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nikonautic · 3 months ago
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alice of human sacrifice but it's blue lock ⁉️
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whxtedreams · 30 days ago
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Gray and All
A jackson joel x reader drabble
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Summary: He’s so fucking beautiful. Gray and all.
Word Count: 0.8k
tags: just fluff. mention of Joel's anxiety.
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entry one.
Gray and All
I find myself transfixed, captivated by a single, perfectly shaped curl at the back of Joel's head. His back to me. It is a small detail, unseen - uncared for by most. A soft smile spreads across my face, a silent appreciation for the natural beauty of those curls beginning to form as they find safety in Jackson. The way the curl has twisted and coiled is simply beautiful. How the gray strands shine.
As I continue to gaze at the graying curl, my thoughts wander further. I imagine the salty ocean breeze gently gliding through it, tousling it in a carefree manner. It is an idle thought, but it leads to more questions. Would he enjoy the ocean, with its vast expanse and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing on the shore? And perhaps the most important question of all, would he find joy in sharing that moment with me by the ocean? With my hair in the same mess as we complain about being covered in sand. Together.
I think he would. I hope he will. Because I want nothing more than to spend every waking moment with him, until his entire curly mess of a head is gray.
And then, in a movement that stops my heart in its tracks, he turns towards me. As the lone curl falls onto his forehead, his eyes meet mine, and the smile that spreads across his face sets off a flurry of emotions within me.
Tommy is talking to him, but Joel’s not listening. Not really. I hadn’t told him I would join him tonight, yet he turned the second I walked through the back gate as if he could sense me. His heart forever reaching for mine.
The air is charged with a new energy as my heart comes to life once more, hammering in my chest with renewed vigor at the sight of his smile. Time seems to stand still as our gazes lock, his eyes shining in the summer sun.
He’s so fucking beautiful. Gray and all.
My smile reaches my eyes, and my heart aches with the depth of my affection for him. It might kill me. I don’t think I would mind if it did. My eyes hold his gaze, silently begging him to see not just my smile, but the love that overflows from my very being and threatens to consume me. In that moment, it is as if the world has vanished, leaving only the two of us in his brother’s backyard and the profound emotions that bind us.
Tommy nudges his brother, rolling his eyes as he scolds him for not listening. Joel takes his eyes off me as he apologizes. His curls sway as he talks. 
I move towards the empty chair beside him and his hand instinctively reaches out to guide me as I take my seat. The touch of his hand is tender and reassuring. The mere presence of his hand, an unspoken invitation that feels as natural as the rhythm of my own heartbeat.
"Hey, you," Joel whispers, his voice laden with an intimacy that sends shivers down my spine. His hand, still resting on my skin, twitches slightly, betraying a subtle anxiety coursing through him. In that moment, his entire attention is fixated solely on me, the rest of the world fading into the background.
"Hey, you," I reply, my voice a soft whisper. My hand moves with tenderness, delicately twirling the lone curl on his forehead before tracing a gentle path down his face to come to rest at the base of his neck.
“Thank you for coming.” Joel says. A small smile flashes before it disappears again.
“If you ask me to be, I’ll be here.” I say, and I mean it.
As Joel turns to face his brother, a genuine smile graces his lips, and I watch the man I love in a moment of familial camaraderie. I soak in his presence, noticing the subtle changes time has brought to his appearance, the gray strands beginning to mix with the darker curls. But through all of it, his essence remains unchanged, the beauty that first captivated me now deepened and enriched by the passage of time.
And in the safe haven of his heart, I find myself making a home, a cozy space that is all my own. The love I share is not just an infatuation or a fleeting whim, but a deep, enduring connection that I cherish with every fiber of my being. The knowledge that he allows me in, that he trusts me enough to hold a special place within the core of his being, fills me with an unmatched sense of peace and belonging.
Now, until we’re both gray and in the grave, I’ll be here. Beside him.
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an. this is my first entry of drabbles i'm writing. just thoughts, scenes and feelings towards Joel. Just small scenes I have that dont fit into anything im writing. just my love for him and all he is. just what I, the author sees in joel. An outlet for how i feel.
Every comment, like and reblog means the world to me. please let me know your thoughts about this, i want to ramble about this story so much.
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larmegliamori · 16 days ago
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Have you ever fixated on a throwaway line from one of your favorite characters that you end up developing family members for them?
That's me with young Hari Seldon and his brothers.
In Prelude to Foundation, when Chetter Hummin talks to him about how the possible fall of the Empire is going to impact the future generations, he mentions not having a partner nor children, and makes the same observation to Hari: he has no offspring to care about. To which Hari answers:
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[Prelude to Foundation, Chapter 2, section 13]
Over the course of the novel, the focus shift towards the romantic side of his answer, therefore the "family" aspect gets abandoned. Only to be reprised and end up quite bleakly in the follow-up novel, Forward the Foundation. And although the main themes and focus of the two prequels are others, Hari is characterized as someone who loves his family dearly, and it struck me as odd that there was no other mention of his birth one.
So I decided to play around with the two brothers a bit.
First things first, Hari has always given middle child vibes to me. It may be because I'm a middle child myself, but there's something about his stubborness (or even recklessness, one might say), but also the way he tries to deescalate tense situations by means of diplomacy that makes me see him that way.
Also, the reason why Hari isn't very close to his brothers his probably a difference in character and a big age gap, which are (again) something I have experienced myself. Our mom has commented various times on how bringing up three children with a considerable age gap (5 years and a half between me and my older sister, six years and a half between me and my youngest sibling) felt like bringing up "three only children" at times.
Given the basis, here's what I concocted for the Seldon brothers!
Tomm (shortened version of Tomaz/Tommaz) is the oldest one. There's a five year gap between him and Hari and, being he firstborn, he was often asked to help around with his siblings. He's the most athletic of the trio, and introduced Hari to Twisting, which overtime became a bonding activity for them. As the eldest, he's assertive and confident, not to mention the "practical" one of the family: basically, the one who gets shit done. He left the home early on when he got married, and he has a job at a hydroponic tobacco farm (just like their dad) that makes him live comfortably. He can be quite judgy and narrow-minded, but in the end he just wants the best for his two little brothers. He's quite muscular (and the best-looking one of the trio).
Riq (short of Riqart), the youngest brother, is a sensitive soul. While Tomm is the jock and Hari's the nerd, he's basically the artist of the family, and Mom and Dad have given him full permission to explore his talent(s). Which are they? I gotta get back on that. He mostly keeps him to himself, doesn't speak much and has only a handful of close friends; but feels deeply and he's one who is most in touch with his emotion. Being only 21/22 (so, ten years younger than Hari), life is still kind of hard to navigate, but he's an optimist at heart. He also has an interest in fashion and, unlike his brothers, wears his hair long (and subjects them to weird experiments in the family bathroom... yes, he still lives at home). Riq's eyes are naturally larger than the rest of his family's ones and it made him look kind of comical, but he can be quite cute when he smiles. He's the most attached to Wif, the Seldons' dog...
(Yes, there's a family dog in the mix too. But that's a story for another time).
They got a passing mention in my fanfics "Into the Night" and "Love, (ir)rationally", but I hope to flesh them out more in othere pieces.
If you made it this far, congratulations! I hope you enjoyed this mini OCs presentation (lol), and have a sip of homemade orange juice :)
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destiny-in-the-universe · 2 months ago
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two down, another to go.
This is going to a mix of about 4-5 different prompts and it’s going to be very much a doozy, esp. because of the fandom choice. It’s extremely late, and I’m not expecting anyone to see this until sometime tomorrow, but the fandom oddly enough is Cars. As in the Pixar movie!
It’ll be an extremely niche reader group but oh fucking well. This is what I’m fixated on writing apparently. For some explanation, it follows the most alt canon to ever be written but it is implied to take place following the events of Cars 2! Lightning is still a racer and at the top of his game, though things take an unexpected, sudden turn in this - since I just like to be mean when it comes to my favorites lmao which includes this boy. Also! Keep in mind everyone is human.
I will say he gets to go through it and is loosely inspired by a great series on Ao3 which I will link later if I can find. It’s definitely becoming its own multi-chaptered work though I’ll cover that later since I’ve no idea if people will be interested in that!
Read below the cut for more information about the Cars whump prompt!
Whumptober Event
Following an alternative canon, Lightning McQueen has returned for another year of racing in order to win the latest Piston Cup, but when things take an unexpected turn for the worse - will he be able to pick himself back up again?
The characters are, of course, humanized. Timeline wise, it’s supposed to take place after Cars 2, but presumably before Cars 3. There are a few key differences from the canon franchise however.
Cars AU Headcanons
I am not incredibly mean, so despite that my love for angst, suffering, and whump - Doc Hudson is not dead. Also because I’m a complete sucker for Doc’s dynamic with Lightning McQueen, and is a huge part for the incoming series/whump writing event.
Mater is very much Not Straight. He doesn’t have a label on himself, but after breaking things off with Holley Shiftwell - he has begun catching feelings for a certain someone. We’ll get to this later!
Mater is also Extremely Autistic and ADHD. You can’t convince me otherwise, holy shit
Lightning McQueen is so ADHD. This is canon now. I make the rules!
Sarge and Fillmore are in a committed relationship, and have been ever since the 1960’s. This is not center to the au I’m working on, but it’s also going to be referenced so,
Doc Hudson has mobility issues and uses a cane to help him walk. His crash won’t be a main focus, but yes, the cane is a mobility aid due to scarring from the incident in his youth!
Hurt Lightning McQueen means adoptive parent Doc Hudson. This is all you’re getting!
Finn and Holley might not appear in this installation, but they’ll probably get referenced in some way!
Lightning is an orphan. It’s unclear what happened to his parents, so all the people he has are from Radiator Springs.
While it’s not a major focus in this version, and is more in the past, I am very much a Harv basher. Have fun with this!
I’ll expand on this universe later, but the short version - Lightning deals with the aftermath of an incident during a race and the road to recovery is far from easy; at least he has his found family to help every step of the way. In other words, I traumatize Lightning for my own whump serving purposes. I’ll be in touch!
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noirandchocolate · 7 months ago
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I like imagining places in video games as bigger and fuller than what we can see within the games themselves. Not in every game, of course, or every location—some places feel right when they’re small and/or barely populated—but in some cases.
I do this a lot with Legend of Zelda games and since it’s my current big fixation, especially with the BotW/AoC era maps. Of course in BotW there’s been a cataclysm and of course it’s sparsely populated and settlements are few and far between.
Nevertheless, I like to envision (for example) Rito Village bigger, so that more than a couple families and a chief could live there (or could’ve lived there long ago). I imagine more little Rito settlements in the region, especially in AoC timeline. I picture Zora’s Domain having more rooms above water, and whole areas inaccessible without swimming underwater to them. I see more Gerudo and mixed villages in the desert (TotK confirmed there were once multiple settlements out there—why after the Imprisoning War could they not have been rebuilt/replaced). More little Goron towns in the ore-rich areas around Death Mountain (and why wouldn’t they also be living in cozy caves too). I picture Hylians and Sheikah farming rice and other produce on appropriate land beyond just the little garden beds in Hateno and Kakariko. Sheikah researchers setting up living quarters around the Royal Lab now that they’ve been allowed to reconnect with their ancient tech. I like to make up more little coastal towns like Lurelin in Faron. Of course I’ve gotta say it because they’re my biggest focus, I enjoy imagining the Yiga Clan having a much more sprawling complex under the mountains of the Highlands than even what we get to run around in for AoC, complete with more family-oriented living quarters, dining and cooking and bathing areas, etcetera.
Especially, again, in AoC timeline, Hyrule seemed to be flourishing pretty well as a kingdom. Why shouldn’t there be more hamlets and farms dotting the landscape? There’s all those ruins around in BotW, why couldn’t there have been more than just garrisons and tiny two-and -three-house settlements around, before the kingdom came under attack by the Calamity and civilization was set back so catastrophically?
I dunno, I just think it’s fun, to think about the towns we see maybe being bigger—more habitable-seeming, in some cases, and more feasible as the main settlements for an entire race in others—and about there being more people and locations out there than what’s necessary to tell a story in a video game. The map is already big, but I like it bigger! And fuller and richer!
Something something worldbuilding!
(Hey if you see this post and feel like it: what’s a place you personally add to on the AoC/BotW/TotK map? A completely new location, an extension of an existing one, an imagining of a thriving version of a place that’s ruined by BotW times, anything!)
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antitails · 8 months ago
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Greetings.
Well, where do I begin?
For starters this is actually a sideblog; my main is actually also a kin blog but I decided to make a separate blog for this for a few reasons; the biggest being just to prevent clutter, because I wouldn't know how to properly set up tags for both at once (it is perhaps worth noting I am awful at tagging on Tumblr in general), and lastly because I was worried that some might conflate the two kintypes given their similarity (I admit this last thing is probably unfounded in actuality).
So anyway, this blog is actually not for a past life, but from what I'm understanding of it, a future life, specifically as Anti-Tails from the Sonic Archie Comics. The fact it's a future life is the main thing that caught me off guard; I already kinned a Tails from a mixed continuity yet it was of course as a past life and earlier this month I was having feelings that I would once again be him in my next life or so, but something was different...like how everything seemed to be was off in a way that wasn't just "differences from source".
Of course that's because it was all on Moebius, with how different we all are there. I actually, for reasons unbeknownst to me earlier, became hyper fixated on Moebius and myself to the point it was really just me having kin feelings, yet I somehow didn't link the two together until April 9th when a certain thing that occurs when I get canon memories and whatnot happened, making me realize the truth of the whole matter.
This experience is familiar yet new to me, since I'm basically getting canon memories and all that, but despite it kind of being how I'm used to it happening, it's technically the other way around what with it being a future life. The discovery was a little disruptive at first sure, but on the other hand it gives me some new stuff to look into which could be helpful, so it's not that much of a curveball.
I'll be posting what I've been able to make out of this so far here. I would prefer to be called Miles here by the way, when I'm like this I just simply wind up liking that more as it feels less immature then "Tails".
Thanks for reading.
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akaiitori · 2 years ago
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Winter Dance [OUTDATED]
Non-canon story. Kept up for archival purposes
It's new year's eve, which means it's Kae's birthday! I try to always make a little something for him, and while this isn't one of my strongest illustrations, I'm happy I finished it.
I also wrote a little story to accompany the piece! It's also not my most polished writing either lol, but it's cute enough to share! You can find it after the cut :)
-------- The Winter Feast was a week-long holiday that celebrated the past year, giving thanks for the previous seasons and preparing for the new coming months. It began during the winter solstice, and on the longest night of the year, people lit up the world in thousands of lanterns and candles.
This year’s celebration was taking place within the Dome’s park. The enclosed space allowed for intricate decorating without fearing the wear of the elements, especially with the harsh snow storms that plagued the mountains during that period. The artificial oak trees showcased lights on the tip of their leaves, and they were linked to each other with strings of paper lanterns. 
At the centre was a huge circular table, covered in all varieties of food. All the shop owners and  cooks of the area had contributed to it in some form, leading to an interesting roar of flavours. The main crowd danced and sang around it, forming a wall of laughter and celebration. 
Arrow had always enjoyed the explosive party that came with the beginning of the feast week. It was a steady flow of dancing, food, and alcohol, a combination he thoroughly enjoyed. However, tonight he was on edge. Not knowing why, it made him more tense. He kept to the sidelines, nursing his beer. It was barely his third cup tonight. By that hour, he should already be chugging on the hard liquor. 
His leg bounced up and down, making his plastic chair tremble. Watching people was entertaining on its own, anyway. He had spotted two couples that kept switching pairs, until finally deciding to link hands all four together. A couple of teens whispered to each other in a slow dance, words surely lost under the noise of the party.
All night long, he hadn't lost sight of the little Avian bouncing around. He danced on his own, flourishing his wings in unison to how the crowd flowed. Not only were his moves graceful, Arrow had yet to see him take a break.
"Well, aren't you pathetic." Sighed someone behind him, accompanied by a manicured hand on his shoulder.
"Hi Lu. Enjoying the party?" Arrow turned around, greeting his friend with his most plastic of smirks.
Lucy only raised her eyebrow, golden eye shadow glittering beautifully against her dark skin. She finally smiled, dragging another chair beside him and taking care with her skirt as she sat. 
"I've been fighting the catering people all night long. They brought the wrong sides for my bread, again. And they just informed me they ran out of berry pastries an HOUR ago!"
"Horrible. You tore them to pieces?"
"Of course! Me and Chrys both."
Lucy snickered, seeing the way Arrow grimaced. "Well, I'll give you that. At least the cat is good at verbal murder."
"Don't be a dick, carrots." She stretched to the nearby drinks table, which unlike the food, were frequent all around the park. She ignored the beer and opted for a mixed shot that she downed in a single motion. "Besides, I'm only getting this break thanks to them. Got to check on our favourite scratching post, hm?"
"Thanks." Snorted Arrow, slouching as he rested his elbows on his knees. “Consider your scratching post thoroughly checked on.” 
"Jasper wouldn't have liked you moping around by yourself, buddy."
"Mmh." His smile was gone, eyes fixating back on the crowd. There was loud laughter as someone accidentally spilled their cup over their friend. "Don’t call me buddy. Makes me feel like a dog."
"You drama queen. Loosen up. I heard people are enjoying the garlic toast, why don't you give it a try?"
Arrow spit with an honest laugh. He had taste-tested that damned toast for a week. "Sure, can’t wait."
"Don't look now, but puppy incoming at ten o' clock." Whispered Lucy, a hint of warning in her tone. She grabbed Arrow’s arm, her acrylic nails digging into skin. "Don’t be a dick."
"Hi guys!" The Avian had approached them, his smile as bright as the lights that reflected off his sunglasses. Lucy let go of Arrow’s arm, stretching forwards to greet her friend.
"Hey Kae! Enjoying the party?" she grinned, ruffling his hair.
"Yeah! The food is amazing. You did an amazing job with the baked goods!” He turned towards the centre table, a bit mournful at how empty it looked now. He reminisced ravaging through the mini sandwiches, the glazed chicken bites, and of course, the delectable berry pastries. ”Um, are you having fun too?"
"Lots." She dead-panned, garnering a chuckle from Kaelan.
"How about you, Arrow?"
"Oh." The question blindsided him enough to crumple the plastic cup. "It's been alright!"
"Hey, you aren't busy, are you?" Kaelan asked, tilting his head. Feathers prickled up in a wave, though his pointy wings remained close at his sides.
"Um...no?" Anxiety welled in his chest. He sensed an impending lecture. And frankly, he deserved it. A month back, they both had been stranded in the snow together. While Kaelan had been nothing but helpful, Arrow had not been...on his best behaviour. Really, he had been a prick. And while there had been reasons, some more irrational than others, he had to take responsibility. He owed him that.
"Do you wanna dance?"
"Dance?" The cup collapsed from his hands, spilling its content. Kaelan reflexively lifted his wings and tail off the floor, stepping away from the liquid. He was laughing, primary feathers twitching every time he took air.
Had he forgotten?
Arrow knew he should have apologised then —for his behaviour, and the beer drop. But the billboard of confusion eclipsed all. "...You are asking me?"
"Y-Yeah! I had heard you liked parties, and stuff, so. Yeah! Could be fun!" Kaelan turned in alarm towards Lucy. "Not saying that I wouldn't like dancing with you, of course!"
She only smiled, mouthing an 'I'm good'. 
"Oh, well. I'm not much of a dancer, sorry." Arrow shrugged.
"Don't lie!" Kaelan smirked, mirroring Arrow's usual expression. He stepped forwards, circling the pooling beer. "I saw you earlier with a gal. And last year you were all over the dance floor, too! You are totes a dancer."
In their proximity, Arrow noticed alcohol in Kaelan’s breath. Not beer. Whiskey.
"Still.” He thought Avians were immune to alcohol. Then again, he used to believe many things about the Avians that weren’t seeming to be true. “Not a dancer right now."
"How about this..." Kaelan's smile grew bigger, fangs glistening with the lanterns’ light. He pulled away his sunglasses, revealing his red eyes. Arrow found them so unique, maybe even beautiful if he ignored the translucent eyelid that flickered over them.
"Come dance, and we can call it even!"
"Even?"
"For saving your life, of course!"
So, he still remembered. It was naive to think he wouldn't. He searched for anger, or even just a shred of a grudge in his eyes, and he found nothing. Before he knew it, the Avian was dragging him up to a stand, his rusty wings arching softly behind.
"Kaelan, list-"
"Oh, c'mon! You owe me!"
He was leading him into the crowd, away from his brood corner.
"But-"
"Just one dance, okay?"
Arrow turned to see Lucy, who only raised her hands apologetically before her figure disappeared behind the dancing people. He sighed, facing the Kaelan again.
"Look, I've seen you dance and I can't possibly keep up." He had to yell to be heard over the music and singing of the crowd.
"Psh, I can slow down!" The sunglasses were back on, and Kaelan confidently took Arrow's hands on his own. Kaelan was easily a head shorter than he was, and he found it silly how he lifted his arms to match up his height.
"Just don't step on me. Or do, and then you'll have to carry me home." Kaelan warned, the last sentence in a sing-song tone.
This was ridiculous, so absurd that Arrow couldn’t help but smile.
"I'll try."
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bangtide · 1 year ago
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any blogs you recommend for a yoonminnie? my tl is deprived and soulless 😭
firstly, it's your dashboard or dash, not tl! i've rbed some posts about using tumblr & will hunt down more, please check them out. i'll discuss army tumblr culture below the read more link.
a tour through my following list yields that nearly all the bangtan blogs i follow are inactive, lmfao. but for basic bangtan content, these were the go-to:
bts-trans (still active, just slow) bangtan (ia) audiorkive (active, but only for new releases) btstwtarchive (active) allforbts (ia, but posted all updates)
as for people and content, here's what i'd have to say about army tumblr culture vs twitter (esp my community there):
the big blogs are mostly gif makers (knjspjm & sugajimin are the two i follow who come to mind). gifs are rlly popular & reposting a gif is offensive.
the same for any sort of content. always give credit to original creators, translators, ect. it's also general practice to link to the source if sharing bangtan content, such as clips.
fic writers, rpf artists, ect are rarer than they used to be due to the porn ban in 2018 when a lot of users left.
but even when you do find them, rpf-heavy text posts (aus, fics, rpf-y fawning) have become unusual outside particular niches. nsfw even more so. most authors just post fics to ao3, and artists focus on art, so on so forth. this is the biggest difference from twitter.
that said, it shouldn't stop you. i'm of the opinion rpf-ing needs to be more visible to those who want to see it.
rpf on tumblr is separated from the real life boys. not perfectly, but more so than on twitter. you should consider tagging rpf-heavy posts & fics as rpf or an equivalent if you post abt it. (my tag for it is "fic-ish")
tumblr blogs are often just people vibing & engaging in what they feel like. even if they're dedicated to one fandom, other posts will show up (jokes, politics, discussion, art, other fandoms, ect), and usually people mix fandoms on one blog.
a lot of bangtan blogs on tumblr are multi group or cover k-pop as a whole.
most of them are sideblogs, meaning op has a main blog that they interact through (like me). this doesn't mean they're more active there.
fanwars between different group fandoms are regarded as incredibly stupid & if you engage in them you'll look very stupid. they don't really happen here anymore.
in general, if you start beef with another blog instead of just blocking and moving on you'll look stupid. fanwars of all kinds are not well-tolerated on tumblr.
solos are more common on tumblr & they're not evil. starting beef with them is also considered dumb. block & move on if you're bothered.
that doesn't mean you can't criticize what you see, but vociferously decrying specific people or subcommunities with no nuance is a bad look.
criticism or expressing negative/neutral opinions of bangtan, hybe/bh, their music, content, and even individual members is normal. some people use it as an excuse to pump their hateboner or go on tirades, but again, if it bothers you block & move on.
that said, reblogging with your addition if you have something insightful to respond with is normal. so is ranting about what you saw without naming anyone.
tumblr is in general a very anti-drama climate compared to twitter. people here truly do their own thing. there are exceptions, of course, but overall you live and let live.
tumblr is also EXTREMELY anti-clout compared to twitter. it's totally fine to talk about how much you like a blog, make a post looking for people to follow or mutuals, ect. making your own post promoting your stuff is even fine as long as it's earnestly about sharing your work. but most people hide their follower counts & don't fixate on visibility. going viral is considered a curse.
lastly, publicizing personal information as a prerequisite for interacting with someone is weird here. you don't need to have your age visible to everyone to follow nsfw blogs without being blocked, for example. minors may be sbed or blocked if op wants to, but not having a public age is normal. anonymity is valued.
@yoonminist is the og yoonmin blog here (another is sugainmycoffee). be warned if you follow me from twt, she's a vers fan. that sort of content rarely shows up on her page, though. using that to segue into another subject i wanted to cover briefly,
top vs bottom culture & discourse on tumblr is not as much of a thing as it is on twitter. this is in large part due to the lack of nsfw + tumblr's overall anti-drama culture, but a lot of rps blogs here genuinely don't care either way. that lends its own issues--namely, the same old underlying sentiments that caring about top/bottom content in a meaningful way is silly, bad, ect & ignorance of how viciously certain communities have been bullied over it + favoring certain flawed but popular narratives. it's similar to twitter but less skewed in favor of one over the other, and vers fans usually do sincerely like it all (as opposed to labeling themselves vers but only engaging with one trope consistently).
crash course concluded.
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daily-rayless · 2 years ago
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I got this meme from @runicmagitek so thank you for that!
3 Ships:
Let‘s go with three that have been on my mind lately, and let’s go from most to least functional. BoxerRed from Transistor. They’re a ship I go to for people who are deeply supportive of each other. I see them as having very different personalities (Red being distant and intense, Boxer being warmer and more flexible, but ultimately more confrontational) so they spark off of each other well. But they truly want what’s best for each other, and they’re mature enough to be honest together. When things go wrong, it’s because of outside factors, less about their personalities. And then of course there’s AschNatalia, a couple who possibly could have it all, but who are too overwhelmed by outside stressors and their own immaturity to really come together. You can take them in either direction, fluff or angst, showing them growing up and finally just loving each other or exploring all the deep fracture lines in their relationship -- and whichever side you land on, there’s still a bit of the other mixed in. And then finally, the nuclear option when it comes to my ships, CliveElza. No matter what, Clive and Elza carved a life together out despite the brutality and anguish of their upbringing. And because of that love, circumstances turn against them. Elza’s solution is deception, and Clive’s is vengeance and murder. This is the ship for when I’m interesting in digging into the characters more than finding any happy ending.
First Ship:
I think the first ship I really got into and fixated on was CecilRosa from Final Fantasy 4. That may have been because it was the first JRPG I ever played, so I just fixated on it, period. But I think I would have been drawn to the ship anyway, Cecil trying to move through his dark past, Rosa believing in him but also challenging him when necessary.
Last Song:
I think it was a live version of “The Last Unicorn” by America?
Last Movie:
Belle, the anime. I’ve watched it twice now, the second time to try to figure out what exactly it’s doing. I enjoyed it a lot, though I think it’s kind of scattered and overambitious, and that weakens it some.
Currently Consuming:
Had some French vanilla chai and trail mix a bit earlier. It’s my typical midday snack.
Currently Watching:
Continuing my trend of watching old sitcoms, I’m working through One Day at a Time. I hadn’t heard much of anything about this one, and I was a little apprehensive at the first few episodes, which was largely the main character shouting at her daughters in a small apartment. But it’s about women making their way in the 70s, and that’s an interesting time period to me, and it gets looser and more comedic over time, so I’m enjoying it.
Currently Reading:
For fun I’m reading Jala’s Mask by Mike and Rachel Grinti. It’s a fantasy set in an island kingdom (I think loosely based on coastal Africa maybe?) in which the heroine Jala quickly negotiates her marriage to a young king, then almost as quickly starts getting in trouble with his political allies, and then dark sorcery shows up. I’m not far into it yet, but it seems promising. For research, I’m reading Pandora’s Daughters by Eva Cantarella, which is trying, against all odds, to piece together the lives of ancient Greek and Roman women despite so little historical evidence. Again, not that far into it, but I’m enjoying it.
Currently Craving:
So there’s this store that’s nearish to where I live, but not near enough that I’d just casually swing by, and it sells the best cookies. They’re nothing fancy, just chocolate chip with peanuts, but they are so good. I’ve been flirting with the idea of making some of my own and hoping I can capture the magic.
If this interests you, consider yourself tagged!
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invertedphantasmagoria · 2 years ago
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I posted 1,149 times in 2022
That's 383 more posts than 2021!
152 posts created (13%)
997 posts reblogged (87%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@headspace-hotel
@nientedal
@daydreamslug
@madamescarlette
@akkawi
I tagged 1,147 of my posts in 2022
#liz post - 97 posts
#twst - 64 posts
#misc - 57 posts
#enstars - 54 posts
#kny - 53 posts
#tokrev - 49 posts
#bleach - 49 posts
#dialovers - 44 posts
#important - 44 posts
#art - 37 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#the bedroom one isn't true though— i was 12 when i chose the decor for mine and it was just a relatively monochrome gray/dull brown combo
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I'm fixating on (and translating for) a new-ish manga/mixed-media series, so of course, I'm now going to attempt to drag all of you into it too! Because it seems like veeeery few people are invested yet. I'm working on translating the short stories rn, so join me. OwO
Here's the official site with links to the songs, the raw manga, and the short stories.
And here's a translated version of the manga.
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My dad sent me this picture of Henry today, and lkskjgs he was so cuuuute ;w; Precious kitty,,,
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Okay, so here's a list of the stuff I'm writing rn, as both a means of sharing and hopefully helping keep me accountable. XD Now that Febuwhump's done, I'm definitely moving faster on 'em!
Arashi Chapter 4 (6,339/9,000)
Reiji Sub Au Epilogue (267/2,000)
Shuu Pet Au Oneshot (871/7,000)
Sakamaki Pet Au Oneshot (0/5,000)
Akaza Pet Au Part 3 (843/3,000)
Kyoujurou Pet Au Part 3 (0/5,000)
Kyoujurou Pet Au SMUT (0/4,000)
These are literally all commissions, so that's encouraging... owo
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I'm a little late posting this, but here's my final total for 2021! I cleared my million-word goal, and I'm so happy about that... now to do it again~ >:Dc A million words in a year is about 2,800 a day, and while that target felt huge a year ago, it's a lot easier than I thought it'd be. Thank you to everyone who supported me and my writing last year, and here's hoping we can succeed again in 2022!
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This is literally all of LHC canon as far as I know, minus the stage play making book (which I own but it isn't with me rn) and the anime DVD. Seven years of obsession and I have pretty much the whole thing...
In order:
Wayama Yama collab, Flowers artbook, Drawing 188 artbook, movie making book, manga making book
Bokura no Hikari Club volume one and two, main manga in Japanese, main manga in English, two volumes of manga F Erotics with extra LHC content
Stage play DVD, live-action movie Blu-Ray, musical DVD
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mccormicks69thfan · 3 months ago
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AU Posting: Poke-Hybrids
I literally made this AU to smash my two hyper-fixations together.
If there's any Pokemon you would like to suggest in slots where I am unsure of, lmk!! Especially for characters I have no ideas for (You'll be able to tell if I have nothing for them, they have ???).
Stan - Drizzile (…I couldn't resist, man.)
Kyle - Grovyle (…I mean. Who else was I gonna pick?? This one is the ONLY one that fits Kyle in my eyes! Both Stan and Cartman are jealous that he'll be able to one day Mega Evolve, which Kyle tries to ignore.)
Cartman - Pignite (Of course he's one of the fire fighting types. I only chose the Tepig line because of obvious reasons. And because I wanted 3/4 of the main boys to be from Starter lines!)
Kenny - Mismagius (Only got fully evolved b/c he ate a dusk stone at some point. Refuses to answer where he found that dusk stone though, and why he would fucking eat it.)
Butters - Togetic (Not fully evolved yet, but wants to be! He was inspired by Kenny's story, and is often found digging in South Park, just desperately looking for a Dawn Stone.)
Craig - Elgyem (…Is making Craig an alien common in some AUs…?)
Clyde - ???
Tolkien/Token - Zweilos (How these hybrids work in this AU is that there's only a rare chance for a second head to grow. He was lucky to not have that happen. Loves Nicole and supports her decision not to be like other Salazzle's.)
Tweek - Sinistea (Is more of a Ghost Ground type, being a coffee based version from this region. Get it? Because coffee grounds? …I'll see myself out.)
Jimmy - ???
Timmy - Duosion (In this AU, some hybrids evolve earlier than others. And some have subtle appearance changes. Literally only his hair changed texture, and he gained psychic powers. He's going about strengthening his mind more so he can evolve again and achieve better mobility. He always speaks with his mind, and at this point… to his friend Jimmy it just seems like he's finding an easy way out.)
Wendy - Kirlia (I mean… I had to.)
Bebe - Steenee (Wants to evolve so she can kick ass.)
Heidi - Liligant (I couldn't resist. :3)
Red - Froslass (Got lucky with Stone Searching. Found extra Dawn Stones but refuses to share with anyone. Not even Butters.)
Nicole - Salazzle (Hates her species. Gets into fights constantly with other Salazzle hybrids because she isn't getting a harem. She refuses to. In love with Tolkien. <3)
Scott M. - Combee (As he is male, he will never evolve. But he's fine with it! Who needs to evolve when just being a hybrid as is makes you 'cool'?)
Dougie - Rotom (I had to. Don't ask me why. If you have a better Pokemon to mix Dougie with, lmk.)
Mike - Gliscor (A fake bat hybird. That is NOT a bat!! Well, kind of. He only says he's a bat until people end up pointing out the other thing his kind are based on. Which are scorpionflies.)
Pete - Houndour (Not fully evolved yet, and doesn't look forward to it. He doesn't want to look super intimidating…)
Michael - Absol (Stays away from everyone that isn't his friends, because everyone else sees him as a bad omen. I wonder why…)
Henrietta - Gothorita (At least she isn't an overly girly Pokemon like some of the other girls.)
Firkle - Rookidee (Because steel bird. That's all. …He isn't one yet, but he wants to be.)
Extras: Non-canon to the AU at the current moment, including OC's (uh… OC's will never be canon obviously). You are free to draw them though, I welcome it.
Philip - Greavard (..I was gonna make him Lillipup, but then I remembered he was dead. So I made him Greavard, as he died before he could grow in his hybrid features. Still jolly and cheerful, and literally unaware he drains energy from the living.)
Damien - Morgrem (Need I say more?)
Gregory - Doublade (Sassy hero? Yes please. May not actually be Gregory talking, but the spirit in the swords he has.)
Christophe - Excadrill (Get it because he's called the mole?? No but seriously, this Pokemon just SCREAMED Christophe.)
Pocket - Lopunny (I didn't want to make him a Diggersby or a Raboot. I also find it personally funny, and no I won't say why.)
Estella - Primarina (Her mom overfed her Rare Candies to make her as beautiful as possible early on. This has made her jaded and hate her mom in secret.)
Gary - Wooloo (Unless anyone else has any better ideas.)
Scott T. - Zoruark (If anyone has any better ideas, lmk. I personally don't like to think about Tennorman that much…)
Leslie - Iron Moth (Not of this time period. Nobody knows where she came from, if she ever even came from here to begin with.)
Terrance - Slither Wing (Not of this time period either. Was brought back to life using the DNA found in the amber from ancient times. Thought originally to be from Aerodactyl, it instead turned out to be a past version of Volcarona.)
Angela - Indeedee (The female Indeedee, not the male one.)
Ebony - Cufant (I couldn't resist. :D)
Hannah - Crobat (Actually a bat Pokemon! I was saving Crobat for her. But like I said up there, the OC's aren't canon.)
Kasumi/Camilla - Alcremie (Because I didn't want overlapping species.)
Niya - Skiddo (I mean, her last name writes itself.)
Ruby - Liepard (Don't trust her cute looks. That's how she steals stuff from people.)
Skyla - Rowlett (Because owl. I do know owls will be important to Skyla's super hero persona, that's for sure.)
Cassandra - Murkrow (Wanted to keep Skyla and Cassandra related somehow.)
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currentfandomkick · 2 years ago
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Look me in the eye and tell me danny’s ice core—which going by the Far Frozen (main sample for other cold cored ghosts) is not going to have a fixation on knowledge at the weirdest times. Usually its S P A C E or engineering or Infinite Realms things. But ‘i went through a whole ass ghost pregnancy, popped out two kids, AND was flung into another dimension’ Danny? He craves New Knowledge of his surroundings and the new people who kidnapped him.
Tim and Damian’s own files were main loss due to them being the biggest offenders. Damian knocked him out, Tim wanted his and /his/ babies DNA? Fuck that.
Steph would have been a target but Danny got info on the teen pregnancy thing early in his binge so she’s safe… mostly. He ate her patrol playlists.
Jason had no current files under his name, so. Danny just flung random old jason cases about and ate the list of suspected and recent crimes for Crunchy Flavor. No, Danny won’t elaborate.
Danny is probably still in a data munch mode when he goes back with Dan, so they’re probably finding random pdf textbooks to feed Danny while he’s hangry.
Dan is bouncing his niblings on his knee while Clocky throws cookies at Danny to get /some/ ectoplasm in him already!
Jazz shows up and just. Feeds the babies ecto water in a bottle mixed with formula and mentions she did this for Danny offhandedly.
Sam is laughing at Tucker, who is hiding his PDA from an info hangry Danny.
Tucker mourns the loss, only for Clockwork to hand him a replica. Tucker then sits by his bestie dealing with all sorts of body dysmorphia, ‘who makes someone give birth jfc’ violation feelings, post pregnancy hormones, post kidnapping and Core Almost Cracked things.
Sam joins him in teasing Danny into a better mental state with video game jokes. Probably ends up with the three in a cuddle huddle as Jazz hands the baby halfas back to Dan and Clockwork before grabbing a FentonPhone, stealing a soundproofed room and tearing into her mom about using the W-word and how her trans son’s dysmorphia hit real hard after being forced to go through and carry out a pregnancy after a Desiree-napping and “you better have her captured and she better not be sustaining my neice and nephew or so help me, I’ll find the reality gauntlet myself to keep them safe! Am i clear!”
Maddie doesn’t even try to defend it as “i’m sorry—Danny was what!!!”
“Transdimesional Kidnapping turned another universe kidnapping, forced pregnancy by Desiree with Some Guy from said dimension, baby-napping, danny saving his babies /hours after giving birth/, danny and his kids kidnapped again, and now we’re with grandpa Clockwork while Danny processes and /you/ figure out how to capture Desiree if W-wording her into telling you if the w-word you made is only kept alive by her magic, then w-word her into the thermos. I expect a text from Red Huntress when you know—am I clear?”
“Of course! I—tell Danny I’m sorry and I’ll make it up to him. Somehow.”
“Work on labsafety and free reign destruction on designs of his choosing. For five years. Minimum.”
“I—okay fine just, how are they?”
“Newborns. Dan is taking care of them right now.”
“… isn’t that the ghost who tried to kill us?”
“Yep.” Jazz checked the door. “And he’s also Danny’s kids’ favorite uncle. Who should be playing with then and not eavesdropping.”
Dan Turned tangible with a sheepish smile. “Hey Mo—Maddie. I uh, got therapy and not from spectra or another depression eater this time.”
Jazz shook her head.
“And uh, Danny and i are co-princes of the Infinite for a while now—I think he wanted to ease you into this but well. Babies need an ecto-sitter.”
“Right.” Maddie breathed into the phone. “Right that, i didn’t think of that.”
Dan twitched, hands itching to grab the phone. But he didn’t. /his/ old fright is dead. He… still has right of retaliation against the Observants actually. So does Danny. Hm. Things to run by his therapist before doing: slaughtering the organization that ordered his timeline’s creation, death of his fright and current state as a paradox with his traumatized and new-mom aggressive baby brother. For bonding and stress relief.
Clocky wouldn’t stop them.
Jazz gave him a look.
“So um, if it helps, Clockwork is my parole officer and he can always throw me out of existence so.”
“That does not help, thank you.”
Jazz took pity on him. “He’s an alternate Danny from when we all died. In a planned assassination.”
“Oh.” Maddie was quiet for a moment. “Then why kill us again?”
Dan flushed. “I thought it would make sure that my timeline wouldn’t exist… it’d mean the Ancients would have to stop it before it happened one way or another… and devastating a timeline didn’t work so. I also may or may not have been dealing with anchor-death, a lot of grief over you guys and over dying, again, and uh yeah. I’m going to play with the twins. I think Danny’s going to go star names and i need to talk him out of Castor and Pollux.”
Jazz shook her head as he left.
——
Meanwhile Bats star at the wreckage Danny left them and turn to Tim. Tim who’s baby momma is That.
Stephanie just burst into near hysterical laughter. “You can’t have one person who doesn’t fight you before growing on you, huh?”
Tim opened and shut his mouth. Ran over his friendships. Ran over his allies. Ran over his disaster string of romantic relationships.
“Fuck.”
“Pretty sure you had to for the baby momma part,” Jason commented as he got up and began fixing hardware.
“Pretty sure we respect trans people in this house, so baby daddy?” Dick countered
“I doubt the pit demon care either way,” Damian hissed.
“So, how long do you think i should wait before harassing Constantine into contacting Danny?” Tim asked.
“You are not raising put demon children,” Damian said with a shake of his head. “They are deadly as adults, let alone as young.”
Tim shrugged. “Can’t be much worse than when my team was de-aged. I had to change so, so many diapers. And they still had all their powers. Everyone.”
“I, i’ll leave that to you,” Stephanie twisted about uncomfortably while organizing the IV bags in medical. “I’m gonna need some time to… process.”
Before Damian or Jason said something insensitive by accident, Cass shot them a look.
Neither spoke.
“Uh, what happened?” Duke asked as entered the Cave. “And who put the glowing stickynote on the clock?”
Tim snatched it. Three weeks was written in a too fancy cursive with a cuckoo clock staff doodled on the side.
“Drake’s baby daddy doesn’t do well with kidnapping.”
“And is a pit demon,” Damian reminded them again. “Who knows where we live. And our secrets.”
“And is a new parent that just popped the kids pit before his kiddos were ransomed to the wrong guy that happened to be the other parent by some miracle, only to be chased around the city after saving them and kidnapped with his kids,” Jason stated a bit too calmly. “Most of the working girls in my territory would kill for less.”
Duke shook his head. “Cool. I’m getting ready for patrol, grab my gear and go. Anything else i should know?”
“We harass Constantine en masse in less than a month. Apparently Danny’s the heir to some place called the Infinite Realms and John’s their thrall on a technicality. So he’s our direct line,” Tim answered, making mental notes on which magic users to bother about the Infinite Realms, their cultures and governments and any political tensions he needs to know to fortify against for his kids. He’s not half assing it like his parents or botching it like Bruce did for him. Tim is going to parent them so hard and so well.
He should read the updated parenting books. And ones on meta kids for nonmeta parents. And ask Jonn for parenting tips for green martians—the power sets he noted aren’t too far off and might have some overlap for coping.
Tim’s a dad. He hopes he gets a chance to be a good one.
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Bruce Wayne is used to ransom calls. They happen often enough despite his children's training, though it doesn't help that they sometimes purposely get themselves captured to later mock the kidnappers but he digressed.
This call was different. "We have Tim Drakes children" what did that even mean? Did they kidnap some random infants with black wisps of hair and blue eyes and just hope that Tim miiight have had a night of indiscretion in the last year or so to be concerned about?
Spoiler was the first on scene, actively teasing Red Robin about the whole fiasco. He swears they couldn't possibly be his and this had to be a scam of some kind. They had been assessing the situation from the rafters of the warehouse when another guy who looked like prime Batman Adoption Bait stormed the place and beat the crap out of the guys before zooming over to the infants.
The pair nodded at eachother and leaped down from the rafters and landed behind the man. He whirled around, holding the kids protectively to his chest, careful to support thier heads.
They asked him to confirm if he's the father which he did so readily. Red Robin got a wierd feeling though and asked to get a swab for testing, just to be sure.
The guy refused. That wasn't overly suspicious but the defensive way he acted was. Were these not his children? The bats chose to try a different tactic and asked him to wait for the police to arrive so they could confirm he was the twins father.
He ran.
Danny was having one of the worst days of his afterlife, and trust him, he's had some rough days. Being chased through Gotham at night by its local terrifying vigilantes while trying not to drop or harm the babies was hard, especially since he was trying to hide his powers. But really, what was he supposed to do?
He can't exactly just say "a ghost with genie powers overheard my mom wish for grandbabies from me and granted that wish but screwed us by making the other half of the babies DNA that of some random rich guy from another reality?" Cause thats going to go over soooo well.
Why do they care so much anyway? He doubts they're going to make the guy pay child support, not that Danny needs it. Then again its probably better to stay in this world where no one knows who he is and his children are safer...from his parents OSHA violations if nothing else.
Vlad couldn't enter this universe cause he couldn't get past the "source wall" whatever that was, but Danny and his babies had no problems so meh.
The bats had him cornered and hiding invisibly inside an abandoned arcade (why were so many places in this city abandoned???) the bats kept combing through the place looking for him. He knew they were about ready to give up looking for him when one of the babies sneezed.
The next thing he knew the littlest bat, Robin was right next to him, "Found you." Then he was knocked out.
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love-beyond-space-war · 3 years ago
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Requested a while ago. Never tried to write for him until now....
"I've Heard Stories"
John-117 (Master Chief) x Female! Reader
Synopsis: You are a Spartan-IV sent on a mission with John-117 himself. You've heard stories of the Spartan-II in many other missions, such as fighting fleets of covenant alone. You've even heard rumors of what Spartan-IIs went through compared to Spartan-IVs. You knew not to get on his bad side, but you also couldn't help but admire him.
Content Warning/Note: Maybe some spoilers for Master Chief's past? This does not take place in any specific game. Slight Angst (?) No real romantic connection, more or less just you trying to understand and respect John, although it's implied. I just let my mind ramble for this 😅 Spartan-II/Spartan-IV generation gap?
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To be a Spartan-IV wasn't easy. It was a role you had to learn and earn. Despite this, even you knew you had nothing on Spartan-II.
You were one of the newest sets of Spartan. Yet, Chief, was one of the first. Being near the veteran was both fascinating, yet unnerving.
If there was one thing you were sure about, it was that this mission was getting done.
From what you've heard any mission the Chief was on was accomplished skillfully.
Maybe that's why you found him endearing, almost....
You looked up to him in a way. Master Chief was humanity's beacon of hope. Someone you could only aspire to be. You respected him.
You also...sympathized with him.
Spartan-IIs were the first to be trained. Taken from their families to become a machine meant for murder and death against unknown threats.
Spartans were meant to be humanity's weapon.
While you, as a Spartan-IV, had chosen to serve as said weapon.
Chief hadn't.
He had been bred to win, he had been raised to fight.
You couldn't fathom what he's seen.
"Hostiles, on our right!" You warn, aiming down your weapon.
"Stay in cover!" Chief calls, you and the mix of Spartans and Marines obeyed and listened to his orders.
You wished you could offer some sort of support for the fellow Spartan. Yet you weren't sure if you would even get a chance.
Chief, was raised to kill and emote as little as possible. Trying to reach out and speak with him seemed as though it would get you nowhere unless you were Blue Team.
So, for now, you decided to show your respect in the form of combat. You vowed to yourself that you'd fight for him. If you could help just a little, you were content.
"This way." Chief gestures, urging you to follow with a group of Marines. You needed to clear the area so the main group needed to split up.
"Understood, sir!" You confirm on your display, following the green suited Spartan.
The current area is cleared enough for everyone to breathe, but it would only be a matter of time before there would be more.
"It's an honor to work with you, sir." You comment softly, keeping pace with the better experienced soldier. Chief glances towards you. "I've heard stories about your triumphs."
"Triumphs?" He answers, looking back ahead to see if any hostiles had come into sight.
"Of course. I'm pretty sure only you could take on Covenant in hoards alone. It's courageous, really."
"I'm just doing what I've been born to do." Chief answers. You frown inside your helmet.
Born to do....
"I'm sorry...." Chief looks at you again briefly. "I've...only heard what Spartan-IIs have gone through. I can't even imagine such..." You trail off, clearing your throat.
Chief doesn't answer you for a moment. You feel as though you said the wrong thing. Nervously you fixate to what's in front of you in search of enemies.
Maybe a firefight can cut the tension....
"...That's not important." Chief doesn't seem upset or angry, just...distant.
You take a deep breath.
"I know...but...how can one person suffer so much alone?" You feel as though you're pushing your place.
"It's not of your concern." Chief continues. "Humanity is more important."
You decide to drop the conversation.
"Alright... I stepped out of line, sir. Just...know I won't just fight for humanity."
You check your rifle.
"I'll fight for you, too."
Chief's visor didn't leave your direction.
"...Why?"
You look briefly to the other Spartan.
"...I respect you."
With that, you continue your mission.
It was best that you didn't push yourself to understand Chief too hard.
There are some things you'll just never understand about Spartan-IIs
There are some things you'll just never understand about him
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queenshelby · 3 years ago
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The Donor
31 Days of Kink: Day 25
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Smut, Breeding Kink, Fertility Issues Mentioned, Polygamy, Pregnancy
Words: 2,165
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You and your husband Sam have been trying for a baby for about a year now without success. Going down the route of IVF wasn’t an option for you as you wished to conceive naturally. Following a few tests, it turned out that Sam was the one at fault and you were looking at options for donor sperm.
‘You know, I might be able to help. I already have a couple of healthy kids’ Sam’s brother Cillian suggested one night over a bottle of wine and you seriously considered Cillian’s offer.
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A few months went by and you had been trying to conceive with Cillian’s sperm the conservative way with a little cup, a porn magazine and a syringe.
But your efforts were futile and you had to come up with a different idea.
‘I have been reading that the chances of conception are higher if you were to actually do the deed’ Sam then said one night after a glass of red wine.
‘You want me to sleep with your brother?’ you then asked somewhat surprised about his suggestion and he simply shrug his shoulders.
‘Just to fall pregnant, Y/N. If it means we can have a baby, then yes’ he sighed and you reluctantly agreed.
It is not that you had never fantasised about Cillian but, of course, you would never have acted on it.
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It was a Sunday night and your most fertile day of the month. The doorbell rang at exactly 8 o’clock and, as usual, Cillian was punctual and on time.
‘So, we are really doing this?’ you asked somewhat nervously as he walked inside the house together with your husband Sam.
‘I guess so…if this is what you both want’ Cillian chuckled, feeling slightly weird about sleeping with his brother’s wife.
‘Yes, we do’ Sam said after you nodded at him nervously and you were quick to disappear into the bathroom to get yourself ready.
‘I suppose, I will be down here watching the footy while you do what you need to do’ Sam said as you finally emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but black panties and a black tanktop.  
‘Alright man’ Cillian said and you couldn’t help but giggle.
But your giggle soon turned into a purr as you climbed on to the bed while you watched Cillian undress himself almost completely and somewhat reluctantly.
‘Come on then, let’s do this’ you said nervously as you gazed over Cillian’s body. His cock was already semi hard, straining against his briefs and ready for you.
‘My brother is one lucky man’ Cillian then said politely as climbed onto the bed and his eyes locked with yours. You scooched back, moving to lie against the headboard and he followed, leaving kisses on your thighs once he reached them, your soft flesh trembling slightly under that attention.
His fingers then hooked into your panties and another purr followed as your eyes were inviting and your trembling was growing restless.
He slid your panties down slowly, revealing your slick sex, the pink folds coated with plenty of your feminine dew. Your panties were discarded once past your ankles. Briefly ignoring that revealed sex, he let his fingers trail idly over your belly, up into your tank top. You squirmed, biting your lip as that trailing drew your tank top up, soon showing off your pert breasts, the swells crowned with stiff nipples. The tank top was also discarded, this time by you, tossed aside with no hesitation.
His cock twitched at the sight before him, your nubile figure laid out before him, your ripe curves available for ogling and more.
Your pussy drew his attention again.
He slid up in between your thighs, taking a firm hold of them, spreading them further. His eyes locked again with your, that shared gaze suffused with affection and lustfulness.
‘What are you doing?’ you then asked surprised as Cillian was leaning down to leave more kisses over your thighs.
‘Getting you ready’ he murmured in between kisses you were squirming evidencing your building neediness.
He laughed, shaking his head in bemusement, and then let his tongue swipe over your folds.
‘Oh good lord, what the hell Cillian’ you moaned in surprise, causing him to pause and look up at you.
‘I’ve done some research myself. The best chance of conception is achieved when a woman orgasms before and during insemination’ he advised and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his use of the word ‘insemination’.
But your chuckle soon turned into a loud moan when he descended back in between your legs.
Your moan made his cock twitch again. The flavour of your juices was a delight and his tongue was swiping a few more times through your slit, collecting a few more trickles of your juices. You arched your back, reaching down to twine fingers into his hair. More moans followed, his thirst immediately aroused, his tongue setting a steady pace in swiping and licking over those folds.
‘Oh god Cillian, fuck’ you moaned as his hands squeezed at your thighs, dimpling the flesh there.
You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying yourself like this with Cillian, but you couldn’t help it. His tongue was magic and your moans fell in droves, encouraging him to keep his tongue working, to lick and lap more over those folds. Your pleasure was obvious, little bucks and squirms at every movement his tongue made, those incessant moans, the sultry desire plastered across your face. You stroked over his hair, staring down at him, your head occasionally tilting back into the pillows.
‘Fuck yes, Cillian, lick it just like that...’ you groaned loudly and Cillian slid his tongue up to your clit. Your back arched sharply, and the praise became a cry.
After that little bit of attention, he returned to swiping his tongue over that slick slit, gathering up plenty of juices, savouring that subtle musk. One hand went from your thigh up to your breasts, adding more sensations to the mix.
‘Fuck yes’ you moaned again, knowing that all of this was wrong.
Cillian’s cock was hard and aching inside his shorts. Despite the instinct to free it and then sheathe it inside you, he carried on with his eager tonguing, enamored with your flavour and your reactions.
‘Ooh, I'm close, please don't stop, please!’ you moaned again and the thought of stopping to tease you flitted through his mind in order to draw this out, but he quickly decided to keep going, wanting to see, hear, and feel you come undone.
His tongue kept up that same pace, and soon enough, that desire was granted.
A series of strong shudders wracked your figure, one hand tugging at the bedsheets while the other stroked over his hair. The shudders were followed by squeals, your voice ringing out in the bedroom. He carried on licking and lapping, slurping up the copious juices streaming from your sex. His eyes stayed pinned to your face, drinking in the expressions there, the way your eyes clenched shut to ride out the storm of euphoria, the slight flutter as you opened them, the little 'o' of your parted lips, the flush across your cheeks.
As the ecstasy dwindled, he snuck up to your clit, and sucked, swirling his tongue atop it as well.
Your back arched, and your mouth fell open, letting out a strangled cry. Coming right on the heels of its predecessor, this next orgasm was vicious, a certain strain appearing on your face. He drew back, letting you return to normalcy from those intense heights of pleasure.
That strangled cry became breathless purrs. His eyes roamed along your body, noticing twitches pop up here and there. He drew back further to get a better view.
A smirk spread across your lips at the sight of him drinking in your figure while removing his briefs. The hand you had kept locked on the bedsheets now crept over your thigh towards your sex, lazily stroking over those slick folds, framing that pink slit, teasing him to take you.
‘Ready for the main event?’ he then chuckled and you nodded with excitement knowing again that you shouldn’t have been fantasying about this night over the past few weeks.
When Cillian’s cock then finally neared your entrance, firmly in his grip, you moved your fingers away from your folds, taking up another fistful of the sheets. Your eyes flickered down to fixate on his stiff shaft nudging up against those soaked petals, smearing a few trickles of wetness.
His shaft slid past your slit, driving steadily into your channel, that warm sheath eagerly welcoming him.
‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned with delight, your joyous shriek having died down in the face of the wondrous sensation that was your husband’s brother slipping all the way inside your clutching pussy.
‘Jesus Y/N, you are so fucking tight’ Cillian groaned as his hips slid back and eased forward. You glanced back up at him, blushing at how his eyes devoured the spectacle of your bodies coming together, an enthusiastic lust written across his face.
‘You feel so good’ he then moaned as he looked at you lustfully and the steady pace continued with no urgency in his movements.
Then, out of the blue, Cillian leaned forward and kissed you and, whilst you knew it was wrong, you let him and another moan followed, muffled by his mouth.
You squirmed, your back arching slightly, your breasts smushed against his chest, your legs moving to rub over his calves, not quite wrapping around them, only indulging in an instinctive need for more of that close contact.
Your bodies and mouths moved together calmly and you were running one of your hands over the side of his body, feeling his skin against your palm. A shiver ran over him, a groan spilling into your kiss, that simple touch affecting him as much as it did you.
You felt your pleasure rising steadily, helped along by that delight and the thrill that came with knowing your husband was downstairs and had allowed this to happen.
Then, the kiss broke as Cillian eased his mouth off yours and brought it over your neck. You cooed at the feeling of that warmth making its way along that stretch of flesh. Your hands clung to him, mindlessly hoping to keep him close, that hope unnecessary.
His cock picked up a bit of speed, pumping inside you, throbbing and twitching. Another coo fell from you as you shuddered, your body reacting to that throbbing and twitching, your channel clutching, your back arching, your legs looping over his calves, your toes curling.
That coo was answered by another groan, and then Cillian’s mouth reached your breasts and found a nipple. The sensitive bud was immediately trapped between his lips. Your body reacted again, bucking slightly, but he stayed comfortably atop you, sucking at your breast, his hands roaming along your figure.
The combination of sensations drew an orgasm closer. His mouth did not let up, moving over your breasts, switching from nipple to nipple, kissing along the luscious flesh between them. His cock pumped with that same rhythm, metronomic thrusts broken up by the occasional more vigorous effort. You luxuriated in the swirling stimulation as the orgasm neared.
It struck seconds later. You bucked harder, squealing loudly, shamelessly expressing your bliss and ignoring the fact that your husband was downstairs.
Whatever restraint had been guiding Cillian’s slower pace by that point crumbled once he felt your pussy spasming around him.
His hips pumped harder, driving into your channel with a decisive vigor, stirring up the abundant juices flowing freely. That added vigor sent you into yet another orgasm.
A ragged moan brushed over your breasts, and then he stilled inside you.
‘Fuck’ Cillian groaned as heated spurts of his cum followed seconds later. Your channel clutched around the flood, eagerly accepting the slick warmth and drawing it into your womb. His cock pulsed with each spurt, adding to the amount inside you which is when that second orgasm you experienced became a third as your pleasure surged higher along with his.
After you milked the last drop of his seed from him, you both finally came down from your highs and Cillian eased himself from inside you, letting his softened cock slip out, and then moved off you.
‘So, you think we did it?’ Cillian then chuckled before propping a pillow under your bottom which, apparently, was yet another thing he had read about and researched.
‘Well, if we didn’t, then we gotta try again, right?’ you asked, causing Cillian to laugh before putting his clothes back on and joining his brother downstairs to watch the rest of the footy.
***
Two weeks later, you finally saw those magical two lines on your pregnancy test for the first time.
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rocksanddeadflowers · 9 months ago
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(I've been dong that to read it but my phone won't let me write reblogs on this post bc its too big lmao.... my computer still glitches out with it too but she works better for this when writing on it.) (Oh btw Lisa Frankenstein had my attention fully torn away from Mechs stuff and fixating on that movie instead because I'm insane about it but your au dragged me back in by the ankles /pos) (IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN.) (Still obsessed with that movie but my art project for that movie went on hold bc this au has all my creative brain juices lmao.)
YEAH ITS SO SWEET!!!! I think maybe he requested Tim and Bertie or anyone else to get the measurements without telling Brian he asked? So when Brian asks why they want to measure him they're like "well, you can't just stay in that same outfit all the time, right? We need to get you better clothes!" Of course they're not lying, so when Brian asked where the clothes came from later on they're all like "Oh, yeah, Jonny made those specifically for you just so you know. :)"
WAIT THAT'S SO FUNNY OH MY GOD??????? Okay so you must consider (way back like pre curse during Lyf's working at the castle) Lyf normally being very sneaky about the shoe thing- if they or anyone at the castle like a guest a lot they'll hide the shoes and stuff. No one understand why or who does it (except all the staff are well aware of this, they're just not narcs. Lyf does get teased for any Fae trickster things they do though, especially since a lot of staff find it less annoying or scary and more so cute). One time they hosted a horribly rude guest, so when they prepare to take their leave Lyf very neutrally hands them their shoes (<- Lyfrassir Edda, Autism Creature Second Class ) The rest of the staff are silently (<- they're so bad at being quiet the silent is a lie) LOSING THEIR MINDS. Lyf later admits they may have also charmed the shoes to be unremovable once put back on or something. Carmilla loses it laughing bc she hexed the guest with something too and neither realized the other was gonna do that. Fae solidarity of stupid people and the shenanigans of having ex criminals and stuff as your staff..... Also Lyf waiting for Marius to fall asleep and then steals his shoes and is immediately caught by Tim and Bertie who are gonna tease him relentlessly for this.
Everything about Toy and Marius!!! Yes!!!! And then all of that with Tim and Bertie and Lyf !!!!! UAGH!!!! (Also totally think that they often find Lyf sitting in trees or splashing around in creeks and just generally taking any excuse to be as close to nature as possible.)
And okay Fae stuff! There's a lot and idk what specifics to get into atm- But! The folklore I referenced in my previous reblog: The baby crying might be a Tiyanak? It's a vampire thingy from Philippine mythology/folklore that basically sounds and looks like a crying baby to lure victims and eat them. I swear there's other myths super similar to it that I thought was more European- but maybe I had it mixed with the Nordic Myling (which is an actual child ghost that also messes you up). The main similarity was probably that many people believe they're the spirits of children done wrong (Tiyanak being miscarried/aborted/unbaptized babies and Myling being unbaptized/buried incorrectly/born out of wedlock children etc.)
The Rusalka is Slavic folklore, often said to be a women with an untimely end of or by the water, her spirit often luring people (namely men) to watery graves. There's many variations of water sirens like that- like kelpies! (Kelpies are Scottish I believe, and often take the form of a horse, entice people to ride it, and bring them down below the surface to drown and eat them.) (ALSO there is a Nordic folklore creature almost exactly like the kelpie often related to nixie/nøkk) With Lyf being Nordic, its more likely for them to refer to a nixie/nøkk though (I believe nixie is more feminine and nøkk is more masculine but I may be wrong on that). Again, they're different from Rusalka, but the same idea of a water spirit trying to lure you in. Ironically, though the nixie/nøkk is primarily known because of Scandinavian myths, it has many Germanic roots, and the nøkk is often said to be a master of the violin! (Also believe you can offer it certain gifts in return to learn its instrumental secrets and become good yourself.) Just a silly connection between nøkk and Marius there to me.
Also, clearly there's mixed cultures referenced here. While I think Lyf's knowledge/experience would primarily be with Nordic folklore (btw like, folklore in general I can't limit myself to specifically Fae stuff I feel like all these spiritual creatures might intermingle somehow) I also love the fantasy type of idea where the creatures/deities/spirits etc of different cultures intermingle with each other! Idk just always sounded like fun.
AURORA TRYING TO BRING CARMILLA INSIDE AND TAKE CARE OF HER..... THE STAFF WANTIG TO WELCOME HER........ SOBBING........................
The "take a piss fuckboy" thing reminds me how much I LOVE the idea of Brian being so sweet and calm usually, but Carmilla didn't raise no bitch. Brian stands up for himself when needed!!! Marius being pushy and not taking a hint? Let him push himself out the front door! Jonny yelling at Brian for running away while he's trying to help clean Jonny's wounds? Yell back and put him in his place!! Carmilla didn't raise no bitch!! She just raised a boy with empathy!! Kindness isn't weakness just don't be a doormat!!!!
Beast feeling bad he's honestly so cute like....he has NO idea how to treat a woman he is bumbling and fumbling. When he gets pissy and yells at her I had to sit there staring at my screen like "???? sugar are you stupid????"
Also during the Beauty and the Beast song (Tale as Old as Time honestly idk what the title but that song) there's that part right after "just a little change" that has an emphasis on the violin to me? And I can see Marius playing it and leaning towards Lyf kinda flirtatiously as he does so (Lyf just rolling their eyes.)
Also also!!! I feel like while traveling Toy and Marius often did traveling bardic performances and stuff... like play music at certain places for food and board and supplies and whatnot. Idk obsessed with that idea is all.
Beauty and the Beast, but it's the Mechanisms.
Jonny must be the beast because feral Jonny and the whole heart thing... prove me wrong.
Tim or Brian is Belle.
Rest of the Mechs are the servants in the Beast's house. With an exception for Marius as Gaston cause I can totally fucking see it. He would suck at it though because it's Marius. And also, short Marius HC.
This is probably not new. But it's been brewing in my head for a good few months, ever since I put my Mechs OC in the iconic Belle dress.
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kkusuka · 4 years ago
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So, I have an idea 👁👄👁. Who knows if it’ll be a good one, but I had a dream last night, WHERE I WAS BEING SHARED BY KAGS AND TSUKKI. Let me know if you like this idea <3 Love ur poly headcanons and I think that’s where this dream came from <3333
funny because i think about this all day every day
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The Velvet Room <3
Tsukishima Kei x Reader x Kageyama Tobio 
Mafia AU
words: 2.1k 
Cw: choking, double Penn. In the same hole, it’s tsukishima so degradation
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The Velvet Room Nightclub was a place to avoid.
In fact, you avoid even speaking about the place, as do many. Other than it being almost completely unaffordable to the general public, but just mentioning the Karasuno Yakuza was enough to scare the remaining brave souls from the doors.
You didn't really know what made them so bad, no one delves deep into the issues publicly, and apparently privately, of fear they will somehow overhear the contents of the conversation.
Your friends had already beaten into your head to stay away from the luxurious club. And there were enough bars and smaller clubs lining the city; so it wasn’t a problem to the general public.
So how did your friend and you get in the check-in line at the very club you’ve been told to avoid like a plague?
Kiyoko’s bachelorette party. That’s how you landed a stop in the most expensive place in the city. She was one of the people who always played devil’s advocate for the club. (you had your suspicions about the man she’s marrying too, not you get you wrong they are lovely people, just an enigma to the club.)
She was adamant about having her party there, saying she wanted to show you that it wasn't scary, you guys were just falling into the drama.
“You know, it does look really nice in here!” another friend whispered as you walked through the door; the hostess looked up at your group, seemingly recognizing Kiyoko at first glance, as she didn't say a word before leading you through red curtains, past the dance floor and what looked like the main bar, up the stairs to a long hallway.
Walking down the hallway you noticed the individual rooms lining the walls, no doors, the entries were of the same red cloth. You were led to the very end of the hall, pushing the red back, revealing a room with booths along the wall, circling a white table.
To the side of the room, a bar loaded with different bottles and lime slices. You had almost completely eased up on the reputation of the club, the white and LED lights lining the room sent you into a calm, relaxed view of the infamous building.
“Alright let's stop lollygagging! Let’s party!” with that you began to drink and within minutes food had arrived to your room. No worries, there was no poison in either the food or the drinks; so now you had nothing even remotely bad to say about this place, it was great!
Before you knew it, it was almost two in the morning and according to some of the girls who ventured to the outside, the club was packed. Being that you had been there since 8, it was needless to say you were growing tired; your social battery was nothing compared to some of your friends.
“C’mon, Y/n! Let’s go to the dance floor! This room is getting boring!” one of your friends was trying to pull you from where you had nestled into the booth.
“Fine, fine, calm down! I'm coming, I'm coming!” you relented, allowing her to drag you pat the curtains and onto the dance floor where music was blasting from every angle.
As you dance, your eyes move across the bodies on the floor to the people leaning on the walls lining the outskirts of the mass of people. As you drag across the couple clearly getting a bit too heavy in public your eyes meet a sharp cerulean blue.
Expecting him to turn away, you kept your eyes locked with his, disregarding the people surrounding you. Seeing that he wouldn't break our staring contest, your eyes travel from his eyes to his draped hair, down his neck, taking note of his dark three-piece suit hiding his body.
Through your examination you lost your footing, falling back crashing into a hard chest.
For the second time that night, your eyes met gold surrounded by black rims. You watched his lips curl into a scowl as he set you back onto your heels, clearly running his eyes along the curves of your body.
He returned his eyes back on your before flipping his lips into a condescending smirk, raising his chin as if he was leagues above you, “Not very balanced are we, short?”  he remarked, shoving his hands into his pant-pockets.
“I was going to say thank you, but you ruined my thanks by opening your mouth.” you retorted, making a move to turn back to where you hoped your friend was still dancing, though before you could, another body was beside you.
“Stop bothering them, Tsukishima.” a deep voice rumbled from next to you, looking at it was the man from across the room; his sharp eyes now cast onto the blond asshole, who was still smirking, bigger now that this other man had stepped in,  down at the both of you.
“Or what, King? Are you going to command me around like the commoner I am? Short and I were just talking, so you can butt out your highness.” Tsukishima sneered at, the king? that couldn’t be his name, and from the way he stiffened at the mention of this name, he didn't like it very much.
He was about to respond when two voices called from either side of your newly formed circle.
“Y/n!”
“Kageyama! Tsukishima!”
You knew it was Kiyoko who was calling you back towards the stairs, so you sneak a glance two where the men turned, seeing a smaller man, boy? with bright orange hair waving the two over. Hearing Kiyoko call you again, you tear your sight from the two walking away and make your way back to the room.
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The events of that night still play in the back of your mind even a month later as you get ready for another pouting with Kiyoko and the hostess from that night, who’s named you learned to be Yachi, who had quickly became friends with you along with a few of your other friends.
“Won't it be awkward clubbing at the place you work?” you didn't want to force Yachi to go back, she seems to spend enough time there as it is. And if you got her to say no, you wouldn’t have to go either. It wasn't that you didn't want to have a good time, you did. It was that you didn't know if you could handle seeing Tsukishima and Kageyama again. Your body wanted it, it desperately wanted to see at least one of them again, but your mind was against the idea.
Yachi had told you about them, they were clearly part of the high rank of the Karasuno Yakuza. She explained how rude and all-around awful Tsukishima treated people, from remarks to just making fun of them. She told you about Kageyama’s bad attitude and how he was exiled from another Yakuza and was picked up for his skills.
You had to stop yourself from thinking about them for about a week before your memory began to torment you once more. You couldn’t lie; that was hot. Not that they were mafia goonies; but how confident they were walking around their club knowing what they could do at any time.
Now sitting at the main bar while Kiyoko and Yachi dance with each other on some far corner of the dance floor, you wish more people came. You vowed to stay away from the dance floor, in fear of deja vu taking its course and becoming reality.
To consumed in mixing your lime into your margarita, you ignore that body that slides into the stool next you yours.
“I was wondering when you would come back, Shortie, his Majesty interrupted us last time.”  warm breath hit the shell of your ear as a too-familiar snarky voice sounded from beside you. Tsukishima pulled back, resting his head on his palm, as the bartender shoots a whiskey in his direction.
“I have nothing to say to you.” you raise your chin, imitating how he had when you first met. From the corner of your eyes, you could see his amusement clear on his face. Trying to ignore him you make a move to leave your seat.
“None of that, I’m just trying to have a conversation!”
You continue your ignorance, scanning the crowd for your friends.
“I’ll buy you food?”
“Only until we finish the food, then you leave me alone.”
Seeming content with your answer, he takes you up the same stairs, to another room on the right of the corridor.
In your former opinion, Tsukishima was actually a very good conversationalist, you hadn’t even realized that the food had been done for an hour and you had gone through more than enough drinks.
“Hinata really jumped into a fruit cart? Like in the movies? How does that even happen?” you laugh, curling yourself against his side as he mocks his friends.
Noticing he wasn’t laughing anymore, you look back up towards his face. Realizing just how close he was to you, eyes fixated on your lips, yours the same before you realize what was happening.
“I’m sorry i-”
Before you could even finish your mumbling you were pulled back into him, lips pressing on yours. Keeping your lips connected he moved you onto his lap, your straddling his waist as his hands moved to rub along your thighs.
Pulling away to breathe, you start to unbutton his white shirt, he,  pushing the ends of your dress to rest on your hips, giving him a view of your red lace.
“Tsukishima what the hell-”
Kageyama’s familiar voice called from the entrance of the room, dying down when he registered what he was seeing. Frozen in place, he could see Tsukishima’s hand still making its way to the zipper of your dress. From the crook of your neck, he could see Tsukishima smirk sucking on the skin below your ear.
You tried to push Tsukishima off, not wanting to embarrass yourself further, but he held you in an iron grip acting as if nothing had happened.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch King? If so then you can just leave now.” He mocked, not straying from slipping your dress from your burning body. When you tried to respond, Tsukishima moved his finger to meet with your clothed bud.
Seeming to have made his decision, you feel Kageyama tilt your head to meet your lips. Wrapping his hands around your neck keeps you where he wanted.
“Wow you're more of a whore than I thought, totally ok with being shared by two guys, you’re fucking dripping!”
Tsukishima pulled your underwear to the side, shoving two fingers into your weeping hole, Kageyama moving his mouth to the column of your neck, opposite from where Tsukishima’s was just minutes ago.
“You’re going to take both of us, like a good cum-dump” Tsukishima sneered, pulling his cock out of it's refines, “c’mon tell me how much you love being our cum-dump.”
You couldn’t even mutter a word through Kageyama's fingers in your mouth. Before you could think, he was pushing you down onto his cock. You gave a choked moan as he lifted your hips then dropped them back onto his.
Your monetary focus on Tsukishima left you unaware of Kageyama’s escapades until you felt a hand on your back pressing you to the blond’s chest. You thought he was just going to press into your ass until you felt his tip at your already stuffed entrance.
“Wait, you can’t-”
“Shut up and take it, whore.”
Fitting them both was almost impossible, you felt more stretched than you ever had in your entire life. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, not that either of them seemed to care as they steadied in a pace, moving in sync with the other.
Eventually, you lost yourself on their cocks, you didn't know when but a hand attached itself to your clit. Your orgasm washed over you as your cum sprayed onto your thighs and Tsukishima’s pants.
Neither of them paid you any mind as they continued for another minute before stuffing you with cum.
“You might just have to be our permanent cum-dump, huh Shortie?”
“For once, I think I agree.”
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