#more of a drabble than a starter but

[mudblccd]

𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 , 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 ⎯⎯⎯⎯ knees turned raw , the tuffet doing nothing to protect fragile bones ; the moment they hit against the kneeler as if dead weight , peyton felt the way knees groaned and protested , BUT WHAT IS BELIEF IF NOT PAIN ? does her aching body , aching heart ; override the pain that Christ felt upon the cross , eyes wide with horror ; crying out not for his higher father , but the one that raised him , the one that held him after a nightmare , that cheered when his first steps were taken , that taught him carpentry ? peyton will endure , for Him , for the need of the heavens to have mercy upon her human form and allow the pain to somehow bleed out impurity .

peyton isn't sure how long she's been here , attempting to find comfort on holy grounds ; but the stained glass windows , painted a kaleidoscope of colours dimmed from the night sky was a companion she'd grown to find a hint of comfort in ; the familiar patter of rain beating against the ancient building . BRITISH WEATHER , NOTHING NEW ; YET FITTING .

peyton chooses to believe that the weather is from God himself , crying with her , with all of them ; I KNOW , MY CHILD , BUT FREE WILL IS A FUNNY THING , ISN'T IT ? it certainly is , she cant bring herself to blame her father for the fault of man ; in truth , it makes her more angry at the snake than anything else , to take advantage of new life , life that never knew what a lie was ; a life that what inherently curious . THE WORLD AS IS BECAUSE OF A SNAKE , how strange that it's her mascot , a beacon of strength . she supposes not one bad creature dooms them all , there's a slytherin discussion in there , peyton realises as the silence continues around her ; the creaking of the church a comfort .

peyton never wants to leave , ever , perhaps the war doesn't need her . . . maybe she could feel the faint cold of the wind seeping through the cracks of the walls , the eyes of God upon her stronger than ever . she feels close to Him here , TO HER MUM . . . she misses her , she misses her so much and it was only a matter of time before her mind drifted back to the one family member she had , tears welled up behind closed lids , beads clutched harder ; leaving indents in palm of hands . . . THIS ISN'T FAIR , nothing is fair .

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐸𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐷 𝑊���𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐴𝑅 * MAIN TIMELINE .

[katsaguri-kase-rp]

SAFE receiver feels safe around sender for the first time

@its-sasuke (inquiring minds want to know ...)

While Kase is infinitely grateful for Sasuke's help, she is still...wary. Not that she actually thinks that Sasuke would hurt her. She know that this isn't the same Sasuke that left her to die at Orochimaru's hands, who condemned her to months of torment and experimentation. But especially after their first sparing session, she is acutely aware of his power. And if he's featured more often than not in her nightmares, well...It never hurts to be cautious. And for all that she is headstrong and impulsive, Kase is still cautious. She sleeps with the spikes in her braid, dealing with the occasional annoying scratches that they leave on her neck or shoulders. She double checks all her seals each morning before her stretches and again in the evening before bed, refreshing them as needed. Even with her seals, she sleeps with her old Anbu tanto under her bedroll. Most importantly, she keeps her mask up. The smile that she wears like armor, the jokes, the bubbly personality that had long been a shield around her heart. She doesn't let him in. She's actually grateful for his rough persona, the cold shoulder that keeps everyone at arms length. It makes it easier for her not to get attached. But then she gets a cold. Not a bad one. Just enough to be annoying. Her nose is stuffed to high heaven, and she gets a pretty nasty cough. It's nothing Kase hasn't suffered through before, and nothing she wouldn't suffer through again. She doesn't complain, but she can see Sasuke's eyes, flicking her direction every so often. And before she can argue, he's stopping to set up camp. He ignores her attempts to convince him otherwise, just telling her to sit and rest. And the exhaustion hits her all at once. Once the fire is lit, she starts to doze. Only to wake again to the smell of tea wafting up from a warm mug as Sasuke eases her upright. And there's so much gentleness in the way he moves, the careful touch of his hands, the subtle worry in his eyes. And Kase's defenses melt. She'd always been one to make snap judgements about a person. And this Sasuke is like the little boy she'd made friends with at the academy. This Sasuke she knows, and that familiar feeling cracks the walls around her heart. "Sasuke, could you help me undo my braid?" she asks, her voice rough from coughing all day.

[littlehoundthings]

@elliscousland: My muse leans in as if to whisper something, their lips dangerously close to your muse’s ear!

The art of romantic touch (Accepting)

There was a level of... Maybe intimacy was the appropriate word for what was going on between him and Ellis. Surprising considering the mage was sure he was going to make the warden shit himself when they first met (granted, Ashe WAS covered in blood from abominations), but here they were.

Their arms touched as Ellis leaned in. Ashe was fully aware of the warmth and weight from Ellis' arm pressing against his, the scent of wood smoke and coffee filling his senses, the way Ellis' hair tickled against Ashe's cheek as he murmured something-- his breath brushing Ashe's ear as he murmured. Maybe he was pointing out something, or perhaps he just wanted to murmur a terrible comment that he knew would make Ashe laugh.

Maker he didn't have the time to pay attention to these things. He was practically acting like a fresh faced apprentice, all blushes and constant watching their crush out of the corner of their eyes.

Wynne had already lectured him in private about distracting Ellis.

But what could he do?

It wasn't like emotions came with an instruction manual.

So, Ashe took the time he could. He snorted a soft laughter at whatever comment Ellis made, then nudged him with his shoulder, rocking the other away a bit. He savored the contact while he could. Romance wasn't something he could do, not right now, but...

For now. He could laugh at a terrible joke with his friend.

[helldustedstories]

Tonight had been a disaster. He had been so excited when Blitz called, had asked him on a date, his first ever! Stolas had fully expected to spend the evening alone, watching his Hell-a-novelas, maybe reading one of his latest books and imagining himself and Blitz in the roles, but that had all changed with a single phone call. He'd gotten all dolled up and ready to go, made sure that he had the perfect outfit, that he looked….as good as he could, considering the canvas he was working with, and he'd portaled over to Lust, not wanting to keep Blitz waiting.

Who had taken him to Ozzie's, of all places, only one of the most exclusive spots in all of Hell, let alone just Lust! Blitz had pointed out that he was overdressed, which had flustered Stolas a little bit, but he'd known that trying to dress up such dull plumage had been something of a lost cause from the very beginning.

Still, he wasn't going to let that dampen his spirits, especially not when they headed inside and were shown to their table. While he'd heard quite a bit about Ozzie's, Stolas had never been inside, and seeing it for himself was quite exciting! It was decadent and luxurious, built to encourage the sensual, and he was here with Blitz!

But Blitz….didn't seem that interested in their date. Stolas had tried to engage him, to ask about his business, to get to know more about his life outside of their arrangement, to show him that he wanted to know him more, that it wasn't just about the sex.

And then everything happened.

One of Blitz's associates had chosen to sing a ballad to his wife, and Asmodeus himself, the Deadly Sin of Lust, along with his star performer, Fizzarolli, had made a mockery of the other imp. Blitz had stood up to defend Moxxie, and suddenly the attention was on him.

Stolas hadn't known what to do, and before he could come to a decision, he was the one in the spotlight. Asmodeus brought up the fact that, to the outside world, it looked like he had broken up a perfect marriage, a perfect family, to have an affair with Blitz. Never mind the fact that he and Stella had been arranged, that they'd never loved one another, never mind the fact that she was cruel and insulting, and he did everything he could to insulate their daughter from her.

It had been the spectre of Octavia that had really gotten to him, though. Stolas was used to being the victim, to not defending himself, and he had hidden behind his menu instead of standing up for Blitz, instead of showing him that he cared, that he meant more to him than just their monthly arrangement, that he wanted more. He had been ashamed of himself…., but he made Blitz think he was ashamed of him.

They had left then, and he had tried to fix it, to invite Blitz in to talk…, but Blitz reminded him that the only thing between them was their arrangement. And Stolas hadn't known how to tell him otherwise, hadn't wanted to push…., and he'd given Blitz his space.

He had sat on the stairs of the palace after that, emotions finally catching up with him, and he had sobbed, letting out everything he hadn't been able to show when he actually needed to. Stolas was so used to bottling everything up that it finally just broke something inside him, and the dam of tears washed over him until he felt raw, hollow.

It was at that point he'd gone for the absinthe, drinking himself into a stupor. Because if he was drunk, he wouldn't feel as much. And if he didn't feel as much, it wouldn't hurt as badly.

But that had been a mistake, too.

He'd woken up several hours later, on the floor, empty bottle next to him, surrounded by his plants, with a pounding headache. He must have gone to the greenhouse to pour out his heart, the way he usually did when he couldn't keep things inside anymore. It wasn't as though he had anyone to talk to here, after all. Octavia would probably listen to him, but this wasn't her burden to bear. She was his daughter; she didn't need to know about this. He would put on a good face for her, and shield her from how utterly miserable he was.

If he was going to manage that, he needed to get up, to take his pills; he was pretty sure he'd forgotten them a couple of times this week, what with everything that had happened.

With a groan, he forced himself up off the floor, head pounding, and made his way into the bathroom. He looked even more of a mess than usual, with his makeup all smudged, but he dutifully took his Happy Pills, absently wondering if his dosage needed an adjustment.

Stolas checked his phone, to see if anything was new, and ended up scrolling through the pictures of Blitz he had, noticing just how …. miserable he seemed in all of them. He had wanted to commemorate their time together, so that he would have something to look back on between when they met up, but….maybe he'd been fooling himself.

He'd looked at it before, but even as he was talking to himself about everything, working through things he couldn't talk about outside of in his heart of hearts, he pulled down Asmodeus' book, opening again to the page about the crystals. If there was going to be any hope for him and Blitz to be together…., then something needed to change. They couldn't keep going on like this…, and he was the one that needed to fix things, needed to give Blitz the opportunity to choose what he wanted. Stolas couldn't have more with Blitz with the book between them, his ability to ruin Blitz's life at a moment's notice if he so chose hanging above them like the Sword of Damocles.

The owl knew he had been just….going through the motions of his life until Blitz had shown back up. He had brought Stolas something he hadn't even known he'd been missing, had brought light and life and passion, had shown him that there was more to life than fulfilling his duties and continuing on for his daughter's sake.

But had he ruined all of that tonight, in one moment of inability to properly communicate, the way he always did?

"Prince all alone upon your throne, your power is so frail," he said, mocking himself, his desire to speak out against his circumstances. That hadn't helped him before, but….., things had changed. "You raise your voice, you have no choice, inside your gilded jail," he mused, gazing out into the garden from the balcony, remembering the night Blitz had changed his life, how he'd stood up to Stella for the first time after that.

And then, as though his thought had summoned her, Stolas heard the clacking of Stella's heels behind him. He didn't turn around, just kept looking down at the garden below, remembering another time he'd actually been happy in this house, twenty-five long years ago.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Stella screeched, having apparently heard him talking to himself.

"Reflecting," Stolas responded, knowing that no matter what he said, it wouldn't matter.

"Well, stop!" came the shout from behind him, and Stolas practically flinched. Her sharp words usually came with some sort of violent action, and with the tone of her voice, he didn't doubt that that would be coming too.

"It's annoying to hear you screeching your silly woes all the time!"

Stolas' back was still to Stella, but he heard her approaching. Normally, he wouldn't say anything, would just take her abuse, the way he always did, but he had finally had enough.

"Why are you still here?" he asked, turning around to face her. "You leave with Via on weekends, but then you stay around the house, despite everything."

Stella didn't even hesitate. "I like tormenting you!" she told him, closing the distance between them. "I want to keep reminding you of what you did," Stella leaned forward, putting herself in Stolas' space, forcing him to either back away or hold his ground.

And this time, he didn't back down. "I know what I did!" he exclaimed, pulling himself up to his full height, refusing to take a step back, for the first time in a very long time. "I would feel bad if I hurt you," he added, "but we both know I didn't do that." There couldn't exactly be a betrayal if there was no love between them, when she had already hated him long before Blitz had come back into his life. "You and I were arranged for one reason: to birth a precautionary heir to the Goetia family. Nothing more!" he reminded her.

Stolas took a deep breath, but he wasn't done. There was so much he hadn't said to Stella, had been biting his tongue to try to keep the peace, but he was beyond finished with that.

"I tried, so many years, to make it comfortable us, to have this family, but it was never enough!" and he had been trying on his own. If they could have come to some sort of agreement, they could have worked together, could maybe have at least been friends. "The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty was for that girl" he gestured towards the house, where Octavia was presumably still sleeping, "to have a normal life!"

And after another breath, he knew what he needed to say, needed to do. "I cannot do this anymore! I want you out. Now!" he said, pointing, attempting to get her to leave.

"What do you mean out?" Stella asked, her eyes narrowed, fists clenched, everything in her posture and tone screaming 'danger.'

"I mean out!" Stolas repeated, his voice raised, stronger than he thought he could be, "Out of this palace. Out of my life. We are getting The. DIVORCE." He should have done this a long time ago, but he had never had the courage, never had any reason to stand up for himself. But a lot had changed in the course of a year, and he wasn't the same person he was even that long ago.

"How dare you!" Stella shouted, poking Stolas in the chest, forcing him to step back, trying to get the upper hand once more, the way she always had with him. "What do you think the rest of the Goetia family will think? And Andrealphus--" she lifted her hand to strike him, not for the first time.

But this time, Stolas saw it coming. This time, he caught her before the blow connected, keeping her from hurting him yet again.

"I don't care what your arrogant brother thinks!" he shouted, standing straight, refusing to back down, "And the only thing the Goetia family wanted from our marriage is already seventeen, so it's over. I'm done!" It had taken him far too long to get to this point, where he could stand up to her, but he meant every word. He couldn't do this any longer, not when he knew there was more now, not when he felt like he could actually breathe without suffocating when he wasn't with her.

For a moment, he thought she was going to try to strike him again, and he braced for the blow. But instead, she pulled away from him, eyes still narrowed.

"Fine," she spat, trying to save face. "I have no desire to stay in the place of a traitorous embarrassment. You have fallen from what little grace you had. And I know you'll pay for it," she declared, but quite frankly, Stolas didn't care what she thought, what she threatened, as long as she left.

And after another moment, she turned on her heel, making her way back through the house.

The second she was out of sight, that he was certain he was alone once more, any bravado he had left him, and he slumped down on the railing of the balcony, exhausted, alone…..the way he always would be.

@madefate // plotted starter drabble thing

[ask-kei-machi]

Kei had been working on a painting for the past several days, staring at it, painting over the original one too many times and restarting on a new canvas to the point he's torn through one of the canvases due to his anger (and stabbing it with a butterfly knife, but nevermind that detail). He was stressed, he wanted this painting to be absolutely perfect, so WHY couldn't he get it right!? What is he doing wrong!? Is it the proportions? Wrong paint colors?? The reference!?!?

WHAT'S THE PROBLEM!? WHY CAN HE NOT GET THE THING HE'S ASKING FOR!?!?

His hand shook, inhaling, then slowly exhaling as he let out a groan. His hands tug at damaged hair, the abuse in the fragile strands evident in the uneven lengths.

“It's fine, everything's fine. So what if the proportions are off? It adds character!” They mumble, biting on his thumb as he paces back and forth. Their teeth continued to dig into the thumb, deeper and deeper into the graphite-stained skin until it broke.

“Or am I saying it to make myself feel better? I don't even believe in my own words.”

[avichor]

answering some memes rn and plopping them into queue! i'm focusing on mutuals i have no threads with yet and they will be considerably shorter just to get started <3

[spirestar]

@heartinhands : [ shock ] (suzalulu teehee)

First real friend? What a joke their lives are. No, it's even worse than that--Suzaku played the joke on himself when he stepped into Lelouch's trap. Was it always lying in wait? When they were small, the world grinding itself to dust in their periphery, two hands intertwined and his sister's on their backs off and on. It can't have. Even with his cold heart, he can't believe that. Not entirely. Maybe he set the trap with his own two hands and his childhood friend only had to trigger it. See where caring will get you, Kururugi?

Today might be the last day he can be this sentimental. Moving forward, there's only the plan. Each move preconceived with expert precision like another one of Lelouch's stupid chess games. He'll win again. Like always. Suzaku can't keep his eyes from the live newsfeed on the large screen in Lelouch's quarters, where he's been sequestered for days now. C.C. abandoned him hours ago, 'It won't end any faster with us watching,' she'd said, and Suzaku knows she wasn't wrong. But he can't look away. It's his funeral, after all--With his worst enemy giving his last rites.

There's something so frightening about being dead. It's a necessity, their wish won't be fulfilled otherwise, but he's so powerless this way. His death is nothing, it won't bring any peace, meaningless in its banality as a casualty of war. Kallen will celebrate, won't she? Gino, too. Perhaps all the Black Knights will. Their enemies will hardly have enough time to rejoice that Lelouch's closest pawn was lost before everything tumbles to nothing. It's the death he deserves. But seeing Lelouch alone on the stage is--Terrifying. He matters. Suzaku feels sick just thinking about it, but if something were to happen when he can't be there--

As the smooth whoosh! of the door opening sounds, he's on his feet. There's always a grand delay with the feeds. Events end hours before they're fully broadcast and the Emperor has a hundred other duties he must perform to appear as disgusting as they need him to. The relief Suzaku feels at seeing him in person isn't surprising anymore; Your majesty is their promise and all the hate he feels for Lelouch is twisted into the real love Suzaku has held for him for so long, the poison in his veins that serves as his life's punchline. It must be that repulsive sentimentality that constricts his throat like a vice and puppeteers his arms to embrace Lelouch as the door shuts behind him. He burrows his face into the stupidly opulent fabric of Lelouch's clothes, embroidery and jewels he's never been good enough to touch now feeling the touch of tears he does his best to hold back.

Suzaku hates himself more than anyone else: He can't even say thank you. Thank you for mourning me when no one else will. No one else ever will. He can only dig his fingers into Lelouch's sides and arms and pray that it hurts enough to pretend this means nothing. Lying to himself again and again.

[magiicxkiingdcm]

aurora tag drop

── ★ || aurora || the gift of beauty || visage

[fragmented-deity-moved]

Tag dump

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#There Was Something In You I Knew Could Make That Change | Headcanons

#To Call Upon The Void Is To Hear It Answer | Asks

#Oh How Ironic Fate Can Be | RP Starters/RP Memes

#From Beyond Time | Out of Character [ooc]

#Creation & Composition Is Not Just A Mortal Quality | Music

#Announce To The World | OOC PSAs

#I See All of This World & It's Possibilities | Promos

#One Must Gather Themselves Before Gathering Their Chess Pieces | Self-promos

#Through The Eddies of Timelines | Aesthetics

#My Other Half | Iblis

#If Whole Once More | Solaris

#To Take On Such A Form Is Such Irony | Visage

#Shattered & Trying To Be Whole Again | Main Verse

#Take Up The Pen & Record Your History | Writing/Drabbles

#I Owe Much To You | Shadow

#A Faceless Shade | iconless

#Call of The Dark Moon | Open Starters

#A Being of Metal & Remnant of A Hero | Shard

#Heroes Must Stick Together | silver-heroes-rp

#A Word From A Deity's Own Mind | Dash Commentary

#Take A Whirl On The Wheel of Time | Dash Games

#Not Quite Black or White In Morality | fortruechaos

#Villains Have More Depth Than You Think | asktheevilgeniusesson

#A Mercenary Is Never Weak. Just Outmatched Upon Occasion | Infinite

#The One Who Kept My Other Half From Me | Sonic

#The Story of The Multiverse | thenextchapterbegins

#A Genius Beheld Within The Multiverse | Chronos/Tails

#And So The Machine of Time Continues Onwards With Cogs & Gears Turning | timeclipsed

#To Peer Upon One's Own Face Without A Mirror | Alternate Self Interaction

#To Repair A World Again | afracturedexistence

[ghcststory]

[ machine ] from delaney for whoever you're feeling 🧡

the steady hum from the machine, mixed with the wet, slick sounds it drew from delany, left carina far too pleased with herself. she sat there watching after orchestrating the entire thing, a tilt of her head and faint smirk tugging at her lips. the way delany remained on her hands and knees, and took each thrust, even as the relenting tempo increased, only encouraged carina further.

"baby girl, you're starting to look a bit worn out, hm? you still with me?" she teased, her tone a perfect mix of taunting and genuine care. carina rose and stepped closer, a hand running through her sweat-slicked hair and tucking the strands behind her ear. "you're so good for me, darling, taking every inch of this toy without complaint." the red of her stiletto nails trailed down to delany's face, tracing her cheek and jawline before pressing a thumb past her lips. "my husband will be home soon," a grin broke through her lips, "he'll love to see how good you are. won't you be a good girl and take his cock too? for me?" leaning down, carina went eye to eye with delany, watching her whimper and writhe beneath the constant pounding. carina didn't say a word and instead kept focus on delany, enjoying her struggle. but when she finally dropped her hand, she decided she wanted more from her.

moving around the woman, carina ran a hand down her naked body, while the other picked up the remote of the machine. just as she went to slap her the fleshy, round part of her ass, carina increased the speed of the machine, letting the whirring of the toy fill the room. "that's it, baby girl. i want to hear you moan. don't be shy now, sweetheart, let the neighbors know." her tone was sharp, demanding, watching in awe of how delany took it all.

[impishsensei]

@songcurse asked: [ HEAVY ] for our muses to have a make out session including dry humping and fondling || intimate prompts

it was a weekly ritual that their whole little group would gather on saturday nights to watch movies. even with geto defected and haibara gone, satoru, shoko, utahime, mei mei and nanami still met up. every once in a while, one of them had to dip out for some other responsibility, but there was usually at least three of them. this time, however, shoko, mei mei, and nanami were all busy... which meant it'd just be satoru and utahime.

he might have paid mei mei not to come, knowing nanami and shoko couldn't make it. maybe.

needless to say, utahime looked surprised and confused when their meeting time rolled around (she was always early) and not even mei mei had shown up. satoru offered to call it off knowing she wouldn't accept that, even if it meant being alone with him, and he smiled a little as she huffed and took her seat on the couch. he'd already prepared popcorn and a couple drinks — strawberry soda for himself, and some fancy sake he'd snuck out of his clan's estate for utahime. he'd meticulously picked out a movie, too. despite their line of work, he knew utahime could be quite the uppity and frightful type, so he'd popped a horror movie into the dvd player and shut off the lights before getting comfortable beside utahime.

it wasn't long before she was reacting rather dramatically to the jumpscares, almost knocking over the bowl of popcorn entirely, so satoru moved it to hold it in his lap instead. this left room for utahime to get closer, which she did when she'd grabbed onto his arm and hid her face from the screen. apparently, the anxiety of watching something like this was really getting to her. he was honestly hardly paying attention, his focus centered on how utahime squealed and clung to him.

sneakily, he moved an arm around her and settled a hand on her thigh, which he promptly rubbed comfortingly through her tights. she shot a glare at him, but satoru smiled down at her, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose a bit to show off his eyes. "i'm just trying to comfort you 'cause you're scared shitless, 'hime," he offered with a little shrug, and pulled her closer into his side. the idea was that she'd feel safer tucked into his warmth and within his infinity. when it finally finished, she proclaimed she was going to have trouble sleeping, nervous to even walk back to her dorm in the dead of night, and once more he was fighting back a grin.

"let me distract you, then," he said, and he'd pulled her up onto his lap then, his arms curling around her and settling on her back, which he rubbed soothingly. his fingers dipped to the hem of her shirt, pushing it up a bit so the warmth of his hands could come into contact with her lower back, and she seemed like she was about to say something at first, but he must have rubbed it just right because he breathing softened.

they were close, torsos pressed flush together, and satoru felt warmth filling his cheeks as he realized he could feel utahime's boobs squishing against him through her shirt. he'd never touched any before, let alone seen them, and suddenly he felt hers on him. wow. oh wow. he wanted to pull up her shirt and see how they fit into his hands. did girls like that? he bet she'd like that. he fought back that urge, though, knowing he'd scare her off if he tried it. there was a palpable tension nonetheless, multiplied when utahime reached up to pluck his glasses off and set them on the table. he blinked, and she huffed out an annoyed sigh, muttering something about how his eyes were stupidly pretty.

"does senpai like them?" he bats his eyelashes, offering her a somewhat bashful smile that she rolls her eyes at but doesn't deny. he takes a chance, then, perhaps spurred on by the heat of the moment as he offers an admission of his own. "i think you're really pretty, utahime-senpai. i think i have a little crush on you," he says, and utahime seems so surprised by his words that she doesn't even speak, mouth hanging agape in confusion. he takes that chance then to kiss her, but it's different than the last time. it's much softer, and things have changed a bit between them after the loss of their friends. she doesn't push him away. in fact, she seems to hesitantly press her lips against his, too, as if the tension's been resolved and she's giving in.

like this, satoru thinks it feels right. he's a little more insistent, large hands still rubbing at her back, and utahime in turn seems to get into it too, her hands sliding up into his hair. she makes a small sound against his lips, a soft moan, and that has his brain short-circuiting. he lays back onto the couch and pulls her down with him, utahime following his lead and learning fast as their kisses seem to grow in heat and intensity. they're opened mouthed and hot, and as they make out utahime is the one that grinds down against his thigh. she breaks the kiss at that, looking confused but flushed as she does it again.

satoru groans and pulls her in for another kiss, his hands sliding down from her back to her thighs, smoothing back up over the material of her tights to hold her hips, fingers curling around against her ass. he gives it a little squeeze, and fuck it's so soft. he wants to look at it and feel it and maybe even fuck it. he resituates her as they continue to kiss, and cheekily pushes her to grind down against him. since he's sweats, and she's got some thin tights on under her skirt, he can feel clearly how hot she is between her thighs. they both moan into each other's mouths, lips spit-slick and a little red from the continuous attention.

he's pretty sure he heard her whine 'more, please,' and satoru eagerly complies, working tongue and teeth into their kisses in a way that's messy, made filthier by how they continue to grind against each other. he swears he must be dreaming, but it feels all too real to be fake. she nibbles on his lower lip and he can feel the sting—holy fucking shit, it is real. he's already thinking of how he wants to pull her tights down and do away with his sweats, but utahime suddenly stops and shoots up.

'gotta pee—b-bathroom!'

and she's out the door fast that satoru's blinking in confusion. had he imagined that? she doesn't bring it up the next day, and he figures she must have drank more than he thought or perhaps he really had hallucinated.

[vartouhix]

❛  We'll see each other again soon.  ❜ // it's what junjie always tells vartouhi before he leaves for his duties when they were kids & then he says it again when :(

soft angst sentence starters ; accepting

The breath of the planet's contented sigh kissed her cheek, tousling her pink hair. The wind turned the red grasses around them into a sea, waves undulating in perfect, lazy rhythm. The sky was turning purple as the sun sets on the day--a hard one, for Raeynia Vartouhi.

Becoming queen years ago had been unavoidable. Aram had fallen in battle, sacrificed himself to further their cause, to fight for freedom of their people. He was a hero, commemorated in the form of a glorious statue in the courtyard of the Knights Academy, forever a symbol for hopeful trainees to aspire to. Grief was no longer part of her day-to-day life. That monster had quickly been forgotten with all that had served as a distraction. But in quiet moments of remembrance, it made itself known again, its claws constricting around her heart.

Despite her years of experience being queen on another planet, Siran had refused to take up the crown. It made sense; her home was no longer on Balah. She had a family waiting for her, and she did not want to uproot them and force them to unlearn everything they had come to know to make room for a new world, a new culture. Afzal had developed post-traumatic stress disorder. Even if he had wanted to rule, he would not be fit. The time for Kohar to wed her many fiancés had finally come, and she could no longer stay on Balah. Lusine did not want the responsibility of the throne, used to helping the people with more freedom and autonomy, not to mention a sparser schedule. And Anoush sat in the dungeons for her treachery against her own home. Her powers taken away, she would never be the same unless Vartouhi deemed her rehabilitated. Even after all these years, Anoush still curled her lip in disdain and hissed her words at her sister whenever she visited, so it did not seem likely to be anytime soon.

Raisa and Zhirayr were gone. Had been, since the initial invasion; Raisa trying to save her lover and Zhirayr taking to the streets to help evacuate the civilians.

So it had been Vartouhi's duty to ascend to the throne. With her full power realized, it may have been the inevitable outcome, even if all the other factors surrounding her siblings had been different. She ruled justly, and with the aim of nurturing their planet back to peace and harmony. Of course, it was easier wished for than done. Junjie had stayed by her side all this time, and had been her rock in times where it all felt so overwhelming.

"We'll see each other again soon."

Pink brows furrowed above eyes full of confusion. Her head whipped around to take in the sight of him. He wasn't looking at her; his gaze was on the stars starting to peek out of their hiding places among the cosmos. She studied the expression on his face, searching for the secret she knew he must be hiding. "I relieved you of your duties for the week, because it's your birthday..." she explained slowly, carefully, as if his words had made her doubt her own actions. He looked at her, then, and his eyes were sad, a bittersweet smile just barely tilting the corners of his lips. "Junjie..." She felt chills wash over her entire body, like she was back on Earth and had stepped out into the cold of winter. Vartouhi could sense that something awful was coming.

She leaned forward, hands finding the dirt to prop herself up. Hesitated for a moment, before crawling over to him and climbing into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. It was sort of an open secret that Balah's queen favored her most trusted guard. A maid had caught them in a similar position in her wing's personal library once, and the rumor had spread quickly. It was a testament to the respect her people had for her that no one thought less of her for it. On the contrary, some civilians and palace staff had bets on how long it would take her to wed him.

Vartouhi came closer, pressing her forehead to his. Her eyes began to glow, and it all flowed into her mind--all of his secrets, his memories, everything. When she recoiled back, eyes wide and bewildered, tears had begun to fill her waterline as the light flickered out of her eyes, her telepathic powers dismissed. She looked at him for a long moment, the tears building up until they overflowed, silently falling down her cheeks. Vartouhi cupped his face in her hands, shaking her head in tiny little movements. "Don't go, i'hlaya*," she begged. Quickly, she pressed her mouth to his, lips quivering with the effort not to sob into the kiss. It was soft, gentle. She was afraid pouring the entire depth of her feelings for him would only make this harder. "Please don't leave me behind." The words whispered across his lips, her own brushing against them as she spoke. Unable to hold it in anymore, she buried her face into his shoulder and wept.

Another breeze swept past the two, and she felt his posture go stiff in her hold. "Princess...?" He sounded confused, as one might sound after coming out of a dream. His hands came to her upper arms and carefully moved her back, as if he didn't know how to handle her. Upon seeing her crying, he looked alarmed, flustered, confused. "This isn't-- appropriate. Why-- why are you crying?" He scooted back, out from under her, and stood, dusting himself off with a clearing of his throat. "Come now, this behavior isn't befitting of a princess. We should get back to the palace. I'm sure someone is looking for you." But she didn't move. She just sat there, that monster called grief gleefully devouring her broken heart.

Her Junjie was gone.

[mystiika]

misc tag drop

[metalfeather]

9. for sparring to turn into sex

NSFW Prompts

Theirs was a dance practiced and performed for over countless lifetimes, a frenzy of adrenaline and sweat. A means of connection, of conversation, unspoken, but felt.

A smile is seemingly fixed to his features as he dodges the swipe of her wing, bending over backwards, using the momentum to kick up at her direction. " You're getting sloppy, Shayera." A painfully incorrect statement, made for the express purpose of pressing her buttons.

" Want me to show you a few moves?" He charges in, shoulder-first, feigning a body check to navigate his way to her behind, grappling a wing and pinning her against the wall.

He lets them stay there for a moment, letting the adrenaline settle and course its way through their body. His breath is hot against the back of her neck, a hand pressed gently on her wing while another came to rest on her hip, on the edge between what was a normal touch of support and a clear copping of a feel.

"I promise I'll be real thorough."

[burnedself]

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.

USFW Prompts ft @sonicme

Ah, the routine tedium of academia. A part of her misses it, really. The day in and the day out, 9 to 5, experiencing time linearly, trying to expand young bright minds. Except for that bit Professor Ayers was busy doing, the grading. How could you put a number to one's intelligence? By putting a bunch of questions on a paper and mistaking remembering well to true learning?

That's why his classes were largely symposiums, near impossible to remember, leaving an impression, rather than tangible fact.

Shame Doctor Basil Disco disappeared on a trip to the Amazons. A truly tragic tale. She'll send the family flowers.

She lounges on one of River's chairs, bouncing a small, rubber ball against the wall a few times before getting bored by it. She needed a break-- They needed a break. River seemed to be hunched over her desk for the past week, it felt like. Then, flash of a memory, something River had done to him oh so very long ago. Feeling of being bored behind the desk, the approach of dark, curly, and mischievous. Hands, too many to count.

That was one way to kill the time.

So, she gets up, making her way to her desk, to stand behind her, hands placed on her shoulders. "You seem awfully overworked, professor." She speaks all too sweetly, innocently, leaning down to have her breath hot against River's ear, hands starting to slide down from her shoulders to the front of her shirt.

"You deserve a break, darling."

[jinusajas]

01/03/25; 10:00pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when they realize that you’re the true mc from behind the screen ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

notes: this is just my own take on the self aware au! i know other creators who’ve written their own self aware au’s (and have executed them amazingly well!), but i hope that you readers will give my story a chance, too ♡

you never understood the hype that surrounded the game known as love and deepspace-

however, the moment sylus was announced as the newest love interest for this game-

to say you were mildly interested would have been the greatest understatement of the century. when his trailer was revealed, you swore you felt your knees clash together while basking in his pure, masculine beauty.

and his voice- dear god did it sound like pure silk against your ears!

needless to say, you downloaded lads the moment sylus dropped as the latest love interest. when you made your mc, you did your best to model her after your own appearance to the best of your abilities-

however, it seemed impossible to do.

the mc was just too petite and perfect, something that you could never achieve in real life. yet despite it all, you tried your best to customize her to match your features before starting the game. as you struggled with the missions in the main story, you were essentially grinding until the moment you could unlock sylus's story branch-

and the moment when you accomplished it, you were truly on cloud 9, taking an ungodly amount of screenshots each time sylus was on your phone's screen. you kept interacting with him in game, raising his affinity with you to level 50 in a mere few weeks.

it was embarrassing how much you adored this gorgeous man made up entirely of pixels. you always spent quality time with him, bringing him with you when you worked or had to study for an upcoming exam. each time you would glance at your phone and see his devastatingly handsome features cleaning his gun, you would grin and press a kiss on your screen (directly over his cheek!)

were you shameless for feeling so deeply about a fictional man-

absolutely yes. but did you care?

no.

after kissing sylus for what had to be the thousandth time that day, you would go back to your responsibilities, unaware that sylus could hear you and feel the sensation of your kisses against his cheek.

at first, it was maddening for sylus to realize that everything he's been through was made up by some writers at a company. every tragedy was forced upon him for the sake of a good story-

and he hated it.

he hated how his every word was essentially a script made up by that same company and how he was forced to interact with an mc that was just the same as the rest-

yet the moment he realized he could see you settled behind that woman's avatar-

sylus was intrigued, to say the least.

despite how you looked drastically different from the mc, something about you drew him to you more than the mc ever could. for starters, you were a true, living person who had a personality.

and you just seemed so alive each time sylus saw you. the more time he had spent with you, the more his feelings of curiosity turned into something tangible and real-

making sylus yearn for the day you would recognize him noticing you. he stops cleaning his gun just then, simply keeping his crimson gaze on your form as you wrote in your notebook. the hours continue to pass, yet sylus allows the quality time feature to go on even past the 30 minute mark, not stopping until you were done.

as your eyes go back to your phone, you were ready to quit the session when sylus purposely stops you, "no kiss this time? you wound me, little dove."

he basks in your wide eyed expression and the way your mouth was wide open in a gape, chuckling as you waved your hand over the screen-

and sylus was following your every movement.

"you can see me?"

"i think we've made that abundantly clear just now, little dove." he shakes his head, feeling his world tilt slightly when you pick up your phone.

"y-you just spoke to me, and i- i'm your little dove?" a dreamy expression crosses your features as you kept your gaze on sylus. he gives you a rare, tiny smile while reaffirming his nickname for you with a nod, "of course you are. you have always been my little dove since the moment i laid eyes on you."

a cute sound escapes from your parted lips, and he felt himself being jostled around when you began to spin while holding your phone. with his eyebrows lifted in response, he calls out your name while telling you, "you don't seem to be as panicked as i imagined."

"are you kidding me? i-" you cough and give him a sheepish expression, "i actually love you so much, and despite the weirdness of this all, i'm strangely happy."

your words succeed in making sylus feel warm inside-

and he knew he had to find a way to be with you soon.

zayne has always been aware of your existence, since you were a longtime player of his game and have spent most of your time together with him.

strangely enough, he took pride in having the highest affinity with you-

yet when you obtained any of the other love interest's memories, or spent some time with them-

a wave of jealousy would course through zayne's veins. he knew that he was programmed to always feel happy with whatever man you chose-

but he couldn't bring himself to let you go. after all, zayne knew that he loved you the most out of all of them.

he was the one who held your health and wellbeing above all else (even ignoring his own desires to see you during his quality time sessions with you.)

while working on his laptop at the cafe, he was aware of how late it was and was hoping that you were already safe and sound in bed-

so imagine his surprise when he sees you logging into the game, greeting him with a tired smile on your face as you opened up the quality time menu with him.

"hey zaynie, i know it's late, but i need to get these assignments done just to stay ahead. i couldn't find the time to do them earlier, so that's why i'm here."

admittedly, zayne could feel a shiver of pleasure each time you spoke to him, allowing him to bask in the sound of your voice-

yet more so than that was how concerned he was that you wanted to do your assignments at such an ungodly hour. as you pressed on the quality time session, zayne would immediately cancel it. confusion was etched onto your features, making you try again-

only to have zayne cancel the session once more.

"what the hell is going on?"

unable to hide the fact that he could respond to you (and not wishing to ignore you any longer) zayne takes a chance and speaks to you.

"it's too late for you to be studying. you should be in bed, ready to sleep."

your eyebrows furrow in response to his words, uncertain if this was part of his script (it wasn't). unable to stop, zayne continues to lightly scold you, "humans need at least 8 hours of sleep, and i know that you've barely gotten 5 hours the past few days."

"oh my god, what?!" he watches as you pick up your phone, meeting his gaze as an incredulous expression was seen on your face. "zaynie, are you talking to me?"

zayne was conflicted now, pulling at the collar of his shirt before clearing his throat, wanting to be honest with you, "yes... i am talking to you, and if you cared for me and my feelings at all, you would go to bed and work on your assignments in the morning, once you're fully rested."

it takes you a moment to take this all in.

from zayne meeting your gaze and scolding you because he was concerned about your health-

it honestly felt like such a dream come true.

your features end up breaking out into a kind smile, and zayne could feel a blush creeping up against his cheek when you nuzzle your face closer to your phone, "okay zaynie, i'll go to sleep."

cradling the phone close to your chest, you let out a hum while slowly getting into bed. once you were settled in bed, you held up your phone to see zayne looking back at you. he smiles at you, "good girl, now close your eyes and sleep."

he watches as you purse your lips before asking him, "will you stay with me, zayne?"

smiling at your request, he gives you a nod, "of course. i'm not going anywhere." he watches you once more as you cuddle into your comforter, closing your eyes while setting your phone close to you.

and as your breathing evens out, (turning softer), zayne whispers your name, filled with longing and love for you alone.

you had to be experiencing the worst cold of your life as you were settled in bed with your phone in hand, playing love and deepspace as you did some missions with xavier, your true love interest for the game.

in the middle of your battle, you let out a particularly loud sneeze, wiping the snot away from your nose while blowing into a tissue when a tiny voice was heard saying "bless you."

after blowing your nose, you said 'thank you' in response-

only to do a double take.

who just said bless you?

you take a quick scan around your room, coughing here and there-

only to realize that there was no one in sight.

you hear the voice again, this time saying your name as you realized that it sounded familiar to you. looking back at your phone, you saw xavier had already taken out the enemy and was looking directly at you.

you swallow thickly, your voice shaky when you began to speak,

"xavier?"

"yes."

"you can hear me?"

"i was able to hear you since day 1, and you chose to stick with me." xavier was practically grinning now, appearing smug while folding his arms across his chest.

by now, you were feeling dizzy as you slowly sit up in bed, feeling almost feverish while looking into xavier's gorgeous, true blue eyes. xavier has been aware of your presence this whole time-

and that fact was enough to make a surge of warmth course through you.

"you... you have always been able to see me?" you ask xavier in a shy voice, earning an earnest nod from him, "yes, and..." he trails off while pressing a hand against your screen, "i'm sorry that i'm unable to take care of you when you're feeling so sick."

"n-no! don't worry about it... i'm just happy that you're here... with me."

a sweet smile paints xavier's expression, coupled along with a gentle chuckle. "i'm happy to be with you, too. and i'm happy that you chose me over them."

realizing what xavier meant, you gave him the best smile you could manage while wiping at your nose with a new tissue, "i will always choose you, xavi."

hearing your admission causes a surge of possessiveness to course through xavier's veins. and while you smiled back at him, the philos prince was thinking of ways to forever keep your smiles for himself.

feeling the need to clean your house and do some chores around it, you decide to spend some quality time with rafayel, the hot lemurian you fell in love with ever since you began playing love and deepspace. with his pretty, pouty face on your screen, you began cleaning, moving around your kitchen and living room while wiping down each surface you could see.

you spent a few hours cleaning, with rafayel seeming to sketch during his quality time session with you, which felt odd. usually, after 30 minutes, the game would notify you, asking if you'd like to continue the session as you confirmed it-

yet now, that didn't seem to happen.

you saw no notification-

and rafayel was still sketching on your screen.

with a shrug, you figured the game probably updated and added this new feature, where you didn't have to constantly renew the 30 minutes during your quality time with rafayel. feeling thirsty now, you pick up your phone and head into the kitchen, setting your phone on the counter as you went into the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"hey princess! where did you go?! i can't see you!"

you nearly dropped your water bottle in response, hearing rafayel's voice coming from your phone. "come on princess, don't leave me hanging, where are you?"

was this a new script?

closing your fridge, you step closer to your phone, seeing rafayel's pout. picking it up, allowing rafayel to finally see you, he was smiling now while winking at you. "there you are, princess! are you done doing all that work?"

words were unable to form as you were left gaping at him, making the artist chuckle while shaking his head, "you look like a goldfish, which is pretty cute! oh, before i forget!"

rafayel pulls back, revealing his sketchbook to you. your heart was felt clenching slightly before racing upon realizing every sketch was about you-

not your mc in game.

the realization of it all had you reeling, with your hands gripping at your counter when you addressed rafayel. "rafe, you can see me?"

"of course i can, always have been able to, princess." he has the audacity to make your heart flutter the moment he gives you another wink. "and let me just say, i've been loving what i've been seeing so far, princess."

by now, you felt like you were on the verge of collapsing, unable to hide your grin as you cling to your phone all while basking in rafayel's flirty and playful words-

yet little did you know, somewhere along the way, rafayel had genuinely fallen head over heels for you, keeping each painting and sculpture he had made of you hidden so that you would never know-

at least, not yet.

end notes: i'm so happy to write a story like this, where all the lads men truly are so META and wish to be with YOU-

and not the mc (⺣◡⺣)♡

this is currently unedited, but i shall make any changes the moment this story is posted!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!