#maybe tails could design one specifically for him

[wereh0gz]

Random headcanon

Sonic as werehog suffers from back pain and is generally more comfortable moving on all fours instead of walking on two legs because the transformation is more suited for quadrupedal movement and not bipedal

That's why he looks like he's slouching all the time he physically cannot stand up fully straight without being constantly uncomfortable

[diejager]

Only Human

Pairing : Monster Task Force 141 x reader

Cw : canon-typical violence, bodies, death, blood, cannibalism?, wounds, trauma.

Wc : 3.2k

Note: the designs for the Monster 141 came from @bluegiragi

Only Human masterlist

When Laswell, a known figure in the Intel gathering ranks of the CIA and military, had called you for your new transfer, you were ecstatic about it. You showed up casually, still in your vest and whole attire from your deployment, you were told that Laswell was waiting for you in her office once you took your first step. You only had time to drop off your weapons in the armory before going straight to her office.

You were personally asked to join a Task Force, not another squad or team under a Captain, which you hadn't expected; an international Task Force to boot, it shocked you, even more, to have been asked to have you on a Task Force that spanned nations wide. The radar must've been wide for it to be an international one, important and specialized soldiers were probably the ones who were invited - green berets, if you guessed.

You were excited, though, to have the honour of joining specialized soldiers with only being a corporal.

"Which Task Force, ma'am?" you asked, back straight with your hands crossed behind your back.

"The 141, Hunter."

Your composure almost slipped, your mind buzzed with excitement and confusion at the notice. The 141 was a reputed group, having members from the United Kingdom to the Americas and allies in the south, around Urzikstan, and perhaps farther. They took down Major Hassan, killing the heart of Al-Qatala and weeding out traitors like General Sheperd and Graves' PMC, the Shadows. A closed group with secrets only they knew and would take to the grave, a tight-knit Task Force.

You've heard of some members, none being human. The Ghost - or Ghost - a wraith hybrid of some sort, as dangerous as he was respectable. He was the better known one, a popular topic from one's lips to the other, gossip and rumors about him being more monster than human. While some were harmless, others were made to be racists - or xenophobic in some rarer cases - most were gossip, exaggerated depictions of the man people feared and admired.

You were jumping under your skin for the day to pass faster, for your transfer to happen more quickly. You couldn't wait to meet your new teammates, you've heard good and bad things about them. Some were sociable, others shy or downright menacing to look and interact with (perhaps they specifically meant Ghost).

You've always wanted to work with monsters, the majority of the military was made up of human men and women with a low, low (around 5%) being monsters, creatures of the night that made them stronger, faster, and better than humans, but they were often hunted until the last decades.

You, however, expected that half of the Task Force was made up of humans, and the rest monsters. You were wrong, really wrong. The moment you stepped out, you realized how unfortunate - maybe fortunate to be stuck with broad, strong, and handsome men - you were to be the sole human. Perhaps it was the shock or the honour that made you freeze and shy away, but neither of them could make you feel as prepared as you should be for officially joining them.

"Welcome to the Task Force, Hunter!" Price yelled over the beating blades of the helicopter, blue eyes staring at you with a - sinful, you found it sinfully handsome - smile hidden under his beard. He also had a green tail that followed behind him, a long, strong tail, you mustn't forget that.

The first ones you talked to were Soap and Rudolfo, two jokesters within the group. Soap was cute, having almost a puppy-like excitement at meeting you with the way he greeted you, smiling and laughing boisterously. He was loud and warm when you first talked to him.

Rodolfo, or Rudy as he told you to call him (you stuck with Rodolfo, feeling too intrusive to call him by his lovely nickname), was Mexican, a special forces, just like everyone else in the TF. He was as warm as the Mexican sun, funny, and soft-spoken.

They had an accent, one a light Mexican and the other a deep Scottish slur in his words. Rudolfo incorporated Spanish words in his sentences, easily understood but adorable nonetheless. Soap's Scottish accent was thicker, deep with his jargon that you sometimes questioned if he was even speaking English.

You only found out that they were monsters when they were training outside. You watched Soap turn from under the shades, eyes keen on his rippling muscles and cracking bones. His jaw shifted, it grew longer and his ears pointed up, light brown fur sprouted from his skin and his mohawk traveled farther, turning into a mane. You could hear the whines and grunts from his transformation.

A werewolf, you learned. He had enhanced strength. He became more durable and agile. He had accelerated healing, almost ten times the speed of regular men, and his senses seemed to have heightened significantly. It looked painful, you concluded so from the bodily sounds and his moans. The heat he exhumed was searing hot, it turned the air around him into mist, burning the water in the air and turning it into gas.

Soap had heard you gasp and awe at his form, broader and taller, he towered over you when he stood on his hind legs. His eyes glowed a vibrant blue when they met yours, waiting and gauging your reaction, but he could only see awe and admiration, perhaps a dash of excitement beneath your gaping expression.

He padded towards you, lurching forward and sending you tumbling on your back as his tongue lolled to the side and hung from his panting maw. His shoulders shook, abdomen flexing rapidly, it looked like he was laughing. At your reaction, or you, you didn't know, all you had in kind wa the urge to touch him. He looked so soft.

It was ironic in some sense, for the man - now creature - who feared dogs to be a werewolf, a larger, more dangerous, and fantastical counterpart to the domesticated dog.

"Can I pet you?" the words fell from your lips before you knew it, your face flushed and your body seized in embarrassment.

Soap huffed and pushed his snout to your shoulder, lowering his head in approval. He would let you pet him, and you took it without complaint. His fur and mane were soft, maybe the softest you've ever touched (you grew up hunting with your father, you knew for as well as any other hunter). It was soft and silky, he had taken great care in his grooming.

He let out a satisfied rumble when he saw you smile, a childish wonder in your eyes. You were so captivated by Soap's looming form over you that you almost forgot about Rudolfo - keyword: almost. Something wet had nudged your elbow, you turned and saw a smaller dog, ghostly pale with glimmering, blue gems for eyes. It looked like a mix of a lab and a shepherd, the combination making this white dog adorable.

Your eyes observed the whole length of it, from its head to its tail, a long whisp-like swirl that turns blur at the end. It connected the dog to Rodolfo. You didn't know what the dog was. Was it a spirit? Or was it a familiar?

"Cadejos, Hunter," Rudolfo answered your silent question, smirking at your petting the spirit with one hand while the other scratched behind Soap's twitching ear. "Dog spirits. I'm their vessel."

That meant he was more human than Soap was, perhaps almost as you. You still gave him an awed look, amazed by the possibility of becoming a vessel for mythological beings and spirits.

You only truly found out whether or not Ghost was human or a monster on a mission. You were sent along with a team led by your Lieutenant to capture a standing AQ cell, one of the few that still stood without their leader.

You were, along with other sergeants, corporals, and privates, separated into two teams, Alpha and Bravo, one led by a sergeant and the other by Ghost. He had you follow him close, a way to watch how you did on the field. You made quick work of them, they were weak, disorganized, and fought with each other when they had no one to lead them. A pity for what used to be a big problem.

You were left on your own, Ghost having gone north to search for something. You had taken down the surviving men, pouncing on them in the dark. When you were done, you wiped your blade on your forearm, cleaning it from the iron stench of blood.

"Could've left one alive, Hunter," Ghost's deep growl made you jump, twisting to meet his dark eyes. They seemed endlessly black, like a void of darkness. "I'm bloody hungry..."

He crept closer, steps slow and purposeful, as if trying to spook you. He stopped before a fresh body, one you muffled and stabbed. The body was still warm, blood pooling from the wound and eyes glossed over with death.

"Hungry, sir?" you asked, unsure of what he meant or if he had muttered it to himself.

He hadn't replied, head turning to examine the rest of the corpses, strewn around you like a gift. A growl rumbled in his chest, mist rolling off his body like a crashing wave. It filled the area around you and tickled your feet in its cold, dark embrace. You watched the fog cover the laying corpses, dissolving and swallowing them into its murkiness.

When he meant by hungry, he actually meant eating humans, you shouldn't have been surprised, a was a wraith hybrid. Spirits of the dead that hate and haunted the living. It made more sense when he told you to let one alive, wraiths preferred living souls, dead ones were still filling but tasted lesser.

"Clean kills, " he finally spoke, his voice a timber lower than it was before his dinner. "Good job, corporal."

You nodded at him, stomach fluttering with his compliment, a praise from such a man - monster - was a prize, something he rarely gave to other soldiers. You smiled under your gaiter, you wore it for better protection in the sandy deserts of Al Mazrah.

"I'll remember leaving some alive next time, L.T."

He craned his head to look at you before he left, eyes squinted in what seemed like a smirk - devilish, you hoped - and gave you a firm nod. You scrambled to follow him, watching his broad, dark back as you walked a few steps behind him. He hadn't spoken a word to you since you got to exfil, but once you landed at the base, he motioned for you to follow him with the jerk of his wrist.

Ghost wasn't so bad if you got past the glaring image of danger he portrayed and the growls he gave. You couldn't wait to work with him again or with the others.

Gaz was a harpy, a very interesting and useful monster to have on your team. He was nice, not as chatty as Soap was, but he talked to you and smiled your way. His caramel-dipped smiles were to die for. He was easy to talk to, by far easier than your lieutenant had been at the start.

You saw him a lot in the rec room, sipping on tea or scrolling through pages on his phone. He was comfortable with you as you were with him, he let his talons out, lounging with his wings across the couch or over your lap as you cleaned them for him. The ever-so-teasing gentleman had a way with his words and his wits, often leaving you flustered or annoyed at his jabs.

Being a harpy meant he was light, bones hollow yet sturdy enough for a human body fitting his strong and slimmer frame. He could fly, and he became much more agile, more so than Soap's werewolf form (birds were naturally more graceful than canines) and he had a telescopic vision, razor-sharp and precise, more than any humans or monsters could have, it rivaled the falcon's keen sight.

If he was so light, agile, and all-seeing, without forgetting he could fly, how did he manage to fall from a helicopter not once, but twice? That question bothered you often, lingering at the back of your mind like a ghost (more so than the wraith himself that kept appearing at random and old moments behind you).

"You can fly, right?" you stared at his face, blank of any expression after finally mustering the courage to ask him.

"These wings aren't just for show, " Gaz hummed, leaning back into the chair that he brought out to watch Soap and Ghost spar. You would have your turn with the wraith after their matches.

"Then how do you manage to fall from a heli twice?" you shot, brows scrunched in a frown, confused.

His wings jerked, black feathers twitching at the reminder - an embarrassing one - of falling out, smiling sheepishly. He simply shrugged, every limb stretching, his wings lengthening to his whole span and toed talons stretching and curling. You were struck by its sharpness, his long nails and claws could cut a man in half, or completely sever a limb off.

You guess you'll never have an answer to your question, he could keep his pride and you could keep your question to yourselves. You wouldn't mind doing so, he let you preen his wings, you could touch those soft feathers and pluck dead or broken ones from his perfect plumage.

Alejandro Vargas, an unmarried and very eligible bachelor with a smooth tongue and a growl of a Mexican accent. He seemed almost too real to be true when he smiled charmingly your way, his perfect, white teeth glimmering under the yellow bulbs and his shiny, sweat-coated skin glowing golden after a mission.

Alejandro's a chivalrous person - and they said chivalry was dead - he's caring and protective. The Los Vaqueros, cowboys, were his team in Las Almas, a family that grew with every new batch of recruits and men and women devoted to the small village they grew up in. Mexicans were a tight-knit community from what you've seen in Alejandro's and Rudolfo's stories.

He was good, handsome, and strong, maybe too perfect to be human, and human, he wasn't. He's a shifter, like Soap, a full-bodied shifter from human to monster. Not unlike his human side, his Nagual side was mighty and honorable, a greater man and an even greater Nagual.

Although solitary by nature, Alejandro was a sociable character, the life of the party if he could, but he was also a responsible man. He was tall, but taller when shifted, claws sharp and a tail helped him balanced.

Once, you'd seen him shift, yellow and brown-dotted fur sprouting from his skin. His lower jaw had protruding canines, standing proudly over the ridge of his nose. He looked like a jaguar hybrid, wearing his golden fur like a crown

His other one, a panther, a jaguar born with more melanin than the usual one, was just as majestic. His fur was a darkened grey with black spots dotting his back and tail. He tended to use this form in darker places, or at night, hitting for efficiency and silence.

Captain Price, you knew he was a monster since your arrival, his long, green tail dragging behind him. You never bothered asking whether he was a lizard or a dragon, you only knew that his scaly tail was reptile-like in origin.

His smoking habit, girthy cigars burning and smoking at the edge, his chapped lips wrapped around the base of it as dark smoke leaked from the sides of his lips, curling in the air and around his beard.

Sometimes, there would be smoke without his cigar being lighted, a dry and unlit stick that still smoked. Charred gas, too dark to simply be cigar smoke. It came from him, inside, you concluded. Dragons could breathe fire and smoke, create it from within and push it out. Stirring around the mass of heat could feel overwhelming, warm, and uncomfortable without a release.

"Why cigars?" Price coccked his head, bro lifted at your question. "Helps me curb the need to burn." He breathed out another cloud, watching it swirl around his golden eyes. He explained it well and simply. Though he also liked the taste of it, an authentic, earthy texture.

Other than the occasional scales here and there that popped out, you've never seen his shift. Did he turn and grow like Soap and Alejandro? Did he change like Ghost and Gaz? Or did he have a dragon spirit? You were, albeit worried about prying, curious about your Captain's change.

Your chance appeared when he called you to his office, wanting your help with something related to his wing- wings? You weren't expecting much, maybe seeing a glimpse of the tip of his wings or the sharp edge of his horns.

He was leaning against his desk when you knocked on his door, letting you in with a sharp grunt. He was hunched over his desk, his wing, green and wide, stretched out. His bucket hat laying on his table, letting his horns grow out and curve upwards, both green and shiny. His tail was violently and anxiously swishing back and forth, hands and arms overturned with scales. His fingers turned green and callused, his nails became sharp claws and tinted green.

"You've got softer hands than any of those blokes, Hunter," Price said, his reason for calling you was for your talented hands, skilled at massages and with the knife. "Lost it in a crash, 's fine."

Although for a reason, you still got to see every part of him, hear the story behind his missing wing, and share a few pleasantries. He groans and grunts during your sessions, but the muscles on his back were less tense and strained.

Price wasn't one to brag about himself, tell his exploits to others, but yours, he did, how skilled your hands were at loosening the knots on his back and shoulders, turning them putty under your palms. Soap had come rushing, following your scent until he found you, for a massage like the one Price got.

You sighed, this wasn't what you signed up for, the sudden rush of adrenaline or scares they would cause, popping or jumping out of nowhere when you had your back turned. Some - Soap, Rudy, and Gaz - were mischievously childish, loving pranks as much as they did them. You'd get white hair before you hit your late 20s.

Fortunately, the three others were far more mature, one charming, one broody, and one proud. You don't regret joining, even with being the weakest and only human in the Task Force, the 141 was your family, a dysfunctional one with an occupational hazard, but still a little family.

After all, big, broad men working by your side on a daily had its perks, and brought a big, horny problem.

Next

[meowmeowriley]

Rabbit shifter Ghost likes to be stuff on Soap's hoodie pocket even if he won't fit. Soap ends up getting one of jumpers with a cat pocket to accommodate this.

Maybe a clear bag some cats travel in to keep Ghost contained when needed.

Ghost, being a Flemish Giant, does not fit in Soap's hoodie pocket, to his own dismay. However, when Soap steals a hoodie from Ghost, one that's oversized even on Ghost himself, and has just a huge front pocket, Ghost can't help himself. He shifts mid sprint, after having spotted his favorite hoodie on his favorite Sergeant across the training field. Goes from running full tilt to hopping at the speed of light. A grey streak, cutting the field in half. A missile, lazer guided and target locked. The target: the pocket of that hoodie.

Soap barely has time to brace himself after spotting the gray blur approaching out of the corner of his eye at mach Jesus.

Ghost's aim is true, he leaps, front paws catching the hem of the pocket and pushing it out of the way enough to stuff himself into. His head pops out the far side, ass, and feet stopping him from shooting straight through because he's a thick boy. His momentum, being a 20 pound (10 kilo) ball hurtling towards Soap like a meteor, yanks Soap off balance and he fails wildly and careens forward whilst trying to catch his balance again, so as to not squash his damn Lieutenant.

The soldiers Soap had been lecturing were stunned silent.

Soap had no way of knowing the hoodie he'd stolen was Ghost's designated digging and tunneling hoodie, that he owned it specifically so that he could stuff himself into the pocket. What he did know, now at least, was that he would be stealing this particular hoodie every chance he got.

Soap did not address what had just happened. He straightened back up, cleared his throat, and went back to instructing. Ignoring the rabbit chinning the hem of the pocket, or his hand when he went to pet him.

The soldiers, to their credit, also remained silent about the bunny butt, feet stuck out backwards and tail flashed high, sticking out the other end.

Soap later found himself on Amazon looking at the hoodies designed to carry cats in, desperately checking reviews to make sure they could handle an extra large cat (or in this case, rabbit). He may have ordered himself several of them.

[kerubimcrepin]

Dofus: The Production - what is left of the old movie

Originally, the movie was supposed to tie in with the game and the Welsh & Shedar series, and be a trilogy.

As we had already explored on this blog, this did not happen for a variety of reasons.

Welsh and Shedar got cannibalized by other projects due to its cancellation, and the script of the movie "Dofus Book 1: Joris Jurgen" had to be completely rewritten from its old plot;

In that movie, Joris was likely supposed to be a street urchin, who survived together with Lilotte, who was a rogue, and the trailer we have for the older version of the movie reflects that:

As we can also see from the trailer, and the poster featured earlier, proto-Kerubim is also a part of the movie, and Khan was not yet meant to be a boufbowler.

(And considering the posters, the cat that inspired Kerubim's design was also a part of the movie. I wonder if it's related to Welsh's cat from Welsh and Shedar? But maybe I'm just crazy.)

Subsequently, the movie came out at a much later date than planned originally.

(two images included because, bizarrely, there are two versions - one with Joris's tail censored, and the other with his tail uncensored. This proves that already at this point they had a draconic backstory in mind for him, though we do know that at the time of Wakfu season 1 (and, likely, the cancelled DS game, as was noted in my post about it) it was not the case.)

Also, interestingly, it is the only art of this time to include the tail. A possible error on Xa's part, or something that was considered very briefly?

In the end, Kerubim (as well as Simone) swallowed up not just the design of Welsh's cat, clothes, and Ecaflip friend;

He also got the role Julith was supposed to have, both metaphorically, and also literally.

Or not entirely — considering the fact that Joris was supposed to spend time with him anyway, since we have art of Joris on his mount from that old draft.

It's quite interesting, to think of all that could have been different in the 2009-2012 version of the movie!

But even during the making of the second draft of the movie, a lot of things have changed. From the first idea of Joris winning Kerubim back at a pachinko machine, to the concept art of Joris's non-possessed appearance.

The movie was being actively rewritten at the time of the making of Aux Tresors, so some of the early drafts were already tied in with its canon — taking place in Astrub, to be specific �� but not with its ending, because the show was still ongoing.

At one point there was supposed to be a whole cast of Huppermage characters, and judging from the fact one of them is mentioned in the following text, they did play some sort of role in the plot:

It is likely that from this early draft it was decided that Joris would be a boufbowl fan, which was then worked in as a plot point in Aux Tresors.

(Stélina may be a proto-version of Bakara.)

It also seems that at this stage, it would be likely that Lilotte was reworked to be the Princess of Bonta, before eventually becoming the Ouginak we know and love.

After this Ankama once again returned to the concept of Lilotte as an orphan, though — even when the movie was still set in Astrub!

And it seems that the draft involved travel between Astrub and Bonta, judging from the usage of a Zaap to attack Luis.

And even at this point they have come up with the tragically cut "Joris and Khan go to adult industry workers and Joris (10yo boy) engages in depressed underaged drinking" scene.

(I'll never forgive Ankama for cutting this. I still argue that it's in character for Khan, our detested/beloved turbovirgin, to do this — as long as he doesn't get together with any of the women due to thinking himself "too good" for them.)

Also, at some point the gods were supposed to play a role. And personally, I am glad it was cut — it feels a bit too grand for the first movie in what was supposed to be a series.

I don't have any grand statement, or conclusion, but it is interesting to see all the ways the movie has changed.

[mishelkie-art]

Hello~ As promised, here are the 2017 versions of my Strawhat mermaid designs in comparison to the 2023/2024 versions. I originally had posted these to a different account, however I haven't posted any art on that blog in a long time, I think maybe since 2017? And now I don't really think of it as an art blog anymore. I originally started this blog so I could post the full and better quality versions of my art that I couldn't on Insta (cuz it SUCKS), but now I think I'll also post new stuff I come up with, instead of Insta being my main. Anyway-

To start with, as I mentioned in my last post, these designs were born from a specific AU in mind. In this AU, there isn't just one kind of merfolk, but merfolk were instead made up of many groups of different kinds of merpeople. Sharks, for example, were their own subgroup. Another example would be a group including aquatic mammals like whales and dolphins, and another group would be crustaceans, ect. I think in my first go at turning the Strawhats in merfolk I limited myself too much, like three of them were sharks and the others were just other kinds of fish. I do like Franky as a lionfish, but I changed him to a humpback whale to showoff more of the differences and similarities between the different kinds of merfolk. Plus, after the timeskip I think he's now canonically the slowest member of the crew, so making him a large animal that's been known to protect other species of animals from orcas seemed fitting, ya know?

With brook, he straight up was just some random fish that I really can't remember the name of, and I'm happy that this time around I did more research and found an animal that fits the spooky nature of his devil fruit. Overall, I think everyone got a glow up, but out of all of them I think Zoro's my favorite. I hate how I gave him that serious broody expression when it doesn't suit our beloved himbo idiot at all lol I feel the new version can be intimidating still, but also comes across as softer thanks to the colored lines and use of pinks and soft red. I don't know what I was thinking making Sanji primarily yellow, like his Wano outfit looks good but yellow is mainly his Germa color 😭 2nd time around I made him blue for his All Blue, and I wasn't sure if it came through, but I tried to curl and color his tail fins to make them look like crashing waves.

Unfortunately, at the time I drew these Jinbei wasn't an "official" member of the crew, so I hadn't thought to draw him. Also, I feel that I mistyped in the last post in regards to Vivi, by "original design", I was referring to the CANON design, not a previous design that I had come up with 😓

But yeah, I can't believe it's been seven years since I drew the first versions of these designs, I swtg ever since 2020 the years have just been blurring together lol

[toffeebrews]

tell me your Ink headcanons NOW 😼😼😼

You're... giving me permission.... to share my ink headcanons.

well get ready

Talked about this one already but I'll share it again: I think Broomie is semi sentient. I like to think at first Ink didn't know that though, but still talked to broomie anyway. So, regardless of this fact Ink probably would've talked to broomie.

He's good at encouraging people but not comforting people. If that makes sense? (projection much pfttt)

If you ran your hand over the "tattoo" marks it have a slight divot in it. Like a crack in a road. Probably because... in my hc they're literally semi healed cracks.

They're is talented in many types of art not just one. Hes talented in singing, dancing, fashion design, mechanics, and architecture! Really the only one he struggles with is well... cooking. Do NOT let that man in a kitchen (I mean he's immortal why would he not learn multiple artistic skills?)

Y'know how canon!swap climbs on people because hes insecure about his height? I think Ink does the same thing.

(More yappening under the cut)

Deep down he feels like something is missing... what he doesn't know is he's missing his home, his AU. Sometimes hes goes on a search universe to universe in search of "something important he can't remember" but can never find it. Until he gets bored, forgets what he's doing or gets preoccupied with something else.

He likes switching up his looks so he may give himself a tail or paws or claws with his brush. Maybe he even changes the color of his limbs sometimes (that's more a crack hc though). He gives themself a new outfit at any chance he can get. (Edit: I actually imagine one of the reasons he would get excited for multiverseal events is mainly because he gets to show off a new outfit for that event. He goes ALL out)

Due to his dulled sense of pain often he isn't aware he's injured unless it's pretty severe. So he may just go about their day with injuries they don't know about. Typically Dream or Swap have to be like "dude you have a crack in your skull."

After that one comic with Swap and Ink, Swap bandaged up his skull despite Ink insisting he didn't need it. Mainly because Swap didn't know Ink could heal themself and just thought Ink was being humble. Everytime he went to go take it off, Swap would freak about it hasn't had enough time to heal. Until Ink did a more through "I have a brush bro chill" (not ink accurate dialogue).

He's super flexible!! like contortionist level of flexibility.

Oddly specific but I think they're the type to consume all sorts of fan content and enjoy it. Completely ooc and fanon stuff too. He would be the type to read a fic and go "I would NOT say that" with a giggle and write a heartfelt comment anyway.

If you know homestuck... Nepeta has a shipping wall. I think Ink would have something similar (projection?? blasphemy!). Maybe in his sketchbook or smth. I mean do you see how he reacts around his dads smh 😔��‍💨. He doesn't take it all that seriously though... LMAO. But I feel like he would be like "🏳️‍🌈?" y'know? Is this making any sense? I hope LMAOOO

Ink knows being called "child" annoys Dream so when Dream's like "I'm not a child I'm 500 years old" he just uses different synonyms of kid " heya youngster" " hi boy" stuff like that to annoy him. Just to mess with him.

He loves "aggressive affection." Like he bites people. He also likes to be bitten (not in a sus way but like in a cat like way). He loves bear hugs. Stuff like that.

He loves being drawn on, like literally. He loves the sensation of art supplies on his bones. Particularly the texture of paint and pencil are the ones he enjoys the most. He draws designs and stuff on his bones sometimes.

He has that cartoon ability to walk on walls or the ceiling and completely defy gravity. How? Cartoon skelly powers ig.

[koolades-world]

The genius of Satan's character design

Can we please talk about how amazing the devs created Satan??

First, his demon form is almost completely opposite from Lucifer's but still has call backs. Satan has a tail but no wings, and Lucifer has wings but no tail. Satan's horns are essentially the same as Lucifer's horns, just upside down. Satan has his feather boa, which could be interpreted as a call back to Lucifer and his feathers. Satan is depicted in a couple pictures with these feathers ripped out, in his hands, his mouth, or laying on the ground near by. This could be him and his rage towards Lucifer, consciously or not. He rageful because of Lucifer, so it can be inferred that him ripping out these feathers is his way of rebelling. Satan's tail is coiled around his leg, as it to exhibit control over himself and to make it less noticeable, while Lucifer's wings are spread at least halfway, to display his love and/or pride for them. Satan's tail is also scaly or spiny looking. It looks armored and could probably be used as a weapon, which is the complete opposite from Lucifer's wings, which are probably pleasant to touch.

Satan's hair is just blond. Lucifer's hair is black with highlights. However, their part lines are basically the same and their hair is styled suspiciously similar. Satan's eyes are green. Lucifer's eyes are red. Lucifer wears gloves, and Satan does not. Even their stances mirror each other with their own variations. Lucifer has his right hand on his hip and Satan has his left hand on his hip (maybe it's the other way around lol idk). Lucifer has his other hand on his chest while Satan has his in the air. Even their resting faces are the same, although this might just be the face the om devs like to use. Lucifer has peacock feathers plastered all over his outfit, but there's not a single hint of Satan's animal

The rest I have to say is reaching, but still noticed while comparing them. Satan is wearing a white undershirt and Lucifer is wearing a black one. Lucifer is not wearing a tie, or bowtie. Satan has the most extravagant tie I have ever seen. Lucifer's pants are cuffed, Satan's are not. Lucifer's shoes have a heel, shoelaces, and are considered dress shoes. Satan's shoes are none of these things, and are most likely a casual shoe. With their outfits, dress shoes are in order, but why Satan isn't wearing some are strange. Lucifer has that overcoat, jacket thing and Satan isn't wearing a jacket, or is wearing that sweater over the button up if you want to count that. Satan, belt and pockets. Lucifer, no pockets and no belt.

I could literally go on forever about how much I adore the detail placed into the character designs. If I see something I missed, I'll come back and add onto this post

here are their demon forms if you want to see it for yourself! I can and will pick apart everyone else's character designs too hehe

random side note, just found out Satan has a tail hole that seems very specifically placed in his shirt lol which means his tail starts higher than I anticipated

[nervousalpacahologram]

The Fish Theory

I'm Making this post so I can either be proven right or wrong when the DLC Comes out.

In Elden Ring, there's a suspicious hole in the story. That hole is perplexingly mermaid-shaped.

When Godwyn is found in game, something's happened to him. He's become gargantuan, twisted, stuck in the pose of his death and staring listlessly out into the darkness of the Deeproot Depths.

He's also a mermaid.

Why?

One could chock this up to a cool design decision, invoking the Ningen and the other aquatic imagery associated with Those Who Live In Death (Boats, Scales, Fins, Stagnation, Flies, etc). His head resembles a clam, and his hair is matted like it's wet. He has a tail, scaled and mermaid like. This could all just be a cool design.

But Fromsoft, the ones who put staggering amounts of detail into random pieces of iconography, building techniques, and even the road tiling to denote who created it and why, are not one to toss something into a game for it to look cool.

There has to be a reason Godwyn looks like that.

I personally believe that Godwyn was always this fish monster, and never a regular Demigod.

My Evidence:

1: Godwyn's face is never shown.

"But there's paintings of most characters!"

Not Godwyn.

"But the Statue of him cradling Miquella and Malenia!"

There's no confirmation that this is Godwyn. it may very well be Messmer, given his relationship to fire, his descendancy of Marika and/or Radagon, and his neat fit into the Butterfly Theory (Miquella=Nascent, Malenia=Aeonian, Messmer=Smoldering). Again, no confirmation.

"But we see him in the Intro and the cinematic trailer!"

That I will give you, however there is precedence on how this could be subverted. In the shot of him dead:

His face is obscured by shadows and hair, purposefully keeping him anonymous. And yet, a power of the Golden Lineage, demonstrated by Morgott and Mohg, is to project versions of themselves elsewhere:

(Godfrey even displays this to a lesser extent, with the golden clone of him in Leyndell.)

I believe that images of Godwyn and his appearances in the Lands Between are projections of him.

In every shot of Godwyn, you never see his face fully or his legs at all. Both are obscured, and even the shot of his eye only shows the barest hints of skin, which could be the more alive version of his clam-head skin. His forearms, where the fins grow out of in his Prince-of-Death form, are even suspiciously covered up. The skin of the Prince-of-Death is even the same as the head, so no contradictions in skin color there.

My final piece of evidence is this:

All of Queen Marika's children are cursed.

I'm talking specifically of Marika, and not the ones descended from Radagon taking charge. Morgott and Mohg are Omens. Miquella, Malenia, and Messmer are cursed or appear to possess unnatural features (Eternal youth, rot, serpentine characteristics). Ranni, Radahn, and Rykard appear perfectly fine.

So why does Godwyn appear normal, when none of his borthers or sisters do?

I think Godwyn was born as this mermaid-thing, or at least partially. He was born in the Age of Plenty, a time close to the Crucible, and may have inherited inhuman characteristics. But perhaps they were more easily covered-up, or perhaps he could project a version of himself that was more human, or maybe he simply wore a Mimic Veil.

This could explain his alliance with the Ancient Dragons, also creatures of the Crucible. It could explain why Deathroot confers aquatic features on those it effects, instead of the more avian features already associated with Death in the form of the Twinbird: Godwyn, already cursed, is the source of these appearences.

Godwyn doesn't look like that because of the Deathroot, Those Who Live In Death and those infected by Death look like that because of Godwyn.

[weebsinstash]

Do you think Vox can make his fingers/dick vibrate? 🤔 And if he can switch out body parts, can he exchange his dick for different models? I feel like if he can do the latter, he's insecure enough to give himself a monster cock 😂

Oh no so it's like, absolutely canon. I don't care if the Instagram accounts aren't deemed official canon anymore because there are definitely certain aspects which are absolutely still in character or could be used as a reference and there was a post exactly about this subject

One of the old Valentino Twitter posts was something about how Vox had smashed Val's TV in a rage and had bought him a new one to replace it, and Valentino commented several things along the lines of "compensating much?" (it was a large tv) and "good thing it doesn't vibrate or I would have a new boyfriend 🤭" outright confirming Vox can vibrate

Pair that with Viv commenting that Vox tops Val because he is LITERALLY TOO INSECURE TO BOTTOM and I think it's basically guaranteed that Vox has stuff he does to his dick in terms of either making it bigger or idk maybe he was spare parts he swaps out. We don't really know the full potential of his body, or even if we are overassuming what he can do. Perhaps just because he modernized his head does not actually mean he can customize his entire body, however I think the ability to do so would fit the narrative of his character: a narcissistic showman personality who craves the limelight and attention and yearns to be seen and adored and staying relevant to the point he loses his own personal identity and even his physical body in pursuit of constantly innovating to try and keep views and keep expanding and making more and more money.

It really depends on his reasons for what he does. Is the money just a bonus, and it's more about the recognition, or is it a combination of several things? Is Vox mostly just insecure, or is he genuinely on that Capital At All Costs grindset?

Either way it's basically guaranteed that this man gave himself a dick upgrade and you cannot convince me of anything else. Seeing people's ideas for what his junk looks like is also fun too. Someone contact the specific subset of the Transformers fandom where it was a trend to design what their hypothetical disks would look like and people were putting neon strip lights along the glans and shit, have some of them get in on this.

You think Vox has like, a drawer or a cabinet full of dicks. Would he collect/commission dicks of different styles until he has like a collection, like he's got a miniature bad dragon marketplace in his closet. Obviously we can have our "calculated CEO menace" stories but we could, in theory, also have "this guy is actually kind of a little freak and develops an unhealthy obsession with trying to see how well you could take all his favorite 'attachments'".

Also just a special shout out to the artists who give him little like, feet pawsies, or shark features like a dorsal fin or sometimes a tail because 😭❤️ idk it's just cute that's it post over now

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Heya, this is a somewhat specific Glitchy Red x GN! reader request (romantic or platonic; I don't really have a preference). Feel free to ignore this if it happens to be overwhelming.

So, Glitchy Red. We all know him: a vengeful sentient glitch designated wrong by his creator and left to be forgotten and replaced by the next generation. He's nothing but a lone sentient trapped in the endless sea of mindless NPCs whose purpose is to be controlled by a player.

And then we have a streamer!reader who acts like Failboat: a chaotic, happy-go-lucky, and slightly unhinged individual whose humor can be described as morally questionable. It doesn't help that their chat relentlessly takes (light-hearted) jabs at them and gives them Ls every time they mess something up in the game, as well as having a random obsession with Gex the Lizard.

What if Glitchy Red somehow faceplanted into the Pokémon Violet game and meets streamer!reader, who was doing a Nuzlocke? Maybe Red has a one-sided dislike of them until he grows to tolerate them without realizing it.

I got inspired by this video and one of the works you did, fdgdrsgdgdrg ( https://youtu.be/DQsfj3gvd9I and https://clanwarrior-tumbly.tumblr.com/post/702954957291372544/been-binge-reading-your-poke-pasta-stuff-i-dont )

Omg I wish I discovered Failboat sooner bc that nuzlocke video you showed me was hilarious

THANK you for it <333333

.........

"Yes! We caught the Salandit! Sorry I took you away from your family, bud..but you're mine now. This one's a male but it's fine. He doesn't need to be a Salazzle to be strong and beautiful. All he needs is a name..any ideas, guys?"

Looking to the chat for a brief moment, you saw new comments already flooding in, your viewers throwing out several names you could give your newly-acquired companion (who was likely going to be "sacrificed" at some point).

You've been doing livestreams of the Nuzlocke challenge throughout your gameplay of Pokémon Violet. And while you finished the main game without having to start over, you decided to try your hand at the Teal Mask DLC.

You were still early in the story, but you wanted to take your time with it, focusing on catching one 'mon in each area.

With Salandit as the first you came across, you allowed your viewers to name him, and fortunately an overwhelming majority of them already had one figured out:

"Gex!"

"Gex the lizard!!"

"Who tf is Gex???"

"OMG haven't heard that name in years!!"

"IT'S TAIL TIME!!!"

"I like Gex"

"Okay, Gex it is!" Grinning from ear-to-ear, you named Salandit before sending him out to "kill" all the other wild unsuspecting Pokémon. You just laughed, happy to see your son going out and wrecking havoc and destruction...

Until you accidentally made him target a stronger Pokémon that sent his health into the red zone.

"Gex wore itself out and came back to you!" The message popped up as the poor lizard scurried back to your side, and you restored his health.

Your viewers, meanwhile, were spamming the comments with a single letter.

"L"

"L"

"L"

"L"

"L"

"Oh stop it, you guys." You shook your head, amused. "I misclicked.... you gotta give me a break."

They kept coming regardless, so you put your strongest Pokémon as the first member of your party, deciding to battle a nearby trainer: one of the festival kids, as they were called.

Never before have you had an easier time doing a Nuzlocke run in this game--considering it's entirely free roam and you weren't forced into battles by making eye contact. The only issue was that the level-scaling was odd, and you've lost some treasured Pokémon along the way due to being so unprepared.

Of course, this challenge didn't come without you having to make some sacrifices.

Luckily you only ran into that issue with one gym leader who was more overleveled than you expected, but even then your viewers were relentless with their Ls, skull emojis, and the like.

Now that you've accomplished becoming champion, defeating the titans, besting Team Star, and saving all of Paldea from ecological doom.....you got to relax a little in this DLC.

Hopefully you wouldn't lose anyone by the end of it.

.........

"Oof I definitely could use this Pokémon...and the XP candies. What do you guys think? I'm in a new area so it counts."

"Do it!"

"YESSS"

"No they have to be in the wild!!!"

"What about no overleveled pkmn?"

"Oh, c'mon..it's three stars." You huffed at the last comment you read, shaking your head. "That ain't overleveled. Lemme see who can knock them out in one hit, hang on.."

Backing out of the tera raid menu for a moment, you looked at your roster, before checking your boxes for any "living" Pokémon who could take out the raid boss instantly.

But right as you found the perfect one, you noticed the sky glitching in the background, and after closing out of the menu....something rather bizarre happened:

A brief flicker of light in the sky, followed by an unknown entity falling to the earth. It looked like a person surrounded by glitchy particles--like the ones you'd see in old video games.

Of course, you knew Violet was notorious for its many broken animations and whatnot, but that was new.

You've never seen an NPC glitch like that before.

"Did ya'll see that? I'm gonna check that out really quick.."

Now completely ignoring the comments of confusion, you called out Miraidon to go investigate.....whatever you just saw. You had it speed towards the location, thinking that the mystery entity would despawn by the time you got there.

Luckily, it didn't, but you quickly realized it wasn't some Pokémon or even a trainer who belonged in this DLC.

In fact, he resembled the very first Pokémon protagonist:

Red, although this one had black spiky hair and didn't look anything like the lean kid trainer he was in previous generations.

Even so, this certainly gave you a whiplash of memories..as you recalled doing a Sun/Moon Nuzlocke challenge and were pleasantly surprised to see Red in the game.

And even before that, you did a Gold/Silver/Crystal Nuzlocke and almost lost horribly to him.

Yep..fun times, indeed.

"No way...it's Red again, guys! This is--oh shit, whoops."

A cutscene was triggered, although you swore that you didn't press any buttons. But you passed it off as your excitement over the thought of unlocking a hidden secret in this DLC getting out of hand.

Yet that happiness wore off and became replaced by a feeling of....nervousness.

Especially when you saw "Red's" expression.

He looked nothing short of menacing. Of course, he was usually a silent trainer and held a stoic demeanor...however this iteration of him almost appeared angry, for some reason. A dark shadow was hiding both of his eyes, even as he stared directly at you.

No, not at your player character who was standing off to the side.

But you, the player themselves

For a few moments nothing happened, and you thought the game was broken.

Then a dialogue box popped up, with "Glitchy Red" being the name above it, outright confirming your suspicions.

"Where am I?"

Normally, you would be able to respond with one of two prompts. But the box on the right side of the screen only had blank spaces in them, so you didn't know which one to choose.

You had no time to pick, as they quickly glitched out of existence, and Red shook his head.

"Forget it. I already know the answer...I'm in another goddamn prison." He stared at his hands with a bitter-looking gaze. "Why was I brought here? Why am I....in 3D?"

Besides from his swearing catching you off-guard, you were genuinely perplexed by everything else he was saying--especially the fact that he seemed self-aware, apparently speaking directly to you and able to influence your game.

"Is anyone else seeing this? Chat...?" You muttered, briefly glancing to the chatroom, knowing your viewers HAVE to be freaking out over this-

But there were no comments.

They've all suddenly gone offline due to an "internet connection" issue, and the viewer count was at zero. Even though you were still recording, nobody else was joining the stream.

It was just you and him.

"Sorry, I don't like to be watched."

Looking back at the dialogue box, your eyes widened as you read his response. 'How did he know I was doing a livestream? Is this something new from Gamefreak...? Did I get a bootleg copy of Violet?'

"I can't believe this jerk sabotaged my stream-"

"I can hear you, y'know."

"....w-wait..seriously??" You adjusted your headphones and the mic, seeing him nod. "How can you do that? And why are you in my game?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out."

"..I feel like I'm going crazy. Am I going crazy-?"

"Enough questions. I'LL be asking them from now on."

Without warning, Glitchy Red turned to your character and put his hand around their throat, as though attempted to strangle them. Much to your horror, they didn't react with any emotion whatsoever...although upon making physical contact with them, their body began glitching.

It was the same particles he had around himself.

For some reason, you began feeling an intense pressure on your own neck, and you put a hand to it, eyes wide.

'What kind of voodoo shit is this?!'

"So this is what they replaced me with, huh?" He cocked his head to the side, grimacing. "It's bad enough that brown-eyed kid did, but...what generation is this?"

You snapped out of your shocked state, fearing that he'll end up corrupting your whole save file if you made him any angrier. 'I better play it cool and just answer him...'

"You're in um...Generation 9. Pokémon Violet."

"....Gen 9? I've skipped over that much? Interesting...who the hell is this, then?"

"M-My player character. Pokémon's come a long way, so now we can uh...customize our protagonists and change their looks entirely."

"...I see." He let go of your character, who thankfully stopped glitching, before his gaze went to Miraidon. "What the hell...this thing is a Pokémon, too?"

"Believe it or not, yeah. It helps me get around the map waaay faster" You chuckled as he stared at the futuristic dragon type with curiosity. "If I can tell you one thing about it...it loves sandwiches. Just say "sandwich" and see how it reacts!"

He just scowled at you, not appreciating your sudden cheeriness. "Does it look like I'm in the mood for jokes?"

"What? No, it's not a-"

"Then tell me everything about this game, and don't give me any useless crap."

.......

Glitchy Red ended up tagging along in your character's adventures throughout Kitakami. But it was really just him listening to you explain the game in further detail, alongside showing him how battles work.

Obviously, he was very much new to this generation given he was from an ancient bootlegged version of Red, so you had a lot to share. He seemed flabbergasted by fairy types, tera raids, etc..although you did remind him that he wanted you to tell him everything.

His only response was a scowl and making the Pokémon you wanted to catch flee, but you expressed no hard feelings.

In fact, you became less terrified and more thrilled that you were actually speaking to a video game character--and what luck you had for it to be Red, of all people! (despite this version being a grumpy sentient glitch who acted like YOU put him in here)

At some point, the chatroom came back online and your viewers returned, expressing concerns about why you went offline out of nowhere.

However the tone immediately shifted to Glitchy Red the moment they noticed him on-screen, and the comments practically exploded..or at least for a short time:

"Red????"

"Is that Red?"

"Did u unlock a secret character??"

"OMG GLITCHY RED FROM FNF???"

"Wtf hes not from fnf bro"

The flood didn't last long as he forced the comments to switch off, and he made it clear that he didn't want them on again. And he demanded that you stopped recording, too.

He accused you of trying to "use" him for entertainment...which spiraled into him ranting over being in a similar situation back in his old game where he had no choices and was forced to see things he didn't wish to (and even projecting onto your own character a little, too).

It caused him pain and nobody cared, he said.

But now?

Now that he has more power, free will, and the knowledge that he's no longer any player's character to control, he felt liberated.

Of course, he was angry about not being totally free from the video game realm..but this was better than being stuck in that broken cartridge.

He'd rather die than go back to it.

With all that's happened, he thought you would've been more scared of him and what he could do, or even angry that he sabotaged your livestream and messed up your experience with the DLC.

Yet you seemed totally unbothered by his presence now.

You were actually....happy to talk to him, and he didn't know what to make of this. So he just acts completely disinterested, his scowl never leaving his face as he judges pretty much everything you do.

He does, however, start to see the slightly "darker" side to your cheery attitude as you explain the general rules of Nuzlocke challenges--and the ones you've set up for yourself in Violet.

All the while, you're letting Gex mercilessly crush an outbreak of Cutieflies, laughing and praising him for his "kills".

As Glitchy Red watches, he suddenly wonders if you really have gone crazy...and it amuses him a little.

After spending some time progressing through the story, you began to notice that he disappears during the normal cutscene and doesn't disrupt them in any way. He could have easily ruined your first experience with the DLC.

Yet..he stayed out of the way.

His excuse was that he kept "fighting with the code", but you didn't buy it.

He was growing soft...although obviously you weren't going to say that to him.

............

After attending the festival of masks and meeting Ogerpon, you decided to set up a picnic somewhere near Oni Mountain. It was the perfect spot where you could see the other areas of Kitakami.

With your character wearing a jinbei and their own mask, you called out all six of your Pokémon, allowing them to run, play, and sleep.

At that same time, Glitchy Red showed up on-screen. And you were surprised to see him wearing his own red jinbei, along with a Pikachu mask.

Of course, you should have expected that.

"Nice outfit, Red." You chuckled. "I'm stuck with the green one, unfortunately."

"I had to datamine for this..and yet you tout about "customization" like it's the game's best feature.." He scoffed.

"Never said it was, but anyways..." You pressed ZR to summon a ball for your Pokémon to play with, smiling as they did so. "I gotta take care of these guys."

"Is that what you're doing?" Sitting on the bench at the table, Glitchy Red looked all around, watching your character interact with each of them. He noticed the hearts over their heads, prompting an eyebrow raise.

You didn't answer him, instead cleaning the dirt off Miraidon and watching the electric/dragon type shake itself dry, looking happy before it went back to taking a snooze.

Then he notices your character scrubbing soap onto Miraidon, before washing it off with a showerhead. The electric/dragon type growled happily as it shook off the water, a little music note over its head.

"What's the point of doing all of that?"

"To restore their HP, gain XP, and boost friendship levels." You explained. "I try to raise that as much as possible, because if you're best friends with your Pokémon..there's a chance they can survive a fatal hit. The game likes to say they don't want me "feeling sad"."

"...but if they were burned or poisoned, it would be useless." He remarked.

"True, but it's saved me a lot during my Nuzlocke run of the main game's story."

"I suppose it did...why do they name it after a Nuzleaf, though?"

You shrugged. "No clue. I just saw the challenge trending again and decided to hop on it."

".....you've been taking my presence rather well." He pointed out, his eyes becoming more visible now that his shadow wasn't as prominent. "At this point, they usually abandon me, or try to destroy the game...or send it to someone else begging THEM to destroy it."

"Well rest assured, I don't plan on doing any of those three things." Leaning back in your chair, you sighed. "I'll admit, I read a story like yours once as a little kid and it scared the hell out of me...."

He scowled darkly, which was a rather humorous contrast to the smiling Pikachu on his mask.

"...but now that I've gotten to know you better, I..do wanna say I'm sorry you've been treated that way for so long. It must've been lonely for you."

Then his gaze softened, and he looked down at the ground, shoulders slumped. "It was...hearing the same NPCs repeat the same damn lines over and over again was like torture. I kept wondering...why me? Why did I have to be the only one to wake up?"

"I don't know, Red..." You frowned slightly, hating to see him this way, although you perked up after getting an idea. "But I do know what'll cheer you up."

Glitchy Red looked back up at you. "What could you possibly have in mind? Don't tell me it's a stupid sandwich-"

"Agiaaas?"

Hearing the soft growl of Miraidon, he turned to see it now sitting in front of him, staring as though patiently waiting to be fed. And for a moment he seemed genuinely startled, still forgetting that he could be perceived by the Pokémon in this world.

It was actually kinda nice.

Although he abstained from petting it, fearing that he could accidentally corrupt it with his glitches, the legendary didn't seem to mind it one bit.

Instead, it just curled up at his feet, little bubbling z's floating over its head as it fell fast asleep.

'I guess it really does like the word 'sandwich'..'

"Why don't I show you the art of sandwich-making in this game, Red?" Your character went over to the table. "I'll tell you how this makes Shiny hunts easier...but you gotta promise not to laugh at my stacking skills."

For a second or two, he didn't say anything.

Then he stood up and put his mask off to the side of his head a little bit more, allowing you to fully see his face.

He seemed more relaxed, barely holding back a smile.

"I can't make any promises, but show me. I'd like a Shiny Pikachu."

[al9ayf]

ᥫ᭡ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 | raphael x f!reader

ʚ PART ONE

PART 2

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｡˚ summary: after you dream a prophecy about raphael’s soon-to-be born son, the cambion has difficulty believing it will be his child rather than himself.

avernus had neither sun nor stars nor day and night. the sky is a constant, blood-red light that suffuses the air. it was a bright sky. yet the boudoir was drenched in shadows, both still and moving. flakes of ash and fire drifted upward from a brazier that was far from the lavish bed. the large, heavy, dark red curtains with hand-embroidered designs were pulled closed and now the room that was usually lively became dark and silent. water from the tap dripped quietly into the filled bath, but its sound was indistinguishable from the crackling fire.

raphael was silent save for the sound of his light breathing. he was waiting, watching, you. you who likes the room to be dark except for the two lit braziers each time he lays with you. and he does not do it out of the kindness of his heart. he does it because you have been such a good servant. since the day you have worked for him, you have not disappointed him. not once. for every order he gives you, he eagerly awaits for your return to see if you have failed. to see if one day you will drop to your knees in front of him and deliver him such bad news. to see tears cascade down your cheeks as you beg for his mercy and forgiveness. and each time you come back with a faint smile the fantasy in his head fades to dust.

but each night he greets you with a charming smile that traps you. each night he sees the love and adoration you have for him in your eyes. he has seen it many times before in other people, but with you it is different. it is not a love for his power and body, but for him specifically. admittedly, he has not once fallen in love with anyone. he does not have the need or time to. but when you look at him with such beautiful eyes, waiting for his praise and open arms, maybe he could feel what love is—if love is a similar feeling to possession. you are his. you know you are. for each time he gives you that charming smile and soft praise, there is that underlying tone in his voice that reminds you of your place. you may lay with him and haarlep, and sometimes be allowed to share the bed for a night's rest, but you are nothing more than a toy.

but you do not care. you are reminded of your place each time you wake up and he treats you like his most favored servant rather than a queen. you hope for it to be more than that, but the devil doesn’t share power. never will he share a throne with you. never will he share his love with you. you know, you must know, and yet there is still that hope that he will reciprocate your feelings. all you do is right and have never once let him down. you pleasure him well and do what he tells you to do. you dress in a fashion more suited to his tastes and wear cherry-scented ouds. so tonight when he looks down upon your face with molten-golden eyes and an expression so soft it was unfamiliar, you thought for so long that maybe, just maybe, that hope has finally arrived.

you have never seen his expression so still and soft. his eyes, such beautiful embers of fire, were relaxed. his soft lips were not twitched up into that devilish smirk. his body was relaxed atop the silk sheets and comfortable. even in his hellish form, he did not appear like the devil to you. you don’t mind the four horns on his head and his skin that is too warm to the touch. you don’t mind the ridges that mark his body and claws, even the tail and sharp teeth. he’s still the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes on, and he will remain the man you would sacrifice your life for. even if his affections are not true, they are coming from him. you do not care for the life you left behind to be in his service. each waking moment with him is a blessing. a moment you hope never ends.

your manicured hand reached up to touch his cheek with the back of it. each moment of touching him is pure bliss. to have the privilege of being able to roam your hands freely around his body only when he permits you. you don’t look away from his gaze. he’s watching you, waiting for you to say something. but you do not want to speak. you want to live in this rare moment forever. his patience for you is thick and you have enough of a window to still be with him however you like before he snaps. and you promise you’re good, you promise, but sometimes upsetting him just to be with him longer is worth it. just so he doesn’t wave you off as usual so fast. you want to be with him every second.

raphael is confused when you don’t say anything. you had woken up undisturbed moments ago, out of breath. he was at his desk writing when you suddenly rose, and when you reached for him and begged for him to sit with you on the bed, he obliged. at times you had dreams. at times you spoke in riddles, and at first, he thought of you as queer. but when he listened more and realized that what you were saying predicted an event that would happen, he took an interest in you even more. so a dream was the most interesting thing you could do. so he allowed you to relax for a little before speaking. but you were silent for too long, and his patience was wearing thin the longer you stared into his eyes and caressed his cheek.

his brow lifted and that soft expression was gone. you quietly gasped as it suddenly left and almost frowned, but reminded yourself that his soft side never stays forever. you had irritated him, and you knew just from that simple expression. raphael was a man who had many things to say, but with you, he was unusually quiet. he enjoyed studying you. the way you spoke, your mannerisms, your body language—everything. he was fascinated by such a simple yet complicated creature.

before you could irritate him any further, you sat up a little more to reach him and softly kissed his lips. your body was cool to the touch, and raphael swore that he felt a burn from your cold lips coming into contact with his own. as you moved away, you struggled to move even further than just a few centimeters. you looked up at raphael through thick lashes and now his whole expression had changed, as well as his demeanor. you begged him silently for one more kiss. one last touch of his. and without a word, he moved down and returned your kiss. you eagerly kissed back with more passion, and he even matched yours. before anything could escalate, he gently pushed you away from him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. you watched him with those big eyes of yours.

you were tired, it was obvious to raphael. the way your eyes would occasionally droop but you were awake enough to finally speak.

“i dreamt of your son,” your voice is quiet and airy, the complete opposite of his.

raphael takes a moment to look down at your exposed body. your stomach is slightly round. your pregnancy was bound to happen from the amount of times you have laid together, raw. you had just started your second trimester earlier that week, yet he remembers the first day you told him of the news. he did not react the way you hoped he would. the way you envisioned he would. instead, he was cold and waved you off. yet you did not cry. you carry raphael’s child, but unless this baby proves itself to be half of the devil he is, then he will start to care. until then, it is nothing. though, he will make the experience of carrying his child more comfortable for you. you will remain at the house and do less dangerous jobs. anything else is up to you, but he knows that you still will ask for his advice and counsel on things you should and should not do.

tonight was different though. when you had woken it wasn’t a sense of dread or urgency that took over your body, but excitement and curiosity. raphael was intrigued, and now the dream of your son was beyond what he would have imagined.

“he is the prince that was promised.”

the prince that was promised? raphael studies the look on your face. there is no typical expression. your eyes glimmer in the glow of the fire and your lips are unmoving though slightly apart. you look happy but bear no happy look on your face. all you are doing now is awaiting his response. but he has no response. he has never heard of this term before, yet you speak of it as if he himself has talked to you about it before.

raphael finds himself at a loss for words. the prince that was promised would be his mortal son? barely half a devil? he wants to believe you as a liar. he almost grimaces at you. he can feel his eyes narrowing and lips twitching down, nose scrunched up. but he catches himself. you do not lie. you do not cheat. so why would you try to trap him now? when he has had you trapped in his mercy since the beginning. he leans in and touches your hair softly, twirling a strand in between his claws. your breath catches in your throat.

“tell me, my little mouse…” he says. his voice is sweet and deep to your ears, each word a moan and tingle. you could hear him speak for eternity, whether it be nasty or sweet things. as long as he did not keep his mouth shut, you would be satisfied. “what is this prince that was promised?”

he places his free hand on your stomach and rubs slow circles on it, eliciting a comforting sigh from your parted lips. “i have not read such a thing that sounds so… prophetic. powerful.” he continues.

“my lord, forgive me,” you place your hand on top of his and caress the back of it with your thumb. your voice grows thick with nervousness. “i was hoping you would know what it means—what this prophecy entails. i’m afraid i have never heard of it before…”

the instant he stops moving his hand is when you grab onto it. not so tight but yet a good grip on his much larger hand. you don’t want him to move away from you, not so soon. he lets go of the piece of your hair and holds your chin in his hands. you lean into his touch like a cat, not caring that it is a little tighter than usual.

“do not sound so hopeful then if you do not know what this prophecy is,” he leans his face closer to yours, nose now scrunched up as he shows you his anger. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and goosebumps run up your spine. yet you do not make a face or jump. you hold your ground and grip around his hand. “i am no king—“

“yet!” you cut him off. you have never stopped his monologue before, but you could not let him undermine this gift of yours. the telling of a prophecy. “the adventurers are nearing baldur’s gate where you will greet them with a generous offer, my lord. the promise of the hammer in exchange for the crown. what more could they hope for? what more could they ask?“

your breathing is heavier. raphael notices it immediately and he is annoyed by it. he pushes away from you and lets go, yet you still cling to his hand, forgetting for just a moment that he is your master. he sees a look of desperation in your eyes. it’s almost pitiful. but he slaps your hand away and before you can even process what is happening he is already gripping your chin again, but now holding your cheeks with it to squeeze your lips together.

“i do not need reassurance from anyone, let alone you,” he spits. “i will not be denied by likes of fools! they will take my deal, and they will sign their name on this bloody contract. it’s all a matter of if they can survive the rest of their journey. but for now…”

he pushes your head to the side as he lets go of your face. you touch where his hand had warmed your jaw, and do not say anything. he is still staring at you.

“that boy will be the prince of the ashes and not the prince that was promised.”

he then stays quiet to hear what you will say. whether it would anger him or not, he was always interested in what you were saying. but he had scared you, he knew, and yet even from his harsh grip on you he still can see that sparkle in your eyes as you feel that lasting warmth. an obsession with him, you had. an obsession unhealthy that he enjoyed you worshipping him like a god.

the longer he burned his gaze into you, the more nervous you got. you were looking down at the silk sheets, and distracted yourself in its beautiful design to get your mind off what just happened. but you mustered up the courage to look back at him and continue speaking. “i feel it. it’s in the air. the prophecy is one of good meaning, my lord. you will get the crown sooner than you think. you will.”

and with that, you do not speak again. raphael knows that is all you will say on the matter, and he could press you for more information but does not. you do not know more than a feeling of good and the name, and now he has more work to do. he grants you one last kiss and leaves the comfort of his bed, allowing you to sleep there and even have the privilege to lay with haarlep if you like. but he had enough of remaining in the dark about this prophecy. raphael leaves the boudoir and heads into his archive where he spots korrilla speaking with the archivist.

as he commands her to find more information about this prince that was promised, he finds himself thinking about the dream and circumstance you found yourself in. you might have felt positive about it being his son, but in his heart, raphael did not feel the same. the dream could not have been all that clear or precise. you did not tell him what exactly you dreamed of, and he gets upset that he did not press you any further. but it did not matter now, or not anymore anyway. as korrilla poofs away to start her search for more information about the prince, raphael sits on a plush chair by a mountain of books and picks up the top one that has been laid open. the crown of karsus.

the next day raphael finds himself in the devil’s den with the adventurers, discussing the deal of hammer and crown. and to his calculated plan, the deal was made. he was confident in it, too confident one might say. but the devil has a charming smile and underlying tactics. he will not be denied.

days after the initial deal, raphael is with korrilla in the archive again. this time he holds a red book in his hands. it bears no name and no author, yet it is heavy and old. older than himself. he looks down at korrilla who is smirking up at him.

“where did you find this?”

“in the possession of your most favorite client,”she says. “they obtained it from the vault of sorceries sundries.”

he turns his attention back to the book. so it is authentic, he thinks to himself. he thanks korrilla for her service and waves her off, not saying another word. the book has an intense feeling coming from it. its words, written in a language so old raphael surprised himself by even knowing it. however sorcerous sundries obtained this book was by no means difficult, and now it was in his hands. he reads the story of a prophesied leader who will bring a new dawn; a new era with a power so great no mortal can wield it. a ruler that would never face their end. and this ruler would be his son who is more mortal than fiendish?

he hears the doors of the archive open and the sound of your light footsteps approaching where he is sitting. he is still reading and is not bothered by your sudden presence. instead, you are exactly where you need to be. together, you will uncover this prophecy, but alone, he will find it to completion. once you stand mere meters away from him, raphael stops his reading momentarily to see what you are doing. your fingers are in a dance as you wait for him to acknowledge you. you do not want to interrupt his reading not knowing that you already have.

“has korrilla told the news to you already, little mouse?” he asks in an endearing tone. “or were you perhaps watching me for a while now?”

“i apologize, my lord,” you say. “i was only interested in the prophecy. if i may?”

he allows you to read with him, but it is more listening to him read it aloud for you do not understand the old language. to hear about the prince that was promised. a bleeding star will herald the coming of the prince, accompanied by the promise of a weapon powerful enough to help destroy an oncoming threat. only then will the prophesied leader obtain full power. the power of being a ruler—a god. raphael swiftly shuts the book, overwhelmed with what he just read. and this will be his child? nonsense. his breathing is a little heavy and he stands up quickly. have you dreamt wrong? the crown will soon end up in his hands if the mortals play their cards right, and it will be months before this child is born. will there be another threat? a usurpation once raphael gains his throne? it will be years before the boy will be even half the devil he is.

he looks down at you to see that you are smiling at him. you still believe that it will be the child forming in your stomach, but raphael is not staying convinced much longer. hours later, raphael calls you into the boudoir. the curtains are left open and there are no lit braziers. he strips you of your clothes and lays with you again, this time not as rough as the last. he does not know why he lies with you suddenly. you have done nothing of the sort to deserve this, but you do not care. every moment in his embrace is a gift. and no matter the circumstance, it is always a pleasure to have him near, especially with his hands on you. you love him.

raphael falls asleep beside you hours later and dreams a dream he never thought possible.

he stands in a large palace filled with great statues of gargoyles. steel doors opened up to endless hallways with countless more doors. each corridor is different from the previous one, but one thing stays certain about them all. it is endless. raphael frantically runs through them hoping to find an exit. and after what felt like years of opening doors, one large door stood at the end of a dark hallway. shadows of a great threat danced underneath the crack. yet he pursued it. and as he stood in front of such a menacing thing, he heard only fire on the other side. no voices or crackling of a great fire. only pure silence.

he threw open the doors and saw his son, mounted on a throne as black as helldusk armor. fire glimmered red and orange through the narrow eye slit of his helm. raphael lifted his polished black visor. the face within was his own.

raphael woke to the sound of crying.

his eyes traveled to where the sound was coming from. there, on the balcony floor, he found you in the nude clutching your stomach. you turn to look at him when you hear the rustling of sheets, and for the first time, raphael’s fantasy has come true. you have failed at something. you had dropped to your knees at such bad news. he finally caught the sadness of your tears running down your cheeks. but you were not begging him for or of anything. you were not saying anything at all.

and for the first time in his long life, raphael shuddered from the look of a mortal’s eyes.

part 2 will come out later this week or the next

[st4rstudent]

Hey guys just another drawing of the thr- wait what happened to them.

(bonuses + notes under cut)

i've actually been sitting on these designs since september - october/november. The color are... subjective to change. I chose Mac and Winn's colors today. I think Winn's is fine but Mac's keeps throwing me off. Here's the first drawings I did for Mac and Winn.

I like to imagine they're in their own little department. Something to do with tech like an IT department (also to kind of play off of how they're not in the game but run a lot of important events outside of it). So they're not any cog type in specific (like boss, board, law, etc..etc).

Mac's a Macintosh 128k and Winn is just a computer mouse (the tail is supposed to be a little mouse pointer and those are wires in the back. Technically speaking, wires for mice are in the front by the scroll but we can get inaccurate here). Mac's screen can change colors and display options. Together they make the Matrix Team

Here's some Brian's that I did during class last semester. He was originally a mouse, but I found trying to design him was much more annoying than I thought. Then one day during class I had a beam of light hit into my head and made him a big. He's not specific or anything, I tried to do just a stereotypical bug (like how all dogs/cats in game are the same type). He has a triangular head to match his faceplate though :-] you could maybe imagine an ant if you'd like. I figure ants work like cogs in a machine.

The desk jockeys are there too! I haven't really drawn them, but they remain somewhat the same. Instead of being made by toons to look like cogs, they're now made by cogs to look like toons. They also can't teleport so it takes Brian 3x longer to get places, but do they act as multitoons kind of.

This is the only drawing I really have to show my design basis. And YES they are still taller than him because its funny. Ok I think that's all

[imnotjaesblog]

Come to Me Like, You'll Swallow Me Up

Starring: Yuta Nakamoto

Genre: Enemies to Lover, Angst, Smut (Dom.Yuta, Semi Sub Y/n). Fluff. Little of a slow burn.

Warning: Smoking, Choking, and Glass Breaking.

Words: 11k

MINORS DO NOT READ

Yuta paced back and forth in his chamber. His index finger tapped against his chin. He chewed on his bottom-lip heels rubbing against the red velvet carpet. The fire at the fireplace cracked lighting up the specific area of the room Yuta was away from. He anticipated your arrival in his bedroom. Wondering what you had done with so many other rooms.

Maybe you didn't choose his room because you knew where it was. You wanted to keep your distance from him because you disliked him. Yuta's bluntness always seemed to get him in trouble. Always so outspoken and two steps ahead of everyone else. What irked most people about him was his inability to care about what anyone else did or thought of him.

Accept right now. Now he wondered if you really truly disliked him. He got the overall vibe from you that you weren't interested, but then again there were times you remained in the room when he walked him. Your eyes followed his frame when he left or instead of leaving the room, you stayed to argue with him. Maybe that meant something, Yuta wasn't the best at expressing his emotions. He walked back to his window halting his pacing. It was bad for his head. It made him overthink and resulted in a very painful headache. He looked out the window promising to himself he'd get you to not be afraid of him. That was the conclusion he came to. Like most people, you were scared of him. He didn't want that for himself or you. Not only for the transition to work but as someone who desired to even be your friend he didn't want you to be scared of him. Maybe there was a way to fix that, he just had to try.

And it's like the Gods were listening. When he looked down he saw you curiously disappearing into the Blood Maze. With wide eyes and a sudden rush, he fled his chambers and went down to find you before you got too far, lost in the Blood Maze.

When he ran down the stairs past the Golden Earth he ran to the golden gates in front of the Blood Maze. For the first time, no one was guarding them. He cursed to himself seeing the ajar open the gate. He ran down the small steps and pushed the gate open. Clouds covered the sunlight. The once bright morning had become a gloomy afternoon. It seemed to always rain more often than not ever since they moved here. At least it helped the garden.

You wondered endlessly around the Blood Maze following the sound of what was only known as a cry. The crying grew louder as you wandered through the maze searching for the person that cried a loud cry. It wasn't a cry of sadness, help, or pain. A cry of longing and loneliness. Your fingers touched the red bushes on the wall. "Hello!" you called searching endlessly throughout the long maze. "I am here to help you! Tell me where you are!" you shouted over the loud thunder. The roses once white covered in red only known as blood. As you picked up your pace you heard rustling behind you. You hadn't turned your head instead you kept running in the direction of the crying.

Meanwhile, Yuta was on your tail. He could smell your scent from miles away. He knew the direction you were going in. Thankfully running to the opposite end of the maze far from the building that connected to it. You were running into the West Wing courtyard where the blood fountain was placed.

Thunder could be heard from the skies above. Small raindrops that patted on leaves turned into large ones strong enough to break them from their branches. Yuta saw when you turned the corner. He knew you had to be chasing something. The maze was designed to draw you in. A sorcerer cursed it to hold the same abilities as the vampires. You felt a need to run towards it instead of away even when you knew you should. It worked in the vampire's favor. Able to draw in small animals to feast on, however, most humans who traveled in never returned. Which is why it was so heavily gated. You ran out of the maze rain pouring down your body. It poured so hard you tried to wipe your eyes to see but your vision was blurry from the added fog. You walked among the grass of the courtyard where you saw a light post. You hung to it looking around from the person you had heard crying. The crying had stopped and all you heard was the rain that plopped onto the black metal benches and on statues. The Foutain in the middle hidden by the fog began to overflow. Irene from afar had shut the blood that poured out draining the blood so the two would not mix.

Yuta stepped out of the maze searching for you. Hair and clothes sticking to him he worriedly searched. He knew the maze was no place for a human. It drains your energy, most humans went hours without realizing how long they traveled in the maze. When found your body limp on the light post he ran to you. He checked your face seeing your eyes half open. He cursed to himself swinging you over his shoulder and running to the nearest entrance. He stepped onto the glass floor feeling his legs wobble. It wasn't because of your size, he just hadn't had anything to eat yet. Irene and Yeri came to his side followed by Seulgi. They took you from his arms while Wendy and Joy carried him to his chambers so he may eat.

When you woke you jerked from your bed. Irene ran to your side but hadn't asked if you were okay. Her lips didn't move she just stared at you with concerned eyes. You looked into hers breathing rather heavily. Your heart raced a nightmare flowed through your slumber. Blood and death, caused not by the vampires but by you. You tried to shake your mind off the evil thoughts but couldn't. Seulgi came to your side with a glass of water. She handed it to you and you accepted in thanking her once you gulped it down. They also changed your clothes for you and fixed your hair. "Thank you," you said. Seulgi only nodded taking the cup from your hands. "I haven't had much time to thank you for everything you've done for me," You said to the three girls. Yeri smiled shaking her head waving her hand motioning to you that it was alright. These girls were already used to it.

"And if you don't mind me asking…" you trailed looking at each girl and then back at Irene who sat next to your bed. They all waited for you to speak. "Why is it that I've never heard you speak? You are all silent. I've never end heard you breathe. Are you vampires too?" you asked. Seulgi shook her head and smiled bringing a cool rag to your head. You gently pushed her hand away. "Why don't you speak?" you asked looking directly into her eyes. She sat back caught off guard by your boldness. Just as she was about to speak the door opened and Yuta came in.

"Y/n your awake," he said walking further inside the bedroom. He looked less pale than he did this morning, more refreshed. The three girls bowed leaving the room to just Yuta and you. He watched as they left. They closed the door behind them. You feel less comfortable sitting up on the bed you laid in. You cleared your throat as Yuta lit up a cigarette by the fireplace. Once it lit he walked back to you sitting in a chair not far from your bed. You eyed him from your spot.

"What? Mad that I didn't sit with you?" he teased cigarette between his teeth. You scoffed pushing the warm blanket past your legs and grabbing your phone. You hadn't checked your phone in days. When you opened it you saw so many missed calls and texts from Jeno. Eyes widened you opened them reading them to yourself.

May 6th, 2023 10:23 pm Jeno- I miss you

May 7th, 2023 3:09 am Jeno- I'm sorry if that was lame. I just miss you.

May 10th, 2023 7:12 am Jeno- I was thinking if it would be okay if I came over? There are some things I want to get off my chest.

May 10th, 2023 3:00 pm Jeno- Just forget it then. I wanted to fix things with you but this is exactly what I'm talking about.

May 11th, 2023 5:06 am Jeno- I'm sorry. Can we just talk?

May 15th, 2023 7:15 pm Jeno-I saw those flowers you like. Thought of you.

May 16th, 2023 Today at 1:02 am Jeno: If you want me to leave you alone just tell me. But if not please there's something I need to tell you. It's about those guys you hang out with. Read

Jeno-…

Jeno- I saw you read my texts. Please met me at our old spot. Read.

You went to answer but the sound of glass meeting the table followed by a loud sigh caught your attention. You turned to see Yuta's glass placed on the table and cigarette in his hand. He chuckled placing the cigarette down, a grin wide spread on his cheeks. "Pathetic," he said taking another puff. "What?" you asked. Yuta raised a brow at you, legs crossing over the other. "Are you that clueless or are you doing it on purpose?" he asked hand holding the cigarette motioning to you and then your phone. "He's begging for your attention not because he feels bad but because you won't bite. Yet here you are ready to respond," He says taking another swig of his drink.

You held your phone down. "How did you know it was him? Did you open my phone?" you asked turning as Yuta stood up from his seat. He shook his head pushing the chair in and standing at the end of the small table hand leaning on a chair. "I don't have to read your messages I can tell by your body language. By the look on your face and to be honest, your phone has gone off like crazy, and being that you two just broke up not too long ago, guilty by association it leads me to believe it's him," he said.

"Or am I wrong?" he asks. You roll your eyes and stick your phone in your pocket. Letting out a huff you decide you didn't want to argue with him again today. You made your way to the door ready to turn the knob until you felt a hand on your wrist. "What do you want from me Yuta?" you ask still focusing on the golden door knob. You don't move and neither does he. He keeps his hand over your wrist preventing you from turning the knob. "Am I wrong?" he asks again. "Wrong about what? Jeno? You already guessed correctly," you said back still turned to him. When you realize he won't let go you let out a frustrated sigh. "Look I don't know what you want from me but if this is how you plan to keep talking to me then this isn't gonna work. A friendship, relationship even us being friendly neighbors won't come true if you keep treating me this way," you say honestly but still avoided his eyes. He remained silent and listened to every word.

"You always tease me and make me feel so low. You say the most spine-chilling things sometimes and I don't understand why. Do you like people being scared of you? Do you like the fact that you are unapproachable? Listen, I know you have been very kind to me when it comes to me staying here and I have no right to tell you what to do or where to go in your own home but I will no longer let you talk to me like I'm one of your brothers. You can't scare me or boss me around like you do to them, okay?" You say holding back a few breaths just so you wouldn't overspill on your words. If you said too much he could use it against you later on to tease you or entice you to fight with him.

"I don't know how to speak with you. You are very complicated," he said eyes focused on the back of your head. You turned to face him and he stepped back but his hand still remained above yours. You didn't understand what he meant. You had been everything but complicated. You weren't submissive but you weren't rude or confusing. You never overcomplicated things so what was he talking about?

You scoffed. "Complicated? Are you even listening to yourself? You don't know me at all Yuta," You shook your head in disbelief. You let your head fall, and you felt the headache approaching. Taking your health into account you decided to pull your hand away and leave. You opened the door turning your head slightly. "I was looking forward to all of us becoming close. Maybe we can if You weren't so complicated," You said walking out into the hallway and closing the door behind you leaving Yuta alone.

You had found yourself in Doyoung's chamber which Jaehyun was in but left to take care of something. He left you alone with Doyoung which was a bit awkward. It had been a minute since you were both alone together.

"Doyoung," you said looking at him from the window where you sat. His nose which was once stuck in a book quickly turned up in your direction. "Yes?" he asked. You played with your fingers feeling the small frog in your throat. You were never this nervous around anyone, not even when you published your first book. You let out a breath avoiding his eyes and looked towards the sun that peeked through the gray clouds. "What's the real reason you haven't spoken to me?" you asked still keeping your eyes away from him. "I deserve to know," you said. Doyoung smiled setting the book down and coming in your direction. You stay on the bay window the velvet couch underneath you tickling your exposed skin from the new dress you were wearing. Doyoung came behind you sitting down and holding you in his arms. Your head lay pressed against his chest while you played with the hem of your yellow dress. He closed his eyes while he rest his arms around you. "I still think of you," he whispered softly into your ear. His warm breath fanning your neck. He smiled against your skin seeing the faint marks of his teeth on your neck just below your ear. "I want to spend all my time with you," he said lips dangerously close to your neck. "But your not only mine," he said.

You thought about his words. You turned your neck to face him hands over his arms. "You avoided me to give your brothers a chance?" you asked. His eyes were closed but he nodded. You turned back it all making sense now. No wonder Yuta sent you to Jaehyun that morning and not Doyoung. They took turns getting to know you and them instead of all at once. You widened your eyes realizing today might have been your day with Yuta. No wonder he didn't send you anywhere. There's nowhere else to go. Then you remembered the argument you two shared and slouch into Doyoung's arms. "What's the matter? he asked swaying side to side slowly with you in his arms. You sighed. "I fought with Yuta again. We can't seem to get along," You said. Yuta chuckled opening his eyes and feeling the slight burn from the sun. It faded once a cloud covered the bright star. "My brother had the hardest time dealing with people. You see he's had the saddest story of all of us. He isn't used to people loving him as much as they fear him," he said keeping you in his cool embrace.

"He doesn't exactly know how to deal with power. He's always had it. Once the leader of the thieves and now the eldest brother he's used to being in charge. He doesn't know what to do when something or someone more powerful is around him," he said. You sat up turning to face him hand on his chest. You raised a brow once you met his eyes. "So I'm complicated because I'm powerful? That doesn't make much sense," you said. Doyoung chuckled eyes now opened. He shrugged nodding his head. "When you put it that way it does not. He has no sense most times when he is dealing with someone like you. Remember you are the key to saving and ending his life, that is a lot of power to hold whether you realize it or not," he said making sure you understand the ability you had over all of them. They desired, trusted, and loved you, not only because you were you but because of the power you held. Which also made them just as scared of you as you were of them.

You knew what Doyoung meant. No questions needed to be asked he was clear as day. Yuta was sacred of you not you of him. I mean of course he made you nervous and made you jump here and there but you weren't deathly afraid of him. Most times you felt bad for him and his brothers. Yuta and Doyoung never choose this life for themselves and Jaehyun had no other choice if he wanted to survive alongside them and not become a meal. Maybe you shouldn't have been so harsh to him, it's just sometimes all he does is egg you on. Doyoung pulled away from you and your eyes followed him. He pulled an invitation out of his pocket. "There is a ball we are hosting tonight. People from all over the world will be joining us," he said handing you the letter. You took the beige envelope with the red stamp from his hands. "You are invited," he said bowing to you. He stood back up a smile on his face. "Also," he said turning to his side. He pulled out a signal rose. "Will you accompany me to the ball?" he asked bowing again, letting one knee touch the ground. He held his hand out to use, and you place your hand in his. He didn't hold it until you responded. You nodded sometimes you forget he used to be a prince. "I will accompany you to tonight's ball," you said. He held your hand in his standing up. Your body followed his and his grin was wide.

"Great now you may go dress shopping with Yuta," He said nonchalantly. Your heart fell and your eyes widened. "I'm sorry what?" you asked unable to hold it in. Doyoung nodded watching as your hand fell from his. "Yuta will help you find a dress for tonight. Jaehyun is taking care of something in the cellar and I had to prepare the party. Yuta is the only one available to tend to your needs," he said letting his hand settle behind his back. He knew you two weren't getting along but he couldn't be selfish with you even though he wanted to be. He wanted to take you and run off. He wanted to be the only one to touch you and kiss you. He wanted to be the only one to love you even when you were old and grey. But instead, he shared the same dreams with his brothers.

"Irene or Yeri can't take me?" you asked. You silently begged him to say yes. You still weren't ready to be confronted with Yuta. Doyoung shook his head. "They will be here, accept Selugi. She will travel with you but you have to go with one of us," he said. "Why?" you asked crossing your arms over your chest. "Because we must buy the dress for you. And anything else you'd like," he said making his way to the door. He grabbed his jacket helping you put it on. If he couldn't be with you, he'd give you a piece of himself like Yuta had done the first night you arrived to stay. You sighed adjusting the sleeves, they slipped past your hands but it wasn't too bad. "Are you sure I can't go with you or Jaehyun?" you asked for the final time, hoping the answer would be different. Doyoung shook his head. "I'm sorry but he is the only one. And it is only a dress you'll be back in no time!" he said trying to lift your spirits.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him making your way to the exit.

When you arrived downstairs alongside Doyoung you saw the car parked just outside the front entrance. You sighed stepping closer and closer to the vehicle that Yuta leaned on. With a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes and an umbrella over his head, he removed the cigarette from his lips, taking one last hit before he threw it away. He grinned once you arrived teeth on his display. Doyoung walked you up to Yuta holding his own umbrella. "I shall see you later tonight," Doyoung said placing his hand on the small of your back. He leaned down, kissing just below your ear before he walked away, leaving you to Yuta.

"Are you ready?" he asked. You sighed covering the sun from your eyes. The rain had cleared up. Most days the rain didn't last as long, only about an hour or two before it cleared. The skies weren't blue but they weren't dark anymore either. They were cloudy but the sun still peeked through the clouds every once in a while. "Let's just get this over with, okay? I didn't choose to be here," You said walking to the opposite side of the car. Yuta chuckled leaning off the car door. He opened it sitting behind Seulgi who sat in the driver's seat. She had closed the umbrella placing it in the passenger seat beside her. Yuta removed his sunglasses putting them back in the case. "Don't you need them?" You asked. He shook his head tapping on the dark windows. "These are tinted. They block the sun," he said. You nodded turning away. You placed your elbow by the window and your head on your hand looking at the scenery as you drove to pick out a gown.

"Do you like it here?" Yuta asked fifteen minutes into the drive. The silence he usually welcomed but right now it was killing him. This would never work if he didn't just get over himself and talk to you like a normal person. "Huh?" you asked lost in your own thoughts for a brief moment before he interrupted. "Do you like it here? With us?" he asked again. You looked over at him, his eyes already on yours. "Oh," you said turning away slowly back to the window. You nodded. "Yeah, I do. It can be fun," You responded. Yuta nodded his head a small smile on his face. He wished he was a better host to you, but he's glad his brothers have done well.

"I'm happy to hear that. I wouldn't want your stay to be uncomfortable or make you feel unwelcomed," he said mushing whatever words he could think of to form a proper or somewhat proper sentence. "Really? All you've done is make me feel uncomfortable," You responded back thinking to yourself all the times Yuta flirted with you or teased you about something. All the times he called you out on your behavior, like the morning with Doyoung. Or read your mind and told you what you were thinking. Yuta sighed he was starting to become frustrated. To him, this is what made you complicated. He was making an effort and you refused to see it! Were you just blind or were you doing it on propose? He looked over at Seulgi through the mirror. She shook her head at him, pursing her lips then nudged her head at you. Yuta shrugged back unsure of what to do.

You kept your eyes away starting to feel bored with the long car ride. You weren't sure where you were going or how long it'd take to get there. You could take a nap to pass the time but you didn't feel tired so instead you counted the cars that drove past you. Yuta sighed tongue swiping through his bottom lip as he thought of something to say. "Look, Y/n I really meant what I said. I want this to be enjoyable for you," he looked back into the mirror as he spoke making contact with Seulgi. She nudged her head again to continue with his confession. You smiled to yourself, he was actually trying. He sighed. "And it was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable. So I'd like to say I'm sorry for how I've acted towards you. I've been a terrible host and I'm sorry," he apologized head turned away from you in embarrassment. You turned to face him. His head was low and no longer looking in your direction.

"It's alright," you said causing Yuta to lift his head up surprised eyes finding yours. "Really?" he asked. He couldn't believe it was that easy. You forgave him so fast, he had fully convinced himself he'd have to give you the moon for your forgiveness. You chuckled showing off your beautiful smile to him. "Look I can tell your trying to make things better and I appreciate it. However, this doesn't mean all is forgiven. We still got some work to do," you said causing Yuta to smile.

You both had finally arrived to pick out a dress. Yuta had taken you to a bouquet owned by a little old woman. Her husband owned the tailor shop where the boys would get their suits. They had each promised the old woman that one day they would bring someone in whether it was to have a dress or a suit made for their lover. Yuta was fulfilling his promise today with you.

When you both walked inside Seulgi remained by the chair next to the door. The old woman was used to Seulgi by this point and her odd behavior. She usually left her alone with a glass of water beside her since she didn't speak to her. Then again she didn't speak to anyone. When you arrived first the old lady came from behind the counter after seeing Yuta walk in behind you. She smiled brightly as she greeted Yuta. She turned to you sending you a smile and then looked back to Yuta. "Who might this be?" she asked looking back at you. She looked you up and down then back at Yuta. "This is my friend Y/n she's here for one of your gowns. My brothers and I are hosting a ball, but I wanted you to make her something special," he said. You glanced at him for a couple more seconds than you intended to. Yuta wanted to bring you here? Being that he is friendly with the old lady this place must be important to him in some way. The old lady turned back to you and smiled. She clasped her hands together. "Oh, that is lovely. So thoughtful of you Yuta," she said touching his arm. A small hint of pink bloomed on Yuta's cheeks but he hid it turning away to greet the old lady's husband.

After some time of trying dresses on and off you couldn't seem to find the right one. Yuta had left with the older man to try on his suit leaving you with the old woman whose name you learned is Jennifer. Jennifer had helped you into and out of many different gowns and made the same faces you did when you didn't like one or when one just didn't feel right. "Maybe pink?" she asked looking at you through the long mirror. You were currently in dress number eight and it was a gold dress. It just didn't fit the overall vibe you were hoping for. You shook your head turning to the small steps to get off the stand. Jennifer helped you unzip the dress and let you get changed behind the curtain. As you got changed Yuta returned in his suit that wasn't hundred percent finished yet, it was almost there but Jennifer's husband Lewis took a break.

"How's everything?" he asked sitting next to Jennifer on the cream-colored couch. Jennifer sighed shaking her head. "Not very well. We haven't decided on a dress yet," she said looking in the direction of the curtains that rustled every so often. She sighed again watching the curtains. "I hope this is one," she said smiling to herself. Yuta leaned down to her. "I picked this one out myself. I think it will be perfect," she said excited to see you in the gown she picked out just for you. Yuta knew Jennifer had an eye for fashion and was just like her husband. It's why he's continued to come here for so long. He knew her grandparents when they first opened the bouquet. She had her mother's eye for fashion. She took care of him and he took care of her. She knew of his secret identity outside of what he presented to the world. She knew what he was and his brothers but she promised to never tell, and never did.

"Do you like her?" Jennifer asked out of the blue. Yuta's felt his heart leap for a moment. He brushed off his nerves with a scoff. Jennifer pursed her lips at his reaction swaying to herself. She was no fool, she knew when a man fancied a girl. She could tell he had it bad for you, from the moment you walked in and he insisted she cancel any appointments to tend to your needs. Even booked you a private room to try on the dresses when most girls only book the room for their sweet fifteen, sixteen, or wedding.

"What?" Yuta asked still shocked by the sudden question. Jennifer chuckled cheekbones rising. "What? Are you going to tell me I'm wrong?" she asked slight attitude in her voice. She turned to Yuta looking into his eyes. "It's very obvious you like her," she said sitting closer to him. "Why not ask her out?" she asked nudging his arm. Yuta shook his head and adjusted his perfectly fine shirt.

"No no," he waved his hand. "I can't see doesn't feel the same," he said hurt by his own words. Jennifer sighed patting his back. "I'm sure that's not true. I saw the way she looked at you and the way you looked at her. And I've been around for a long time just like you have so I'm surprised you still haven't picked up on these things," she said chuckling her wrinkles meeting under her eyes. Yuta chuckled back nodding his head. He was older than her but she will always be smarter than he is when it comes to romance. I mean it's been many decades for him and he still isn't married. Jennifer has been with Lewis for over forty years and has three kids so clearly she has done well in that department of life.

"Okay, I think this one looks good!" you shouted from behind the curtain. Jennifer touched Yuta's hand telling him to stay to get his reaction to the dress. She told him it was to get his opinion but really she just wanted to see his reaction to your beauty. She nodded standing up and waiting for you to come out. "Okay show us dear," she replied making sure she wasn't blocking Yuta's view. The curtain pulled back and you came out in a deep purple ball gown. The hem of the skirt is covered with black lace.

The cut on the front of the dress exposed the tops of your breast but they didn't spill out instead they rested along with the corset preventing them from moving. The dress is outlined in black lace and dark sparkles at the end of the gown made you look enchanting. Yuta's eyes widened, jaw falling to the floor as you stepped outside. You looked just as beautiful as you did yesterday. You looked just as gorgeous as you did at the previous ball. You looked just as perfect as the night he first saw you move into your home next to his. He stood up eyes meeting your eyes. He made sure his mouth had closed but his eyes couldn't help but wander all over you. He admired you for the beauty you are. Your eyes, lips, skin, smell, body and hair everything perfect. However, you looked like no matter what, you were perfect to him. Jennifer smiled a blush on her cheeks as she watched the two of you interact. She figured her work was done, you had found your dress. She quietly walked away and waited for you both a the resister.

"You look…" he began but the words died on his tongue. He had never been this speechless in his entire life. He didn't know what to say or think in the presence of you on a normal day but imagine now. Now standing before home dressed like an absolute queen. He felt like the only appropriate thing to do was get on his knees and beg for you to allow him to even look at you. But instead, he didn't and continued to take in your sight.

"Do you like it?" you asked swaying around so the dress would dance with your frame. You smiled turning to the mirror and seeing the dress for yourself. Perfect you thought. This was the perfect dress for you to wear tonight. Yuta still hadn't answered your question but you really hadn't noticed. Not until you asked again drawing him from his trance. "Yuta?" you called. He blinked a couple of times before his eyes met yours. "Yes?" he asked.

"Do you like it?" you asked again a bright smile on your face. You enjoyed parties and couldn't wait to wear this dress tonight. You waited for his response as he twirled in the dress to pass the long seconds. You didn't need his approval but it would be nice to hear he liked it at least. "Yuta?-"

"It looks alright," he said gulping. You scoffed stepping away from him. Alright? You looked alright? I mean you understand he didn't have to say something crazy I mean your not his lover but he was never shy to flirt with you before. All you wanted was to hear something nice, maybe that you looked pretty in the dress like a normal person would say if you looked nice. But what was a description like alright supposed to do for you? You walked off behind the curtain a little hurt by Yuta's words. Yuta had finally come to his senses realizing what he said. He went to chase after you but realized it was too late. Soon you came out in your old clothes. Yuta bought the dress and you both drove back to the manor and once again awkward car ride.

When you walked into an empty bedroom to get dressed you were welcomed by Irene and Wendy. They stood next to a vanity holding a hair brush and some makeup. The girls smiled when you walked in greeting you with a wave. You walked in annoyed the door busting open. The door seconds from closing was busted open again by a frustrated Yuta right on your tail. The two girls took this as their time to leave. They brushed past the two of you ushering Yeri to leave as she, unaware went to join in getting you ready. Wendy closed the door behind her and left down the hallway until you were ready. You huffed when you saw Yuta behind you. "Why are you following me?! I thought I told you to leave me alone!" you shouted at him your hands waving around in anger.

"Why must you make my life difficult?!" you shouted at him again. Your hands slammed on the table in front of you. You let out a frustrated huff as your nails scraped against the table forming into two fists. You felt your head start to pound from the tension in the room. "Difficult?!" Yuta asked stepping closer to you, boot heels pressing into the carpet.

"I am not difficult! You, my dear on the other hand are quite difficult," he said chest heaving. He shook his head in disbelief small strands of hair falling in front of his forehead. Your face felt hot, full of anger. Everything you've felt over the last couple of months was erupting to the surface. Every sly comment and argument boiling up to the surface after being suppressed for so long was coming out of you because of Yuta.

"I am difficult? I can not believe that you can stand there and tell me that I am the difficult one. Yuta I've been with you all for months and every time I see you or speak to you you've never once said anything nice to me. You speak to me like I'm some scared lonely puppy who you believe will do everything you say like your brothers do!" Your fingers rubbed your temples. You felt your head pounding as fast as your heart.

"And let me be clear I do not expect anything from you. I do not expect a formal welcome or a kiss on the cheek. I do not expect a profession of love but what I do want, the only thing I want from you is to treat me like a decent human being. You haven't even taken to the chance to get to know me, to possibly become my friend," you took a pause for breath. "But I will not beg you. I will not beg you to treat me right nor be my friend," you said gathering yourself to leave. After tonight you were going back to your home and staying away from here, at least from Yuta.

You went to leave turning away from Yuta and completely shutting him out. You have had enough of this treat me. If you wouldn't take it from Jeno, you certainly were not going to take it from Yuta. Who did he even think he was? You thought as you reached the door turning the knob. Was he out of his mind-?

“You sleep on your right side because it’s more comfortable," he began lighting a cigarette. He took a puff and then held it down to his side. He nodded to himself his body turned to his side towards the window. Once he let out the smoke he began again. "You have a beauty mark right under your eye but it’s usually hidden under your makeup so you draw it back in. Your skin is sensitive so you make sure to have extra sunscreen when going outside. You have a small scar on your shoulder and another on your hand. You hate cigarettes and can’t stand that I have one right now. You love to watch movies and read books-“

“Everyone watches movies-“ you protested now looking in his direction. “Yea but you dream of one of your books becoming a movie someday so that everyone can experience the stories you tell,” he said. He paid for a moment eyes finding yours. “You love the color green and you hate the color yellow. You prefer winter over summer because when wearing a swimsuit you are insecure even though you have nothing to stress about. You enjoy traveling but would rather stay inside. You prefer cookies over cake and cupcakes over pie. You like how the color purple looks on you but not pink. You have a mole on your left thigh in the shape of a cloud,” he paused letting out a breath. Frustrated hands flew around when he spoke.

“You smell like Rosemary but when a person gets really close to you they can smell the sweetness of vanilla from your skin. You prefer to always be clean and fresh every morning and night and your soap is honey-scented. You don’t wear much perfume and prefer gold jewelry or silver. When you can’t sleep at night sometimes you hum a song to yourself that I assume someone very close to you used to sing. You have long lashes but you struggle to curl them. Your eyes sparkle every time they meet mine and you hate driving and only do it when you have to,” he said eyes staring into yours.

"I know you are in love with my brothers and they are in love with just as much as my heart longs for you," he said as he moved closer to you now inches away from you. The door that was once opened slowly closed as the knob slipped through your fingers. "My heart longs for like it has for no other. You are everything I am not, you are better because of this you deserve the absolute world," he said cigarette long gone. He stepped closer to you hovering over you. You looked up into his eyes and saw that same sparkle he was talking about before. You felt the tears slip out of your eyes and past your hot cheeks at not only his profession of love but that he paid attention. He knew every detail about you and knew everything about you. Unaware of his love for you, you didn't know what else to do but grab him by his face and kiss him.

He held his hands on your hips pulling you closer to his frame. He ran his hands down to the back of your thighs patting the back of them. You jumped and he caught you wrapping your legs around his waist. He smiled into the kiss as he pressed you up against the bookshelf behind you. Knocking down different old books Jaehyun left for storage, not even paying attention as they fell to the ground. Yuta kissed down from your lips holding your jaw steady as he sucked and licked the skin from your jaw to your neck. Your head fell back hitting some books behind you. You didn't even feel the pain of the books. Lost in Yuta's touch your eyes fluttered closed as he sucked on your warm skin.

He smirked watching the beautiful reactions you gave him. "Are you going to do well for me baby? Gonna let me ruin you?" he asked essence of lust and tease laced in his voice. You nodded feeling the wetness that slipped past your thighs, forming a pool in your panties. "I can smell you," Yuta whispered against your neck. His hand held the back of your head cradling it in his large hand. You felt your whole body become warm at his comment, feeling shy all of a sudden. You tried to hide your face away but Yuta's hold was too strong to move away. "You smell so good baby," he placed a kiss on your neck. His hand left your head sliding down your body and palming you through your pants. You moaned at the contact from his fingers. He wasn't even fully touching you yet and already you were becoming undone in his arms.

"I wanna taste you, baby. You'll let me taste you right?" he asked dark lustful eyes looking into yours. He began to pull up the skirt of your yellow dress gripping at your plush thighs. His nails dragged down your skin tickling you as he waited for your answer. You felt the flutter in your stomach appear when he placed you over his tightening bludge. The only thing covering you were your panties and his black dress pants. He trusted against you letting you know exactly how hard and ready he was for you.

"You feel so good like this baby. I can feel how wet you are," he let his eyes flutter shut as he kept his slow moments with his hips on your pussy. A hushed moan escaped your lips causing him to grin. He opened his eyes looking at where your legs were spread for him letting his cock rub against you. He yanked you from the bookshelf, walking to the vanity. He threw everything off, all the makeup and hair products landing hard on the floor. He kicked the vanity chair back with you in his arms lips attached to yours. The chair fell hard against the floor one of the legs breaking. But Yuta or you didn’t care, you didn’t even hear it. He sat you on top of the vanity spreading your legs wide as he looked deeply into your eyes. He leaned down letting your dress rise up to your waist as he slightly lifted your legs to fit more comfortably around him. He kissed down your thighs meeting your ankles. He kissed and sucked his way back up not missing an inch of your skin. He sucked on your plush thighs kissing or licking any bruises he made on his journey to you. He got closer and closer to your clothed pussy taking a whiff of you. He hummed in pleasure letting his head fall slightly back. He always wondered how your taste was. He was jealous his brothers had you before he did but if there was anything good from being last, he'd make sure he would be the one you won't forget.

He leaned closer biting your clit over your panties. You moaned jerking forward at the new feeling of shock waves he had sent you. You watched as he flicked your clit with his tongue over your wet stained baby blue panties. He used his fingers to spread your folds watching as the fabric stretched over you only covering the inner folds. He lifted your panties up moving them to the side. Eye to eye with your erect clit he licked his lips diving forward. Your head felt back at the feeling of his lips attaching to your clit. His tongue and mouth moved so deliciously against you.

Hands finding his hair yanking and pulling on the red locks. He grunted into your pussy at the feeling of your hands. You moved your hips against him riding his tongue. He groaned cursing out loud spreading your folds. He licked his lips again. "That's right baby fucking ride my tongue," he said diving back in. You felt a pool of wetness gushes out of you at his words. Never in your life did someone ever talk to you so dirty. I mean, of course, Jaehyun and Doyoung sweet-talked you very well but this was different. But this was different, Yuta was different. It felt messier and dirtier. It felt wrong and forbidden to be doing this as you'd get in trouble. You felt a rush of excitement go through your body as he continued his assault on your soaking pussy. “Yuta please,” you pleaded head falling back further into the glass mirror behind you. Your hand that supported you knocked down some lipsticks and their stands. Yuta didn’t stop instead he brought two fingers forward teasing your hole. He slipped one inside thrusting slowly at first picking up speed. Once you were comfortable he added another curling them and grazing your g-spot.

You moaned out loud feeling the vanity shifting with your weight. You didn’t pay any mind to it though. To lose in Yuta to be aware of how dangerous this position was for you. “Yuta I’m gonna…”you moaned again feeling the speed of his fingers increase, his tongue matching along with them.

“Cum for me,” he demanded in a dark voice. His voice and touch were laced with everything but innocence. You came all over his mouth. Yuta sucked and licked whatever he could. Using his fingers to scoop whatever he missed. He sucked in his fingers tasting the remains of your juice on them. His eyes closed shut as he savored the taste. “So sweet,” he said to himself. He meant to say it in his mind but it slipped. “Like Doyoung said,” you felt your cheeks become warm at his comment. You may have recently overheard a conversation the two shared in the library together one late night after spending another thrilling evening with Jaehyun.

There was a bed on your left but Yuta wasted no time in unbuttoning his dress shirt. The silk black fabric slipped off his skin exposing his carved-out chest. Your hands reached up and touched his cool skin. He bit his lip as he watched your fingers dance around his body. The pads of your fingers create an electronic shock throughout his body. Just from your touch, he became high. He never wanted a day to go by again where he couldn’t touch you, even if it was just to hold your hand.

You pulled your hand away to pull your dress over your head. Yuta reached around moving closer to your body and stationed between your legs. His lips were dangerously close to your neck as his arms reached around to unclasp your beige bra. You could feel the faint warm breaths releasing from his pink-plumped lips. You sighed in relief as the tight bra straps fell down your shoulders and onto the ground.

He kissed down your shoulder, past your collar bone engulfing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked and kissed your breast as he massaged the other. He made sure this memory of you would be engraved in his mind for later when the night fell and he grew lonely. He teased your other nipple pulling on it. The one in his mouth he played with biting it and sucking it. You moaned hand finding his red locks again and pulling him towards you. You allowed one of your hands the freedom to slide down his tone chest, past his abs, and to his slacks.

You unzipped his slacks letting them fall down his waist. Now left in black boxers you pulled those down too. His dick sprung free and your mouth watered at the sight. Yuta continued to suck on your breasts hips rutting into straight air. You mewled against your breast when you reached your hand down to stroke him. You licked your lips tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. You imagine him inside you stretching you deliciously. Fucking you so hard the mirror behind you broke into a million pieces. Him groaning and moaning loud in your ear as you yanked on his hair from how good he made you feel. Clenching around him when you came close to coming and seeing the way his brows would furrow from the feeling of your tight, wet pussy.

Yuta groaned louder against you. Your thoughts were so strong he could picture them in his own mind. You forcefully pulled him forward pulling your panties down as he stared into your eyes. Lips and eyes both glossy, he was completely drunk off you. The struggle beneath him of you trying to take off your panties broke his haze. He looked down immediately ripping off the underwear and discarding the pieces somewhere in the room. He grabbed his dick bringing it to your folds. Your arm wrapped around his neck for support even though he had his arm wrapped around your waist. He wouldn’t let you fall.

“That’s right, baby you gonna be good for Yuta? Hm? Gonna let me fuck you so good my brothers can hear?” He teased taking his tip and rubbing circles around your clit. You let out a loud moan and Yuta groaned eyes rolling back. “Yes baby let them hear how good I make you feel,” he slurred as you began rutting your hips to add to the friction he was giving you. Yuta groaned he wasn’t even inside you yet and he was so close to cumming.

No longer able to wait he pulled back letting his dick meet your entrance. He slowly pushed in jaw slack as he watched himself disappear inside you. Inch by inch he felt warmer and warmer as the space grew tighter and tighter inside him. The velvet walls sucked him up as he sat fully inside you. “Fuck,” you both said letting out a satisfied sigh in unison. You both knew this was long overdue for the two of you.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said looking into his eyes. Yuta’s has changed. He was trying to be nice before, not letting himself go too much. He knows sex between a human and a vampire could be threatening to a human but he would be gentle with you. Of course, he’d still play a little but nothing too crazy. However, it seems like you have other plans in mind. Maybe you didn’t want to make love. Maybe he needed to give you a good fucking. God knows he needs it too.

Your comment drove him insane, you were still angry at him even though he was inside you ready to fuck you dumb. He ate your pussy (Which he’d do again even if you hated him). He bought you a pretty dress and you were still mad.

“Mad? Why?” He asked attitude in his tone. You cocked a brow up. “Because you're doing alright,” you said using this as the opportunity to get back at him. He slowly moved forward and you let out a moan as he adjusted himself inside you. Both legs were in his hands as he slowly moved in and out of you. Your chest began to rise up and down, your heartbeat slowly becoming quicker. He chuckled darkly keeping his thrust at a limited speed.

“So your still mad about what I said even though I told you I loved you?” He asked slowly thrusting inside you. You tried to form a sentence but your brain slowly turned into mush. You nodded trying to piece together a coherent sentence. “That…was about…” you paused to take in a breath as he moved a little faster. “You said… I looked alright….,” you started but failed. He felt so good inside you and he wasn’t even fucking you yet. Just letting you adjust to his size and girth.

“So what is it that you want my dear?” He asked raising a brow, poking the inside of his mouth. “You want the truth?” He asked cockily coming close to your face as he continued his agonizingly slow thrust. You nodded your lip between your teeth. “Words my darling,” he teased halting his movements.

“I want the truth Yuta,” you said looking into his dark eyes. He nodded sending you a smile. “Okay I’ll give it to you,” he positioned your legs one over one shoulder and one over the other spreading you even more. He sunk deeper inside you causing both your breaths to hitch. The new angle allowed him to explore new places. “Well for starters I think you're beautiful,” he thrusted once. “I think you're sexy,” he thrust again.

“And I most definitely think you're more than alright,” he said thrusting again. You shook your head. “No good enough,” you said talking more about his lack of thrust than words. You didn’t need another confession you just wanted him to fuck you. He shook his head feeling annoyed. “Skews this,” he said giving you exactly what you wanted.

He thrust into you hard and fast causing your moans to choke, clumping in your throat. His hand held your waist tightly pressing into your skin to hold you down. The other moved its way past your breast and around your neck. Your head fell back in pleasure eyes shutting as he fucked into you at record speed. Tight fingers squeezed around your throat cutting your airflow for a moment. Teeth gritted and eyes black Yuta possessed by a lust demon fucked you dumb. His cock hits every spot and angle perfectly inside you. No one had ever fucked you like this before. They were always so careful with you, which you appreciated but sometimes you just wanted to be thrown around a room.

You wanted to destroy every pretty thing in sight. Ruin it and let the high of how good it felt consume your body even if it was just for a brief moment. Yuta was giving you that. That rush of enjoyment you get from destroying the piece of art you absolutely hate. Accept you didn’t hate Yuta, you never did. You just disliked him, but now you can’t seem to get him off your mind.

“Yuta Fuck,” you clawed at his shoulders and back. Forgetting all about the ball you were supposed to attend alongside Doyoung as Yuta sucked on your neck. You felt his sharp teeth brace your warm skin sending a shiver down your spine. Yuta licked but he didn’t bite respecting your decision to not let him draw blood. But your neck smell so sweet. He knew your blood was the perfect mix of what he needed. However, being around you began to make him realize that maybe he didn’t want to transition yet.

Not until he’d live a life with you.

Reality had hit him like a moving train and now he couldn’t stop thinking about you and the life you two could live. He lifted you off the vanity with the cracked mirror. He threw you onto the bed flipping you over watching as your ass jiggled. You giggled feeling his hands all over your skin molding your ass as he aligned himself at your entrance. Taking you from behind he imagined you were alone together in the manor, just you two living here together. He’d fuck you like this every day and night if it’s what you wanted. He wouldn’t be against you saying no, but he definitely would fight you if you said yes to letting him make love to you.

His teeth’s gritted as your hips snapped against his pelvis. He let out a groan watching as he disappeared inside you. Thunder roared from outside. Heavy rain fell on the ground as you came closer and closer to cumming. The lightning and thunder clashed together creating flashes of light in the room. You clenched around Yuta feeling your climax approaching faster and faster. Yuta flipped you over slipping right back inside you, both your juice mixing together making it easy for him to slip inside you.

He brought his thumb to your clit rubbing fast circles to match his thrust. “Come on baby cum for Yuta. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you cum, again,” he said a smirk on his face. His eyes looked down into your eyes. Your jaw hung open, no words or thoughts escaping. Instead just a series of whimpers and moans that left your throat. “Yuta I’m gonna cum,” you moaned pulling him closer to you. You felt the bed beneath you start to shake. One of the legs snapped in half causing one side of the bed to fall to the ground. But that didn’t stop Yuta instead he lifted you both into the air leaving the broken bed on the floor.

You clenched around him again as you came hard all over his cock. He groaned out loud his head falling back and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt your cum coax his dick. He brought his finger down to your entrance taking some of your cum that leaked out onto his long fingers and putting them inside your mouth. You tasted yourself as you road out your high slightly biting on his fingers. Once you were done Yuta pulled his fingers out feeling himself draw closer. You clenched and unclenched around him starting to feel the over-sensitivity. Yuta gritted his teeth as he inched closer to his climax.

“Yuta please fill me up,” you begged looking up into his eyes. “Yuta please cum inside me,” you ushered him helping him to his climax. His jaw fell open as a series of curses left his wet lips. He came hard inside you painting your walls white. After some time he slowly slipped out of you leaning down to place a kiss on your neck. “How was that?” He asked gently placing you back down on the lopsided bed. You rolled your eyes letting your body fall to the side. “It was alright,” you teased for the final time. Yuta scoffed standing up to clean himself and then you. Then in your moment of relaxation, you realized you were properly late to the ball. You jumped up still naked to check your phone. You only had an hour to get ready. You ran inside the bathroom where Yuta held a warm wet cloth in his hand. He watched as you jumped inside the bathtub to clean yourself. Yuta chuckled remembering the ball he was going to take you to.

Doyoung was a pretty good brother.

After Yuta helped you with your bath you were ready for the ball dressed and made to look like a queen thanks to Irene, Yeri, and Wendy. You were confused at first why Doyoung didn’t come looking for you but Yuta couldn’t help but tell you it was always planned for him to take you. You didn’t mind going with Yuta though. He held your arm in his as he walked you down the stairs. He had left you to get ready in his own chambers with the help of Seulgi. When you both arrived at the ballroom Yuta took you around to meet the guest. You dance with him, and him occasionally letting Doyoung and Jaehyun dance with you. After some time you began to feel tired and when to the kitchen for some air. When you arrived you poured yourself a glass of water but as you brought it to your lips you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to see Irene and all the girls around her. “There’s something we need to tell you,” Seulgi said turning her head to make sure no one was around listening. She turned back to you her hand still placed on your shoulder a stern look on her face. The girls behind her held pursed lips with concerned faces behind her. “But we can’t tell you her,” she said. Still caught off guard by hearing them speak for the first time you blinked a couple of times trying to under the situation. “I’m sorry what? This is the first time you speak to me and it’s bad news?” You saw forming the words into a question. Wendy sighed coming next to Irene. “It’s about the boys,” she said arms crossed over her chest. She also turned around to see if anyone was listening.

“They're not who they say they are. You need to come with us,” she said taking your hand and guiding you to the kitchen door. You pulled away almost dropping your glass of water. “What are you talking about? The boys are fine,” you said holding your ground. “They wouldn’t hurt me,” you said sure yourself. If they wanted to hurt you they-“

“Would have done it by now. Is that what your thinking?” Wendy asked coming from behind Irene. You widened your eyes feeling your cup start to slip. “Your in danger Y/n. You have to trust us,” Joy said coming forward Irene and Yeri following behind her. Just as Yeri went to speak or rather warn you Yuta walked in. He was searching for you and smiled when he discovered you. However, his smile fell at the sight of the room. Raising a brow he came to your side standing slightly in front of you.

“What are you all doing here? Shouldn’t you be tending to the guest?” He asked them but really it was an order. The girls remained silent bowing to him, sparing you one last glance before they walked away.

“Wait!” You shouted causing everyone to stop. You chuckled rubbing your forehead. “I believe I’ve miss placed my phone,” you lied shaking your head in disbelief. You looked over at Seulgi a smile on your face. “Say? Seulgi will you help me find it?” You asked. She paused a moment looking at Yuta, the girls then you. She nodded coming beside you and taking your arm to help you walk through the door in your dress. “Thank you now tell me where I need to look?” You asked as you both walked out passing by Yuta.

Since you arrived you have been filled to the brim with so many unanswered questions. You've been staying in this large, old, creepy manor and knew nothing about it or the men who lived inside. You know they were vampires but what else? Everything you asked them a question they either changed the topic or answered your question with a question. You were tired of the half-ass responses you'd receive from them. You were almost here all alone and the curiosity of exploring began to frighten you. Sometimes you'd hear crying coming from the Blood Maze or the cellar. Other nights rain would fall so heavy it flood the grounds making it hard to explore the large parts of the garden you haven't even seen yet.

With all these unanswered questions they expected you to trust them. To perform a blood ritual to turn them back into humans but every time you asked about it they only tried to convince you to do it. Speaking to you nicely and giving you gifts to change your focus. Yet you still had no idea how the ritual would affect you. Would you become a vampire like them? Would you die in the process? So many unanswered questions, that maybe, just maybe Seulgi and the girls could answer.

They didn’t think much of it and headed back to the party, he’d wait for you there. He ushered the girls to get back to work but one by one they’d started to disappear again looking for you and Seulgi. They were tired of this life. They were tired of being ordered around for as long as they have. It’s time they live their own lives, free from this dreadful chateau and to a fulfilling life. They tried years ago but suffered great consequences. Now with being able to talk to you, they hoped that this time their plans would work. They knew of the power you held. Irene could feel it the minute she met you outside on your doorstep.

They just hoped you’d help them and not those evil blood suckers you called your lovers.

“She will help us,” Wendy said to Yeri who held her hand tightly as they searched for you in the large, old chateau.

“She will,”

To Be Continued…

I hope you enjoyed Part 4 of my 5 Part Series. Things are taking a dark turn for Y/n. Let’s hope in the Next and Final part she chooses the right path.

Overall this was one of my favorite pieces to write. As someone who’s always enjoyed writing I feel like a lot of my work I’ve never been able to fully enjoy. But working as hard as I did in this final piece really was able to lift my spirits and inspire me to continue with part 5.

Also, a fun fact Jennifer and Lewis are the two main characters in the video game I loved.

[chaos-has-theories]

Character concepts for the Mad Scientist/Girl Genius AU I'm working on for AU Roulette 2024

More description and story concept under cut.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: GIRL GENIUS

a Spark from the city of Paris. While she doesn't have a particularly impressive lineage, her talents are impressive.

Her focus is on textile based inventions, with her breakthrough project having included a small viscose spinning device.

She also builds little clockwork ladybugs.

After she managed to piss off every single noble family in Paris, she essentially went into exile. Since then she's been travelling and doing assorted heroics all over Europa.

She's got her shirt and waistcoat because everybody in GG wears them. No skirt, because it would impractical in her field of work; long jacket tails because a) I like them and b) Ladybug wings :D

She's also supposed to have a Ladybug locket and her little silk gun, but. Forgor

Before she leaves Paris, her outfits are more like Circus Era and Classic Agatha.

Nino Lahiffe: A normal guy with a normal life

No, really.

Well, he used to be, okay?

Former classmate and childhood friend of Marinette's

Marinette, Adrien and him were essentially inseperable after Marinette's breakthrough.

Except no, they weren't, because Adrien is still in Paris while Nino followed Marinette into exile.

People tend to assume that he's either Marinette's minion or her construct or both. She doesn't consider him a minion; and while he's taken his share of damage, he has never died once.

(He is very proud of that.)

The reason why he doesn't break his neck once a week is that Marinette is very good at her job. His outer shirt with the hood works as like, exoskeleton, hardhat and airbag in one.

His outfit and general style are inspired by Lars, specifically here.

Alya, Last Princess of the Lost City of Cesaire

what it says on the tin.

Descended from one of the last God-Queens

in the face of all that, only a rather minor spark.

Also, her science kind of... looks like magic to most europeans.

and anyway she doesn't want to be a scientist!!! she wants to be a warrior

her mother agreed that she could go on a trip and just come home and learn princessing once she's seen everything she wanted to see

THERE IS ALWAYS MORE TO SEE

joined the Miracle Squad about a year ago, because a) they're fun and b) Nino is very cute even if he can't flirt to save his life (and it has come up)

Based on both Zeetha (who gave her the bare biceps) and Violetta (who gave her the boots), but the outfit really is mostly Rena Rouge

Adrien Agreste, son of the famous Spark and heir to the House de Vanily

???

went to school with Marinette and Nino for a while

in recent years, has only been seen in public during Important Events

perfect dutiful son

like, he does everything his father tells him to!

definitely human though.

100% perfectly completely human

Marinette definitely never had to resurrect him either

Never seen in anything less than a fully buttoned shirt, long sleeves, and full slacks.

I have a design for him based on Classic Gil, but this is fully grieving madboy Gil (+ skirt + happiness + catboy :3)

All of these pictures are sketched over the basic character images for ML and I didn't really feel like shading but... maybe one day

[wazzuppy]

making this stupid fucking image got me thinking, so uhhhh... here's the main ninjago characters as different sonic species!!

Kai & Nya - Hedgehogs

Kai is probably the most similar to Sonic out of the main cast— and he was arguably the main character for the first five seasons— so it just makes sense to me that he'd be a hedgehog. Plus, his hair is is spiky like a hedgehog too! And Nya is a hedgehog too because, well...siblings. Duh.

Jay - Babylonian/Blue Jay

C'mon. I had to make him a blue jay. His name is literally Jay and he's blue!! Anyways, it also fits because lighting comes from the sky (likes where birds fly) and, as of Dragon's Rising, he's been an antagonist just like the Babylon Rogues were at first. Maybe that last one's a stretch, but who cares.

Cole - Echidna

Immense strength? Check. Association with nature and/or earth itself? Check. Complex family history? Check.

I rest my case.

Zane - Chameleon/Robot

I had to make at least one of the ninja a chameleon. And thanks to Zane's cloaking abilities, I think it fits him the best. I also considered making him a Gizoid specifically, but they're so closely tied to the Master Emerald and ancient Echidna society that I just don't think it would work. Maybe he's based off data from a Gizoid but he doesn't have quite the same power set, just like Gemerl.

Lloyd - Fox

Tails is best friends with Sonic, so I thought it'd make sense for Lloyd to be a fox so he matched with Kai and Nya. Foxes are also usually either tricksters or wise masters in stories, which fits both Lloyd's younger and older self. Plus, both Lloyd and Tails love MINTS!!!

I could see both Wu and Misako as foxes while Garmadon is part Darkling (aka the Black Arms, aka that evil alien species Black Doom is from). And then maybe the First Spinjitzu Master is a mutant Chao, like Chaos? Which I guess means Chao are dragons in this AU and the Black Arms are Oni, and I just think that's very funny.

Arin - Rabbit

Honestly I just think it'd be cute.

Sora - Cat

Obvious.

Wyldfyre - Sungazer

Sungazers are a type of lizard that were named that way because they stare at the sun when they bask. Lizards are reptiles, like dragons, and they like heat. Also, the little spikes all throughout Trip's design reminds me of Wyldfyre's general untamedness.

[crusherthedoctor]

High and Unbroken

"It's gorgeous."

"Isn't it?"

In all the years that had passed, Sonic had always remained devoted and enthusiastic towards his trusty biplane, the Tornado. True, you could argue it was more Tails' property these days, given how often the fox was the designated driver in their neverending string of misadventures, and how frequently the young genius would make adjustments to it for whichever reasons that were relevant, yet despite this, he never stopped recognizing it as Sonic's plane first and foremost. Which, among other things, meant he had no qualms with his older friend taking it out for a ride. It was a nice day, after all, as opposed to a particularly rainy one. Though that never stopped the daring hedgehog before.

Then again, hayfever never stopped him before either... to an extent.

"I don't suppose this is the one you... stole?" Lutrudis mused playfully, having fully remembered when Sonic informed her of that specific detail, though her focus stayed on the subject matter. If Sonic's quills spiking up were any indication, he didn't expect her to bring it up again on her own. At least no one else was there to hear it out loud, she wasn't that careless.

"Er, yes, the very one!" Sonic laughed it off as he combed a hand through his quills. "I had to explore the world beyond my home somehow, right?"

"Hehe, right."

The Tornado stood proud, with the bright red coat of paint that it was forever known for, except for that brief period in which it was blue. Truth is, among the many other, more practical changes and improvements made over the span of time, the reason for the shift back to red was disappointingly mundane: they just liked it that way. Maybe it was a nostalgia thing.

That said, its current appearance did maintain several of the fox's considerably modern advancements and implements. The latest of which was especially novel: a second seat.

"This beauty's never let me down," the hedgehog put a soft hand on the side, as his eyes read the paint job. "It's stuck with me since the beginning, although it's been shot down a couple of times by Eggman... but it's never stayed down for long! It's always ready again in no time!"

"So it's just like you, then," Trudy smiled warmly, her hands raised and clasped to her chest. "Never down permanently."

Sonic gave her a quick glance, and didn't comment on her statement, though he did smirk to himself. Upon looking at the Tornado once more, he put one hand on his hip, and the fingers of his other hand began to tap idly against the vehicle.

"Fancy a go?"

Trudy paused at the suggestion, and appeared slightly flustered at first, before she shook her head with closed eyes as she swiftly realised what he was referring to, and fanned herself discreetly.

"Oh, heavens no. I'd be such a putrid pilot," she insisted gently, still fanning herself. "I've never had driving lessons of any sort, let alone with such a magnificent aircraft."

"Neither have I!"

"...Well, yes, but you're Sonic. You've got quite the knack for these things. I might not be as fortunate, and I couldn't bear to make a right old mess of something that you and Tails have worked hard on and for so long. It'd be more the Tornadon't in my hands, frankly." She crossed her arms, as if to subtly move past the joke she saw fit to unleash upon the world without its permission.

"How about a ride together, then? You deserve to touch the sky either way, right?"

Trudy's arms immediately uncrossed, and she put one finger to her mouth. She wasn't fully certain if that was a good idea either, as she wouldn't know what kind of passenger she would be until it was potentially too late. Not to mention her, shall we say, complicated internal structure when compared to the average brightly colored anthropomorphic. By this point though, she had taken up several of Sonic's eccentric offers already, and her belief in him only continued to grow. He hadn't betrayed her so far, and she knew deep in her heart that he wouldn't start now.

"A...alright."

---

"So have you been on a plane before?"

"No."

"Have you been high up at all before?"

"No."

"Do you get motion sickness?"

"...Are you sure you won't regret this?"

"I'll take that as a maybe."

They had fastened their seatbelts, and Sonic did a quick double check to make sure everything was in order. Trudy's hands were instinctively gripping the sides tightly, as if to brace herself for whatever may ensue. Though she made sure not to grip too tightly so as to cause any scratches or dents; evidently, even in a state of quasi-anxiety, the consideration of her friend never escaped her mind.

"Nervous?" He didn't even need to look at her. He could tell purely through his own intuition.

"A little," she muttered shyly. "No offense to you, mind."

"None taken," he assured, and briefly looked back at her with a friendly gaze. "I won't loop around upside down or anything, if that's what you're worried about. We'll go as comfortably as you want it. And heck, if you're having second thoughts altogether, by all means, I won't force you to-"

"No." She put a mildly shaky hand on Sonic's shoulder. His assurance seemed to put her at more ease. "I trust you."

He paused momentarily, and he rested on that response intently. He hoped she hadn't said that solely for his sake, at the expense of how she really felt about this new experience, one that was bound to be daunting to someone who had only recently began the adventuring lifestyle, in contrast to his own history of nothing but that.

As he looked into her eyes however, he could see that they shined brightly in his direction. Despite her obvious fear, she yearned for this. You couldn't fake something like that. Once he was certain of her sincerity, he gradually returned his gaze to the controls, and confidently cracked his knuckles.

"Well, if you're sure, then... hold on."

It didn't take long before the engines began roaring to life, which were predictably very loud. Trudy wasn't quite sure on how her hearing remained unaffected, but she blessed her luck all the same. After some impressive exhaust, the Tornado finally elevated itself off the ground, ever so carefully, ever so gracefully... then, without warning, Sonic wasted no time in shooting their way straight towards the air, with a grin on his face.

"Oh-!" This had clearly caught poor Trudy off guard, and her ponytail flew right in front of her face, which she subsequently blew aside with her mouth.

"My bad, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay... Whew..." As she gathered herself, the glimpse of the land below soon overwhelmed her. "Oh my... my goodness..."

In a matter of seconds, they had already reached the clouds. Sonic simply kept going, fueled by his love for going above and beyond. Trudy, meanwhile, soon focused intensely on the sky that she had never seen this close up before. As was standard procedure in a place as extraordinary as Viridonia, its appearance was not as straightforward as a simple sunny affair. The view above - and from the sides - was a soft blue mixed with a touch of pink, which in turn made the clouds appear mildly light purple when seen from afar. The young horse had seen many skies like this before, and she adored them, but to be this close to one was surely something else. Her eyes fixated on it, mesmerized without restraint.

As if to test his friend's limit, Sonic began drifting left and right between various clouds. He started off slow, but - Sonic being who he is - the pace quickly caught up. With no complaints to be heard, he kept right at it, quicker with each example. It was like a rollercoaster for Trudy, one that she wasn't sure if she should really be on, but couldn't deny that she was glad to be on nonetheless. After that, Sonic switched to circling the sky entirely, going clockwise repeatedly around a sizable circumference, all the while rising and lowering at select moments. Trudy couldn't help but stick out her arms during this, and let out a tender giggle as her gloved hands felt the swift breeze. They could spot the mighty sea below, which of course had the signature turquoise gleam that it was known for having around these parts. The hedgehog pondered to himself if there was anyone down below who could see them in turn, possibly wondering what on earth they were doing up here. With these moves, hopefully they wouldn't be mistaken for Heavy Gunner's helicopter.

"Pretty awesome, eh?" he quipped, with another toothy grin on his face. He had always loved the sky too, that hadn't changed since his early days.

"Awesome? This is... this is outstanding! It's amazing!" Trudy couldn't help but let out a grin of her own. She put a hand to her cheek, and bit her lip. Her eyes kept darting between different sections of the vivid air. "I know this must be low level for your standards, but it's just... I feel so alive!"

"Feels great, right? That's the spirit! Now, how about we try... this!"

Promptly, the Tornado took a sharp nosedive to the ground, as if to conveniently compliment the pre-established rollercoaster analogy. Trudy closed her eyes tightly, yet she did not scream, for she knew Sonic would not crash. Instead, with a bit of a stutter at first, she let out a cheer, one so bold for such a demure lady, and this did not let up even as the plane flew back up, having narrowly avoided the waters at the most dramatic moment.

"Whoooo! Ha ha haaaa!"

"I think you're enjoying this more than me!" Sonic laughed, and kept smiling to himself. He always got catharsis out of lifting his friends' spirits, it was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Not because he considers it his obligation: rather, like every other personal decision ever made by the Blue Blur, he simply wants to. That's always how it's been with him. He wants to beat up giant robots, so he'll do it, and that's that. He wants to help innocents, so he'll do it, and that's that. And he wants to make sure his friends are happy, and in a better place... so he'll do it. And that's that.

Sometimes, it can be complicated. Like freeing them from the shackles of their abuser. Or assuring them that they'll see an old friend again someday when there's no way for sure to be certain. Other times, it's as simple as letting them see the world with their own eyes. This is what living is all about, letting others be happy alongside you. Eggman could never understand that, not with his 300 IQ.

"Sonic?"

He blinked. He had gotten so caught up in his thoughts that he almost forgot where he was and what he was doing, though thankfully, this did surprisingly little to cripple his piloting... or else they wouldn't have been here for much longer. As their flight calmed down a little, he turned his head slightly. Trudy was still glancing at the sky, completely content.

"Yeah?"

"Was this what your first flight was like?"

He gave the sky another look, and squinted a little. Maybe it was the colour. Maybe it was the weather. Whatever it was, there was something about it that made him appreciate that the more things change, the more they really do stay the same.

"Yeah," he replied fondly. "I guess it was. 'Course, no matter how many times I've been up in the clouds, the thrill never goes away. Nothing ever gets old when you're this hedgehog, heh heh."

"...Sonic?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks."

The hedgehog's ear flickered in surprise. "Oh, for this?"

"This and... you." Her face didn't move, but her eyesight ever so slightly shifted coyly in his direction. "Moreso you."

His quills tensed up again, though not enough to harm Trudy. He rubbed his reddening cheek with one hand, and considered himself extremely lucky that Tails wasn't here to see it. He'd never hear the end of it.

"My pleasure," he chuckled bashfully.