#or straight up as a curse all magic style

[beevean]

Castlevania: Curse of Darkness

A Toccata into Blood Soaked Darkness

[askmrtorgue]

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[phoenixcatch7]

Okay so I saw this post about dark percy (really him reaching his Limit and fighting full strength with everything he had) and I was imagining the potential fallout of that. Pretty bad, as you can guess.

The thing is a lot of percys strongest moments happen out of view of the olympians, especially in hoo. The hurricane atop the glacier in alaska, the poison scene in tartarus, bending the depression river and the one in the palace of nyx.

Stuff like the St Helens eruption got him washed up on an inescapable island literally removed from reality until calypso gave him the OK, the achillies curse he got tricked into losing by hera. Smaller moments, the minotaur, fighting ares, the stolen pirate ship, walking on water vs hyperion, freshwater sources, him knowing both Latin and Greek, they're more easily brushed off or at least mostly due to cunning, sword skills and sheer luck and grit.

But basically the olympians don't actually know the full extent of percys strength and divine power. They have hints - percy standing on the throne, winning against ares, his many victories - but what they aren't willing to brush aside in the heat of (an important) battle there have been pretty strong consequences for.

Heck, just look at Frank, he's no prodigy with weapons, he's polite and respectful, but his distant relation to two olympians letting him inherit shapeshifting earned him direct divine meddling and his life force tied to a hunk of half toasted firewood. Man is a honey bear with lactose intolerance and he was punished with a mythical death curse for being too strong.

If Percy's true strength came out, he would risk losing everything. His freedom, most certainly. If he wasn't straight up executed he might wind up in a Greek myth style imprisonment, the way of atlas, prometheus, calypso, or something like the myriad of ways Greek heroes met their end. Good scenario he survives a dozen curses and gets on with life with a dozen new disabilities, best case scenario he's stripped of every inch of divine power and dropped back to the mortal world, not even clear sighted. Total separation from the Greeks and Romans. Oh, annabeth would marry him either way, and his friends would hardly abandon him despite the gods wishes, but they'd hardly be able to see him, and no long range contact without the ability to IM him or vice versa.

All of that to say Percy is hiding his true strength from the gods themselves - maybe not consciously, and it's not even power he particularly wants - but if they ever find out?

It's game over.

But why is he so strong? I don't know. What I do know is that the half bloods of the books are so much stronger than the ones of myth. Used to be that divine blood would get you divine favour and a great fate whether you liked it or not. Maybe some cunning and bow skills. A spot of spell casting if you were really lucky. Achillies got his curse after he was born, Perseus had a dozen magic artifacts, orpheus had something going on but hercules is to my knowledge an outlier. Now? Everyone in camp has some special power. Flight, fire, necromancy, hypnotism, dream walking etc. However it's happening, half bloods are slowly but surely getting a lot, lot stronger every century that passes. Meta? I mean I guess. But.

What no one has done before is something that their godly parent couldn't.

Except.

Except Percy.

Except Percy, in tartarus, at his mental, emotional and physical limit, controlling poison with his mind, overpowering the goddess of poison in her home, making misery choke on misery. Feeling something in his chest crack. Doing something poseidon could not, and doing it better than the person who could.

Down there, hidden away from the gods, he evolved. For that brief moment, he did something, was something new.

And that was how the gods overthrew the titans.

And that's why they must never find out.

[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1365

Chapter 24:

The sky was beautiful at that time, and you let Teen in charge of the broom as you fell on the stars and the bright red full moon.

Your eyes closed, and you spread your hands, feeling the intense power of the full moon heating you with invisible waves.

A red full moon was rare and was the most powerful of moon phases, capable of even thinning the veil between living and dead.

Ironically, it was when your magic was also the most volatile but you still took pleasure in it's beautiful shade and that feeling of power that was bubbling inside of you liked a filled cauldron above a powerful fire.

"Mmm" you moaned faintly.

"Okay, this is creepy," Jen commented, watching your moon bathing with the ominous red mood.

You opened your eyes and looked at her, feeling amused, and it showed by the twinkle in your eye and that smirk you gave... one that definitely made Jen question your sanity for a moment.

The moment was interrupted by Teen, who had gotten the handle of controlling the broom.

"Why haven't we been doing this all along?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

Before anyone could answer him, the world started to spin literally. As if someone was turning everything upside down, you all felt the gravity pulling you down and fast.

"It's's The Road. It's forcing us down." Lilia shouted amongst the screams of fear and shock.

"I don't think it's the Road," you exclaimed as suddenly you all started to fall straight for the ground, the brooms no longer able to fly.

"We're going to crash..." Alice exclaimed.

Screams followed, and only Rio cackled like a true evil witch from a children's fairytail; enjoying the ride and the thrill of adrenaline.

You leaned forward against Teen's back and grasped his hands, helping him steady the broom.

"Everyone pull!"

By your order, everyone did their best to pull the brooms, and somehow, you managed to avoid crashing. You kept flying, the ground far closer now to you, but at least you were alive and unharmed.

Up ahead, you all took notice of a wooden cabin with lighten lights in the middle of the dark woods; your next trial.

However, before you could reach it, one of the Salem Seven appeared and blocked your path. They opened their mouth, letting ouf a swarm of bees.

More screams followed for as you passed through the cursed witch, hundreds of bees tried to sting and blind you; causing you all to fall to the ground.

Left with no choice, everyone rushed for the wooden cabin while trying to push away any bee too close to their faces.

You entered last and closed the door with more force than intended, panting heavily as the adrenaline was slowly leaving your body.

Agatha groaned, making you glance at her.

"Oh, my God!" She exclaimed. "Okay. All right. Okay. Okay. We're okay."

Jen did not agree, not that it surprised you. "No, we're not! The entire Halloween aisle's outside waiting for us."

"And it doesn't look like they can get in, does it?"

You turned your back on them and placed your ear against the wooden door, trying to listen. There was no sound outside, and you did not sense any magic whatsoever; making you leave a sigh of relief.

At least for the moment, you were safe, and you could breathe.

Agatha took your silence as an answer. "See, all good. So all we have to do is complete the trial and continue on before they can reach us. Okay?"

"How? Kiss, Marry, Kill?"

Her rhetoric question made you focus on the others, seeing their latest outfit change, and this time, you did not hide your stare.

Everyone was wearing some sort of pyjamas or night clothes, though you were uncertain from what era and for what age it was meant to be.

Everyone looked like teenagers in a sleepover, with their bright and funny outfits; not to mention the odd choice of hair styling.

You glanced at Rio and Agatha, seeing them, both, for the first time dressed in something like this.

Agatha had an oversized shirt that passed little after her waist, and you wondered if she had shorts beneath. Her legs were exposed, and she had white shocks, buggily pooling around her ankles.

Rio had a matching set of t-shirts and shorts, both revealing enough skin to make you stare; unwillingly.

You swore the road was doing it on purpose, to test how long you would hold without making a move; or perhaps testing if you could prevent yourself from staring.

So far, you had lost twice, and you felt you would not win any of the future ones; especially if Agatha and Rio had the most extreme of outfits.

"Aaaww, look at you," Rio said in a mocking voice, and for a moment, you thought she was commenting on your staring and roaming eyes. However, you soon realized her words once she moved behind you; handing holding your outfit. "Isn't this cute on you?"

You dared to glance at yourself, and it was immediately clear on your face that you did not share hers or the Road's humour.

"Seriously?" You exclaimed as you observed your chosen outfit.

It was a matching pyjama set consisting of long pants and a buttoned up long sleeved shirt. What irked you was, actually, the design in it. White crescent moons, yellow stars, and was that some sort of cow?!

"I think it's fitting," Rio commented, gently tugging the side of your pants, but you pulled yourself away.

"This is humiliating," you groaned, ignoring Teen who had lost his spellbook somewhere on the crazy flight with the brooms.

Left with no choice, you all started to explore the cabin; taking notice of how everything was styled like a teenage slumber party.

It had games, posters, light decorations, and pretty much everything else screamed teenage girls. All that was missing was fresh popcorn and maybe some hot cocoa, if not a projector for a movie.

The place did not look that bad, though you were not sure you would like to sleep in such conditions. Something about it felt odd, keeping you on edge.

"Whose trial is this?" Teen asked, wondering if perhaps this was his for he swore he saw some things he also had back in his rooms.

Suddenly, Rio chuckled. "Agatha's."

"How do you know?"

"A blood moon." Lilia informed him. "When the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest."

The boy was confused for a moment, evident by the deep frown on his face. "Wait. I thought talking to the dead was your department." He focused on the older witch.

"Oh, common misconception. I read people, I read time. But talking to spirits was just a con. And who better to commune with the dead than someone who's put so many in the grave?"

Agatha held back her tongue but did not hide her glare towards Lilia, clearly not happy with the comparison.

Like she was the only one having killed people.

Teen turned to you. "Shouldn't that be your expertise?"

"Hmm?" You exclaimed, drawing your attention from some unlight black candles to the boy. "Oh, no. I am a moon witch. I can dab in spirit magic, but I prefer not to. Don't like meddling with the dead"

Just then, a fake cough was heard, and you immediately knew who it was. You sent a side glare at Rio, who was amused.

"So, if it has to be your trial; what would it be?" Jen asked as she eyed you and Rio carefully.

"A new moon most likely," Rio answered for you, earning another glare that she brushed off like it was nothing.

"Why?"

"Long story," you commented. "Let's focus on this trial first,"

Just then, Teen spotted the next clue... an Ouija board.

"We have to, Ouija!" He exclaimed.

The watches on your wrists beeped, a count down starting the moment those words left his mouth.

"Guess we found out what we have to do," you said, trying to keep the focus on the new clue and not on what Rio said about your trial.

Chapter 25

[absolutebl]

I've been out of the bl loop for a while (give or take a year tbh) and I am honestly overwhelmed at all the stuff coming up recently in bl... Is there top five you'd suggest from the past year among thai stuff (the rest bl-producing countries have a manageable lists of releases ig)

Thank you so much for your time and patience! :D

Top 5 Thai BLs from the past year? (2024)

Well it's a contentious field and there has been a lot, so I'll narrow it further and give you 2024 so far, from my personal favorites but specifically ones that I believe added to the zeitgeist in some significant way.

The Sign

YouTube

This show is literally everything (except straight) all at once. It's BL, queer, band of brothers, romcom, erotica, PNR, fated mates, police procedural, fantasy, mystery, suspense, and slasher. It’s the king of genre mash-up chaos. Sure, it's madness but there is genius in it. Was it a crazy unhinged mess +1 roll for damage? Yes. Yes it was. Did it manage to hold all those tangled threads together? No it did not. Was it also a charming, sexy, engaging, non-stop piece of entertainment? Sure thing. I think this show is basically my KinnPorsche, and frankly I’ve been chasing that dragon naga since KP aired. Is it perfect? No. But it was balls to the wall FUN.

Cherry Magic (Thai remake)

Grey

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth that really worked for me. With no-fuss execution from a consummate team (at GMMTV) and an OG lead pair (proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up). Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right - not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it stands strong. I, personally, like the Thai BL slightly better than the Japanese live action yaoi, but I think that’s because I just really enjoy Thai BL's style and I LOVE TayNew. Also all the kissing was both present and better in this version. As it should be from Thailand.

Century of Love

Gaga

This is a very pretty drama about a young man who fell in love with a nice girl 100 years ago, and when she died in his arms, he was cursed to live until he could meet her reborn self. Only this time around, she’s reborn into the body of a man. Or is she? I love it when Thailand gets all up in its own historical business and reincarnation and shizz. I like this pair (it’s not DaouOffroad’s fault I didn’t enjoy their first series.) Daou’s wushu is snazzy and we got a unique meet cute. (Erm… Remeet cute? Meet cute 2.0?) Ultimately, this is I Feel You Linger in the Air + First Love Again, rather than (as one might expect) Until We Meet Again or The Director Who Buys Me Dinner. The leads turned in great performances, although Daou outclassed everybody else on that screen. It’s a good story and a great BL and I can’t find any major faults with it beyond a certain level of camp that is sadly endemic to lakorns. It was, to put it succinctly, a VERY ENJOYABLE show. 

Wandee Goodday

YouTube

This is the only "typical" BL I'll be recommending on this list and that's because this is such a FUN show. A charming quintessentially modern Thai BL about a doctor and a boxer who start as a one night stand and then fall in love. Great rep for everything from Muay Thai, to safe sex, to FUN sex, to ace, to bisexuality, to smiley kisses, to the first legal gay wedding in a Thai BL. It’s a delight and I enjoyed (almost) every single moment of it. With out question it's best traits are active positive representations of green flag boys, communication, and grown-up relationships but the chemistry is on point too. Highly recommended as one of 2024's best pick-me-ups. (We need it, been a bit of a downer year.)

We Are

iQIYI

If Wandee Goodday is your happy pill, We Are is the warmest hug on the planet. Of the ones on this list, this is the only one I've already rewatched. 2x (High praise!) I loved show. It was slow to find its stride (I didn’t get into it until ep 6) but I’m so glad I gave it a chance. It’s a soft ensemble piece with multiple couples and very little plot, but I didn’t care because it’s not trying to be anything more substantial. Essentially this was a series of vignettes covering one year of uni for a queer friendship group finding love, new friends, and laughter. It’s not being harsh with us or it’s characters the way some offerings of this ilk have been (side eyes Friend Zone and Only Friends) nor did it tumble into Gen Y chaos. In fact, this reminded me more than anything of a refined and elevated Love Sick - just with older characters and occurring within a genre that has matured too. In it's own quiet way, it was groundbreaking. It has that close queer friendship group meets earnest gentleness that made me adore Love Sick and Make It Right so much. In other words, this was Thai BL at its finest, finding it roots again 10 years on, but also stretching upwards and showing us what it could do with that original seed. So? I adored it. Did it blow my mind? No. But it left me smiling and made me belly laugh quite a bit.

I hope you give these 5 a chance.

[mizimuse]

How they flirts(and failed miserably)||Slytherin boys+Pansy edition

Draco Malfoy

Thinks he’s the next Casanova but ends up sounding like a confused goblin

“So, uh, do you like... um, Quidditch? Because I’m really good at, uh, flying. My dad says I’m practically the best!” Can we get a round of applause for the confidence?

Compliments are his specialty, but they always have a catch.

“You look almost decent today. Did you borrow that robe from someone who actually has style?” Thanks for the backhanded compliment, Draco!

When trying to impress you, he ends up revealing his biggest weakness: pumpkin juice.

“Did you know I can drink two gallons of pumpkin juice in one sitting? Impressive, right?!” You’re definitely setting the bar high for romance!

Ends every conversation with an exit so dramatic it could win an Oscar.

“Fine! I didn’t want to discuss feelings anyway!” And he slams the door like he’s in a soap opera.

Mattheo Riddle

Wears a leather jacket and tries to act cool but just looks like he’s auditioning for a rock band.

“Your beauty is like a rare potion... uh, that I can’t quite brew, so I’ll just stare at you awkwardly” So smooth, Mattheo.

Serenades you with his guitar, but it sounds like a banshee wailing.

“Close your eyes and pretend it’s beautiful! I’m going for the ‘hauntingly tragic’ vibe”

Gets lost in his own metaphors, and you’re just there, confused.

“You’re like a unicorn in a world of goblins—magical but also, like, why are you here?”

Acts all tough but is secretly a marshmallow.

“If you ever need someone to cry with during a rom-com, I’m your guy... but only after I finish this pint of ice cream”

Theodore Nott

Sweet and shy, but when he tries to flirt, you can’t tell if he’s asking for directions.

“Hey, I just wanted to say, uh, your eyes are, um, really shiny? Like, super shiny-Not like my shoes, which are just... well, shoes.”

Blushes harder than a tomato, and you can practically see the steam rising.

“I was totally not staring at you! Just, um, observing the ceiling.It’s very... ceiling-like.”

His flirting attempts are like a train wreck; you can’t look away.

“Would you want to... um, go to Hagrid’s hut? It’s, uh, cozy and stuff.Maybe with, like, butterbeer?”

Tries to show off his magical skills but ends up summoning his own sock instead.

“Look! I can do magic! Uh, wait, that’s my sock. Let’s pretend that was planned”

Blaise Zabini

Struts around like he’s in a muggle music video, but his pick-up lines are straight out of a 90s rom-com.

“You must be a Quidditch player because you just scored in my heart! Or maybe that’s just the butterbeer talking?”

His flirty banter is so cringe, you wonder if he’s doing it for a laugh.

“If you were a potion, you’d be Amortentia... because you smell like my grandma’s old perfume, which is kind of nostalgic mama”

Thinks he’s mysterious, but really he’s just a goofball in a cloak.

“I’m like a dragon; I can breathe fire! But don’t worry, I only use it on enemies... and the occasional snack”

Gets distracted mid-flirt, and you’re left wondering what just happened.

“So, you’re like really pretty, but have you seen my new broomstick? It’s, like, super fast! Like me... when I’m late to class”

Tom Riddle

Tries to act like he’s from a gothic novel, but really, he’s just a dramatic puppy.

Compliments from him are rare and sound like he’s reciting an ancient curse.“Your hair... it’s... um, not terrible. I suppose it suits you.”

When you trip or drop your books, he doesn’t rush to help; he just raises an eyebrow, and you can practically feel the frostbite.

“You should really work on your coordination. It’s quite pathetic, really.”

Thinks he’s being suave but is really just awkwardly intense.

You’d think he has a heart of ice, but there are moments when he catches you looking at him, and a flicker of something soft flashes in his eyes.

“What are you staring at? It’s not like I’m the best thing here. There are better things—like this book I’m reading.”

His idea of romance? Bringing you a cursed object and telling you, “It’s dangerous. Just like me. But I thought you’d appreciate the thrill.”

“I’m not trying to be charming. This is just who I am. But... you can keep the cursed object if you want. No strings attached.”

Pansy Parkinson

Flirts by roasting you harder than a marshmallow over a campfire.

“Oh, you think you’re cute? Sweetie, even my house-elf has more charm than you”

Compliments sound like they’re laced with sarcasm and glitter.

“You look fabulous today.Did you finally figure out how to dress, or did you just lose a bet?”

Has a way of turning every flirtation into a playful fight.

“I dare you to ask me out. Or are you too scared? I won’t bite... unless it’s dinner”

Always has a backup plan and can pivot her flirtation to pure chaos.

“If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine! I’ll just set you up with Draco. Good luck with that; he’s secretly a ferret”

[smuttysabina]

(Jennie x Male Reader 1300 words) Forceful sex, 69ing, doggy style, creampie eating, some derogatory language

To experience Jennie's love life, is to experience an endless expanse of banal disappointment. Her lovers far too often prove to be insufficient to fulfill her needs, even when she takes them in pairs, by the dozen, even in their hundreds. They are never enough to satisfy the ceaseless burning of lust within Jennie. Her curse is hardly unique amongst idols, but it manifests itself most strongly in the girls of Blackpink. Lisa manages it by giving in fully to her depraved desires, there is no limit that she is unwilling to gleefully break to achieve orgasm; though she has grown canny in her treatment of her sex pets, the longer they last the better they get. Jisoo hides her frustrations behind a cracking façade of mindless kindness, treating her lovers with such attention that they become addicted to her soothing, forgiving touches... All lies, internally she is screaming just as much as the others when her lovers falter and fail all too early once more. Rose though, no longer even bothers hiding her fury at her slaves uselessness, snarling as she abuses them with an alarming sadism that they learn to adore. And Jennie, is simply distant. She moves through her sex with annoyed indifference, unable to comprehend her fans' eternal inability to please her. Why are they unable to continue after orgasming several times? The limitations of mortal flesh are simply baffling to Jennie.

Which is not to say Jennie does not achieve orgasm, she does, many times a night as she works her way through her nightly line of fans, eager to get destroyed. But every climax only builds up the last, instead of satiating her they only cause her lust to grow to ever greater heights. Until at the end Jennie is left surrounded by exhausted bodies, while hers still shrieks with unquenched desire. So Jennie has grown cold, tainting her interactions with fans with a sickly undercurrent of disgust; none of them will ever truly satisfy her. It does no stop her from trying though, her sexual addiction remains undiminished even in the face of continuous disappointment; driving her to continue fucking even if she knows it will never be sated. But this story is not about Jennie encountering her magical, fated lover, the one who can fulfill her every need. Unless you can fuck her for a month straight then its unlikely you would fit the requirements. No, this story is about you getting fucked senseless by a sex goddess, who has really tipped past the point where she even bothers to care about your wellbeing. May God have mercy upon your cock, because Jennie certainly won't.

And Jennie absolutely isn't, slamming her petite ass back against your crotch with mechanical fervor, her pussy gripping you tightly as it drags along your shaft. Her divine cunt has already devoured countless cocks this night, at times even getting stuffed by two or more; yet you would not know if from the strength at which it clenches around your manhood. The perfect combination of lubrication, speed, texture and tightness, already has you shuddering in ecstasy, on the verge of a supreme eruption. Your groans grow ever louder as you try to hold on, but Jennie is relentless, uncaring of such petty concerns like your growing orgasm. She is too busy trying to enjoy herself. With a tormented groan your balls empty themselves, spewing vast quantities of semen into Jennie's merciless cunt. Who continues fucking you, even as your cock quivers with sensation overload from being pleasured so soon after release. Jennie only pauses in her efforts when she notices your cock soften enough to plop out of her as she pulls back. A thin trickle of seed escapes from her pussy as she looks back at you, irritated that you would falter so soon. Get it back up. Now.

Of course, you knew what you were getting into when you joined the others inside of Jennie's room; you all did. Every Blink knows of their idols' voracious desires; and are often all too willing to sacrifice themselves for even an hour of pure bliss that comes from mating with the divine. So when Jennie descended upon you to defile your cock after destroying an entire room full of men, you were ready. Well at least you thought you were, until you had a sex goddess furiously glaring at you, demanding that you get hard for her again.

Stammering, you beg Jennie to use her mouth to get help revive you already battered manhood. She pauses for a moment, before nodding, and with one hand she shoves you onto your back; twisting her body so that the only thing you see is her ass plummeting towards your face. Jennie adroitly parks her creampied pussy atop your mouth, trusting that you would figure out what she wanted you to do. Lisa or Rose would revel in this, thoroughly enjoying the delicious punishment of making you lick you own seed out of their cunts. But Jennie simply doesn't care, you are going to pleasure her pussy, while she sucks you off, such depraved ideas are alien to her. So you are treated to the wonderful taste of an idol's soaking pussy, hot, wet, salty, with a tang of piss and semen. Meanwhile your dick is in rapture, as Jennie's warm tongue skillfully coaxes it back to its full length. She doesn't stop sucking you though, continuing to bob her head atop your cock, her lips sealing tight against your shaft as she suckles on it. Her gag reflex in nonexistent taking your entire length from tip to base without a sound of complaint. It is obvious Jennie is enjoying it however, as her pussy begins to drip and spasm against your mouth, as she grinds against you as if you were a pillow. Lost in heady pleasure, your climax hits you suddenly, and you moan into Jennie's pussy as your seed is sucked out of your trembling balls.

Your relief is short-lived however, as Jennie clambers off of your now filthy face, shifting back to position herself about your cock. Looking up at Jennie's callous face, you realize that not a single drop of your cum escaped her mouth. Breathless, you force out an apology, for not lasting long enough to cum inside of her pussy once more. A bemused smile crosses Jennie's lips, she truly does not care where you spill your seed, starting to slowly stroke your cock into usability once more. She is not sickeningly obsessed with semen, like that perverse matriarch Jihyo is; who is so obsessed with the primal act of reproduction she has become addicted to breeding. Nor does she yearn for all those other mushy aspects of sex; she is hardly desperate for grotesque adoration like that needy bitch-princess Yuna. No, you are all just meat to Jennie; how often, or where, you choose to waste your cum is immaterial to her, so long as it doesn't inhibit your lovemaking abilities. Her audible introspection ends however as she notices you stiff in her hand once more, and she smoothly mounts you. The barest hint of teasing indulgence shows as she reassures you that your next loads will not be "wasted" anywhere but inside of her pussy. You've already given Jennie your best, now all that's left is for her to wring out what further pleasure she can from your body. Do try to last, she does so hate to be disappointed...

An exhausted haze fills your mind as you float upon the edges of unconsciousness, your crotch a void of soreness and pain. Jennie looks down at you musing, why must you all be so weak? She sighs, groping for something out of vision before bringing a phone to her ears.

"Bring in the next hundred, this batch proved to be mostly... mediocre." Jennie idly pats you on the chest, "You were... less disappointing than most, enjoy your recovery fuck-meat." She then stalks off, already focused upon the next roomful of fans she will be fucking her way through.

It is curse, to be a sex goddess

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Honestly with all the overlap between sci-fi and fantasy fans, I’m really surprised that “high fantasy in space” isn’t more of a thing.

There are some things generally assumed by most to be sci-fi that I’d personally label space fantasy, like Star Wars, where the high tech is just there as a backdrop to a classic heroic story of good guys vs. bad guys, who are definitely doing magic (by using the force). The point of Star Wars isn’t the tech or anything, it just happens to be a tale told in space. It contrasts pretty starkly with something like Star Trek, where the vast majority of episodes revolve around exploring whatever scientific or philosophical concept the writers thought would be kinda neat that week, using established characters as a vehicle for said exploration.

I think one of my favorite things about Honkai Star Rail is that it freely and unabashedly mixes sci-fi and fantasy. It just goes “You are a walking neutron bomb. Also turns out your bestie is from a self-reincarnating race of dragon people with powerful water and illusion magic. They live on this big, planet-sized ship that’s dedicated to hunting down this one cosmic horror that cursed all the ship’s inhabitants with immortality, under the banner of this other cosmic horror that exists solely to kill the first cosmic horror. Let’s go on vacation to the theme park planet, the actual resort is technically an Alice-in-Wonderland style dream triggered by the same kinda cosmic-horror-gifted bomb as you. Your new friend is a meme. By the way, did we tell you about the one time this super-genius harnessed the power of *imagination* to build a death ray that instantly obliterated a bunch of planets? That was kinda fucked up, huh.” Sometimes Star Rail tries to give explanations for its tech in a way that seems believably sciencey. Sometimes shit’s just straight up called magic or it’s from some deity or another and none of the characters present have a good understanding of why, so you all just go about your bullshit. It makes it work within the context of its established universe.

Cosmic horror in general is often (but not always) found in sci-fi, but where the point of sci-fi is to expand on and detail a concept in a believably scientific way or explore the impacts of a scientific thing, the point of cosmic horror is that there is a Thing that is beyond human understanding or comprehension. Sci-fi is a fun thing to insert it into, because the more scientifically sensible and well-understood elements of the world you have, the more jarring that becomes.

Then you’ve got things like Dungeon Meshi, which exists in an inverse of something like Star Rail: it takes a very Tolkien-inspired Dungeons and Dragons-esque setting, and then details it in a very scientifically sensible way. There is magic, and there are these fantastical monsters, yes, but the monsters are parts of their own delicate and intricate ecosystems, they are edible, and they have very particular nutritional values and ways you can cook them! The protag’s biggest strength lies in him being a nerd about monster biology. Magic, too, by the end of it, ends up with a plausible enough explanation as well. And the explanation is a cosmic horror! In this way, Dungeon Meshi, despite being built entirely off of very easily recognizable and classic fantasy tropes, is probably more accurately classed as sci-fi.

I just love all of it. Can I get like 50 more of these fucked up lil mixtures of science and magic please?

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Nanami's Your Professor, PT. 1

Summary: You've been trying to get your teacher's attention for a while now, but what happens when you finally get what you want? (Inspired by a character AI prompt lol)

Content Warnings: 6.5k wc, 18+, Fem! Reader, Black Y/N, both characters are adults, 3 year age gap, smut, fingering, no curses AU, explicit language, cunnilingus, missionary, doggy style, blowjobs, overstimulation, nipple play if you squint, unprotected, Nanami has a big dick, y/n is thick, everybody's happy

Story begins under the cut

  

"Next class we're going over Kantianism, so you all better be ready. Please do the pre-reading over the weekend, it's important. It's only 20 pages, I know you all can handle it," Nanami said as his students packed up. "Oh, and always, if you have any questions, please see me after class."

   You were usually a straight-A student, but Mr. Nanami's class was one of the hardest you have ever taken. It's not like the class itself was difficult, it was actually super easy, ethics being a simple class. Mr. Nanami himself was hard. The way you maintained staying a straight-A student was by choosing all male teachers and then, well, doing things the school board wouldn't exactly approve of. 

    You were smart, of course, but why put in all the effort if the men are easier? The first time you realized you could do this was your freshman year of college. Your body had blossomed all throughout high school and you began experimenting with new clothes over the summer before your first day of college. You found tones that worked with your dark skin, and tops and bottoms that worked with your hourglass shape. On the Friday of your first week, all of your male teachers had a soft spot for you. 

   One day, you decided to stay behind and ask your English teacher about the syllabus and some of the requirements of the year. He smiled at you the entire time, but he never maintained eye contact. You'd find his eyes skirting between your boobs and your thighs, that day you had a V-neck crop top on and some mid-thigh shorts since it was still hot outside. You noticed the same thing with the rest of your male teachers and that's when you knew the power you had over them. 

    The first time you did it was with your Calculus teacher. You were failing his class and you were desperate. He scheduled a meeting with you, on a day when he didn't have office hours and when you walked in, you could tell why. He wanted you to sit next to him instead of in front, and he kept touching your thighs. Of course, you were uncomfortable but you figured that this could get you an easy A so you played along. When he was done, you told him what you wanted. Pussy whipped and still high from his nut, he said yes. You didn't sleep with all of them though, your body was enough. From then on, you haven't seen so much as a B in your transcript, even making it on the dean's list. Except for now. 

   As you said, Nanami's class wasn't hard, but it required a lot of studying, something you don't know how to do. You've never had to study since you got here, or even do homework, so naturally, you had no work ethic. You tried to work your magic the first time you got a B in his class but to no avail. His eyes never left yours and he stayed professional the entire time. Ever since then, you'd been dressing skimpier to his class and meeting with him during his office hours. 

   Nanami wasn't stupid, he saw what you were trying to do, and he found it cute. He wasn't going to lie to himself, he thought you were attractive but you were his student. If you were just some girl he met at a bar, he would've definitely hit. What he thought was funny was how close the two of you were in age. He was a 25-year-old man teaching a 22-year-old goddess of a woman that he wasn't allowed to sleep with. Nanami wasn't a playboy, he never really went out much, but the moment he saw you, he knew that you'd be the hardest part of the school year. 

   The class was over and once again, you were the last one there. Today, you wore a tube top and a skin-tight mini-skirt, making class uncomfortably cold for you, but you were on a mission. Comfort was out of the question. You walk up to Mr. Nanami's desk, heels clicking against the floor in the silent classroom, and you drop your bag on his desk, leaning over it and looking into his eyes. 

   "Mr. Nanami, I wanted to talk to you," You say and he smiles and raises his eyebrows. 

   "Yes, what is it?" He asks and you squeeze your thighs together to quell the ache that appeared between your legs at his voice. Something that was different about Professor Nanami, besides the fact that he has the self-control of a god, was that you were actually attracted to him. He was the most attractive man you had ever seen and it was starting to get physically painful that you weren't getting anywhere with him. Everything about him turned you on, his smell, his face, his voice, even his hands. You loved watching him grade papers while the class was testing. His fingers would tap on the desk as he worked, his eyebrows scrunching when he saw something unsatisfactory, you couldn't get enough. 

   You slide the graded essay that he passed out to the class earlier today across his desk. On the top is a grade you had never seen before in your four years of going to this college. A C+. "Why did you fail me on my last paper?" You ask him. He chuckles softly and you stand up quickly because you felt your arms go weak and you didn't want to faceplant on his desk. You cross your arms across your chest, consciously making the effort to make your boobs appear bigger. 

   Instead of looking up at you, he looks down at your paper, and you groan internally, immediately dropping your hands. He interlocks his fingers and squeezes them together and you watch the muscles in his forearm flex. "I wouldn't say that a C+ is a failure. But just like I said right here," He says, gesturing to the top of the paper. "There was plenty of room for improvement. As a matter of fact, I'm sure this might've been your worst paper. The fact that it was a C+ says a lot. You're smart, y/n. Use your brain," He finishes, subtly hinting at you to stop trying to seduce him. Unfortunately, you didn't get it.

   'I'm trying to use my brain but you won't let me give you any!' You think to yourself, growing more frustrated. You move to his side of the desk and sit on it, something you've never done before. You decided that if you were going to wear a skirt this uncomfortable, you were going to put it to good use. You slowly cross your legs, dramatically lifting your left one, almost kicking Nanami. You notice as he cocks his eyebrow, tilting his head at the same time, his eyes watching your thick thighs, and you gain a bit more confidence. 

   "I don't get Cs, Mr. Nanami. I'm a straight-A student. It's almost like you're doing this on purpose," You say with a frown on your face, causing Nanami to laugh. 

   "Like I said, it could've been better," He shrugs, pushing your paper back towards you. You huff, pushing it right back toward him. 

   "Isn't there anything I can do, Mr. Kento?" You ask, teasing him with his first name and his expression finally changes. Nanami hadn't heard his first name in a long time, everyone here called him Nanami. Hearing it come out of your mouth, with that sultry voice, awakened something in him. He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to control his thoughts, and looks up at you. You've gotten closer now, your face merely inches away from his. 

   He pulls back immediately and stands up. "I can let you rewrite it. I don't mind. Plus, I want to see you do better." He says after a clearing of his throat. His eyes look back towards your legs and immediately flick away, trying to control himself. "Now, can you please get off of my desk, Ms. Y/n?"

   You roll your eyes again and uncross your legs, now sitting with them together. "Fine, but could you at least help me up?" You ask him extending your hand to him. He takes it hesitantly and you latch on. Neither of you moves at this moment. This being your first time ever touching him, your heart was beating out of your chest. You were trying to keep your cool but you were ninety-nine percent sure that he could see the nervousness on your face. 

   Nanami could indeed see the nervousness on your face but he was in fact, nervous as well. The way your soft hand held on to his was making him slowly lose his mind. Out of all of your efforts, you had never touched him before and now he's ever so grateful. He probably would've broken a long time ago if he felt your hand on his arm or his neck. 

   You suddenly stand up, using him for leverage, causing him to lean into you slightly. You remember why you're here and slowly turn around towards the left, Nanami now right behind you. Either he wasn't paying attention or your plan was finally working because he didn't move away. You bend over, pushing your hips back, and reach for your purse which was across the table. Your butt reaches his hips and slowly pushes into his pelvis and Nanami freezes as he looks down.

   The feeling of your hand left him in such a trance that he wasn't paying attention. He didn't even know when you got in front of him but it was too late now. He was staring at your ass pressed up against his quickly hardening dick. He wasn't sure if it was you that was still pushing into him or vice versa but the two of you were getting closer. 

   You bite your lip as you feel the attractive man behind you push deeper into you and you try to keep your cool. You stand up, your purse now in hand with a smile on your face. You've finally broken him. You turn around and look up at him, desire clear in his eyes. "I've decided to take your advice, Mr. Nanami. I'll do better. Can I come during your office hours?" You ask innocently. Nanami opens his mouth to speak but you quickly interrupt him. "You know what, I'm sure there are other students who might need your help during your office hours. How about I come over to your apartment tonight at 10? Then you could really help me since we'll have nothing but time there," You suggest and he furrows his eyebrows. 

   "You know where my apartment is?" He asks, his voice deeper than earlier. You lean on the desk behind you and slowly drag your nails down his shirt. Nanami's breathing gets quicker, his brain no longer doing the majority of the thinking, as he watches your fingers go further down his black button-down shirt. He keeps his hands interlocked behind his back to stop himself from pulling you against him.

   "You and my nail tech live on the same floor. One day, I was getting off the elevator and I saw you enter room 618," You start and his eyebrows raise. "At first I thought you were visiting your girlfriend, but that wasn't the last time I saw you. Somehow though, you never saw me." You say, your finger down at his belt. You hook a finger into his belt loop and slowly tug him closer to you, and he complies, smiling. 

   "How long ago was that?" He asks, genuinely curious. His favorite student has been just down the hall from him many times and he's had no idea. The universe must really have it out for him. 

   "It doesn't matter," You answer. You allow your nails to graze his growing bulge and he hisses with wide eyes. You look back up into his eyes and squeeze it, throwing all caution out of the window. He groans a sound that you would play on repeat if you had the chance, and he grabs your wrist, putting it by your side. A small part of his logical side was still in control but it was fighting hard. 

   "We aren't going to slide past you saying you want to come over to my apartment and study," He says with a smirk, wanting to see if you were bluffing or not. 

   You were not. 

   "I wasn't planning on sliding past it. I'll see you at 10 pm tonight," You tell him, and turn to walk away, not giving him a chance to speak. "Don't forget my paper, Mr. Nanami!" You shout to him, not turning around. You knew he was going to let you in tonight, there was no doubt in your mind. 

   Nanami on the other hand was cursing himself for letting you break him. This was probably your tenth attempt since the semester started and he was doing so well. He didn't know your touch was going to be his downfall, who could've predicted that? Unfortunately, his brain wouldn't rest. He began getting very graphic thoughts, the main one being your soft hand wrapped around his dick while struggling to fit everything in your mouth. He had to see it, there was no going back now. 

   When ten p.m. came, Nanami was anxious. Now that he was no longer horny, he was able to start thinking about his job. If anyone found out, he might never teach anywhere again. Was he really risking it all for a student he could have once she graduates in two months? Suddenly, he hears a knock on his door and blood rushes to his dick again. He opens the door without thinking and there you were. This time you had on a white tank top with your boobs sitting pretty in a bright pink lace bra, and a khaki-colored mini skirt. 

   When he opened the door, the first thing Mr. Nanami looked at was your boobs, and you knew that tonight was going to result in success. "I hope you didn't forget our appointment, Kento," You say his first name again, and his eyes dart to your face.

   "I never forget an appointment," He says with a smile and steps to the side. You walk in, quickly slide off your slippers at the door, leaving you barefoot, and take in his apartment. The loft-style unit was beautiful with floor-to-ceiling windows lining the opposite side. You could see the skyline from where you were standing and you couldn't help but marvel at it. The place was dimly lit, except for his coffee table where a lamp and some papers sat, and that's where you place your bag. 

   You turn around to see him locking the door behind him, and you smile, taking notice of what he's wearing. Nanami had on an oversized black t-shirt with grey sweatpants on, the laces untied, hanging by his bulge and you feel your pussy twitch at the sight. You felt him earlier today but what you were seeing now was nothing compared to what you had in your hands earlier. He notices you staring and calls your name. You look up at him with a polite smile and he gestures for you to sit down. 

   He takes a seat on the floor next to you and begins reading off a paper. Of course, you weren't paying any attention. You watched his face as he spoke, his sharp jaw moving up and down, and as he pointed at papers, you couldn't help but imagine his clean, manicured fingers inside of you. About twenty minutes in, you scoot closer to him, thinking he won't notice but once you get close enough, he finally looks away from what he's trying to teach you. 

   "What are you doing, y/n?" He asks you and you finally decide to come clean. 

   "Why are you so difficult?" You ask and he puts the papers down and smiles in amusement, already knowing where this is going. Nanami was aware that you weren't paying attention as he was teaching. It was honestly a poor attempt to appease his conscience because he knew he was going to make a terrible decision tonight. 

   "I know you're not dumb or naive, you know what I'm trying to do. Why do you keep fighting me, Mr. Nanami!" You whine and he laughs. You begin to grow frustrated, not knowing how to respond to him laughing at you. Finally, he stops and leans into you, catching you by surprise. 

   "I would've taken you a long time ago if you weren't my student," Nanami starts and your eyes widen, "Do you know how many nights I've sat up late, thinking about fucking you senseless?" He pauses and hooks his finger into your tank top, pulling it down a bit, and exposing your bra even more. He looks down into your shirt, admiring the view. "I'm usually not particularly interested in fucking the people I teach. You, however, have made me rethink that and a lot more since the first day I saw you." He lets go of your shirt and squeezes your face with that same hand. 

   Your heart is beating out of your chest and your breathing has quickened. You have never experienced this with any of the teachers you've been with, Nanami was just on a different level. He leans in more, his forehead now touching yours and he closes his eyes for a second. "You have made this a very difficult semester for me y/n." He whispers, his lips touching yours as he speaks. You're frozen in your spot, unable to move due to his unexpected behavior. All this time you were thinking he felt nothing when he saw you just for him to admit to wanting you. Your entire world was rocked and you could do nothing but stare. 

   "Oh, now you have nothing to say? You usually talk a lot when you're with me," He says in a teasing tone. He lets go of your face and leans back, allowing you to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. 

   You shake your head as you sit up on your knees, trying to dull the throbbing in between your plush thighs. "So this entire time, you let me make a fool of myself? You could have just told me!" You complain, now eye level with him and he smiles more. 

    "Now, why would I go and do that?" He asks, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You comply as he pulls you on top of his lap, your skirt riding up as you straddle him. You had never been this close to him before, his scent, god his scent, now a part of your respiratory system. Your breathing picks up again as he slides his hands down your back and onto your soft ass, softly massaging and patting it. "Having you stand so close to me is always the highlight of my day, y/n," He concludes, his face now in the crook of your neck. 

   "I won't give you an A for this so let me know if you want me to stop now," He says. You try and think about it for a second - you're about to fuck him just because. You feel his lips touch your neck as he speaks and you shiver at the feeling, your mind immediately clearing.  You quickly mutter out "Please don't stop" and you feel him smile. "This stays between us, y/n," He brings his hand forward and his pinky finger is up. Once you take it with yours he wastes no time. 

   Nanami pulls you harder against him, his bulge directly underneath your pussy and he connects his lips to your neck. You softly sigh as he sucks on the spot above your collarbone and he squeezes your ass harder, seemingly unable to get enough. You find yourself grinding on his growing cock, and he helps you, pushing and pulling your body. He pulls away and looks at you, the look of desire clouding his eyes and you can't help yourself. 

   You smash your lips to his, hands on either side of his face and Nanami kisses you back immediately. You plunge your tongue in his mouth once it opens for you and he groans in the kiss, weaving his hands in your hair. You never kiss the teachers you sleep with, and for good reason too, but you can't control yourself anymore. Your desperation is driving the car now, leaving your brain tied up in the trunk. 

   Nanami grabs a fistful of your braids and pulls your hair back, causing your head to fly backward, instantly breaking the kiss. You feel his mouth move from your chin to your jaw, to your neck, and now it's on your chest. He lets go of your hair for a moment and starts tugging at your top. "I need this off, now," He commands and you waste no time. You fling the shirt off and throw it behind you, not caring where it ends up. By the time your hands come back down, Nanami has already unclipped your bra and the straps are sliding down your arms. 

   "Fuck me," He whispers, staring at your chest and you feel yourself getting shy. He brings his hand up and palms one of your boobs, his thumb grazing your nipple and you lean your head back in pleasure. Nanami notices and does it again, teasing you with a smile on his face, and the next thing you know, you feel his mouth on you. Your hands fly to the back of his head as he sucks on your hard nipple, flicking his tongue around and on it. You're moaning uncontrollably now, unable to move because of the tight grip he has on your waist. He switches sides and begins pinching and rolling the one he just let go of, and your back arches. This causes him to become more intense, sucking harder and flicking faster, anything to keep you moaning. 

   Nanami couldn't get enough of your moans. When he heard it once, he knew he needed to hear it more as it kept replaying in his head. Your breathy moans were music to his ears. When he decides to pull away, you whimper and he officially loses all of his resolve. "Stand up," He growls accidentally, his voice laced with desire. "We're not doing this here."  You do as he says, standing up and pulling your skirt down, which causes him to laugh. "There's no point in doing that y/n," He says as he gets to his feet. He bends down and picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. "It's about to come right off." 

   You smile, understandably excited about what's happening. It doesn't take long before he reaches a room you're assuming is his bedroom. He opens the door and drops you onto the bed, and you feel the mattress dip as he gets on his knees in front of you. Your head is on his pillows that smell just like him and you feel yourself getting even more wet. Nanami's smell was intoxicating and you couldn't tell what it was. It wasn't strong like cologne or aftershave, it just smelled like him, and you couldn't get enough.  

  Nanami watches as you bury your face into his pillows from the side, and furrows his eyebrows, laughing to himself. "What are you doing?" He asks and you drop them, completely embarrassed. As you think of what to say to him, he begins sliding your skirt off, revealing your pink thong and you hear him curse again. "Y/n," He calls out and you hum in response. "Did you wear a matching set every day? Just in case one day I did give in?" He asks and you shyly nod. He erupts in laughter once again, tonight being the most you've ever seen him laugh, and you hide your face in embarrassment. 

   He pulls your hands away from your face and when you open your eyes, he's right on top of you again. He dips and presses his lips to yours quickly. He attempts to sit back up but you pull him down, not wanting to stop kissing him. He falls a bit but catches himself on his forearms and gives in to your kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist and he pushes his bulge into you reflexively, causing the both of you to moan in each other's mouths, spurring you two on at the same time. You bite his lip as you pull away and Nanami feels his dick get harder. "How come I'm only wearing my underwear and you're still fully clothed? That's not fair," You whine and he chuckles. 

   Nanami sits up, your legs still around his waist, and he pulls off the shirt, revealing the most beautiful body you have ever seen before. His abdomen flexes as he leans back down to kiss you again, and you run your hands down his back this time, feeling the now-exposed muscles. When he pulls away for good, he unhooks your legs from behind him and places them on the bed. He lays down in front of you, now face to face with your pussy and you feel your heart rate pick up again. 

    Nanami stares at the wet spot on your underwear, feeling himself get harder and harder, and he presses a thumb onto your clit. You moan softly, looking down at him, and he flicks his eyes up to look at you. Your eyebrows are furrowed with your hand over your mouth, watching him, waiting for more. He pulls your panties to the side, not wanting to bother with taking them off right now, and runs a finger up your slit. You moan again, encouraging him to keep going. He goes faster and soon enough, your hips are rotating, trying to chase his fingers. 

   He pulls his hand back and grabs onto your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders as he goes in with his mouth. You feel him kiss around your clit, but never on it, constantly teasing you and you groan, now becoming slightly frustrated. He finally kisses your clit and then flicks his tongue on it a couple of times before sucking it into his mouth. Your back arches as he plays with your clit with his tongue, flicking and sucking giving you wave after wave of pleasure. You can't control the lower half of your body as you grind against his mouth, feeling yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm. 

   He pulls away and suddenly, you feel a finger slide into you and you gasp, your hand now in his hair. He fucks you slowly with his middle finger, unable to look away from your pussy as it coats his finger in your wetness. When he adds a second, you moan louder and he fucks you faster, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He sucks your clit back into his mouth and now you're seeing stars. He continues his attack on your pussy, not stopping as you begin to convulse slightly around his fingers, legs shaking. 

   "Nanami, please don't stop," You moan and he shakes his head. He pulls away, his fingers still pumping in and out of you, and looks up at you again. 

   "Here, my name is Kento. Call me Kento," He commands and you nod, immediately moaning out his name when your clit enters his mouth again. Nanami moans on your pussy at the sound of his name and that's what broke you. Your back arches unbelievably far as you feel waves of heat and pleasure crash on you. Nanami doesn't stop, of course. He holds down your body as you convulse against his mouth and fingers, keeping the same pace as he fingers you. You begin to come down from your high and you realize that he's still going. You shake your head, breathlessly begging him to stop. 

   "K-Kento, please! It's t-too much!" You cry but he continues. He stops for a quick second to spit on your pussy and rub it in with his other hand. 

   "Don't care. Be a good girl and cum again for me," He says before he goes back down. Your mouth falls open again as he keeps on, with no end in sight.

   Nanami was starting to get addicted to you. No, scratch that, he was already addicted to you. Your smell, your voice, your smile, everything. Now it's like he's discovered a new strain and he's currently high. Nanami was high on you. On your moans, on your taste, the way you held his head in between your legs when you came the first time, he needed to feel it at least three more times. He didn't want to scare you though, he was going to get more some other day. He wanted to be selfish just one more time before he got up. He angles his fingers upwards once more, and you're coming again, quicker than last time. This time, Nanami uses his free hand to pry one of your legs open so he can slide his fingers in and out of you better as you come. Once you began shaking underneath him, a couple of breaths short of hyperventilating, he knew you were done. 

    You watch as Nanami sits up, his chin covered in your juices, and can't help but smile. You sit up to kiss him but he grabs your jaw instead. "Open," He says and you do as he says. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and you immediately begin sucking them, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. With your free hand, you begin palming his hard dick, which was forming a tent in his sweatpants and he closes his eyes with a moan. Nanami pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his mouth and you taste yourself on him. You pull away and lick your mess off his chin, causing him to curse in response and kiss you harder. 

   You take the opportunity and begin palming him through his sweats. Nanami breaks away from the kiss to give you a soft sigh, an encouragement for you to continue. You pull his pants down and grab on to his dick, your hand barely wrapping around the entire thing. Nanami hums in satisfaction and sits on his shins while you take your spot beside him. He runs his hands through your hair as you lick the precum off of his tip, savoring the taste of it, knowing he kept his body healthy. You suck on his tip lightly for a few seconds, causing him to grip your braids tighter and you slowly descend down his dick. 

   Nanami doesn't usually cum quickly, he's taught himself over the years how to last as long as he needs to, but there was something about you that was making him lose his mind. He had been with many women, of course, but none of them compared to you. His short fantasy came true, your soft hands were at the bottom of his shaft, stroking what hadn't gone into your mouth yet. He was hoping he wasn't holding on to your hair too hard because all he could feel was the immense pleasure you were giving him. 

   You're gagging on him now, enjoying the feeling of his balls in your hand as you bob your head, and all you can hear is his moans and the sound of you choking on his dick. Suddenly, he pulls you up and lays you down on your stomach and you smile, excited for what coming next.  He finally slides your underwear off, and you hear his nightstand drawer open up. You stop him, knowing what he's reaching for. "It's fine, I'm on the pill," You tell him and you hear him slam it shut. Nanami immediately pulls your hips up and you grab one of his pillows to bury your face. 

    He chuckles to himself, too low for you to hear and he slides into you slowly. Your mouth falls open, completely enjoying the stretch his big dick was giving you. You gasp as he bottoms out, pulls out almost completely, and then slams back into you. You let out something in between a moan and a scream as he begins to pound into you. Nanami doesn't start off fast, he slowly builds up to it, wanting to make sure he is hitting the right spot. Once he started feeling your pussy gripping him with every thrust, he knew that it was okay for him to speed up. 

    With every stroke, your body would jolt forward and when he started going faster, you knew that you were in over your head. Nanami wasn't like the other teachers. The middle-aged men would give you less than ten strokes before coming in the condom you made them wear. You actually only started using the pill after you met Nanami, knowing that you would treat him differently, knowing that you'd actually enjoy yourself with him. Taking his class actually changed a lot about you. You began putting in effort again because you liked the attention he'd give you when he noticed you were trying. You noticed that he wouldn't even acknowledge the students that didn't try and you knew that that couldn't- that wouldn't- be you. 

    Nanami continued drilling into you, loving the sounds you were making until they stopped. He looks down in confusion and sees that your hand is covering your mouth. He reaches down and takes your wrists in his hands and pins them behind your back. "Don't hide it. Let me fucking hear you," He says with a teasing voice that had a hint of breathlessness in it. He holds down your wrists with one hand and places his hands on your hip with the other, forcing you to meet him for every stroke. Before you knew it, you were coming again, your body becoming weak. 

   He lets go of you and flips you over, now in missionary, and slides into you again. You moan something a couple of decibels short of a scream and grip the grey sheets below you. He resumes his attack, angling his hips so he's hitting your g-spot again and you can't help but hold him in your vice grip. Once Nanami feels it again, his hips falter, and he falls onto his hands to stabilize himself. He keeps going, now kissing your neck and moaning in your ear, a sound that's only pushing you closer to your orgasm. "Kento, I'm going to come again, please don't stop," You whine, and Nanami curses. 

   He does as you said and you wrap your legs around his waist again, forcing him deeper. "Shit, y/n, you're going to make me come inside you," He whispers, trying to control himself. You don't let up though. As a matter of fact, he's exactly where you want him. 

   "Nut inside me, Kento, I want it all," You tell him and he sits up quickly, breaking your leg lock once again. He jerks you closer to him and begins slamming into your pussy, his tip abusing your walls. You feel yourself getting dangerously close to the edge and he begins to rub your clit. You unwind underneath him again, this orgasm knocking the wind and voice out of you. You can't help but scream this time as you come apart, the pleasure too much for you to handle. Nanami has stopped rubbing your clit but hasn't stopped fucking you.

   He palms your boobs this time as he keeps his same pace, also getting dangerously close to coming. Your eyes are fluttering closed, your mouth slightly open, and you're unable to formulate full sentences as you try and tell Nanami about your overstimulation - not that he would've stopped, anyway. He wanted to feel you cum at least one more time before he let go. It didn't take you long, the feeling of him rolling and pinching your sensitive nipples and the constant grazing of your g-spot, you were on your 5th orgasm of the night. Nanami finally lets go, the warmth of his nut filling you up and you get goosebumps at the feeling. As he's coming he falls forward on his forearms, kissing your neck as he empties himself inside of you. 

   The two of you lay there for a couple of minutes, catching your breath and calming down, and then Nanami pulls out of you. He stands up and heads to the bathroom in his room and comes out with a small towel. He sits in front of you and cleans up the mess slowly falling out of you, while you lay with your arm over your head. 

   "Y/n? You alive?" He asks, patting the side of your ass, and you nod with a breathless laugh, still unable to move properly. Eventually, you regain strength in your legs again and you head to his bathroom without a word, where you pee and finish cleaning yourself. Nanami watches you wash your hands and trudge back to his bed before falling back onto it. You just lay there, the two of you sitting in silence until you hear Nanami laugh. 

   "What's so funny?" You mumble as you watch him put his pants back on. Nanami helps you sit up and helps you into the shirt he had on earlier. He pulls the blankets up over you and you sit up, not wanting to fall asleep yet. "Do you have an extra toothbrush? And what time is it?" You ask him and he looks up at the clock in the corner of the room that you didn't notice until now.  

    "It's 12:54 am, and yeah, come here," He says heading to the bathroom and you follow along with shaky legs. He hands you a green toothbrush and leaves you in the bathroom. As he cleans the living room, you brush your teeth, not wanting to wake up tomorrow morning with yuck mouth. Once you're done, you place it in his cabinet, next to his, and you lay back down on the bed. You hear Nanami walk in but you don't see him. A few seconds later, he's brushing his teeth as well. When he's done, he turns the lights off and gets in bed with you, throwing the covers over both of you. 

   He pulls you to his side, something you were scared to do yourself, and nuzzles into you. He's the big spoon and his hand is on your stomach, rubbing small circles into it. You begin to doze off, coming to terms with the fact that you're in your ethics teacher's bed right now, and you still have to do the homework he assigned for the weekend. Right as you're about to go to sleep, Nanami's deep voice resonates in your ear. 

"We have a lot to talk about in the morning, y/n." 

[normal-thoughts-official]

karlach gushing about wyll to fytz always makes me all mushy inside. like. wyll has probably had his praises sung by a million bards, most of whom don't even know what he looks like, much less his name. but he hasn't felt like he's enough a day in his life since he became the blade of frontiers. if anything, that persona only made him see wyll ravengard as lesser and lesser

karlach, in contrast, doesn't give a fuck about the blade of frontiers. she's not exalting his battle prowess with edited and sometimes made up notions of what a hero is like. she's not talking of a legend. she's talking about her boyfriend wyll, isn't he handsome, and you should see how well he dances, i swear the man knows every style this side of the sword coast. he's travelled everywhere, im telling you, and none of that fancy shmancy touristy bullshit either, he knows all the locals and really learned everything about their culture and i learned so much about it from him. i was raised in baldur's gate my whole life and then i was out of the loop for a godsdamned decade and it's like every time we talk he takes me across the whole world, everywhere I've never met. it's crazy. and everyone loves him too. we get a discount everywhere we go, i swear, he once got 40 camp supplies for free in the shadow cursed lands! the poor fuckers in there couldn't even grow grass, everyone was eating stale bread and spoiled tarts and he just scored a full meal scot free out of some lady he had just met! didn't even say anything, just asked and she was like "yeah sure, here's a camp supplies pack for free". what's even the point of buying anything after that! it's not even magic because he refuses to use charm people on civilians, he's such a gentleman, he's just that charming. and the kids! he always stops to teach them and after a while even the kids from elturel didn't care about me anymore, it was all wyll this, wyll that, "yes karlach we've heard about how you defeated a cambion but it's cooler when uncle wyll tells it". ha! little turds. and the grandmas, man, i swear some of them straight up try to steal him from me-

it literally just keeps going and wyll can feel the heat spreading on his face but he's so pleased. he never knew being praised could feel this good, be coated in lightness instead of expectations, make him feel seen instead of heard of, make him feel whole and enough instead of constantly chasing a shadow of himself. and the love is so real and palpable because it's all stuff he does like it's breathing; it's part of who he is, it's wyll down to the bone and that's what she loves. and he's not sure he's ever been loved like this before, has ever enjoyed a compliment not because it felt some approval void he had in his chest but because it made him feel whole and enough. aooougggghjhhhhhhh

[polaritiesoop]

Gem and Lizzie would make for fun enemies as I think they would make great for a duo. Is it just me? Like better if it's one sided rivalry like with Joel and Scott. Lizzie is confused, Gem is bloodthirsty. Must be just me and my pirate concept with pirate captain Gem and her beef with the ocean and Lizzie as the Ocean Queen.

lemme rant about my concept

Gem is cursed by some ancient entity to shift into an ocean siren hit with the urge to eat people and longing to breathe underwater, she hates it because her siren features are slowly becoming permanent almost replacing her hybrid features of being a deer. Which she is devastated of as she is the sole survivor of her village kind. At some point she and her crew rescued Joel from captivity as he was a prince of a kingdom in the middle of a war. And Joel has the attention of Ocean Queen Lizzie, straight up being courted by her and he has an embarrassing crush on her yet is oblivious. When Gem realizes Joel is connected with her, she keeps Joel captive and demands Lizzie to cure her curse. Lizzie, who was not the one to cast the curse nor is she powerful enough to undo a curse, is confused on why Gem is being so hostile and keeping her from seeing Joel. They would have squabbles in the ocean and Lizzie is just half confused and half annoyed that Gem keeps fighting her. Plus she's embarrassed because Gem wins nearly all the time. Of course it eventually develops into friendship through the different misadventures of Gem and her crew.... And Lizzie is there on the ocean cuz she can't really stay much on land and Gem would aim for her head if she ever tries to take a step on their ship. she really wants to join the crew but Gem keeps refusing. Joel feels like Gem is acting like a parent keeping him away from Lizzie, Taylor Swift's Romeo and Juliet style of goofy lovestory.

Gem's crew consist most of the magical mt. cast that might be also cursed like Gem in diff. ways and so each of them have their own stories. Scar is a wanted criminal and vex hybrid and might/might've not stolen an important artifact from the last cannibal cult he was a part of (triple whammy) and might/might not be threatened every time with death because he got the attention of an ancient entity, I wonder why? Grian is a runaway prince that teenaged Gem had the unfortunate time with when he sneaked into the pirate ship of another crew Gem was once a cabin girl for. Now he is in Gem's crew disguised as a middle aged fisherman that contributes jack shit on the crew, but can't be kicked out cause he's a great fighter and the Snail Colony both cursed Gem and Grian as their servants and they are inseparable by contract. Skizz was supposed to assassinate Joel, but had grown fond of the man while taking on the role as his personal knight, and so was protecting him all the time when Prince Joel was kidnapped and the two of them formed a deeper friendship when they were kept captive . Skizz is definitely an ancient entity that is not aware he is one, has an awful amnesia of his divinity, and will start to remember while having a second go at puberty in the form of wings. Many Many sprouting wings. Impulse has a touch with death, he does not know why but he is happy to see his bestfriend Skizz again! He is plagued by the ghosts that start to randomly haunt their ship but he knows it's because of Scar...because they keep telling him to kill Scar. Oh, and Impulse encounters ghostly Joel clones pretending to be Joel of a variety of killing moods, for whatever reason they are targeting Skizz. Something is not right with Joel.

What about Mumbo? uhhhhh Normal Guy™. Genuinely loves to tend to the ship be it redstone and building. Experiences all the horrors of his friends' curses first hand. Does help them and somehow always at the scene of the crime but also at the resolution of said crime. It's almost suspicious how he keeps surviving....

Yeah, so pirates, lotsa ancient entities and curses and cults and crazy island colonies with more curses. but most importantly. snails. and the moon might start cash landing on earth because for some reason the moon goddess (Pearl duh) is now on earth and her powers are gone and Gem needs to help her. Somehow.

[smolgloves]

Fairytales

[Masterlist] chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Summary: Freya gets help from a unique person

Tw: Mentions of death, grief, mishandling of a tiny, trafficking mention, and dehumanizing language

There were stories about beings as tiny as a borrower that Auntie Ara would tell, beings that lived in the feywilds where they could fly and use their magic to their heart's content, only venturing out to Faerun to cause mischief. It always seemed like a fairytale but Auntie insisted she was telling the truth; hells, even her father claimed the stories were true but she never believed them. That was until she was staring at a pixie who stood right before her.

The first thing Freya noticed was the curious look that the pixie had. Her silver eyes reminded her of a tranquil lake that reflected the moon's soft glow, a major contrast to her hair, which exhibited wild green dreadlocks that just brushed over her shoulders. Freya had heard this was a style meant to mimic gorgons but she had once heard Astarion and Shadowheart snicker to themselves once, claiming the look resembled a rat's nest.

As the pixie inched closer, Freya could see a comforting light radiating from her powder blue skin. Her skirt was like wilted rose petals, the color had been drained from time, Freya wondered if she had been stuck in the shadow cursed lands for some time now.

“What happened?” She asked.

“Oh, you just fell from the sky while I was relaxing by the lake; you're lucky I was there, otherwise you would have gone splat!" She giggled.

“You were just ‘hanging out’ by the lake, in these lands?”

“Why not? The shadow-curse doesn't affect me.” Despite her casual tone, a smirk formed upon her lips. “Unlike you, I don't need a shoddy ring to travel around here.”

Freya ignored the insult when she was reminded of the ring, her hands immediately began patting her hips, lifting up the brown shirt to only find a deep bruise wrapped around her waist. “What happened to the ring?”

“I threw it into the lake.”

“What?!” The aching pain in Freya's body was ignored as she jumped up to her feet. “I needed that!”

The pixie just rolled her silver eyes. “You wouldn't last a minute with that rusty excuse for jewelry, it barely had magic left in it.”

“It was better than nothing!” Freya snapped back, staring back at the pixies smug face that rivaled Astarion's only fueled her anger more. “Go get it, so I can find my group!”

“Group?” She bounced over to Freya with wide eyes. “There are more borrowers in the shadow cursed lands?”

“They're not borrowers, they're larger beings.” Freya huffed out.

“I thought your kind hid from the big ones?” The pixie stated. “How'd that come about?”

“It's a long story.”

That smile on her face only brightened. “You know, I know a place that they could be at. If you want, I could help you.”

Stories of pixies warn about making deals with them, to say Freya was suspicious was an understatement. “Why help me?”

“Call it an apology for throwing that ring in the lake. Besides, I'm curious about your group, perhaps you can tell me about them while we travel.”

“Alright, fine.” Freya could tell this pixie was hiding something, the last thing she wanted was a fey going near her friends, but what choice did she have. Right now, she would just keep her guard up and hope she can part ways with this fairy before she could do something.

“Great! We just need to get across the lake.” She yanked her by the arm and rushed towards the burrow’s exit before stopping. “By the way, what's your name?”

“Freya.”

“I'm Lilia, now stay close to me!”

~~~

There was probably no fairy tale in the world to prepare Freya how bloody annoying Lilia would be! She buzzed around her head like a mosquito; if it wasn't for her light, she would have attempted to swat her away! Why did she insist on flying?

“So let me get this straight,” Lilia hovered in front of the borrower, looking at her instead of keeping her guard up. “You're traveling with a bunch of big ones but they all have mind flayer parasites in them?”

“All but one.”

Lilia plopped down on the ground, giggling as she spoke. “Are you worried they'll turn and eat you?”

“At this point, no.” Freya replied as she continued to march past the pixie.

For the first time since meeting her, Lilia did not giggle like a schoolgirl, but instead let out a heavy sigh. “You do know that conversations aren't supposed to be so one sided?”

Stopping in her tracks, Freya whirled over to Lilia. “No offense, but I’m not very forthcoming to random fey that are living in cursed lands.”

Instead of lashing back, Lilia trotted over with a smirk on her face and a hushed tone in her voice. “Oh, that's what it is, you think I'm going to do something with your friends, gonna lead them to their dooms?” She threw back her head with a cackle. “Trust me, I have no intentions on dealing with soon-to-be thralls!”

“Good.” Was all Freya could say as she kept walking; the familiar sound of buzzing came behind her, Lilia was at her side in a flash.

“So tell me why a borrower and big ones are traversing through the shadowlands?”

Freya pinched the bridge of her nose; there was going to be no end to her questions. “They think they'll find a cure at Moonrise towers.”

The flutter of her wings took an immediate halt. “Moonrise?”

Freya studied the shocked expression on the pixie’s face. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Just that Moonrise is heavily guarded by the curse.” Lilia stated. “They would need more than magic and torches to get there.”

“All the more reason to get back to them.”

~~~~

“Here we are!” Lilia exclaimed.

A soft glow radiated from a quaint little inn, swallowing up the surrounding area, time had faded the brick building, yet it still stood tall amidst the world around it. As they entered the area, Freya felt the lingering curse slip away, it was like coming up for air after diving into water. They made their way down a rocky path, taking in the tranquil setting. That was until the sounds of sobs came shuffling their way.

Despite her travels with the larger beings, the borrower's instincts did not die easily; every nerve stood on end when the tremors shook the ground.

“Oh, Danis!” A woman's voice cried out.

Instead of sharing her fear, Lilia glanced over her relaxed shoulder to Freya. “One of yours?”

Absolutely not! Freya almost snapped out, but her words were replaced with actions, quickly shoving the pixie into a nearby bush as the woman wandered over.

Ducking into the Foliage, Freya was met with the wide eyed stare of Lilia. “By Titania's grace, what was-!” Was all she could get out before Freya practically slapped her hand over her mouth. She could feel her lip curl against her palm, as if she wanted to bite her but thankfully decided against it after Freya pulled her closer.

Her breath was still as the woman sobbed for this Danis, those steel eyes locked onto her, while her face was buried in her palms, Freya could make out black horns protruding out of her lightly colored hair. A tiefling, but something seemed familiar about her. She wouldn't have been one of the refugees would she? It didn't matter, she wasn't part of the group, she couldn't know about Freya.

Eventually, the crying woman wandered off; with the knot in her stomach becoming undone, Freya let out a sigh. Her shoulders relaxing, she was safe, for now.

Gossamer wings flicked against Freya's arm in an attempt to burst free, she glanced over to meet the glare of the pixie she still had locked in the most awkward hug of all the realms. With a sheepish grin, Freya loosened her grip, letting the pissed off fae break away.

“What was that about?”

“She wasn't the tiefling I know, trust me.”

“But maybe she could have helped you.” The look of pure disbelief plastered on her face.

Freya had to suppress a scoff that threatened to slip out of her mouth. “Look, if I don't know a larger being, I don't make myself known. Besides, that woman seemed to be dealing with her own problems, better to leave her be.”

Lilia's eyebrow raised up like Freya's reason was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. Her mouth opened ready to argue until the tremors returned.

“Are you sure we should steal from Bex?” A child asked.

“Yeah Mol, she seems very upset.”

“Don't tell me you two are going soft!” Mol snapped. “Now’s the perfect time to strike while she cries over her lover.”

Okay, now that voice sounded really familiar. Freya stalked over to the edge of the bush to get a better look at the youthful voices. She saw three tiefling kids: A nervous one who bore a brown cap; a curly haired boy; and a little girl who had a bandage over her eye leading the pack.

“I know those kids!” Freya breathed out.

The pixie scampered over to Freya's sighed, a smile etched on her face. “Really?!”

“Well, not personally, but I know they were refugees that Tav helped out.” Her mind flooded with all sorts of scenarios, if the refugees were here then Freya can breathe a little easier knowing she isn't walking into a trap. Hope finally began to pump through her veins, if the refugees made it to this point then surely the others would stop here! Maybe they're already here!

“So if your friends helped them out they must be good.” Excitement laced Lilia's voice.

“Good enough to not be a major threat at least.” Freya corrected.

“Then you should ask them for help!”

“I don't think-!” Freya’s words were cut off with a hard shove to the back, thrusting her out of the safety of the bush and at the feet of the tiefling kids!

“What's this?” Mol snatched Freya up before she could scramble to her feet, keeping her arms pinned in a loose fist. No amount of squirming and fighting was going to get Freya out.

“What is that?” Asked the curly haired tiefling.

“It's one of them borrowers!” A wicked gleam caught Mol's eye. “Word says they're worth a few coin.”

“You can't!” Despite the futile attempt, Freya kept trying to break free. “I need to-!”

A red thumb pressed into the borrower's face, sealing off her protests. “Save the sob story for someone who cares, blondie.” She turned to her friends with a smirk. “We need to get back to Mattis, someone will buy a borrower here.”

As the children headed back to the building, Freya let out muffled screams that were a mix between calling out for help and cursing at the dimwitted pixie who got her into this mess!

[aran-morinorea]

Oh sobbing hyperventilating Glorfindel, we’re really in it now. In addition to requesting a snippet of Nan Elmoth could you elaborate on the “non-Euclidean” part of it? I’m not familiar with the concept. It seems like there’s some funky things going on with space and disorientation. What are you envisioning for the way this place works?

Also get some rest, you can do this <3

Start with the door. Given which side of the tray of food he’s sitting on, and where he was facing when he put it down, it’s probably… this way? He edges around it and counts his “paces” to get to the wall. It’s… well, it’s a wall. He feels along it, picking a direction and trying to find some hinges or the gap between the door and the wall, and he finds a doorframe.

Just the frame.

The baseboards are unbroken, but what is clearly a doorframe outlines a piece of the wall just like the rest of it. He stands up to check, and it goes all the way around. He goes back the other way to see if he just missed the door, but that really seems to be the place where the door should be. It’s just - not a door right now.

Quick math lesson bc I'm a nerd: Euclidean geometry is regular-style geometry. It takes place on a grid, and the grid is made up of regular straight lines. Non-Euclidean geometry takes place on... anything else. A sphere, or a hyperbolic plane, or something. Like how longitude lines are parallel, but they intersect twice. That can't happen in Euclidean geometry.

A fairly common headcanon is that proximity to Ainur warps time and space. It's a fun one, but it's not what I'm working with. What I'm using is that - it costs a lot of spiritual energy to build a person. Creating a half-Maia - which has only been done once - is very expensive. So in order to bear Luthien without being Miriel about it, Melian had to take back almost everything of herself, every blessing she had put into Nan Elmoth over the Ages. That's what cursed it, and that's why it has some of the spiritual and spatial effects that Nan Dungortheb (to which Ungoliant did much the same thing, just because she wanted to) has.

So time does pass normally, though if there's an enchanter involved you can't trust your memory. Space, however, is not at all consistent; it's non-Euclidean. It moves around so that two trees might be three feet apart at one moment and then three miles apart a few minutes later. it does this in learnable patterns, but learning them takes years of practice.

I am also blatantly exaggerating the effects of sorcery. Canonical magic is too soft for this shit, it would take an Ainu to fuck someone up the way Maeglin is casually doing to Glorfindel. However. I'm having fun.

[skeleton-mischief]

Error Sans

The harbinger of destruction, the pain of fulfilling your duty will never go away. Error, you were never meant to be happy

(headcanons below. TW: mentions suicidal ideation and attempts but very lightly touched upon)

- Official Height is 5'6

- He/They/It

- Despite everything, he follows Fate, a theist

- Cynical, erratic, sarcastic, cunning, confident, blunt, perceptive, loud, easily irritable, distrustful, detached, stubborn, theatrical, reserved, cocky, sassy, violent, and self interested

- Makes bracelets for those he tolerates (Blooper. Just Blooper)

- Has dolls for every Sans and Papyrus

- Plays with his dolls regularly, even making shows out of it

- Does not let anyone touch his dolls without permission

- Is fluent in Spanish because of Undernovela

- Hardly ever dresses up, he likes the clothes he has

- He can act childish when angered easily, but calms down overtime

- Hates Fresh, a very specific fear

- Has a mutual hate but respect for Ink

- Has only ever truly befriended Blooper

- Carries a lot of mixed emotions for the Multiverse

- Carries the burden of being the destroyer of timelines and universes. Yes, he has to destroy as many as possible, there is only so much space in the multiverse

- Is actually quite lonely, with very faint memories of his past

- Has dreams of other versions of him, but can never find them. They haunt him, whether because they're good or awful

- Does not like touch unless it's from someone very specific, and only then he can only handle small amounts of it

- Has beef with Red, the two trash talk each other

- Will steal chocolate from other universes, absolutely loves almost any of it except white chocolate

- Has a strange but strong liking for Outertale, it's better than the void

- Does not like small, cramped spaces or the emptiness of voids

- HARDLY ever shows vulnerability in front of others despite how emotionally unwell he is, if he does it's against his will or he's too emotionally distressed to hide it

- Emotional Constipation is his last name

- Erratic and violent fighting style, he's unpredictable and often is emotionally driven

- Curses but funnily has a habit of having his glitches censor it

- Is far from a pacifist, he's never spared someone from a timeline due to the suffering it could inflict on their mental state(Well...except Blooper)

- Glitches the more angry he gets until he just straight up crashes

- Can act like a man baby when arguing with Ink

- Knits and crochets, he's actually pretty good

- Wears sandals (sadly)

- Awkwardly supportive of Blooper

- Talks to himself or his dolls out of loneliness sometimes

- Will ramble about Undernovela because it's a special interest, no one can disrespect it

- Magic smells of battery acid, magic tastes of artificial blue raspberry with a tinge of apple

- Very direct, he is one of the least deceitful Sanses due to not bothering to hide his intentions. After all, he's THE destroyer of universes, timelines, etc

- He is awful at apologizing, but he puts in effort when he does it since he never apologizes unless he feels that they are deserving of it

- Let's others judge him even if he doesn't like it, since it feels like they're right

- Incapable of dying, even when he has tried a few times to kill himself

- His stringed features are glitched tears that stained him. They originally hurt, but not much anymore since he got used to it

- A God, capable of destroying any soul. It's why he can't "dust" Ink or Fresh, however, along with Nightmare or Dream

- Is only a fan of Outertale and OG Undertale

- Stargazes a lot, it's something he does when he needs to reflect or needs comfort

- Has red reading glasses that are taped together, but he still has them nonetheless and uses them occasionally

- He has smacked his own glasses on Blooper when Blooper was originally Blue. He later gave Blooper their own pair

- Has a fear of touch so he has to be the one to initiate it. Even then he can't tolerate it and glitches out. He gets shaken up and the most he can do is use his puppets or offering his pinky as a way to "hold hands" with Blooper

- Nearsighted canonically so he squints his eyes a lot

- He dreads Fresh's company as he's the only one that can snap him out of his serious nature out of distress of his presence

- He has actively ran away from Fresh

- He steals shit all the time and I mean all the fucking time. He can't create so he has to get shit to fill the void somehow!

- He stalks Vanilla and other timelines of UT

- If he was able to destroy every AU, then he'd finally be able to kill himself. Thus, he could finally rest. For now, he just has to think about what it would be like to die and to be dead

- He is chaotic neutral, so he will work with others if it benefits him somehow, though this happens to be rare

- Has memory issues at times and reminds himself with little notes around the antivoid with string

- Has thrown many tantrums before, even throwing Ink a few times because he was angry

- Ink and him when battling is filled with snarky banter despite neither being able to properly die, he just is more sarcastic than Ink

- Cats are the only animal he can touch and then rapidly pet and squish. He secretly loves them

- He will dress up in this pink scarf he got ahold of and he will play dress up when bored

- Magic is infused with his crocheted items and bracelets, which can have different intent depending on his emotions and even count as "marking" someone

- Hates scissors because of Ink

- One out of two to know Ink is soulless, he actively taunts him as well for it

- He actually associates the fear of touch, haphephobia, to be what he has. I hc that because all the touch he's experienced has been violent, he's developed his fear of it. He developed it if you will, and there would have to be a lot of patience before he lets someone close enough

- He actually loves certain puns and jokes, especially if he favors the person saying it at the time

- He prefers long distance combat since he can use his strings more effectively. He's not the most physically strong, but he has a few perks of summoning bones and teleporting/glitching in and out of one location

- When he sees something new, he just stares and prods at it

- If he gets too close to something with tech, it will start to glitch out and form static due to his magic despite the involuntary act

- He's the type of guy to turn around if someone points and says Fresh or Ink are present, actively falling for it just enough to let someone narrowly escspe

- He'll throw a fit if someone tries running away from him

- Sometimes he can reboot, and this leaves him vulnerable at the worst of times. He doesn't actually have a pattern for why it happens, but he goes ragdoll because of it

- He believes that what he's doing as the Destroyer is just, especially because he knows the consequences of why it would be important for him to stop the collision of universes

- He targets most AU's that are small, lack content due to its abandoned creator, or self destroying AU's because they're easier to eliminate without Ink actively noticing too much. He doesn't really go for active AU's unless Nightmare, Dream, or Ink fucked it up via fighting and destroying things. I actually have my own hc for Blooper and how he came to be in Error's possession, but that's for another time. Let's just say it wasn't a kidnapping, but rather a mercy

- His strings become thicker when crying, spilling out and causing him to glitch out without the inability to stop - even if it physically hurts him

- His voice often speeds up or reverberates, especially when stressed or excited

- He's very stubborn and has tried killing both Nightmare and Dream respectfully at some point or another, but he can be bribed with the right price

- He can hear creators and anons inside the void, whispers loud enough to echo in his skull especially when alone. A constant hum where he'd have to pay attention in order to understand all of them. When traveling to other universes or timelines, he can only faintly hear them and tune them out easier

- He doesn't realize that Fatal and Geno are past forms of him, but he recognizes it and in fact I hc that they hardly interact because they actively are constantly glitching in and out inside the anti void. It's a weird science, but it's like a constant blinking within the coding that caused the very slim chance of these skeletons to meet. Memory gaps are present to begin with because they never have the previous memories to begin with, at least...somewhat. Coding is a bitch after all, and one never can erase their past

- He is suspicious of anyone trying to get along with him, building trust between him and you is nearly impossible unless through bribery or a deal. In Blooper's case, it was a special exception

- If something doesn't go his way, he is an active bomb going off with how he's altering the world around him. He'll destroy anything within his vicinity and has even reached points where he alters his surroundings via glitching. I headcanon that with enough charged magic, he can cause massive glitching that starts to "eat" an AU or timeline, which makes the fighting more intense between the Gods

- If he likes someone, which would be practically never, he'll glare at them and side eye them without actively threatening their life. He'll and be more quiet, watching you

- He will use his strings to bend souls to his will, whether that was to make monsters fight, be restricted, or to dust the soul. He used to make some souls go into the anti void as a trophy to be hung above him with string, but not anymore. At some point he stopped being delusional about having to be the Destroyer, and just-....gave up trying to find pleasure with it. He's actually never really enjoyed destroying worlds, especially because he used to want to go back to his original one and knows that he's forever erasing something so special. He's just forced by Fate and desperation to actually do his job. In truth, he hÆt3s Fate

- He doesn't let others see him inside their timelines when he's traveling, stalking, etc. he's les social, but also just doesn't find himself to be a presence anyone wants to be around. He knows why he's there, and even if he doesn't destroy that world, it's easier to just hide

- He's on the aroace spectrum, and mainly just wants to be alone due to his own trauma. I think he would be aroace before, but that trauma just was an extra shove towards avoiding any romantic or sexual attraction/interests

- One thing that he feels extremely guilty for is what happened to Blooper, or originally a Swap Sans. In my hc, I actually think the reason he was left alone was because of a war happening, which caused him to try and keep him safe but ended up being gone for too long. Even when Blooper was losing it, causing havoc, he couldn't bring it in himself to hurt the one person he cared for intentionally even if he already did unintentionally. (DW though, things were resolved at some point)

- He loves Coraline or any odd little movie like that, because when Undernovela isn't playing he likes to watch them. Coraline just has cool dolls, symbolism, and overall fun animation to him. Don't let anyone find out however because he'll never trust you again

Closing Notes: heourghg....OURGH....groughg.....

Okay seriously though he's always been my bbg, my beloved, ohhhhhh my stars do I love him and want him to be okay he makes me so sick

[welcomehomerp]

Meet my Welcome Home OC Lydia Spellman

(again if you see this on an account called @mysticgeekzartz that is my art account Then just posting my OC's on my roleplay account)

🩵Name: Lydia Spellman

🩵Age: 25

🩵Pronouns: She/Her

🩵Sexuality: Lesbian

🩵Species: Puppet/Witch

🩵Nationality: English

🩵Fleece color: Light Blue

🩵Hair color: Bubble Gum Pink

🩵Height: 5'0

🩵Clothing Preference: She usually likes to wear dresses by times she does wear pants but most of the time she likes to wear a little sundresses and hats but she also wears the basic late '60s early '70s A-line style dresses She also wears Mary Jane's or flats She works as a witch who makes potions to cure ailments or to help people out So that's when she wears witchy robes

About Her:

Lydia is a witch that came from the UK area, she moved to home to help out with her little potion business to help people out whether it's a basic ailment or you want to grow taller She always had a natural potion for that She forces her ingredients in the forest that's where she met Eve and fell in love with her because of their love of the forest and being kind of bo-ho, Lydia is more mature and a "straight man" compared to Eve who is a chaotic SOB.

She is very mature and very posh how somebody would say She really respects manners And as always the adult compared to Eve who acts like a chaotic mischievous elf And she's always putting Eve on their place they bicker quite a bit but it's always silly bickering nothing too serious and almost like slapstick style things. Eve can say something that will drive Lydia insane they fight about it then they make up because they have their soft moments.

Lydia is a very proud witch and takes her magic very seriously and hates it when people deny magic is real I mean she's living proof that magic is real cuz she practices making potions and natural potion like remedies She likes to use her magic to help people, and is very knowledgeable about plants and herbs, ect to make her potions she's a bit clumsy when it comes to her potions She thinks she made one type of potion but in

reality it either explodes in her face or it isn't what the person asked for like her example I have this headcan in story that she wanted to give Eddie an energy potion so he didn't have to lose so much energy overworking himself delivering packages but instead of giving him energy

it just made him grow big so he was a giant for a while until Lydia figured out how to make him small again only to get him to shrink as small as a mouse but then after a bunch of trial and error she did manage to get him into normal size so people are sometimes iffy about her potions even though she's insistent that they work

On her downtown Lydia likes to have a nice cuppa tea and reads her spell books practicing spells or if she's angry enough at Eve cursing her whether that is making her silent for a few days so she can't annoy people or shrinking Eve to put in her purse so she doesn't have to deal with her That's just the life of Lydia Spellman dealing with a chaotic wife

(That's all I'm going to say about Liddy If you want to know more about her maybe ask for a role play (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

[cerberus253]

Okay, hear me out, what if.. the eight demon sorcerers, ever visited brazil nowardays in their human disguises, and would actually end up interested or shocked at the culture?

Also, i can imagine po kong and bai tza would be surprised by how many man (not all cause.. y'know.) are respectful towards woman and also by how they react when a guy try to hit one or be aggressive. (i honestly think they would love the fact that when a neirghbohood has a thief around, the thief just gets beaten up and tossed to the ground by the ones who live there XD)

And oh boy, po kong would possibly love brazilian food, especially the brazilian hotdogs, since brazilians put as much things as possible in it! (ya can search it up if ya want to see it) and maybe not only her but also xiao fung would love the desserts they make!

Probabbly something that would also possibly surprise they is the holidays called "festa junina" and carnaval, like, Carnaval may be fine but too crowded, so i think they would prefer festa junina, which hsi wu would definitely love cause he would be allowed to buy those small bombs to more bigger ones made for pranks to just light it up and startle people with it for his own amusement.

And i can aswell imagine how some of they would react to realizing that some kids would actually know how to curse cause of their older siblings or possibly know how to flirt or make ccompliment to girls they like (which i can see hsi wu laughing at the background by some of the corny flirts and etc)

Or probabbly be surprised that in small towns, some kids are allowed to drive in those small italians motocycles, since is actually normal iin some small towns, and maybe get shocked by how old people behave and etc, and maybe by how some girls appearance are more developed despite their young age. which is somewhat shocking for some people.

But i think they would like to spend time on brazil, and aswell find it funny how some of the buildings brazilians do almost don't make sense or how they do their so called "gambiarras" !XD

(btw, how ya doing? also, take your time, drink water and rest. have a good day^^)

Alright so, I have to start with this: I have not been able to touch, think, nor research anything on this Ask for the past handful of weeks because of College work. In addition, my motivation for working on JCA stuff has dwindled a lot since that short period of time when I was bombarded with JCA asks. With that being said, do understand that my answers may not be up-to-snuff like my previous ones because I really do not want to spend all my little free time answering questions in a lengthy format (Ironic I say this at the beginning, before i even started typing. You will see why).

Now with that out of the way, to my Answer:

I tried to make them act In-Character without too much racial hostility and aggression towards humans, and the humans willingly including them. A very "What-If..." scenario.

Shendu

Shendu did not want to go, but since everyone was being forced to go, he had to as well. Although terrified of him, the people cheered when he showed off his fire abilities during the Burning Ceremonies. Of course he needed a larger space than the normal fires the people do, but it was worth it for them. Large streams of fire straight into the air, the sparks of flame crackling like small explosions, the sparkles of magic sprinkling throughout, the people really enjoyed the show. Shendu hated that he was being used and gawked at, but deep down he enjoyed the attention and praise.

People really wanted to decorate Shendu in bright, warm feathers to mimic the legendary Boiuna. Yeah, Shendu isn't a serpent, nor a black one, but he breathes fire and the Boiuna is a snake on fire, so close enough. The only problem is, the feathers aren't fire-proof, so Shendu would have to restrain his flames. He also didn't like that he was being used like a giant doll, but witnessing the outfit people made for him, he conceded. Although it's not his style, he agreed it looked great on him. Shendu saw himself as a godly fire dragon with flames as his crown, cape, bracers, anklets, and other regalia. If he ever When he rules the world, he may spare these people of destruction (not slavery though because Demons>>>>>>>Humans)

Po Kong

She came to Brazil to eat as much of their unique food as possible, like Feijoada, Moqueca, Quindim, Bolinho de Bacalhau ("little cod ball," which means "large cod balls" have now been invented), and Acaraje. Po Kong was not allowed to eat people there (unless they were ruining the fun), so she went for the salty, savory, and sweet foods the most. No food was thrown away at the end of the festivities!

Let's talk about Floats. Po Kong is the size of one, and yes a few of her siblings joked that she should be decorated like one and partake. The only problem is that, unlike unlike Floats, she is suuuuuper heavy and nothing is strong enough to lift her. Maybe she could be a visual attraction? Now, before anyone says "This is inappropriate and rude!" Understand this: Po Kong does not care, as long as it's in a respectable manner (being dressed as clown VS being dressed as a Geisha). If people want to take the time to beautify her to get people to look in awe, she's on board with it. Maybe it's good that she stays away from Floats, just in case any of them look too much like food. Maybe she'll request a Float actually be made out of food so she can eat it. The consuming of art in a whole knew light!

Xiao Fung

The one who forced everyone to go to Brazil. Unlike his siblings, Xiao Fung seems to be the most intrigued by humans. He still thinks demons are superior, but finds the variety of human cultures developed over their absence to be interesting. He somewhat sees most of South America as the Ultimate Culmination of Human Cultures due to many traditions being a homogeneous mixture of different cultures.

The Festival Floats, those were his favorite form the visit(s). While not as impressive as complex building architecture, he did enjoy the immense creativity and effort involved. His favorites were the ones with monsters and beasts as the centerpieces, liking the menacing over the divine. One time he saw a frog based float, and before they tore it down at the end of the festival, he demanded he take it off their hands.

Tchang Zu

Although not entirely willing to go, Tchang Zu gave it a chance after seeing/reading about their grand festivals. Although he's more of Chinese Imperialist kind of guy, the eye-catching and ornate visuals piqued his curiosity. Hopefully it's all more than just looks, with performances being just as impressive.

His favorite performances involved those that required feats of strength and agility while being in a respectable warrior's costume. Anyone who could do the Best to Impress him got a round of applause by Tchang Zu himself. Although not his preferred apparel, he did indulge in the warrior costume and had one made for himself, uniquely with a pair of large wings to mimic the Chinese Opera General Flags. After everyone left to go home, he did keep the costume as a memento and does take care of it.

Tso Lan

He didn't have any particular reason to go to Brazil, since he has no interest in human's and their existence, nor Earth's Life in general. Tso Lan only went because Xiao Fung thought it would convince him to not completely devastate the Earth's surface if he finally had enough of his siblings' bullshit and wiped them out.

Despite Tso Lan's attempts to avoid interacting with people, they did not let him. Every so often while he's floating around, minding his own business, he would catch large groups of kids and teens following him. Once he turns around to look at them, they'd dart into hiding. Annoyed and confused, he was informed why this was happening: They thought he vaguely looked like the Capelobo, a long faced, bipedal monster that sucked people's brains out. Apparently they were seeing who could go up and tap him before being caught. While not entirely on-board with the game, he did enjoy scaring the players, sometimes going up to those hiding to spook them, causing them to playfully scream and run away.

Dai Gui

Forced to go by his brother, he's really not having a good time because of all the colors. Dai Gui is more into Earthen tones, so all the other colors of the Rainbow he cringes at. All the colorful feathers and clothing reminded him too much of flowers, which he hates, so his grumpiness is quite unwelcoming to the locals.

However, some people, mostly brave younglings, would try to put body paint on him. Of course he'd be pissed by this, but once he saw the colors to his liking, he calmed down a bit and let them paint on him. He found it amusing that some kids would team up and try to paint certain colors more than their opposing group. He didn't understand why, until...

Dai Gui enjoyed watching the Bumba Meu Boi event, despite it not being as violent as he wanted it to be. The Black ox Caprichoso with the Blue Star VS the White ox Garantido with the Red Heart, he did not want to admit he grew a liking to their existence after the actors tested their bravery and went up to interact with him. They snorted, he snorted back. They waved their heads around, he would do the same. They're his pets now.

Hsi Wu

One of the few that willingly came along and is actually enjoying himself, Hsi Wu especially enjoyed the festivities, like the Rio Carnival, Boi-Bumba, and Oktoberfest.

I can't seem to find the bombs that you mention, but yeah, he would most definitely use those to scare the shit out of people and his siblings. The grumpy ones would try to get back at him (Tchang Zu would lightning strike him, Shendu would flame him, Bai Tza would soak him), but the uniquely stoic Tso Lan, he is determined to scare the life out of him. I think only Xiao Fung would find it entertaining.

Hsi Wu really like the costumes, especially those that are extravagant, colorful, and bird-like. The feathers, sequins, masks, and crowns catch his eyes, trying to get his hands on some lying around to take home and add to his collection of Stuff. I wouldn't be surprised that he'd wear some at the festival, body paint and all, just to capitalized on the fun.

Bai Tza

Bai Tza missed the days where her people would throw magnificent displays and performances all for her sake whenever she requested. Although Brazil doesn't throw these for her, she can at least be in the atmosphere of one, surrounded by her family. The only thing that ruins it is that Drago and his "friends" are around here somewhere.

Face paints of blues and whites were her favorites to put on, and seashells, sea stones, and crystal beads her favorite jewelry here. When hearing about Yemọja, the Queen of the Ocean, she wanted to pose as her, but the people wouldn't let her unless she acted like it. Obviously mad about it, the choice was being treated like a guest and be herself, or be treated like a goddess and be kind. She picked the latter, struggled to keep the benevolent mask, and her siblings never let her forget it. Never again.

Drago

Xiao Fung wanted to include his nephew, but nobody else, not even Drago himself, wanted to. To find the "Happy Medium," Xiao Fung let The Ice Crew come along to keep Drago company and out of his relatives' sight. Fun Fact: Xiao Fung did not have to threaten nor "convince" The Crew. They simply gave out a "Fuck YEAH" when told they were going to Brazil. Party Hard, ya crazy kids.

Hsi Wu would definitely pick on Drago with his mischief, pulling The Crew along with him to scare the shit out of him. Of course, Drago would get psychical with the three, but they would convince him to tag along to mess with the locals.

Although Drago has similar unpleasantness like his relatives', he isn't as intimidating, especially with The Ice Crew around. He would probably be convinced to show off martial arts, Chinese dances that require acrobatics, feats of strength, and fiery performances. Drago hated that he was being seen like a gawking toy, but deep down he enjoyed the attention, appreciation, and praise. While that's going on, the Crew are trying to get ladies (or dudes, depending on how you view them).

The Crew would willingly put on face-paint and such, Drago would be forced by them to wear it.