slimy and warm, that was it's skin.

You normally would have thrashed and kicked, but maybe it was the pheromones the creature left out, or how one tentacle pressed right against your cunt through your damp shorts.

But you moaned when it touched you. A soft, unashamed moan.

The tentacle at your shorts practically tore them off, panties included, and it slid up and down your slit and flicked against your clit.

You watch as it's hand fondled your tits and pinched your nipples, its eyes slightly lidded.

You let your body roam down it's chest and saw it didn't have a cock. It was kinda like a ken doll. But the tentacles must have the same effect as one when you saw white precum drip from the larger tentacles tip.

More tentacles held your arms and legs open while the tentacle squirmed into you, thick and struggling.

There wasn't a part of you it didn't fill. Your stomach bulged slightly as it didn't wait and immediately moved in you, wiggling before pulling out and slamming back in.

The cabin was full of lewd wet noises and your cries, along with the creature chirps and coos while it pet your head that night.

NSFW

There wasn't a second it didn't have a tentacle on or in you.

Despite its main body being in the water there was a tentacle wrapped around your legs that you never found the start of.

It had an iron grip and wouldn't come off unless the creature itself was nearby.

When the tentacle wasn't dormant it would rub against your clit through your pants or would be in you, gently drawing orgasms after orgasms until you begged it to let you breathe.

The creature was never gone for more than a few hours. And when it came back it came with gifts.

Shells, pearls, fish, jewelry it made or rusty jewelery it found on the bottom of the ocean.

You noticed it liked it when you wore the jewelry during sex, mainly due to how much rougher it was.

Then there was the slight fear of getting knocked up.

Every single time you had sex you would try and tell it to pull out but it would just smile and pet your head before cumming in you for the third time that hour. And you loved it.

Sometimes, when you were especially needy, you'd put on more of a show when showering.

Even touching yourself when you knew it was watching. The creature loved it.

You'd see it stand in the water and would beckon you closer, to which you happily obliged.

You'd meet in the water and it would kiss you roughly before lifting your legs around its waist and kept you above the water as it fucked its tentacles deep into you. The water mixing with the (possible) gallons of cum that spilled from you

One of your favorite things was waking up to its coos and growls.

You'd be held tight by its tentacles while it found shoved it's tounge in your cunt, hitting deep spots with its flexible prongs.

Other times it would wake up to you using one of its tentacles, whining when you couldn't get it to stay stiff by itself. It would act asleep and slowly stiffens the tentacle so you could have your fun.

What a perv you are

But then again the sun's gonna blow up one day so :p

It seemed to have infinite stamina and an infinite libido.

It could be the most inconvenient time ever and all you need to do is give it a look before your suspended in the air by your hands while it curls a smaller tentacle around your clit and fucks you with its thick one.

The creature was possessive before you knew it was there, especially when people dropped off your supplies.

But now that your it's? A whole new genre of possessive.

On time you had to keep a straight face while talking to someone cause the mini tentacle was rubbed right against your g-spot while somehow rubbing your clit under your skirt.

It even started biting you hard enough to leave marks.

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Requests are open :)

[robin-evry]

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 🐉🐉

A dragon is a magical legendary creature that appears in the folklore of multiple cultures worldwide. The Oriental Dragon (also known as the Eastern Dragon) is another one of the world's most commonly known dragons. They are found in folklore, mythology, and religion all throughout East Asia. These dragons all symbolize different things, varying depending on the culture and folklore.

( English is not my first language)

I imagine dragon!yuu having a serpentine since Eastern dragons, also known as Chinese or Asian dragons, typically have long, sinuous bodies, resembling a snake with limbs. their length can vary greatly depending on the context and depiction. While there isn't a standard measurement for these mythical creatures, they are often portrayed as being significantly long, sometimes hundreds of feet in length.

They are covered in fish-like scales, which can vary in color and size depending on the dragon's type and environment. Scales often have a shimmering quality. The underbelly is usually a different color or texture from the rest of the body, often smoother and softer.

Plus their stomach Highly adaptable, capable of digesting almost anything. In some legends, dragons have a second stomach for storing treasure.

Once a month they tend to shed their dried skin into a new lighter and shinier one than before, and they can use the leftover skin to sell for money.

In their human form, I imagine them being able to hide their dragon features from the school. But they can still show their dragon features in human form. Basically its similar to Dan heng and his imbibitor lunae form from HSR

I also imagine them not revealing others about their true identity much later in the storyline, maybe during Leona overblot dragon!yuu reveal their true identity because it takes place in an area that is full of sand.

Before the reveal of their true identity, students and staff believe that dragon!yuu is only able to water magic or they excel at water magic so they use it more often then other forms of magic.

Dragon!yuu are able to use some ancient magic that allows them to control and create space, they use a spell to create their own realm to stay at by putting a symbol on a door or just put a spell on an object that can open as a door like a suitcase, or teapot to build their realm in.

It's basically like the teapot in genshin. A living space for the traveler, inside the teapot is a realm, where dragon!yuu sleeps it's basically a mansion and a large lake nearby, the mansion is newly built for grim or the first year if they want to sleep in the teapot.

Some students would definitely sneak for dragon!yuu help since dragons in some cultures bring good luck and protection, so they have been trying to take advantage of these abilities. Specifically Azul.

Azul would definitely try to convince dragon!yuu to give up their power and give it to him, since dragons in eastern culture are portrayed as very wise, and it's gonna be more complicated.

Since eastern dragons are portrayed as being more connected to water and weather, dragon!yuu would have the ability to manipulate the weather so when they feel down a bit it will start to rain.

I imagine dragon!yuu would be interested in the history of twisted wonderland, Mr trein most favorite students. You can find them browsing the libraries for history. And be interested in collecting items by doing this basically they're preserving those items. In their teapot or a room in ramshackle there's an entire room filled with ancient artifacts, And there's one specific shelf that holds items they received In twisted wonderland, so if they're leaving twisted wonderland the memories of NRC would be preserved in these items.

Dragon!yuu also have the talents of engineering, Crowley commission dragon yuu to create a device that allows them to control the weather,Sometimes dragon!yuu have trouble sleeping so they also create a device that releases a special mist that helps anyone to have a blissful sleep and helps whoever is struggling with sleep.

[evieelyzabethh]

Sugar and Spike

pairing(s): Spike x fem!reader

summary: after a night of patrol goes wrong, Spike starts noticing some changes in himself, mainly that Buffy's sweetest friend won't leave his mind and that she would never look at him the same if she knew what he wanted to do to her.

warnings: smut!!! a smidge of yandereness, kinda a sex or die fic, possessive spike, handjob, unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (fem receiving), praise kink, biting/marking (mentions of blood), a little bit of spanking, overstimulation, riding, fingering, veryyy little plot, and I think thats about it.

In hindsight, they should've kept a better eye on him. It was an odd night of patrolling, the usual gaggle of vampires being a demon or two this time around. Big tall thing that appeared out of nowhere and left as soon as it came. Spike, always with little regard for the consequences of his actions, ran right in. Ran so hard he went right through the demon as it went into smoke. He breathed it in before going into a coughing fit, as if he could feel it in his nose and lungs, spreading in his chest like a vine that pulled everything impossible tight before releasing him like he was never in its grasp . Red flag one.

It fell on him like rain, some clumping into what looked like pink sparkles in his hair, on his jacket, his worn boots. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling away expecting to see it gunked together, but there was nothing there. It felt like his hair had been hit by my mist, slightly damp and cool. It seeped into his exposed skin, adhering itself into a pink sheen which also disappeared after only a few minutes. He remembered trying to brush it off, expecting it to feel wet but it was just slick. It was admittedly infuriating, especially since the feeling wouldn't go away. Red flag two.

“Buffy!” He shouted, rubbing his hands on his jeans as if it was going to wipe away the phantom feeling, but his complaints were met with apathy. 

“There’s nothing there, Spike.” A groan bubbled in his chest. 

“Astute observation, Slayer, but it feels like something’s there.” You were there beside him, something that would’ve gone unnoticed had he not been hit with your scent as your fingers brushed against his hand. He pulled away quickly out of instinct, not as subtle as he would’ve liked to because you noticed and scampered off in between Buffy and Giles. The distance between you and him got larger and the two of you talked about a mall trip you had planned and Willow was the only one to stick with him. She humored him, allowing him to shower at her place and taking a sample of skin only to find nothing. No residue, nothing abnormal, nothing had changed at all. Red flag three.

But he was sure it was fine. Nothing had really changed. You had been a bit cautious though.

You were prone to worrying, and he couldn't blame you. There was a lot to worry about when your best friends hunted demons and one of them was a literal creature of the night. You worried about Buffy so much he genuinely feared you would collapse from all the stress you put yourself under. Pursuing a nursing degree so they could avoid hospital visits unless absolutely necessary because none of you had the money. Having him train you in basic self-defense because you hated feeling like dead weight. You took up Latin and all of the other dead languages in those old dusty books just so you could be useful. You tied yourself in knots just to be sweet. God, you were so sweet. Even to your own detriment, like pure sugar that was going to rot his teeth eventually.

The more time you spent together, the more the rot seemed to take his brain than his teeth. His mouth never got anywhere near you; Buffy made sure of that. He wished he could say it was because she was babying you too much, that you were also tired of Buffy making Spike seem like the biggest mistake you could ever make. To be fair, he hardly knew you. He knew of you; he knew of the pink wardrobe and the fluffy socks and the pretty shoes. He knew of you as Buffy's cute neighbor who stopped by so often that you might as well live with them. You weren't being a baby, you were being cautious, even more now. He almost wished you didn't believe him as much as you did, maybe you'd keep visiting him. He hadn't seen you in days and it was really starting to take a toll on him. His leg bounced and he got in the bad habit of biting his nails, which was starting to get annoying with how often he had to repaint them.

If you were here, you would repaint them. You would sit your pretty self on his busted couch, and you'd have a little bag with you with all your pins and charms that jingled like the earrings that dangle from your ears. In your bag would be at least three shades of pink, a range of blacks and greys, and a wild card or two, maybe a blue or a green. You'd let him pick his color, despite knowing he always went for black. You asked anyway, just in case he decided to go with pink just to humor you. Had you walked through right now, he would've obliged. He would've done anything you asked him too. It wasn't even that he was lonely, but it was getting to suffocate in here. It was getting hot, like a fire was spreading. Each breath felt smoke filled, his skin was on fire, his skin was getting damp, like the dust had fallen again. His hand was shaky as he put a cigarette between his lips and lit it, surely the smell would break him out of what had to be a daze.

If you were here, you'd make a joke about him needing to air the place out. He'd probably open the door and call that enough air, but he liked his privacy, and he didn't like the idea of anyone just being able to waltz right in. You would want to make a joke about no one wanting to visit him, but you’d bite your tongue at the fear of being too harsh. You always got that look in your eye when you thought something that could be misconstrued as mean. You took your lip into your teeth and your pretty eyelashes flitted and you looked away. He thought about what it would be like to bite your lips, wanting to see what they looked like, all red and even prettier than they were before. Just a taste, that's all he wanted, a taste.

He got up to open up the door only for that phantom feeling to return. All over his body, it felt like he had stepped out into the sun, like every molecule that made up his body was vibrating and mere seconds from combusting. His breathing got ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his brain going into overdrive. He squeezed his eyes shut as if it would make it go away, but even from behind his eyelids, you were there. The idea of you, your smile, your laughter, fuck the very way you said his name. It sounded so nice coming from you. 

The way you said it when he got injured in a fight when you would patch up his wounds and have a bag of blood for him to replace what he lost. “Spike.” you would say. Like he should’ve known better than to just throw himself into danger. Not even bothering to consider the possibility that he did it to look heroic, or maybe in your care with your hands over his chest. There’s no reason for him to be this beaten and bruised from some baby vamp; William the Bloody. Spike? He had pride, but not as much as Angelus. It was easily quenched by the fact that he was in no way losing with your delicate hands tracing over faded scars on his chest and feeding him blood while they were just dust. 

“Spike.” Buffy would say, her tone laced with less concern and more disapproval. She knew something was up. After all they had gone through together, vampires should’ve been nothing for him. He had to space out his “fuck ups” just to get her off his back, just to get her voice out of his head. She didn’t say his name like you did. 

There wasn’t much better than how you said his name when it was just the two of you. Being together in his crypt, sometimes in your own bedroom which you had invited him into much to Buffy’s chagrin. “It’s Spike,” you had said, “how many times have we saved the world with him? I think he’s earned it.” It sent shivers down his spine. He would’ve saved the world so much sooner if it meant being able to be in your space. If it meant getting to hear you say his name through fits of laughter, trying to regain your breath while still finding enough to utter his name. “Spike.” you said, your hand over his while you giggled. He felt that heat now, felt the heat of all your touches culminating right now. All over his skin, tensing his muscles, holding his chest as he fought for breath himself. 

While he had the chance, he should’ve raided your underwear drawer. Now he was left to fist his dick with just the memory of you. You wouldn’t notice a pair or two gone, surely you wouldn’t. It was the type of small thing you would overlook because really what is a pair or two. You wouldn’t want him to be in pain, hearing his situation now, you’d feel like it was all your fault. The least you could spare was a pair of your prettiest panties for him to wrap around his cock while he fisted himself to the thought of you and how you would say his name now. 

The closest he’d gotten would be after a big battle. You had taken a beating, by the time you had gotten to a safe space you had lost a dangerous amount of blood, but the sounds that came out of your mouth were so delicious. And you trusted him to carry you to safety, your bloody hand wrapping itself around his bicep to maintain some tether to consciousness. “Spike.” your voice dripping with pain, but even that wasn’t enough to mask how pretty you sounded. He felt bad then for how hard it got him, but there is such a thin line between   pain and pleasure. The only difference now would be circumstance, and he would never hurt you. This would be good for you, the both of you, you just had to let him. You just had to say his name. 

“Spike?” In that moment, he knew there had to be some high power looking out for him when he heard your voice. Dream-like, and soft, like the wind could have blown it out and away from your lips. “Spike?!” you said again. He couldn’t tell if it was his shred of restraint or his body’s unwillingness to listen to his brain that kept him glued to his couch. 

“Now really isn’t a good time, love.” He tried to keep his voice level, he really did, but it was too much. And you weren’t stupid, he heard the heels of your shoes against the hard floor and smelt you before he even saw you. And fuck you smelt heavenly. 

“Are you okay? What happened-” You looked like you had a halo above your head, or maybe he was much further gone than he had thought. You cut yourself off in shock. When you had walked in, you hadn’t expected to catch Spike with his hands down his pants. 

“You know what, I’m just gonna go a-and come back later.” You tried to smile in an attempt to make the situation less awkward than it needed to be, but he grabbed you by your wrist. 

“Wait-I just need-fuck. I just need you to stay for a bit. I don’t feel good.” Your eyes met and you saw the sheen of what you assumed to be sweat covering his chest and face. His pupils blown out, his hair out of place, his labored breathing, like he couldn’t catch his breath. Oddly enough, the sheen had a pink tinge, and despite the fact that his fangs were protruding, his vampire face hadn’t appeared. You reached out to touch his forehead to surprisingly find a temperature. He groaned at the contact, both wanting to melt into your skin and like it physically pained him. 

“What happened?” He declined the answer, instead pushing his head more into the palm of your hand, tipping his head to sniff the inside of your wrist. “What are you doing?” You tried to pull away and put some distance in between the two of you, but he pulled you back, even closer than before. 

“You smell so good.” He nosed his way past your wrist and up your arm till he made it to your collarbone, trying to find where he could hear your blood pump the loudest. “Stop it!” you pushed against him as soon as you felt the tip of his fangs attempting to break skin. To both of your surprise, he let you. It looked like it pained him to do so, his eyes screwed shut and his hand gripping the arm of his couch until the wood snapped. 

“If this is about the demon thing, I’m gonna go get Willow, okay? You just need to stay right here.” The authority you had laced in your voice was cute. 

“Just stay here with me, yeah? There’s no need to get Willow. We don’t need Willow.” His voice had dropped an octave, his pupils blown and his brain damn near empty. Anything went in one ear then out the other as he held your hands in his, staring through you as if daring you to defy him. 

“Spike, you aren’t well.” You had tried to reason, but all he heard was that you weren’t saying no because you didn’t want this. You were concerned for his well being, even when he had you pinned down and his teeth at your neck, each breath moving you closer to him drawing blood, you were saying no because you were concerned he didn’t want this. You somehow thought he didn’t want you. 

“I’ve never felt better, baby.”, he said-practically fucking growled. Hell if he wanted you, he needed you. He pressed himself into you, his hands grabbing at anything he could to ground himself, his left at the base of your scalp and his right bunching the fabric of your skirt in his hands. He breathed into your neck, nipping and nicking at bare skin then soothing it with his tongue and kisses. He worked himself up over you, taking and taking until he was drunk, his tongue lolled out as he put his head on your chest.“Can I fuck you.” 

You had been caught in a daze yourself, his words had barely registered. You had more sense than he did at this point, finding enough resolve to shake your head. “Please.” he begged, groaning it out through clenched teeth. “I need you to make it feel better, please God just make it feel better.” He had pushed his hips into your hand, his weeping cock leaking onto you, pleading with you to touch it. “I’ll make it good for you, I swear, just be my sweet girl, yeah? Just make it better.”

You experimentally rubbed the tip, and he whimpered. His hand grabbing your wrist so fast a look of shock flashed across his face. You took that as a sign to pull away but he put your hand back around him, pushing your hand up and down his base. “Too much too quick, love.” 

Any hesitancy you had was swallowed as he smashed his lips into yours. It was urgent and quick, almost bruising how hard he kissed and held you as if you were going to disappear at any point. He tugged at a handful of hair, catching you in a moan that he used to force tongue into your mouth, sucking it as you pumped his dick at a painfully slow pace. 

His kisses made you breathless, and it was then you realized that he likely forgot in his haze that you actually needed air. He moaned into your lips, the sound spreading throughout your body and shaking you to your core. It wasn’t lost on him how damp your underwear had gotten, had he had the strength to pull away to touch you he would, but the mere seconds his skin would be off yours was enough of a deterrent to keep him in place. 

You tried to move away, but his hand kept you in place. “Don’t move.”, he rushed it out, a tone that otherwise would’ve been more commanding had he not been weak himself. “Keep going.” His hips bucked and stuttered, his movements becoming erratic the more faint your touches became. Like it was a warning; let me up for air and I’ll keep touching you. He whined at the thought of you pulling away. That wasn’t fair. 

His lips parted from yours, settling for the corner of your mouth before moving to your jawline to your neck, then just under your ear. You gasped for breath, you numb with the ecstasy of air and the feeling of his rushed kisses. He was getting close. Your hand was covered in his sticky pre-cum, his cock even more so as your hand moved alone over him, his own hand now grabbing at your shirt at the feeling. You squeezed at the bass, a motion he clearly enjoyed with how his body tensed up. A series of obscenities flowed from his pretty lips as he came, spurts of his cum getting over your pretty pink skirt, an image Spike would get himself off to later. 

You didn’t get long to sit in what just happened when he was on you again, laying you on your back and ripping your skirt clean off. You moaned something that sounded like “My skirt!”, but neither one of you were really worried about it. 

His lithe fingers were quick, rubbing you through the fabric of your panties, while he kissed up to where you wanted him excruciatingly slow. His hands rubbed and teased at the soft skin of your thighs, marking bruises everywhere he went. 

He moaned into you, sniffing you once again, before finding a place he wanted to dig his fangs into. Maybe it was how delicately he stuck in his teeth, maybe it was the lust blown fervor, but it didn’t hurt as much as you anticipated. In fact, you moaned at the intrusion, unable to know what to do with yourself as he sucked and lapped up the blood he had drawn. Your fingers wove into his hair, as if he could be pulled any closer to you than he already was. “You taste so good. So good.” And he let you know as such. The obscene noises that flew from the both of you, the slurping and whines, the pop of his lips as he traveled from one spot to another. But that’s not how he intended to eat you whole.

You were unbelievably wet, soaking through your panties and even Spikes fingers before he took pity on you and decided to pull them aside and plant his fingers into you. Now, you weren’t a virgin, but you had never had sex that felt as good as this. Never had someone in you that had hundreds of years of practice beforehand. 

“You’re doing so good, Sweet Girl. So good, can’t get enough of you.” What was an attempt to calm your nerves, had you keening and over the moon, the praise bringing tears to your eyes as you ground yourself in his hand. That didn’t move him along any quicker, his tongue still collecting anything you would give him like he hadn’t been fed in years. 

“Spike!” You called out, which finally seemed to get his attention. He saw the glass-like look your eyes had taken and the pout on your face. You looked like you were about to cry. Poor thing, so desperate. He said he’d take care of you, make you feel good. No point in denying the inevitable. 

You whined when he pulled out of you just to choke when he began to devour you. His nose at your clit and his tongue plunging into. “Thank you.” he muttered into you, like this was some divine gift to him. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” The combination of his praise and how good he was giving it to you made that coil in your belly tighten and tighten until it threatened to snap. And he just kept going. Completely in his own world, the only thoughts in his mind being about you, how you smelled, how you tasted, god you were so good to him. Letting him eat you out like this, helping him like this. He shouldn’t have expected any less from his girl. His sweet girl. No one else's, you couldn’t be anyone else's after this. His grip tightened around your thighs at the very thought. “Mine.” he said, the vibrations hitting your core deliciously. “Mine.”

“Yours Spike, all yours.” He hummed in approval, inserting two fingers back into you while he kept up his electric pace. He held your hand as it began to be too much, your back arching off the couch and your thighs closing around his head as he just kept going. You called his name as you came, high and higher until it became too heavy on your mouth and you couldn’t say anything at all. The grip you had on his hand had loosened, but he hadn’t let up. He still rambled into you, “Again. Again. Again. Please.”

You didn’t know if your hips were bucking into him or try to wiggle away from him. Either way, both attempts were unsuccessful. With how hard he pulled on your panties they had snapped and had been thrown to the side for the simple crime of being in his way. His forearm lay on your hip keeping you in place. Your hand still laid in his, him squeezing it as if it was any comfort from the inescapable feeling of his tongue licking your thoroughly soaked pussy. 

Your toes curled in your frilly socks as you came again on his tongue, and you foolishly expected that to be enough. You would’ve asked him to stop if you could pant out anything more than whines. You would’ve pushed him away if you could manage anything more than weak taps on his forearm. “No more.” you whispered out. “Can’t.” His fingers rubbed your hand as some form of encouragement. 

“Yes you can, love.” You shook your head weakly, scooting your hips back only for him to swiftly smack your pussy. You preened on the contact, and he drank in the arousal that gushed out just from that. “My sweet girl isn’t gonna disappoint me, is she? She’s gonna make me all better, isn’t that right?” Your brain was so fogged out you couldn’t even produce a response. You just groaned and squirmed, unable to brace for impact when he smacked you again. 

“Spike!” You cried out, but he didn’t care. Heknew you were feeling good from how much you gushed while he tongue fucked your cunt. It was just a bit too much for you right now. You would feel better, you just needed to let go some more. He tried to relax you, tried rubbing mindless shapes on your skin to calm you down as he worked you through your third orgasm, but you just heaved. Your tits bounced with how heavily you breathed, and yet after all of that, he still didn’t feel better. Why didn’t he feel better?

Despite the relief that came from him pausing his abuse, you still whined as he sat up from behind your legs. With your taste still on his tongue, he kissed you. You sighed into him, the feeling of his large hands moving from your hip to under your shirt to touch your tummy and rip your bra in half. You didn’t even notice him moving you into his lap and setting your thighs on either side of him so you straddled him. He thumbed your nipples, pinching and rubbing over them while he relished in the feeling of you cunt so close to his dick. 

You didn’t seem to catch on either as he slid in between your folds, too lost of him finally kissing you again. You moaned into this kiss as his fingers dipped to toy with your clit before he whispered in your ear. “Just one more.”

In one fluid motion, he slipped his dick into his cunt, catching you as your limbs went weak. He was so big you felt your eyes water with the pressure of him being in you. You could tell he was struggling to stay still, but the haze had worn off enough for him to regain some sense. He still waited eagerly for you to adjust, brushing the fallen tears from your eyes and kissing your checks to make it all better.

“Too big. It’s too big.” You stuttered. It was all you could manage to mutter out. He cooed at you, his dick growing harder than he thought possible at the feeling of it all and the praise. 

“I was made for you, Pretty Girl, you can take it.” You yelped as he jerked his hips into yours, but he just couldn’t help it. You were so pretty like this, all fucked out and dumb. Not a thought behind those eyes of yours and the only thoughts he was capable of was you. How warm you were, how wet you were, how tight you were. You were squeezing him and  milking him dry and as much as he tried he just couldn’t stop him self from fucking into you. 

“I’m sorry.” and he meant it. You weren’t ready and he couldn’t even tell if he was ready, his body had a mind of his own and he felt himself just slipping into the feeling of being enveloped by you. “Just too good. You’re too good. My good girl. You’re gonna take all I give you, aren’t you, love? You gonna be my sweet girl and take it?” His voice was breathy and low and impossibly hot. 

All you could manage was a soft ‘mhm’ as you took him in. It wasn’t like you had any other choice as you bounced on his cock, gripping at his chest and taking in each moan you earned as you drew blood from your scratches. 

You felt every inch of him, felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix and kept pounding at it like it was his job;  like he would die if he didn’t. You can’t do anything but take it as you screw your eyes shut and just try to breathe as everything in your body fights to hold on to some feeling. It was impossible to think, not when Spike’s hands were all over you and his touch was so incredibly hot. Even stranger, a pink glow began to emanate from him, that or you were closer to passing out than you originally thought. . 

He kept you close to his chest as you both chased your impending highs together, your lips meeting in the middle as you moaned and sighed into each other's mouths and he was a goner, rambling like a mad man in your ear, thanking you endlessly for something he couldn’t put his hands on. Maybe it was your release, that you felt coming like a truck. He squeezed at the fat of your hips, pulling you even closer until neither one of you could tell where the other started and ended and you came like that, so close that you were almost suffocating, but a different kind from before. 

He came not long after you, his dick still inside spurting his cum inside you and keeping it in there with little intention of coming out any time soon. That pink glow had faded from before, fading away until there was nothing there and the slight pink tinge from before was gone too. His eyes drooped a bit, his blue irises that you hadn’t realized you had missed finally reappeared, his pupils returning to normal and his fangs retracting. 

He hung his head in your neck and you felt his temperature drop a bit, no longer boiling hot. He refused to move his head from his spot though. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was ashamed of what just happened. 

After the both of you had a moment to catch your breaths, he removed himself from inside you, stalking off to find something to wear now that your outfit was completely ruined. He even had the decency to turn around while you changed, granted he had a hard time looking at you anyway. 

“You’re gonna wanna deep clean that couch.” You said to break the silence. You were surprised you got a chuckle out of him. 

“Yeah. I don’t normally do this sort of thing on there.” Another moment of silence passed between the two of you.

“You know, we can go back to my place and I can fix your nails. I can tell you’ve been biting at them.” He didn’t need to be told twice either. The place still stunk of sex and his head was feeling clearer than it had in days, he couldn’t stand to be there right now.

“About all of this…you won’t tell Buffy, right?” You giggled. 

“Not if you don’t.” And that was more than enough for him.

[arcaneacolyte]

May I Present: The Ghouls as Quirks My or My Close friends' Animals Have Exhibited:

**Alpha**: Favorite game is "oh look how sneaky I am, stealing the thing you're doing/playing with so I can play with it" but gets SO mad when it's done to him.

**Omega**: Can't help but make the "stinky" big cat face when he smells something he doesn't like. He can't hide it if he tried.

**Mist**: If she touches a texture she wasn't expecting, she basically jumps out of her skin and onto the nearest elevated surface.

**Zephyr**: Despite having good night vision, has *terrible* lowlight vision, so if they see something at dusk that's unfamiliar? Instant hackles up and growling. Turns out it's just a garbage bag.

**Ifrit**: Upon first meeting someone, is all guard dog and grumpy and "Don't touch me", but once you scritch around his horns and ears, he loves you forever and will trail after you wanting more pets, tail wagging.

**Aether**: Very friendly, but if someone he knows puts on a hat or changes their silhouette in any way? Stranger Danger, who the fuck are you?!

**Dewdrop**: Must be in an hot bed, in an hot house, in an hot climate. Will steal any coals he finds to either eat or rub his face against.

**Mountain**: If he hasn't worn shoes in a while (which is usually any time outside of touring) and he has to put some on, he waggles and high steps weird for a while because he can't feel the ground.

**Rain**: Thunder and lightening or fireworks? No problem, unbothered and can sleep like the dead. Balloons in any form? Pure Evil and must be destroyed.

**Swiss**: Literally an escape artist, cannot be contained if you tried. They put a camera in a containment room to try to see how he escapes and they still can't even figure it out.

**Phantom/Aeon**: No eye self preservation. Doesn't close his eyes when water gets poured on him, will not shut them when you threaten to poke them. It's so bad that he's had multiple eye tests to see if he has poor vision, but his vision is perfect.

**Cirrus**: Got one of her nails cut down too close to the quick ONE time and now refuses to get her nails trimmed and will run or fuss if its determined she needs a trim. Has to be asleep or put under sedatives to get them done.

**Cumulus**: Is completely fine with getting a bath or shower, but hates going out in the rain. Also, to her, water is water no matter how gross it is and she WILL try to drink it if she's thirsty enough.

**Sunshine**: Will get excited and get all up in other peoples' faces, then suddenly panic and get upset that their face is too close to hers. She might snap at them because of it.

**Aurora**: Has very sensitive ears and gets very upset at loud noises, but has a hard time self regulating and the only thing that will help is the Ghoul version of a happy hoodie. Unfortunately she doesn't think she can move her neck while she's wearing it, so she turns her head like 1989 Batman.

[boccher]

Recommendations for stargazing?

https://www.lightpollutionmap.info/ shows where skies are good, basically the darker it is the better the sky will be. you can click on the map to see the "bortle class" of a location, which is a classification system that gives a general idea of what you can see. (descriptions of each class on wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bortle_scale). In my experience, if you've never seen a dark sky, then bortle 3 & 4 locations will be fantastic looking straight above you, bortle 1 & 2 will be fantastic in all directions.

it takes time for your eyes to adapt to the dark to see as much dark detail as they can. For dark sites, I often hear people recommend at least 30 minutes without any bright screens or lights or torches to get the best experience

You wanna avoid stargazing when the moon is out (like greater than 30% phase) cuz it acts as a big light globe and defeats the purpose of dark skies. You can look at the moon from anywhere anyway. The moon cycles through its phases in an interval of about once a month. Take note of moon phase, moonrise and moonset times, and plan your stargazing around them. Stellarium (website or program or app) is helpful for seeing when the moon is out, and is generally a great map of everything in the sky.

The brightest parts of the milky way are high in the sky between june and october. But I'd say it's definitely still worth seeing both sides of the milky way at a dark site. Also the more south your latitude, the better view you get of the milky way core.

During late spring (in both hemispheres) the milky way only rises at inconvenient times, so take note of that.

You wanna check weather conditions. Getting caught in rain is miserable. Even if it's clear, smoke or raised dust or mist or high humidity can blot out the sky and make it harder to stargaze. It's not super easy to predict those conditions, often it requires observing the air on the day that you're stargazing or checking satellite imagery. but usually for mid-latitude locations, the clearest clear skies occur for the few days after a cold front, under high pressure (it still depends on local weather patterns)

Generally, locations at high elevation are better for stargazing than locations at low elevation of equivalent bortle class, because there's less atmosphere to look through so the sky will be clearer

Bring a chair or else your legs and neck will hurt like a bitch and the experience starts to become a bit painful. A chair that can lean back is ideal. Dress for the weather, then bring an extra layer just in case

A good way to find stargazing locations is by searching up local astronomy clubs and seeing where they like to go. Don't crash their events if they're invite-only though

Be aware of local wildlife. Here the only thing to worry about is snakes really, i dunno what to do in places like america where you have like killer bears and killer bobcats

[zapreportsblog]

twilight jasper/The Major x poc reader

a fanfic where the reader who is human, half japanese and half black has the powers like Storm from Xmen, she has black hair but the hair turns white . She is 5 feet 6 inches but grows to 6ft 5in when her power is activated. She is meeting The Major for the first time when another vampire tries to attack them, he goes to protect her by telling her to run and hide not knowing about her powers yet. But she steps in front of him, destroying the vampire with her powers. She turns around to The Major gives him a smile before passing out

I like this idea since this seems more like a oc rather then an x reader story I’m gonna switch some things around if you don’t mind, so like the major I’ll have the reader have an alternate personality like jasper does and the side that turn into basically storm that’ll be her form she takes so unlike jasper who just turns into the major the other side of the reader will physically turn as well

↱ the storms rolling in ↰

➘ summary : (y/n) finds peace within The Olympics Clan as an outsider and her and jasper really kick it off but some outsiders much like (y/n) doesn’t accept that

➘ a/n : for those confused you’re an outsider in the cullens family but they still consider you family, the other outsider mentioned will be someone from your past kinda like a stalker

➘ jasper cullen x poc reader, twilight x poc reader, twilight x oc

The rain pounded relentlessly on the rooftops of the quaint town of Forks, Washington. Mist hung in the air like a shroud, casting a mysterious atmosphere over the sleepy community. For (y/n), it was a new beginning, a chance to escape the familiar and embrace the unknown.

Born to a Japanese mother and an African American father, (y/n) was a mesmerizing blend of cultures. With a cascade of ebony curls and striking amber eyes, she was a rarity that drew curious glances wherever she went. But what truly set her apart were the powers she possessed – a gift inherited from her ancestors. Like Storm from the X-Men, she could command the elements, harnessing the winds, summoning lightning, and stirring the very skies with her emotions.

Growing up in her hometown had been a whirlwind of discovery and secrecy. Her parents had always urged her to conceal her abilities, fearing the backlash from a world that wasn't ready to accept such supernatural phenomena. But as (y/n) matured, so did her longing for freedom, for a place where she could be herself without fear of judgment.

Forks had never been a part of her plans, but life has a way of guiding you down unexpected paths. The town held an enigmatic allure, with its ever-present cloud cover and lush forests. It was as if the weather itself echoed her turbulent emotions, mirroring the storm that raged within her heart.

The decision to leave her hometown behind wasn't easy, but it was necessary. Armed with a few belongings, her powers, and an insatiable curiosity, (y/n) embarked on a journey to Forks. The small house she now stood in front of was modest, yet it felt like a sanctuary – a place where she could redefine herself and forge her own destiny.

As she stepped through the door, the air felt charged with anticipation, like the calm before a tempest. Little did she know that her arrival would set into motion a series of events that would challenge everything she thought she knew about herself and the world around her.

In the heart of this rain-soaked town, (y/n) would find not only new friendships but also the answers she had been seeking. Unbeknownst to her, there were others who carried secrets of their own, mysteries that would intertwine their fates in ways they could never have foreseen.

And so, the journey of (y/n) began – a journey of self-discovery, acceptance, and the realization that sometimes, the storm within can be a source of power, not just destruction.

The fluorescent lights of the local supermarket illuminated the aisles, casting a sterile glow on the neatly organized shelves. (y/n) wandered through the maze of products, her thoughts consumed by the shopping list in her hand. She had grown accustomed to her height, but there were still moments when being 5'6" posed a challenge, like when she tried to reach for an item placed high on a shelf.

Stretching on her tiptoes, she reached out, fingertips grazing the edge of the box she needed. Just as she was about to give up, a shadow fell across her path. Looking up, she met the gaze of a tall, burly man with a friendly smile. He towered over her, his presence larger than life.

"Need a hand?" he asked, his deep voice resonating through the aisle. Without waiting for her answer, he effortlessly plucked the item off the shelf and handed it to her.

"Thank you so much," (y/n) replied with a grateful smile, bowing slightly, a gesture she had picked up from her Japanese heritage. "I really appreciate it."

Emmett, for that was his name, chuckled warmly. "No problem at all. Glad I could help."

As they stood facing each other, an unspoken connection formed between them. It was as if they recognized something familiar in each other's eyes, a shared understanding that transcended the simple act of reaching for a box on a shelf.

"So, what brings you to Forks?" Emmett asked, genuinely curious.

(y/n) hesitated for a moment before answering, "I wanted a fresh start, a place where I can be myself without any pretenses."

Emmett nodded, his expression empathetic. "I get that. Sometimes a change of scenery can be exactly what you need."

As they continued talking, (y/n) and Emmett discovered a surprising common interest – video games. Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged stories about their favorite games, strategies, and epic victories. Their laughter echoed through the supermarket aisle, drawing curious glances from passersby.

As they strolled along, a colorful poster caught (y/n)'s attention – a local gaming event showcasing the latest releases. She couldn't help but express her excitement.

Emmett's eyes lit up with a mischievous grin. "You know, there's a gaming setup at my place. We could try out some of those new releases together if you're interested."

Surprised but intrigued, (y/n) considered his offer. The idea of spending time with a new friend, indulging in their shared passion, was too tempting to resist.

"That sounds amazing," she replied, her smile growing wider.

And just like that, an invitation to dinner turned into a burgeoning friendship that neither of them had anticipated. As they left the supermarket, their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from games to their personal stories.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the town of Forks in a warm twilight glow, (y/n) followed Emmett's directions to his home. The quaint, inviting house nestled among the trees seemed like a cozy haven against the encroaching darkness. The sound of leaves rustling in the gentle breeze created a serene backdrop as she approached the front door.

Emmett answered the door with a bright grin, welcoming (y/n) inside. "Glad you could make it! This is home."

Stepping into the house, (y/n) was met with the warm scent of home-cooked food and the gentle hum of conversation. As she entered the living room, her eyes widened at the sight of the welcoming faces that turned to greet her.

"Hey there!" Emmett's voice was infused with genuine enthusiasm as he introduced her to his family. "This is my adoptive mother, Esme, and these are my siblings, Edward, Bella, and Alice."

Warm smiles and kind words of welcome enveloped (y/n), putting her at ease in this unfamiliar environment. Esme was gracious and inviting, expressing genuine delight at having her over. As conversation flowed, (y/n) found herself gravitating towards Esme in the kitchen, where they worked side by side to prepare dinner.

Esme's gentle guidance and (y/n)'s willingness to learn made them an efficient team. The scent of cooking filled the air as they chopped vegetables, shared stories, and forged a connection that felt surprisingly natural.

As they worked, the sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention. A tall, blonde figure lingered in the doorway, watching with a guarded expression. Rosalie's gaze met (y/n)'s, and for a moment, there was an unspoken understanding.

"Don't mind Rosalie and Jasper," Emmett chimed in, offering a reassuring smile. "They have their own way of dealing with new people."

Alice, who had appeared beside Rosalie, grinned and added, "They just have a little difficulty being around people they're not familiar with."

(y/n) nodded in understanding. "I used to be the same way as a child. Meeting new people was always a bit overwhelming."

As dinner preparations continued, (y/n) glanced towards Jasper and Rosalie. With a respectful nod, she took a step towards them and offered a polite bow, a gesture of acknowledgment that she had carried from her Japanese heritage.

"Thank you for allowing me into your home," she said softly. "I understand it might be uncomfortable having someone new around, but I appreciate your hospitality."

Jasper and Rosalie exchanged a glance before Jasper offered a nod, his demeanor softer. "It's not easy for us, but we're working on it. Thanks for understanding."

Rosalie's lips curved into a small smile, her guardedness easing just a bit. "Yeah, what he said."

Returning their smiles, (y/n) felt a sense of camaraderie with the Cullen siblings. As the evening progressed, laughter and stories intertwined, weaving a tapestry of connection that was forged through shared experiences and an openness to understanding one another.

In the heart of the Cullen home, (y/n) had found not only a group of unique individuals but also a place where acceptance and understanding reigned, much like the storm within her that had the power to bring both destruction and renewal.

Time had flown by since (y/n) had become a part of the Cullen family's circle, and what began as a chance encounter had blossomed into deep friendships. The bonds she had formed with Emmett, Esme, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper and Bella and the even others had become an integral part of her life in Forks.

Firstly she found out some shocking news, the cullens we’re vampires. Well it wasn’t that shocking but damn what a secret you know?!

One sunny afternoon, as they gathered in the Cullen home's living room, conversations flowed easily. (y/n) felt entirely at home amidst the laughter and shared stories. As she recounted an incident in town where she had faced some unwanted attention, Jasper's face tightened with a controlled anger she hadn't seen before.

Intrigued by his reaction, (y/n) looked directly at him. "It was strange, really. This guy just wouldn't take no for an answer, and then out of nowhere, Jasper stepped in and, well, let's just say things got a little intense."

Emmett let out a hearty chuckle. "Yeah, Jazz here has a way of making his point crystal clear."

Jasper's eyes shifted, almost as if he was remembering something he'd rather not. "Well, sometimes people need a reminder to respect boundaries."

Sensing that there was more to the story than what met the eye, (y/n) pressed on. "You seemed really protective, Jasper. Did something else happen?"

Jasper hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between (y/n) and the floor. Before he could respond, Emmett, in a moment of uncharacteristic bluntness, let out a small chuckle and said, "He's just being all 'major' about it."

The room fell into an awkward silence, and (y/n) locked eyes with Jasper, her curiosity mixed with concern. "Major? What do you mean?"

Jasper sighed, his shoulders slumping. "It's... complicated."

Emmett's eyes widened as he realized his mistake, but before he could attempt to correct it, Jasper straightened up, his expression becoming more composed.

"Truth is, (y/n)," Jasper began, his voice holding a note of seriousness, "I have developed feelings for you. Strong ones. In the vampire world, it's more than just attraction. I see you as a suitable mate, and well... I guess that's why I reacted the way I did."

A shocked silence fell over the room as (y/n) processed his words. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, her heart pounding a little faster in her chest. Jasper's confession left her momentarily speechless, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

Esme, always the peacemaker, gently broke the silence. "Jasper, dear, I think it's important for (y/n) to understand your perspective."

Jasper nodded, his eyes never leaving (y/n)'s face. "You see, I can feel and manipulate emotions. I've been trained to sense danger, to protect my family, and I couldn't bear to see you uncomfortable or threatened."

(y/n) took a deep breath, trying to process the sudden revelation. Her own feelings were in turmoil, a mixture of flattery, surprise, and confusion. She met Jasper's gaze and spoke softly, "I... appreciate your honesty. But this is a lot to take in."

Jasper nodded in understanding, his expression a blend of hope and anxiety. "I didn't expect you to reciprocate immediately. I just wanted you to know the truth."

The vulnerability in Jasper's eyes was undeniable, and (y/n) felt a wave of empathy wash over her. She took another deep breath and offered a tentative smile. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this, Jasper.

“Please…call me major,” says jasper or well the major?!

“Well major, I need some time to process everything."

Jasper's lips curled into a relieved smile. "Of course, take all the time you need."

As the room gradually returned to its natural state of camaraderie, (y/n) realized that this unanticipated revelation was a testament to the depth of connection she had with the Cullens. Amidst the supernatural complexities, she was navigating the intricacies of both friendship and emotion, much like the storm that raged within her own heart.

As days turned into weeks, (y/n) found herself replaying Jasper's confession in her mind. She appreciated his honesty, but the weight of his feelings had left her slightly overwhelmed. She knew that a conversation with him was inevitable, and as the afternoon sun bathed the Cullen home in a warm glow, she decided that it was time to address the unspoken tension.

Approaching Jasper, who was sitting in the living room with a book, (y/n) cleared her throat to get his attention. "Jasper, can we talk?"

Jasper glanced up from his book, his expression a mix of surprise and anticipation. "Of course, (y/n). What's on your mind?"

"I think we need to discuss what you told me," she began, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. "I appreciate your feelings, but I need to know more. I need to understand what this means for us."

Jasper set his book aside, his eyes locked onto (y/n)'s. "I understand, and I'm here to answer any questions you have."

Taking a deep breath, (y/n) hesitated for a moment before suggesting, "Would you like to take a walk with me? It might be easier to talk outside."

Jasper nodded, his expression softening. "Sure, a walk sounds good."

As they strolled along a forested path near the Cullen home, (y/n) found the tranquility of nature to be the perfect backdrop for their conversation. The rustling of leaves and the distant songs of birds provided a calming soundtrack to their words.

"I want you to know that I value our friendship a lot, Jasper," (y/n) began, her voice gentle. "But your confession... it caught me off guard. I need time to figure out my own feelings and what this could mean for us."

Jasper's eyes held a mixture of understanding and empathy. "I respect that, (y/n). I never meant to make you uncomfortable."

Just as the conversation seemed to be heading towards a more peaceful resolution, a sudden rustling in the bushes nearby drew their attention. Before either of them could react, a blur of movement materialized, and another vampire stood before them.

"Ronny?" (y/n) gasped, disbelief washing over her.

The newcomer, Ronny, grinned wickedly, his eyes flashing crimson. "Well, well, (y/n). I never thought I'd run into you again."

Jasper's posture tensed, his instincts alert. "Who is this?"

“My childhood friend…”

Ignoring Jasper's question, Ronny's gaze remained fixed on (y/n). "You look surprised to see me. Did you think you could just disappear without consequences?"

Before (y/n) could respond, Ronny lunged at her, his intention clear. Instinctively, Jasper stepped in between them, his movements impossibly swift. A collision of supernatural strength and skill erupted as Jasper blocked Ronny's attack, his combat prowess on full display.

Realizing the danger, (y/n) instinctively stepped back, her heart racing. The situation had escalated far more quickly than she could have imagined. She watched as Jasper and Ronny engaged in a fierce struggle, her mind racing for a solution.

"(Y/n), run and hide!" He shouted, hoping his words would reach her amidst the chaos.

The clash of their powers created a cacophony of sound, echoing through the forest. The situation grew dire, and (y/n) felt her instincts take over.

Drawing upon the powers she had long kept hidden, (y/n) summoned a gust of wind, whipping through the air with a force that sent leaves and debris spiraling around her. She directed the winds towards Ronny, creating a barrier between him and Jasper.

“(Y/n)?!” Spoke two voices.

With wide eyes all both vampires could do was watch as (y/n)’s appearance transformed. (Y/n) felt a strange surge of energy building within her. The winds around her intensified, swirling with an intensity that matched the storm within her heart. Suddenly, her body began to transform, her form elongating and growing. Her clothes strained against her expanding frame until they could no longer contain her altered proportions.

In mere seconds, her height soared to a towering 6 feet 5 inches. Her once-ebony hair turned an ethereal shade of white, and her eyes underwent a dramatic transformation. They transformed into a striking sight, the irises resembling those of a blind person, milky white with glowing, pulsating thunderbolt-like veins that electrified the very air around her.

The air crackled with energy, and (y/n)'s alternate self emerged, fierce and imposing. Her torn clothing hung loosely from her powerful frame as she faced Ronny, her gaze locked onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

The Major and Ronnys attention shifted to a stunned halt as they took in the transformation before him. Ronny recognized the power emanating from (y/n)'s alternate self, a power that was clearly beyond human comprehension, someone who (y/n) would say she could see in her dreams as a child.

Ronny, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected turn of events, hesitated, his overconfidence momentarily shattered. This was not the (y/n) he had expected to face.

With a burst of lightning-like energy, (y/n)'s alternate self lunged at Ronny. The clash of their powers created shockwaves that rippled through the forest, causing trees to sway and leaves to rain down like a storm of confetti.

The battle was fierce and intense. Bolts of electricity danced across the air as (y/n)'s alternate self summoned the power of the elements. Her movements were fluid yet ferocious, every motion calculated to bring Ronny to his knees.

Ronny attempted to counter her attacks, but he was clearly outmatched. The power radiating from (y/n)'s alternate self seemed limitless, as if she had tapped into an otherworldly force.

With a final surge of power, (y/n)'s alternate self released a blast of energy that engulfed Ronny in a blinding light. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, causing the earth to tremble beneath their feet.

As the light subsided, (y/n)'s alternate self stood amidst the aftermath, her chest heaving with the exertion of her powers. The air was charged with energy, and the forest around them bore witness to the clash of supernatural forces.

The major approached (y/n)'s alternate self cautiously, his eyes filled with awe and respect. "You saved us."

The transformation began to wane, and as (y/n)'s alternate self slowly reverted to her original form, she felt a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. She looked up at Jasper, her eyes returning to their familiar amber hue, and offered a small smile.

Jasper's expression held a newfound admiration. "You have powers too."

Nodding, (y/n) replied, "I didn’t know how to tell you.”

As the forest settled into a tranquil silence, the remnants of the battle scattered around them, (y/n) realized that the storm within her was no longer something to be feared. It was a source of strength, a power that could be harnessed to protect those she cared about.

“Sorry about this,” (y/n) apologized.

“Sorry for what?” Major questions. “This -“ and with that (y/n) passed out only to be caught by major.

In the aftermath of the battle, (y/n)'s world had once again shifted, unveiling layers of her identity she had yet to explore. The bond she shared with the Cullens had deepened further, and the storm within her heart had revealed itself as a force of nature that could bring both destruction and renewal.

[saltysplayt00ns]

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I've been waiting a long time to show this one, and had to adjust some stuff cause the author thought rushing to place an out of place fog would make things better, but just adds on the confusion of a fog only showing around their and not around the area. Also would've had a scene of them going through the fog and we seen the Two tribes coming in through the fog. This would've been a better battle and advantage CAUSE LET ME REMIND YA. There are two tribes band together to take down Meteor tribe and a few of Whispervale members. THIS IS A NO WIN BATTLE, Meteor has to be strategic and improvise from a no win scenario. Ronja and other would've taken advantage of the fog and fought them there and not up the freaking mountains. taken advantage when the elements plus the rain coming down would make it more thick in mist. THE BATTLE SPEAKS FOR ITSELF!!!.

Close-up shots;

I did adjustment of the whole scene cause this is an action scene;

Panel adjustments and add-ons

Added lighting and shadows

Added SFX

Reworked the BG

Added armor

Added tribal paint

Worked Dialogue bubble cause yikes Ronja.

KARGO HAS PAINT ON BOTH SIDES!!!

He also has the other half of his body.

Adjust to make the dogs more like fur.

Diarko had him more primitive and connect the dark markings.

Also quote from the author themselves; " No paint on any of them for this, it's tedious enough to have to draw all this armor X)" SO BASICALLY YOU, an author that is drawing a Raiding battle of tribes that is between life and death, doesn't want to do paint nor any detailed important stuff, so we don't know who's fighting who. It's not even battle armor cause None of them ARE WEARING ANYTHING TO PROTECT THEMSELVESM, Meteortribe is more equipped with clothes then the tribes that are experienced not wearing any, they're the one's that say burning bodies is ' primitive '. let me tell ya after 2-3 pages its laughable on him trying to make this the final boss type BS when they. How these dogs advanced again? ya got literally spirits giving out free loot XD This is what I mean by ' changing plot to fit the story ' and ' inconsistencies ' like this an annoying blemish, instead of a competent tribes that are more experienced and trained to handle such things, you are NOT given armor nor paint nor anything of an build-up, because you was lazy and don't know how to find an easy way to do said battle armor - PLUS don't know how to have meteor tribe not lose members. Like, why the heck are the two tribes waited MONTHS to start invading them now why not then?? because kiq. doesn't know how to fix the plot holes, since basically would've been wiped out regardless of the extra protection. why meteor waited so long to fix their defenses?

why Keirr is not with them, isn't he a family oriented dog.?

Why Rhovanion and Feaf are not their isn't Rhov and family oriented dog?

Why meteor didn't leave around winter and waited many months to move at all? , this is not a vacation, its an evacuation.

why Tribes waited years to actually start something now then 30 years ago.?

Why Roamer wants to take the idea from Kargo which was meant for Kargo, roamer, Ferah to make their ' new life? ' why not just have it where its an idea you made on your own???!!!! really putting salt on that wound ain't ya?

When did Kargo know about Rogio, more then Roamer who is literally his boyfriend?

Why Rogio dumping all the chores on Roamer to do? he's been doing it a lot and somehow Roamer have to agree, cause remember those scenes when Roamer put OUT HIS OPINION??!!! and tried to help? he gotten gaslighted and a upper cut of emotional manipulations.

Why Rogio wants a Polycule now? especially after we SAW Rogio snooping AGAIN on other dogs conversations. and Kargo so far is focused on other things then having a threesome. and all these glaring and many more glaring questions. Again the question is why?? why, why and more WHY'S. This stuff usually is dealt with after doing drafts, concepts and revisions.

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Ps.

The quick placement of the Fog was laughable, cause think about it like, why kiq. going to do a dues ex Machina on the mountains and not in the fogs. Think about it in a tactical planning for Ronja and writers. The Fog is more an advantage to hide in the thick mist in dark shades of the trees, then being exposer on plan sight on top of a mountain. Meteor ( Nordguard ) 1. does not know how to wield a sword, 2. they're outnumbered, 3. lack experiences and 4. have children. They needed to think strategically and fast. The fog would've been a perfect scene for them to hide in and cover their scents, Rain and thunder is coming, so more thick fog and cover up from the tribes, they would use that to their advantage and scatter the raid them around. It's a risky maneuver but Ronja can't be hesitant nor meek on this, is all or nothing. THIS STUFF IS GOOD TENSION AND CHARACTER BUILD-UP.

---- This creating armor and concepts is like whip cream on an ice cream cake for me. But hey it's not my Comic to stress over, be a pump and dump for all I bloody know . .....

Side Goodies:

Quick Armored concept for Dragonsfall

Dragonsfall Paint marks

The Dragonsfall tribe is a group of Canines who have forged a strong alliance with Fire-breathing lizards, believing themselves to be descendants of these majestic creatures. They are known for crafting a unique bronze metal, believed to be hardened and melted with metal from the scales of dragons. This bronze shines like fire, is harder than regular metal, and exhibits weird translucent colors like the scales. The tribe also molds bits of leather to create softer but sturdier materials. While they may have lost some of the fierce traits associated with dragons over time, certain traits like their scales, reproduction and facials still show hints of their connection to these mythical beings.

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HAPPY EATING YA BLOGGERS ♥

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Vast Error and Splatoon fans, how do we feel about these? (custom kits and some explanations under cut!)

Sova (Defensive Utility) - Reef-lux, Splash Wall, Baller I don't really know her that well so this one is probably the most shaky out of all of them. I was hoping to give her a more defensive play style here (Splash Wall and Baller)

Dismas (Evade Skirmisher) - .52 gal, Toxic Mist, Triple Splashdown The .52 is here since it takes 2 shots to hit (in reference to 2xbladekind). Toxic Mist and Triple Splashdown don't have too much reason to be on here except that this all together makes a nasty .52 gal kit.

Arcjec (Tank Skirmisher) - Tentabrella, Autobomb, Taticooler Arcjec would tend to use Autobombs the most while hiding behind the huge shield the Tentabrella provides. Taticooler is in reference to not only his obsession with Code Red, but also how he recovers quickly when pushed down (respawn buff from Taticooler). He's also meant to be paired with Ellsee in a way, since her Squid Beacon's can support this specific play style greatly.

Jentha (Special Utility) - Bloblobber, Angle Shooter, Wave Breaker She just feels like it. Like she just feels like a Bloblobber and I can't really explain it too much. Source: just trust me bro. Angle Shooter would be something she'd use in a panic to try and find someone, just a quick 'throw it out' thing while revealing her location at the same time. Wave Breaker suits the non-aggressive play style that I'm trying to go with her.

Ellsee (Evade Skirmisher) - Inkbrush, Squid Beacon, Ink Storm The Inkbrush is meant to be similar to her staff in a way! Also the movement made with a brush flick reminiscent of dancing, nothing too deep with this choice just that it fits the best out of all the weapons. Squid Beacon is in reference to her portals and goes along with Arcjec (see the desc. of his kit for details). Ink Storm is probably the weakest here since I added it only because her last name is Raines (like raining.... storms.....).

Albion (Crossfire Utility) - Heavy Splatling, Ink Mine, Booyah Bomb The Heavy was picked out mostly because its Deco version is very sparkly and shiny, like her quirk! Ink Mine is mostly to tie the kit together and Booyah Bomb is her sort of 'calling upon her friends'. I think this kit fits her a lot more towards the start of the comic but could still be applied later on.

Serpaz (Special Utility) - Big Swig Roller, Sprinkler, Ultra Stamp I tried to sort of play into the idea that she uses toolboxkind so that's why she has a paint roller and a hammer! The sprinkler is to help her build her special.

Laivan (Trick Skirmisher) - Squiffer, Splat Bomb, Triple Inkstrike A Charger for Laivan felt like the obvious choice since he's known to wield a gun (not sure exactly what kind since he doesn't have a confirmed strifespecibus from what i can tell) but I wanted him to contrast Occeus with quirk charges and shorter shots which is why I ended up giving him the Squiffer. Splat Bombs and Triple Inkstrike don't really have a big reason but I think they overall fit as a simple but effective kit.

Occeus (Anchor) - E-Liter Scope, Toxic Mist, Stingray All of these have reasons, mostly relating to the fact his strifespecibus is lazerkind. E-liter is slow charging but has a very high range, with the scope providing greater accuracy. I considered giving him the Tri-Stringer in reference to his three eyes but I feel like the E-Liter Scope feels more true to the way lazerkind works. Toxic Mist is a bit silly as it's entirely there to reference the fact he's a scientist that works with a lot of weird vials and bottles with potentially dangerous substances inside. Stingray basically works the same as lazerkind, cutting through everything around it to hit its targets.

Taz (Slayer) - Luna Blaster, Burst Bomb, Ink Armor The Luna Blaster is fast, powerful and if the direct hit doesn't get you the splash damage will! Powerful, destructive and makes sure to not leave anyone behind, that's how Taz fights. Burst Bomb isn't a reference to anything, just an effective combo with any shots with a main weapon and helpful when you need to ink something quick. Ink Armor is meant to reference how her chucklevoodoo is always active with the 'glint' in her eye, as well as how she's someone who supports others at heart.

Murrit (Slayer) - Tetra Dualies, Point Sensor, Triple Splashdown (plays Bloblobber sometimes just to piss Jentha off) This was the guy who started this whole thing so lets get into it. I chose the Tetra Dualies to allude to the fact that he uses 2xknucklekind. I was thinking to myself "what feels like getting punched in the face when playing a splatoon match?" and it 100% the Tetra Dualies. Point sensor is meant to not only portray how she keeps tabs on everyone but also how she seems like the type to hunt down her targets. Triple Splashdown is mostly because that also feels like a punch in the face (and also how the animation is literally a punch). Overall, I wanted her play style to come across as high risk, high reward.

Calder (Anchor) - Ballpoint Splatling, Curling Bomb, Kraken Royale I tried to find the best way to portray his fighting style (with three different strife specubus's) but the common theme seems to be that they're very long weapons that directly confront the target and have quick 'jabs' at the target. I think the Ballpoint with its ability to have short range bursts accompanied with long range hits, as well as the fact that the fire can be interrupted for continuous fire, portrays that. Curling Bombs feel the closest to golf balls, bouncing around the stage and being able to control how far you put it out (similar to how hard your swing is). Kraken Royale is mostly to allude to the fact that Calder is royalty. He also tends to seem commanding and in control, which is suitable for an anchor.

Obviously, there's plenty of other kits and roles that they can fit into but this is more a kit that reflects bits of themselves rather than the one they would realistically play or would be the best at. I would love to hear some of y'all's opinions on this and your own kit ideas! Here's my attempt at making Murrit in Splatoon.

[missbubblesoda]

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (19)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.7k

It was the kind of morning that encouraged the wearing of many layers. The thicker the better. And Sasha, who looked busy feeding soaked hay to the horses of a nearby stable, seemed to have reached that same conclusion before leaving her room that morning. You observed her as she struggled to drain the wet grass without dipping her fingers into the water, and realized you didn’t remember what she looked like under her scarf and wool hat.

Was this winter ever going to end?

The calendar gave a rather optimistic answer, but the weather seemed to be so very in love with the snow, and it didn’t look like it was letting go of its lover anytime soon.

You rubbed your gloved hands against each other and noticed how this was the first time you actually felt cold this season, even though the harshest days were already long behind. But back then, when low temperatures would make everyone complain, and the biting wind would paint their ears and fingers all shades of red, you could rely on your memories and the pleasant fire they lit within. And back then, you also had his body heat to keep you warm.

You glanced at the man standing beside you, his attention completely lost somewhere in the woods before him, and his hand, idly hanging to his side, looked especially inviting under this weather. And you wished you could reach out and take it, but you weren’t sure he would let you hold it.

His breath, turning into white mist as soon as it left his body, was clearly visible against the somber, almost starless twilight sky. His eyes were also a dark shade of blue this morning, and they seemed just as gelid as the sudden gust of wind that caused you to wrap your arms around yourself, rubbing your shoulders as you tried to shrink your body to a size that would be too tiny for the cold to spot.

“You can wait inside if you-”

“I’m fine.” You rushed to say, before realizing the hastiness in your voice risked coming across a little discourteous, and he was your boss after all. “It will start warming up once the sun rises a little more.” You explained, this time trying to soften your voice with a smile, a smile that you hoped didn’t look as unnatural and stiff as it felt on your own lips.

Yes, you had no doubt that the weather would warm up soon, because like a promise kept, the sun would always rise in the morning. And, as you thought about such kind of tacit, unspoken promises, you glanced up: The sky didn’t promise snow today. Maybe it would warm up a little after all.

But, was it really a promise or just your own foolish assumptions? In your case, there was always a bigger chance that it was the latter, and, therefore, throughout the years you had learned to not let yourself get too hopeful about things. That way, when it did snow later and you found your feet stuck under six inches of snow, buried so deep that you couldn’t move backwards and neither forwards, the disappointment wouldn’t hurt as much.

You could tell his eyes were on you, but you didn’t feel like looking back. Instead, you tried to find if there was even a single star still visible in the sky.

It had been almost a full week since he went back to work, and make no mistake, you were happy he did. You were glad to see him instead of the sad empty chair your eyes had been constantly met with for the past six weeks or so. However, it had also been a week since you moved back to your room. A full week since you last heard the raspy good mornings and lulling good nights he would whisper against your ear. A full week since you last engaged in any form of conversation that didn’t have the words ‘maintenance budget cuts’ or ‘decreasing staffing levels’ in them. A full week since you last saw him smile. At least at your way.

And most importantly, it had been a full week since you last felt the reassuring warmth of his lips against yours, and the sweet comfort of his arm around your body. A full week since you told him some very big words. And a full week since he didn’t say them back.

But, could you blame him for that? Not really, and you weren’t mad at him. Because, now that you had a lot of time to spend in the loneliness of your dark room, you started to consider the possibility that maybe he had his boundaries; and that maybe, just maybe, you had been overstepping them lately. Or who knows since when, to be honest.

There was something, however, that you knew very well.

You knew that the life of the Survey Corps’ Commander was already difficult enough as it was, and that he didn’t need any of his subordinates to make things more uncomfortable for him, whether that was with their irrational requests or the unsolicited confessions that left their mouth when they were in bed together. And, all things considered, you figured he could go back to sleeping alone. Not to mention he must be craving some personal space as well. After all, you had practically glued yourself to his side for a month.

As you let your mind travel to warmer moments lived during that month, you realized the silence was making you a little bit too nostalgic, so you welcomed the sound the leaves made as they drifted wherever the wind blew. As well as the distant clatter of hooves.

“They’re here.” He said, and you looked up to find the convoy in the distance. Within a few moments, the shapes grew in size, until they reached the entrance of the castle.

The enclosed carriage that was leading the caravan waited in front as two soldiers opened the gates. It was big and rather opulent, and the glossy finish on the wood told you that it had been polished very recently, and with such dedication that now it resembled a mirror. A mirror that, with its gilded features and painted panels, successfully reflected the personal taste of the owner, whose face remained anonymous thanks to the satin curtains covering the windows.

But the carriage wasn’t the only notable thing in the caravan. The four horses pulling it, as well as the two dozens waiting behind, were splendid enough to overshadow the sumptuous vehicle.

The commander walked to the entrance of the stables, and you followed behind, your eyes still captured by the mesmerizing creatures. When the carriage parked nearby and its doors opened, the identity of the owner was finally revealed: a middle-aged man of imposing height and cinnamon hair who looked surprisingly familiar, and that, judging by his elegant demeanor and conspicuous wardrobe choices, could be nothing other than the lord of some faraway estate.

He hugged the Commander as if they were the oldest of friends, and, as they laughed about some inside joke you were certain you wouldn’t get, you found yourself wishing things were as merry and jolly between you and him as it was between the two of them. But then again, you were pretty sure this old man had never said he was in love with him.

Although, to be fair, it was not like he was avoiding you. In fact, to an outsider it may even look like you were the one doing it. After all, you were the one who decided to move back to your room, and you were the one who was actively trying to keep your eyes glued to your desk instead of looking his way. You were also the one who decided to start leaving immediately after your shift ended.

A stranger reading your latest journal entries would be forgiven for thinking you were the one putting distance between you two, but you were convinced that anyone in your position would understand that it was not something you had chosen deliberately. You were merely reacting.

Reacting to what you felt and perceived: a switch in the atmosphere, a change in his eyes, the feeling of not being welcome anymore. You could see it there, in the icy blue of his irises, and that’s why you tried not to look at them. It made your throat tight and your vision blurry. So you decided it was best to look at the horses instead.

They were truly some of the most magnificent stallions you had ever seen. So bright and alert. The glow in their coat told you that all their nutritional requirements were met, and the bounce of their mane, that they were frequently groomed. You had once heard that even just one of these horses was worth an average person’s lifetime income. And you could see why.

But after some minutes of contemplation, wonder turned into gloom, as you found yourself feeling sorry for them. There was no way these innocent creatures knew about the dangers that awaited them. It was truly such a shame that such gorgeous animals had been born in a world like yours. They deserved to enjoy their days eating fresh grass and running up and down a green hill, somewhere in the middle of a picturesque countryside, and not to spend their lives outrunning titans.

But you tried to cheer yourself up by thinking that they would get to live good lives for as long as they could cling to them. After all, the scouts treated their animals with the utmost care and respect, almost as if they considered their horses to be comrades too.

To your right, you heard the Commander animatedly talking with the wealthy stranger. But your eyes were still lost among the horses, absentmindedly watching their mane dance in the wind. The sound it made when blowing through the trees, delicately rustling their leaves as if telling them it was time to wake up, was something you had always found relaxing. And you realized that, despite the uncomfortable cold, it was such a beautiful day in the forest. If only you could enjoy it.

You wished you owned the carefree disposition of that tall man who had just dismounted his horse and now seemed to be thanking it for the ride. He looked so content and joyful, utterly delighted with the simple act of ruffling its mane, and so did the animal. It looked as if the man was fluent in whatever language it is that horses speak. He looked a lot like a horse whisperer. He looked a lot like-

“Leon?” You heard your own voice calling seconds before the man turned around and smiled, confirming that was indeed his name.

“My lady.” As he made his way to you, his hazel locks danced to the exact same tune his horse’s mane did behind him. His hair had gotten longer, but his smile was as warm and welcoming as you remembered it.

“How come you’re here?” You asked, surprised to find this was the first time in days your smile felt like it belonged on your face.

“I’m accompanying my lord uncle.” He paused as he kissed the back of your hand. “This gentleman right here.” You looked at the man he was pointing at, the one standing next to him, and also the same tall stranger the Commander had been animatedly conversing with.

So this was Lord Koch. His face did look a little familiar after all.

“Commander Smith.” Leon gently let go of your hand before sending an acknowledging nod to the Commander, and extending his hand.

“Lord Angert.” The Commander shook the hand Leon was offering and smiled politely. “Thank you for traveling so far, my Lord. I hope the winter woods weren’t too rough.”

“As someone who was raised out in the cold, my esteemed Commander, I found the weather rather nostalgic.” As the two men shared a chuckle, you couldn’t help but join in, amused by Leon’s interesting way of speaking.

“We had to make a couple of small detours, as we weren’t sure if it was safe to travel anywhere near Ragako or Dauper.” Lord Koch explained. “That added at least half a day to our schedule. We should have been here by yesterday night, so I apologize, Erwin. I think Leon here was the only one who appreciated the change of plans.” He grinned at his nephew, and you noticed that Lord Koch’s eyes also had the tendency to turn into crescent moons when he smiled. “He really wanted to get a present for the beautiful lady here.” You blinked a few times to shake the confusion away when you suddenly felt all three men’s eyes on you.

Leon slipped a hand inside his jacket before handing you a tin box that was all too familiar to you. It did look like you were starting a collection after all, you had three of these now.

And for the first time in this bitter morning, you felt warm, the pleasant feeling immediately taking over your lips. You could really use the sugar today. The sugar, as well as the comfort only your favorite childhood treat could provide.

“Leon, you didn’t have to.” Your fingers reached for the present, unable to keep your lips from curving when you had the small box in your hands. You expected the metal to be cold, but it was actually comfortable to the touch, and rather warm from the cozy pocket he had kept it in all this time.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I figured since I was coming here anyway, I could at least bring you a piece of home.” He explained, using his hand to brush aside the importance of his kind gesture. “Although, I must admit the idea only found me after we were more than halfway through our journey here. But Luckily they had these in one of the villages we stopped by.”

You stared into the forest he had for eyes and wondered if you could find a friend there. Because you felt like you could really use one right now.

“Erwin, these were selectively bred to be approximately five feet tall and nine hundred pounds give or take.” You turned your attention to Lord Koch, who was pointing at the group of horses that was now being taken into the stables. “They may seem heavy but you don’t need to worry about maintenance out there in the field, they can get by perfectly fine on a simple diet, and travel many hours without complaining.” You eyed the horses, they certainly looked way more muscular than your average horse. “And their weight doesn’t affect their performance either. Their top speed is between forty to fifty miles per hour. Pretty impressive, right? We trained them to maintain a swift twenty two miles gallop, even when pulling a carriage. Like I said, a fine speed all the way through. But I don’t pretend you believe just my words. I actually would like to show you right now if you’re up for it. What do you say?”

The sound of the wind waking the leaves from their slumber was the only thing Lord Koch got for a reply. You turned to look at the Commander at the same time Leon did, and were surprised to find him staring back at you. An unreadable look in his icy blue eyes.

“Erwin?” Lord Koch called again and this time he seemed to have more luck in getting a reply.

“Yes, yes, we should.” The Commander said, eyes still fixed on you.

“I’ll get them ready, Uncle.”

“No, son, you can stay. Erwin and I are only going for a quick ride.” Lord Koch smiled to his nephew before turning to the Commander. “Let’s go, Erwin. Let’s leave these two to each other. I bet they have a lot to talk about.”

The Commander threw one last glance your way, a closed-mouth smile on his face, before turning around and following Lord Koch.

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We Were Human

Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader

Part:6

Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.

Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent ascended Astarion from losing himself the only problem? You don’t have a lot of time.

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Masterlist

Warnings: Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse, depiction of abuse and violence. Its ascended astarion, prepare for the worse.

Note(s): For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.

You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware.

Thank You.

For days now, the relentless drumming of rain against Karlach’s window had provided a steady backdrop to my thoughts. I found myself alone in her modest abode, a place she had grown accustomed to and seemed content with. The room held little beyond the essentials - a simple bed pressed against the wall, positioned beside the only window in the home. Atop the bed frame lay a quilt, carefully stitched by hand, a gift from myself to congratulate her about getting her internal engine fixed.

Opposite the bed, the fireplace stood as a focal point, its rough stonework casting a rustic charm. Despite its offer for year round warmth, Karlach rarely ever kindled a fire, claiming she had grown tired of feeling heat and would be like that for a long time. Only upon my arrival did she light it, deeming my chilled body was unacceptable. Even now, the faint scent of burning wood lingered, mingling with the fragrance of rain. 

The small kitchen area is equipped just enough to feel like home. A wooden dining table accompanied by two sturdy chairs, sits under a single swaying light bulb. The shelves contained only the most essential cookware, reflecting Karlach’s preference for practicality. She never carried around much and never cared for fine dining. She was content with her stomach being full and nothing more. 

Nestled in the corner, the bathing area boasted simplicity, making up a basic washing basin adorned with a small mirror suspended above. A neatly folded towel and a solitary bar of soap adorned the basin’s side, offering only the essential. Despite its humble appearance, the corner still did its job of allowing people to wash themselves as needed. 

As the front door swung open, inviting in the chill of the wind and the mist of  rain, Karlach stepped in, her hair drenched and a carefree smile adorning her lips. Settling beside me on the floor, she leaned back against her bed, seemingly unfazed by her wet state as she nudged me playfully. 

“Feeling hungry?” She inquired, gesturing towards the kitchen where food awaited. 

I offered a small smile in response. “You know I have no need for food like that,” I replied. Karlach’s brows furrowed momentarily before she let out a soft snort. “I meant in general. Have you felt hungry since you’ve been here? Any urge to bite into my neck?” she joked, tilting her head to expose her pulse point. “Not that I think my blood would taste very good…maybe just a little hot.”

Deep in thought, I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, pondering. SInce my arrival at Karlach’s place, I hadn’t ventured outside, fearing that Astarion’s threat still loomed, ready to scorch my skin at the slightest touch of sunlight. Fortunately, the rain had persisted for days, grinding me the relief from that particular dread. 

Shaking my head in response to Karlach’s question, I replied, “No, I haven’t felt the urge to sink my teeth into anything.”

“Well, that’s one way to put it, I supposed,” she teased lightly. But then her tone shifted, growing serious and somber. “But seriously,” she continued, “how long are you going to run?”

Taken aback, my brows shoot up in surprise. “Run? I’m not running.”

“Not literally,” she clarified, “but you are. You’re scared. I can see it when you wake up and instantly try to dodge out of the window’s reach. How you flinch at every creak and groan of the wood as if you’re anticipating something to leap out and get you. I see it in your eyes as you spend hours staring into nothingness, lost in a place I can’t reach. You won’t even tell me what happened or what’s wrong, and you don’t have to , but it’s plain to see that you’re scared and you are running from confronting that fear,”

I remained silent for a while, grappling with how to explain myself to her. Even though she didn’t know the exact details of what happened between Astarion and me, her observation was astute. I was running but how could I not? Faced Astarion once more, the events that unfolded had changed him, and all I had done was stand there, paralyzed by fear. How could I ever face the love of  my life after such a failure?

Karlach sighed, drawing my attention away from the window. She shook her head softly as she rose from her seat. “It doesn’t matter,” she said reassuringly. “ You can stay as long as you need to.” Moving to the front door, she grasped the handle. I instinctively shuffled away from the door’s impending opening, noticing the flicker of sadness in Karlach’s gaze as she observed my reaction. 

“I’ll be back late again,” She continued, choosing to ignore my wariness, hopefully for my own sake. “This weather is slowing down the rebuilding process.” With that, she opened the door, allowing the chilly wind to rush into the warm room. “Soldier?” she called out, glancing back at me. 

“Yes?” I responded, my hair tousled by the gust of wind sneaking past Karlach’s figure.

“Think about what I said, okay?”

My mouth opened and closed, a retort forming in my throat, but I couldn't conjure up a believable excuse. “Fine,” I relented, rising from my spot on the floor and making my way to the corner with the washing basin. “I’m going to clean up.”

Without another word, the door clicked shut behind her, shutting out the rain and wind. Reflecting on my behavior, I realized it had been rude to turn her away like that. Karlach had shown me nothing but kindness since my arrival. Despite bombarding me with questions upon my initial arrival, she had relented when she saw I wasn’t ready to answer. Even without an explanation from me, she had allowed me to stay, going as far as picking up extra clothes for me from stores, deeming my ‘fancy’ attire too uncomfortable. Those same clothes now hung in her closet, as she had generously made space for them among her own belongings. 

Selecting a nightgown, I slipped it on, shedding the clothes I had worn previously. The fabric felt more suitable for sleeping, its loose fit offering comfort as it draped over my frame, its hem skimming just above my ankles. 

With a sigh, I retrieved my bedroll from beneath Karlach’s bed, unfurling it before settling into it. Sleep seemed to be my only respite lately. Sleep and avoidance of the issues I should be confronting. But facing them was easier said than done, especially when my own mind tormented me with memories. How was I supposed to confront something when my memories of it were so painful? How could I forget the suffering I endured simply because I was in love?

A scream of unparalleled agony echoed through the desolate halls, jolting me from my trance. I blinked, disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. The walls, constructed of cold gray bricks, seamlessly melded into the floor, sending  shivers up my spine as the chills seeped into the soles of my feet. The hallway stretched endlessly before me, devoid of any discernible beginning or end. Regardless of which direction I faced, the scene remained unchanged. Mantels, adorned with flickering torches, line the walls at regular intervals, yet their feeble light failed to penetrate the infinite darkness that loomed beyond. I blinked again, and suddenly found myself standing before a weathered wooden door.  

Another anguished cry pierced the air, coming from the chamber beyond the door. . 

Without hesitation, my hand moved of its own accord, grasping the doorknob and pushing the door open. What lay before me turned my stomach: the room was awash with blood, the crimson fluid pooling on the floor in a sickening display. It coated every inch of the chamber, making it hard to navigate without stepping into it. Strangely, aside from the eerie glow of the torches, the walls were bare, mirroring the emptiness of the hallway. I blinked once more, and in the periphery of my vision, I noticed it: a door partially ajar, nestled in the far corner of the room. 

Once more, my body moved of its own accord, propelled forward by an unseen force. Each step I took was accompanied by the sickening sensation of slick blood coating the soles of my feets, staining them with a stranger’s life. With trembling hands, I pushed the door ajar, allowing the flickering light of the torches to cast eerie shadows in the dimly lit room. 

I stood frozen in place, my heart pounding against my ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. My breaths came sharp and ragged, as if struggling against an invisible weight pressing down on my chest. Every fiber of my being crackled with fear at the sight that unfolded before me.  

“Astarion?”

I whispered, the sound barely audible in the oppressive silence. But there was no response, only the echo of my own voice reverberating off the walls. Frantically, I repeated his name, each syllable clawing its way out of my throat in a desperate plea for acknowledgement. But my efforts were futile, as if my voice had been stolen away, leaving me with nothing but mute desperation. 

Clawing at my throat in a futile attempt to force sound from my lips, I felt my eyes widen in horror as they flickered between Astarion’s battered form and the blood-splattered walls surrounding us. The mere sight of him threatened to overwhelm me with a nauseating sickness, forcing me to avert my gaze. 

There he was, laid bare in his vulnerability. Curled into a pitiful heap in the corner of the room, he trembled uncontrollably, his arms protectively around his head as if seeking refuge from some unseen torment. His once flawless skin was now marred by a tapestry of wounds, some still seeping crimson rivulets. With each flinch, a new mark appeared, adding to the mosaic of his suffering. 

Suddenly, he was jerked from her fetal position by an invisible force, his body rendered limp as his hair was yanked back mercilessly. A sob tore free from his lips, mingling with the whispered please that spelled forth in a desperate cascade. 

Driven by instinct, I sank to my knees before him, cradling his battered face in trembling hands. Bruised and swollen beyond recognition, his eyes were nearly swollen shut, while blood trickled from his broken nose, staining his lips crimson. Tears mingled with the blood, their salty tails tracing paths down his bruised cheeks, a testament to the agony he had endured.

Even as I knelt before him, my tear-filled eyes pleading with his vacant gaze, it seemed as though I was but a ghost in his eyes. His stare was distant, unfocused, as if he looked through me rather than at me. A shiver of unease ran down my spine, my confusion deepening as I followed the line of his sight, searching for whatever phantom held his attention.  

There, looming over us with a malevolent grin etched on his face, stood Cazador -  the tormentor of my beloved, the architect of his suffering. His presence was suffocating, dripping with disdain as he regarded us with contempt. With a deliberate, calculated motion, he raised his arm, his lips moving soundlessly as if uttering a silent incantation. In the blink of an eye, his blade descended, its deadly edge slicking through the air with horrifying finality. A scream tore from my throat, mingling with Astarion’s own anguished cry. 

Gasping for breath, I bolted upright, the echoes of terror still ringing in my ears. My eyes darted around the room, seeking solace in the familiar sights that surrounded me. The flickering flames of the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the wooden floor, the rhythmic pattern of rain against the windows providing a soothing backdrop to my thundering thoughts. 

With a shaky exhale, I realized it had all been a dream - a nightmare that had gripped me in its icy grasp. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to confront the anxiety that still pulsed beneath my skin, gnawing at my resolve. Rising unsteadily to my feet, I disentangled myself from my bedroll and made my way to the front door, my heart pounding in my chest. 

As I stepped outside, the chill of the rain-soaked air enveloped me, drenching my hair and clothes in its icy embrace. Ignoring the curious glances and calls of concern that greeted me, I sprinted through the cobbled streets with single-minded determination. Only when I reached the imposing gates of the palace - my - did I allow myself to pause, my breath coming in ragged gasps. 

Pushing open the door, I was met with an eerie silence that hung heavy in the air. The dim glow of the palace offered little solace, casting long shadows that seemed to dance in the flickering light. 

“My Lady?” came a tentative voice, breaking the silence like a fragile whisper in the darkness.

Raising my gaze, I spotted Lucinda’s familiar brunette head as she approached, her arms laden with pristine white sheets. She regarded me with a tilt of her head, her expression inscrutable. 

“Lucinda,” I greeted her with a smile that I hoped masked the tension I felt. “Do you know where Astarion is?”

“Lord Ancunin is bathing,” she responded matter-of-factly, her gaze unwavering. 

“Thank you,” I murmured, offering a brief nod before ascending the stairs, my footsteps quickening with purpose as I made my way to the bathing chamber. As I pushed open the door, a rush of warm, moist air greeted me, enveloping me in its comforting embrace. 

Inside, I found him reclining in the large porcelain tub, his back resting against the smooth surface. His expression shifted from annoyance to surprise as he caught sight of me.

“Lover?”

I made no reply, closing the distance between us with determined steps. Without hesitation, I climbed into the tub, fully clothed, and nestled myself against his bare chest. 

His initial tension melted away as he relaxed into my embrace, his arms encircling me protectively. I breathed in his familiar scent, nuzzling my nose against his pulse point as we savored the simple intimacy of our closeness. 

But as I made to move away, his grip tightened, holding me in place. 

“I didn’t think you were going to come back,” he confessed, his fingertips trailing lightly across my arm, sending shivers down my spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

“I was terrified, Astari,” I admitted, no longer willing to suppress my fears. “What you did was…it was horrible.”

“I know, and I am sorry,” he whispered, his voice heavy with regret. “Truly sorry. I don’t know what came over me…it was like…” He trailed off, his words lost in the depths of his turmoil. 

Pulling back from him, I held his gaze with unwavering determination. “No, you don’t get to do that,” I asserted, jabbing a finger towards his chest. “You do not get to shut me out like that. Keeping things bottled up is selfish, Astarion. It was selfish of you to push me away when I tried to help you with that dream. I won’t allow you to do the same now, especially after you threatened my life as it if meant nothing.” 

His jaw tensed, the muscles grinding as if engaged in a silent struggle. I knew I was pressing his buttons, but I was beyond caring. He needed to confront this, just like how I was. His lips formed a thin line. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Really? Because it certainly didn’t seem that way to me,” I retorted, narrowing my eyes. His hands, resting against my waist, tightened slightly, betraying his inner turmoil. “Astarion, I need you to tell me what’s going on.”

His gaze bore into mine, the deep ruby of his eyes contrasting sharply with his pale lashes. “I’m locked in a constant battle with myself. I’m changing, I can feel it, but I don’t know if I can control it. I never wanted to hurt you, and seeing the fear in your eyes when I threatened you snapped me out of it,” he explained, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “But by then, it was too late. You were already gone.”

“Is it still you when you lash out like that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. 

He sighed heavily. “Yes,” he admitted, his expression pained. “It’s my emotions, but sometimes they overwhelm me, and I become the one person I wanted to escape from.”

“Astarion, don’t say that,” I pleaded, taking one of his hands in mine and guiding it to my cheek. “You are not him. The fact that you’re talking to me about it sets you realms apart from him.” Tilting my head slightly, I pressed a gentle kiss to his palm. “When this change happens, what seems to help you come out of it?”

“You,” he replied simply, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“Me?” I echoed, surprised. 

“Yes, my Darling. Even in my darkest moments, I would never hurt you”

“But-”

“I never stopped protecting you from the sun,” he interjected, cutting off my protest. “You never lost it.”

Studying him closely, I noticed the weariness etched into his features, the grief and darkness that had descended upon him since his ascension. Furrowing my brow I pressed him further. “Describe this feelings to me, in detail.”

He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “It;s like a constant whisper in my mind, manipulating my emotions to its advantage,” he explained slowly. “I try to resist it, but sometimes I lose control, and my actions become erratic. Each time I regain my sense, it becomes harder to ignore these impulses. It pains me to admit it, but while it’s still me acting, the emotions driving those actions are not my own.”

I swallow deeply. This was unfamiliar information I didn’t know in my past life, one I never encountered even during the darkest times. Yet, it all makes sense now - how Astarion gradually succumbs to this unseen force, losing more of himself with each passing moment. I lift my gaze to him, offering a faint smile. 

“Use me.” I suggest catching him off guard. 

“What?” His brows knit together in confusion, his expression reflecting his puzzled state. 

“You mentioned that somehow I have the ability to pull you back from this haze,” I explained. “So use me. Utilize me in any way necessary to retain yourself. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

Worry creases his face, his fangs lightly grazing his bottom lip in contemplation. “Are you sure? I could put you in danger”

“Absolutely,” I affirm, leaning in to place a reassuring kiss on the crown of his head. “You’re talking to the girl that destroyed an Elder Brain.”

His arms encircle my waist, tightly as he buries his head against my chest. My fingers weave into his hair, tangling in the soft white curls. He murmurs a grateful ‘thank you’ against my chest, his thumbs stroking the fabric of my damp nightwear soothingly. We lingered in that embrace for a while until Astarion insisted that I had to bathe properly. He peeled off my nightwear, letting it fall to the tiled floor with a wet ‘plop’. As he runs his fingers through my hair, my mind swims with thoughts. The vivid dream, coupled with the newfound knowledge of Astarion’s condition, fills my thoughts. It’s not much, but it’s a starting point- a beginning that I desperately needed. 

[random-thoughts4u]

Headcanons about how Hizashi Yamada (BNHA), Shota Aizawa (BNHA), and Toshinori Yagi (BNHA) would confess to gn reader?

♡CONFESSIONS?! FROM HEROS! How Lucky!♡

♡Gn!Reader♡

I hope I am able to properly write them for you Anon! Thank you for the request! I'm basic me fashion, I will be adding how you met as well! Also I'm not sure if you wanted AllMight or smallmight so I went with both!

🎤Hizashi Yamada🎤

The first day you met him was one that changed your life forever. You were absolutely bombarded by paparazzi, showering you with flashes from their cameras. The only thing with the same fame as heros, are famous artists.

YOU were the top hot artist of the week once again, making this your second month in the number one spot. It came with the hearts of many fans, including someone you were also a fan of.

As you waved off the fanatics with a friendly smile, you entered the arenas V.I.P. area. That's when you saw him standing their.

A huge grin stained his face as his hands balled excitedly at his sides, playfully shaking in excitement. Pro her Present Mic!

His normal tall standing hair laid flat against his back as he adorned his favorite pair of golden hued glasses.

You felt your heart skip a beat as you find yourself being starstruck.

Unable to stop your movements, you let your mouth drop as you quickly shuffled over to him.

"PRE-PRESENT MIC?!" Was all you stuttered out as he reached his hand to you, offering a polite shake as greetings.

"That's the name baby, wear it out if you can!"You shook his hand firmly as he snapped a finger gun in your direction. Something about him in person shone so much brighter to you than when you had caught him on TV.

"I gotta ask, would you be free to do a duet with me sometime? Your pipes are TO DIE FOR!" He posed dramatically at that last part before getting on one knee, keeping his hand on yours.

A light blush covered your cheeks as you accepted.

Months had passed, and you found yourself spending more and more time with him. He'd always show up at your studio with random gifts. He'd shower you in bad pick-up lines.

"Damn baby, you've gotta be a battery because you are ELECTRIC!"

"A pro baker must have designed that cake you carry." You chuckled as he tossed his hands in the air, wiggling his fingers.

His pickup lines were always so fun. They always had a way of making you blush.

One night, you heard a knock on your door. Knowing all too well who it was, you adjust your outfit, smoothing out every wrinkle before swinging open the door.

There, he stood with a large box of chocolates in one hand and a trembling bouquet in the other.

His smile was tense, and he had a sweat beading along his brow. It was odd seeing him so nervous since he was always so confident.

"Look, (Y/N), I know we've only been friends for a short time now, but being with you just sets my soul ablaze. You make the song in my heart stronger each time you smile. You picking up what I'm putting down?"

With that, you move aside, letting him in much to his confusion. That was until you placed a gentle kiss to his now crimson red cheek.

That was the start of a beautiful relationship.

💤Shoto Aizawa💤

■ It had been another long and tiring day at the office. Manely due to the negligence of your coworkers leaving early when they still had a mountain of work left to do. That was soon pushed on you by the boss.

■ It was close to midnight by the time you were able to leave the office. No surprise there. The rain peppered down lightly around you, misting along your coat. That's when your eye caught a small light inside of a convenient store.

■ The grumble of your stomach ached and pleaded for you to get something for the walk home, just to relieve its pain. You did just that.

■ As you walked into the store, you reached into your pocket to retrieve your card, making your way over to the coffee pot you knew would be waiting for you, as you'd been here many times.

■ Just as you stepped into the aisle, a large figure harshly bumped into you, causing your paperwork to splash from your arms, colliding with the mud caked floor tiles.

■ "Tch..sorry about that.." A gruff voice mentioned from above you as you leaned down to grab the papers. You were more enamored by the papers than the man beside you. Until you saw a scared hand reaching down to retrieve a few of the scattered sheets.

■ Your eyes looked towards the figure, following the arm up to find a rather handsome, tired face, looking at the work you'd done.

■ "You study the heroes in the area? This is impressive work on us." The word 'us' wrang out to you, and within seconds, it clicked. You were staring down a pro hero and teacher and UA. Eraserhead.

■ "No, please, it's my fault, I was so busy fumbling to find my card. I didn't watch where I was going...If I may?" You held a hand out to him, watching as he handed back your work.

■ "The information on the second page is wrong. About Mount Lady." He remained by your side but glanced off in another direction before sipping the coffee that had somehow ended rlup in his grasp.

■ You raised a brow at him before the coffee pot pinged for the next available customer to be serviced. "Would you be willing to share some advice?" Was all you got out before you started pouring your own cup.

■ "Just because I'm a teacher doesn't mean I'm available to teach everyone... but since I messed up your work, I guess I can help." Woth that he slips you a small paper and heads out of the door.

■You peered down at the note, spotting his number and enough cash to cover your coffee. A light blush consumed your face as you made your way to the checkout counter.

■ A year had come and gone, as did him coming by each Friday. Seeing the pro hero had become a regular thing. It was long before you felt the magnetic pull towards him. You knew you'd be in trouble if he caught wind of your feelings. So you bottled them up.

■ Friday night had once again started, and there you sat staring at the clock. A familiar voice sounded behind the door before he entered your living room with a spare set of keys you'd given him. Once you were focused on work, you tended to space out and left him standing there for an hour before. The phone was on silent so you didn't receive his calls.

■ Aizawa made his way over to your desk, sitting a small coffee on the table before he took his usual spot beside you. His body sunk into the comfy armchair as he watched your pencil dance along the paper.

■ His eyes focused on yours, paying extra attention to the way your brows knit together in concentration as you worked. You Doon noticed his stare.

■ "You're not one to stare. Something on your mind?" You asked him lightly. Without skipping a beat, he was standing beside you, Lightly placing a hand along your shoulder.

■ "I'm not sure what you do to me." His voice came out soft, almost scared. If you didn't pay much attention, you'd have missed the fear behind his tone.

■ "You're on my mind. All the time. I don't even know what it is about you." Pink dusted along your cheeks as your pen clattered against the desk. Your eyes were now on his. Awestruck and locked on his expression.

■ "May I?" Was all he asked as he gentle cups your face. His thumb traced the base of your jawline as he leaned in. You nod in response.

■Letting yourself go, you immediately allow your eyes to fall as you feel his lips press against yours. The tender touches of his hand gracing your cheek along with his velvety kiss was enough to make your heart soar.

■You were his now.

🟡Toshinori Yagi🟡

The summer breeze against your skin was enough to make you shudder. The pale waves on the beach you frequented sighed in the wind as they welcomed you.

It had been a while since you'd seen the ocean look so vibrant. The sparkling blue of the sea shone like diamonds as they splash along the beach.

Thats when your eyes spotted something.

A large muscle bound man poses in front of a group of people. You couldn't really see who since it was rather far away, so you ignored the entire fiasco.

Over an hour had passed since then, and you were lost in your book. Reading along the beach was one of the most relaxing things you could do.

Just as you were getting to your favorite part of the story, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, you've gotta move. I need this spot." You peered up at a rather oddly dressed man in a long coat as he stated down menacingly at you.

Peeking around the area, you noticed there was no one else around you so you stayed put.

"There's plenty of spaces around you to pick from. Do that." You spat out before going back to your book.

"Oh I don't think you get what I mean fucker. I. WANT. THIS. SPOT. " He pointed down, specifically at you. Your eyes widened in panic as he showed you a large gun in his pocket that seemed to be connected to his flesh. His quirk must be a gun type.

Nodding, you gulped as you quickly picked up your items. Your eyes scanned the area for anyone to see what was happening before you were hoisted up roughly by your arm.

A harsh squeal of pain left your lips as your arm popped from the socket. Tears brimmed your eyes as he shoved his hand over your mouth, hushing you.

Within seconds, the wind around you tossed your book aside, and your towel soon followed. You stood there realizing the pressure was gone. As was the criminal.

"Well, well, well! We seemed to have found another criminal scavaging the beach for change? Have you ever considered a metal detector?" A booming voice echoed out besides you as none other than All Might stood holding the criminal up by the waist under his arm. Almost like a father carrying a child.

He gave you a small thumbs up before waving down the areas' lifeguards. Beach patrol had soon arrived to detain the criminal.

"A life of crime is no way to live, young man! Consider turning your future into a bright one!" The man scoffed at him as police took him away. Thats when his eyes met you.

"I seemed to fail to notice you were injured. Allow me to escort you to the hospital!" You blushed and nodded just before being scooped into his arms as though you weighed nothing.

He stayed by your side the entire time, even going as far to walk you home. Ever since he was involved with the school, he seemed to be more personal with the public. It was endearing.

You found yourself bumping into him all too often at the beach after that and decided it wouldn't hurt to ask him out for a drink. He gladly accepted the offer.

Months had passed, and you both had grown very close. It was obvious to the public. Now, even tabloids were writing stories on you both, speculating whether or not you were together.

This quickly caught the attention of villains in the area, while some left you be, others hunted you down. Toshi knew he had to keep you safe. This was his fault, after all. He knew the risks and still took a chance.

Knocking on your door, he decided it was best to surprise you in person with the news.

Quickly allowing him entry, you made your way over to the couch you bith shared frequently. By this time, you had learned of his issue and allowed him to rest from his hero form at your house.

He ran a hand over the back of his neck nervously as his blue orbs locked onto you.

"This may seem rather sudden since we had only met a few months ago, but I want to let you know I do intent to keep you safe."

Your eyes widen as he took your hand in his.

"I know more than anyone my time is limited, but I want to spend it with you. Will you give me the honor?"

His hands trembled as you gave him a lighthearted smile. That was all you'd wanted to hear from him for a while now.

"I would love to." Was all you said before placing a small kiss along his cheek.

[itstokkii]

vampire x vampire hunter au loreposting:

turkey's characteristics:

im trying my best to be as consistent to the 1893 dracula novel as possible, so key weaknesses include:

- garlic

- daytime(he doesn't burn up, just gets significantly weak and can't use his powers)

- getting stabbed in the heart

- wild roses(he's a tulip man)

- he also doesn't have a shadow or reflection

- he must be invited to enter a place

- he can't cross running water like rivers unless the tide is at its highest or lowest levels(if he drowns in running water he drowns)

- the one exception I make is silver, since silver as a weakness wasn't mentioned in the book

strengths:

- since he's sucked blood out of uzb at least once, they're basically connected to each other in a sort of life360/airtag sort of way. she can sense where he's going and vice versa.

- when he sucks someone to the point of death, they become a vampire. but feeding his blood to others automatically dooms them into becoming a vampire after death(unless he is killed before that happens, then the curse is broken)

- bro can climb places like a lizard 💀

- incredibly strong and fast

- mesmerizes people(he's the rizzler what can I say,) either through eye contact or sheer presence alone

- he can turn into a bat. and a wolf(TURAN RAAH), and a dog

- can conjure wind rain mist storms at will

- can also control feral beasts and critters to some extent

I might tweak this list a little but just some basic ideas lol

[monsterblogging]

Pacific Rim: Ascension is pretty good, actually

So yeah, Pacific Rim: Ascension is a prequel novel to Pacific Rim: Uprising, and based on that you might think it wouldn't be that great. But IMO, it's very much worth reading for a number of reasons.

The author was clearly very familiarized with the lore developed for PR1, and actually integrates a lot of it into the story in a way that gives it a sense of depth, reality, and drama that Uprising and The Black lack. Characters are also generally written well (and Hermann is written so wonderfully well), and Vik and Jinhai's backstories are, in my opinion, extremely engaging. And if you're one of the people disappointed that the Kaidonovskys and Cherno Alpha didn't get more screentime, you are absolutely in for a treat.

For the lore-oriented fans, the author's clear attention to detail means this book is actually a fairly reliable source on what was originally developed for PR1, including Jaeger details and character histories. It does include at least one piece of outdated data (Romeo Blue having three legs), and the story claims that drift compatibility is something you either have or don't have (something we know isn't true from Beacham's posts), but there's no reason to dispute, say, Vulcan Specter having a drill weapon or Shaolin Rogue having an extra-aquatic design.

The book also gives us lots of wonderfully bizarre kaiju. The somewhat frequent mentions of tentacles (forbidden by del Toro) suggests that these are based on very concepts, or were invented by the author himself. Either way, they are absolutely great monster designs. If anything, some of the things these monsters have going on make the movie's kaiju look a little boring.

That said, it's not perfect. Hermann's cane is never mentioned at all, and - well, the rest of the issues are spoilers, so I'll put them under a cut.

We learn that some people have apparently been using Pons technology to implant programming into people's minds - a detail which ultimately has no relevance on the plot, and feels weirdly edgy for Pacific Rim. And I know it's a common trope in sci-fi, but its proximity to right wing conspiracy theory bullshit makes it... not exactly my favorite trope. I don't know whether its presence in sci-fi is really super problematic, but in real life belief in this kind of thing has been used to basically justify witch hunting. Like, I understand the dramatic value here, but at the same time, people still living today were put on trial and even sent to jail based on belief that this was a real thing. Like I'm not going to tell you that this is an Objectively Bad Trope, but it's definitely a trope with a lot of terrible baggage.

The story also gives an explanation for how it was worked out that kaiju blood explodes when exposed to rare earth minerals, and it's pretty ridiculous. Supposedly a kaiju's blood rained down on a microchip factory, and the factory exploded. Accepting this detail means accepting that nobody's phones, laptop computers, or other electronic devices never came into contact with kaiju blood splatter or mist, and that kaiju blood never splattered into a damaged conn-pod. This is the kind of thing that should have been observed fairly early in the kaiju war, not several years in.

Also the PPDC in this book apparently just classifies information for No Real Reason, like the fact that a particularly violent kaiju cult tried to destroy the world. Like you'd think that this would be the kind of thing they'd want to broadcast, for reasons of "hey look how awful our political enemies are."

Also lol the fact that PPDC records pilots' drift memories and just peek into them is creepy. Like it doesn't exactly make Mako Mori look good when we learn she's been invading cadets' privacy like this, ya know?

But yeah like, I think it's definitely worth a read. The book shows a lot of imagination and makes good use of Pacific Rim's worldbuilding. Even if you don't like Uprising, you'll probably still find something to enjoy about it.

[justpentdraws]

"a helping hand"

the first bit of writing i did for third wing au - a life series au set in the world of fourth wing. it tells a story of how tango makes his way over the parapet and, also, how tango and skizz met. because of its lenght (as you can see below, not a great one), it won't be going on ao3 like. ever. unless i actually make it a chapter. anyway enjoy.

note: this is also the piece of writing that has skizz's double blue eyes, a funny error i made and decided to not edit out for the sake of a joke hehe

word count: 1594

"Next... Tango Tek!"

Tango swallowed and slowly stepped onto the stone bricks of the parapet. His courier bag suddenly stopped seeming like a good idea, but he trained for this. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Just don't look down, he told himself, and you'll be alright.

A blow of wind hit the bridge and his step became wobbly for a second. Just keep going. Don't look down.

"MOVE, TEK!" One of the older trainees called out mockingly. Tango ignored him.

Desperately trying to keep his mind away from the enormous drop - just waiting to swallow him whole and make him just another name written in stone, another plain grave at the bottom - he started looking at the walls of the fortress raising up before him in the distance. Were the splashes of colour on the dark stone banners? No, that was stupid, the dragon riders did not have banners, and even if they had, they wouldn't be colourful, they'd be black, of course they'd be black, it was basic knowledge.

Tango felt a burning pain in his left shoulder where the strap from his bag dug in. Should he change arms? He stopped himself from glancing down beneath his feet. Was the bridge wide enough to allow it? He didn't even notice when his legs had begun shaking from the fatigue. Keep going. Don't look down.

After a few more steps he couldn't bear the weight laid on his left hand side anymore. He stopped and almost slipped, which cost him an adrenaline rush and certainly a few years of his life. Having caught his ballance again, he slowly slipped the strap from his shoulder and took two deep breaths of relief.

It would be so easy to toss it down the bridge.

It would be even easier to just let himself fall, but unfortunately, Tango wanted to live.

He made a small, determined sound and pulled the strap of the bag over his right shoulder. "Keep going.", he whispered. "Don't look down."

Something fell on his nose. A raindrop. Tango's heart raced for a split second. Even a small rain could be deadly on the parapet. He froze and started praying to every god he knew for a helping hand.

When after a minute there were no other drops coming, he relaxed for a bit. He opened his eyes - when had he closed them? - and gazed out into the open space, the fortress and the spots of colour...

Suddenly, one of the spots shifted and Tango felt like if his stomach fell from the bridge out to the valley below.

Those were not symbols, nor roofs, and definetly not banners, he realized with a chill running down his spine. Those were dragons.

He let out a sound between a cry and a scream of terror, making a few wobbly steps back. His voice carried out with an echo, quickly silenced by the creeping mists. When did they appear this high up?

Tango felt himself slip out of balance, the wind crying in his ears was slowly silenced by the beating of his own heart, the rush of blood. He miraculously caught balance again. Don't look...

Down.

A strong sense of vertigo closed its cold claws around his gut. Tango scrunched the fabric of his vest with both hands, bending his knees. He felt dizzy. Barely hearable through his racing heartbeat were footsteps behind him.

Everything was so loud. The mist was pressing on to him from all dirrections. The footsteps were getting closer. His own heartbeat sounded deafening to him. He started breathing faster, his lungs burned as if the air there was too thin to sustain him for long enough. He couldn't move. It could not be that high up. He couldn't see for all the mist. He couldn't hear, he couldn't...

He felt a pair of heavy hands on his shoulders, stabilizing him on the parapet. He yelped. From a jumble of thoughts in Tango's mind, one floated up over the chaos as he gasped for more air. They are going to kill me.

How come he didn't make it to the end before someone caught up? How could he be that stupid? He knew he shouldn't stop. He should keep going and don't look down. Keep going. Don't look down. He was going to die.

"Hey, buddy?" A voice a lot warmer than a battle cry he expected suddenly broke through his racing heartbeat and howling wind. "Do you need a hand?"

Tango gasped something incoherent in response, trying to look over his shoulder and wobbled, but the hands kept him in place.

"Woah there, easy..." The other cadet seemed... worried. Why was he worried? Why should he worry about anything else than just tossing Tango off the bridge like a worthless sack of dead weight he was? "I'm gonna need you to breathe for me, okay? Slowly."

The dark spots that started appearing within his field of vision did not leave him any choice but to frantically nod his head.

"No, I don't think you heard me. Slooooooowly." The reliable grip on his shoulders strengthened. "Breathe in."

Tango forced himself to hold his breath for a second. The world suddenly felt... Quieter.

"Very good!" He could hear the other man smile. "Now, breathe out. Slowly."

The air felt warm exiting his lungs, through his throat and nose. Everything started becoming more bearable. Even the blood rushing in his ears seemed to slow down with his breathing.

"Breathe in?" The voice commanded again. Tango obediently inhaled another sip of cold air, this time managing to avoid frantic gasping for it. Did the mists go away? "Breathe out. Okay?" A slight shift in the weight put on his shoulders brought him back to reality. "We need to move now, buddy. Can I take your bag?"

"No... No." Tango managed to spit out the first words since the world started spinning. There were important things in that bag. "I have to... I have to carry it. Myself."

"You sure?" His savior didn't seem convinced. After Tango did not deny, he sighed. "Okay... So hold my hands then. Can I let go of you?"

"Mhm." Tango nodded, stabilizing himself on his own two feet as he felt the weight slowly taken off his shoulders. It wasn't long until the same pair of hands found his, providing additional balance.

"Now come on." The other cadet squeezed Tango's hands in his in a reassuring gesture.

"You will fall..." He protested weakly. "I will slip and I will fall, and you are going to fall too if you keep helping me like this."

"If you die, I die." The other man replied without hesitation. "But if I get to the end of the damn bridge, you are getting there with me. Now, move. One step at the time. And if you slip, I'm going to catch you."

Of course, he wasn't. Tango knew it. He might've been small, but even if the other cadet was as strong as his hands felt, Tango's weight would knock him out of balance and send them both flying to their early graves at the bottom of the valley. But at that moment, with wind whistling around them and mists finally creeping down, he found himself believing his unexpected savior. So he took a step. And then another. And another.

"Tell me about something you like." The other man did not seem bothered by his shaky movements.

"Clocks." Tango immediately spat out. "Mechanisms. Do you know that pendulum clocks run solely on gravity?"

"The force that will inevitably claim our lives once we get dragons to fall off of? Cool." His companion snickered.

"Well, not quite." Tango realized that it would probably be better to ignore the impression. "You see, they actually have these amazing systems..."

And he ranted away, explaining various types of clocks with his face turned forwards, away from the only pair of ears listening. Or not. Tango did not mind. The only thing that mattered was he hardly even noticed when he let go of his savior's hands, or even when the parapet finally widened when it reached the wall of the fortress.

He was in! Tango made a noise half resembling a burst of surprised laughter and resisted the urge to jump around with excitement - his legs were still shaking and he was still standing a bit too close to the edge for his comfort. Instead, he turned around for the first time since he stepped onto the parapet, and met the blue eyes of his savior.

The other cadet had blue eyes, vast like the sky that just attempted to swallow them both and deep as the underwater caves that seem to not have a bottom, and a kind, honest smile, framed by his dark, curly hair gathered back in a ponytail. He was nearly a foot taller than Tango - which, knowing Tango's height, was not exactly that impressive - and he was wearing what once might've been a leather jacket, but now had its sleeves ripped off, leaving frayed edges of a white shirt sticking through. "We made it!" He spoke triumphantly, spreading his arms in a friendly gesture.

Tango hugged him, feeling the other man nearly lift him up in the air with a giggle. "We made it!" Tango agreed.

When they finally let go of each other, his companion held up a hand. "I don't think we were introduced properly. My name is Skizzle, you can call me Skizz."

"Tango." He shook the offered hand. "Tango Tek, nice to meet you.”