#look dor the positive side

[ikamigami]

You're awesome (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

Yeah you're right.. and thank you so much.. it means a lot to me 💗

I don't feel awesome.. but thank you

Also I wanted to be a doctor xnnxnxnx but I can't because of my disabilty..

Thank you for your kind words once again 💗

I really can't thank you enough for how much you're helping me.. I also realized that talking with others really helped me to be more vulnerable.. cause I used to hide behind the mask..

I used to mask my fear with agression and I was trying to act like I don't care about anything.. but I do and I should allow myself to be open about my feelings..

I'm sorry if this is too weird for you or makes you uncomfortable 😅

And again you're right.. everyone is unique and that's good ^^

I'm really glad that I met you here and that we talk about sams and Sun and all jzjzjzjjzkzjssj (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Thank you ^^

I expect my ass only hurts from getting laid, not some motorbike just crashed it raw.

Guess even with being an aroace, you still can get something at your ass.

[ananiel]

Okay, I know and I'm very sorry that I am bothering you again. I just thought about something crazy.... What if Sherlock and William baby traped Obanai!Reader? And she can't bring herself to kill the babies because it's not babies's fault? It's twins by the way. Girl and Boy.

And if you are writing NSFW can you do it too?

And I am very sorry again for bothering you with my requests😭

I just like how you write about it and how you are imagining it. I have plenty scenarios but I don't know how to write them🥲

Yes, i am not the best at writing nsfw but i can certainly try, and do not worry, You are of no bother at all, i like taking requests, and that is a very good idea!

Yandere sherlock holmes x reader x yandere William james moriarty

Tw : mentions of killing intent, non con, yandere themes, baby trapping, drugging, dark content, read at your own risk!

Nsfw!

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IT had been days since they saw your scars... Days since they started making side comments, side comments that became more and more disturbing for You

"do You think that the child Will have your beautifull eyes?"

Or

"... Ha, you'd look so good round, full with children, my darling"

You weren't dumb either. You knew what they were hinting at, all the soft touches, sugestive looks and most importantly, on the rarely ocasions that they let You go outside... The way they would stare at pregnant or mother's with their children, especially if the Young ones were still babies. Every time, You would see at least one of them stare long, with a small smile as his hand went to your stomach, holding it tight (and You in place)

Of course, You expected what came next, a talk with them, over tea, which, as a fool, You took, in which they wanted to prepare You, and say that You are at a Point in your relathionship in which the time for kids is right... They were old enough, and so were You for that.

You protested, screaming at them as You told them that You would never want to raise children, or have sex, with either one... And they took that... Smirking?

When your vision got slightly blury You understood why, of course, they planned this, they knew You, they knew You wouldn't accept it in no way posible. But drugging? This was low even for them, You wanted to say, but do You truly know them both so well to say that? Can You even say that, knowing You were talking about your kiddnappers and possible rapists?

.

.

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"no... No...." You breath out, trying to pull yourself togheter as You saw them inch closer.

Maybe it was your tired mind, but You could swear that You saw their faces twisted in that awfull smirks of theirs.

Sherlock was the one to grab You to your feet and making You grind against his erected cock while he let out a shaky breath of pleasure.

"now sherlock... Be patient Will You? Your turn Will come"

William says wraping his arms around your waist and holding your ass against his pants.

"it is easy for You, Liam, You will be the first to take her"

You shooks your head, your ears ringing as sherlock comented, and his rough hands adictinvly went and unbottined your shirt, giving them acces to your bare skin.

Seeing that, William's lips made contact with your neck and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings about how You will see that this is the best for You, that You were made to be a mother and that You will thank them for impregnating You when You would see the beautifull baby that will come out of you all.

You fall on the sofa, them soon following and taking their positions, with William behind You and Sherlock in front of You, Sherlock captured your lips in a pasionate kiss, his hands going to your hips as his toungue plays around your mouth, his hands guiding Your hips to meet William's, earning a few moans from the blond as he continued to pree open mouthed Kisses to your neck, making You unconsciouly moan against Sherlock's mouth, which grew his need dor You.

They continued to whisper sweet nothings here and there, but that didn't help, didn't help at all, as tears weild up in your eyes and their hands opened up your pants.

You were too weak to fight, and the combination of sherlock's roughness and the way William softly rubs his hands all over your skin... It was getting good, as much as you hated to admit it, as much as you hated the fact that they did make You wet.

William smiles mischevously as he felt the wetness from your panties, bring to of his fingers to tease your entrace before inserting them slowly, making You yelp weakly against Sherlock's mouth.

William started thrusting his fingers, making small pauses that had You embarassingly trying to meet his thrusts.

"see? Told ya she's gonna come around eventually, now hurry up Liam, am getting impatient... "

William playfully rolls his eyes as sherlock Kisses down your chest, ending up sucking on one of your nipples as his hand massages the other one.

William continues to thrust his fingers up, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, but before You can come, he removes his fingers, making You grown.

You left soft moans spill out of your lips from sherlock's actions as your eyes widen when You heard the William's pants falling down.

"easy now..." he shushes as he gives himself a pump before guiding You on himself, making You take him inch by inch. Not giving You time to get used to him before he bottoms out

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as You felt him slowly snap his hips back in you, earning a very loud moan from you, followed by more small muffle ones.

"hey... I'm getting jealous, pay attention to me too... " sherlock whispers, his hands playing with your clit as William thrusted his hips fast, making You reach your High that was denied earlier

"oh... This is... Better than i could've ever dreamed" he says in between groans and pants, his motions continuing for what felt like hours, as he continued to thrust, not giving You time to come down from your High

You moaned louder.

"we talked that after cumming we Switched William" sherlock bites into your shoulder, as if to show that he is very serious, not that William could seem to care less

"Said about switch ing after coming, she did, i didn't, wait till i finish and have your turn, it's not like she is going anywhere"

William rests his head against your shoulder, shotting his load inside you.

Panting, he gives one more thrust before pulling away.

"finally!" sherlock exclaims as pushes inside you, causing You to yelp, thinking that ha wasn't prepared, and that You would get a small break.

But no, the overstimulation was making You even more lightheaded than You already were because of the druged Tea. And jesus, You didn't know if You liked sherlock's aproach more, or William's. William was more calculated, having a rythm that he trusted in, while at sherlock it felt like every single thrust was difrent from the other, making your stomach twist and turn. You were close again, and if they fucked You thought this orgasm again, You are more than sure that You will pass out

"forgeting about me?" William asks as he presses down on your stomach, making You moan as he could feel sherlock's dick against his finger. You let out a loud moan as You came, William kissing your neck whole smiling as sherlock seemed to lost in his pleasure tto give a reaction other than a moan from the aditional squeze "you'll see my darling, once this children are born, You will thank us"

Sherlock nods, too lost into his pleasure to respond properly as he chases his high, bitting down on the opposite shoulder that is planting the Kisses.

His movements get more sloppy, and after 2 more thrusts, he cums. You fall against his chest, breathing in deeply as tears start pooling from your eyes again, but You don't know what they are. Maybe fear, maybe overstimulation, hatred .

"your turn now, Liam" Your eyes widen at that

"let her rest a minute, she needs it if we want her to not pass out and remember everything"

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And remember everything you did, You felt disgusted at yourself, You looked into the mirror at your stomach almost 8 times a day, trying to see a difrence, trying to see if truly You were pregnant with their children.

You dreded the fact that You were late, that You were sleeping more, that You were more picky, and they couldn't seem to get enough of them.

They had, physician after physician come, but after the first one was killed right in front of You after You tried to tell him the truth, that You were forced into this. You weren't trying to take any risks now, You didn't want a poor man's blood on your hands.

Twins.

Twins, oh how happy they were at the sound of twins, how empty You felt, thinking that instead of one reminders of what happend, You had two. Two little beasts to resemble the bigger ones.

At month 5 You were already big enough to cause some disconfort, which they took grade pleasure in, helping and always holding your stomach... You considered more than once to fall down a fight of stairs, to end this pregnancy and posibly yourself, but something stopped You, the vow You made to be better than your parents.

You hated those kids, and it made You hate yourself more, that You couldn't love them, that You will end up maybe worse than your whole clan. What choice did the children have? It's not like they were at fault for who their fathers are...

You saw them put the cribs, You saw them react and tell everyone, and soon, You will see them hold the babies too. You saw the obbsesion, the need in their eyes more than enough to know that, that was the case now too. The children were a way too keep You close to them, but also, to have another piece of you.

They were obssesed with the kids too.

For You, they were the snake demon You had to cut your face for. They were the monster that your parents failed to protect You form, they were the demons You won't leave your children in the hands of those demons.

When they were born, You held them, You held one beautifull boy with blue hair and your striking eyes, and one girl, the spliting image of William, of it weren't for one colored eye that wasn't Red, her heterocromia made her somehow cuter, in the eyes of you, someone that was crytisized for them your whole life.

You were tired after birth, but You held strong, making sure that the two men have as little contact with the babies as posible that is until You heard one private discusion

"oh Liam, You genius, she doesn't even know that the children Will have our possesive traits!"

What? You looked at the baby in your arms, feeling lightheaded

"Who would expect a child being obssesed sherly, and You saw the babies' eyes, how they follow her... Our little copies. She can't escape now, and with the children, it's not like she wants to, the door has been opened and left unguared for a week, she won't ever escape now "

Door opened... You rushed to their cribs, putting each one of them in their respective cribs, looking at them for one last Time...

Not survivours like You... No... They were tiny baby demons... They were holding You out of fear for them in a Cage, only that it was opened, this time, the Cage is opened...

This time You can run...

You don't look back, You don't take anything... Foolled, You were tricked by the offsprings of demons.

And You won't accept it, won't accept being held hostage no more.

You were a better mother than your parents could ever be, and that made You proud, but after your past was hunted by snake people, You won't let another kind of those people control You any longer

(i am thinking to make a continuation of this, like, iguro obanai darling escapes without the children, and while sherliam are busy trying to find her, Louis and entity! Reader, that he didn't love at first, take care of the kids, but seeing her so motherly, he slowly starts to get obsesive, seeing the children as their own and the entity as his partner. What do You guys think?)

[thelustdevil]

!!!Minors DNI • EXPLICIT content!!!

It was supposed to be just a chill night with Izuku…

The two of you made dinner together earlier that night and picked out a movie for afterwards. It was your normal Saturday night plan if he had the night off. Dinner had just been cleared away and Izuku was debating where to play the movie. The living room or in his room.

“What do you think?” He turns to you, hand on his chin. “The room makes more sense to me…”

“Oh? Is it that kind of night?” You smirk at him and laugh as the blush grows on his face. He begins to stammer a reply before you wave it off. “I’m just kidding, it does make more sense. We’ll probably fall asleep after.”

The blush is still covering his cheeks and he turns towards the room. You’re still laughing softly as you finish cleaning up. It was easy to make him nervous, and made you feel a bit better about your nerves.

Though your friendship was fairly new, you found that you carried a lot in common with each other. It made hanging out all the much easier. Sure you still got a little shy around him. But who wouldn’t? He stood so tall over you but was such a sweetheart, it almost made your teeth hurt.

And you’ll be the first to admit that when you first met there was definitely interest there. But, the weight of both of your growing careers and the lack of time made it hard for anything to come of it. You both had agreed that being close companions until things settled would be the best option. Honestly, you were just ecstatic to find such a warm hearted friend in the end. Regardless of where your paths ended.

You’re still stuck in your thoughts when you make your way into the bedroom. He’s already under the covers, a spot flanked by his arm and pillows waits for you. Turning off the lights and closing the door, you get into his bed. Not even a few seconds pass before he’s pulling into him, resting your head against his chest and securing his arm against your lower back. Snuggling closer you smile, content with your position and the smell of his cologne so close to you.

The first half of the movie passes uneventfully. Izuku’s hand traces small patterns against your back. Up and down, the rhythm matching the pace of your heart. Occasionally he’ll squeeze you a little tighter and you’ll let out a giggle. When you call him out on it, he claims it’s his way of knowing you’re awake.

“What if I was already asleep?” Looking up at hun, you raise a brow. “What about that, hmm?”

“Why are you falling asleep during the movie?” He teases back. “Is it boooring?” Dragging out the word, he tickles your sides. You’re laughing and trying to roll away. Your yells of “no” being drowned out by the large gasps of air being pulled into your lungs.

Finally he gives you mercy and stops, staring as you catch your breath. Looking up, you catch his eye and smile. From this angle the two of you are only a few inches away from being face to face. You blush and look away, rolling your eyes.

“You know, you’re a dor-“ Your teasing insult is cut short as Izuku rushes forward, crashing his lips to yours. One hand moves from your sides to your hip, while the other makes its way upwards. He’s caressing you as he continues kissing you deeper. You place your hands around his neck, tongue poking out between your lips to softly lick at his, deepening the kiss as his mouth opens.

There’s a battle between the two of you, tongues dancing around each other, the grip on your hips becomes bruising, and you can feel the warmth growing between your legs. You catch his lip between your teeth and bite down, pulling it with you slightly as you lean away. Izuku lets out a nearly pornographic moan and chased you back. Pressing his lips to yours rougher than before.

“I ah, I really like when you do that.” He breathes into your mouth. Pulling away, he leans back, resting against the wall. You tuck yourself against his chest again, looking up at him. Looking down, he smiles, “Sorry, I just needed to do that and now I need to calm my heart down… among other things.” He blushes and rubs the back of his head.

The blush tells you everything you need to know. Looking down, you trail a hand to the prominent bulge in his sweats. Teasing him over his pants, you turn your head to face him, “I can always help with that, ‘Zuku” he groans softly and you continue, “if you want me to, of course.”

He gives a soft yes and a nod of his head. Taking your cue you help him pull his sweat and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring up. It’s semi-hard and already looks like it could split you. Settling between his bare legs, you get to work. You let yourself get used to the feeling of his thick cock in your hand. Opening your mouth, you tilt towards it. The head slides into your mouth and continues until it touches the back of your throat and you force yourself to swallow around it.

Izuku groans and throws his head back, “Oh fuck”.

You continue taking it deep in your throat before pulling up for air. Gathering spit in your mouth, your hands slowly pull his cock up and down, once you’ve deemed there was enough you spit on it. Your eyes on Izuku’s the entire time. The warm cavern of your mouth is quick to follow once more, but your hands stay in the same position. Allowing you to jerk him off while you focus on the tip. And focus you do.

Izuku moans once more and his hands find purchase in your hair. You whine as you feel him pull slightly, adjusting his grip before slowly moving your head down his cock once more. “There you go. Oh fuck baby, your mouth is heaven.”

He brings his hips up to meet you in the middle and you let him. You’ve never felt so needy giving head before, all you want is for him to use you while he lets out those beautiful sounds.

“Oh fuck, just like that. So good to me.” He pants loosening his grip slightly. Taking the opportunity you removing your remaining hand and press forward fully. Your nose is buried in the light shadow of hair at the base of his cock. You can feel the tip hitting the back of your throat. Staying there for a pause, you work your tongue around what you can. Pulling back up to the tip, you place your hands around his length once more and begin a fast rhythm. Up and down, while the mix of drool and precum drip from your mouth.

“Please, baby, I’m gonna cum” both hands are on your head once more and the pace of his hips increases. “Just like that, fuck fuck fuck,” he stills as the warm salty liquid spills into your mouth. You continue sucking until he’s whining once more, pulling you off and up towards him.

He pulls you into a deep kiss. Running his hands up and down your body, massaging you softly. Izuku smiles as he pulls away to look at you.

“I think it’s time I return the favor.”

[hana-no-seiiki]

A Quick question My beloved god~!

How do you feel about pathetic yanderes? Like pathetic yanderes that has power (wealth, influence and all that shit) but acts pathetically towards their darling?

Cuz even tho I'm a bottom (obviously cuz i can't pull off being a top ;-;) pathetic yanderes just bring out a different side of me

I would love to see them beg and cry and it's just so adorable??? Cuz pathetic yanderes are oddly endearing even tho they're fucking pathetic and disgusting

UGH I EAT THAT SHIT UP THEY'RE SO SO SO CUTE THAT I WANNA MAKE THEM CRY EVEN MORE!!

(You can ignore this if you feel like it's kinda too much lol and apologies for being kinda redundant)

also no not cute but

Breathtakingly Adorable~ <3

- Your Junie~

PATHETIC/RICH YANDERE SCENARIO (GENDER NEUTRAL READER & YANDERE)

“PRETTY PINK PRINCESS : GOOD FOR YOU”

⚠️ By pressing the Keep Reading button you’re confirming that you’re above 18 and consent to reading dark content.

A pathetic, rich yandere? Isn’t that just me— (also im just gonna ignore that last part for my wellbeing-)

Pathetic Yanderes can be a top. Usually if you’re from a rich (asian) family there’s just a lot of drama. Like you’d think everyone loves eachother so much and everything is peaceful but once the family dinner ends the treachery begins. So they’d have to be confident, assertive and sociable to survive that kind of environment.

You know the kind that’s super headstrong whenever they’re with anyone else but you.

Your ask kinda reminds me of my ocs Crisanto Salvador and Isabel Labrador (the dors really do be the biggest masochists of Midnight Darling). While Isabel is a hard sub that’s a brat, Crisanto doesn’t even hide how down horrid he is for MC. He fell in love with her because she threw away a Birkin Bag he used to court her.

Boy has got connections 💅🏻 ✨

He can get you anywhere and everywhere. He can also get you out from any and every situation you might not want to find yourself in.

But yes back to Pathetic + Rich Yandere! I can see them ordering all manners or surveillance. They’ll take the time to survey your routine (or have someone else do it) and plan out what to do from then on. If you go outside regularly then they’ll have “bodyguards” set, if you’re more of a homebody then they’ll have cameras installed in every corner of your house whenever no one’s at home.

They’re your biggest career hyper. They will get you to whatever position you want in life. While Pathetic Yan will be practicing their at home spouse skills just for you.

(Ignore this if you’re ace) The biggest challenge however is practicing how they’re supposed to satisfy you in bed. Making do with someone else is an absolute no no. Besides, you might have a different preference entirely.

So oh well, what else could they do but kidnap you?

What do you mean they could have courted you first? They couldn’t even fathom breathing the same air as you for too long in fear that they may have a heartattack. This was the only way, you see!

But don’t worry, they’ll be the best partner you could ever look for. They just have practice not getting so aroused when you look straight at them all the time. It’s hard to focus on feeding you like that after all!

Pathetic Yandere loves to wear pink fight me. Pastels everywhere. They’re massive Rococo/Baroque interior design fanatics. Stickers are everywhere. They have a whole ass bookshelf dedicated to their sticker collection.

In bed they have cute ribbons for bondage prepared. It doesn’t do much by way of keeping you still, but boy does it look so adorable on you!

At least one person is gonna be full to the brim by the end of this, might as well make the act aesthetic.

Noisy as hell when having sex, they just have to voice how they feel about you, yknow? Shutting them up is close to impossible. And of course, tears! Lots of it. One might say they kinda look like they’re in pain sometimes from how much they mewl.

Their bed is the softest one you’ve ever been on. You find out that it’s from one of those high end Swedish brands that make em out of horse hair.

You’re tempted to stay just for that reason.

“ Never leave me okay? I promise I’ll be good for you ♡ ”

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[delulu-sushi]

Always By Your Side - Part 3

Previous! -> Next!

TR Spoilers! (Obv ;P)

TW: Cursing! (Middle school cursing lol)

June 19, 2003

The wind is tickling your ears as you move your hair in front of it in an attempt to warm your ears from the cold breeze. But the moment you let go of his waist, Draken speeds up, prompting you to quickly grasp on his shoulder

"What the fuck Draken?" You scream in his ear, overdramatizing the incident.

"Hold on tight, loser," Draken shouts with a smirk as Mitsuya speeds by.

You watch the others go up as you stay at the bottom of the stars, anticipating Baji and Mikey (the boys know about your obv crush... even pah)

VROOM

Baji sees your figure and speeds his motorcycle in your direction, hearing the roar of his ride get louder and scarier. "BAJI" You scream

"You know," you push up your fake glasses as you help Baji get the sleeping Mikey off the bike, "You should maybe SLOW DOWN when you're going to park instead of SPEEDING UP YOU DUMBASS" you scream the words intentionally in his face as he starts screaming back at you, "YOU'RE JUST SCARED YOU'RE LITTLE BOYFRIEND IS GONNA FALL OFF"

"OHMAGOSH SHUTUP BAJI" Despite the embarrassment (you knew Mikey couldn't hear anything when he was asleep) a smile embraced your face hearing Baji call Mikey your boyfriend.

The sound of happiness and youthful days

The two of you walk up to the rest of the group, where everyone was waiting,

"It's called being fashionably late, darlings" you say in a preppy voice as a response to the stares, but it only brings more confused looks (except from Mitsuya and maybe Draken). "You don't have to stare at me like that" you whisper in embarrassment, cheeks turning red.

You don't notice it, but he's staring at you. You're just too cute.

"So, what did you want to talk about" Draken asks, completely ignoring your awkward entrance.

You listen intently. His voice. You cherish every moment.

Mikey stands up groggily and clears his voice as he walks to the front, and sits on the wooden rail of the shrine. He looks at you and you walk closer to him, standing right by his side and leaning against the rail.

"It's about the black dragons" His voice is serious, and you understand the meaning of the meeting when you catch Kazutora flinch. Draken says how dangerous they are and Mikey drops the bomb on how Kazutora was attacked by the Black Dragons.

You look at Kazu with concern. When you first met him, he didn't seem to like Manjiro very much, and you guessed it was because of how self-centered Jiro was. You, however, were like an older sister to him, and since you had a twin brother (who was born 10 minutes older), you always wanted a younger sibling. Kazu was all that and more.

"So, you're planning on fighting the Black Dragons?" Draken asks Mikey the question which you knew the answer to. Your eyes don't leave Kazutora. Mikey cares about everyone he is close to, and you love that about him. You just wish Kazutora would understand that.

Baji, the most loyal, stands up declaring his idea, "Let's make a gang." The group didn't say a single word against it. Everyone was for the idea. "ANND I Already know the positions!"

"MIKEY! Who is a better fit to be our president than the most self-centered man in the universe? DRAKEN! Everyone's favorite big bro will handle the gang (and Mikey) as the Vice President! MITSUYA! Our peace maker will be the elite guard? PAH-CHIN! The powerful man will be our flag bearer. And me and Kazu will be SPECIAL ATTACK UNIT!"

You start to cheer but stop when you realize that everyone is staring at you. "And Y/N chan?" Mitsuya asks.

Before anyone can speak, Mikey answers, "As the president," he starts off, flaunting his new role, "I think dor- n/n chan should be the smart person, because she's smart and plan stuff. um, the-" Mikey fumbles on his words as you finish the sentence for him

"Like, the planner? To plan the moves and dates and analytics?" The gang looks at you with a big smile

"YEA" Pah-chin screams, "Without the smart one we'd be a bunch of dummies" he says with a grin

"This is why you always listen to the president," Mikey speaks again, "And I've already thought of the name" Mikey hops off the rail and walks toward the group, "TOKYO MANJIRO GANG" he shouts with enthusiasm.

His enthusiasm, however, was met with the whole group shouting "LAME" and your giggles

"Well then it's settled" Baji continues, "Except for the name," Mitsuya adds with the others nodding along

"Our gang," Baji continues, "Will be one that represents our friendship." Baji looks at you, "All for one-"

"and one for all" you finish with a smile

"LETS GO GET A CHARM" Pah Chin screams as you all run off.

You stop and stare at your friends, as Mikey runs over to you, taking your hand and pulling you along

"Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one"

November 1, 2005, morning

You hear a faint gasp and a door creak close as you open your eyes, adjusting to the room around you. The weight of your boyfriend, Manjiro Sano, pins you down to the bed, but that's ok. You never want to leave his embrace.

You cuddle closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and playing with his hair. He cuddled on top of you, his messy, golden hair adorning your neck, and your fingers instinctively move there to stroke his head.

"Nng" He groans and groggily open his eyes while you shush him with a kiss on the forehead. His arms wrap tighter around you but your moment is suddenly interrupted by a sky knock on the door.

"Y/N!" Emma calls out to you "Don't you have school today?"

Mikey doesn't let you answer as he annoyedly answers Emma with a sharp "NO", cueing her to leave and start her daily routine of bickering about Emma.

Mikey sits up as you follow his action, resting your head on his shoulder as you savor the moment with him. Mikey reaches for your phone as you get a call, and he answers it.

"HII ONII-CHANNN" Mikey mimics your girly voice when you talk to your brother and you try to snatch the phone while you hear your brother laughing on the other side, "Glad to know you're safe Tenshi" he says as Mikey ends the call.

You give up on Mikey's childish behavior and drop yourself on him. "Manji"

"Hm?"

"Kanji"

"MMM?"

"My sweet dorayaki" you end with a kiss on his neck

"Heh, what is it koibito?"

"Tell me"

--

"Everything Kanji."

"Ok N/N. Let's go meet Shin"

[valkeakuulas]

If you are still doing the kiss asks maybe 24. or 28. for Plo/Wolffee? Pretty please, p.s. I love your one-shots very much!

Hello there, dear Anon. Thank you for telling me that, it made me smile. Also, sorry for the wait, I got distracted for a bit. 💚💚

I don't see the dice here but it's been ages since someone has asked me to write any Plo/Wolffe, so I threw an actual d6 to pick between these two (odds for 24 and evens for 28) and got 3, so pompt 24 it is! -- -- --

24. A Sleepy Kiss

Plo didn't know what disturbed his sleep but even before he fully woke up, he forced his body to stay relaxed. There was a warm weight resting on top of the Kel Dor and Plo didn't want to disturb them.

Opening his eyes to the dimness of his quarters, Plo neither saw nor heard anything that would've given him a reason to wake up.

Looking down, Plo listened to Wolffe's slow, even breathing as he slept peacefully in Plo's arms, head pillowed by the Kel Dor's chest. He could see only the dark curls and parts of Wolffe's forehead from this position but there was nothing wrong in his partner that could've explained why he was awake.

Frowning, Plo called for the Force, feeling it flow through him. As Plo concentrated, he mused that he must've sensed some trooper's thoughts through his sleep. Before he could use the Force to locate the source and comm someone to check on them, Wolffe twitched before curling tighter around Plo.

Oh, Plo realised with a slow blink of eyes. It was Wolffe.

Wolffe was having a nightmare.

Pulling his hand from beneath the blanket, Plo carefully ran his claws through Wolffe's hair, careful of the cartilage that made his ear. He could feel the tendons in Wolffe's neck tense and his pulse a little elevated from usual.

There were no other signs, not even a sound from Wolffe to show that his dreams had taken a darker tone. His Commander's mental shielding was impeccable even dead asleep but at that moment Plo found it more disturbing than impressive.

It would be so easy for Plo to use the Force to enter Wolffe's mind, use it like a gentle whisper to guide him away from the nightmare and into more pleasant dreams.

But he wouldn't. There were other means to help someone.

Instead, Plo gathered his lover closer, rolling them to the side so that they were facing each other. His chest warmed when Wolffe barely stirred at the movement, his trust in Plo overriding a lifetime of training. That, or the nightmare had a much stronger grip on him.

Plo shifted so that Wolffe rested his head on his arm, using his free hand to pet the mussed-up curls and scarred brow. He used his claws to gently scratch Wolffe's scalp as he started to hum a song from a distant past. The antiox mask guaranteed that it would never sound like the one Plo had heard in his childhood but the deep rumble it turned his voice had proven to be very soothing.

The lullaby and the gentle, affectionate touches seemed to help as Wolffe inhaled, deep, and his whole body relaxed, all but melting into the bunk.

Satisfied, Plo sighed and pressed the flat front of his mask into Wolffe's forehead.

Just as he leaned back, Wolffe moved again but this time it was to chase after the touch, mouth brushing the engraved metal.

Plo chuckled at the kiss he had received from his still-asleep Commander. Pulling Wolffe close, Plo let the sleep claim him once more.

There were no more nightmares through the rest of the night.

[blazescompendium]

New SMT V Vengeance demons: Mystery guy revealed as Onyankopon. Anansi official reveal.

Ok so, brief post because I hyped you all so much for this reveal, and I didn't wanted to sleep on it.

The demon we have been scratching our heads to know about is Onyankopon, which will be from the Enigma race.

Onyankopon is one of the names of Nyame, a god worshipped in west Africa. I personally did not know much about him before, have only read his names somewhere around books or the internet.

This God is supposed to be all knowing and supreme. But it seems that Doi wanted to draw inspiration from other Enigma demons, and also clay figurines. The first thing when you look up this deity on the internet, are clay figurines, so makes sense. Doi made his eyes hollow, maybe to imply that its real form is inside the clay body, but we can't know for sure. It is also missing an arm for some reason.

I was pointed out on discord by Nawell, that in an extensive book on Ashanti folklore, theres mention that Anansi wanted Nyame's knowledge and tried to get it from him. Maybe they will both be featured in some kind of quest, where you have to side with one of them, like every area in Vanilla.

I honestly don't know much of Ashanti beliefs to state anything meaningful right now. But I will love to research it more deeply when I have the time.

Same goes for Anansi, although he is pretty well known in Brazil through African religions. But one can summarize Anansi as a trickster character, that is associated with spiders and really, really wants knowledge.

Honestly? Great designs! It was already time for African deities to be properly represented in SMT. Doi nailed it, and I'm glad the general reception dor these new SMT demons is generally positive.

Ah and... Nyami Nyami featured earlier this week, now has a key art:

What did you think of these new designs? I think I can dissect them properly once I get less busy! But overall I loved them!

[dreamsgazer]

Hello I love your writing!! if it's possible I have a request for tangerine. well, not really a request but I saw this prompt "Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you?" and I wondered if you could maybe use it with him.... and make it angsty if possible. Thank you and take your time if u decide to do it!! 💖💖💖💞

Hello Anon! Thank you for your request, I MELTED reading the prompt and your kind words. I hope I did your request justice. Also, I can’t write/read angst stuff if it’s not balanced by fluff and happy endings, so hope you don’t mind it. 

Warnings: Tangerine x Fem!Reader, mention of wounds, swearing

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Sometimes We Fight, Don’t We?

The fight we had in Paris after a butchered mission was unexpected in its brutality.

Truth to be told, Tangerine and I rarely fought, fought. We could be both passionate about something and certainly we were vocal and stubborn about our positions on some subjects. 

I had to give him credit that he would give me the same treatment he gave Lemon: the harshness Tangerine usually would reserve for enemies or people he viewed as such wasn’t ever directed to me and his brother. He would get annoyed, but never angry. He would scoff and maybe raise a tad his voice, but never shout or being cruel.

It was an act of affection, in its own way.

This time, though, it seemed we had crossed some unspoken line and I wasn’t sure what to do. Stirring the tea in my cup, alone in my minuscule studio apartment now too crowded with regret and sadness, I thought once more about what happened.

We had a plan to carry on the mission swiftly and with less disruption as possible. He didn’t follow it - figures!

It ended with him being stabbed, and me wanting to cry my eyes out while patching him up, listening to Lemon scolding him more harshly than I had ever heard. I knew why, and so did Tangerine. Tokyo was still too fresh of a memory for them to be back at their somehow nonchalant behaviour during a mission.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have thrown my two cents in the argument, decisively siding with Lemon and getting more and more incensed hearing Tangerine scoffing at our concerns.

“Stop doing that!” I shouted when he brushed our concerns off dor the tenth time, slamming the remaining bandages on the little table “You fucked up, we could have gotten killed, and all you do is being damn defensive instead of apologizing!” 

Tangerine’s temper, one that not even Tokyo had been able to tame - and thank god for that - sparkled to life “Oh, for fuck’s sake, leave me alone! The two of you are acting mental!” Lemon frowned at those words, saying something about his brother’s stupid stubbornness.  “Piss off, Lemon!” Tangerine’s snarl prompted me to intervene again, cheeks burning with anger “Don’t tell him to piss off, he’s right!”

Tangerine turned his back to me, grumbling about needing a cigarette. 

"Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you? “I snapped, temples pulsing and fists clenching on my hips.

Tangerine’s answer had been to grab a smashed pack of cigarettes laying on a nightstand, still not turning to face the mess surrounding him “You are not talking, you are just looking for a fight!”

“It’s because you made me worry sick!”

“Well, then,” he thundered, taking a swift turn for the balcony, rummaging through his pockets for the lighter “we should reconsider if it’s a good idea working together, since this is what happens when things go south!”

“Mate!” Lemon’s scandalized voice had cut through the tension in the room.

I felt my lip wobble and I bit it hard, turning towards the door and quickly grabbing my bag. 

“Where the fuck are you going now?” Tangerine’s voice was still thunderous, but there was something else at its edge. Hesitation? I didn’t stop analysing it, gathering my few things laying around the hotel’s bedroom “I’m going home, if I hurry, I can still board the first flight for London.”

It was my turn to not look at him now, even if I could feel his gaze heaving over me “Are you serious?!”

“Deadly serious. I refuse to stay here and be treated like this.”

As I was marching out of the room I heard Tangerine calling my name, but I let the door slam behind me and that was it. I cried on the cab driving me to the airport, and then cried a bit longer on the airplane bringing me home. 

U  k? Don’t mind him, when he’s in pain he’s an asshole.

Lemon’s message stared back at me the morning after I was back in my apartment. I didn’t want to reply, but it seemed unfair to involve him in something that wasn’t his fault.

Tx, Lem. I’m fine.

The second beep from my smartphone caught me off guard: Yeah, the prick says the same. He’s not. 

I didn’t know how to answer that. So, I didn’t. 

A second beep: I think he was pissed because he disappointed u. And me, but in this case mostly u.

I don’t think my opinion is that much important, Lem.

His reply was fast: I think u r wayyyyyyyyy wrong!

You heard him. I was being mental and maybe we shouldn’t work together.

A heartbeat later: Wanna bet he regrets it? 

Not in the mood to play games, honestly. 

I could practically hear his sigh marking the words on the screen Understandable. Take care, k?

And that was it.

Except it wasn’t. Later that evening my door was almost knocked out by a too forceful knocking. 

When I opened it frowning and ready to rip a new one to whomever was trying to break in, Tangerine was standing in my dim lit landing, comically out of place with his elegant navy coat. 

“For fuck’s sake, do you ever check who is knocking? It could have been a fucking bellend who has grudges against you or shit.”

I was stunned seeing him, and it took me a second before asking him what the hell was he doing there.

“Hello to you too.”

“Don’t start, Tangerine, I don’t -”

“Can I come in?” he sighed, pushing his fingers in his hair, looking somewhat defeated. I inhaled deeply, strengthening my hold on the knob, but before I could slam the door on his gorgeous face he added “’m an idiot, I know.”

Well, that was a first one. I was still too hurt and disappointed, though, and shaking my head, I asked him to leave “I don’t want to say things I’ll end up regretting, Tangerine, so it’s better if you give me some time to cool down.”

He stared at me with wide open blue eyes, and I felt something ache and twist inside my chest. Truth to be told, I didn’t want him to go, but what he had said was stuck in my mind.

“Look,” he frowned, smoothing a non-existent crease on his tailored coat “I’ll go if you want me to, but I just wanted to tell you that-”

The words chocked in his throat, so unused to say them. Tangerine stared at me, huffing deeply “I’m a bastard and I shouldn’t have told you that shit. ‘m sorry, really.”

I was equally shocked and pleased that perhaps for the first time he had admitted his faults. Before I could tell him as much, he cleared his throat “Do you still want me to go? Because if I’m being honest, I’d love to come in and finish what we started in Paris.”

I couldn’t repress my smirk, mirroring his. Just before the mission, Lemon had walked into me and Tangerine, while my hands were on his ass and his lips latched on my throat. We had promised each other to finish after the mission.

“So you came here just to fuck me after giving an half - ass apology?” I joked, my nails running over the lapels of his coat. He took my hand, pressing his lips on my fingers, one by one “I suck with words. Let me show you how bad I feel and how good I can make you feel with a proper… apology.”

Laughing, I finally pulled him inside my little living room, but moved my hand swiftly on his lips, to stop the kiss he was going to give me “Were you serious about not working together?”

Tangerine kissed my fingers again, his mouth moving gently against my skin “I was being an ass. I’d understand if you didn't want to work together again.”

“Well,” I sighed with a not so serious frown “Lemon didn’t do anything to me. It’d be unfair to punish him, don’t you think?”

“Terribly unfair.”

Finally retracting my hand and let him come closer, I looked at him “Just, I need you to promise to be more careful. I mean it, Tan. You have an obligation to stay alive. For Lemon, if not for - "

He kissed me, cupping my face with his hands, cutting my sentence. It was a kiss full of meaning, of apologies and intentions to do better in the future.

“For you as well, love,” he promised, his lips gently travelling to the corner of my mouth.

[demonscantgothere]

Litost by Helholden, Ch. 28: For the Good of the Realm

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged. | Bronwyn searches for clues to King Halbrand’s true identity—until someone catches her in the act. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. 155.3k | 5.2k chapter.

Theo watched her, waiting for his mother to disappear around the corner, before he glanced down at his ring, clenching his fingers in a tight fist—nails digging into the flesh of his palm. He looked at the closed door of King Halbrand’s chambers before surveying the hallway with a cursory glance to make sure no one else was within the vicinity, and then he looked down at his fist, where his ring sat upon the bone white knuckles of his grip.

A deep, droning noise filled his ears as his eyes went black—black as midnight, black as a starless sky, black as ink, black as the endless Void itself beyond the spheres of the World—as he reached with his mind across leagues and leagues of distance and space and tall, swaying grass and white sands and cool wind and crashing waves and birds cawing through the sky to the coastal shores of Dor-en-Ernil.

We have a problem, he whispered—to the answering voice on the other side of the veil.

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[lonewolflupe]

aLoF Ficlet | Lupe Of Lothal

Here's Lupe's origin story (OR a one-shot about Plo Koon stumbling upon a Force-sensitive youngling). I'm sorry about the lack of conversation in this one, but I really tried to paint a picture of the surroundings and the atmosphere (thus this ficlet doubled the size I intended it to be).

Note: since this ficlet takes place in 40 BBY, Plo Koon is still a Jedi Knight ("By 33 BBY, Koon had achieved the rank of Jedi Master and was elevated to the Jedi High Council." Source: Wookieepedia).

Summary: Jedi Knight Plo Koon investigates a report and stumbles on an unexpected discovery. Rating: Teen and up Tags: Force connection, Force sensitivity, reference to abandonment Words: 1.954k Characters: Plo Koon, Lupe (OC), unidentified captain/flight crew, unidentified villagers aLoF masterlist | AO3 ↓ | > ch1

40 BBY, Outer Rim | Lothal

“Sir, incoming transmission from the Jedi Temple,” the captain informed the Jedi Knight, looking over his shoulder whilst addressing him. The Kel Dor Jedi stood in the Republic Cruiser’s cockpit, a few steps behind the pilots’ seats, as he gazed through the transparisteel viewport. When he heard the captain’s words, he stepped forward and gently placed his four-fingered hand on his shoulder. “Put it through,” the Jedi’s resonant voice replied, a slight buzzing sound to it, caused by the antiox breath mask adorning his face.

“Plo Koon,” the voice over the transmission started, “Are you still present in the Calamari Sector?” The Jedi Knight confirmed their current position, before the voice continued the transmission. “A report was made about the increasing harassment by creatures on settlements, coming from the Lothal System. Sending the coordinates right now.” A quick nod from the captain to let the Jedi Knight know they had received the coordinates; the navigator went to work immediately. “Since you are already located near the system, could you investigate the report?”

And of course Plo Koon accepted the request. There were always more sides to a story, and if he could avoid the loss of innocent lives, either being sentient or non-sentient, he would try to find a humane solution. After all, that was the Jedi way; emphasising compassion and teaching that all lives were precious. And so the Consular-class space cruiser set course to the planet of Lothal.

Once they had made it to the planet’s surface and the Jedi had started to ask around, it hadn’t taken Plo Koon long to find one of the affected locations. They had left urban civilization behind and continued their endeavour towards a rural area. Wrapped in his cloak to shield him from the emerging gusts of wind, he walked from the ship towards the farming settlement. It was surrounded by grasslands as far as the eye could see. It was a soothing view, and by the sight of it, nothing seemed to be amiss.

A flock of prairie-fowl scattered before his feet when Plo Koon reached the settlement’s only road, connecting the few houses the place consisted of. It was quiet outside; he only noticed a Gotal at the other side of the hamlet. The humanoid was bundling together a bale of cut grass, next to a modest corral containing a small herd of nerfs. The Gotal looked up warily when he noticed the Jedi’s presence. Plo Koon approached him cautiously, calmly stating the reason for his arrival. The distinctive short, grey fur on the man’s face surrounded a pair of weary eyes.

Their brief conversation revealed much to the Jedi. Recently, a pair of creatures had started terrorising the normally quiet hamlet. There hadn’t been any casualties; neither the inhabitants nor their livestock had been touched. Instead, the creatures had been taking rather peculiar items from the small village. There had been much debate over the identification of the creatures, but most rumours came back to one species: Loth-wolves.

With his long, taloned fingers, Plo Koon stroked the mask on his face as he stood pondering over his findings. Whilst Loth-wolves had been a problem to Lothal’s earlier farmers, no one had encountered any in nearly a century; they were deemed extinct. The Gotal pointed towards one of the hamlet’s houses, telling the Jedi the home’s resident could tell him more. Plo Koon thanked the man for his time before leaving him to his businesses.

After he had knocked on the door, it took a while before it slid open. Behind it stood an elderly Ithorian lady, her bend back in combination with her angled neck making for an eccentric appearance. She was wearing a somewhat primitive, timeworn translator collar on top of her neck. Plo Koon introduced himself and told her about his earlier conversation with the Gotal. The lady invited him inside, which he accepted so he could get to the bottom of this. She offered him something to drink, which he refused, because he didn’t want her to make any physical effort on his behalf.

Ithorians were known for their long lifespan, and the elderly lady in front of the Jedi was proof of it. She sat down in an old rocking chair, moving back and forth, concurrently with her memories. She told him about her younger days, how she grew up on the plains of Lothal, in a time when Loth-wolves were still an occasional sighting. She told him how the magnificent beasts had rarely ventured out of the Lothalian mountains and the enclosing grasslands, but that they had been slain anyway, out of ignorance and crudeness. Plo Koon could feel a mixture of grace and sorrow as the lady told him about the creatures, reminiscent of a bygone time.

Before continuing his investigation, Plo Koon kneeled down beside the Ithorian to thank her for her honesty and for sharing her memories. Before he could get back on his feet, the lady put her hand on his shoulder and seemed to be looking straight through his goggles. Crackling through her translator came the redeeming words: she had seen the Loth-wolves as a maiden, as a mother, and now, as a crone. She was certain of it; the Loth-wolves had never been away.

Plo Koon let the words sink in as he strolled to the far side of the hamlet. When he reached the last house, he sat down on a crate and let his gaze wander over the vast plains ahead. The gusting wind had died down; only a faint breeze remained. It played with the tall grass, gently brushing it whenever it reached down to the surface. Slowly, the sun set in the distance, and the presence of the twin moons became evident. Where the sun had shone a golden light over the grass, the moons’ light changed it into a velvety silver. There was a serenity to this place; a tranquillity he could only obtain by meditating back in the Jedi Temple.

He closed his eyes, taking in this strange place that felt oddly familiar. A cold blanket crept over the grassland as the night came, and when it reached the Jedi, every exhalation resulted in a small, foggy cloud in front of his breath mask. He felt the coldness creep inside his body, pricking his skin, tickling his senses as they enhanced. He could hear the friction of feathers as the prairie-fowl huddled together to keep warm. He could see the loth-rats nestling in their holes below the grassy surface. He could taste the dew as it formed on the tall grass all around him. He could smell the resin from a faraway spine tree as it dripped down its bark. He could feel..

Suddenly, he could feel their presence. He knew they were right in front of him before he opened his eyes. When he did, he looked upon two magnificent Loth-wolves, towering above him. Both wolves had black fur and were accented with dark, scaly skin, laying in patterns on their face, their feet and their croup, almost like reversed fingerprints. Their bright, amber eyes looked calmly down at him, waiting.

Plo Koon gently arose from the crate, and with a slow motion, almost like a wave, he reached one hand towards the wolf nearest to him. The wolf showed its teeth, but not in a threatening way; it merely tasted the air, the atmosphere. When the Kel Dor’s four-fingered hand was near, the wolf gently moved its head forward, nudging it into the Jedi’s touch. Plo Koon felt a strange sensation deep within, as if they shared something ancient, as if a connection was being made. The wolves seemed content; yes, this was the one they had been waiting for.

The Loth-wolf lay down and looked at the Jedi in anticipation. Without the need to share any spoken words, Plo Koon understood the wolf’s intentions. He walked over to the beast and carefully mounted it. His fingers grasped around tufts of its black fur; tightly enough to keep himself balanced, but gently enough to not bother the creature. As soon as it was back on its feet, both the Loth-wolves turned around and started running. They ran through the tall grass, away from the hamlet, onto the vast, open plains. Plo Koon moved along with the rhythm of the wolf’s movements, gazing into the distance to set eyes on their destination, but there was nothing to be seen. Nothing..

He was dreaming. The stars surrounded him; not just from above, but all around him. Glimpses of his past, memories from long ago. Voices of parental figures, of teachers and mentors, words of wisdom and knowledge descending onto him. Images of former events.. Or visions of future matters? He didn’t know. It felt like he was floating in space, between worlds. Was this really a dream?

Plo Koon woke up at dawn and found himself on the rocky foot of a mountain. It felt like he was waking from a very deep, intense slumber; nothing he had ever experienced before. When he heaved himself up and looked around, the Loth-wolves were nowhere to be seen. When he was taking in these new surroundings, a peculiar sound caught his attention. It was the sound of subdued howling. As he turned into the direction of the sound, his eyes caught a cave entrance not far away. He walked over cautiously, and when he peeked inside, he expected a Loth-wolf pup.

But what he found inside was a different kind of pup; it was a human child. A female, about two years old, her feral, silver hair quite distinctive for a juvenile of the human species. There was dirt smeared all over her skin and she was wearing rags, but furthermore, she seemed healthy. Around her, scattered through the cave, the Jedi noticed the peculiar items that had been taken from the hamlet, such as toys, pieces of clothing, a mug and plate, and remains of fruits and vegetables. He now understood why the Loth-wolves had ventured into the affected settlements.

The child looked up at him, her eyes wide with curiosity and anticipation. There was no sign of fear or restraint. Plo Koon slowly moved forward, kneeling in front of the child and gently offering his hand to her. She took one of his taloned-fingers in her hand, still looking up towards his goggles, his eyes hidden behind them. As soon as their skins touched, he felt a connection. In an instant, he knew what he was already expecting; she was Force-sensitive. “Koh-to-yah, little one,” Plo Koon greeted the child softly, and he noticed a flicker in her eyes. They were as brightly amber as those of the Loth-wolves.

…

When Plo Koon walked out of the cave, the child on his arm, the Loth-wolves had returned. They were waiting for them outside. The Jedi threaded carefully, since he was now carrying their pup, the child they had clearly been taking care of. But the wolves remained at ease, watching the Jedi and the youngling in full anticipation; they had brought Plo Koon to the child with a purpose, after all. He slowly walked past them, thanking them for their compassion and their aid. The child flung herself over his shoulder, watching the wolves as he walked off into the tall grass. As soon as the Jedi had activated the transmitter on his comlink, ready for a pick-up from the Republic Cruiser, an eerie sound behind him caught him off guard. It was the hauntingly beautiful howling of the Loth-wolves, an echoing goodbye song for the child they had cared for. They had now granted him the responsibility of that care.

I read a theory on Reddit stating that Loth-wolves are/carrying the spirits of Jedi that died on Lothal. Plo Koon didn’t die on Lothal obviously, but I like to think he connected with the creatures during this little story, thus making a ‘new’ Loth-wolf appear after his unfortunate demise during Order 66.

[lovepeaceandtarot]

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[dorcasmeadowsx]

[ greta onieogou, she/her ] -  DORCAS MEADOWES is a [21] old [ CIS WOMAN ], and a member of the [ Gryffindor ] house. Dorcas is studying [ History of Magic ] in their [ 10th ] year at hogwarts. Dorcas reminds people of [ the bitter first taste of black coffee, the echo of laughter on a summer evening, a bag of sugar quills, partying with a pair of heels in hand, the smell of a blown out candle ], and is siding with the [ ORDER ] during the war. but hopefully, it won’t come to that. 

BASICS

name : dorcas nadine meadows nickname/s: dor, doe. age: 21 birth date: january 11th 1957. zodiac: capricorn sexuality: bisexual birthplace: newcastle, england. affiliation: order of the phoenix height: 5'4

FAMILY

parents: keith meadows (father), willa meadows (nee bell.) siblings: younger sister children: n/a pets: n/a

PERSONALITY

positive traits: warm, humorous, fun-loving, reliable. negative traits: sarcastic, stubborn , judgemental, arrogant aesthetic: the bitter first taste of black coffee, the echo of laughter on a summer evening, a bag of sugar quills, partying with a pair of heels in hand, the smell of a blown out candle 

MAGIC

blood status: halfblood wand: 11" Sturdy Apple Wood with Dragon Heart Core boggart: small spaces patronus: tabbycat house + year: tenth year gryffindor specialization: history of magic extra curricular: tba

BIOGRAPHY:

Keith and Willa Meadows were slow and steady people, content with the offering that life had given them.  Keith Meadows is a halfblooded wizard with a keen interest in Herbology whose eyes fell on Willa, a muggle school teacher, and never looked back.

First came the ring and the prospect of marriage between the young pair, and then came Dorcas. Born fast, almost two months early.  Dorcas was the complete opposite of slow and steady. The couple were besotted with their daughter,  a living example of their love for each other. Dorcas was not an easy newborn by any means. The pair had many of sleepless nights, pleading with the baby to settle. Dorcas would never listen, she would cry and scream but all of it was worth it for the few moments of the child's laughter.

Her parents always instilled the importance of being reliable in Dorcas, to always ensure that people felt appreciated, and valued. Dorcas' childhood was filled with love. Summer days were spent sitting on the countertop of her father's florist in Newcastle, a grin on the young girl's face as elderly women brought her opal fruit sweets and slipped fifty pence pieces into her hand. Dorcas' world shifted when her younger sister was born, no longer was she battling the world of adults alone. While some children may be filled with jealous of the diversion of their parent's attention, Dorcas was besotted with her younger sister. No longer did the world feel so small, with a partner in crime the possibilities were endless.

Dorcas' temper mellowed in her teenage years, but her unwillingness to listen to decisions or opinions that weren't her own remained. After being accepted to Hogwarts, Dorcas felt her entire world shift. Finding it hard to be separated from her sister for the first time, it took a while for Dorcas to push herself out there amongst her peers.

Quiet smiles and burying her nose in a book only lasted so long before Dorcas had to force herself out of her shell. And she didn't regret it. Dorcas loves to attend a party and enjoys time spent with her dearest friends. Sometimes, she even has a tendency to prioritise a good time over her education. After all, isn't that what being twenty-one is all about?

[boomstyle]

Chapter Sneak Peak

Chapter 7. Escape

[White Space]

Meanwhile, Morpho Eggman was trapped inside White Space and looked exhausted. He glanced over his marital ring with rage over his loss. Morpho Eggman's marital ring hosted a potrait of his wife, Omletta. Her death ignited his vengence when the hedgehog brats murdered her.

Moreover, his dimension explosion during the Neo Galtic revolution between Eggman Empire and former Galtic Kingdom (so called Ancients). The dimensional explosion respresented tragic tie from both sides.

Regardless, Omletta and Agent Stone were safe. Morpho Eggman had ordered Agent Stone to refugee along with Omletta to Eggtopia an hour before the last battle started on Morpho dimension. 'Were they really okay?', Morpho Eggman thought.

Morpho Eggman tried to message Agent Stone on his wrist communicator but there was no signal. It seemed that getting out of the white space was his only option. Fortunately, he had several nano dimensional portal device inside his hidden cape pocket. He activated his nano dimensional portal device, setting it to his desired location, and throwing it which generates portal to Eggtopia zone.

[Eggtopia Zone]

As he reached to the neon dystopian city, the phone signal improved drastically. Morpho Eggman send a text to voice message through his wrist communicator to indicate his presence.

"Preapare my latte! Make it extra creamy for today!", Morpho Eggman ordered.

[War Hall, Eggtopia HQ]

An hour later, Morpho Eggman stepped into War hall. Agent Stone and Omelette stood up adjacent to his desk with a cup of coffee on top of it. There was a picture of Morpho Eggman, Leta and Omellete in a cup of latte. Morpho Eggman smiled over the latte whilst drinking it slowly reminiscing the good memory he had with his wife and daugther.

" Daddy ", Omelette cried as she hugged her father.

" Omelette, that's my girl. Don't cry again! You're a supervillain. ", Morpho Eggman replied.

"Sir, we didn't find any sign of Dexter during our last battle. ", Agent Stone reminded.

" Then, find him! His existance would bring us and Eggman Empire down.", Morpho Eggman smashed the table.

"Dad . . ", Omellete cut off.

"Wait, dear. Brother, preapare our spare eggmobile! We're hunting Dexter down. Omellete, you can follow uncle Stone and dad for now but don't neglect your study!", Eggman instructed.

" Understand, Dad!", Omellete nod.

[Trunk Base, few hours after Eggman's return]

Few weeks after Dexter saved the young pink hedgehog, the young hedgehog partners collaborated well. They divided daily task for cooking, cleaning, surveilling camera, searching for ingredients and woods for fire. Amy Rose and Dexter got along well after the first impression. The young pink hedgehog grew trust over the young male hedgehog. 

At bruch, Dexter was gathering up woods. He had gathered tinder and kindling but it's not enough to start out fire in the wilderness. At Seaside Island, wilderness xqmp fire require tinder, kindling and fire woods. The young male hedgehog swinged the sharpened abandoned axe over a tree but a call from his communicator interrupted him.

"Dexter, (alarm voice from his AVA) I heard a voice signal from your device. I tried to silent it but it keeped ringing and a notification popped out saying danger allert.", Amy Rose informed as she boiled a eater and seasoned a raw fish.

"We need to pack up!", Dexter instructed.

Dexter teleported from his current position to his base. At his base, Dexter helped Amy to pack up his bag. Luckily, other than his drinking bottle, AVA and C Pick 05, they had nothing to worry about any belonging left behind. The young male hedgehog intentionally dropped a map with a cross on random location. Afterward Dexter picked her up bridal style whilst teleported themselves from their base to Thirdle Dor. Thirdle Dor is located at the Skye coast of Bygone Island. Skye coast provide a direct sea route to a European country in Soknic Boom world, Spagonia.

On the other hand, the Eggman family was approaching to close to their base. Morpho Eggman remembered the trunk base at his home dimension. It was filled with campsites of rebels and the trunk was the rebellion's secret base. Now, they had to hunt the leader before they're hunted down. Eggman brought a group of badniks and survelaince moving camera to detect the young male hedgehog's presence. Omellete and Agent Stone went down to the secret trunk base to see any signs of Dexter around. Dexter was not around but the food scraps, map and firewoods left signify the presence of Dexter in Sonic Boom's world. The assistant smirked while his niece stared blankly.

"Uncle, he's gone. Why do you smirk?", Omellete asked.

"Omelette, I know where he is." Agent Stone said.

Agent Stone took the map and showed it to Eggman. However, Eggman didn't find any signs of Dexter around but he found 5 surveillance camera around the base close to the Peril river.

The map indicated that Dexter was going to Mazuri. Hence, they set out a journey to North Mazuri to capture Dexter with their Eggmobile for a week but his presense was nowhere to be found.

"Darn it!",, Eggman ripped the map.

"He con us!"

"Forgive me, Sir.", Agent Stone apologized.

" Accepted Stone. We just have to search the whole country then.", Eggman grinned.

Meanwhile, Dexter and Amy had passed through Spagonia to Apotos to Shammar through sevral high speed rail. They're safe from Morpho Eggman and his assistant now but there's no telling when Eggman would find him. The most important thing was a mission to save the multiverse from the control of Eggman and other villain by retrieving a crystal.

Which country in Sonic Boom would Dexter and Amy go to? What would they be doing there? Find out on the next chapter of The Conquest of Crystal.

[luxmaeastra]

Neyar looked up to the skies, he ignored Viren tugging at his wrist.

"We need to move!"

"Its raining."

Viren turned and glared at Neyar gripping his shoulder.

"Now isn't the time for one of your trances! We -"

"Have you ever seen rain that's red Viren?"

"I - what?"

He stared up at the sky and then the ground. He swallowed bile.

"That - that isn't - it can't be - she wouldn't -"

Neyar slipped from his grip making him slip to his knees. Neyar didn't look to him. He looked to the palace, his gold eyes like suns. They seemed to glow in the growing dusk.

"I think she has. Etele has won us this war. She - "

He looked to Viren and held his hand out to him.

"She has stopped the violence."

"By being worse than them. I thought that was impossible."

He still didn't move from his knees. The blood seeping into his clothes and fingers. He would sometimes see it under his nails years, decades, centuries later.

Neyar knelt by his side and gripped his wrist. Something made Viren look to the other. He was drowning and for once his calm demure drowned everything else out.

"She became the monster to stop the real monsters. None of this wouldn't have happened had Cassandra stuck to the old ways."

His eyes hardened and his lips thinned. He gripped him harder and dragged him to his feet. Viren couldn't look from the ground, how much blood wine would be made from this? How much was touching him now? How -

"Viren do you want Sarai to die?"

He snapped his head to the other. He barred his teeth his sword at his oldest friend's neck.

"Shut your mouth. How dare you -"

"That was the reality if Etele didn't end this today. Be glad for it."

"What? Are you suddenly a Seer and as well as a artificer now Neyar?"

Neyar snorted and lowered the blade with his finger.

"Just someone who can guess odds. You know she'd be a target. You know that this war would not stop till they have exhaust themselves of this Death Frenzy. Etele cut them off at the knees - this is the good outcome we wanted and fought for."

He stepped toward Viren gripping the back of his neck.

"This is what we fought for. This is what we were willing to die dor."

//ETELE'S REIGN BEGINS!!! SHE TORE CASSANDRA'S KIN APART IN THE SKIES AND LE THEIR BLOOD REIGN DOWN!!//

Neyar said the one thing that he and Sarai refused to acknowledge, the truth of the realty of her position in things that occurred. They had chosen to live in a world where they ignored the real threat, that the damage that Cassandra had done was much deeper than they acknowledged.

Yet deep down they knew, it was why Sarai was not out these fields right now. No, she was at home with the newest additions to their family. A child conceived in the briefest reunion, he had lost himself in her so he could just forget everything. Drawn himself in her so she could be his saving grace, so he didn’t have to keep seeing the blood.

Viren shook his head slightly, looking down at his hands as he curled them into fists. “I still feel, even with this won, there is still a lingering threat. That everything we have done here will come back and haunt us later in life.”

[meet-me-behind-them-all]

ENTRY #3

LIFE REALIZATIONS

               Life... where do I start? Life has been overwhelmingly progressive as time flies. In the blink of an eye, everything changed. Can you imagine? 2013 was a decade ago! I can vividly remember jamming to One Direction’s Best Song Ever that year. The once manual-operated machines now become automatic, smartphones evolve from keypads to touch screens; the endless innovations drive me crazy sometimes! This made me wonder how impactful technology’s influence is on societal development. The mere existence of technology, or as I call it, ICT (an acronym for Information and Communication Technologies), is the driving force behind all of this!

          Speaking about life, ICT has helped me become the person I am today. The influence of different platforms under it has shaped how I think and feel about life in general. It can be toxic and very unhealthy; however, looking at the brighter side of it, ICT made me gain awareness of things we don’t often learn at home (even at school). It also enhanced my abilities to socialize and be creative! Admit it or not, its role became more and more significant as the days passed. It has molded us into constantly seeking its presence in order to continue our usual daily get-up, thus leaving us this big mark. In the context of society, on the other hand, ICT has helped and improved a lot of lives. From the simplest innovations to the most complex ones, we can see their positive effects on society everywhere.

           Ending this entry by leaving you with this quote: "Knowledge is power." If we try to use what we learn in a good way, then there won’t be any problem. We must be responsible for what we share and what we say. Arming ourselves with knowledge is important in order to survive this battlefield we call life, not only in the context of ICT but in life in general.

xoxo, dors 

[seraphdreams]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN???? HELLOO

JEANS SHY GF SITTING ON HIS FACE DOR THE FIRST TIME??? <333

✯ pairing - jean kirschtein x fem! reader

contains - face sitting, timid/shy! reader, kinda praise?

jean’s hands rest at your waist, rubbing the soft skin. his hair is splayed out as he looks at you straddling him. even though it was dark in the room, you could still see the gleam of his pretty, green eyes, how they were trained on your frame.

“let me know when you’re ready, baby” he says to you, in a quiet yet comforting tone. you rest your hands on his chest. you try to speak up but your timidness gets the best of you, and you let out an inaudible gasp.

“hm? are you ready?” jean says. he moves his left arm from your waist and up to your face, cradling your jaw. you sink into his touch and nod your head. there’s a slight smirk on his face as he adjusts his position on the pillows underneath him.

you move up to hover over his face. you felt so exposed, almost embarrassed watching the way his eyes scan your cunt. he pushes your hips down, knees straddling either side of his head.

“jean..” you manage to creak out. his tongue slides gentle circles around your clit and laps up the juices leaking from your slit. he prods his tongue at your opening, searching for the spot that makes you whine the most.

his warm wet tongue feels like pure bliss inside you, and it causes you to almost go hazy. the only sounds heard are the soft slurps and your pretty whimpers. the pleasure is all too much, especially when he uses his lips to wrap around your clit.

you can feel the vibrations of his groans, spur you on even more. your legs begin to shake, and you grab ahold of the headboard to keep your leverage. jean pushed your hips up, enough for him to whisper a soft “relax, baby”.

his fingers smooth over your hips, also helping to keep you steady. his tongue creates sweet friction inside your velvety walls, he eventually finds your sweet spot, curling and swirling his tongue in an alluding way. “j-jean! feels really—really good!” you gasp out. he moans in response, gripping your waist even harder.

you grind your hips over him, and moan at the new-found white hot pleasure. you can feel that familiar feeling of your orgasm building in your core. jean takes note of that, his nose brushing against your clit. “‘m g’nna—gonna cum!” you squeal. you almost threaten to close your legs as your orgasm hits, sending into a state of pure euphoria.

jean lets out a satisfied hum when you ride out your orgasm. you turn to stop straddling him and lay beside him. his lips were puffy and covered in your arousal as he licks them.

he turns his head to the side, narrowing his eyes, looking at your fucked out expression. his long and limber fingers stroke your hair out of your face before he kisses your forehead.

“let me clean you up, yeah?”

tags - @onyxoverride @sleepyrintaro