#much bigger every time i look in the mirror?! i can't do it anymore i can't i can't i can't i can't i can't!!!!! somebody help me! tell me

[somesofty]

What have you noticed going from thin to fatter? And may I say you don’t look chubby but you are an actual fat man now, looks amazing!

Heh, I've been waiting for this post. And thank you so much for thinking I'm already fat (I think I've got more pounds to pack on tho) It's really been making me happier, giving me dumb smiles to see the belly I can't hide any long jutting from my body in the mirror. Like, I realized 'damn, I can't suck this in all the way anymore. I can't hide from people I'm getting big.' And every time I stuff myself or see that I've weighed in a pound heavier I remember how much I love getting bigger and it just makes me want to get even bigger than that. It was really great to notice one day the moobs coming in. All I did was brush my arm against them and I had my 'oh shit, I'm getting boobs' moment. Had to remember it wasn't all going to go to my gut haha

I'm really ready for the fupa to come in and swallow everything whole. It's been getting softer down there and this is a bit embarrassing to admit but: I like to shave between my belly and the little guy down there. But recently I discovered I can't shave there just by looking down anymore. I need a mirror. So, that's gonna require some practice.

(I'm a bottom. I don't need a big toy between my legs. In fact, I hope I get smaller in 'the one place it matters.' All I need is a little pleasure button hidden in a cavern of lard.) Oh and let me tell you about pants. I used to remember pants being something you just sort of...put on. It's a struggle now. Like, I remember being able to just throw them on in a second. Not anymore. I have to sit down and really work'em on. And omg, socks? The belly is in my way so I've gotta sit for that too and geez, I didn't realize putting socks on was supposed to be a work out! And to sum the other stuff up, I bump into chairs and doorways now because I don't realize there's more hip to me. I can't stand at a counter or table without the gut poking it and reminding me, 'hey! Don't forget, you're chubby now haha.' And omg if I can't help but touch my belly when getting in the car. Such a tight fit in there and the seatbelt just wants to grab on as much as me. Wooh! Do I sound like I'm too into this?

[petew21-blog]

Why can't you be like Wyatt?

Charmed fanfiction. For now, PLEASE, don't send more Charmed fanfiction.

Why can’t I be like Wyatt? Chris couldn’t be happier. He preserved his own existence in the future and secured his birth. Spending so many months in the past among his aunts and parents was kind of therapeutic for him, even if they didn’t know who he was. But he still hasn’t prevented Wyatt from becoming evil, so he’d have a lot of time to go before he could return to the future and live a happy family life.

There had to be a way how to speed up the process. He went to the Book of Shadows to revise the information he knew about the demons hoping that he would find some new info. As he was browsing through the pages, his mind was elsewhere. He thought back on his youth, how Wyatt was always better than him, stronger, the older brother. „Why can’t I be as strong as Wyatt?“ It went on repeat, as he considered how much easier Wyatt would’ve had it had their roles been reversed, until he couldn’t bear it anymore and said it out loud. „Why can’t I be like Wyatt?!?“ he felt a strange surge of warmth under his fingers touching the book. He turned over his hands, but there was nothing wrong with them. Shrugging it off, he went back downstairs.

As he left the room, the book turned to a page that said Old regrets. The page said:

"Winds of time, turn back today,

Undo regrets that cloud my way.

By moon's light and star's true gleam,

Let what was wrong now be redeemed.

Shift the past, reshape the scene,

So all I've wished for can be seen."

As days went by Chris felt himself become more confident about his daily actions. He used to worry about how others saw him and now he simply didn’t. Others noticed his newfound confidence, but just as Chris, they didn’t pay much attention to it. Chris decided to change his wardrobe. He threw away all the colourful clothing and dressed more in black. Every jeans now sported a new black belt. His watch, his necklace, his shoes. Everything was now black. He shrugged it away for trying to be more elegant.

Months went by, his hair grew longer, his muscles got bigger and his personality wasn’t as pleasant as before. He spent less and less time researching for a way to save the future or even just at the Halliwell manor and more in the clubs, drinking, partying and just letting loose, doing whatever he wanted in the moment. It even involved some personal gain magic over time, but who cared anyway?

One day, Chris looked at himself in the mirror. He’d grown taller and decided to grow his hair out more. His long hair touched his shoulders. He’d even grown a scruffy beard he loved to brush his hand over. But now, as he looked at himself in the mirror, he realised for the first time how much he has changed over the months. „Holy shit, I’m turning into Wyatt“ as he said that, his eye colour changed, his hair turned blond and his face morphed. He was becoming fully Wyatt. He stood and watched as all the details of his body now resembled the Wyatt from his own time.

Chris smiled. „Wow, fuck me…I’m exactly like Wyatt“ his mischievous smile appeared. He scanned his new face in the mirror, touching his lips, feeling the vibrations of his voice as he touched his neck while speaking. He felt so powerful. He could take over the world now if he wanted to. He shouldn’t be hidden in the shadows trying to save mortals. He should be worshipped. He should be… feared. Yes, everyone should fear and worship the ground he walked on. He was Wyatt Halliwell and he had the power to make his will reality. He would make it so. Wyatt flexed in the mirror, laughing. He grabbed his bulge and proudly looked at himself in the mirror. „I got a lot to be proud of. Well, everything about me really.“

As he embraced his new self, Wyatt blinked. What happened? He was fighting the resistance and now he was in some shitty hotel room. Where the hell was he? He looked up and saw himself in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary. He went to loom out of the window. He was in San Francisco, but it wasn’t his city. In his time there wasn’t a Golden Gate anymore. He made sure of that. „I’m in the past. How did I get here?“

His phone rang. It was Piper. „Hey, Chris. We haven’t seen you for a while. Are you ok?“ Wyatt paused for a while before answering. He was in the past. Chris shouldn’t exist yet. Why was she asking for him? As he was pondering these questions, a part of him wanted to say that he will come by to see them, but instead he just heard himself say: „Wrong number.“ Piper said back: „Wrong number? But this is Chris’s phone“ Wyatt had had enough of this. His little brother was worthless. „No. It’s mine and my name is Wyatt“ he finished as he turned off the call.

He orbed to the manor and saw his mother and two aunts in front off him Piper: “Wyatt? What have you done to Chris?!?“ Wyatt: „I would love to know that I hurt him somehow, but as far as I know I just got here. So, either you let me have that book for a while and send me back to the future, or I will destroy your time“ The Charmed sisters wanted to capture Wyatt, turn him into a good person again, but that was something that they needed Chris for. They didn’t know the original cause that turned Wyatt evil and Wyatt soon grew bored of them. He orbed them somewhere for the time being, Piper and Phoebe separate from Paige of course.

The use of power felt good. He was power made physical: he had the right to exercise that power and rule. But before he could get part one of his plan and takeover the magical nexus of the manor for even more power, a time portal opened and he stepped out himself. „I know I look gorgeous shapeshifter, but do tell me, why do I sense my own self when I sense you?“ the newly arrived version of him said. Wyatt turned around and saw his own face staring back at him. „I’m you, but I see we’ve got a lot of catching up to do“ Wyatt explained to his doppelganger that he didn’t know how he arrived in the past and demonstrated his vast power as evidence of his identity.

The other Wyatt grinned and did the same. „Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Well if you are, you should“ Wyatt said: „To take over the world together now instead of in twenty years?“ The other Wyatt: „Together!“ Together they absorbed the nexus, their bodies now radiating power as they felt like gods even more than before. They just had to show themselves to the most powerful evil beings, beat them into submission easily and humanity would be quick to fear and worship them as their godkings after a few unnatural disasters.

Another Charmed story request by anonymous author who helped with editting

Charmed: Chris (in the past) accidentally wishes he was as powerful as Wyatt and transforms into the evil future version of Wyatt (or possesses him) and is taken over by Wyatt's personality.

[muzzlemouths]

Apologies if this has been asked already, but is there any chance we might get to see what those conversations between sun and moon were like? I just started reading (Don't) Fear the Reaper and now that I know they talk when Sun is quiet, I can't help but wonder what's being said.

When I eventually get around to writing the follow-up fic (which will explore the story from Sun's pov) you'll get to see each and every conversation they had!

Since I'm not sure when that will be (and I have a rough version of what it might look like already written up in my notes) I'll go ahead and drop it here for you to chew on in the meantime :3

This conversation occurs in their personal cabin when y/n first finds out about Moon's existence. I've left the original lines in for context, but they'll be indented so you know what is and isn't internal.

“We?” You watch with growing curiosity as he freezes in place and winces, like he’s just been caught in a lie.

“Sun—”

“I know, I know.”

“Fix it.”

There it is, again. That distant expression like his mind is somewhere else entirely. You aren’t sure if robots are capable of internal monologue, but if they are, his must be pretty intense for the absolutely guilty expression he wears before smothering it with another mocked up smile.  “Me and…Moon,” he answers, voice pitifully small. 

“What are you doing?”

“It’s better to be honest, isn’t it? They’re going to find out eventually.”

“No. No. You’re going to say something you shouldn’t.”

“I can handle myself in a conversation just fine, thank you very much. I have so fa—”

“You don’t know when to shut up.”

His smile falters, eyes panicked like a child being scolded.

Moon. You recognize the name from the conversation with Oscar earlier, how scared he had looked from the mere mention of it. You aren’t entirely sure how to navigate this situation, but if this Moon has everyone up in arms, there must be a good reason for it, right? “Is he…dangerous?” 

“....Well? Am I?”

“Oh, now you want me to talk?”

“Just thought they should know all the grisly details, since you seem keen on being truthful.”

Sun hesitates to answer. He bides his time by tending to your ankle, instead. Carefully drawing your shoe away like a reverse cinderella, then gently turning your ankle in all directions to get a feel for the damage. 

“You’re not being fair.”

“Go on, tell them.”

“I don’t think that’s a good ide—”

“Tell them how I butchered her. How I didn’t stop until her pulse flickered under my hand.”

“Moon—”

“Tell them how much I regret letting go.”

“I—”

“Tell them how often we think about her blood caking our palms. How relieving it felt to finally—”

“It doesn’t feel broken,” he tells you. 

“Don’t ignore me.”

“I think you might have just twisted it. Should be in tip-top shape by morning!” He faces you with that telltale smile once more, only for it to droop significantly when you don’t immediately mirror his relief. It’s not the answer you’re waiting for. 

“Hypocrite.” Moon snarls. “Cornered yourself. Now you’re the animal stuck in a trap.”

“Little rabbit…” he sighs. “You are very, very lucky, you know. This could have been much worse.”

Pebbles climb in your throat, brought on by his words. Each bigger than the last and taking up space where you need to breathe. They rattle with every inhale, collecting in great heaps the longer he fits you with that emotionless stare. You don’t think he’s referring to your ankle, anymore.

“Cruel. Warning a rabbit with one foot already in a trap.”

“They’re smarter than you think.”

“It’s too late to save them.”

“...I know.”

“Then why bother?”

A twig snaps just outside the door, relieving you of his piercing gaze as his neck wrenches to follow it. Just a squirrel.  “Sun, I—” “Anyone can be dangerous,” he whispers, eyes still zeroed in on the animal.

“Caaareful.”

“I told you, it’s better to be honest," Sun's optics twitch ever briefly. "They ought to know it isn’t you they should fear.”

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chapter 15

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: character death, mentions of animal abuse, y/n and hermione are so protective of each other it's sick

Note: Hello! wow this one took forever, I feel bad that I'm always apologizing for delayed updates but oh well here we are :/ this one is more to move the plot forward and I wanted to follow canon in a way that would make sense for this story

anyway, as always thank you so much for the continued support and an even bigger thanks for your patience! crossing my fingers that updates will be more frequent from here on out. that's it, i hope you enjoy this one!

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Hermione stands over you as you hold out the thick strand of hair, pinched in between your fingers.

Harry and Ron stare at it with bated breaths, the air in between the four of you is still; anticipating.

You didn't have to consider for too long to know it belonged to your mother. You had nearly mistaken it for your own, if it weren't for the grayish undertones, only fully visible when illuminated.

It seems every time you saw your mother, her hair would be a shade lighter. As time did its duty, as the years passed, the older each of you got, the less you resembled the other.

You don't see your mother when you look in the mirror, not anymore.

"Are you sure that's hers?" Ron asks as you rise from your crouching position.

The painful lump in your throat prevents you from answering him.

You swallow thickly.

"I'm sure." You finally say.

Silence once again, as Ron reaches out to carefully pick out the strand, retrieving it from your grip, he drops it into the flask he held in his other hand with even more precision.

The only noise that fills the air is a faint sizzle, as the polyjuice potion consumes its final ingredient.

You feel Hermione move to your side, her fingers curl around your bicep, her other hand firmly intertwines with yours.

"Are you certain we'll be allowed into Bellatrix's vault?" Harry asks, he looks at you expectantly and you grace him with an assured nod.

"I've seen my mother retrieve things for her dozens of times, it'll work." You claim, but Harry's immediate skepticism doesn't evade you, and honestly, you can't hold it against him.

Your plan is far from foolproof. Like many times before the four of you are simply hoping to get by on pure chance and luck.

"How do we know what it is, when we get in her vault? I mean, a Horcrux could be anything." Ron asks, a question you were all wondering.

"I'll know." Harry quips plainly.

You glance at Hermione to shoot her a look before returning your attention back to Harry.

"It's hard to explain but– I'll just know." He adds, and none of you wish to push on the subject further.

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You watched as Hermione lifted the flask filled with polyjuice to her lips, but then she pauses. Her shoulders rise as she takes a deep breath, as if preparing herself.

"Wait–" You interject, rising from the bed, in three large strides you are standing before your girlfriend.

"Let me drink it." You then place a hand over Hermione's, but she pries it off lightly.

"No, I'll do it." She counters, and you don't attempt to mask your disapproval.

"You can't drink it." Hermione reiterates.

"When we get to Gringotts, it'll appear more believable with you by my side, you know it." She adds, and you hate that Hermione is right.

You sigh.

"Darling, it's too dangerous." You breath out, your hand travels up her forearm, eventually tenderly cupping her face.

Hermione instinctively shuts her eyes at the sensation, she leans into your touch, her muscles no longer tense, her body visibly reacts to your warmth.

"We're all in danger." She finally claims, once your eyes meet again.

"This is the only way. There's another Horcrux hidden in her vault, we just have to find it." Hermione states assuredly but it does nothing to convince you of the plan.

You remain staring at your girlfriend, Hermione always had a way of making your heart feel like it could just implode within your chest.

You are overcome with love, care, and longing, all of these feelings encapsulated in the sheer dread of what's to come, of what might happen.

Hermione finds no trouble in returning your gaze.

This wordless exchange lasts for several seconds until Hermione decides to take advantage of your unmoving state. She leans in, passionately capturing your lips with her own.

Your hands quickly shift to rest on her waist, you then feel Hermione's hand move to the back of your head, pulling you closer.

You are taken aback as she opens her mouth wider, deepening the kiss, soon enough her tongue makes contact with your own.

You have no air left in your lungs, but the last thing you wish to do is pull away.

Hermione lets out a light hum as she presses her body up against yours; her eagerness causes your entire body to tremble, you worry your legs might give out at any moment.

The kiss ends as abruptly as it began.

A sharp gasp leaves Hermione's lips as she takes a step back, as if it proved a real struggle for her to cease the kiss.

Soon a sense of euphoria overcomes your entire being, even if it is fleeting, you feel at peace and it translates into a boyish grin across your face.

Hermione notices, and she has to bite her bottom lip to hide a smile herself.

She places a lingering hand over your chest before shoving you away playfully.

"Go on, wait outside. I'll meet you there." Hermione orders, and you know better than to protest.

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You continued to pace back and forth, the usually maddening feeling of sand repeatedly filling your shoes does nothing to distract you.

Trepidation rapidly materializes within you the longer you waited for your girlfriend.

By taking the Polyjuice and assuming your mother's identity, Hermione is putting herself in immense danger, and you are expected to stand by and simply witness it, again.

"It'll be fine." You hear Harry's voice, but you don't acknowledge him.

You can't feel anything beyond the incessant pounding in your head; you possessed barely any strength at all, you mustered just enough to stomach this.

Soon enough, Hermione emerges from the hut and the sight you are met with is unsettling.

The woman standing before you appears to resemble your mother. Wearing the clothes your mother would wear, there was no trace of Hermione, beyond her voice.

Harry and Ron fail to speak alongside your silence. Hermione looks between the three of you impatiently.

"So, how do I look?" She asks, and you can't help but grimace.

"Disturbing." You quip.

Then you had no choice but to look away.

"Come on, let's just get this over with." You release an exasperated breath and Harry emerges next to you with Griphook.

"Griphook you give that to Hermione to hold onto, alright?" The man states, but it mainly sounded like a warning.

The Goblin lets out a subtle gripe as he hesitates, before eventually sheathing the steel into your girlfriend's bag.

"You get us into Bellatrix's vault, and the sword is yours." Harry reassures.

Ron finally takes out his wand so he may alter his own appearance, with a single wave, his hair is inches longer. The beard that appears on his face ages him, and makes him nearly unrecognizable.

"Now remember the plan, I'll be under the cloak with Griphook. Y/n and Hermione you'll try to convince the Goblin to let you through. Ron, you stand back in case anything happens." Harry runs through the plan once more and this time you don't suppress a scoff.

Hermione grabs your arm, wordlessly asking for you to stand down.

"This is a terrible plan." You say it anyway, and Harry doesn't retaliate, instead he nods in agreement.

"I know. But it's still the best one we've got."

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You had to remind yourself to breathe as you walked through the doors of Gringotts.

Although certain the anxiety you are feeling at this moment is incomparable to the terror Hermione must be experiencing.

You had to battle every instinct urging you to reach out and hold your girlfriend's hand.

Ron trails closely behind the two of you, Harry and Griphook somewhere close by, hidden by the cloak of invisibility.

You brace yourselves once you get to the podium, a moment passes, but the Goblin on duty fails to acknowledge your presence entirely.

Hermione takes it upon herself to clear her throat.

Still, nothing.

She glances at you for help, and you nod, urging her to speak.

"I wish to enter." Your girlfriend states curtly, her best attempt to appear menacing.

In any other instance you would find it a little humorous, but right now, Hermione's poor imitation only makes you wince.

The Goblin fails to acknowledge either of you still, your patience rapidly thinning out.

"My mother has been sent to clear out Madam Lestrange's vault. I am certain you understand why you mustn't delay us." You say and the creature finally looks up.

His entire demeanor shifts, but it only helped to annoy you further.

"Madam, forgive me I did not realize it was you." Bogrod says, feigned cordiality.

"Of course you may enter.. but first, do you mind presenting your wand?" He adds and there is a pause.

You can sense Hermione's panic, but she tries her best to maintain a composed front.

She folds her arms over her chest.

"I hardly think that's necessary." Hermione states.

"I'm afraid I must insist." The Goblin's grin falters, and you realized you had to quickly step in

"Why?" You say, instinctively stepping forward, partially shielding Hermione with your body.

"New policy, I'm afraid." Bogrod explains, but before you can argue your case, the creature's expression shifts.

Your eyes catch the waft of green smoke seeping into the Goblin's nostrils.

You manage a quick glimpse of what looked like the tip of a wand being retracted, it disappears seemingly into thin air.

Y/n quickly realizes that Harry has sensibly, stepped in before things got ugly.

In an instant, the Goblin changes his tune.

"Very well, Madam, if you will follow me." He says with a dopey smile.

You hear Hermione let out a sigh of relief, you can't help but do the same.

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The ride through the dungeons was nothing close to pleasant. The cart transporting you zoomed at an unfathomable speed, the abrupt turns and twists would have made you nauseous, if you weren't feeling sick already.

Hermione continues clutching your hand in hers, tighter than usual, your grip is similar in turn.

Finally, the cart halts, and before you know it, the six of you are free falling dozens of feet.

You reach for your wand in your pocket but Hermione beats you to it.

"Arresto Momentum!" She exclaims, and your bodies hang mid air, inches from the ground. Soon the spell wears off, the six of you fall onto the cold, wet, stone, front first.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry says, as he helps himself off the ground.

You quickly do the same, rushing over to help your girlfriend up.

Hermione gladly takes your hand, when your eyes meet, you notice her appearance, she is back to her usual self.

The Polyjuice potion had entirely worn off but Bogrod, still under the Imperius curse, is unable to do anything about it.

"Come on, this way." Griphook shouts, he leads the four of you to the vaults.

He navigates the dark cavern with ease, as you try to get your eyes to adjust, a piercing screech fills the air, and it causes both you and Hermione to glance at each other.

You warily follow Griphooks lead, but the sight you're met with when the six of you turn the corner makes your breath catch in your throat.

"That's a Ukrainian Ironbelly–" Ron points out, awe and disbelief you shared.

Then Griphook picks up an object you quickly deduced to be a certain type of bell. As he shakes it, the dragon's screeching intensifies, it flails around as if trying to escape the noise.

It was only then you noticed the thick metal chains around its neck and legs.

"It's been trained to expect pain when it hears this sound." The creature claims and Hermione releases you so she may step forward, following his lead.

She speaks once she is in earshot of the Goblin.

"That's barbaric." Your girlfriend says, a certain tenor to her voice, you knew her well enough to recognize that she was truly indignant.

The dragon's screeching continues as the four of you slip past it.

It only retreats to cowers silently in the corner once the noises from the bell stops.

The vault is now in sight, as the group approaches you can't help but notice that Bogrod has disappeared.

You glance out at where you spotted the Goblin last and sure enough. He was standing in front of the dragon, simply staring at it; the curse has evidently impaired his judgment and all sense of danger.

"Wait– what do we do with him?" You gesture to Bogrod.

Although before anyone can respond, the Ukrainian Ironbelly takes a large step forward, then from its mouth, comes flames, big and blistering enough to turn the entire space scorching hot in an instant.

The once Goblin was now burnt to nothing but ash.

Hermione, Y/n and the boys only manage to stare in utter shock.

"That's unfortunate." Ron finally quips.

"Come on, we don't have much time." Griphook warns, he advances forward and the four of you follow.

As you arrive at the vault, it appears familiar to you, but only distantly.

It was not the vault Snape led you to a few months ago but it appears almost identical.

"Is this where you got the sword?" Hermione asks in a hushed tone, and you quickly shake your head.

"No, the key Snape gave me led to a different vault." You explain, but your girlfriend doesn't say anything, expecting your response.

As the five of you enter Bellatrix's vault, it is worse than you expected.

It is filled with random trinkets, some valuable, some not.

The three of you sport a defeated expression, but Harry was not going to give up so easily.

He steps forward.

"It's in here, I can sense it." He states.

You observe silently as The Chosen One approaches a particular cup, amidst an array of objects that look nearly identical to it.

Soon enough he reaches for it.

Harry holds out the cup, nothing is said, but there is an energy that reverberates through the air.

It's unmistakable. He has a Horcrux in hand.

"Pass me the sword." He extends his arm and Hermione scrambles through her bag, eventually retrieving the steel.

She passes it to Harry, he grips the pommel, but doesn't get the chance to do much else as a noise captures your attention.

Ron knocks over a goblet by accident, instead of breaking as it touches the ground, it only multiplies.

As the duplicate makes contact with another object it does the same thing. Soon objects are spawning at a rapid rate, filling up the already limited vacant space by your feet.

"What's happening?" Hermione exclaims over the loud noise, you instinctively step to her side as she nearly loses her balance.

"It's an enchantment, everything you touch will multiply." The Goblin explains, you aren't given much chance to come up with an escape plan as the objects quickly engulf all five of you.

For what felt like eternity, you fought to keep your head above.

You spot Hermione and Ron doing the same, but you can't see Harry anymore.

Amidst the chaos, somehow, Griphook gets a hold of the Horcrux.

Then, Harry finally emerges from the sea of gold and silver. He frantically looks around, in search of the object, but his attention shifts to the Goblin as he proudly holds up the Horcrux.

"We had a deal, Griphook!" Harry bellows, and the creature only grins, malicious, irritating.

"The cup for the sword!" He strikes up the bargain, and you curse under your breath.

It is getting increasingly difficult to stay afloat, and you watched as Hermione and Ron struggled the same.

Harry begrudgingly hands over the sword, the Goblin then returns the Horcrux back to him.

"I said I'd get you in, I never said anything about getting you out." Griphook quips, he holds his hand up against the door, unlocking it.

Soon the objects begin spilling out of the vault after him but the four of you continue to struggle to make your way to the exit.

If only you could retrieve your wand, you could stop the Goblin from going any further.

"Hermione, can you reach your wand?" You shout, and the struggle in your girlfriend's face is evident.

"I'm trying!" She replies.

After moments of struggle, the four of you miraculously manage to make your way out, but it was too late.

The Goblin is nowhere to be seen.

"Griphook!" Harry calls out in anger, he doesn't expect a reply, and he doesn't receive one.

His voice echoes through the dungeons, and it only works to disturb the dragon ahead.

It lets out another deafening screech.

You approach slowly, in search of the object that you know will subdue the beast, but you can't find it anywhere and you know for certain Griphook is the reason for it.

"The bell- it's gone." You don't try to conceal your distress.

"That foul creature– how are we supposed to get out of here?" Ron curses and you begin looking around for some type of solution, an idea to come to you.

You take an experimental step forward; careful, quiet.

You consider that perhaps, if you moved slowly, the dragon won't react.

However, your theory was quickly proven incorrect as the beast storms towards you within the confines of its chains, soon opening its mouth.

You were only inches away from getting charred alive before Hermione harshly grabbed your arm, yanking you to her side.

The pins you up against the pillar, out of the dragon's sight.

Ron and Harry stood a few paces away, their backs also against the wall.

"What on earth was your plan there?" Hermione hisses, and you are staggered for a moment.

You've never seen her so furious with you.

"I just thought if I moved quietly–" You start, but then another loud noise pierces the atmosphere.

Clearly, your stunt only exacerbated the dragon's already agitated state.

The sounds that follow suggest that the formidable beast was now fighting to be released from its restraints.

"Don't you ever try something like that again–" Hermione warns, her hand still gripping your collar.

You nod apologetically, suddenly you almost feel like a child being reprimanded.

Your girlfriend finally loosens her grip on your shirt.

The beast's actions begin to get larger and louder, in its outrage it clamours at the stone walls, chipping large pieces off.

"What a joke– did we go through all of that just to die in here?" Ron quips.

"We can't apparate.." Your girlfriend mumbles to herself, mentally debating an escape plan.

"Hermione?" Harry asks, it sounds closer to a desperate plea.

You were all stumped, only hoping that the mostly brilliant mind out of the four of you will manage to think of a plan to escape.

Hermione finally looks up at you, and by the look on her face you can tell whatever it might be; she's figured something out.

"I've got an idea, but it's mad." She admits, with a raised voice and truth be told you hated the sound of that.

Harry and Ron stare at her expectantly and you only grow more nervous by the second.

Hermione turns to y/n, you don't speak a word to her but it is not required as she already senses your anxiety, she places a firm hand on your chest right above your heart, you were certain she can feel it pounding against her palm.

"Just trust me." She reassures, too swiftly for your liking, as she completes her sentence she retreats.

You can only anticipate her next move, and it is not one you'd ever expect, in fact it nearly sends you into an early grave.

You watched as Hermione leaped off the balcony, landing on the dragon's back.

"Hermione!" You exclaim.

She struggles to get a grip of the beast for a moment, you are stunned when the dragon stills, it doesn't try to force Hermione off it's back.

"Come on!" Your girlfriend shouts, and you were first to mirror her earlier action. With a single large leap you manage to grab onto the dragon's horns, you pull yourself up, situating yourself behind Hermione.

The dragon reacts the same, but it is too fixated on the chains wrapped around its neck to care.

Soon enough Harry and Ron manage to climb on as well.

There is a point of eery stillness as the dragon seemingly appears too tired to continue fighting.

"Now what?" Harry poses a good question, and you take it upon yourself to fish out your wand.

"Relashio!" In one swift move, you fling the spell, aiming for the dragon's tail.

The beast reacts violently, in the process, the spell breaks the chains tethering it to the ground, finally freeing the beast from its restraints.

"Defodio!" Your girlfriend exclaims as she holds out her own wand, and soon enough, the dragon takes flight, bursting through the ceiling.

In an instant, Gringotts Bank is reduced to fragments of wood, glass and stone as the dragon flees the building, taking the four of you with it.

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You have been on dragonback for what felt like hours, however an uncanny feeling of serenity, fills you as the beast flew through the air, past villages and hillsides.

As you approach the vast water, the dragon begins to fly lower; it appears the beast aims to halt its tiresome journey through the city soon.

"We're dropping!" Harry exclaims, panic begins to set in amongst the four of you once again.

"I say we jump!" Ron suggests, but you aren't particularly fond of the idea.

"What?" You bark.

"When?" Hermione chimes in.

"Now!" Harry responds as he lets go, you watched as he falls into the freezing water below.

He is quickly followed by Ron and Hermione, and you let out a groan as you release your grip on the dragon.

"Damn you, Weasley!" You exclaim as you freefall into the lake.

As your body touches the water, it immediately feels like hundreds of blistering hot knives are incessantly puncturing your skin.

It is almost unbearable, but then your head rises to the surface and pure instinct kicks in. The four of you, with some difficulty, eventually manage to swim to shore.

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Hermione grabs your hand to help you up, in your weakened state you barely manage to climb the cliff.

Harry storms ahead, seemingly unaffected, no doubt driven by pure adrenaline.

"He knows." He blurts out.

"You know who." Harry explains, and Hermione lets go of your hand to catch up to the dark haired man.

"He knows we broke into Gringotts, he knows what we took, and he knows we're hunting Horcruxes." He admits.

"How is it you know?" You ask, jogging slightly to catch up, Ron following closely behind.

"You let him in?" Hermione asks, her tone dissaproving.

"Harry you can't do that–" She says but her bestfriend interrupts.

"Hermione, I can't always help it! Or maybe I can, I don't know." He retaliates.

"Never mind that, what happened?" You interject.

The four of you halt as you get to the top of the cliff.

"Well, he's angry– and scared too." Harry starts, he holds out his hands as Hermione retrieves her bottle of Essence Of Dittany from her bag.

She places a few drops on his palms, doing the same on yours, and then Ron's.

You rub your hands together as Harry continues speaking.

"He knows if we can find and destroy all the Horcruxes, we'll be able to kill him. I reckon he'll do anything to stop that happening." Harry finishes and you scowl at the thought.

Soon, the boys begin stripping so they may change into dry clothes.

Hermione instead retrieves a large blanket from her bag, she drapes it over you, before pulling you close to her body so she may share your warmth.

"There's more– one of them's at Hogwarts." Harry explains.

"What?" Ron says in disbelief and his friend only nods.

"You saw it?" Your girlfriend asks, skeptical.

Harry nods again.

"I saw the castle, and Rowena Ravenclaw. It must have something to do with her, we have to go there now." The Chosen One states, assuredly.

"What? We can't do that, we've got to plan, we've got to figure it out." Hermione counters.

"Hermione when have any of our plans ever actually worked?" Harry recounts, his gaze shifting between y/n, Hermione and Ron.

"We plan, we go there, all hell breaks lose." The dark haired man states, and neither of you have an argument, he was stating the plain truth.

"He's right– just one problem." Ron starts.

"Snape's headmaster now, we can't just walk through the front door."

Then there's a pause.

You can feel Hermione shivering against you, you swiftly wrap an arm around her, an attempt to keep her as close as possible.

"Well, then we'll go to Hogsmeade. To Honeydukes– take the secret passage." Harry offers a solution, and you nod in agreement.

"I think– there's something wrong with him–" He adds, and the three of you wait for Harry to explain.

"In the past, I've always been able to follow his thoughts– now everything just sort of feels disconnected." The dark haired man says, he adjusts the glasses on his face.

"Maybe it's the Horcruxes? Maybe he's growing weaker, maybe he's dying?" Ron suggests but Harry was quick to shake his head.

"No, it's more like he's wounded. If anything he feels more dangerous." Harry states plainly, and now you are shivering for an entirely different reason.

Hermione glances at you, as you exhange a look, you can't help but acknowledge that all too familiar sense of impotence as it looms over all of you.

The uncertainty and impending doom; it feels as though the more Horcruxes you uncover, the more uncertain the end seems.

[leviismybby]

Hey Klara 🙋‍♀️ Hope you are doing fine and had a great day. Is it ok I can leave a thirst here?

Levi’s pregnant wife who is frustrated and sad that Levi isn’t having sex with her because he is afraid of hurting her and her baby. She believes that it’s because of her body. But the truth is that Levi is having a hard time to keep his hands to himself because his wife looks so ethereal and beautiful and her skin glows. His pants tightens whenever he is near her. So one night her wife gets frustrated and sit on his lap when he is working on paperwork , this caught him off guard and accidentally pressure is put on his crotch. He is in verge of loosing control. He lost his control when she sat on his lap

Hey San! I'm doing good hope you're too! :)) And I'm always up for any Levi thirst.

Warning: NSFW 18+, minors dni, pregnancy sex, praise kink, oral f! receiving, fingering, creampie twice.... (sorry not sorry)

Your eyes lay on the ceiling as you rub your belly, pregnancy has been a rocky journey. Of course, as soon as Levi got the news, he immediately forbid you from doing anything that might put you and his child at risk.

The fact that your husband hasn't touched you in a long time makes you question things. You can't remember the last time you two had sex, maybe three or two months ago.

All of this caused your insecurities to rise, what if he doesn't find you beautiful anymore? After all, you did gain weight due to the pregnancy and the cravings you have.

You get up from your bed and walk over to the mirror, stretch marks are starting to show on your stomach, there are under bags under your eyes and your thighs have gotten bigger as well.

"Love?" Levi says when he sees you in front of the mirror. The way your cute belly sticks out and how gorgeous you looked in his shirt, Levi is bearly containing himself.

"Hey. I was just admiring how big the baby has gotten." You were six months pregnant, almost seven. As soon as the bump started to get noticeable, Levi hasn't been sexually active with you.

And the fact that he still goes out on missions hasn't been comforting either. He always tells you how you have nothing to worry about but the scenes of him not making it back home scare you.

He walks up to you, giving you a quick peck on the lips before leaning down and kissing your stomach. "You took good care of your mom while I was gone hmm?" He stands up again looking directly into those eyes he loves more than anything.

"Levi..." He recognizes that needy tone in your voice and his cock immediately tightens against his pants. Fuck. "Want another kiss." Your hands wrap around his neck.

"I'm afraid not now love, shitty eyebrows gave me tons of paperwork." He dodges your lips and kisses your forehead instead. There is nothing more he wants than to bury his cock deep into you but he is scared. The last thing he wants is to hurt you or your baby.

You pout your lips at him as he leaves another kiss on your cheek before going into his office that's connected to your bedroom. With a sigh you sit back on your bed, Levi was busy and you understand but somehow all the excuses he uses just aren't valid.

He had you before you were pregnant anywhere when you wanted, you didn't even have to ask him twice. Even during the busiest time of the day, he didn't hesitate to bend you over his table.

Now no matter how much you beg, he doesn't touch you.

Levi sits in his office papers laying all over his desk, though they are neatly sorted, he still doesn't have enough space for everything. He finds his mind wandering as the pen writes on the paper, every time he sees you, you become more beautiful.

Now that you are carrying his child somehow you have this beauty that Levi can't explain. The way you look so eternal, so appealing with every month that passes, Levi feels like the control he holds will soon crash down on him.

He barely controlled himself not to jump on you earlier and take you then and there. The doctor has already told him that sex during pregnancy can't hurt the child but he still isn't sure.

He stands up from his chair to check on you and smiles when he finds you asleep. Approaching you carefully, he covers the blanket over you and kisses your forehead. 

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A few hours later you wake up, the other side of the bed still empty. It's deep into the night, the moonlight is shining through the windows and you can hear as Levi writes on the paper.

Frustration hits you and slowly you get up stretching your arms before making your way to Levis office. He is sitting in his chair, movements of his hand giving away that he is fed up.

You approach him and levi hears your footsteps. "Love it's late you should go back to sleep." Your husband says as if his eyes don't have dark circles under them.

Without a word, you sneak yourself onto his lap, your back to him. Levi bites his lip as you put pressure on his crotch with your ass. Fuck he is going to explode if you move your hips even slightly again.

"Ah, the papers for recruits? You have always hated filling those up.." You ignore the way his body tenses beneath you, feeling him get hard under you.

"Princess..." The pen drops from his hand and he slips it to your hip, his other hand joining your other hip soon.

"Something wrong Levi?" You look back at him and his breath stops for a moment. Oh, how beautiful you look, he held himself back but he can't anymore.

"Fuck, move your hips for me please." You listen, slowly moving your hips back and forth on his erection. Levis lips find the back of your neck, he plants a few kisses before nibbling on your skin.

"You can touch me you know, I'm not made out of glass just because I'm pregnant." Fuck, he feels like such an idiot. He had his pretty wife before him this entire time and he didn't do anything because he was scared?

Levi picks you up in bridal style, he does it so easily and carries you to your shared room, putting you on the bed gently. His eyes are literally eating you.

"Levi kiss me please." You whine pulling on his jacket and he gives you what you want, kissing you passionately on the lips. His tongue enters your mouth and you tug the jacket off his shoulders.

Janking the fabric off his body, the jacket falls to the floor. Levi runs his hands up and down your thighs massaging them softly still kissing you. He loves how thick they have gotten, he can barely wait to sink his teeth in them.

Levi's lips move onto your cheek, jaw and neck, leaving butterfly kisses along your glowing skin. The advantage that he has of knowing your body so well turns him on even more. His wife. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you.

His lips bite on that sensitive spot on your neck and you whimper, grabbing his hair. "Sensitive are we? I have barely done anything love."

Lord, he lives for it. There isn't anything better than seeing your face drown in pleasure because of him. And even more now, your belly is filled with something the two of you created, a life that will make both of your lives better.

Fingers find the hem of your shirt, his shirt if he is being more precise. He pulls it off of you and almost moans at the sight of your breasts.

You aren't wearing a bra, it's not comfortable. The way Levi is eyeing you makes you want to chuckle, it's like you just gifted him a new broom.

His mouth latches onto your nipple as his hand massages the other one. You moan, your hands tugging on his raven locks making him groan.

"What a pretty sound. Keep singing for me beloved." Your breasts are very sensitive so his every move makes you moan. He pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Levi.." His head moves down lower, his every kiss and touch gentle. You can feel the love from each of the kisses he plants on your stomach.

"You're so sexy, love." The wet kisses move lower and lower until Levi reaches the hem of your shorts. It isn't long before they are on the floor next to his black shirt.

You're in underwear almost completely naked before him. "Levi want you to undress." Levi is quick to remove his uniform, with skilled hands working on the straps of his gear.

He is in his boxers in no time but doesn't fully undress instead leans in, leaving licks on your lower abdomen that lead to your thighs.

"Fuck. I love how plushy they have gotten you know?" That makes you blush, what you thought he would find disgusting, he finds beautiful. Guilt starts to rock your head, how did you even think that Levi would find something ugly about you? The man has done nothing but show you endless love.

Levi notices that your eyes get a little sad and he takes your cheeks into his hands. "What's wrong name? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, it's just....I thought that you didn't like how I looked. You haven't touched me in so long." That puts a spear straight through Levis heart, he is such an idiot.

Taking your wrist in his hand, he kisses it before kissing your ring finger. "You're my wife and you're carrying our child. I didn't touch you because I feared that I would hurt you and the baby. I'm so sorry love. I promise I will never make you doubt your beauty again."

He leans down kissing you on the lips as his hands slowly take off your underwear. His fingers gently rub your pussy and he smiles against your lips when he notices your legs spreading even more for him.

His finger runs up and down your slit before he slides it in, making your hands run down his upper body. "So wet." He pulls away from you, lips making their way to your thighs as his finger pumps into your wet cunt.

"Fuck I have missed you." With a little tug on his hair, you signal that you want his mouth on you. What his pretty wife wants, she gets.

His tongue licks up and down as his finger pumps into you, the sounds that leave your mouth makes Levi grunt against your pussy.

He nibbles on your clit, adding a second finger into you. You're leaking all over his fingers, filthy moans leaving your lips.

"That's my pretty girl." Levi says against your pussy as he lets his tongue roam every part of you. His pretty wife.

"I won't last much longer..." You whine into the pillow, pulling the strands of his hair. His tongue goes faster but his fingers are gentle, the perfect combination to bring you to your high.

"Levi...I'm cumming!" You buck your hips against his face and he lets you ride out your high, fingers still in you and tongue still working on your clit.

"Cum love, cum all over my tongue." And you do, your juices dripping down Levi's arm all the way down to his elbow. But he doesn't mind the mess, not when it comes to you.

"There you go pretty girl." He kisses up your belly, leaving wet patches all over your bump. "Want me inside?"

"Yes please." Running your hands down his strong biceps, you bite your lip. How you have missed this perfect body of his.

You pull him down to you, planting kisses on his neck as he hovers above you, making sure not to put too much weight on you and the baby.

He takes off his boxers, positioning his cock at your entrance. "You ready love?" Pulling back from his neck, you settle your head into a comfortable position.

"Yes." Levi parts your thighs and slowly enters you. Fuck its like you were made for him. "Oh shit.."

When he feels your walls ease around him, he starts thrusting slowly into you. Pulling out almost entirely before shoving himself back into your pussy.

It's just been a long time, he wants to remember every part of you. "Missed fucking you baby. So much." He huff's through his teeth, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier.

Levi pulls your knees further apart so that he can reach the deepest part of you with his cock. "Oh Levi.." Your hands grip the sheets as he starts getting faster.

"Yeah? Like this princess?" He starts getting ruthless with his movements, taking your leg over his shoulder and kissing your calf.

"Fuck yes Levi! Harder please!" Fear is no longer the concern with Levi, he sees how good this is making you feel and does what you ask for, going harder.

He wont last much longer, its been too long for him, especially when your walls clench around his length. You're close too.

"Gonna breed this pussy again. What a gorgeous wife I have." He starts moaning your name getting messy with his thrusts, the faces and noises you're making only add to his pleasure.

"Levi! Please I'm-!" You don't finish your sentence cuming all over his cock. "Me too love." He lets your leg fall back on the bed an leans down to kiss you passionately as he cums inside of you.

"Want you to ride me please." Whispering in your ear, Levi massages your legs. "Want you to use me as you please, take it as an apology."

Smiling, you draw imaginary lines on his naked chest. "Only if you cum inside me again."

"Wasn't planing on doing it anywhere else." He gets off of you and positions himself so that his head is leaning against the head board.

You're quick to get on top of him as your hands settle on his upper body. Levi places his hands onto your thighs, impatiently waiting for you to put him inside of you.

Llifting your hips slightly, you position yourself on top of his cock before sinking down on him. "Oh fuck!" You let out as his cock enters you.

Unlike Levi, you start moving your hips in a quick pace making him throw his head against the head board. "Shit you're desperate aren't you?"

"Weren't you the one begging for me to ride you?" You slow your movements a little, teasing him. At this angle, his cock hits the deepest parts of you and you want to savor the moment.

"Princess...move faster please." He looks mighty, his hair is dripping with sweat, his toned hands holding your thighs, his chest heaving up and down, cheeks flushed. Truly the most beautiful man to exist.

You feel him twitch inside of you and you decide to stop torturing him, moving your hips faster and harder. His cum is dripping out of you, causing his lower stomach to be moist.

"Just like t-that." He won't last much longer, you can tell by the way his eyes are starting to get watery from the amount of pleasure he is feeling.

"You gonna cum hmm Levi?" His hips start bucking into your, meeting your pace. Both of you are a moaning mess.

"Y-yes gonna cum for you. Only for you princess." One of his hands travels to your clit, rubbing it. Your nails dig into his chest as you feel fire burning in your lower stomach.

"L-Levi!" His warm seed fills you once more and you cum around his length. You stay on top of him for a few seconds, before flopping on your back beside him, his cum leaking down your thighs.

"I changed the sheets for nothing yesterday.." He says and you laugh. "Change them again just not now. I didn't say that we were done."

"Needy girl." He chuckles, looping his arm around you and kissing your belly. "Do you hear that little one? Your mom is a freak."

"Any girl would be if they had you as their husband."

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[gojoswhitebabydolllashes]

"Everybody wants somebody"

A song mingi x reader fic

Based on keshi's new song "bodies"

Songs could also vary to "skinny love" by birdy. "Exile" by Taylor swift and Bon iver. And also "the story never ends" by lauv

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Overview: Mingi used to be your everything. Meeting at his debut performance, you were enamoured by him. Enchanted at first sight. And soon you found yourself 3 months into dating the man who stole your heart. But as time went on, mingi's fame became too much for you to handle and your relationship fell apart right infront of your eyes.

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Warnings: mingi is a bit of an ass but he doesn't mean it. Rockstar themes. Idol!mingi. non idol reader. Rich!mingi. Kinda sugardaddy!mingi. Angst. Upsetting themes. Heavy themes of suicide and drug use by reader. Drinking. San and wooyoung are readers' comfort. Yunho can't pick sides. Seonghwa is adorable. Partial fluff. Band leader mingi! Mingis is a bit of a criminal. Mingis is a bit toxic but only a lil.

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Mingi was everything you dreamed of. His personality, his laugh, his smile, and every part of him were intoxicating to be in the presence of.

The way he acted to you had you feeling like the Queen of the world. Being with mingi was all about expensive dates. helicopter rides, and private jets everywhere. Luxurious hotels and penthouses full of lush interiors and champagnes worth thousands of dollars. He would shower you in lavish jewels like emeralds and sapphires. special edition Cartier bracelets he Somehow got a hold of first. Rings of 24k gold encrusted with diamonds worth more than your house and earrings that could put a chandelier to shame.

Despite mingis rockstar attitude and tough exterior. He wasn't scary to you. A big softie at heart to you and you only. People often were confused at how he could upkeep your princess looks. A rockstar with alcohol dripping from his mouth every day so that his baby could wear the pearl earrings she wanted last week.

Mingi would do absolutely anything for you. But he wouldn't acknowledge that your relationship was falling apart at the seams. After one of Ateez's concerts in LA, you stood backstage, staring at yourself in the mirror, considering if runny eye-liner and smudged lipstick after every show was how you wanted to spend your life.

San knocked gently at your door, and you quickly turned your head away from him.

"You can't hide from me"

San came and sat on the red leather couch, his knees entering your sight as you stared at the black carpeted floor. Your head was racing a million miles an hour with the haze of a vodka + raspberry gin combination and the smell of cigarettes flowing into the room from outside.

"I can't do it anymore, San. This life is killing me, I can't take another die-hard fan on the internet telling me to kill myself because I get to fuck mingi and she doesnt"

The both of you lightly laughed, but San knew how serious the situation was. Threats and hate online were a normal thing you got. People messaging you and telling you that you're "just with mingi for his money" or that you were a "homie hopper" and are actually the groups sex slave.

Hundreds of fans harassed you in real life and otherwise. You felt that no matter what you did, you couldn't get them to like you. Luckily, there was a bigger portion of the fan base that defended you and gave you praise online, defending off the haters for you.

For that, you were grateful, but you couldn't take it anymore. Having to keep up with it was like trying to run on sand.

"It's a tough life" San started "everyone accepts that in this industry"

He cleared his throat. "But you don't have to"

You looked up at him with a messy face and glossy eyes. Your bun was in a tragic state and you had lost one of your dior earrings during the concert which you felt guilty about, you knew mingi had waited months to buy them for you.

You didn't feel like a million bucks anymore.

And while you tried to excuse the fans' behaviour toward you, tonight you had truly reached your limit.

"I can't just leave. What am I if I'm not the rockstar's girlfriend San?" Your hands were flopping around as you tried to make your point.

Gesturing toward photos of you and mingi at his vanity and the table beside you and on the wall. Photos that held memories worth billions. Ones that have and will last eternally. He had one lone photo of your tugged into his vanity mirror frame of you in a wedding dress the day you messed around and bought one for the fun of it.

In the photo, you're laughing and holding a dainty rose in your hand as your body tilts to the side. Moments before disaster. You smiled to yourself before turning back to San.

"There's always a person behind the rockstar. That doesn't have to be you. Everyone in the group knows how much you and mingi love each other, but you're not his shadow love, he knows that, everyone knows that"

San leant his arms on the arm of the couch and put his head in his hand as he looked at you. You picked at the diamonds of your fishnets before you heard the door open to reveal wooyoung.

As he walked to the couch, the smell of strong deodorant came into the room, and you coughed slightly. "I know you don't like the smell of cigarettes"

Wooyoung smiled at you. You were grateful for his gesture, but the strong smell of roses was somehow worse than tobacco.

"Where's mings?" You asked him as he sat at his vanity rubbing off his thick eye-liner.

"He's headed to the shops to pick some food up for everyone. Should be back soon. " Woo shrugged and threw away the ruined tissue.

Mingi, unlike most, didn't care for driving while intoxicated or high. Luckily, you knew he had taken a private ride as it had popped up on your phone that the bands car was arriving at the takeaway.

You rubbed your eye and put your phone on the table. You wanted to undo your tight denim shorts so badly as they crushed your stomach. Hopefully, when mingi returned, he would do it for you.

But you know what the answer will be, so you smile and lay back in your chair waiting for him to return as the rest of the band and their partners huddled into the room.

You weren't close with the girls. Keira, san's girlfriend, was a short dark skinned girl with tattoos and long black braids who had once tried to bring you to one of her and the girls smoking sessions but she was quickly told the fact that you didn't like smoking without mingi, which she immediately understood and politely apologised.

Milani had short red hair with black tips and a bunch of piercings. She was with hongjoong. Milani was quite shy and rarely spoke to you but often waved and gave small smiles. You got the feeling she was afraid of you and your demeanour, which you could only hope joong had told her wasn't personal, but you weren't gonna pry.

And then there was Ashley and Beth, two blondes who had it out for you. Despite the band's warnings that you weren't to be played with, they still tugged your strings like needle to thread. They never did it in front of mingi, afraid that he might tear them apart with his bare hands, but they did do it when the band wasn't around which made you laugh knowing just how pathetic their efforts were.

"Mingi just texted. He's running late because of traffic" Jongho announced.

You sighed and put your head in your hands. Seonghwa stood up and walked to you.

"Let me take you home" he smiled softly.

You didn't want to decline his offer, knowing that he was still sober for now, but later, he would be drunk with everyone else and then you'd have no way home but the bands car and you hated using it.

"Cmon I'll let mingi know okay?"

You nodded and grabbed your phone and purse, waving everyone goodbye before leaving with the hyung. You felt safe with seonghwa as he was the most responsible out of the lot. Of course he still did coke and drank a shit ton, but sober he was like a father to the group, which you were grateful for.

You couldn't deny you felt stood up by mingi. He had promised you that he'd come backstage with you after the show and let you show him your new dresses he ordered you. But he didnt show, and despite the fact that he was on his way here now, you were absolutely exhausted and truly did just want to go home.

On your way into the car park, you watched the bands black Mercedes pull in. Immediately, a confused looking mingi hopped out of the car, his hands curved at his shoulders.

"What's going on?" He asked before he leant down to kiss you softly.

You missed his touch and taste. The feeling of his leather jacket and tailored suit pants rubbing against your exposed skin made your head fuzzy. He smelt divine, and you wanted nothing more than to just push him onto your bed and have him to yourself.

"She wasn't feeling the best so I offered to take her home" seonghwa spoke.

Mingi blinked and looked at you with sympathy. "Are you alright, babygirl?"

You nodded and smiled sweetly at him. Mingi sweeped his fiery orange hair out of his face and turnt to seonghwa.

"Here," he handed the hyung the bag of takeaway containers. "I'll take her home. You go with the others"

Seonghwa politely nodded and accepted mingi's actions. "You want me to cancel the surprise?"

Mingi waved his words away. "No, just have them send it to the pent." he opened the door of his own car, a black vintage corvette.

"Will do. Drive safely, mings. " seonghwa waved the two of you off and walked back inside the building.

As you sat in the soft beige leather seat of his corvette, mingi knew something wasn't right with you. The way your body felt tense under his touch and your eyes drifting off to all different things around you.

"You wanna tell me what's going on?" Mingi looked at you briefly before turning back to the road.

He gripped the steering wheel as he drove with one hand, the other arm leaning on his window, of which was slightly down to let in a cool breeze.

"I just drank something nasty I think"

You yawned and rubbed your neck, sore from constantly jumping up and down to the songs.

"I'll run you a nice bath when we got home okay?" His voice soft and sweet as he reached for hand, switching to his steering wheel arm.

"That sounds really nice, mings."

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At home, you were greeted by your lush penthouse. Ceilings of dark blue and tiles of black. The smell of sweet vanilla cherry candles wafting through the air made you feel warm and fuzzy inside as you sat down to the couch to take your tight heeled boots off.

Mingi came to you with two freshly poured glasses of orange juice. You tilted your head at the rockstar. "You're staying?"

Mingi nodded as he unlaced his heavy boots. "Yeah," he grunted as he took his shoes off. "I don't feel up to drinking tonight"

You wanted to gasp as a joke, but mingi had been struggling with his drinking for a while. He's been trying to cut back for you because he knows how much you hate the smell, and while you appreciated it deeply, you hated taking away that joy of being with his friends from him.

"Mings you don't have to stay here with me. You just bought all that food for the group, " you tried smiling at him but guilt was sucking at you.

"Ah," he put his index finger to the air, stopping you. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be that here with my-"

Mingis loving speech was interrupted by a phone call in his pant pocket. He reached for it and immediately on his face you knew it was one of the boys.

"I'll be back in a sec" he kissed your cheek and walked away. All you heard was a "Hey san" before his voice faded down the hall.

You were left alone with your thoughts, and the fresh juice mingi poured for you, and as the lights of the crystalline chandelier smashed, the clear view of the quiet TV channel became blurry and your ears rung out with voices and humming, you suddenly felt like this would be the last time you would see mingi tonight.

You stood up, shook off your thoughts, and walked down the hall toward yours and mingis bedroom where the conversation on call became more prominent.

"I'm not gonna do that San, I will not accept that fucking answer!" Mingi slammed the bedside table making you jump. "Either you tell them that I'm not doing it or I'm going to tear that pricks head off"

Mingi angrily ended the call just as you approached inside the room, softly pushing the door open to see him in full. Mingi turnt his attention to you and his face immediately softened.

"Did you hear all of that?" He asked as he put his phone by the bed.

You shook your head. "No. I just came from the lounge room, I was gonna make some food but I came to check on you first"

Mingi scoffed and sat on the large bed, sliding his slender tattooed hand through his bright hair.

"You're too sweet, babydoll. I don't deserve you," mingi smiled at you before moving two fingers at you, gesturing for you to come to him.

Like a moth to a flame, you immediately walked to him and straddled his lap. Mingi's large, ringed hands found your waist, snaking up your back. The rockstar let out a throaty sigh of pleasure as you rocked your hips against his bulge.

You whined and tucked your head into his nape as his strong arms held you close to him. Mingi's fingers fiddled with the strings on your Chanel corset top as he smirked up at you with his gleaming, mischievous black eyes. His delicate pink lips parted so slightly.

"You want me?" His voice was soft and taunting.

Mingis' hands held your waist, causing his sleeves to slide down his arms, revealing his rich black tattoos. The pieces were intricate and fine, detailed to precise specifications. His hand tattoos were your favourite. Roses all on the larger area on the top of his hand while thorned vines snaked up his fingers.

On his ring finger was your initial of your first name in a small delicate font.

"Mingi?" You spoke softly.

"Yeah, baby?, what's up?" He drew soft circles on your palm with his thumb.

You looked into his lustre dusted eyes, dark and smooth, like a captivating void. Something lingered behind them, something innocent and harsh. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you couldn't tell him anything. Your breath was tangling your words in your throat.

"Do you like me?"

You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth.

"Baby, I love you so much. More than anything on this earth." mingi smiled and let a breathy chuckle out, assuming you were joking.

"I know you love me. But do you like me?"

Your eyes pleaded for an answer of any kind. You just wanted a few words or one or maybe two or however many words mingi could let out. You wanted to hear anything fall from his pink lips of despair.

"You're asking if I still like you? After 5 years of being together?" Mingi let go of your waist. "Well of course I do baby"

You shifted off of his lap. The silvery midnight light caught your body, creating a silhouette of ethereal glow. Mingis eyes drifted through your body, staring at your curves. You could tell he was looking past the bigger picture.

"Do you? I think maybe we've been on a date or two in the past 6 months. I mean, I don't even get to stand in the crowd of your concerts!"

You threw your hands up. Your voice was breathy. Mingi stood up, immediately mousing you in stature. "You know why that is baby, it's for yo-"

"For my own safety, I know," you nodded. "That's not the point I'm trying to make mingi"

He wished he could understand what he knew you were trying to say. Because he did love you to the absolute ends of the earth. Mingi would do everything and anything for you. He buys you jewels and clothes. Dresses and hair clips worth hundreds, shoes, and accessories worth thousands. He took you on dates that put billionaires to shame, to clubs and bars full of VIPs and high rollers. Brought you to parties and galas that held people who owned more money than your entire street combined.

But he didn't like you. He gave you the world, but he didn't like you. And while one would say you were stupid and foolish for saying that, but even a fool, deaf and blind, could agree.

"Where is this coming from, baby? Aren't you happy with me?"

You had hoped that mingi would've agreed that he wasn't treating you right so that he wasn't staring at you with his honey sweet eyes. You felt sobbing, breaking down and crying, like falling apart at your loose seams.

"I'm happy mingi. But I want our lives to move forward. I want to have a normal life with you. I can't keep doing this every time, i can't handle the drinking, and the drugs every night"

Tears were brimming your eyes sharply, and as much as it hurt mingi's heart, he didn't know what to do.

"I can't keep trying to kill myself because of your fans. I won't live like this mingi. I won't"

"Please baby, don't do this, I swear I will stop drinking, and I will stop doing drugs, I can change this I can!" Mingi pleaded with you.

You wanted to believe him.

"It's not just you, mings, its the band and their girlfriends and the life you live I just can't do it anymore"

As you said it, the realisation hit you like a bus. If you left, you might never see the band again. You might never get the chance to hug wooyoung again or play Mario kart with yunho, or see hongjoong's little sister graduate.

And you wouldn't marry song mingi.

"I want to believe you, mings, I do, but lately, I just don't believe anything you say. It's hard to when you keep changing dates and times and standing me up"

"I admit I have been doing that a lot, but I can't help my schedule. I have a lot to do and plan. I don't have a say in that"

You knew he was telling the truth. Mingi was in charge of the band themselves, but he wasn't in charge of the scheduling, unfortunately for his behalf. But time was fading quicker and quicker each day. Every night, you felt the sand of the hourglass dripping in grains of torture. Gripping onto you like a pathetic God was faith.

"I will leave the band!" Mingis eyes were hazed over and glossy.

His small plump lips fell into a frown, his nose and cheeks tinted in light pink hues.

"I will leave the band, and I will never speak to any of them again!" Mingi had damn near fell to his knees before you.

You scoffed. "Is that what you think I want for you?! Mingi, you love those boys more than that stuffed rabbit your own mother bought you! I will not let you leave them behind!"

You pointed sharply at the floor as if making your point. Mingis face became contorted into something you felt in the future would be all too familiar. In this moment, you couldn't imagine a future with him anymore. You wouldn't let yourself get to that point of even trying to find it.

"Please," Mingi's hands found your arms.

Slender ringed fingers slid up your arms in a dizzying motion. Slow and tortuous were his actions. Mingis smell invaded your nose, the intoxicating scent of tobacco and candied apples made your knees weak. You felt like jelly in his presence.

"Mingi-" you looked up at him.

How unfortunate it was that he was so beautiful. So pristine and picturesque like a museum of fine art on legs.

"I'm leaving tonight with or without your permission"

You pushed his arms off and went out to the kitchen, terrified of the footsteps approaching rapidly behind you. "You can't just leave! What about us? And our life together? What about all that I've given you? Aren't you grateful for this?"

He meant the penthouse. And the jewels and thousands maybe millions of dollars worth of items and clothing he's bought you. And the dates in helicopters and the VIP tickets into galas. And the beach house he gave you for your 25th and the number of times he's bought decorations for the penthouse that you wanted.

He didn't mean the love. He didn't mean him holding you against walls and fucking you into oblivion. He didn't mean the baths he's given you and the showers you've had together. Or the movies you've watched in bed while eating ice cream or the books you tell him about or the way that late at night he reads his lyrics to you.

You are always the first to hear them.

"What am I if I'm not your man?"

You suddenly felt deja vu.

"I'm so unbelievably grateful for the gifts you give me and the dates and all the things we've done together. But I can't take not having you anymore. Your barely around most days and when you come home after weeks or even months, work still beckons you. I can't have this anymore!"

"We were supposed to get married and spend our lives together! In case you forgot, you were the one who made me want that, " Mingi cried.

Ouch. That stung more than it should have. But you knew that was true. Mingi never wanted to be married or have domesticity before you. Before you he was happy with fucking 3 different girls every night and having flings he couldn't care less about. He was fine with getting drunk and passing out in a bush by the side of the road. He would sign girls boobs and lick whiskey out of their mouths to get them wet. And, of course, he would sneak bucks into their bras with a wink.

But this was before you. And since then, mingi wouldn't even touch another girl if She was his last chance to survive.

"I can change. I can. I know, okay? I know you don't believe me. I know I've been an idiot and a fool and that I've been sloppy with you and lazy in my actions, but I can change that. I will change it all for you in a heartbeat. Your absolutely everything to me"

It hurt you in every possible way that you wanted to just leave. But it hurt you more that feelings of wanting to stay was bubbling inside you. It hurt more that you wanted to get on your knees and hug him and tell him you were sorry for acting like this and that you won't ever be like this again and that you can live happily ever after now.

And it hurt, just a bit, that you knew mingi would forget it all in a blink.

"If" his voice broke "if your going to leave, if this might ever be the last time I'm going to see you in this lifetime"

He reached into his back pocket and gave you a wrinkled piece of paper.

"What is this?" You asked him.

"I won't tell you. I want you to experience it on your own" he rubbed his tears from his eyes.

"I'd hoped it would be easier than this", you whispered.

You sniffled as mingi pulled you into an embrace. "As much as I would kill to have you stay, I can't force you" he spoke into your jacket.

"A part of me hopes you'll grab my leg and tie me to the couch so that I can't" you lightly joked.

Mingi chuckled into your coat. You stood there for five minutes. "You should go", He mumbled.

"I should"

You could have broken down sobbing right then and there as mingi pulled off you. "Please" his lip trembled "please just go. It feels less painful if I ask you to leave",

You nodded and painfully, slowly, trembling, you walked to the door. This was it. This is it? Is this truly how you were going down? Would you really never see mingi again? Not wooyoung or San or yunho? Not any of them? You would never be picked up by seonghwa again or have jongho invite you to movie nights or have yeosang bring you cakes from the bakery he lived near.

You wouldn't have any of it.

"Goodbye, mingi. I hope in the next life we I can kiss you Goodnight"

"Goodbye to you too___, I hope you get everything you want in life"

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Ngl I hope this broke some hearts🙏🥰🥰

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

HII!!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SOO MUCH AND I WAS HAPPY WHEN I SAW UR REQS WERE OPEN!!!!!. i was wondering if you could possibly maybe write something with lyle and/or quaritch (preferably quaritch if you don't wanna do both but either is fine!!!) with a reader who cries when she is yelled at? it would be nice if the reader was a human!fem!reader!!

i'm thinking him (meaning lyle or quaritch) and reader are in a heated argument and he starts to raise his voice at her and she just gets all upset and scared bc her lover is so much bigger than her and shes just scared that he could snap her in half at any given time so he apologizes for yelling at her and snuggling or something with her after to make up for it :)

it almost worked.

quaritch x human!fem!reader

1.8k words

warnings: mentions of sex, hurt no comfort, angst, insecurities, hate feelings, choking, no mentions of y/n.

opening your eyes to a new body, a body you're not used to, is weird but also relieving; that's what quaritch felt: relief, weirdness, disgust.

he was disgusted with the way he looked—his skin, his eyes, his ears—and he found it funny, funny that he's one of the 'savages' he's always hated.

he didn't expect to see all his friends, and especially you, an old friend and lover. an old person quaritch fell in love with. seeing you for the first time filled his brain with memories—memories of you and human quaritch.

now, this quaritch, the one standing in front of you, was not the one you fell in love with, and you are aware of that, but seeing him after years of missing him made your heart ache. quaritch had a hard time being around you; every time he sees you, he's hit with a train of emotions and memories. he almost felt bad for you.

"i thought you went back to earth."

you looked up at the source of the voice as if you had no idea whose voice this is. "i did go back," you hummed.

"why'd you come back?"

"that isn't important. why are you here anyway?" you said, the last part clearly annoyed as you opened your drawer and shuffled through it.

"i came here to talk; you got a minute to spare, f'me?" you once again hummed before you found your lipgloss and that tiny mirror you always kept with you. you opened the tube and squeezed the product out before swiping it over your lips. "i've always liked the way your lips looked after you put the shiny stuff on."

"i appreciate that," you said in a cold tone.

"what did you want to talk about?" you said you were resting your cheek on the back of your hand.

"us, i mean, i know'm not quaritch, i'm not that person, we do share the same memories, but - i can't help but feel strong feelings for you, can't get you outta my head, now, i repeat, i'm not that person, i know how he treated you, but we can pick it up again and make it work, whaddya say, sugar?"

you got up and placed your hands on the table. "you can't ask this; you can't expect me to forgive you or come running back to you like a little girl trying to find her way through the night. i have changed and moved on, and so should you." you got up from your chair and walked towards the door. a tight grip on your arm stopped you and made you wince in pain. "let go," you said in a harsh tone.

"you are going to sit your ass down there on that chair and talk to me." when you glared up at him, his grip tightened, and you whined. "did i make myself clear?" it came out more like a statement than a question.

you looked up at him with wide eyes. "you're hurting me; stop." he clenched his jaw at your words and let go. "you're not a good person, miles," you said, shaking your head. "please let me go; i can't do this anymore. doesn't it bring you enough satisfaction knowing that i'm with you hurting in the same base?" he had a stern look on his face now, looking down at you. "i didn't ask you to come here. if you didn't want to see me this bad, then why'd you come here knowing that i'd be here, hm?" he raised his eyebrows, his lips forming a tight line. "answer me, goddammit!" he yelled at you, making you jerk in fear.

"still like old times, huh? still getting scared easily. "y'know, sweetheart, i've always liked that side of you, the scared side of you," he chuckled. and a dark and quiet chuckle. a chuckle that made you shiver in fear. "you can't even look me in the eyes; you never looked me in the eyes when we argued." his hand was on your face, caressing your cheek as you stood there, totally frozen and unable to move. was it fear, or was it need? the question swam around in your head. you wrapped your hand around his wrist, your fingers not even close to touching. you jerked his hand away, forcing his hand off of your face.

"stay away from me," you said, your voice small and close to breaking. that amused him, knowing he still had that kind of effect on you. "say that you don't love me anymore, and i'll leave you alone. "say it right to my face right now, right here." he commanded you as if you were one of his soldiers. "say it!" he yelled at you once again, making you flinch and widen your eyes more.

he knew you weren't good with yelling, yet he still yelled at you.

you'd had enough. you had no idea what had happened to you. you were like a volcano waiting to explode. and that's what you did. you exploded. "i hate you," you said quietly, and he didn't even hear you.

"what was that?" "i hate you!" you screamed this time.

his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. "watch what you're saying, girl; watch your words. you don't want me to get you crying like the crybaby you are, right?" when you didn't say anything, he smirked. "thought so."

you looked up at him and tsked, a smirk forming on your lips. you pointed your finger at him, rapidly but harshly poking at his chest. "i. hate. you. i hate you. i fucking hate you. i hate paz. i'm so happy she's dead. i'm so happy that you're dead. although you're standing right here, in front of me, you are dead. "you are dead to me; you're dead to me. do you hear me, you sick motherfucker?" you've started hitting his chest with both hands now.

"i said watch what yo-"

"you watch what you say to me; i am not hesitant to stick a knife down your throat and watch you choke on your own blood. i hate you. i always have. from the moment you started screwing stupid paz, i started hating you. i hate you, i hate paz, and i hate your stupid team, especially fucking lyle, that sick, retarded fuck. i hate that nasty kid you and paz had. god, how satisfied i'd be to watch you die." he was too stunned to talk; his mouth was open, his eyes narrow, and you just chuckled at how stupid he looks.

"we had everything we needed back on earth. but you wanted more; you never wanted my love, you never wanted me; you just wanted a chick to screw, to bend over whatever you found and fuck them to feel good about yourself, to feel how great and strong of a colonel you are. fuck you!" your words were venomous. he couldn't bear your voice anymore; his hand wrapped around your small neck, squeezing the air out of your lungs.

"well, guess what? i ain't that crazy about you either." he slightly lifted you off the ground, making your face turn red before letting you down harshly. you landed on your buttocks with a thud.

"i hate you! i hate you all so much! i hate you so much!" you said crawling to him before you pressed your teeth down on the flesh of his leg, and he let out a loud grunt and kicked you. you sat down on the floor with your hands on your face, wiping the tears, sniffling the snot, and the tears making your face wet and gross. he felt bad for what he did; the only thing he was able to do was stare down at you.

"you promised... you said—you—you promised that you'd never hurt me—you promise—" your words were cut off with yet another sob. you sniffled some more before getting up. "i always used to sit down on that stupid couch where we used to cuddle and wonder what went wrong, but then i realized that it was me. if i showed you more love, if i loved you more, maybe we would be together now, on earth, with a couple of kids." you wiped your tears. "i should've learned to let you stay. we should've gone back to florida—i remember seeing you sun bathing every morning—and" you sniffled and cried some more, more tears rolling down your cheeks that you didn't bother wiping anymore.

"your body is becoming darker and darker, making you look terrific. i remember when we first met. it was so clear to me that you were the one for me, but then again, you didn't want me all the time. i am mature now—more mature than i ever was—and i am letting you go today, letting you go fully."

you stood up, and he was quick to pull you into a hug. your small body fits just right. you didn't hug back; you knew better. you knew that if you did, you wouldn't be able to turn around and walk away, so you did the right thing. "i'm sorry, cupcake," he said before you tried to push him away from you.

"i'm sorry, i never meant to make you feel that way. i never meant to hurt you." you were hearing the words that you so desperately needed to hear—the words you were dying from the inside to hear—yet it only made you sob more. you finally had enough courage to walk away.

"i wish you all the best, really. "i'm so happy you're here." you said this and walked to the door, tears running from your eyes like water from faucets; it was as if your eyes were the faucets.

"don't..." he whispered as you shut the door behind you.

now here's the thing: you loved him, you loved him, and you loved him; how could you not? he was a great person in your life—a person that you don't regret meeting. you don't even blame him for cheating on you with paz; how could you when you love him so much? you were always making excuses for his actions. and you still are.

and here's the thing that is shocking: he loved you; he did, but he was too cool for a heart like yours, and his eyes were too electric and full of life for boring, tired eyes like yours. his lips are too good for chapped ones like yours. his love is too warm for cold hearts like yours.

his neglection to you on pandora is too cool for you.

the taste of his sweaty thumb inside your mouth is too good for you.

the electric shocks of his touches are too good for skin like yours.

you were boring; you were aware of that, and now you were stuck here on pandora, where nobody wanted you. you were going to live alone for the rest of your life—no chest like his to lay your head on, no lips like his to kiss your salty tears. just you and your body that's been painted blue.

[squeiky]

I think my favorite part about Neo Metal Sonic is the complete and utter abandonment to the formula- in the form of his "clothes".

He transformed himself to look as far apart from Sonic as he possibly could- and in some ways more intimidating (and superior(?) )

but then there's the clothes. The cape, the fore-arm sleeves- the giant boot-looking spiked legs...

Every one of that design makes fighting and speed much more harder for Metal. Its a complete defiance of his original design, the original intent.

Having a cape could mean he get it stuck in his engine- or someone could pull it- hell he could just trip over it. Having such big sleeves and legs could make it hard to maneuver. it could get caught on things, on himself, it could make it his uhh.. "hitbox" bigger.

his freakin' quills are bigger and extended giving him even MORE places to hit.

aka hes not very aerodynamic (lol) and the look completely subverts everything that he was originally intended for. Speed.

He had other transformations into giant creatures before- but the key difference in Heroes is that he no longer even looks like himself anymore.

In all the other transformations it was like "oh metal turns into a giant more powerful metal sonic" but in this transformation it completely eradicates any recognizable traits.

Though I think his "transformation" started long before he became Metal overlord. Long before his Metal Madness- but at the very beginning.

He learned that what he was before was inefficient, so he became something more. He figured that who he was wasn't enough-literally taking parts of OTHER PEOPLE and copying them. Turning himself into something so unrecognizable, that he is described as a "monster" a literal amalgamation. He literally went mad. He abandoned all previous ideologies of speed or this constant back and forth of loosing and winning. He completely rewrote himself from the inside and out. All to defeat sonic.

yet, he still lost. and thats the tragedy of Metal Sonic. It's that he always looses.

LIke, that is it. that is his one reason for existing. To defeat Sonic. Yet he will never accomplish it. This game is just the extreme form of him giving it his all. Loosing everything that made him "Metal Sonic" just to do this ONE goal. its rutheless, its determination.

Its almost uniquely horrifying in a way. To be obsessed in such a way that it kills you.

since he's a robot.. it keeps killing him. again and again and again. And since he's based off of sonic- everytime he sees himself he's constantly reminded of that. Constantly comparing himself to sonic, constantly analysing sonic, constantly trying to be BETTER than sonic. Then every time he tries- upgrade after upgrade he fails and tries again- until he just goes insane.

A good analogy is school i think? See, If he was a school kid he'd be the one kid trying to get the A++ grade- but he has like 6 different mental and parental issues and ends up with a F- every fucking time. And no matter how hard he tries- no matter how much he studies, or works, or doesn't stays up all night trying, or doesn't enjoy his life, doesn't do anything other the fucking hustle to get the good old "im proud of you son" from the Eggman dad. Yet he NEVER will get it.

Then he has too look at golden child Sonic the hedgehog with the A+ grade (because again A++ isn't an actual grade but thats what Metal is trying to achieve) and he gets it so easily. And he hates him for it with all his might. Then you're telling me he has to look in the mirror and see the reflection of the guy he hates the most? the guy he can't win against? too look at yourself and only see the being you resent? To have the ending of your name be his name. it's "metal SONIC" not "sonic METAL"

Then, your parent- is constantly making you compare yourself to the goldenchild. Not only that but they're just as obsessed with you getting that A++ grade (a literal unachievable goal) and making the family look good. So everytime you fail you compare- and compare- and copy and comapre- and compare untill you loose whatever made you.. yourself.

of fucking COURSE he's going to have to cope with that by calling him the "real sonic. the true sonic" because if he isn't then WHAT IS HE? JUST A COPY? You spend your entire life trying to be better than someone- to the point where you fucking give up and try to BE them. because being BETTER is fucking impossible!!!!!! IF that person IS the highest goal that BECOME the highest the goal.

Then one day you just loose it ALL. you crack. you BREAK. You say "Fuck it!" You buy clothes, accesories, makeup and jewleries, and ANYTHING that seperates you from that goddamn golden kid. It doesn't matter if your dad is upset about it- because you don't care about what he thinks anymore. Prove to yourself that by the time your done copying everyone else's homework you'll finally get an A++. Then you can turn around- look better than him in any way. Cause then if you fail now- you'll have nothing to loose.

It is a rutheless transformation. Scrap the past, define the future and become the thing you hate. Loose your self and fear nothing. Cause theres nothing to loose.

Tell yourself that at your worst that you are better. Then laugh and cry at the same time.

then, at the end of it all. You've done everything you've could. You've copyed everyone in fucking classroom- then standing on the goddamn roof of school building the teacher gives you A FUCKING F. YOU ARE STANDING ON THE TOP OF A SCHOOL BUILDING (A ROBOT ABOVE A SEA?!?! HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT HAPPENS TO IPHONE IN WATER???) AND YOU GET A GODDAMN F AGAIN.

and then your dad didn't even look at you proudly. In fact he was clapping at the golden child for recieving another FUCKING A. Because THATS what put you in your place. THATS what brings you crawling back- then he just leaves you.

..

you loose your voice, and your looks. and then after that? you go back to looking just like him. and its a never ending cycle of torment.

So yeah. I think Metal sonic is pretty tragic character but idk y'know?

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

girls sorry that almost everything i write bout m2 is either gloomy either cruel (or sometimes unrealistically happy) & u write like ahh tragedy

bc i dont know fr the last time i was happy ig were a brief periods in 2018 & 2021 that ended quickly and after that all these periods of energy & joy were through gritted teeth actually and yk i asked my friend do you think how we're feeling rn can be called depression n she answers fkin of course bc i cant even treat this as depression like to me it's just acceptance that yes every day you feel such an unbearble pain and agony but like. this is just the way life's turning out. genuinely not funny at all. i feel like everything around me slowly dies and ofc you can't help but wonder "when it'll be my turn?" not in a way you wanna die (tho this sometimes too) but like that this is something inevitable. i don't drink but i smoke and ik that it fucked up my health i've been smoking 3 yrs now and i sometimes wonder when the most awful consequenses will show up but i can't quit bc literally what else i can do. and your eyes hurt from witnessing this life my eyes water constantly bc life hurts so much. bc you don't have the chance to have a life you're literally just surviving and it's such a big achievement that you're simply alive & dont kys. before i had some hopes for the future but now i understand that it's better not to have any - bc this hope just hurts even more. it's not only bout the war & goverment etc but mundane simple life as well bc so much things are out of your control. and the ones that is under - god you have no strength. yes genuinely this isn't funny at all. i learn to enjoy simple things in this life. seeing my friend almost daily brings me so much joy. this is such a big happiness to me. and seeing my other friends or just ppl that are dear to me. it's a big thing. art is also the other thing that is left that makes this life bearable tho i know since the 2nd part of 2023 i started to work in the drawer again. i have no strength to do otherwise honestly. call this pathetic but genuinely you'll be so wrong for calling this pathetic. tho sometimes i do feel this. yk yesterday i saw some of my classmates and i see that they can afford some bigger things like travelling and the only thing i can afford is a metro card. and yes you feel pathetic for this. genuinely i do such a big work for going out from the shell and seeing not only my closest friend. bc this hurts and i can't blame mslf for this anymore. the things i despise mslf for is the bursts of inner agression but thank god for my meds and self-control so i show this less that i've could & sorry if my agression somehow shows i try my best genuinely. anyway bout life. yes witnessing this hurts bc you feel like you're already dead. you wanna smile faintly and laugh quietly at urslf. sometimes it feels like this frame from filth when he looks at the camera w a wicked smile and watering eyes and then hangs himself. yes this is the most exact depiction (sometimes it feels more like nina's look from one of the final scenes where she gives up on everything and returns to her sick mother. she has no choice. same thing for me). but just for the record i've never watched filth so this is just my personal interpretation of that scene. maybe thank god that it doesn't feel like that look from tennenbaum family where he looks in the mirror and says "i'm gonna kill mslf tomorrow". ik that i'll stay here as long as i'm supposed to. tho yesterday i felt that completely delulu thing (i perfectly understand that this is a delusion) that maybe if i'd kms it'd be easier for everyone bc i feel like a very heavy person rn. i can't talk about good things (well i can actually! i do talk about it. i sometimes stay positive and not neutral) and yk my grandfather killed himself. my grandma once said to me that she felt relieved after he did. i though the same bout mslf yesterday (i felt this pretty often after she said this to me, it was in 2021) bc i know i know that probly he and me are much alike alas. idk fr idk

[mimikuku0811]

New jikook au🙈🙈it was my birthday on 07 December so I posted this small Drabble on X

#jikookau ❀𝑵𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆❀

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: alpha jk,omega jm~mpreg~lactation ~🔞

~English is not even my second language so please

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Everything feels too much, he is exhausted and doesn't know what to do or think. How to relieve the aches in his body.

His back hurts, his feet hurt and he can’t fit in his clothes anymore, the ones he bought just last month with his alpha.

His belly has grown so big these past weeks, he can no longer see his legs and below. He is okay with that because he loves his pup and he loves his new self but sometimes it’s just too much.

He knows all of this is normal and a sign of his pup's growth.

The thing is even though he knew everything it didn’t help right now. He has seen pregnant male omega all his life, his doctor told him about it too but still the growing flesh in his chest still shock him.

He stares at them in the mirror then looks down to see them hanging prettily over his belly.

They’re getting bigger each day, he started feeling his flat chest changing two months ago, in his 5th month and now he is seven months pregnant.

He can’t say he got used to them because he zones out every single time he stares at them but he loves them a bit too much.

He thought he’d be shy about them with his alpha, thought he’d hide them from him but nothing happened and contrary he was so bold about them.

Wearing a tights tee in the house, making the material cling to his growing breast. Sometimes wearing just bras. He loved everything about his pregnancy.

His alpha, that man was a goner for him and loved every change in his body due to his pregnancy.

Obsessed with his breast, doesn’t miss the chance to touch the sensitive flesh, burying his face in them, kissing, massaging them.

Jm never complains, he always loves it but the issue is, he always gets horny when Jk is all over them, leaking in his underwear until jk fucks him senseless.

Their libidos before jm got pregnant was so high that they thought it can’t get higher but they got fooled.

After his first trimester, jm was like he was in an endless heat but a heat where he was conscious, always begging for a knot, before starting his day and at night where jk could knot him at least two times.

But since he got those growing sensitive mounds, jk got turned on every time he got a glimpse of them.

Now in front of his bathroom mirror, he looks at the dark brown puffy nipple, it stings. His breasts are heavy and it hurts. He feels a tingling sensation in them, a sudden fullness of them.

He knows what it means, he is lactating. He started feeling it two weeks ago, it was bearable when jk sucked it or massaged them with some oils but the past three days he can’t even touch them without flinching.

He sights and takes the oil then pours some on his palm. Jk can’t help him right now because he is busy with work and since jm took his pregnancy leave a week ago.

He rubs it in his palms to heat the oil a little then applies it on his breasts, he winces at the first contact but doesn't remove his hands and continues by putting a little pressure and kneads the flesh.

Only the sound of his whimpers is heard in the quiet house.

He proceeds with care, squeezing the flesh softly, small moans leave his mouth. The pressure lessened a little and it was enough for him to make him sigh in relief.

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Jm closes the book he's reading—he brings his hands up, cupping the swell gently, shivering uncontrollably when he brushes his thumbs across his nipples and they harden, furling into tight, aching points.

They are aching again, and he can't decide if he likes it or not. It's not a bad ache, but it makes him feel restless; makes him want.

"Startin' without me?"

Jk’s voice jerks jm out of his reverie, but his hands remain on his breast then drops them.

He reaches for Jk’s hand "alphaaaa…” his tone whiny “ it’s hurts please do something”

Jk settles behind jm on the couch, then draws him back into the V of his legs, bringing his hands up to cup Jm's breasts gently. Each pass of jk’s thumbs over his nipples makes jm shiver, and he catches jk’s hands in his, trying to stop the motions.

"D-don't, jkie" it’s not that he doesn't want to be touched but it feels kind of uncomfortable.

"Does it hurt?" Jk stopped rubbing, but he doesn't drop his hands; doesn't let jm tug them away.

"Not—exactly." Jm can't quite muffle the whimper he makes when jk goes back to rubbing gently, swirls and circles around his nipples, around the areolas that prickle and pucker, drawing in tighter. Jm tips his head back against Jk’s shoulder, a shudder rippling through him from head to toe. "Aches, but feels g-good."

"Mmm." The rubbing becomes gentle tugs, jk plucking at jm’s nipples. Each pull and tug echoes deep within his body, a mini-contraction jm quivers through, even as he arches into the touches. Jk noses along jm’s jaw to his ear, scenting him, jm smelled so good and sweet, voice low and gravelly when he says, "Think I could you come like this?"

Jm doesn't know if he can come just with his nipple played but sometimes when jk is on them, all he needed to come was just one thrust from his alpha.

"Jkie hum please”The word bursts out of him, rough and hoarse, and jm turns his head toward the alpha, breathes in his scent. "Harder, god, please."

"Don't want to hurt you." Jk pulls just a little harder on one nipple, drawing a gasp from jm. It becomes a moan, muffled against jk’s throat, but still audible. Jm drops his hands from Jk’s ; skims one downward toward his cock as the aching inside him spreads outward, turning to hunger.

"You won't hurt me." If there's anyone in the world jm trusts unconditionally not to hurt him, it's jk.

"Don't want to hurt the baby." Jk’s hands follow jm’s, rubbing over the swell of his belly, one hand venturing lower to grasp jm through his sweats.

"Not gonna, she's fine—jk, please." Jm digs his heels into the couch, pushing backward against his alpha . He's going to die if jk doesn't do something, and do it now. Don’t judge him, minute ago he wanted him to stop but jk just knows how to use his hands

His rose-milky scent sweetened around them making the alpha growls as his own sandalwood grew thicker in the air.

"Smell so good," jk whispers, rubbing harder, faster, one hand on jm’s nipple, the other over his pretty little cock. Something clenches tight and hard inside jm, spirals of warmth spreading out from it. Jk nips at jm’s throat, teeth grazing downward, slowly. "Taste good, Minie." He pulls on jm’s nipple again, chuckling against his skin at the high keening noise jm makes, he is leaking in his underwear. Jm’s just about to beg jk to fucking do something, get me off when jk stiffens against him, hands stilling on him.

"Kkie—what--?"

"Y-you." Jk stutters the word, then swipes his thumb over jm’s nipple again. "Jm. You—you're—"

"What—?" Jm curses his voice cracking, and tries again. "Jk, what—I, what is it?"then he smells it, sweet, something added to his sweet scent. He looks down and sees it.

Jk never stopped rubbing, thumb caressing smaller and then larger circles, over and over. "You're leaking. Something. I." He shifts around until he's kneeling over jm, an awkward position made more awkward by jm’s swelling belly. "I don't, is it—" jk swallows roughly, holding jm’s gaze with his own.

"Milk," jm says hoarsely. "Or—the stuff that comes before." “Please do something jkie”

They knew jm was lactating two weeks ago but nothing could prepare jk for what he had right in front of him.

Jk makes a noise, grunt, whimper, snarl, jm can't tell. But his eyes are dark and wide, pupils dilated, he leans in and laps at one tight, aching nipple, tongue dragging rough-smooth over and over before he fastens his mouth on and sucks.

The jolt of electricity that zips through jm has him bucking upward, hand coming up to hold Jk’s head against him.

"Oh—oh, God, shit, alpha . Don't—don't stop."

Jk doesn't stop just sucks, pulling hard and fast on jm’s tender nipple. It feels hot and swollen, ripe like it's about to burst, and he whimpers, a low ragged sound that swirls into the suckling noises jk’s making, until it's one continuous sound echoing around them.

Jk cups his free hand around jm’s other – shit, breast -- and rubs, thumbing the nipple roughly, pinching and pulling until jm feels little beads of something warm and slick dribbling over his skin before jk smoothes it in.

He aches, so deep and so huge, it's taken over his body. Jm strokes himself, fingers curling tight and harsh, rocking upward. On some level he's aware of jk rutting against his thigh, pushing and pressing against jm in time to the throbbing in jm’s body. He arches up against jk , groans thickly when jk bites gently, then harder, before sucking again, mouth pulling, tugging, demanding.

Jm comes with a long, low moan, one hand pressing against the back of jk’s head while the other presses against his cock as he feels slick leaking no stop from his hole, feeling each pulse of heat released. Against him, jk stiffens, shoves hard, and jm feels him come, too, slick heat spreading between them, wetting the leg of jm’s sweats.

Jm pulls off with a soft popping noise and rests his forehead against jm’s chest, warm breath curling over sweaty skin.

Every inch of jm is throbbing, head-to-toes and everywhere in between. He feels alive, thrumming with life, turned on and full of love.

He smooths his fingers through Jk’s hair – longer than he's ever worn it, and nice, because it gives jm something to touch – and feels the sigh Dean releases travel through him.

"Wow," jk says, finally, the word soft and disbelieving. "I—wow." “ my god you taste so fucking good fuck”

"Mmm." Jm shifts a little, because flat on his back with jk pressed down over him isn't very comfortable, but he doesn't want to move. Not right now, not any time soon, never. He shivers when jk moves his head, breathes gently over the nipple he was just suckling, feels it tighten up again in response. "Jkieee."

"Yeah." Jk doesn't move, though, just hovers there, breathing. When he does shift, jm expects him to get up; what he doesn't expect is a kiss so gentle, so loving, it steals jm’s breath away. Jk draws back, a lazy smile curving his mouth, and stands up, holding a hand out to jm. "I was gonna see if you wanted to watch a movie—but how 'bout we go and I fuck you in your nest hum omega and you let me milk you dry baby."

Jimin wails, cock twitching again “I don’t think you’ll get out of my sight babe” he scoops him up the head to their bedroom.

In their room, jk puts him in their nest, all their scent mingles in the air, sweet and thick. Jm wants to drown himself in it.

“Jkiee just please don’t make me wait….” Jm utters as he gets off his clothes, leaving himself naked.

Jk stood at the foot of the bed, looking at him, eyes dark, already rock hard again “hum present for me then omega” jm makes an excited sound as he happily tries to move himself around with his heavy belly.

“Ohh there baby let me help you hum”he said as he gets in the nest then maneuver jm on his hand and knees “all pupped and full but still want to be fucked” jk rasps against his ear making the smaller shivers

“My Alpha fuck me so good” he utters against the pillow placed under his head “ and his knot is so big it makes me see stars” jk growls pressing himself against jm’s back, jm feels the nakedness of his mate—thick cock nestled right between his ass’s cheeks, he didn’t even feel or hear jk tears off his clothes.

“I knew you mated me just because of my knot omega—slut” jk said as he grinds against the leaking hole, tip brushing roughly against it, catching his entrance repeatedly.

“Alpha noo please just fuck me” jm pleads with a sob, he is too sensitive and he knows he won’t last long again.

Jk grabs the base of his cock and lines it to the omega’s leaking cunt not caring to prepare him because he knows jm is loose enough to take him in.

He presses the tip tightly against his cunt, the omega sobs at the feeling then jk drowns his cock slowly into him, it’s so slow that jm feels every little thing about his cock.

Soft walls cling around him, squeezing him so delicately “fuck jm how the fuck your always tight” jm whimpers, he moans “ah ah hum kkie feels so good”

Jk grabs him by his hips as he completely bottoms out “ fuck so fucking good my slutty omega” he grunts

“ humm yours only yours” the smaller wails “ please move jkie” jk thrusts deliciously slow, jm rolls his eyes in pleasure.

“ yes yes more pleaseeee”

The thrusts become deeper and faster as jk finds his pace, he fucks into jimin like there is no end— didn’t have any struggle to find the omega’s sweet spot.

“ oh oh oh right there please ah ah fuck I won’t last long alpha” the omega cries, hands clenching on the sheets beneath him until his knuckles turn white. He is happy that his belly is rested against a pillow otherwise his back wouldn’t allow him this position longer.

Only jk’s grunts and groans are heard in the rooms now, jm’s too exhausted to make any sound and only make silent cries.

“Omega” jk rasps in a deep voice, abusing jimin’s prostate repeatedly making the omega sobs. “ gonna knot you babe” he warns as the base of his thick, throbbing cock swells and catches against Jm’s rim in every thrust until he can’t move anymore only grinding in him, circling his hips in tight motion.

“ let’s lay you on in your side babe—don’t want to hurt you and the baby” jm only hums too fucked out to even talk.

Jk maneuvers them on their side, pillow still under jm’s belly as he rubs his thumb over it, feeling a small move against his palm, his heart flutters with love for his baby girl.

Jimin feels the change in jk's mood after their pup makes herself known, he reaches behind to pull jk’s head against his neck asking to be scented.

Jk noses at his neck, his milky rosy scent, he smells so good. He scents him thoroughly, covering jm’s scent to his—sandalwood; his omega purrs.

Jm moans as Jk ruts his knot against his prostate, they were too drowned at the cute moment. “Ohh jkie I’m coming ah ah don’t stop please” he pleads as he grinds back.

Sometimes mingling with jm’s scent—milk. Jk looks down at jm’s breast and sees the milk dripping down his belly. In a quick move, he carefully turns jm’s upper body, a little enough to make it easy for what he was about to do.

He leans in against the soft mounds, rubbing his face on it then without warning he plugs ons nipple in his mouth and makes the omega wince at the sensibility of his abused nipple.

“Ahh alpha ah ah”

Jk sucks, swallowing the sweet milk down his throat “ jkie ah ah” Jm’s pretty cock resting against leaking endlessly, forming a poll on the sheet.

The wet sound of his slick with the small thrust, turns him on more “ahh ah I’m coming oh my god” his body went limp in jk’s hold as he cums with a loud cry, squirting around Jk’s now formed knot.

“Oh jm” he grunts, hot ropes of cum filling jm’s abused hole. He came so much into jm that some of his semen’s spurting around his knot.

He leaves Jm’s nipple with a loud bob, milk dripping down his chin

“Oh fuck” he curses as he ride his orgams, hugging jm tightly nose at his neck.

If jm wasn’t pregnant, he would see his stomach bloated with cum.

———-

“ hey baby” he utters against jm’s skin “

Are you here with me”

Jm is too tired to respond just hums “ oh my babe” jk coos at him “ i think i should stop tiring your body this way”

Jimin grunts “ if you dare to stop I swear alpha I’ll….” He got cut by jk’s laughs

“ my god you’re so cute baby and I’m just teasing you but baby I’ll be more careful next time” he replies “ look at yourself you’re so down after just one round and me who wanted to fuck you till dawn” jk whispers against his ear, jm moans his name.

“ I’ll be babe I don’t want to exhaust you too much yeah” Jimin hums, the omega is too tired to form a word again as he slumbers in a sweet dream.

𝑬𝒏𝒅........

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 💗

[bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing]

Nightmare AU part 28

Panel 1

Trisha the hour glass: "Not everybody has control over it, many of us have different colors but it's no use to us.Yes, the color represent us, but do not worry, it's the same as jinx, you can't do much harm with it."

Amstran the moon dancer:" l should go, thank you! We will come soon, there is something we want and it might help us!"

Trisha the hour glass:"Sure pumpkin of course, i will wait for you to come back... Till then, take care!"

Amstran the moon dancer:"Alright, again, this time hit harder and a little bit to your left, Polestar the star sprite!"

Luna the moon demon :"Nishya the dream cat if you want to learn how to win in a sword fight you need to stop being so tense, relax and focus."

Yan-naifu the ghost:"Does anybody want a snack, you should eat something, this is a new receipe."

Faith the head rabbit:"Oh no, not another receipe experiment on us..."

Panel 2

Felix Reddison:" Guys, it's time for a break, who will help me with some orders?"

Polestar the star sprite:"I will, sorry Amstran the moon dancer..."

Sky Coeur the detective:"I have some important news! May I have your attention, thank you!"

Amstran the moon dancer:"This belongs to Donut, where did you find it?"

Lumboo the light ghost:" There it is, the second entry, my old man was a butler here before he died..."

Yan-naifu the ghost:"Are you sure it belongs to her?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"I gave this to Donut as a friendship gesture, i can't believe they got her...i swear if they dare harm Donut..."

Luna the moon demon:"Look i know how important she is but right now it's not the time, we have to move."

Amstran the moon donut: "Donut, where are you? Donut answer me if you can hear us!"

Hester the photo marksmen:"This place has so many rooms, she could be anywhere, i'm taking right and you left."

Yan-naifu the ghost:"I don't think it's a great plan to split up, there are some demons dogs, very powerful."

Le souris bon bon neige:"You don't have to come with us, it's better to stay here and wait."

Yan-naifu the ghost:"Excuse me?I want to help Donut as much as everyone else...I'm not a weak ghost you know!"

Staran the galaxy man:"Star dust galaxy ink!"

Le souris bonbon neige: Ice! Velvet icee storm ignite!"

Hester the photo marksmen:"This dog is bigger than my last one!"

Yan-naifu the ghost:"I told you there were some demons dogs and now a statue because apperently this place isn't bad enough..."

Le souris bon bon neige:"Why this gives me the Harry Potter vibes?I already have a wand where is my letter?"

Staran the galaxy man:"Yes, and i'm sure every broom in the castle is a Nimbus 2001, come on ice mouse, use your spell and make a hole in the wall..."

Amstran the moon dancer:"This mirror is so strange, this house gives me those vibes like this is a nest at some point."

Hester the photo marksmen:" Don't move Doctor Bird, one step and you will feel the blade, now turn slowly, no more tricks!"

Donut:"Amstran the moon dancer is that you? Help! I'm tied up by some chains."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Donut i'm coming, hang on!"

Donut:"Amstran the moon dancer you have found me,i'm so happy to see you...Sorry, i keep getting myself in this situations..."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Donut, it's alright and you are safe now. How did you end up here, did they hurt you?"

Donut:"I don't know, i just got here and no, i'm a smart taugh piece of a donut,they can't harm me...i'm just a bit confused!"

Luna the moon demon:"I think they wanted us to be here, but for what purpose?"

Sky Coeur the detective:" We will think about it when we get out of here.Donut do you know the main path for the first door?The second door is not safe anymore since we had to block it..."

Luna the moon demon:"Where is Hester the photo marksmen? We have to get him too and get out of here now."

Faith the head rabbit:"Great now we all begin to disappear, i better use my time slow power to buy us at least 10 more minutes,better hurry our..."

Donut belongs to @ caprin-mallow 😊

Check her lovely drawings as well 👍

Ok, so now that i made that Harry Potter it's time to sort my ocs in Hogwarts but before that i want to say that i was only 12 years old when i saw the first movie HP amd the Chamber of secrets and i wished that JK wasn't a bad person but she is and i don't agree with her...plus in my country there is a limited Harry Potter merch for exemple rare clothes and books only and i am not that rich to go to London to buy the merch so please no hate for me.

My ocs:

Females *good team

Luna the moon demon: Ravenclaw

Yan Naifu the ghost:Slytherin

Red the fortune teller:Ravenclaw

Nishya the dream cat:Hufflepuff

Dandelion the white flower: Hufflepuff

Rocky Flame: Gryffindor

Trisha the hour glass: Ravenclaw

Elenora the rainbow joy: Hufflepuff

Celena the trophy ice skater: Slytherin

Males *good team

Staran the galaxy man:Slytherin

Hester the photo markmen: Hufflepuff

Le souris bon bon neige: Slytherin

Felix Reddison: Hufflepuff

Sky Coeur the detective: Ravenclaw

Amstran the moon dancer: To be honest i don't know...

Tommie the farmer cat:Hufflepuff

The they/them genderfluid *good team

Lumboo the ghost light: Ravenclaw

Polestar the star sprite:Gryffindor

The cigarette ghost Smoky:Gryffindor

The tiny helpers we see like the bell and so on, all of them are:Hufflepuff

Females *bad team

Melinoë the princess of nightmares: Slytherin

Vanessa the fourth knight: Hufflepuff

Growlian:Gryffindor

Lavinya the lamb servant:Hufflepuff

Feryoni the flower cat muse:Slytherin

Males *bad team

Luciano the candle of secrets: Hufflepuff

Moon on fire: Gryffindor

Clause the king assasin:Slytherin

Doctor Bird:Ravenclaw

Sweet lime: Gryffindor

Duo the ballon prince:Slytherin

Others:

Katelyn:Ravenclaw

Acrylia the sour candy: Gryffindor

Victim 1: Gryffindor

Victim 2 and 3: Slytherin, Hufflepuff

.........

The guard demon dog name is Dooffy, they are 4 of them... Lucky they only found one! Lmao

Part 1 till part 27

I haven't draw for such a long time Donut persona, i'm sorry for such a long hiatus time for the comic... I have not forgotten about you, one of my dear friends...

+ a corrupted Amstran the moon dancer

[finite-breakpoints]

phantom pain (Angstpril 2024, #10)

[ Previously: a little too late ]

::Your shoulder's acting up.:: Julia nudges him a little, trying to get a better look -- Siv can't see it, of course, but he can feel that tiny bit of resistance under her fingertips, resurfacing pin sockets reducing her touch to nothing but faint pressure on his skin. ::Doesn't look good. You need to have someone look at it again.::

::Yeah, I know.:: The medical center's still short-staffed, even with the influx of programs from Advan's… rehabilitation centers. If he can avoid making it worse, he does. ::Give it a couple cycles, it'll calm down.::

::Siv.::

::What?:: He sits up, stretches out -- it's sore. Been a while since that's happened. ::The circuits haven't split off, right? Doesn't feel like it.::

::No. Looks close, though.::

::You know it's not a big deal. As long as the port stays closed, anyway.::

::I know it means you're stressed, and that you're acting like things are fine, and you won't tell me why.::

::Do we really have to do this right now?:: Immediately hates himself for the way it sounds. She isn't wrong, but it's not like he can tell her what's going on. Not without freaking her out, which is the last thing either of them need, lately. Besides, she has a point, and he can't fault her for being worried about him. ::…Sorry. I'll go to the medical center first thing next cycle. Promise.::

::Gonna hold you to it.::

::I know. --But you don't have to. It's not your job anymore.::

::It's not about obligation. Never was. You know that.:: She yawns. ::I mean, you'd still do it for me, wouldn't you?::

::Yeah. Of course I would. No question.:: He leans over -- carefully, just in case she's right -- and kisses her on the cheek. ::Alright, I'll go patch this up. Go back to sleep.::

She hums something like an assent, and he watches her circuits dim to a slow pulse. A little too proud of herself, honestly…

Siv stands up, doing his best not to disturb her. He's a little out of practice, but he manages it. Closes the door behind him before turning on the light. He's missed this. Missed her. When did they start to drift off in separate directions?

The answer, of course, is looking back at him in the mirror. And then in triplicate, as he unfolds the panels. Shifts slightly, trying to get a better look at the dense array of silver scars stretching across his right shoulder, beginning to mirror to the left. Glowing brighter than they should; maybe it's worse than he thought.

Pulls out a set of patches, the wide ones that will cover most of it. Even the damage patches designed for data processors can't always handle it. The pin sockets are too close together, and there's too many of them, for it to adhere properly. And this doesn't quite stick, either.

It'll do for now. A stopgap, just like everything else.

This is a face he's become more comfortable with, over the cycles. Something that has to be settled into, every time his render changes -- and it hadn't come easily, this last time. A bigger change than it usually is, something that almost felt like a rollback. Too much like his sister -- who isn't exactly herself anymore… not really.

"And whose fault is that?"

The figure standing behind his reflection has no circuits to speak of -- but she radiates a faint light nonetheless. Someone both distant and achingly familiar. Not Yori -- no, Advan -- although easily mistaken. The same look Advan had given him, when she'd arrived in Gallium -- surprise, then disappointment, in how much he'd changed.

"Clu did this to her," he says quietly. "I don't know how. She should have been safe from it. It shouldn't have worked."

"You could have stopped her. You could have stopped so much of this -- but you've left behind everything I gave you."

--And then his input regulators wake up, the impossible sensation of all those pins reconnecting. For just a clock-cycle, he wants more than anything to feel the rush of free-flowing information through his circuits. The chance to chase down the root of the corruption spreading through the Grid, hold it up to the light… and pull it apart, line by line.

She's right. He could have, at one time. But the data rig in the Archives, the one Polaris had taken with him when he left Tron City, refuses to wake for him. Siv isn't a processor anymore -- the System's given him another purpose. The prototyping lab; giving his betas a home, untangling them from what the Occupation's done to them. The network; keeping watch over the programs of Gallium, giving them the tools to fight their own battles.

In the mirror, his circuits shiver -- momentarily giving way to those waveform patterns that increasingly feel less alien, the more he shifts into them, interacts with the network in them. And he knows then, beyond any doubt, that his User's wishes are no longer a factor. Not in his render, not in his function, and not in his decisions.

"No. I took what I needed, and left the rest." Siv takes a deep breath, willing himself to look her in the eye -- and then to stay standing, under the crushing weight of her gaze. "And I don't need you anymore."

"Do you really believe that?"

Before he can answer, the regulator circuits branch off, spidering across his shoulders with no input to temper them. Some long-sleeping part of his code reactivates, reaches out in a desperate reflex… and finds nothing in return, as Lora-Prime watches his circuits burn with something that might just be a smile.

"When you change your mind, I'll be here."

And then the whole room spins, and blinks into nothingness.

[cobaltbambi]

Hey now, no embarrassment angel. You sounding whiny and pathetic is exactly how it should be. You can't help feeling good. Being a good slut, following the instructions even when they leave you shaking and unable to even do something as simple as stop recording. 10-20 minutes of just you trying to stop shaking... you're really teasing me angel. Be a good girl for your mommy and remind me again, what did I have you do for so long? Maybe tell me what turned you on the most.

Hell, maybe I'll eventually write an even longer fantasy, aim to have you record yourself until you physically can't take it anymore. Would you like that angel? Instruct you to use your pretty holes, make a fantasy so filthy you'll turn into a blushing, soaking wet, slut. Maybe I could take those fantasies and combine them. After all, ghostface usually works in pairs. How about that? A fantasy where you're used by two ghostface butches, starting from semi-public and ending with you fucked to the point of overstimulation. Or maybe I can take it even further. Add a third one, put all of your holes to good use, but that would be a shame, silencing your whines just wouldn't be worth it. Maybe I could take it further in some other way? take a good look at all those kinks you mentioned and make good use of every single one of them. Give me color, angel.

You want it? Beg for it, my sweet angel. Show me exactly what I would get out of spending all that time writing for you. Show me what a desperate, whiny slut you can be for me, otherwise I won't think you want it hard enough.

-⚠️

Does answering this on my way to work prove how much I need it? Because I'm blushing on the bus and getting myself all worked up before my shift just to tell you how much I need you to leave me filthy asks. Maybe if I tell you that I read them all the time? Because they make me so wet and squirmy, make me want to be a good girl and follow your instructions all over again 💖

Sooooo you have me start by looking at myself in the mirror, calling myself pretty and grinding slowly on my pillow. Then you let me grind harder and said to call myself a pretty puppy while playing with my nipples like a good girl. And then you had me suck my bigger strap for a bit and that was soooo good. Grinding against my pillow and trying to take all the strap in my throat (I can't do it yet, maybe I just need you to hold my head and make me take it). Then you were super nice and let my rub my clit and slap my pussy, having me say 'thank you mommy' after each one, I really liked that. Like making it hurt because I'm a pain slut. You told me to do that after each paragraph while fucking myself with my strap and vibe. Then you made me keep the vibe on max until the end and I think that's what made me so sensitive that I couldn't stop recording. Felt so good and made me feel so so fuzzy 🐶💖

[ablogofchanges]

Hey it’s my Birthday today. It feels good to be another year older. It feels weird only being in my early to mid 20s *blows out candle* (Wish I was a massive Bubba bear with a flatulent ass and a slob brain) 😮‍💨 🕯

In the start of mid 20s and already wanting for more age and look? Classic case to me!…. But, birthday wishes are always meant to be satisfying and fulfilled, am i right? So now instead of tricking you like others, im gonna do the opposite this time: Fulfilling every word of your birthday wish, just for ya bud'!

Blowing all the candles and stretching upward and outward, your spine goes with the significant pain as back muscles ripple in a round shape and quickly degrading. Your shoulders begin to protrude while you feel like your spine and rib cage about to expand, push outward in every direction from your bod, cracking, bending contortedly As it felt like your chest is being pulled backwards and up, your gut fills and bulking up with the sense of the weight of your own mass chest as it is your stomach gaining more and more with the fat keeps growing along with the stretching skin. Your torso is slowly getting black and bushy with the sense of how the shirt turning uncomfortable as if the calories in your belly makes them shrink A warm wave hit you along with a sudden wet sensation, ensuring your butt to let out a very long and loud fart. A tingling feeling around your butt gets stronger while your thighs has been replaced with an extreme itch on your entire lower body. You look down to see what changed as your thighs are completely glued together. Your once smooth legs have gone hairy from the backs of your thighs, now entirely covered. The worst of the itching is gone, however, a little tingly itching is left along the entirety of your lower Your legs straighten out with the hair spontaneously spreading out, soft and fuzzy like a solid blanket, up and down. Your fat has grown so much that your shirt now can't hold them, bursting down to the floor while your feet and toes broaden and widen. Your outstretching arms and hands feel the increasing weight and size of your body changing as if all the fat in your body shifted to your arms, making them massive as hair growing, going down to the hands with the existing hair was moving outward. Your wrists turn to be more flexible as your palms swelling and getting wider, and you start to feel your fingers extending in mass. You can perceive the fat on your fingertips increase and thicken. You sense dizzy and light-headed with the rapidly aged face and the eyes turn dull and blurry, wrinkles are messily formed on your face and under eyes while your head expand with the cheeks into a rounder shape. As your nose itching and painfully changing bigger rounder, you feel like lying in a pool of sweat and cant even think clearly. you keep getting older as your facial hair moving from your now blad head to form a sexy beard covering your now pale gray skin. Looking at the mirror, you can tell your birthday wish is fulfill like you have always desired...

Almost forgot! Soon your mind seems to be altering as well as your way of thinking is different, more simplier, incorrect and unable to make sense your own feelings. And with the brain is now slob, dumb and nothing but needing more food in the gut, you seem delighted with the wish! A dreamer or a fool? Can't judge your decision but a happy birthday to you!

Hey! This one is a little bit long and messy, again...

I have an annoucement that i still try to make submissions, but, im now busy irl until August! Yeah, a whole half of the year, i know, that means beside submissions, i wont upload anymore of my own stories. And i was thinking about doing Ko-Fi or Patreon, let me know if you guys have better ideas than that. Anyway, toodles!

[pekasairroc]

I got a terrible seed in Wind Waker Randomizer but this mod is delightful.

I can play as Vaati.

The swift sail is always active and a lot of the annoying cutscenes have been cut. Saves time. Love it.

I completed the Deku Tree Sprouts sub quest for the first time ever since I’m not an anxious time-pressed 10 year old anymore. Maybe I’ll impress past-Holly and do a 12 eyed octo.

One of my first items was from the auction house and it was the bigger wallet. Such good luck. Such bitter outbidding

My first weapon was the Skull Hammer and it is delightful! to see Wizzrobes flattened into a pancake. I never used it before for combat and this is new! I didn’t even know you could swing it side to side.

I never feared Stalfos until now, not having bombs. Also, four darknuts are scary to fight with only the Skull Hammer. I swear Outlook Isle cave has the grappling hook. I died two times and I am not ashamed.

I randomized the enemy colors for fun but unfortunately the red and yellow wizzrobes are both red so I don’t know who to target first. This is actually a problem. I also don't know what color the chuchus are except that electric ones are blue (outside tower of the gods), green hide, red never hide, and dark ones are only in the earth temple. Which is definitely enough to deal with but when looking for green chu jelly I was surprised they dropped red.

After failing on the Flight Control Platform many times and almost giving up (except for the resentment of maybe needing the item as a reward) I decided to look up a speed run for the timing. After finding a 100% speed run I found the clip with the minigame and… they did a glitch to shoot past in one second. I finally beat it normally and got THE SWORD.

Very happy I practiced Shark Island’s cave so much for so many years since it was “easy” with a sword and four hearts despite each miniblin needing two sword hits.

Windfall Isle is terrible since it’s so laggy. I don’t want to be there ever again.

I failed a few times getting into Forest Haven with the Deku Leaf and no grappling hook and I told myself I’d Wind Waker dive if I failed again but was able to leaf pump enough to the entrance. Couldn't do anything there without the grappling hook despite trying to leaf pump up to the deku leaf.

I opened up the Wind Temple and completed nearly every chest/item on the Great Sea and still no Grappling Hook so I suppose I’m diving into the Wind Temple now.

I beat the wind temple. No grappling hook. Molgera almost crashed my computer with lag. Since I have the hero's sword it took longer and lots of miniworms spawned and killed the fps.

I have the Triforce of Courage. No grappling hook.

I beat the Overlook Isle cave. No hook.

Got the mirror shield from the first room of Dragon Roost Cavern since I was desperate.

I farmed joy pendants and skull necklaces from the Shark Island cave for over an hour-- which is difficult with four hearts and a hero's sword!-- for Marie and the rich asshole and now I despise miniblins and also have no grappling hook.

FINALLY got the bombs from Hyrule and then the boomerang so it's time to clear the sea platforms and reefs!

Grappling hook in last chest of the night. Had to have bombs.

The rest went swimmingly since it was easy but Windfall is the worst on my computer emulator. I could only visit at night so it wouldn’t lag.

It's so easy doing Forbidden Woods with the boomerang and bombs and bow and extra magic. It’s really fun to do dragon roost cavern with the deku leaf. So much easier.

On the topic of Forbidden Woods, there's a ring of light added that allows you access to the dungeon without doing that big flight again. HOWEVER you can't just leave Forbidden Woods by Deku Leaf and big magic meter since when you leave that platform and hit the water it auto resets to a fall and puts you right back on land (since during that time you don't want to fall and have to redo that whole sequence. BUT you CAN glide over to the boat. Which was all well and good until I hopped out of the boat two quadrants later in Fire Mountain, immediately respawned outside Forbidden Woods, and tried it two more times before going through the dungeon to the end light.

Having light arrows and essentially saying “nah” to enemies. Would recommend.

I’m just really really bad at the Molgera fight when it’s laggy.

Ganon stole his aesthetic!

I missed one room in dragon roost cavern which has a map to a piece of heart but oh well.

I love the Puppet Ganon fight even though it’s hard. Especially because it’s hard. You have to be good at first person archery and I am! So it’s fun!

Love this— I want to replay with cutscenes, if the randomizer allows it, just to see Vaati’s expressions.

[kpop-bg-roleplay]

If I ever ended up with a charge for poisoning food, those five people would be charged for wasting necessary resources. I looked at Yeosang with an unreasonable expression, mostly because I somewhat deducted he has watched me commit such act openly. I then pressed my lips together, bidding goodbye to him with a curt nod and left the cafe to get back to my next schedule. I took my time walking back to my room, the cool breeze of the wind outside calmed me down a little bit from the piercing pressure I'm receiving in a awake state. Minutes passed by when I entered the living quarters of KQ, rushing between the crowds of people to my room to take a shower in the small bathroom and changing clothes afterwards. Except that I forgot to take a change of clothes with me to the bathroom for once. I was too careless and once I left the door of the bathroom, the person who watches the security cameras currently receives a free show unconsenting from either party. They would see my body in bruises in all shades of purple and yellow, even when I know they wouldn't care about it as it's deemed normal at KQ to look tattered all the time. There's also the fact that I lost weight to be visibly underweight that clothes aren't fitting me anymore as they used to when I arrived almost a year ago. I looked at my soulless self in the mirror while drying my thinned out hair, it was a scary sight to see and it's a miracle that I'm still alive to this day.

I guess dying of starvation would be an another circumstance a way out of this second hell than living at KQ longer, yet a painful one as I miss eating properly without fear of getting poisoned. Once I finished my cleaning up and getting ready to Speedrun the change of clothes, I bursted out of the bathroom to grab my stuff when I came in contact with another member of the KQ.

He stared at me.

I stopped in my tracks to stare right back.

He began to flush bright red when the only thing covering me is a big towel over my body, turning away from me to stare at the white drywall wallpaper interestingly.

"What are you doing here?", I asked him once I somewhat regained my control over my emotions back and quickly grabbing my spare change of clothes over my bed to begin changuhg in the bathroom. I could still hear him from behind that door.

"I...Ehm...wanted to ask you to take this commission with me.", he eventually spoke, that by the time I put my bra on, I felt slightly suspicious over his wordings. "What commission requires you to talk to me directly and not going through the usual procedure?", I questioned further, my suspicions not ending here at all, they grew bigger.

"The bosses want you to meet a client soon to evaluate a new supplier for ecstasy and cocaine. You use them for the faux paintings more than the rest of us normal folks anyways and given how highly they think your skills are, you're the perfect match for the job. If the sales go up this time around, they'll treat you better.", he described the commission while looking around the room curiously as despite it's owner being quite lifeless, the room was filled with plants that survive every condition they're currently in, especially my cacti that Yeosang didn't fit in his place for once. I call that an act of charity, plus he can always watch them grow from the CCTV cameras.

"As if they would, I'm refusing the commission.", I announced and walking out of the room once I was fully dressed to look at the man in question. I'm rather bad at memorizing names to faces, but at least he's someone I do see from time to time in the hallways. "I guess KQ has spoiled you too much already as you have your own room and a bathroom attached to it. You don't even deserve such treatment. If I was you, I'd be on my knees and kissing everyone's feet already.", he spats, walking closer to me to tower immensely over my body, "You have no choice but to accept it. You can't refuse an order or do you want to go back to the punishment room again?". He did bring fear in my eyes right this second by mentioning the dark room I've been in for an indefinite amount of time with no food or just a drop of water to keep me alive. I didn't back down however, looking at him straight in the eyes as I speak, "Under one condition: I want to eat food that hasn't been touched by KQ, not even the desserts at the cafe or the fruits at the Mensa should be poisoned or tempered with. That's all I want." My request seems to be a good condition, as the food all the staff and the members use isn't poisonous at all, yet whenever I touch it, it already is. The only reason why I'm underweight and at the medic wing this often is because of the food. I've been poisoned a lot in the past that my body grew resistant to it, but I still can't process spoiled food without my body rejecting it naturally from every pore it comes out of.

"Hoo... aren't you bold to dare to accuse us to serve food not to your spoiled status. Be grateful that you get food on the table in the first place, you even weaseled your way to Mr. Seonghwa to poison yourself so that people feel bad for you!", he began to continuously accuse me of things that I had no fault in except doing my job. Which was originally paint fakes and help distribute the drugs to the buyers. If the 9 legends weren't giving me assistant jobs or helping out at the cafe while the paint is drying, I'd have nothing to do otherwise to keep myself busy.

The man saw that I wasn't listening to him in the first place and spits on the ground afterwards, unhygienic or not isn't his concern currently. "One of the legends will pick you up, hope you'll die out there you pathetic bitch.", He said at last, glaring at my direction before walking out of the room to leave me alone dealing with this situation.

It took quite a bit to calm down my racing heartbeat as the adrenaline wears off and I left my room to go to my main source of income and finishing up the last commission with a heavy heart. At least that part of the job was worth it, especially when I get to wear a full on suit and nobody dares to walk inside without getting the fumes overwhelming their senses. They would be immediately drugged by contact, it was a fun surprise to find out that those who tried to come unprepared would get a drug overdose as a result. That may be my fault at some point when I recreate the shades of the originals.

The hydra that was Ateez's leadership wanting to change their drug supplier? That much was true, much to your univited guest's credit, but the preferencial treatment was an utter farce. Neither Hongjoong, Seonghwa or Hyerin had any reason to want to treat you any better than mere staff they kept on a payroll, and they made sure you knew it.

They made sure the other staff in the facility knew as well.

Eying the briefcase she had prepared for San to take, Hyerin popped back a caffeine pill as she took a look at the potentials for the newest supplier contract she had drafted up; a full night's worth of review and revision that left her functioning on an inhumane two hours of sleep and a slew of coffee. Although, her training and existence in SM as a young child and teen could explain the tolerance, if she bothered to look into it fully.

"Hongjoong hyung says you have something for me~" San announced, slipping into the older woman's office, already decently kitted out after a quick stop to the armoury. Following Hyerin's hand as she pointed in the direction of the briefcase in question, the combat officer chuckled, picking it up and heading out the door-

"San-ah?"

"Yes Noona?"

"Tell Mingi to escort our favourite little painter to the contract meeting," Hyerin ordered, making San's brow furrow at the sheer visibilty of her exhaustion. "I want to hear her insight; I do have a supplier in mind."

"On it~"

What was clearly obvious as Mingi accompanied you to the car he had planned on taking, was that he was in no way pleased with bringing someone with him. Meeting with and discussing product with suppliers was his job, not something he needed a third party opinion on. Brushing the stray ends of his newly dyed amber locks out of his face, he started the car, silently listening to Yeosang describe the layout of the location they would be using as a meeting place.

That would explain the scene from the morning then.

"Unless you absolutely must open your mouth to speak, I don't want to hear anything from you, you hear? This is my department, and I couldn't give a fuck whether you paint with drugs or not - I'm leading the negotiation, understood?"