#once again does this make sense or am i delirious

[stuck-in-jelly]

Cant stop thinking about how apparently Season 7 is going to be Ezran’s season and the slow and steady build up to a breaking point for him.

Ezran is in a weird delicate balance, walking across the tightrope of being a child and being a king. We see both sides equally, we see Ezran’s barely clinging childlike mannerisms and we also see him command and lead both with love and with force.

And he is equally regarded in this manner by the people around him, some addressing him more as a child then king and others more king then child.

“Who is this child?” “Such childish dreams.” “You deserve time to do kid things” “the whining child king.” vs “He is a King!” “Because you know-you’re the King.” “That is what King Ezran decided.” “I serve the true King.”

That is already a lot to try and balance, his wants versus his duty as a king but now that balance is being tested.

The weight of everything is starting to crash down. His stressful rule as a king in a time of insurrection and war, his own people pushing back against his ideals and attempts at progress, his citizens and home decimated by a dragon, his father’s murderer being freed by his own brother, and now the releasing of an ancient evil.

No one told him his father was dead, too worried to tell a child horrible news, and no one had told him the plan to bring Runaan back, hardly giving him a second thought.

The more I think about it the more my brain drifts to this section from the season 2 novelization:

“No. No, no no!!” Ezran shouted. He didn’t care if he sounded like a two-year old.

“Ezran. It’s going to be okay,” Rayla started to say.

That was about the dumbest thing anyone could possibly say, Ezran thought. Nothing was ever going to be okay again.

Just the moment Ezran fully reverts to being a small kid again, when he stops caring that he is acting like a child because he is a child because he is mad because its all hitting him at once and it isn’t fair.

I want to see how he takes it all

[idle-daydreams]

Demon King

Tw: Yandere, kidnapping, mentions of murder, blood and violence, dub-con, non-con, mild(?) smut

A fire roared in a corner of the cavern, casting dancing shadows upon its stone walls. The air was scented with the metallic tang of blood, wafting from the carcass of the boar lying out outside the entrance. You cowered in the corner, trembling like a leaf before a storm.

As he gazed down at you, Chuuya felt a primal hunger rise within him.

“There, there,” he purred, reaching out to stroke your hair. “Everything’s gonna be all right.”

You flinched from his touch. Chuuya smiled. How cute.

“Is it the blood?” He looked at his bloodstained fingers, ending in black, claw-like nails. “Sorry about that. I didn’t get a chance to wash off.”

Your eyes flickered towards him, glinting through the dark curtain of your hair. Fear radiated off of you, the unmitigated terror of a prey caught in the jaws of a predator.

  As you squirmed, trying to shrink further into yourself, Chuuya reached out to grasp your neck. 

“Hey,” he said. “Hey, look at me.”

The look in your doe-like eyes nearly made him melt – anxiety, apprehension, artless innocence, framed in orbs red-rimmed from countless tears. Your pulse pattered erratically under his fingers, hands fluttering around his wrist in a bewildered effort to get him to let you go. It was adorable, like a tiny kitten trying to wrestle itself free.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said. “So long as I’m here, no one’s gonna hurt you. And so as long as you stay by my side, you’ll be safe, okay, [Y/N]?” He wanted to crow at the way your eyes widened. “Oh yes, I do know your name. I know all about you – where you live, what you do, how your pathetic family decided to sell you off for their own sakes.”

Chuuya suddenly loosened his grip. As you sank to the floor with a gasp, he leaned back on his arms, pleased with the fear and confusion fighting over your expression. Your lips – so soft, so kissable – turned into a small pout as you tried to make sense of his words.

“Please,” you finally managed, voice shaking. “I don’t know who you are, but please let me go. I promise I – I’ll give you whatever you want, all the money that I have—”

“I don’t need money,” he said. “I have more gold than anyone could ever give me. But I’m a little insulted that you don’t know me, [Y/N]. I would have thought you would have at least felt my presence and bothered to look me up.”

“N-no, I—I don’t know—” Your eyes darted nervously to the sides, towards the sake gourd sitting beside him. He picked it up and proffered it to you.

“Want some?” he asked. “It’s good, better than the bilge you humans normally drink. Don’t waste it by trying to attack me with it though – its not going to work.”

“Who are you?” you said desperately.

Chuuya cocked his head to the side. “My name is Chuuya, but you probably know me by my other name: Shuten-doji.”

You gasped. Chuuya’s smile widened, blood racing at the terror in your eyes.

“Oh good, so you do you know me,” he said.

“You – no,” you said, shaking your head. “Please – it’s not funny. You can’t be—”

“The Demon King? Oh, but I am.” He held his arms out wide. “Don’t I look like it? I’m better than any guy you’ve seen, right?”

You opened and closed your mouth, torn between dread, curiosity and awe. It excited him to just how much of an effect his title had on you, how much of an effect he had on you.

“You thought I was just some thug, didn’t you?” he said, leaning in so close that his nose brushed yours. “I do know my reputation amongst you humans, or rather that of my predecessor. A monster, a demon, a devourer of human flesh. A violent drunkard, a walking nightmare. Do I scare you, [Y/N]?”

Your face was blank now, moved beyond terror to numb incomprehension. Tremors wracked your body, chest heaving as your breath came out in little pants. You were so small, so weak, so fragile. A gentle little fawn, all for him to protect.

It was deliriously exhilarating.

Chuuya reached for you once again, grabbing you by the back of your hair. You whimpered, and desire ran through him once again.

“But I saw what your parents wanted to do,” he said, pulling you onto his lap. “You don’t think that was inhuman? Are you really okay with being sold off to that ancient tub of lard?”

“I-I wasn’t being sold,” you stammered, trying to squirm out of his grip. “My parents arranged a marriage—”

“Oh, please. You were sold. For less than what you’re worth, too.” Slowly, he forced the top of your kimono open, revealing the rounded mounds of your breasts.

“Please,” you began, flushing scarlet. “Please, I—”

“Be quiet,” he said, and began nuzzling your neck. You began to sob again, and the mewling sounds sent a new wave of ecstasy through him. He dipped his head lower, nipping and licking lazily at your throat and down your shoulder. Your skin was warm, as soft as the petals of a summer bloom; your scent was intoxicating, the taste of your skin heavenly.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said, moving his hands down your shivering frame. “Watching you work yourself to the bone for those ungrateful brats you call a family. I’ve seen you take the yelling and the abuse, watched you hide your beauty and your grace just to fit in with those lecherous bastards you call your village.” He ran his fingers up your thighs towards your inner core. A moan slipped from your mouth, making him laugh.

“You like that, don’t you?” he said, tracing idle patterns along the inside of your thigh. “Oh, I’ve been watching you, my love. Watching you waste away, like a flower blooming in some putrid swamp. You deserve much more, so much more than what any of those ingrates can ever give you.” His fingers found you clit, and he deftly flickered at the rosy bud. You gasped again, clutching his arm, and buried your face in his chest.

“Please stop,” you said. “I – I’m going to be married in a month. My parents need me. My parents need me to—”

“To be a virgin? So that the old slob they’re selling you off to can get his money’s worth?” Chuuya smirked. “Don’t worry about it. I already ended his pathetic life, for daring to even think of taking what’s mine.”

You started, a new fear dawning in your eyes. “My parents,” you said. “What did you do to—”

“Relax, I didn’t do anything to them. I wanted to, but I knew you wouldn’t like it.” He continued to gently rub your clit, sending waves of pleasure pooling into your belly. “Not that I had to do anything to them: they were perfectly willing to cast you away for the right incentive.”

“W—” You let out a shuddering moan as the haze of bliss deepened— “what do you mean?”

“In exchange for you, of course,” Chuuya said idly. “I sent them some jewels in exchange for delivering you to the base of my mountain. They did give birth to you, so I suppose they must be rewarded for that. And I knew you wouldn’t rest until they were taken care of.” He smiled at you, drinking in the glazed look in your eyes, the flush of your skin, the heaving of your chest.

“You’re happy now, aren’t you?” he said softly. “I’ll make you so much happier, [Y/N], I promise. I’ll keep you happy, I’ll treat you how you deserve.”

“N-no.” To his amusement, you still tried to push him away. “No, you’re a demon. You eat people, you eat human flesh, you—”

“That was the guy before me,” Chuuya said dismissively. “I killed him a few decades ago before I took on his title. Cannibalism isn’t really my thing. Alcohol is so much better… and the taste of you, of course.”

“But why do you even want me? I—” You broke off as white-hot pleasure ran through you. You cried out, arching your back, as the world went white for one moment. As the sparks faded, Chuuya wrapped his free arm around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Why do I want you?” he repeated softly. “I want you to be my mate, [Y/N]. You are going to be my mate, the mate of the strongest demon in Japan. You’re going to be the wife of Shuten-doji.”

[opencommunion]

July 2014

Gaza-based writer Hedaya Shamun writes — although her writing rituals have disappeared — about the world she sees around her in the first and second nights of “Operation Protective Edge.”

"You all slaughtered Gaza, you all reaped from her heart and you shut your doors and ears in her face. You saw that she is a black spot on your beautiful lives and she has become a burden on your hearts and wellbeing. Before the aggression all of you contributed to her disappointment and you perceived the nourishment of the small children as begging. You said what had not been said about her, but every time she would remind you that she is greater than calling you out on your sins. For who among us is sinless, O gentlemen? But she is a rose whose delightful fragrance wafted with the sea of blood that restored your senses and your love and perhaps your hatred. Some have expressed this hatred and some retreated and some turned a blind eye and some unsheathed their strength to extract her nectar with the hissing of the Israeli warplanes.

... How will we return to life its splendor after the bodies of the young are stolen? He carries his body in his hands and needs no coffin. His hands have become a coffin for his child shrouded in white cloth. He walks with his head high and his tears flowing. But he is lucky that he is still alive to pay his child the last honors. Entire families were buried in their homes and no one remained to pay them these last honors.  It is so simple. In this civilized world of international rights and conventions and the right to life and the right to housing and the right to education and the right of expression, these rights are not for Palestinians but for someone else…

Who really cares about women running in prayer clothes, the ones at hand when they escaped from the black hatred descending upon them from the top of a rocket shattering her dreams and making them a morsel appropriate for suffering and oppression and pain. She carries a child; she carries a bloody heart; she carries pain. She forgets an elderly person and she forgets her own heart in the corner of the house. She is afraid to look back so that she does not see her loved ones imbued with their blood. She runs and keeps running without end because if she stops she will never run again.

There are no spaces for life. No place to return. All of Gaza bids farewell to herself every night and congratulates those who remain alive the morning of another day. They inspect their bodies then run their hands over the living. They close their eyes then open them, and once again call the members of their families one by one…so that the memory of their names does not fail and their spirits do not disappear. Who cries for whom? The unlucky are left alone to survive without a family as it was martyred in its entirety.

... A bloody night in Rafah. The shelling has not stopped nor did it go silent. I write a word and I am delirious with words. Where do we live? And why this abominable silence towards our death? Is our death that cheap? Do our lives mean anything to anyone? Is it enough that you cry, shed tears, and that a choking in the heart come upon you? You are the hope to scream loudly against Israeli murder and terrorism. You are the hope to translate the sufferings of these people and their lives that disappeared in a push of a button by a pilot playing frivolously in his warplane like a spoiled child does with an expensive toy. He kills, destroys, and takes revenge on the children of Palestine.

A bloody night. This is my account of just one night. Would you bear another night?"

[mamma-marimo]

A Secret in the Night

A/N: Turns out I am not immune to this silly dragoon. Call him Nidhogg the way he keep trying to possess me <33 this is my first time writing him so fingers crossed he isn't too ooc

Summary: Thancred Waters finds something unexpected upon returning to the Rising Stones after a long mission and it's not you baking at 3 in the morning.

WC: 1k

Rating: E

Pairing: (GN)Reader x Estinien

Tags: fluff, wholesome goodness, Thancred Waters jumpscare

It’s in the Witching hour Thancred returns to the Rising Stones from yet another stealth mission. His shoulders sag and his feet sore from the endless tracking he’s just accomplished. With most of the scions aside from the small handful on night watch turned in for the night, he decides the report is more than fine to turn in come morning. 

With a sigh, he rubs the back of his sore neck mentally debating on if he should take a shower or just crawl into bed. While it’s never appealing to lie in a clean bed with mission musk, his exhaustion does bring up a concern of passing out the moment he’s encompassed in the comforting warm water.  

His thoughts are interrupted when a fragrant sweet scent welcomes him, activating a low growl in his stomach. He supposed there’s nothing wrong with grabbing a quick bite from the communal kitchen before crashing for the night. As he furthers his journey down the hall he notices one of the lights on within the kitchen. 

There is a sneaking suspicion as to what soul would be up at this damned hour baking something and the

laughter that echoed confirmed it. 

“They better not be stress-baking again…” he sighs to himself, praying he’ll be intervening in time to avoid a repeat of the last incident. While delicious, it took forever to get through all of it and Tataru wasn’t too pleased with exceeding the grocery budget. Not to mention how long it took to work off the damage the carbs did to his seductive figure. His pace quickens. One step, two step and then-

“Quiet. You are going to wake up all of Mor Dhona at this rate.” A familiar gruff, brooding tone chastises. 

“Sorry-“ he hears you giggle. “You’re just really funny, you know?”

Thancred’s brows furrow. Estinien was a man of many things, sure but funny? Not intentionally at least. Well, you can be quite odd so your amusement in odd things should be of no surprise. 

He retracts his pace, slowing down as he quietly treads closer and closer to the kitchen. 

“In what ways do I amuse you?” Estinien inquires. 

Thancred has his back against the wall near the entry. Pausing for a moment he’s relieved to not hear any sounds that could allude to something lewd being committed. Praise Hydaelyn for that. However, his keen sense of hearing picks up the soft sound of steps along the tiles. 

Carefully, he leans in peeking around the corner and into the open doorway. 

Estiniens back is to him, an arm wrapped around your waist and the other elevated, fingers interlocked with yours. Their bodies sway in sync left to right according to a rhythm all their own. 

Pale brows arch up and Thancred withdraws, blinking a few times then rubs his eyes. Normally it would take a few more days of sleep deprivation to make him this level of delirious. Was he seeing things? He isn’t old enough to need glasses just yet, right? 

Once more he peaks over, Estinien now hovers as he dips his dance partner. 

“Oh a lot of ways!” You chime.

“I like your little pout, that little huff you do when we try dragging you into things and– now that I think about it. You remind me of an old dog. A cute little thing that sighs now and then a bit sadly. Makes you wonder what goes through their little minds to make them so tired.” You chuckle, peering up at the Elezen with a sickening amount of affection.  

Estinien scoffs and Thancred can feel his eyes roll. Briefly, he withdraws the hand that supports your back. 

“H-hey!” You gasp, quickly clutching onto Estinien’s back for support to avoid hitting the ground but his hand returns, guiding you upwards to the standing position prior. 

“It is quite exhausting keeping up with your antics. You handful of Scions are more taxing than a squadron of untrained Dragoons.” He retorts, turning them around. your back now facing the voyeur. Your body leans against Estiniens with your head nestled against his chest. 

“In my defense, half the antics are Alisaie and Alphinaud getting ahead of themselves. Although, you can get pretty ahead of yourself too Mr. Lone Wolf.” You retort and Thancred can see a rare smile gracing the Elezens elegant features. 

“I dare say your boldness has influenced a great many men. Including myself but especially the younger ones.” His head rests against you own. For a moment it remains like this. Calm gentle sways like a graceful tide grazing along the shore.

DING!

The timer on the counter chimes, bringing the dancers out of their rhythm. Thancred pulls away, having seen more than enough. With a shake of his head, he feels a strange pit of embarrassed guilt in his stomach for peering in on such an intimate moment. Hell, he feels it would have been less embarrassing to walk in on them in the nude. Either way, snack be damned. He’ll be sure to enjoy whatever was baked come morning with its flavor made even sweeter with the image of their brooding Dragoon being so docile.

“Ah, the bread is done.” You break from the embrace, grabbing a pair of moogle themed oven mitts to pull it out of the oven. 

Estinien resumes his typical stance, arms crossed over his chest. His head turned to the entrance, and eyes narrowed. 

“Something the matter?” You tilt you head at him, glancing between the empty entryway then back.

With a scrunch of his nose he shakes his head. “No. If we are done here, let us head to bed.”

“Alrighty. I just need to put this up.” You set it in the breadbox and return to him. 

“Thank you for keeping me company.” You lean in to peck his cheek. “I never knew you would be such a lovely dance partner.”

“As I said. Any Ishgardian worth their salt knows the basics. However, I prefer not to do so in front of others. I will say, you are improving at the very least. You only stepped on my foot twice unlike dozens of times in the past.” There’s a soft smirk along his thin lips, bracing your reaction.

[ivydarkrose]

Different AUs  of Nathans

1.  Nathan-Crystal (Creepypasta- Circuspasta AU):  For Nathan as far horror AUs, I have several.

              An old one where Nathan dies within the walls of the basement, as he lays there dying, hands aching from his failed; Delirious, he envisions himself walking out the door, into the bright light ahead of him but suddenly he's pulled back to reality when he sees the outline of two men standing in the doorway. Both laughing and mocking the dying teen. No amount of effort on his behalf could move him, he was too hungry, too weak, too far gone.  He could hear them mocking him, unable to discern what was other than key words of “Sister” and “Dead”. With panic and a new sense of rage, he attempted to lift himself, only to crash back down as they laughed and slammed that door once more. With this, he falls into darkness, away from the light, only left with that rage and need for revenge, a voice so clearly asks him. “ Do you want your revenge?” Two voices replying back that indeed they will do anything to get their revenge. - This version is the AU where Nathan himself is no longer human but some kind of entity. Originally I had him trap the soul of his sister within that crystal necklace. However, I am thinking with this AU to change this. All for fun of course. 

    The Second AU is based off the Circuspasta theme, seeing he's often around the "circuspasta's" themselves, I had the idea of a fun AU (that I plan to doodle one day once I find my motivation again really). In this AU him and Crystal are conjoined twins, attached to one another. Honestly, there it many ways I have thought about taking this. Such as twins born conjoined (whether logical or not, nonsensical is amusing after all), another way they are conjoin is actually the canon but with a more supernatural twist, where one houses a physical body and one in soul only in the AU playing on the telekinesis angle (Think Beyond: Two Souls). The other possibility being horrible experiment or disturbing modification where one twin is attached to the other (Alive or Dead). Either way, playing into the circus theme of conjoined twins.  

2. (Umbra Series): Many AUs as its too fun to not think of alt scenarios. 

Nathan Lux: Originally he was replacing the AU I mentioned above. Giving up his humanity to become immortal in attempts to save his loved ones, IE Crystal (who was reborn within the world, not by choice), and Ciara, who is under control of her father, Night Terrors, being in a real threat of death if she doesn't do as her father demands of her. (Collect Souls for his consumption). He also aimed to become semi-immortal so that he could stay by Ciara's side until they both pass on. In order to do this, he needed to become more than human. So that he may fight in the true world that is filled with monsters, creatures, demons, angels and so on. 

Natalia Maxine Luxenia (AFAB AU):  Literally his AFAB AU, I've dabbled with her for a long time, mostly for silly RPs. I'd say ever since I created Nathan back in 2014. Officially gave her a canon ref recently. Seeing she is placed with in Umbra's world and narrative I made her a sub-species of human. Unlike the other AUs so far, she does not have siblings, however, she does have her family( well father) killed in front of her at a young age. Leading to a tragic upbringing with a evil fae like man, nicknamed "joker", who is a human trafficker (more less rents out the adult humans he lays claim on.) By luck, she manages to make her escape, running into humans of her own subset. Now as an adult exploring the world, looking for signs that her mother is still alive. Meanwhile, unaware of the very real threats to her life from the hunters tracking her down for the wicked fae.

3. Nathel (Mermaid): This stemmed from a silly RP between many friends on ask. While this hasn't received much of a story arch or anything else other than. "Hey, its Nathan as a Man of Mer." I've decided to maybe take this AU into a species I've created. Possibly the naga-mermaid hybrid species called "Syrion".  

4. Nathan L(Genyr): At the time, there wasn't much to go on with the Genyr Species and how they were made, being creepypasta related (at the time thanks to candy pop) I decided to experiment with a comic format, having the wicked side of Pop's personality being the cause of Nathan's transformation. Nowadays, he's apart of the new age Genyrs that were saved when all the other Genyr's were consumed, ironically thanks to their species rivals, more to the king of the Dhokkalfers (Aka Mire's and Pop's father).  (he'll have a more Genyr name for now just calling him Nathan lol)

5. Nathan Walleis (Dream Daddy): Yes, based of the game. Nathan in this AU sports glasses, and is simple an aesthetic character as I never found time to expand more than "Dad who reads too much" energy. Did plan to maybe play off a assassin vibe but was hesitant. 

6. Yanni (DDLC): AH, yes DDLC. I invented a lot into his AU here, thank to friends who at the time were into DDLC. Premise was interesting in my mind. Based off Monika's obsession with the player, Nathan (main version of him) plays the game for fun after taken care of the residence of the house. Once he's done, rather thinks he's gotten to the end, he leaves the game be. Running off from the crime scene. Monika wanting the player back, clones Nathan, giving him life within the game as Yanni. Along with his sister. She ends up rewriting the code of the game to make them side characters with their own clubs in hopes to keep them away from the other LC members. 

7. Not Named Yet  (Twisted Wonderland): A proud member of the Diasomnia, a dorm known for students who excel at magic across the board. His plan joining Night Raven College was in hopes to prove his worth to possibly join in ranks to guard the highly regraded, Malleus Draconia, However, his quiet demeanor and issues with communication he has yet to accomplish his goal. (Note: This plot might change in the future tbh, made on a whim lol)

Honorable mentions: 

Aun: So Aun here is his own character, but when I first crafted him he was legit an AU Nathan. I was like AU N should be the character that has some of the opposite physical characteristics.  Such as white textured hair, eyes colors the mix of blue and green, and less tense than our very anxious Nathan. Both still sassy, though Aun shows it more. I wanted them to almost feel like twins. I used the term 2P not really understanding the meaning lol. 

Cat form: Look he gives off black/grey cat energy. So his AU/ Spirit form is a black cat! Plus an inside joke between friends... if you know you know. 

Creepypasta café: One my friend Alloween created! Nothing more to state, as they created Nathan's role and I just had fun jumping off with the idea. 

AU Psychiatric Hospital:  Another Creepypasta AU/Spin off based on BleedingHeartWorks comic "Desolation." Where Nathan is found criminally insane and sent to said hospital. 

Ashur (The Demons Den - Nature Demons): A species homage to Nathan, not nessassarly him. I had no intentions of the fact but their traits are uncanny, 

Noctis ( Warpa AKA War Paint Demons):  Same deal here, a semi-homage but not intentional per say.  ~~~~ This took a while to finish, no regrets >w< I do have images, however I don't trust tumblrs character CAP lol

[onlyjaeyun]

I am a little delirious and foggy but, this is what my morning brain thought of 😭😂

idea: if this is going to be set on Sunghoon bday dinner we can have Jay possibly be more comfortable with her in the sense that is more progressive for like him that could be him making subtle flirty comments and like making skin to skin contact like touching her hand, caressing her hand with his thumb, etc. OC may be a little tipsy but not drunk to the point where she is GONE but enough to have that confidence to indulge in what Jay is doing to her which makes Jay feel like he may be taking the steps into the right direction. Then to add the drama idk if you want to introduce him physically but, if not it could be like OC goes to the bathroom and leaves her phone unlocked and it so happens to be in the on the messages between her and Jiwoong and he sees how progressive the relationship is like the shameless flirting and how comfortable she is with and that puts him in a spiral.

Or we have him call/text her when they are about to start heading home since Jay offered to take her home as well and Jay can visibly see how like giddy and flustered she gets and he starts to overthink and feel so much jealousy in the car ride home that once OC is about to get out the car he like grabs her by the hand to pull her back in and his hand on her cheek caressing it with his thumb and is staring at her telling her, if she is doing this to get back at him or like if she has any idea what seeing her have these reaction to Jiwoong does to his mental health or something like that. OC Is like speechless and her decides to make her even more speechless by giving her a peck on the corner of her lips and he tells her to get some rest my angel girl.

again this is just my silly idea as i woke up. Whatever you cook up in that wonderful and creative brain of you we all going to eat it up !! 💖💖

-♋️🩵

this wasbthe biggest inspo for chapter 21 and i never got sround to thank you so please accept my very belated thank you baby. you guys are always here to feed me with outstanding ideas and inhope you know how much i appreciate it 🥺 sending you so much love rn 🥺🩵

[ashironie]

She looked through me, for I was not really there.

“Is anyone here…?” She asks, pleading that someone would save her.

No one replies, for no one is really there.

I am not one to give false hope, for I am not the goddess of hope. I stay silent.

“Please is…” she starts to yell through cries, “please…” the young girl whispers, broken.

She stays silent, trapped under rubble, for a long time. The only thing that can be heard echoing across the cave is her shivering sobs.

There is no one coming to save her. She decided to skip school to go exploring. No one, not even her close friends (who, being the good friends they are, would’ve reported her immediately), knew were she was. By the time anyone even noticed something was amiss she would’ve died from blood loss.

I did not give false hope, so I did not confort her.

She looked through my eyes again, almost sensing my presence there, good.

If a tree falls, and no one is there, does it make a sound? She thinks.

No, no it doesn’t sweet girl. I reply, although not in a way she can hear.

She seems more shaken up after I’ve given my answer, like she could hear it, good.

She looks at the rubble on her leg, then to the cave entrance. She tries pushing it off herself but can’t twist her body in a way that would be helpful to the situation.

Even if she did make it out, with how far she’d need to go and how long she’s already been here, she collapse in the forest. The one that no one should be in due to a city mandate that will only lift in a week. Perfect for some poor hiker to find her rotting corpse.

She breaths in, setting her nerves.

If you get this stick and rock you can pry it off you like that, I say, in a way no other person would be able to hear.

She looks around, startled, but when she realizes no one is really there she grabs the stick and rock and makes a see-saw kind of lever. It’s a little painful for her but she gets it done. She counts to three and pushes it off, revealing a bloody mess due to the fact she tried twisting her way out.

She stands up, nearly falling when she tries to put weight on her broken leg. She takes the stick to help her walk, and leaves the cave.

She looks at her surroundings, no easy way down. But she does find a steepish, mostly smooth way down and a straight board that is most definitely man made.

Thank you gods for allowing man to litter, she thinks as she waddles to the board and positions it to be the most deadly sled she’s ever experienced.

She breaths for a moment, looks down, does a prayer to the god of her village, Monstak, the god of the wild, and sleds.

It’s bumpy and hurts her leg more than she’d like to admit, but it’s fast and not too bad. Before soon she’s down to the forest, making a run (or as fast as she could with a broken leg and a stick) for the village.

She has hope.

There is no hope in this situation.

I almost leave due to this fact. Hope (pun not intended) Andrea has time for yet another human that has run into her domain. Or that Lady Luck has decided to help the poor girl.

Or anyone else.

But I stay a few moments.

Maybe I don’t want her to die alone.

Maybe I wish I could be the goddess of hope.

I don’t know. But yet I stay.

After some “running” she falls. She’s delirious and dizzy and everything else blood loss with do you you. Even if she yelled no one would hear her.

If a tree falls, and no one is there, does it make a sound? She thinks again.

No, no it doesn’t sweet girl. I reply once again, though she’s be too far in the domain of hope to hear.

I’m going to die… here… all alone… she thinks, and this is the brink. Where my domain meets with Fialir’s, the god of ends.

I’m gonna die, she thinks to herself as she stands up, I’m gonna die, she repeats, going as fast as she can towards her village, “I’m gonna die.” She says aloud, though she does not make a sound.

She says that like a mantra as she runs to her village.

I smile. You know, adrenaline is a strange thing. It can make you stronger, faster, more capable.

It will be the thing that lets her live.

She knows she will die, but she still goes on. Not due to hope or any of that nonsense, but in her own words.

I have to try, I have to try because what good is being a stubborn bitch if I don’t? Even when there’s no hope for me? Even when I surely will die? I have to try because… because I refuse to be a fucking pussy about this…

Now she lays in my domain. The domain of Anthoran, the goddess of cold, dumb, stubbornness.

I usually get attributed to Andrea or to Lady Luck. I have no followers on my own because of this. I know no one will ever warship me, and I don’t care. I will keep living, I will keep being, for the same reason Abigail will keep trying. Because I refuse to be a fucking pussy about this.

And when she finally collapses, she will do it at towns edge, where Priest Edmond always takes his walk. And when she wakes up in her hospital bed and tells the story of how she got hurt and somehow lives she’ll tell the it was all—

“No, Andrea did not help me. I had no hope. I don’t know exactly who did, but I do know what did. Stubbornness.” She looked directly in my eyes with a knowing smile, she could see me.

…I guess me and Abigail have more in common then I thought…

And I guess I have a new Priestess…

You are a god with no followers nor enemies, yet you still persist. No god had ever lived without worship before. The other gods are stumped as to why this is so…until you tell them what you are the god of.

[landlordrecords]

Films, Films, (TV), Films: Next Batch

Now been looking after my folks for a year & a half, so movies are one of the main things I can do...sometimes. Some of the TV & docs might be missing &, as ever, if I haven't said so, it is a first watch, as I don't rewatch that many things. I probably said before, but if I don't click with something, I just move on, so these are all good in my eyes).

Reading the last blurb, I feel the urge to mention that Cully's World in Blackpool is currently 8 DVDs for a fiver, but that I hear they are shutting again soon, so go scoop stuff up.

Also, Plex gets The Gasface for making such a hash of dropping he Facebook log-in that I ended up accidentally nixing my account, with all its bookmarks and ratings, and Tubi gets a tentative thumbs-up for being a decent replacement.

So, April 2024 onwards...

Best In Show (rewatch, but I reckon I only half-watched it the first time - very funny, prob the best one by them next to Spinal Tap, I guess)

Playtime (Ebert said something like you have to watch it once in order to get ready to watch it, which makes sense to me - all the comparisons to extremely funny silent comedians seem a bit over the top being as Tati barely raises a chuckle, but it IS, of course, extremely well laid-out and choreographed. I look forward to going again in the not-too-distant future)

Sightseers (I'm not quite so rhapsodic about this as some people, but great fun, v British)

Pictures of the Old World + extra shorts (good, atmospheric)

Scoop (not bad, none of these things hit the mark quite as much as the OG interview)

The Whistle Blower (Caine, solid enough)

Streetwise (1984 doc - I am a sucker for these type of things, but very good, well worth seeing)

Extras (glad I've seen it. Not quite as totemic as The Office, but entertaining throughout)

Ice Grill (a So Bad It's Good one I actually located all by myself. 'Urban', near-impenetrable plot, appalling cheap CGI, but half-decent music by a hip-hop semi-name, equalling quite mood piece in a way)

Nathalie (saucy!)

American Gangster (very good stuff)

Bronson (didn't really twig what sort of film this was first, and was impressed)

Anchorman 2 (I was a bit mean about the first one last time - the whole set-up is pretty funny really, and the nitpicking in the reviews bounce off if you like Will Ferrell, & at this point I have to accept that I LOVE Will Ferrell)

The Kingdom (I kinda just watched this cos I'd got it, but there were plenty plenty more in that pile that I didn't, so I would say tis was pretty good all told)

Eddie Murphy: Delirious

Talladega Nights (I'd been avoiding the Ferrell American sports & politics ones cos...impenetrable...but of course, it isn't in his hands. A very good one if you like him)

The Sinner season 3 (with the missus)

Two Ronnies best-of DVD

Some Mothers Do Ave Em (series 1&2? Picked up some DVDs. Possibly no other fictional character closer to my own)

The Black Panther (I started this ages before and the bit where it went a bit dreamy in the middle sort of jumped the shark for me & I switched it off, but glad I went back to it, as it is a Brit classic really, I guess)

Jour De Fete (I might actually prefer this to Playtime, it is certainly more LOL, & a very entertaining watch)

Elgar (the classic doc, intellectual chore)

Analyze That (extremely close readers might remember I started watching the first one, realised I had seen it before, continued & still liked it, so thought this was worth a go. Obvs cash-in, but I enjoyed it)

A bunch of Alan Bennett TV plays, the one which stayed with me the most being the one about the old Leeds couple moving to Morecambe in retirement...Bleak!)

Wings of Hope (I had forgotten all about this, but it does stand well with other Herzog docs)

Red Road (I started this about three times, partly due to the print quality I could find, but very good I thought, reviews a bit overly picky)

Wake Up Ron Burgundy (that extras-make-a whole-'nutha-film thing - final proof I must have enjoyed the saga overall)

Miss Marie Lloyd (saw a bit of this on telly years ago & was looking forward to it. The Eastenders lass will hold a place in my heart forever for it - a good representation of music hall, one of my favourite music genres)

Zoolander (rewatch - another I think I only half-watched the first time, pretty funny)

True Detective season 1 (with the missus)

An old Cock ESP tour DVD

Common Ground (little local fen historical thing I found in a book swap phonebooth - considering its origins, pretty good/odd, I think)

Hatton Garden (good cast, good stuff)

Drop Dead Gorgeous (really really enjoyed this. Hadn't been aware of it before. Shall watch again)

Solondz season...Welcome To the Dollhouse (rewatch)

Happiness (rewatch)

break for...Le Diner De Cons (had been totally unaware of this - I'm not majorly into French film overall, but I do love their comedies)

Storytelling (rewatch)

Palindromes (rewatch)

Mesa of Lost Women (infamously cut into other appallingly bad films- realised I had it on a triple-bill DVD & thought I should watch it. Dozed in & out of it, which kinda added to the trippy effect. I liked it)

Rocky 2

Rocky 3 (stopped after that, but I was still rooting for him)

Baby Reindeer (yeah, def worth seeing)

Dawn of the Dead (rewatch - I trust I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, with all these second viewings, v unlike me)

The Phone Box (seemingly famous TV short I hadn't known about til recently. Pretty balls-out)

Land of the Lost (obvs purely Ferrell trying to cross into the children's market, but I kinda enjoyed it)

Viridiana (from the ridiculous [above] to the sublime to the ridiculous? Total classic obvs)

David (Ferrell short)

Knights Electric (short off the free bit of the BFI site, & something to do with those people who made the early 80s horror with the children's film school. Evocative for people like me who spent childhood holidays in Great Yarmouth, & pretty cool soundtrack)

A load more BFI shorts

Force Majeure (majestic)

Dinner For Schmucks (the remake of Le Diner De Cons - still pretty funny)

McDonald & Dodds catch-up (sorry not sorry)

Bottle Rocket short (I don't really like that guy's stuff, sorry, but I thought I would at least squeeze this in)

The Love Has Won doc (loonies)

Tropic Thunder (very funny)

A couple of Dave Gorman DVDs

The Tower series 3 (not amazing, but kinda drawn in now)

Gone Girl (they deserve each other)

The Budding Prospects pilot, and

Louie Bluie (very good - making the not overly-productive Terry Zwigoff only the second director I've completed on after David Lynch)

Chasing Shadows (old Reece Shearsmith detective series that seemingly didn't get picked up for more, leaving it hanging annoyingly)

Sometime around here, I also watched virtually the whole of Shakespeare & Hathaway (sorry not sorry)

Dark Horse (second try - kinda put off by the music at first, which I read a great explanation for afterwards)

Damsels In Distress (into this)

Wild Tales (good stuff)

Thursday's Children (extra on the If DVD. Safe to say it would be...erm...made differently these days)

Scratch (turntablist doc)

Entr'acte (very early experimental short, nicely trippy)

I Confess (I think the main complaint about this at the time just shows how insular people used to be [still are?] about other faiths - I found it totally convincing, & kinda gripping)

The Wrong Man (another Hitchcock gripper)

Shaolin Chastity Kung Fu (considering how generic this looked for a chance DVD-for-pennies find - only really picked up for the bonkers title- I thought this was jolly good. Made me think I ought to watch more like it)

London (finally got through the Keiller doc on about the third go. The conceit of the storyline was kinda annoying me to start with, but I will forgive it!!)

Grosse Pointe Blank (neither should be as forgotten as it seems to be on the whole nor as cult as it is to some. Decent watch though)

Devil & the Deep (very early Cary Grant performance in this. I was gonna turn this off but it got left on, & I'm glad it is. Stagey, but solid)

The Wrecking Crew (one of those extremely bad ones with Ice T in. A kinda So Bad It's Bad chore)

Ciao Ciao (another chance DVD find, & a very happy one. Fairly recent, & worth seeking out)

Wild Gals of the Naked West (I persevered with this early Russ Meyer, & I'm not sure why really, cos it is complete rubbish!)

Ms 45 (on about the third go - something a bit artificial putting me off at the start I think - once it gets going, pretty brutal stuff)

Fear City (another Abel F - bit glitzier, but in a sleazy way. I liked it)

Schlock cinema doc

Intolerance (started this loads of times, looking for a half-decent print. Found the optimum one in the end. Extravagant sets of course, but not exactly one for most modern cinema viewers, very clearly upgraded in recent times because people can't bear to say that Birth of A Nation is The One anymore. None of this is to say it is bad though, because it most certainly is not)

Gun Crazy (so glad I finally found this. Awesome)

The Bakery Girl of Monceau (if I was the bakery girl of Monceau, or indeed, the other girl, I'd have binned him off on principal, for spending most of the 20 minute run time littering the streets of Paris with pastry wrappers)

Le Samourai (very stylish)

Murder By Contract (only just read about this before I watched it - another film noir banger)

The Big Boss (pretty brutal Bruce Lee one, but leavened with goofy humour, like leaving man-shape holes where he punched people through walls etc!)

Fist of Fury

Doc on Roger Corman's version of The Fantastic 4

Made In Britain (a pearler)

Death Wish 3 (when I went back & realised I had got this far in the series & that this one is considered a So Bad... one. And how! Deffo looking out for this on DVD, would really enjoy a rewatch sometime. Bananas)

The rest of Dekalog (I was a bit unfair on this before, saying it is overrated. I love Kieslowski, & it is absolutely excellent, it is just that you get the slight whiff that it is like Finnegan's Wake, more referenced than actually seen, or whatever, destined for greatness for the (admittedly excellent) concept, & for the bleak Eastern European vibe (just reading a book on him & apparently he made it LESS so by leaving out queues, ration cards etc), but it IS restrained by the TV format, & unlikely to be grasped all at once cos there's so much of it. So many great ones though, & thoroughly rewatchable, I'm sure)

What About Me (I've been trying a load from that wave recently & this is the only one I got through - kinda charming in its own way, & every few seconds it is like "Hey, isn't that...?", she must be real personable to get all those faces involved)

The Family Friend (a friend has tried to get me to watch Il Divo & I kinda need to concentrate on that, with its labyrinthine politics, but this earlier one by the guy is something of a triumph- what a creation the main character is!)

Life During Wartime

Wiener-Dog

Fear, Anxiety & Depression (last 3 all Solondz - I persevered with this barely functional last one [his first] in order to say...Solondz is the THIRD director I have completed on!)

The Campaign (another good Ferrell one, I think, although I have also rejected a few of his under the radar recently - generally cheapo early stuff or when he is trying to do more dramatic stuff)

Downhill (the Ferrell version of Force Majeure, which I know I shouldn't like & certainly isn't the original, but I still did)

Doc on I Spit On Your Grave

Multiple Maniacs (did take a couple goes, but once you get into the swing of it, impressively bonkers/sleazy)

Serial Mom (the easier version of the above vibe!)

La Chienne (glad I came across this, referenced as the origin of a later one I forget the name of - really tophole early French one, quite visceral)

Boudu Saved From Drowning (same director & lead as above? Very funny)

While the City Sleeps (solid+ Lang)

Wonderland (more for the story than the chops, but impressive names on the cast)

Touch of Evil (double-sleazoid)

The Steamroller & the Violin (the first Tarkovsky I've made it through, I'm afraid, & it's a short feature, but I certainly liked it)

Grown-Ups (really loved this Mike Leigh TV play, with a superlative cast of Leigh regulars. If you like him, seek it out)

Meantime (also v good from Leigh)

Some early Alan Clarke TV plays

A bunch of Kieslowski shorts

The Short & Curlies (excellent Mike Leigh short)

Some Svankmajer shorts

Some classic experimental shorts, most notably Conner's Report, which is hardcore

Ordet (banger)

Shadows In Paradise (great joy to see another wonderful Kaurismaki, must really get more of these seen)

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde

Act 5, page 3896-3904

TG: i remember waking up here

TG: after getting shot

TT: Yes.

TT: What else?

TG: then the cage bunny came

TG: he gave us the bomb

TG: whered he go anyway

TT: She's around.

TG: the bunnys a she

TT: Her name is Liv Tyler.

TG: dumb

TT: Take it up with John.

TT: What else?

TG: we were talking about who should go

TT: Do you remember what we decided?

TG: no

TG: wait

TG: wasnt i going to go

TG: is that what happened did i go and now im dead

TT: Not quite.

TG: whats not quite

TG: that i didnt go or that im not dead

TT: Do you remember anything else?

TG: no

TT: What about why you went to fight Jack?

TG: sure

TG: i did that

TG: because i wanted to

TG: and because i was supposed to

TT: Are you sure?

TG: yeah i saw my future self fighting him so obviously that had to happen or else id be dead anyway

TG: without even getting the satisfaction of standing up to him

TT: So was your decision a result of desire or obligation?

TG: hard to explain

TG: with all the time shit going on

TG: i dont try to understand your light shit do i

TT: I don't know much about the Light Shit, to be honest.

TT: I may have missed my chance to figure it out.

TG: havent we had this conversation already

TT: Mostly.

TT: I'm doing what I can to jog your memory.

TG: its jogging i guess

TG: its manboobs are jiggling a little

TT: Nice.

TT: So what about Jade?

TG: what

TT: You didn't tell her your expedition with her would result in your death, let alone one she'd inadvertently cause.

TT: Or that she'd be stuck with the job of resuscitating you. Did you?

TG: what am i really supposed to say

TG: hey were gonna hunt frogs til you shoot me through the jack

TG: then i die and youve got to make out with me

TG: that kind of changes how the whole thing goes doesnt it

TT: Not if you're "supposed to," right?

TG: what does that even mean

TT: I guess you're right. No reason to make an effort to empathize if doing so comes at the price of oblivion.

TG: wtf

TT: It must be comforting to have your ASPD tacitly supported by predestination.

TG: aspd

TT: Antisocial personality disorder.

TG: oh no

TG: this conversation just got bumrushed by a mudslide of fucking awful

TT: It wasn't already awful, believing you might be dead?

TG: you dont know anything

TG: about what i was feeling or what happened on lofaf

TG: you were all pavement faced and babbling your throefester speak and flipping off the shit with your own crazy deathwish thing why do you think you know what was going through my head

TG: youre just assuming and throwing around psyche buzzwords like aspd complex disorder

TT: So it's a disorder, a complex, and then a disorder again for good measure?

TG: in your case probably

TT: Sounds like a positively delirious state of existence.

TG: its some delirious biznasty alright

TT: Oh... snap?

TG: yes ima authorize a GOD DAMN you may swipe it at the door to check yourself into the burn ward

TT: Might you loosen the purse strings on an "Oh no he didn't?"

TG: nah those are kept in emergency reserve for yo mama jokes from the 90s

TG: anyway

TG: im telling you if i said anything at all about it she probably doesnt even fire her gun once and all im doing is dragging her into a doomed timeline with me

TT: I guess I'm learning to be impressed by your sense of obligation to inevitable misfortune. It's a strange case of inspiration through futility.

TG: none of this is that big a deal

TG: i just mentioned the basics to her

TG: that id stop time traveling soon

TG: break out of the loops

TG: not have to wonder all the time if i was taking a wrong turn and dooming everybody

TG: i was never that cool with this

TT: With what, exactly?

TG: you know how you turned out to be this incredibly shitty seer of light and basically failed at that in every way imaginable

TT: Hey!

TG: well maybe i never wanted to be a knight of time

TG: maybe id rather just be like

TG: the dave of guy

TG: you know just some dude

TT: These really do not sound like the words of someone ready to face his own death.

TT: The kind you don't wake up from, I mean.

TG: i guess not

TG: guess i failed my quest then

TG: so im like

TG: now what bitches

TG: to nobody in particular i guess

TT: The unseen bitches callously conspiring to expect greatness from you?

TG: yes those exact bitches

TT: If that's how you feel,

TT: Then why did you insist on going on the mission to deliver The Tumor?

TT: Black-and-whitened for giant yin-yang bomb.

TG: oh yeah

TG: i remember that now

TG: then i guess thats what happened

TG: i delivered the bomb and now i must be dead

TT: Are you sure?

TG: is that wrong

TT: Maybe you should try to answer the question. Why did you want to go?

TG: because i made the map so i know how to get there better

TT: But it seems simple enough. A set of bearings to follow.

TT: See? The application pilots the moon. Change course when necessary. Anyone can do it, really.

TT: We talked about this. Debated, if you recall.

TG: ok if you remember it all so clearly why are you grilling me on this shit

TG: will you just tell me whats going on

TT: I'm just seeing if you can remember. And if you're sticking to your story, about why you should be the one to go.

TG: well i am

TG: because i should

TG: or should have

TG: man what the fuck is going on

TG: am i dead or are you dead or what

TT: You're almost there, really. Just try to remember a little more.

TT: What happened after we decided you'd go?

TG: uh

TG: oh yeah

TG: we were trying to figure out a way to detach the moon

TG: so i could pilot it out there

TG: fly it into the sun

TG: but the chain was huge

TG: couldnt think of how to break it

TG: then out of nowhere this sword appears in the thing

TG: so im thinking obviously i have to break the sword somehow

TG: because thats all i fucking do is break swords

TG: but as im thinking of how to do it i put my hand on it

TG: and it just snaps off with this comical shattering noise

TG: like i just fucked up some priceless shit in the louvre

TG: see like that

TG: like i did again just there with my hand

TG: cause of dreambubbles

TG: remember when that happened

TT: Mm hm.

TG: then i took it and sliced the chain

TG: like this

TG: damn

TG: it still cuts like its plowing through a shaft of boneless zombie meat

TT: Careful.

TT: I just managed to quell my appetite after all that burger talk.

TG: whoops

TG: yeah

TG: so then

TG: the moon started drifting away

TG: and i was going to fly up

TG: and take it to the sun

TG: and i said something to you

TG: or i was going to

TG: like say bye or something

TG: but you were just standing there not saying anything

TG: holding that ball of yarn

TG: and then

TG: oh

TG: god thats right

TG: come on

TG: knocking me out so you can steal the suicide mission

TG: god dammit

TG: that is so trite

TT: I really am sorry for that.

TG: its like

TG: heres how bad this is

TG: were are basically bruce willis and ben affleck from johns shitty crappy movie

TG: you made this even more armageddon than it already was

TG: sealing me in the air lock so i can go home to liv tyler and have the most terrible babies with her

TT: If it's any consolation, Liv Tyler came with me on the suicide mission.

TG: the bunny or the actress

TT: Which would make you feel better?

TG: you not knocking me out with a ball of fucking yarn is fucking what

TT: If I could have chosen a method of sparing your life you might have found more awesome, I would.

TT: Is there an "ironic" way to do that?

TG: this probably comes close but that doesnt make it not lame as hell

TT: Does it matter if I took some personal satisfaction seeing you fall unconscious at the gentle glance of a soft cotton globe?

TG: its cool you are so tickled by this i hope it brought you a lot of rad laughs on your way to go fucking explode

TT: ...

TG: so thats it

TG: im actually lying here on derse asleep

TG: and you went out there and blew up the sun

TG: and now youre dead and im dream chilling with your smug ghost

TT: Yes to the first part.

TG: so youre not dead

TT: Not yet.

TG: then youre dreaming

TG: what youre taking a little nap on the moon in the middle of nowhere

TT: Afraid not!

TT: I am wide awake.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Vengeance & Nightmares

Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Summary: You confront Bruce with the fact that he hasn't been sleeping, and his eye twitches as the mention of Dream. He does not enjoy the nagging so much that he sleeps out of spite, willing a gun in his thoughts as he did so.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Sibling arguments, angry delirious & sleep deprived!Bruce, angst ig, briefest mentions of injury, girl please idk if i have to keep saying there is no incest in this but i will because if any of you come with that I will riot, typos, etc.

A/N: This isn't necessarily a part 2 but yeah i have another wayne!reader fic you might wanna check out. Also i made a technical p3 I'm tagging @lexi-anastasia @igotanidea because they seemed to like the first one lol also my loves @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

Bruce grunts, holding the strained part of his ribcage as he walks over to his computer chair.

His chair then swivels unexpectedly which makes him freeze. He grunts at what he sees, tension leaving him quickly, "get off my chair."

"You mean," I look at his injured face and torn suit, "the chair I bought because you lost 2 inches of your height after hunching over for days."

I narrow my eyes as he walks over to me.

"Yes, yes, thank you," he says, grabbing me then unceremoniously ripping me off his spot where he heavily plops down.

I groan at his actions, eye twitching at the sound of his quick typing. I do not pullback my punch on his arm, which causes a loud thud to echo in the bat cave along with his whine.

Bruce snaps to me and screams my name out in annoyance and anger.

"Dream told me you have not been sleeping for two weeks!"

At once, he shoots up, peering down at me angrily.

I am not in the slightest intimidated, "he said he's been anticipating you but you have not-"

"Do you and your boyfriend have nothing better to talk about?"

I roll my eyes, "besides the fact you've clearly not been listening to all the times I've chastised you for not going to bed-"

Bruce scoffs.

"-you've also not been listening to my stories about my relationship with Dream."

His eye twitches before he turns away and sits back down, "and why would I care about your relationship with him."

"Well, for starters he's not my boyfriend, we're taking it slow after he proposed again, but you obviously don't even-."

"Mmm, no, I know. It's a wise decision of a fool to go about with no labels with a man who clearly-"

Bruce does not get to continue when I kick his chair roughly and he shoots away to the other side of the room, office chair wheels whirring.

He calls my name out again but I ignore him and I begin to type away on his computer.

He is standing behind me when the profile pops up on screen: Dream of the Endless, a subfolder of Death, Delirium, ??? is attached.

I glare up at him and cross my arms, "maybe instead of sleuthing like a moron, you can just as me, ask him about whatever it is you need to know."

"The moron sleuth talks herself," Bruce presses the Esc button, "I know everything I need to know about your not boyfriend, little girl."

"You are," I pinch my fingers together tightly, "insufferable!"

"Clearly, it's genetic."

I shove him away, knowing well he was injured underneath his armor, and storm off.

Just then, Alfred, who was holding a tray of medical equipment freezers. I give him a look as I leave, "let him suffer, Alfred."

"Yes, I have withheld the pain killers, ma'am."

Bruce only turns to Alfred when he hands him a pill bottle.

"You should listen to your sister for once."

He looks at the sleeping pills in Alfred's grip and feels his pulse quicken. His eye begins to twitch, "fine," he grabs it, "I have business I need to discuss with her not boyfriend anyway."

Alfred sighs deeply.

Dream senses him the moment he made it to the Dreaming.

"Bruce," the king of Dreams greets the elder Wayne with a soft smile, "I am glad to finally have-"

The sound of a gun cocking stops him.

The two stare at each other for a long moment.

Bruce's breathing is taxed, his arm is shaking, his eyes were blown. He was severely fatigued, even in his dreams, because that was how he was projecting himself.

Dream narrows his eyes at him, "you think you can harm me in my realm?"

"No, but it will get my point across," Bruce mutters and begins shooting. Though there is a sound of gunshots, instead of bullets, cherry candies fall to the ground, the exact one Wayne the younger absolutely adores.

Bruce twitches at the sight of it and throws the gun at Dream. It turns into a butterfly midway.

Dream allows him to charge at him. He is grabbed by the collar, shaken angrily by Bruce, but he only looks at him blankly.

"You know damn well why I don't sleep," he seethes, "you are the one that wills these nightmares into my mind to torment me."

"I do not will nightmares to torment you any more than I do anyone else."

"So, you think you are so just with your cruelty?"

"You think yourself so clever, but you would not understand my mind anymore than ant could."

"Oh, but I know you well enough," Bruce clenches his Dream's collar, grip shaking in anger, "my nightmares have changed ever since you started messing around with my sister."

Dream's expression barely falters, but it does not matter, he caught it. Bruce caught him.

He shoves him off, but he does not budge. Bruce pulls away, finally finding it in himself to gather some composure.

"You care for her a great deal-"

"She's my sister."

"-and I am not trying to steal her from you."

Bruce narrows his eyes, "you cannot steal her from me because she does not belong to me."

"Then I am not trying to steal your moments with her," Dream rephrases.

Bruce looks at him for a moment. A butterfly flutters between them.

"It would surprise you to know that your will dictates your own dreams as much as mine," Dream says, placing his hands behind his back, "I had meant to give you a peaceful dream but you dreamt it all on your own."

Bruce freezes.

Dream watches him intently.

"The dream at the toy shop."

"Yes."

"... that wasn't you?"

"No."

Bruce could not stop himself form knitting his brows deeply, feeling his throat constrict along with his chest.

"You are too hard on yourself, Bruce," Dream says, pulling a toy robot from behind him, "too hard on your sister."

Bruce doesn't take it. He only stares at the outdated thing and allows tears to fall from his eyes.

"Sleeping regularly will allow you not to be."

"Don't tell me what to do, old man," Bruce eyes him darkly, "my father's dead, and you sure as hell won't act like mine."

Batman clenches his jaw tightly, scrutinizing his sister's preference in the Endless, "and stay out of my dreams."

Lord Morpheus feels the boy struggle with himself.

Bruce abruptly wakes up, tense in his bed. He relaxes when he realizes he successfully woke himself up.

[ameliora-j]

𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥 // 𝕣𝕨 𝕩 𝕙𝕡 𝕩 𝕟𝕝 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → you ask vampire!ron and his friends to use you however they want

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → smut, blood kink, spit kink, vampire au, predator/prey, foursome, anal, plugs, squirting, overstimulation, oral (m! and f!receiving), heavy degradation, a little bit of praise, blood consumption, power imbalance, hints of dubcon, safeword is in place, hair pulling, choking, mention of bruising, dacryphilia, creampie, vibrator, spanking, clit spanking, power imbalance, i didn’t write the aftercare but aftercare does occur after

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 → 4.4k

𝕒/𝕟 → babe wake up ameliora-j is posting again

the conversation occurred one night after you had come down from the amazing high that ron had given you. your breaths were heavy, your eyes clouded with lust, your mind foggy, and you looked like his chew toy. blood was dripping from your neck, both of your biceps, your hip, and both of your thighs. marks. he did this every time and it never failed to send you into wonderland. you smiled dazedly up at him on the bed, his cold and chiseled body pinning you to the bed as you deliriously murmured “i have a proposition.”

“yes beloved?” he hums softly.

“i want you to take me.” you murmur softly

“what?” he furrows his brows, slowly pulling himself out of you to lay beside you on the bed.

“you and your friends…” you murmur softly. “i have this fantasy of you guys chasing me. late at night in a dark alley, and then dragging me back to your place and taking me while i’m blindfolded,” you whisper shyly.

“and you wish that i make this real?” he hums, amusedly.

“yes please,” you whisper with a small nod.

“well then… whatever your filthy little mind desires beloved,” he murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to the arch of your brow. “now sleep little human. i worked you over pretty good,” he chuckles softly. with a nod of agreement, you turn to lay on his chest and fall into a peaceful dream. 

you expected it to happen. his friends all had cool powers, aside from super strength–mind reading, seeing the future, flying, mind control, power over emotions… not to mention they were all extremely luring. the very essence of them exuded lust and dominance. it happened so soon after the conversation. ron double and triple checked that you were okay with it before you actually followed through with the plan. he drove you to a mostly abandoned part of town. his friends were in the car with you two. ron drove while you rode shotgun. he drove you guys to an empty street and parked. “you ready?” he hummed softly, turning to look at you.

“yeah,” you nodded softly “ready ronnie,” you whispered.

“okay beloved. are you clear on the rules?” he asked. you nodded once more, causing ron to give you a pointed look, letting you know that he wanted to hear you recite them.

you took a deep breath, nodding once more before you began. “i get a ten second head start. run as fast as i can for as long as i can. no hiding spots, just running. when one of you catches up to me, i get to choose whether i want to run again or come willingly. if i run again then my punishment becomes much harsher. if at any point i want to stop the game, i say red. if i am unable to speak, i tap you three times and everything stops, and they leave. no questions asked.” you report, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“good girl,” ron whispers, kissing your head softly “i love you,” he murmurs. you repeat the words before getting out of the car and running as fast as you can. you knew that it was pointless. they were all much faster than you. their heightened senses allowed them to smell you. plus, ron was your mate. he could feel everything you felt. your scent was much stronger than any other smell infiltrating ron’s senses. 

it was erotic. you could feel every emotion that ron felt. the adrenaline, the arousal, the dominance, the lust. it was dripping off of him and you felt every single hormone coursing through your veins. your heart was pounding out of your chest, breath coming out in short pants as you raced through the empty streets. you were filled with both anxiety and lust. you could feel your soaked panties sticking to your core. your feet pounded against the pavement as you ran faster and faster. you weaved and dodged around trees and poles, swerving to take sharp turns as fast as your feet would allow you to.

you knew one of them was behind you, though you weren’t sure which one. you could hear him, his feet pounding against the pavement at a much faster pace than yours–though his superhuman speed allowed him to, so he was at a clear advantage currently. your breathing picked up and so did your heartbeat. you could feel him getting closer, his aura loomed over you. dark and brooding. you somehow knew that it wasn’t your ronnie, even though you couldn’t see him.

strong arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you harshly into a rock solid chest. you let out a loud squeal, shouting “no!” only to be met with a sadistic chuckle.

“your heart is beating like a hummingbird, little human,” he chuckled darkly. suddenly there was a whoosh beside you, your hair blowing in the wind they created. it was then that you discovered that it was harry’s hold you were currently in, as ron and neville appeared beside you.

“seems as though we’ve caught you, little human” ron smirked darkly at you.

“now i believe that you’ve got a choice to make,” neville smirked. 

“i…” you gulped loudly, taking a deep breath to compose yourself “i want to run,” you nod surely.

the three vampires surrounding you let out simultaneous brooding chuckles. “let ‘er go then harry,” ron smirked. harry nodded, releasing his tight grip on you and allowing you to run again. “ten!” ron called, and you wasted no more time. you jumped into action, sprinting as fast as you could into the dark night, all while you could still hear ron shouting out his countdown behind you.

“we’re coming little human!” he tauntingly called, and your heart rate sped up tenfold. you twisted and turned into dark alleys, running as fast as you humanly could and trying to get away from them. 

“found you,” you heard a macabre drawl behind you. 

“no!” you shrieked, dodging his hold and turning down another street. “fuck!” you shouted as you realized that the street was a dead end. 

“have you ceased your running beloved?” ron hummed from behind you.

“yes,” you whispered breathlessly. to human ears, the sound was inaudible, but you knew that his heightened senses allowed him to hear you. you heard three dark chuckles behind you and your shoulders sunk in defeat. 

“good girl,” ron grunted in your ear, stepping so his body was flush against yours. his hand gripped your throat, roughly tilting your head up. he buried his nose into the column of your throat, inhaling deeply up your jugular before sinking his teeth deep into his favorite spot on your neck. your knees buckled and you let out a high pitched moan, weakly falling back against him. he sucked softly at your neck, moaning into your throat. the action alone caused your clit to thrum against your panties and your cunt to clench around nothing. you could’ve cum on the spot just from the pleasure of drinking your blood. “your blood is orgasmic, beloved,” ron moaned softly into your neck. 

you lost time between ron biting your neck and you ending up in the playroom. a dark blindfold covered your eyes and all four of your limbs were tied to the bed. you were naked, spread eagle as they loomed above you—you couldn’t see them, but you could feel them. staring at you, like you were a fresh piece of steak. “we can hear your heartbeat, hummingbird,” you couldn’t see him… but you knew it was harry. he was the one that had referred to you as ‘hummingbird’ earlier.

“can also smell you,” neville. you had to venture a guess. it was a different voice from harry’s and you knew it wasn’t your ronnie. 

“you smell ravishing beloved,” ron murmured. “are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked softly. 

“yeah,” you nodded “ready,” you hummed softly. the silence was deafening. you only heard the sounds of belts being unbuckled and clothes shuffling off. 

“can they bite you, beloved?” ron hummed, suddenly beside your head as he stroked your hair.

“yeah,” you breathed out shakily. you heard the three men snickering as their bodies covered every inch of your skin. you let out a soft whine as you felt teeth sinking into your jugular, and you knew it was ron. two more sets of fangs pierced the meatiest part of your left hip, and the outside of your thigh. your mind was swimming in lust as each of them sucked at their respective parts of your body.

“fuck hummingbird. you truly do taste ravishing,” harry breathed. he sounded further than ron, but the fangs in your thigh were still more than present, so you gathered that he was sucking at your hip while neville fed from your thigh. you let out a squeal as neville further spread your thighs and used the hand that wasn’t holding your leg to gently rub your clit.

“oh” you moaned out, bucking your hips into his hand. ron shushed you gently, pulling away from your neck and licking at the blood that dripped from the two punctures as harry held your hips down. neville finally pulled his mouth away from your thigh, continuing to rub your clit in harsher circles as ron pressed his lips to yours and harry’s lips wrapped around your hardened nipple. you keened into ron’s mouth as neville pushed two fingers into your slippery opening and curled them up to hit your gspot.

“come on beloved,” ron whispered softly against your lips “know it never takes you long,” he teases with a dark chuckle. neville’s thumb moved to circle around your clit as harry continued to suck and tweak your hardened nipples. your mind was swimming, your cunt dripping onto neville’s hand as your back careened off of the mattress into a high c shape as your orgasm exploded onto his arm and chest. “good girl,” ron chuckled softly.

they allowed you a few seconds of recuperation before springing into action again. “untie ‘er,” ron hummed softly. “wanna get a go at all ‘er pretty holes tonight,” he murmured to his friends. you whimpered softly at the prospect of three vampires taking turns on each of your holes all night. ron alone was already very well endowed, and you could only assume that all of his friends were as well. you felt the ropes being undone from your limbs and you were manhandled into a new position. 

you could hear whispers, but you couldn’t make out what they said, as they decided upon the rotation of your holes. you felt like a cheap whore—giving your holes up to three men, two of whom were basically strangers. yet somehow, you loved every second of it. they spoke about you as if you weren’t in the room as they moved you around into new positions and passed you around like a rag doll. 

you felt large hands around your waist, flipping you around to be laid on your tummy before pulling your hips up and pressing the heel of their palm into your shoulder blades. your ass and cunt were on perfect display, and your head buried in the sheets. “turn your head,” you heard a rough grunt. you had no time to process before a hand was gripping your jaw and roughly turning your head to the side. 

fingers began to twist the plug that ron had used to stretch you before your little game of “tag.” they were all preparing to ravish you, and wreck each of your holes until you had no thoughts in your brain but them and their cocks. the plug was pulled from you and you heard the cap of the lube opening as three cocks lined up with each of your holes. there was no warning before they began, each of them sheathing the entire length of themselves into you. you coughed and gagged and sputtered around the cock in your mouth as the one in your pussy pistoned into your gspot. 

hands gripped your hair, pulling and pushing you off of their cock as they thrusted roughly, deep into the back of your throat. “fuck this little ass is gripping me like a vice,” you heard one of them groan out. 

“pretty little cunt is creaming around me. god look at this, filthy little fucking slut, y’makin a mess,” ron tsked teasingly. a hand came and wrapped itself around your throat, making the owner of the cock in your mouth let out a loud moan as fingers twirled your clit around.

“atta girl, cum again hummingbird,” harry teased, leaning in and piercing your neck with his fangs once again. 

“‘s okay beloved, just keep cummin’” ron beckoned “this isn’t for you baby, you're just our little toy for the night” ron hummed. your body convulsed around the three boys, your nails scratching at ron’s chest as you felt yourself soaking his abdomen. 

“oh fuck” neville groaned loudly as his cum shot down your throat. you sputtered over it due to the unexpectedness, but he grabbed your throat “swallow it, slut” he grunted out, roughly slapping your cheek with the palm of his hand. you moaned loudly, following his instruction and swallowing his cum before you felt them pulling out and switching your position again. 

in this new position, you were sitting on one of their laps, your legs spread wide, being parted by their thighs. the blindfold was torn off of your eyes and you were met with ron standing above you with a dark smirk. you sat on neville’s lap and harry was laid between your spread thighs on his tummy. “keep your eyes open,” ron mumbled “watch us wreck you,” he smirked before pushing his cock between your lips. neville pushed into your ass as harry’s lips wrapped around your clit. your moans were loud, only being muffled by ron’s cock as he pistoned into your mouth, surely bruising your throat. 

you were stretched wide around neville’s cock, your nails digging into his thigh as the three men all had their way with you. this is exactly what you desired. if you were to look down at your body, you were nearly positive that you would look like their chew toy right now. before you knew it, your cum was leaking out of your hole and into harry’s accepting mouth. they didn’t let up, in fact they only went harder. ron gripped your head to keep it still as he fucked roughly into your mouth, no care for the discomfort and bruises that it was leaving your throat with. 

you choked around ron’s cock as neville held a tight grip on your hips, keeping you in place as he fucked up into your tight hole. you heard the vibrations before you felt them. strong and harshly placed directly onto your clit as harry’s tongue fucked into your sopping hole.

“such a little fucking slut,” neville grunted as his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. you moaned loudly around ron’s cock as you came once again on harry’s face. ron moaned loudly as he came down your throat and you swallowed around him.

“how many is that now, hummingbird?” harry teased “four?” he hummed out.

“worthless little whore,” ron teased “open your mouth,” he demanded, squeezing your cheeks roughly. you opened your mouth, lolling out your tongue and allowing each of the three boys to spit into the open cavern. ron forcibly shut your jaw once more, making you swallow as they switched around their positions again. this time, ron took your ass, harry your mouth, and neville your pussy. 

neville roughly turned you to be laying on your stomach as he laid beneath you and ron kneeled up on the bed behind you. they wasted no time before beginning to pound into your well overworked holes. your face was buried in neville’s neck, moaning loudly as they continued to pound into you, no care for your wellbeing or pleasure. you were swimming in ecstasy, braindead with how well they were fucking you. you were sure to have bruises on your body tomorrow morning—reminders of how well they were currently fucking you over. 

before you could even register anything, you were cumming on neville’s cock for the fifth time that night. you were way past overstimulated. you were pliant, your body malleable and unwilling to fight off their grips—not that you wanted to anyway. your head was spinning with pleasure as they pulled out of you, neville cumming on your tummy and ron on your ass before they were switching your position once more.

“no,” you whined softly, gently pushing at harry’s abdomen as his tip gently prodded your sopping wet hole.

“no?” harry chuckled teasingly, slapping your clit with the head of his cock “baby, you’re fuckin drenched” he laughed softly.

“you’re fine beloved,” ron hummed softly “just a few more. spread your legs and take it like the good little whore i know you can be,” he nodded. you whimpered softly, spreading your thighs wider and allowed harry to push into you. this one was much softer than the rest. his thrusts were slow, but deliberate. harry bent your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge directly into your gspot just as ron placed the vibrator on your clit on the lowest setting. you moaned aloud at the sensation, the sound being cut off by neville pushing his cock into your mouth and thrusting slowly. 

this pace allowed you the bit of rest and recuperation that you needed. they took it slow, allowing you to catch your breath and really feel the sensations that they were giving your body. “good girl,” harry whispered as he felt you clenching around him, soaking his cock in your sixth release of the night as he pulled out, stroking his cock until he released onto your mound. at the same time, neville pulled out of your mouth, rapidly stroking his cock until he came on your face with a loud moan.

“you look so pretty like this,” ron whispered, stroking your hair behind your ear as he took harry’s place between your legs. harry positioned himself in front of your face as neville grabbed the vibrator. one thing about vampires… they had some serious stamina. ron could go all night if you allowed him to. 

you whimpered quietly as neville pressed the vibrator to your clit—this setting slightly higher than the one that harry had used. ron slowly pushed into your pussy, groaning at the feeling of your tight, messy hole stretching around him as harry slowly fucked your mouth. you were a mess of your own cum, drool, and blood. their cum painted your body as well—making you the prettiest canvas they could ever have created. 

harry pushed deep into your throat, forcing your head down into the tuft of curls at the base of his cock and holding you there as ron repeatedly slammed into your gspot. you struggled to breathe through your nose, choking over the profundity of the cock that was currently in your mouth. neville spread your swollen lips, pushing back the hood of your clit and pressing the vibrator directly onto the swollen red button. harry pulled back from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the head to your lips as drool dripped down your chin and onto your chest.

tears spilled from your eyes rapidly as you took lungfulls of air in, choking over breaths as ron continued to assault your gspot. you had given up fighting by now, lying pliant as they had their way with you. this was exactly what you asked for. to be fucked and ravished like a filthy, cheap whore. “fuck,” harry grunted, pulling out of your mouth and cumming on your chest as ron stroked his dick to finish onto your tummy. neville pulled the vibrator away, spanking your clit harshly, causing you to cry out as your release squirted all over the two boys between your legs.

“want ‘er from behind,” neville grunted as they switched positions once more, manhandling you onto your hands and knees. ron sat on the bed beside your head, pulling you so that you were knelt between his spread thighs and forcing your head down onto his cock. neville spanked your ass a few times before pushing his cock into your wrecked cunt. harry pushed the vibrator onto your clit as neville pushed two fingers into your ass, thrusting them in time with his sharp thrusts against your gspot. you whimpered around ron’s thick cock as he gripped your hair tightly, moving your head up and down on his cock. drool was dripping down around him, creating a small puddle on the bed between his legs as he forced his cock down your throat. 

you let out a scream around his cock as harry turned the vibrator onto the highest setting, placing it directly on your clit. neville pulled out and you felt his cum hitting the backs of your thighs as ron’s cum shot into your mouth and you squirted once more. “don’t swallow,” ron demanded. “open your mouth. i want to watch it drip down your body like the filthy fucking whore that you are,” he chuckled sadistically. you followed his order, opening your mouth wide and allowing his cum and your drool to fall from your mouth in a perfect mixture, sliding slowly down your chin and chest. 

ron slid down, laying his head on the pillow and grabbing your hips, pulling you to straddle his face. you moaned out, reaching forward to grip the headboard as neville roughly bent you over, pushing his cock into your puckering hole. your moans were endless as ron ruthlessly licked and sucked at your cunt while neville completely wrecked your hole. harry began to stroke his cock, moaning outright at the pornographic scene before his eyes as you came all over ron’s face. “can’ take more,” you whined.

“we already told you we don’t care little human,” neville chuckled darkly, pushing his hips against your ass and groaning as he came.

“this is not for you, hummingbird,” harry grunted, kneeling up and painting your back with his cum.

“you’re merely three holes for the pleasure of three men,” ron hummed softly, pulling off of your sensitive clit with a small ‘pop.’

“you better not waste a single drop of my cum, slut,” neville commanded, enunciating his point with a rough slap to your ass as he pulled out, allowing ron to take over your ass and harry your cunt. you whined softly as your knees gave out, sinking yourself further onto harry’s mouth as ron fucked into you with fervor. neville knelt beside you, taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock, he wrapped his hand around your’s and stroked his cock as you violently twitched in the hold of the three men. 

harry wasn’t letting up the pace of his mouth on your cunt, continuing to lick and suck violently at your clit as you convulsed on top of him. “gonna cum beloved. you gonna take it like a good sllut?” ron grunted, his fangs piercing your neck once more.

“yes,” you whined “yes yes yes fuck!” you yelled, squirting on harry’s face as neville’s cum shot into your hand and ron’s in your ass.

“don’t waste a drop you ungrateful little slut,” ron demanded, slapping your ass as he pulled out and they switched positions once more. this time, harry had your ass and neville your cunt. you fell limply on your bed, neville holding your hips still as you twitched in overstimulation on his face while harry rapidly fucked your ass. ron’s cock looked so inviting as he stroked it in front of your face. you lolled your tongue out, hoping to catch even a small drop when he inevitably finished.

he chuckled at the trance his cock had you in. “filthy little girl,” harry grumbled, gripping your throat tightly and pulling you so that your back was forced against his chest as he forced his cock into your ass over and over. “gonna fill you up slut. the way you always should be,” he grunted, groaning loudly as he came deep in your ass, filling you to the brim with the seed of the three men. you whimpered as he released your throat, forcing you to fall onto the bed with nothing to hold you up, just as ron released all over your face. you moaned loudly, cumming on the spot as harry pushed a thick plug into your ass. “gotta keep you nice ‘n full hummingbird,” he hummed, patting the plug before slapping your ass a few times. 

ron lifted you up, roughly manhandling you to the floor, tying your wrists behind your back and then to your ankles. “look at us,” he commanded as they all began to rapidly stroke their cocks.

“open your mouth,” neville grunted as he fucked his cock. you followed his order, lolling out your tongue as you stared up at them with glossy eyes. the three of them let out simultaneous loud moans as their cum spurted out of their cocks and onto your face, chest, and tongue. 

“don’t swallow yet,” ron demanded as they all kneeled, ron behind you and neville and harry next to one of your thighs. you moaned loudly as you felt their fangs sink into your skin, ron piercing his favorite place on your neck. they sucked for a few seconds before ron gripped your throat and forced your head up. he smirked darkly at you, lips stained red as he spit your blood into your mouth. the feeling was erotic. neville and harry each followed suit before ron gripped your jaw, forcing your mouth closed “now swallow slut,” he hummed. you didn’t dare disobey him.

you looked like the perfect mixture of a pornstar. your hair was a mess, and your body was dripping with their cum and your drool, plug nestled in your ass, keeping you full of their cum. your cunt was dripping with mixtures of your cum and their’s. your face was stained with a mixture of their cum, and your makeup and tears, and blood dripped from the small puncture wounds that the three vampires inflicted on various parts of your body. you looked ethereal.

“this is how you should always look, beloved” ron chuckled darkly.

“never forget that, hummingbird,” harry smirked at you.

“our pretty little painted whore,” neville hummed softly.

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[littlepadika]

🎀 pink (Din)

🧼 laundry detergent (fake dating)

🍄cottage core (innocent kink)

with some fluff and smut included maybe?? 🥺👉👈💘

Hi @ppslutt I don't think we've interacted so hello! Thank you for this request! Omg i am both soft and amused by this idea. Hope you like this... Din is such a cheeky bb but at the same time a feral fucking machine hehe

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Asshole ex boyfriend, protective mando, innocent reader, unprotected piv smut, fingering, 18+

source: @reilink

"Can I sit here?"

Din startled. He had been glaring holes into the metal table at the cantina for so long he almost forgot there were other people around. He was in between bounties. Waiting for Karga to come up with something worth his time.

He nodded at the seat across from him which you fell into. He would usually say no, preferring to be left alone, but you were hardly a threat. Young and apparently unarmed. You looked stressed. Eyes darting all over the room. Were you in trouble?

"Thank you." You tapped your fingertips on the table. "My ex is here and I don't want him to see me alone."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." You stare down at your lap. "I just don't want to talk to him."

That made sense, but Din couldn't understand why you were talking to him specifically. Most people feared Mandalorians. He expected you to want to hire him or ask him to kill your ex. You glanced over your shoulder. Din followed your gaze, identifying the man in question, an arrogant looking human with his arm around a girl with her back to you both.

"I'll leave you alone in a minute." You turned your attention back to him. "What's your name, sir?"

"Mando." He grunted. You replied with your name. Din's ears perked up when he heard it. The sound of it echoing in his mind. He had never heard such a name before. "Have you ever seen a Mandalorian before?" Din couldn't help but ask.

"Is that what you are?" You felt embarrassed at his amused tone. "Am I supposed to bow or something?"

Din chuckled, which came out as a crackle through the voice coder. "No. But people tend to stay away from me because- because we're killers."

"Oh." You swallowed a gasp. It never occurred to you to be afraid. "I didn't know. I've never been off world."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snapped your head up to see your ex standing over you, an angry look on his face. "I thought you didn't like going out."

"I-I can go where I please!" You jut your chin out.

"Fucking bitch. You're just spying on me, aren't you?" Your ex spat. Din clenched his fist, not liking the way this bastard was speaking to you. He could easily break this man's arm and hardly break a sweat.

"I'm not!" You cried shrilly. "I didn't know you'd even be here."

"What are you doing with him?" Your ex turned to Mando with a sneer. "Tryin to make me jealous?"

"Obviously it worked." You glared. "Now go away."

"No hang on- you're gonna come with me and we're gonna talk."

"I think it's time for you to go." Din rested his hand on his holster, his voice impossibly low. You shivered in your seat.

"Whatever." The man gave up, backing up a little. "Good luck with this one, Mando. She's a prude."

You looked down in shame feeling angry tears sting your eyes. It was hard to believe you once loved this asshole. Din felt his temper flare in his chest. Your ex finally left, looking over his shoulder a few times to watch you and Din.

"I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I'll leave you alone now."

"I don't mind." Din said, surprising himself. He hated seeing you so upset. He thought about going up to that bastard and putting a hole in his chest, but that wouldn't make you feel better. "Can I get you something?"

"I don't know." You looked up at the bar trying to read the menu overhead.

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?" Din joked, hoping to see you smile. It worked. You let out a small giggle into your hand that made Din's heart constrict strangely. He ordered you a Tatooine Sunset.

"You don't want one?"

"No. Thank you." Din hesitated before adding "I don't remove my helmet."

"Ever?" Your eyes widened.

"Not in front of people."

"Oh." You took a small sip. "It's really yummy. Thank you."

Din noticed the prick from earlier still watching you both. "Come over here, ad'ika." He tapped the seat next to him.

"Why?" You asked, looking up from your cup.

"Because that nurf herder is watching us."

"Oh." You frowned, moving to sit next to Mando.

"Lean into me."

"Like this?" You asked again, tilting your head onto his cold beskar paldron.

"Yes. Good." Din nodded, enjoying the look of anger that passed over that bastard's face. "Sit closer."

"I-I am." You blushed, moving until your legs were pressed against him. He wasn't super comfortable with all the metal.

"On my lap, ad'ika." Din patted his thigh. He was being bold but something about your instant trust in him made him want to hold you closer. Feel your soft body on his. You go bright red as you stand and then perch on his knee. His gloved hand covered your lower back.

"Look at him." Din instructed, smirking behind his helmet.

"Oh he's so mad." You giggled. "This is fun, mando."

"It is, ad'ika." Din couldn't' help but agree.

"Wh-what does adeeka mean?" Your tongue got caught on the syllables.

"It means 'little one'."

"I'm-i'm not a child." You frowned, ducking your head. A weak objection as you were sitting in his lap right now.

"It's not just for children." Din placed another arm around your legs, pulling them more securely onto his lap. He regretted that he was in full armor because he could not feel you but that was also probably a good thing or else he'd be hard. You smelled divine.

"Mando he's still staring." You whispered against his cowl which was surprisingly soft.

"Shall we make him even more uncomfortable?"

"Mhm." You nodded, kissing Mando on his cool beskar helmet, where his cheek would be. "How's that?"

"You can do better than that." Din encouraged, enjoying the little game.

"Oh yeah!" You grinned, feeling your competitive spirit rising. "How about this?" You lowered your head, leaning against his neck, kissing him through the cowl. You could feel his warm neck and strong pulse against your lilps. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening over your thigh.

"We should walk out now. Really make him jealous." Din suggested, mostly to stop you from giving him a full on erection.

"Oh yeah." You hopped off his lap, taking his large leather clad hand in yours. "Come on."

Once outside in the warm sun you laughed at your antics. You had never had so much fun. You used to fear your ex. He was mean and cruel. You felt safe now that you had Mando. You tried not to worry what would happen when Mando was gone. Din watched you hungrily, beaming up at him, your face lit up in the daylight. He subtly turned off his tracking view in his visor so he could just see you without any distractions on his screen.

"Thank you Mando."

"You're welcome." He let go of your hand making your face fall. "What's wrong?"

"I want to keep playing."

"What do you propose?" Din felt his cock twitch behind his flight suit.

"I think he would be really jealous if I had marks on my neck." You suggested boldly. Din shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not a prude, you know that? I'm sorry he said that to you."

"I was only a prude with him. He was ugly." You grimaced but recovered. "You're beautiful, Mando, and I want- I want you. Not just to make him jealous but I want you."

"Oh Ad'ika..." Din chuckled. "We can do both."

This led to Din taking you in the alleyway behind the cantina. First he knelt down between your legs and fingered you until you were dripping into his hand. He wanted to watch your little cunt squeeze and flutter. Your little mewls grew louder and louder until you came with a cry. Din loved how innocent you were. You didn't even know how to be quiet. You didn't hide your pleasure. He hoped your shitty ex was listening. Hearing your sounds that he never got to draw from you.

Next he stood lifting you up with ease onto his hips. You were already delirious from your first orgasm you shot up to the stars when he entered you. You tightened your legs around his waist, holding onto his broad shoulders. All thoughts of being seen or herd left your mind. You were overwhelmed, Mando pushing into every corner of your senses along with your pussy.

"Fuck..." Din grunted, feeling your hot walls suck him to the hilt. It had been so long he realized how sensitive he was. And you were so tight. He held your ass up, pulling it to grind into him with every stroke.

"Oh Mando!" Your head fell back against the wall. "This-it's so good."

"Mmm you feel amazing, ad'ika. So fucking perfect." Din watched your face slacken with the pleasure he was giving you, your plush lips teasing him. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to put his lips over every inch of you. Your eyes were drooping, staring right into his visor.

"Stay with me, little one. Look- look at us." He fucked harder, leaning back slightly despite the ache in his lower back, watching the point where your flesh met. Your little swollen clit was sitting right on top of his dick, smashing against his pelvis with every stroke.

"Oh-Maker-I'm gonna cum again." You cried, scrabbling against his shoulders for better leverage. You wanted to fuck him back. Din readjusted his grip allowing one hand to be free to circle your clit.

"Who's making you cum?"

"You! You, Mando!" You cried feeling your stomach go incredibly tight then spasming with your orgasm.

"You think anyone else could make you feel this?" Din sped up also nearing his own climax. His voice was rough and torn up, cracking and stressing the voicecoder.

"No-no one else!" You answered eagerly, wanting to please him. "I don't want anyone else."

"Good girl. Fuck- you want to be mine?" He felt his cock twitching. He was seconds away from cumming inside of you. This was the last chance to pull out.

"I want to-be yours- please." You nodded vigorously, looking up at him so he could see you meant it. You dug your heels into his lower back. His grunts became short and quick with each thrust then he came abruptly, crashing his forehead against yours. You gasped feeling the spot where you were joined grow incredibly wet.

"Stars..." Din hissed feeling his pleasure prickle down his spine into his cock. "You mean it, ad'ika?"

"Yes. Show me the stars, Mando."

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bye here's this very silly gamer boy jungkook and astrology oc drabble that never left google docs until today >_<

Jeongguk doesn’t understand a single thing you’re rambling about. He got lost about three houses and four planets ago, the grin tugging at his lips bordering delirious as he watches your mouth run with a glow in his warm brown eyes. He likes the way you get when you’re explaining something you love; words flying fast and the franticness gripping your gaze somewhat adorable. You’re relatively quiet most of the time, immersed in your head until Jeongguk tugs you back out into reality. But not now - you might just set a record for fastest speaker ever if you keep talking at the pace you’re going at.

“Yeah, so, those are just the basics. You can really get into your chart by looking at your aspects as well but that might confuse you.” You finish it off with a small smile, tugging your knees under your chin like you’re waiting for his approval. He nods, slow, pretending he got some of what you said. He didn’t get anything, and maybe you can see that from the distance in his eyes. He feels somewhat guilty when you squint at him in accusation. “Did you even understand what I was saying?”

Jeongguk shrugs, shifting to tuck your pillow into his arms. The fabric kind of smells like you and it sends a tiny thrill through him. “Not really. But it’s interesting!”

“Interesting…” you return. And then your leg shoots out to knock him on the shin.

“Ow!” There’s a hand instantly cradling his leg. You didn’t kick him hard at all but Jeongguk’s always been one for dramatics.

The scoff you let out is void of remorse. “Why are you whining? I listen to all you elaborate gameplays all the time and I actually try to understand them.”

That’s a lie. You don’t most of the time. Your gaming strategy was just “Kill them all!” and if that didn’t work you opted for smashing all the buttons at once and then acting surprised when you’re the first one to die.

He can’t help but cock his head in disbelief, propping himself up on his elbows as you pout at him. “Are you really going to say that lie outloud and believe it?”

“Yes,” you retort, slipping off your bed. “I am.”

“What? Is that because your moon is venus and your Aquarius is cardinal? Or whatever,” he huffs, collapsing back on your comforter. He knows you're going to retrieve your tarot card set. How he ended up with an occult astrology obsessed girlfriend when he was an engineering major with a gaming addiction didn’t make sense to anyone—including himself.

“No,” you whine. Your tarot deck hits the bed sheets with a loud thump. “As an Leo sun with a Taurus moon, I tend to be very stubborn and unwilling to admit when I’m wrong.”

“Or,” he shoots back, “You’re just stubborn. You know, nothing to do with the stars.”

You smack his chest. “It’s everything to do with the stars, Jeongguk.”

“Ow! Ow! Okay! Relax with the violence, woman.”

“Refer to me like that again and you won’t have any balls by tomorrow morning,” you murmur, swiftly shuffling the deck with your nimble fingers.

He whistles low, idly gazing at your ceiling. “Why’s that? Venus in Retrograde?”

“Jeongguk.” He twists to meet your gaze. “My Venus is in Aries and it’s not in Retrograde. That’s a completely different concept.”

“What? So what am I? An Aries rising? Taurus Venus? Capricorn and Mercury in the 5th house? Squidward in my 2nd House? Spongebob in my Uranus?”

He loves you but astrology really sounds like horse shit majority of the time.

“You’re a Leo moon with a superiority complex and you need to shut-up. I’m trying to do a reading.”

“A reading on what?” He’s up again, moving so that his crossed legs bump against yours. “And why would I have a superiority complex?! I’m not a Leo—aren’t I a Virgo or something?”

“I said,” you sign, shuffling the cards harder. “You’re a Leo moon—moon, Jeongguk.”

“What the hell does that mean?” He’s suddenly invested. There’s no way in hell he has a superiority complex. “And what are you even doing a reading on?”

“If you were listening,” you retort, eyes narrowed when you glance up. “You would know what that meant. And, I’m doing a reading on how can I get my annoying boyfriend to shut-up."

[besanii]

I need to know what caused Wei Ying to finally initiate a physical relationship with Xichen. Was it for Lotus pier and what the empress said? He does seem to have some feelings towards Xichen so did he not mind it bc of that? What does Xichen think about this whole thing ahhhhhhhhh so many questions. Sorry Lan Zhan cause ngl I ship them

[ part one (LWJ) | two (LXC) | three (WWX) | four (LWJ) | five (NQY) | six (WWX) | seven (LWJ) ]

[ follows on from six ] 

Alive.

The word washes over him like a wave, bringing with it a rush of joy and relief—his brother is alive—that lasts only a heartbeat before the significance of the news comes crashing down.

His brother is alive.

An arrow to the shoulder, the report had read. Knocked overboard in the heat of the battle and disappearing under the churning waters; for days they searched, picking through the bodies floating amongst the debris long after the Dongying forces had retreated. 

They found him, a day later, half-drowned and delirious with fever, unable to fight. News of his death in battle spread as he lay in his bed, one foot already through the gates of Hell and yet still strategising, planning, during his brief moments of lucidity. Conscious enough to know that they can use his perceived death to their advantage.

And indeed with the loss of Gusu’s greatest commander, their enemies pressed them harder, forcing them to cede waters they had previously held strong. Little did they know they were being lured into a trap, one that would decimate their fleet and end the battle once and for all.

“And how is Hanguang-wang now?” Lan Xichen asks. Only years of experience keeps his voice tightly controlled and his hands relaxed as they rest on the spacious desk before him.

“Replying to Huangshang, Hanguang-wang asked this lowly subject to pass on the message that he is well and not to worry,” the messenger reports. “Hanguang-wang has also said he will stay on to fight until the war is won, as is his duty as the commander of the fleet.” 

As a brother, Lan Xichen knows he should recall Lan Wangji from the front lines, allow him to return to Caiyi to nurse his injuries. As Emperor, if his best commander reports he can continue to fight and his staying on increases their chances of victory, then he has no reason to refuse. As a man—

He tells himself the rush of relief that courses through him at the news is because his brother is well; he does not allow himself to entertain the other reason. It is too shameful to admit, even to himself.

In the end, the Emperor wins out, as it always does.

“Very well,” he says finally, pressing the tips of his fingers together as if he is giving serious consideration to Lan Wangji’s request. “We will grant Hanguang-wang the right to stay, as reward for his loyalty.”

--

He does not call on Chenghuan Hall.

He tells himself it is to give Wei Wuxian space in the wake of such momentous news, to allow him to process it fully in his own time without the added pressure of Lan Xichen’s presence. It is a flimsy excuse, one he knows does not fool his Empress at the very least, whose knowing looks and raised eyebrow has his insides twisting with guilt and shame like a child caught stealing treats from the kitchens. So he avoids her palace too, and seeks refuge in the Imperial study until late in the evenings.

A whole month passes where Lan Xichen does not allow himself to see Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian does not send word to him either.

He wonders if he’s left it too long, whether Wei Wuxian would be upset or angry at their situation—at him, for putting them in this situation. If it is too late to show up now, after a whole month of silence, and try to make amends. 

Fortunately—if one could call any part of this fortunate—the decision is made for him when Wei Wuxian himself walks into the Imperial study one night and kneels in the centre of the chamber. Lan Xichen watches dumbly as he prostrates himself, forehead pressed against the tips of his fingers on the cold stone floor, his hair loose and unbound, spilling over his plain white robes, the very picture of contrition and penance.

“This lowly concubine pays greetings to Huangshang,” Wei Wuxian says, his voice loud and clear in the quiet of the study. “And humbly seeks your forgiveness.”

“Wuxian...” Lan Xichen begins hesitantly. He breaks off, looking around at the eunuchs stationed around the study with their heads bowed. “You may leave us.”

It is only after they file away, closing the double doors behind them silently, does Lan Xichen allow himself to cross the chamber to where Wei Wuxian is still kneeling. He hurries to help him up, grasping him below the elbows, but is met with resistance as Wei Wuxian stubbornly keeps his head and shoulders bowed.

“Wuxian,” he says helplessly. “There is no need for this.”

“This lowly concubine dares not stand until Huangshang has forgiven me for my transgressions,” Wei Wuxian replies, still in that formal, wooden tone of voice Lan Xichen has come to know too well. He sighs.

“It is cold tonight and you are barely dressed. You will catch a cold walking around like this,” he tells him gently, softening his grip on his arms. When Wei Wuxian still refuses to budge, he sighs again and tilts his face up with two fingers under his chin. “There is nothing to forgive, you have done nothing wrong,”

There is confusion and wariness in those grey eyes as they finally meet his, two emotions he had hoped never to see again.

“Huangshang is displeased with me,” Wei Wuxian says quietly, tightly, as if he would fall apart if he raised his voice. “Ever since the report from Jinghai. Huangshang can no longer bear the sight of me, now that Lan Zhan—” he bites off the name with a pained twist of his mouth.

Lan Xichen recoils as if struck. He had known the nature of their relationship before his brother’s departure, and their plans for his return. But hearing his brother’s given name, such an intimate address used so freely and without thought, is a stark reminder of what he had done. Who he had taken.

Wei Wuxian knows it too, from the shudder that runs through him as he exhales, and the way his hands curl into fists in his lap.

"This lowly concubine does not dare presume he has any right to beg forgiveness for putting Huangshang in such a difficult position,” he continues, the barest hint of a waver in his voice. “I only wished to let Huangshang know that he does not need to trouble himself over this any longer.”

There is a ring of finality to his words that immediately catches Lan Xichen’s attention.

“What are you saying?” he asks warily. “Wuxian—”

Wei Wuxian shuffles backwards, putting enough distance between them so that he can prostrate himself once more, touching his forehead to the floor.

“This lowly concubine begs Huangshang to grant me the death penalty.”

“No.” 

The word forces itself from Lan Xichen’s lips before he even realises he’s spoken, a spontaneous, visceral reaction full of hurt and fury beyond his control. For a long moment after, he cannot speak around the vice clamped tight around his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs. Wei Wuxian replies, but his voice is only a faint murmur against the blood roaring in his ears; he cannot see his face to read his lips, but Lan Xichen already knows what he will say.

“You cannot ask that of me.” The words rasp painfully against his throat. “I will not be the reason for your death.”

Wei Wuxian raises his head and Lan Xichen freezes at the sight of the tears in his eyes, the same hurt, the same helpless fury colouring his cheeks and knitting his brows.

“And I am not willing to be the conflict that destroys the relationship between brothers,” he cries. “I cannot—I will not do it. Huangshang. You cannot ask that of me. Please do not ask it of me.” 

He lowers his face to the floor once more.

“This lowly concubine is only alive today because of Huangshang,” he says, voice small and trembling but with an undercurrent of steel. “I should already be dead. If Huangshang grants me the death penalty now, it will only be putting the situation to rights once more, and Hanguang-wang will be none the wiser upon his return.” 

Lan Xichen reaches out a trembling hand toward him, but stops short, hand hovering just above the top of his head. He cannot ask this of him. As a brother, and as a man, he cannot do it. As an Emperor—

Almost as if sensing his indecision, Wei Wuxian raises his head, leans into the palm of Lan Xichen’s outstretched hand and smiles as those long fingers mould themselves reflexively around the curve of his cheek.

“This lowly concubine will never forget the kindness and affection Huangshang has bestowed upon me,” he murmurs. “So if there must be a sacrifice, please let me make it in your place.”

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TBC (yes I have just decided there will be a part two to this)

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Notes

Such drama! Much angst! 

Sorry this took much longer than anticipated, mostly cos I’ve been devouring ancient Tezuka/Fuji fics and falling back into the ancient Tenipuri fandom in the past couple of weeks. So, uh, don’t be surprised if my next thing is Tezuka/Fuji instead (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

[enderwoah]

ORIGINS SMP HEADCANONS (because i love them): SEASON TWO EDITION BAYBEEE

(this is really long ENJOY :gun:)

tommy

he is phil's son smile

phil's most recent son at least

he's got like one more somewhere

he picked this one up off the dangerous streets a few years ago and he's been sticking with phil ever since

his wings are small- not too small to fly, but they're untrained to the point where it would take a lot or work to get him off the ground

but at first, he didn't really seem to want to learn all that much?

(he has three scars on his face- all from trying to learn how to fly when he was younger)

(he gave up after the third one)

("if at first you don't succeed; try, try again" is his motto, and he tried all three times)

but!! phil and wilbur are very persuasive :) and now that he knows he can fly, he's not going to rest until he does

he's a little manipulative to get what he wants sometimes, but can you blame someone that lived on the street for so long?

he had to do that to survive! it's not his fault.

(it's a great excuse.)

he laughs like a kookaburra amen

he squawks when he gets scared

he chirps. he tries not to because it makes phil go absolutely bird-brained but he does sometimes and he hates it.

tubbo

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A B[GUNSHOTS]

god he is. so fucking annoying (/rp)

he simply does not know when to stop

he ignores social cues to see when someone is annoyed

(see: he can read social cues. he does read social cues. when you get annoyed that's when he starts being more annoying, because you're more likely to give him what he wants to get him to shut the fuck up.)

he loves talking to (at) people, especially people he doesn't really know that well

so he's trying to be friends with ranboo, but the absolute prick keeps trying to avoid any actual conversations, so that's not working

he buzzes when he gets excited-happy

his fingertips are completely blackened and horrendously sharp, functioning as ten individual stingers

they don't do any actual damage but he's working on that

techno

wither hybrid (??)

how can you be a wither hybrid?? nobody got down and dirty with the wither

he's an experiment

the reason we haven't seen him yet? he's staying away from the main area of the smp

he doesn't want to ruin its natural beauty with his withering effect, so he keeps to himself on the outskirts of the smp

which sucks

withers get health from killing things

he's not fully a wither, so he gets energy from being around people and sort of draining their life force a little bit

he feels terrible when he's with just one person because they are Literally his life support and it makes the person feel like shit

when he's with a big group of people its great!! he only has to take a little bit from everyone and its barely noticable!!

but then there's the wither part. so he has to stay away.

he's always tired

always exhausted

he's a farmer, so taking it from animals works, but god does he miss people

but he can only visit a few times and for very short

(he's afraid that one of these days he'll get so bad that the next time he sees someone he'll accidentally kill them)

(it already happened once. he's blessed that he's been forgiven, even made friends with by the victims, but he doubts he'll be able to pull that off again with no consequences like last time)

wilbur

phantlings are dead elytrians, and given that wilbur was phil's son...he's a phantling

he died in the late 50s and was a librarian when he was alive, so he's very possessive (ha) over all of his things

you should never ask to "borrow" anything from him, he will hound you about it until you give it back

it's best to just say that you want something from him to keep

even if youre going to give it back

just for your own peace of mind

phantlings can feel fear and get a genuine feeling of elation from scaring people

of course, sometimes its unwelcome (feeling large amounts of fear from someone they care about in a bad way just makes them pissed)

but for the most part, wilbur loves appearing in the corner of people's visions just to jumpscare them a few minutes later

all in good fun, of course!! it's just hilarious :)

being the lighthearted, fun guy he is, he's not particularly secretive about his method of death

"how did i die? well, it all started -- ended -- on november 16th, 1958!"

"i walked out of the library late, since i took the shift for my wife since she was feeling sick and i worked there anyways,"

"the streets were dark and only lit up by gaslamps...and out of an alley...appeared..........."

techno.

he didn't mean it. wilbur isn't at all mad at him (anymore)

he was starving. he didn't know that one touch would be enough to fully revitalize him...

and murder wilbur where he stood.

sneeg

has details on everyone on the server

you Cannot Hide Shit From Sneeg

its impossible

if you find of his any shittly little mouse holes then you're doomed

you find one and there are twenty more

he's under your floorboards while you're having your important discussion about trapping the nether roof

sucks to suck ig??

he seems to be the favourite of many, which is weird since he rarely goes out of his way to actually talk to many people

he's the only person that tubbo doesn't actively try to annoy (or maybe he just doesn't find tubbo's antics all that annoying)

he's the only person that ranboo stays around (or maybe he stays around ranboo- he and Phil seem to be the only ones not off-put by his slightly sadistic and whiny demeanour (not counting tubbo, who annoys him anyways)

phil seems to be more protective of him than he thinks is normal (he lets sneeg ride on his shoulder while travelling, so he doesn't really complain)

niki is completely protective over him (again, not complaining)

contrary to popular believe, he does not get high from sugar

if anything he gets

high-per

(get it)

(high-per)

(hyper)

he's literally just a nine-year old getting a sugar rush leave him alone

phil

take the normal "bird-brain" headcanons and multiply it by like sixty-four

and you've got origins phil

he can't see glass- or, rather, he can, but it doesn't register that 'hey, this is a solid surface i am going to slam into'

its very funny for everyone else but he's pretty sure he has permanent brain damage from the blunt force trauma

if there is ANYONE on the server who dares to chirp, bird or no, they must understand that they are signing away their privacy and giving phil the right to go absolutely bonkers over them momma bird style

(shoutout to tommy, wilbur, ranboo, and fundy for having to suffer through this)

"oh??? you don't have wings?? you don't have feathers?? omg?? then what's this im preening?? what do you mean im just braiding your hair?? nono this is preening smile"

god help you if you dare to have wings

poor tommy, wilbur, sneeg, and tubbo

phil can't help himself alright

do you think he wants to be any sort of protective over sneegsnag?

no!! but he cant stop himself!! sneeg might damage his wings if he keeps flying those super long distances!!! nnnno! carry the bug man!!!

it's weird, he's always had that protective sense over ranboo, too

but ranboo very obviously doesn't have wings, so he doesn't get it...

ranboo

yes ur a peasant

yes ur poor

yes im cooler than u

what r u gonna do about it

the enderdragon's son! partially a dragon, partially enderman, partially human (don't ask, his other mom is a hybrid), all spoiled brat!

given that he has a ton of dragon genes, he's extremely possessive over his stuff and Yes He Does Do The Hoarding Thing

he has a pile of rings and gold chains and necklaces and most of his jewellery hidden underneath his bed

(if you ask him, no, he doesn't)

not to wear

just to Have

one time, fundy stole one (1) bracelet from the hoard and ranboo was sent into a panic for a good 24 hours

he wouldn't leave his cave and kept counting and recounting as if that'd make the missing piece reappear

(when fundy had to give it back because of the guilt, he expected to get his face bitten off)

(instead, he just watched as the prince was flooded with relief, telling him to get the hell out and nothing more)

it's weird, he has so much gold and even a crown, and yet here he is

living with all those people ^^^

truth be told, the enderdragon isn't a very nice dragon

nor is she a very kind queen

nor was the other queen

nor was her son

there was a mutiny in the end, leading to the dragon queen and her wife being killed brutally by the crowd of angered people

they went after their son next, who had ordered executions and worked servants to the bone just as much as they had

they cut off his wings in the middle of the square

he was sure he was going to die until a random person (a peasant) jumped up and yelled at them for publicly torturing a child

but ranboo didn't really catch all of it, given he was delirious from pain

he got to get some stuff quickly and escape with his life

this wasn't too long ago, either, so he's still trying to...adjust...to people talking rudely to him

(he's also trying to adjust to not having wings)

(hence why he hurls himself off the edges of cliffs and then has to teleport to the bottom instead of glide. he keeps forgetting.)

[littlepanduh-writes-365]

Day 99

Title: “It's Late”

Features: SiDong (Dream Catcher)

Word Count: 858

Description: Handong gets carried away during a late night conversation.

Tags: Domestic Fluff | College AU | Dialogue Focus

Handong sighs after recalling a story from her childhood memory. At this point, she is a little self-conscious about how vulnerable she’s being with Siyeon, but she won’t deny that she enjoys the elder’s company. She only hopes that Siyeon feels the same. 

To ease her anxieties, she looks out the window. The pitch blackness and lack of activity tells Dongie that they’re deep into the night. Once it passes 2AM, her thoughts tend to run wild. The notion seems to extend when she’s talking to people she’s comfortable around. Although she’s still insecure with her Korean abilities, Siyeon has always been a good listener. Besides, Siyeon was the one who asked a question and the exchange student wanted to give a thorough explanation.

Wait a second. Shoot. 

Is it past 2AM? 

Dongie reaches for her phone on her nightstand. She checks the time. 

3:39 AM. 

Her jaw drops. “Oh, my god.” 

Siyeon raises an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Did you forget you had a deadline or something?”

Handong shoves the phone on her laptop camera. There’s glare, so Siyeon doesn’t quite catch what she’s supposed to see. “It’s almost 4AM! That means it's almost 5AM for you!”

The older woman checks the time. 4:40 AM. She doesn't know where 5 hours went, but tries to act nonchalant. “It seems so.” Admittedly, she’s a little tired, so she can’t think of another response. Even if it was past her bedtime, she felt energized by her girlfriend’s discussion. It’s not everyday she gets to hear Dongie talk so much.

“How are you awake right now? Don’t you normally sleep at like 10PM? I know it’s a Friday, but you told me that you sleep early!

“Geez! I’m sorry for running my mouth. I’m sorry for losing track of time! It’s just that one story led to another and I got carried away and, fuck, did you even get to eat your dinner?”

With the way Handong was acting, Siyeon felt guilty for their prolonged conversation. There were admittedly a few spots Siyeon could’ve stopped her, but something about Dongie’s elevated tone and unusually quick-paced speech convinced herself to just keep listening. Nonetheless, it’s not the problem Hadong thinks it is, so Siyeon just laughs at her girlfriend’s antics 

“Goodness gracious, it’s 4:40 AM. I don’t even stay up this late. I’m so sorry.” She lets out a sound that was between a groan and a whine.

Siyeon cuts her offer with a chuckle. She wonders if Handong knows that, in her delirious state of mind, everything she says is giving her butterflies. Maybe they should go to sleep soon because the rush of emotions is working more effectively than caffeine and they really should get some rest. “Don’t be silly. You don't need to apologize. I wanted to stay up with you.”

"Okay." Dongie suddenly becomes docile again. The sudden shift makes Siyeon let out another healthy laugh. Handong’s mind isn’t that clear, but the melodious sound gives her a sense of assurance that the Korean student likes her as much as she does. Emotions are still running high, but she’ll sleep easy with that assurance in her consciousness. 

Siyeon sighs before staring directly at the camera. There’s a sense of longing because she’d rather be physically with her girlfriend, but she reminds herself that the they'll be graduating soon and the distance between them will soon close. “Hey, I really had a good time tonight. I love listening to your stories.”

The comment isn’t laced with sugar, but it still makes something flutter in Dongie’s stomach. All she can do is hug one of her plushies and hide behind it. Siyeon wants to affectionately laugh again, but knows that it will only further embarrass her girlfriend. 

This time, Dongie sighs, attempting to look chic. Siyeon commends her attempt, but falls in love with her smile. “Alright. Let’s not prolong this call anymore. We should go to sleep.”

Even though her girlfriend is correct, Siyeon doesn’t want to hang up. She wants to talk until sunset. If only, she could forget about laundry plans or the study session she’s supposed to have with Jiyeon.

"I miss you," she blurts out.

There's a hint of sadness in Dongie's eyes. They both try not to say such emotional statements, knowing how difficult it is to process them alone, but Siyeon can't help it.

Dongie stays strong. “Okay. I’m hanging up now.” She makes a face towards the camera.

Siyeon wants to roll her eyes, but can’t even respond to the cute expression. Exhaustion seems to hit her like a truck. “Okay then. Goodnight, Dongie.”

“Goodnight, Singie~” The smile she gives before hanging up imprints in Siyeon’s brain. "I love you." She hangs up without giving Siyeon a chance to reciprocate the affection.

Siyeon gawks at her phone screen. Those three syllables rarely pass Dongie's lips. Her girlfriend definitely said it to retaliate her words of affirmation, but they definitely leave a huge impact. She thinks about responding to her via text, but decides that she needs to ride the emotional high and rolls out of bed to clean up.

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