#perfectly taka

[akolnoix]

i like to joke about the black+red coats the jigsaw crew wears being akatsuki cloaks, and then while watching saw 2 i was like "haha amanda kinda has sasuke's hairstyle." well that all collided tonight, while i (finally) watched saw x.

[swampythesweetsketch]

Racing Through The Night is a Kiyotaka song and Ghost City Tokyo is a Mondo song and they go together because the vibes are there and I will chew through your door if you tell me I'm wrong.

[neko-uchiha]

Sunā hai log use aañkh bhar ke dekhte haiñ

so us ke shahr meñ kuchh din Thahar ke dekhte haiñ

(Heard that people gawk at them with awe, to be sure. In their city, let’s stay for a couple of days, to be sure.)

sunā hai rabt hai us ko ḳharāb-hāloñ se

so apne aap ko barbād kar ke dekhte haiñ

(Heard, they're empathetic to those down on their luck. If so, let’s ruin ourselves to such a state, to be sure.)

sunā hai raat use chāñd taktā rahtā hai

sitāre bām-e-falak se utar ke dekhte haiñ

(Heard, the whole night moon keeps staring at them. Stars descend to watch their eminence, to be sure)

sunā hai din ko use titliyāñ satātī haiñ

sunā hai raat ko jugnū Thahar ke dekhte haiñ

(Heard, in the day, butterflies swing around them. In the night, fireflies stop in their ways, to be sure.)

sunā hai hashr haiñ us kī ġhazāl sī āñkheñ

sunā hai us ko hiran dasht bhar ke dekhte haiñ

(Heard, quite apocalyptic are those eyes of theirs, Gazelles keep hopping in the wilderness, to be sure)

bas ik nigāh se luTtā hai qāfila dil kā

so rah-ravān-e-tamannā bhī Dar ke dekhte haiñ

(A mere glimpse of theirs has people loose their minds. Hence even adventurers become too cautious, to be sure)

[beevean]

Body swap trope?

(do you prefer when the voices stay the same or when the voices are swapped too?)

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

The voices absolutely have to match the body. I loved The Meteor from Sonic Boom precisely because half of the fun was hearing Roger and Mike imitating each other 😂

It's another broad trope, but if used well, it has lots of potential. I'd rather avoid the cringe humor of awkwardly trying to pretend to be the other person (at least, avoid focusing on it too much) (and ofc the cliché "oh no i have to go to the bathroom and see the other person's genitals!!" yeah i get it that it has to happen eventually just gloss over it), but it's also such a violently intimate way of getting to know each other!

Don't know how to feel about the idea of fucking in this situation, though. Personally I think I'd die 😂

[kayesfanfics]

General Alucard Dating Headcanons

A/N: This takes place post Season 4, if he didn’t fall for Greta of course and just became friends with her

He absolutely adores when you call him Adrian, he doesn’t really like being called Alucard by you, since that’s more of his title than his actual name. He didn’t share his real name with you for a bit, but one day he asked you if you could call him by his given name, Adrian, and of course you respected his wish. But there was something about everyone else in the village calling him Alucard or The Alucard, and you were one of the only people to call him by his name. It made you feel special, and it made him feel more close to you when you said his name

It took awhile for him to open up to you fully, after what happened with Sumi and Taka, he needed physical space from you. Physical touch was iffy for him, he had to take baby steps into it with you. First it was linking pinkies, then holding hands, then hugs, and it took a long time for him to finally kiss you. But once he did, he never stopped wanting to, your lips fit perfectly against his and your sweet and love filled kiss didn’t hold any malice or ill intentions. More intimate things like sex would come later into the relationship, but for now you were content with kissing him

HE LOVES CUDDLING WITH YOU. After getting used to you touching him and feeling your arms around him, he felt so safe in them. They held him after nightmares, held him when he cried, held him when he wanted to express his love for you. Likes when you play with his long hair and scratch his scalp, his own hands often scratch your back with his long nails, or his thumbs rub your hips where his hands are rested. When he feels lonely in the castle, he finds you and asks if you to hold him. It never takes much convincing, so you find a comfy place to get comfortable, whether it be him sitting in a chair and you on his lap, on a couch or getting cozy in bed for a nap together

Loves watching you help the people around the village. You help the men hold things up to build houses, help cook meals with the women, play with the children while their parents were busy. You and Sypha would often chat together, complaining about your S/O’s bad habits, like Trevor’s constant thirst for beer and Adrian’s clinginess when you were busy

Adrian: “I am not clingy…am I?”

Trevor: “When you got drunk with me you cried about wanting Y/N and kneeled before her.”

Adrian: “Oh-“

He likes to gather and cook you dinner personally, it feels more intimate and with love that way rather than just bringing you a plate of food someone else made. Likes to set up romantic dinners with a velvet tablecloth, candles, and a vase with flowers for you, and cook you your favorite meal after a long week of running a village with him

He gets so embarrassed when the orphans of the village call him ‘dad’ in front of you. It always makes you giggle and brings a red blush to his pale cheeks, and he freezes until one of this kids tug on his sleeve to answer their question. Whenever he sees you playing with the kids, he can’t help but imagine what it will be like when the two of you have kids. Belmont and Sypha are already expecting their first, maybe soon the two of you would as well in the near future. He would bring the idea up to you, and you had the same thoughts for some time as well, thinking that Adrian would make the cutest kids with you, hopefully they’d have his luscious blonde hair

He definitely wants to turn you into a vampire, he doesn’t want to live his immortal life without you. Of course if it is your wish to remain human, he will respect that, but if you allow him to turn you, he will do it gently and hold you through the painful transition. Would love to always kiss where he bit you while turning you, so lots and lots of hug from behind followed by the soft peck of his lips on your neck

[ahogedetective]

"Ahaha, I know. Even detectives have to consider the craziest of possibilities, sometime." He smiles, giving him a back pat so he wouldn't feel embarrassed. "Yeah... a regular person, pulling a big prank on lots of people..." It just couldn't possibly be an actual supernatural entity, he believes. Of course, Shuichi being completely unaware of the otherworldly partner that accompanies his kouhai...

"Exactly. Plus I would hate to worry Mr. Yakou if I kept you out too long... and I'm sure they won't appreciate what we're about to do, but for the sake of this case, we have to!" While he could tell Yuma was hesitant to do this, Shuichi was proud of him for still going through with the plan, considering the possible risks.

He gives an approving nod. "Good, that's the spirit. Let's lure out our mischevious 'demon'...!!" With that, while Yuma begins his act, Shuichi starts running loudly down the other side of the hallway, and slams his hand against any passing doors.

"I know, right?! But it's alright, we've got the whole building to ourselves! We'll just make our own fun!! And even if they do notice, who cares?! Their own fault for making it soooo easy to break in here!"

He was sure he probably looked just as silly to the tiny detective right now, but if they could bait the 'demon' into showing itself, then he'll keep acting as obnoxious as he can be. "Yep! And I don't care if we wake them up! ("I'm sorry, to anyone sleeping!!") Yeah, this laughable excuse of a prestigious school can recruit all these prodigies, but couldn't find any Ultimate Security Guards, huh? No wonder a demon takes over the school at night. Heeeeey!!! Bring your ass out here, demon!! Yuma and I could have been chilling with a nice book in our rooms right now, but noooo, we had to play exorcists and deal with you! You're lucky if we don't kick-! .......Your........."

Shuichi was turning back around while going on his rant. And in doing so, was facing Yuma again; but also.... noticing that towering, red-eyed shadow behind him in turn. With eerily long hair.... ("Wh.....Who.....?") He's staring wide-eyed at the figure. There's a mix of relief and satisfaction that their plan worked, but also unnerved, because.... while he knows they were being loud, how in the world did that shadow sneak up behind Yuma without either of them noticing? But he didn't have time to think about that right now. "...!!! Ah!!! Y....!" he needs to warn Yuma!!!

"Yuma!!! B-Behind you! Hurry over to me!!!"

"I-I was just throwing some suggestions out there," Yuma says, a slightly flustered look on his face, "R-right... There's no way supernatural creatures exist... It's just someone playing pretend, haha... "

Ignoring a certain someone's teasing, Yuma looks back towards his senpai, a curious frown on his face.

"Yeah... We still have the whole night ahead of us, but I would rather not be here when the sun finally rises. Hopefully our target won't be too upset when it comes looking for us. I can only imagine just how upset it will be seeing us acting like delinquents..."

"Yes, I'm ready," Yuma mutters, lying through his teeth, "If this is what we have to do to uncover the truth, then so be it. " Yuma takes a deep breath to steady himself before whining at the top of his lungs, the boy slowly walking towards the other end of the hallway.

"I'm so bored! I knew I should have brought my spray paint!" Yuma is doing his best to be as loud and obnoxious as possible, much to the amusement of his unseen companion, "O-oi! You think anyone will care if we nick a few things? I bet they won't even notice, haha!!"

He stomps around a bit, feeling completely ridiculous while doing so. While quietly praying that Shuichi won't tease him later on for this, Yuma continues his little act, the boy taking the time to peek into one of the corridors and spots some dorm rooms.

"So spoiled! I bet if anyone's here then they're sleeping like a log! You know, for some highly prestigious school this place has lousy security!" Yuma places his hands on his hips while he tries to give an arrogant laugh, the boy completely unaware of the tall, long-haired, and red-eyed shadow that has snuck up directly behind him...

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Heart Sutra ~ Buddha x Goddess! Reader

Gate gate para gate para sam gate bodhi swaha...

"Your pronunciation is getting better, Y/N." King Jataka laid on the grass, underneath a tree, watching the beautiful woman besides him create various models of flower crowns with her magic. "Really? You truly think so?" her charming smile seemed to radiate as bright and warm as the Sun itself. "Yes, I think so. A little more, and you can sing the Heart Sutra perfectly." Jataka found himself smiling also. "Ahh, you are being far too nice, 'Taka." she waved her hand dismissively, returning to her idle work. "Y/N, do you mind if I ask you something?" she hummed, encouraging him to continue. "You are a Goddess. Why have you been staying at my court, disguised as a Bodhisattva?" he asked, deep in thought. Y/N turned her head to look at him properly. "Why, you ask?" Y/N didn't have an immediate answer. "I suppose because it makes me happy." "Does it, really?" he murmured, intrigued. "I think so, yes." she smiled kindly. "Every time I see the smiles of people that I healed, my heart bursts with happiness, and I feel lighter. In this prospect, I suppose that yes, being here, among humans, and aiding them does make me happy." "You are always smiling." Jataka nodded his head, pensive. "You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen." "Jataka." she called out his name, placing the flower down and leaning back on the tree. "What is bothering you?" "Ahaha... Saw right through me, didn't you? No wonder you're a Goddess governing the nature, peace and serenity. Only someone pure and benevolent like yourself could understand my troubled heart." the King spoke softly. "I am nearing the end of my life, and through this, I have come to realise that although I have done my duty well, made my people happy and that my kingdom is flourishing... You see... I feel... Unfulfilled. I feel... Empty. Like there is something missing. I feel... Deep unrest and... Sadness. As though I am nostalgic over something that I have never had... And never will."

"Your reason for sadness is the very reason over which I took a leave of absence from home, up there." Y/N gently wrapped her arms around the King, placing his head on her lap. "There is no creature alive that can feel happiness over being controlled by a higher being. We blame destiny and duty, or even Gods for out sadness... But the truth is, Jataka... We are the masters of our own destiny, and only we have power over our own lives." Y/N looked away with a sarcastic smile. "If only that were entirely true, huh?" "Lavishing in all these material luxuries, being hidden away from any misfortune, I have been ignorant over what it meant to live." the man sighed deeply. "As I watched the starry skies one night, from the balcony, I realised how vast the skies are - And if the skies are endless, then so must the Earth be. I watched birds fly, unhindered by any restraint, and I realised that I was nothing more than a caged falcon, bound by a rope, never allowed to venture too far. Since my birth, I have been told that I must uphold my duties as a prince - As the future King - And I did everything as best as I could, out of filial love and duty for the people I am responsible for." Jataka felt a sense of relief, feeling the Goddess' hand gently caressing his silvery locks. "Do you think I am selfish, Y/N? For wishing for my own happiness, for once?" "No, Jataka. I do not think you are selfish. Truth is..." though Y/N smiled, it was bitter, and a tear escaped down her cheek. "I am just a little upset that you did not realise it until it was too late." a few more tears followed close behind, surprising the young King. "You are such a good man, Jataka. It always pains me, seeing young men and women like you, who have done only good in their life, and are repaid with only misfortune. I hate how unfair life can be, and I hate that I am unable of meddling with diseases that humans cannot conquer yet. If I were to keep every living being alive, forever, than it would only bring calamity and a disbalance of life." Jataka felt a pang of pain in his heart, realising the emotional woman before him cared so much for him and all the people she governed over - Despite all the births, deaths and rebirths that she's witnessed over the course of aeons, for as long as she has been alive - She still couldn't get over the suffering of loss. "But if I make an exception with you, then I would have to make an exception with everyone, as my heart wouldn't allow me to spare one over the other. A cruel fate, out of which I cannot escape. And you, Jataka, are correct, you are no different - A beautiful song bird, trapped in a golden cage, embellished with the most precious jewels, forced to sing the songs of the nobles, yet unable to break free and witness and experience the world in front of your eyes; Unable to spread your wings and feel the air brushing through your feathers."

Y/N felt two gentle hands cradling her face, wiping away her diamond beads of tears which created blooming flowers where they fell on the ground. Jataka smiled, and kissed her forehead. "Having your love means more to me than anything else in the world." he spoke in a soft voice which mellowed the Goddess' heart further into trembling with emotion. "Though I cannot live the life that I wished, nor live eternal in this mortal husk that my body is - I have a single wish, that only you may fulfill. It is the only thing that can bring me a little comfort. Can you promise me something, please?" "Of course. I will do anything." she placed her hands over his own, intertwining their fingers together. "Please, take care of Siddhartha for me. He is still young and naive, still fooled by the luxuries of the palace. He needs you, the same as I do. He is a good man. Please, care for him the same as you did for me." the two locked eyes, and their hearts came to a deep understanding. A vow was formed, for millennia to come. "I will."

Weeks passed by, and though Siddhartha had no clue that Y/N was actually a Goddess, he enjoyed his time spent with her and Jataka. Ever since she appeared at his Kingdom, quite a while ago, he felt that those two were kindred spirits, in ways that few could accomplish, as though they could understand each other simply through looks and smiles. Or maybe that's how mature adults think. One of the two, he wasn't quite sure. Either way, he often teased Jataka about taking her as one of his wives. He always got scolded when he did.

Y/N wasn't the most talkative, but he always appreciated her care for everyone, including him. All her kind words and sweet actions towards people made the young man want to spend more and more time with her.

At some point, he even came over to her, offering flowers - He had the most innocent, boyish grin - He was so adorable, really. Still, for some reason, Y/N only smiled sweetly at him, kissing his cheek and went away. Though he was flustered, he also felt... Rejected? Maybe his intentions weren't obvious enough? He wasn't quite sure - Not to mention, Jataka just laughed, but gave him no answer. Was he teasing him? Ha!

Jataka's time was nearing its end, and for the first time since they've known each other, Siddhartha was met with a confusing confession for his elder brother figure - The validity of his happiness. Was he happy, truly? Was the material world was the soul's fulfillment was? Or perhaps he was too shallow to realise... Or too inexperienced? Jataka said he realised how much he wanted to see the world and... Live. Alas, he couldn't, not only because of his illness, but because of his duties as a King, trapped in the comforting gold of his kingdom.

He panicked, seeing his older brother's bitter smile, looking into the horizon at the setting Sun, and he felt dread, watching the blood dripping down his hand as he continued to cough.

When the country went into deep mourning, he was shocked not to see Y/N anywhere. She must be glued to the coffin, no doubt. Everyone knew she was the closest person Jataka ever had. As Siddhartha rode towards the kingdom, he saw the people sobbing and weeping for their deceased King.

"The life I lived, who did it belong to, in the end?"

"Do you truly think I am a happy person?"

These questions rung through Siddhartha's mind, as soon as he heard that one assumption - "The king must have been truly happy."

But was he, really? Who's to say he was actually happy? The kingdom's prosperity? The people's well-being? No war, nor famine or plague in the lands he was governing?

At once, Siddhartha came to a revelation. He jumped off his horse, and weeping, he started cackling loudly, making people believe his grief drove him to madness.

As expected, as soon as he entered in the temple, he was met with sobbing people, lots of flowers, and a single woman glued to the King's coffin. Yes, Y/N loved flowers, and consequently, so did Jataka - Hence why Siddhartha gathered a whole basket of field flowers and strutted all the way to the coffin, throwing flowers around.

"Siddhartha...?" Y/N's sweet voice called out to him softly as she rose her crying face to look up at him. "You were right. I understand now, and I admit, you were right." he smiled at her. "I won't say it a second time though." "What are you talking about?" Siddhartha moved his gaze to Jataka, and offered a melancholic smile. "Hey, bro. You 'bout ready to go out of here?" with extraordinary strength, Siddhartha picked Y/N and placed her gingerly on his shoulder, as his other hand held Jataka's coffin. He was completely deaf to all the others yelling at him to stop his mad actions. "Piss off. Whatever Gods you're praying at today - My bro Jataka doesn't need their blessings. Because happiness... Comes from within."

Y/N gasped hearing his bold words - And she started crying. She was proud of him. Afternoon came, and the two knelt on the ground, gazing at the beautiful King amongst the flowers, having his coffin lowered onto the river sheen. "You are free, my friend. Now go and find your happiness yourself." they watched him disappear into the horizon, engulfed into the red rays of the beautiful Sun.

For the first time in the many years since they've known each other, Siddhartha witnessed Y/N offering him her undivided attention. As soon as the silhouette of the coffin was visible no more, she threw her arms around his torso and sobbed like a child. Siddharta smiled, moved that someone cared so much for his bro, and he held her smaller form into his embrace. "Why are you crying so much, you little crybaby? Don't you know - Suffering is only a concept bound to the material world. One day, when we enter Samsara, our souls will reunite with Bro's, and we will be friends again, in our next life - Again, and again, until we reach awakening and attain Nirvana." his words sounded so wise, unlike the childish beliefs of yester-year. "It is alright to upset, the wound is still fresh and ablaze. But Y/N - One should find happiness in remembering the beautiful memories guiding your future, rather than mourning the past." "I am so proud of you, Siddhartha." her words were nothing that he expected, and the young man was taken aback. "You are right. Yes, you are entirely right. If only that life was kinder to benevolent souls like yourself and Jataka." she continued vaguely.

Y/N rose her head to look up at him, a wide smile through her tears. "But, Siddhartha, you see - That truth only applies to mortals. As a Goddess, seeing beautiful souls die so young... Beautiful flowers withering all around you, as the garden you tended with so much love and care dies upon winter... It hurts every time, and no matter how many thousands of years pass, I cannot get over the suffering that loss has on me." Siddharta frowned slightly, confused at her statement. "Goddess, you say? Ha! That's funny." he grinned at her. "You see, I have just come to the realisation that I absolutely despise anything that tries to control my actions. I am a firm believer that we seam the tapestry of our own lives through the choices we make. Now I understand why Bro was so upset last time we met. You knew all this, didn't you, you little minx?" "Of course I did." she huffed lightly. "Siddhartha - Do you hate me for not saving Jataka? Now that you know my identity, you must be very upset that I just let him die." The young man let out an over-dramatic hum, placing his hand to his chin as if to mock thinking, before he popped out a negative answer. At least he retained his childish vitality. "What are you Goddess over, anyway? You healed people. Goddess of Life or what?" "Nature, Peace and Serenity." Siddhartha let out a sound of understanding. "No wonder I and Bro felt so good around you! It's like everything was good around you!" he cackled weirdly. "Must be hard on you, huh?" his theatrical expression turned more gentle and kind. "Having to take care of so many things at once. You know, my wife told me once that she can feel what our child feels. I'm not sure how it works, but it must be similar with you and everything you create right?" Y/N nodded her head, albeit, bewildered at the accurate comparison that he figured out on the spot. "Having to feel the emotion of every living being must be a huge pain in the ass." Y/N giggled in amusement. "I love and care for every living being, Siddhartha. It is like a gardener tending to a flower garden. Every human, every animal, every tree. Everything has life, and their vitality, their energy surges through my veins." she explained, taking a step back. She rose her hands up to take his hair away from his tail, letting it swish with the wind. His hair was so long, that it matches her own. "You dig in the dirt with your own fingers, and you bury the seed of life. Every morning, every afternoon and night, you tend to this seed, and care for it - You water it and fertilize it, protect it from parasites and the harsher weathers. When it comes up from under the first, you see the cutest, littlest sprout, braving to live and grow more. You watch it get bigger, and stronger over the course of many days, until finally, it reaches maturity, and it blossoms into the most beautiful flower." she smiled widely, creating a gorgeous flower crown, which she placed on his head. "But once it reaches maturity, the risk of illness increases. It matures until it grows old. You watch it lose its vibrant colours, the petals fall off one by one, until only a frail stem remains, falling from the faintest breeze, until finally, the roots rot, and the flower is no more." Siddhartha's grim comment about life made Y/N's beautiful gem-like eyes gleam with emotion. "So is life, yes." despite being overwhelmed with emotion, Y/N continued to speak. "Out of all my flowers - Siddhartha, you are my most beautiful lotus flower, and I am most proud of you." the young man blushed in surprised. "Creating humans, creating life - It is the effort of the collective of Gods, not mine alone; But creating, and caring for, is different. I may not be able to look over every living being in this large, large world, but I am most honoured that I was able to meet you and see you grow into such a wise young man."

At once, Siddhartha pulled Y/N into a tight hug, swinging her around enthusiastically. "Awwww, you're the sweetest! You're making me blush!" Y/N was quickly beginning to get dizzy from all the twirling and swinging around from the awfully strong prince. "What did you promise Bro?" "Oh? You knew about that?" Y/N chuckled softly, trying to regain her balance. "I promised that I would take care of you, the same way I did for him." Siddharta grinned widely. "Nope!" Y/N looked at him, a little confused. "I've got a better idea, actually." he brought Y/N at arm's length, his hands placed firmly on her shoulders. "You knew I liked you, didn't you?" Y/N nodded her head. "But a mortal doesn't live long enough, so they can't hang around an immortal, huh?" Y/N's eyes lingered towards the river, before nodding again. "Welp, I've got an idea!" his dazzling smile was more charming than any God. "You see, I want to go on a pilgrimage, all by myself. I want to find myself, and my own happiness. I want to find my purpose. I need to do this alone - Though don't worry, if I am to encounter a like-minded friend, then we will travel together." he spoke. "Will you wait for my return, Y/N? Until I reach my Enlightenment and become an iteration of myself with which I can be proud of?" Y/N smiled dearly at the young man, glowing like the morning Sun. "I will wait for you for as many cycles it takes you to find me again. I hope that, by the time you return, you will have achieved true happiness, and I can see your beautiful smile again. Siddhartha."

The young man smiled brightly before pulling Y/N into a sweet kiss. "Something to look forward to." he gave her a peace sign before walking away. "See ya, Y/N! Laters!" "Have a safe journey, you little troublemaker." Y/N smiled dearly, waving at him. Though life as a God was long and tedious, and relationships were shallow, she felt a pure love like she's never experienced before. Whether she sees the young man again or not, she knew he was going to be just fine.

Since then, Y/N returned to the Gods, continuing her boring life, watching over the nature of Earth from above. Life truly wasn't all that exciting for deities living so long, but once in a while, something big happens - Big enough for the whole foundation of Valhalla to shake to the core.

If a human becoming a demi-God wasn't exceptional enough, considering the bravery and righteousness that Heracles displayed; A man had somehow attained supreme spiritual awakening, and ascended to the title of Buddha the Enlightened, the Wise. A human achieved Godhood.

Siddhartha Gautama

As soon as he saw the Goddess, completely frozen from shock of seeing him in Heavens, he let out a childish squeal and leapt on her, rubbing his cheek on her face as though he's a kitten or something. He told her how much he missed her and what not - Surprise! He even had his own brand of delicious lollipops to share with her! And lots and lots of chocolate too! Oh, and they had so much to catch up!

He told Y/N all about his journey and the people he met, those he guided on their path to achieving happiness, and all the sightseeing he did. Best of all, he reminisced all the awakening he did over the years - And how much he missed her! Haha, a joke - He is always determined to get what he wants, so of course, he was patient. Craving would only bring him suffering, thus the knowledge of knowing the Goddess was there, waiting for him, soothed his worried into a calm peace of mind.

Siddhartha - Now, Buddha - Still felt so giddy, being called by his name. Only Y/N could call him that, of course! No one else had that privilege. The more she spoke his name, the happier he was. Buddha ended up playfully pinning Y/N to the bed, kissing all over her face and tickling her, feeling his heart lighter with every sweet giggle she let. When she couldn't take the tickling anymore, the Goddess wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him flush against her chest; She took off his hair tie once again, and the pretty crown-like accessory holding it in a lotus-like style, and she caressed his locks soothingly. "I missed you." three simple words, yet they had the strongest effect on him. He felt compelled to engulf her in his strong arms, cuddling together, two hearts soulbound for an eternity of spiritual happiness.

Many, many years passed, and Buddha and Y/N were inseparable. Gods may argue, and so do humans, but never once did anyone even see them disagree on anything, let alone argue. Was it the endless patience and compassion of the Buddha, or that Y/N was always too kind to say anything that might upset someone, and detested confrontation; She'd rather walk away, or smile, instead of disagreeing with anyone.

That was their biggest similarity, but also, their biggest difference - Buddha was never one to back away from a fight against someone he couldn't stand - In his case, most of the Gods. Ironic, isn't it, he told Y/N so many times; How one can detest the very being they became, with the same strength that they love another just as much. He was a God who hated Gods, yet a God, who loved a Goddess as much as he loved the happiness and freedom he achieved.

"You have to find your own happiness within you." he told her once, watching Y/N dancing around the forest. Everywhere she stepped, flowers grew. "That may be so, Siddhartha - But my happiness increases whenever I see you." she bent to his side, grabbing his wrists and pulling him up to dance with her. Though all kinds of flowers bloomed wherever she stepped, hence why she always walked with no shoes on; Where Buddha stepped, beautiful white lilies grew. Together, they created endless flower gardens, more ethereal than any other God could make.

One would think eternal bliss was in store for them - Alas, one so connected to Nature as Y/N, was bound to suffer greatly, to the hands of the mankind she cherished so much. Buddha often saw how Y/N would try to sneak away into the forests, all alone. Though he hadn't seen her, he could sense her distress, her agony. After the third time that she refused to confide in him, preferring to keep the problem hidden, the newly Awaken God decided to confront her himself.

Instead, once he arrived at the edge of the forest, he found Y/N collapsed on the grass, writhing in pain. Panicked, he fell to his knees, cradling her in his arms, calling out her name; She seemed feverish and weak, but Gods couldn't contract illnesses, could they? Surely, they can't. He held her tight in her embrace, wishering the Heart Sutra in her ear over and over again, until finally, her breathing evened out, and the pain subsided.

"Pfeww, don't scare me like that, gorgeous! You're going to give me a heart attack!" he collapsed on his back dramatically. "Forgive me... I didn't want you to see me like this." Y/N sighed, rolling on the grass next to him. "I did not want you to see me cursing the humanity that I loved so much." "Humanity caused you this pain? What do you mean?" he turned to his side, his blue water lily eyes widening. "Take a look for yourself." she guided him to the edge of the floating forest. "Look there - They are at war. Countless people are dying all at once, the grass is drowning in blood, the animals are perishing." she sighed softly, before pointing to the opposite side. "And there - The deforestation, the excessive hunting - That whole hill is bare of life and decrepit, all so that humans may build and build and build some more." "Ahh, I see, so I was more right than I realised, though to think it would affect you to the point of being physically ill. My poor, poor baby Y/N!" he threw his arms around her, rolling on the grass with her dramatically. There was nothing that he could do to save her from this - It was the course that humanity took for itself, but perhaps there might be a way to somehow detach her, even by a little bit, from her connection with that which was created. Perhaps, that-a-way, the suffering may subside. Until then, however, he can only distract her with his love and playfulness. It was working wonders.

For thousands of years, humanity existed, with the will of the Gods, until that will was no more. Even Aphrodite herself, disgusted with the state of the world, agreed to decimate mankind. Shocked with the outcome, Y/N was the first to step forward and protest. Though she couldn't see Buddha looking at her, she could feel his presence and his lingering gaze. She wanted to fight for the mankind that destroyed her from within. None of the actions of humanity were directly affecting either of the Gods, except for her for the most part. She was the only one with the validity of voting, and if she wanted mankind to continue living, she had every right to vouch for them.

But they didn't care for her opinions - Instead, they laughed, saying her pain will disappear along with the humans, and she can achieve serendipity. How ridiculous. Thankfully, Brunhilde's plan of inducing Ragnarok worked, and thus, the thirteen fights were to take place.

Worried, Y/N quickly rushed out of the conference room, needing some time alone to regain herself. She was panicking and afraid. True, eliminating the humans was bound to relieve her heart of suffering - But at what cost? There were so many good people, innocent people out there, who did nothing wrong. Why should they perish, for the mistakes of others? Like how Adam and Even were cast away from Heaven, due to the disgusting lies and deceit of the Snake, so will billions and billions of other people suffer eternal Doomsday.

It wasn't fair.

A mother doesn't kill their own child for misbehaving. The Gods were being as selfish as always.

"N'aww, sweet-cheeks, don't tell me you're crying again! You know it breaks my heart seeing you like this!" though Buddha wasn't expecting to be pinned to the wall, Y/N's fingers digging deep into his shoulders. "We can't let them die, Siddhartha! We can't! They are innocent!" Y/N cried out, looking into his beautiful eyes. "Please, don't tell me you're on their side! We can't - We can't let them die! But what can we do? We are so few, against so many of them - And they're all so unreasonable and short-sighted." Buddha felt pain in his heart, listening to the distress of her voice, seeing the glimmering of her eyes. "I know! I'll... I'll fight for mankind! I... I've never fought in my life... But I am the Goddess of Peace. To know Peace is to know War; and to know War, is to know Peace. One must protect that which he holds dear. That's right, isn't it?" "Y/N." he called out in a gentle, calm voice. "Please, calm down." "Siddhartha...?" she found herself calling out his name. "You and I - We are soulbound, aren't we? We want the same thing. And you, more than anyone else in this world, know how much I hate being told what to do." he pulled her into a deep kiss. "And I'll be damned before I allow anyone to make you cry." Her distressed look turned into a content smile of relief, and she snuggled into his arms. "I love you so much." those words never failed to make his heart leap with joy.

Once Ragnarok began, Heimdall would call out the champions of the Gods, while Y/N would call the Mankind warriors to come over. It was the least she could do, apart from encouraging each of the fighters.

Mankind had a staggering two consecutive losses, and each time, Y/N took the short pause between matches to weep and regain herself. Staying in the ring for the duration of the fight, she used her magical powers to create a strong shield for the audience, so that none of the match-attacks would mistakenly harm anyone watching.

She felt sad yet emboldened seeing Lu Bu's tragic death, but also, his horse and brothers in arms asking for death, to be reunited in Niflheim with their General. She saw Thor smile for the first time in his life, after having fought with all of his mind against an honorable and strong member of mankind. Likewise, her heart shattered watching Adam's conviction is protecting his children from perdition, the very same she wished.

Thankfully, the great Sasaki was able to slash to death none other than Poseidon himself; Though not the most agreeable person, she still felt sad to see him gone forever. Alas. Y/N hugged the old man, thanking him for his resilience and strength before picking him up and bringing him to the infirmary.

The same happened with Jack the Ripper, a man despised by all mankind and humanity for being the scum of the earth. Y/N knew better - She knew all of their lives. In truth, though she disagreed with his actions, she pitied Jack, the poor man. He truly was a pitiable one. Unlike Poseidon, Heracles was wept by all, Gods and humans alike, whilst Jack got ostracised, ridiculed and insulted, even having stones thrown at him, despite already being injured. That angered Y/N.

"How dare you speak ill of the man who put his life on the line for humanity to keep living?! He has no descendants, he has no family - He fought for humanity, though he had nothing to gain out of it! He got the recognition of Heracles himself, and tied the score against the Gods with his shrewdness and wit - And yet you dare talk down to him? I don't see you in here, facing the wrath of the Gods who want you dead!" Buddha felt himself cackling from the stand, watching the Goddess pick up a grown man like he was a bride and actively healing him with love and care like none other before. What a darling she always was.

Unfortunately, Mankind lost the 5th match, with poor Raiden dying against Shiva, the God of Destruction. Still, the only good thing coming out of all the matches was that Y/N could sense the fighting Gods getting genuine admiration for the strength, selflessness and righteousness of humanity, beginning with Thor calling Lu Bu his friend, Zeus acknowledging Adam's strength in protecting his kin, Sasaki defeating Poseidon himself, Heracles loving humanity and Jack himself, and Shiva admiring Raiden's power.

And thus, the sixth match was to take place. The doors opened, and two rows of seven pink water lilies appeared - The familiar silhouette of Buddha appeared. Y/N looked at his unbothered face, blowing up bubblegum, his weapon lazily swung over his shoulder. He was smirking, winking at Y/N mischievously, reveling in the spotlight before he stepped by the Goddess' side and pulled her over into his side as he got to where the human representative was to stand.

He spit his gum in Heimdall's hand, snatching away his Gjallarhorn. "Excuse me. Testing. Testing." he spoke into the horn. "Uhhh... I'm gonna fight for Mankind. Ya dig?" the whole arena was in ecstasy. Numerous comments were thrown around, denigrating Buddha as he shattered the horn in his grasp. "Piss off." he pointed with his weapon towards Zeus. "Y'all made my girl cry. Screw you. If the Gods aren't going to save mankind, then I will. And if any God gets in my way..." he slammed the butt of the weapon into the ground, his expression now serious and devoid of any joy. "I'll kill 'em."

He truly is the kind not to take orders from anyone. Though Heimdall tried to press on that he can't switch sides, Zeus himself approved anyway. "Are you prepared to make enemies with all of the Gods?" "Dang, you're such a pain!" Buddha scoffed at Odin, pulling Y/N even closer to his side. "Remember what I said before? Whether you're allies or enemies, good or evil, Gods or Humans, none of that matters!" Buddha was glowing brightly with intense confidence. "In all universe, nothing else matters, except me!"

Such a narcissistic comment, added to the intense frustration of the Gods, made Y/N burst into laughter along with him. Two weirdos. "So, who am I fighting?"

The Seven Fortunes stepped into the arena and fused into a single deity. Vaisravana was no more, and instead, one called Zerofuku appeared. The Eight Gods of Fortune were actually a single entity. This Zerofuku guy was a real weirdo, even for their standards, and he confessed his intense wish to slaughter Buddha with all of his might, as he created his sinister weapons which got bigger and bigger the more misfortune he encountered.

Though Y/N didn't know of Zerofuku's past, he knew Buddha. He was able to take the misfortune of the humans into his own body, until he couldn't any more, only to receive discontempt and realise that those he tried to help were in no way less misfortunate than before. Material luxury and sinful indulgences did nothing to appease the soul. Instead, Zerofuku had to witness strings of people following Buddha in his path to Enlightenment. He got jealous, unable to understand his teachings - Yet somehow, no matter how cryptic or enigmatic Zerofuku found Buddha's words, the other people - Including those whom he helped previously - Began following the Awakened One close behind.

The more Zero attacked, the bigger his weapon grew, for Buddha could see the flickers of his soul and evade all the hits before they even happened. He was even taunting the God, intentionally or not, driving him into a mad frenzy. The few attacks that Buddha threw all landed with tremendous effect, earning cheers and applause from the audience.

Though he couldn't see Y/N reaction, Buddha was sure she was a worrying mess - That's her caring nature, after all - Yet seeing Zero's weapon growing as large as the whole arena, and him not moving from his spot, well - He feared she might be fainting on the spot, like a poor damsel in distress. Well, he'll just have to sweep her off her feet and protect her like the chevalier of light that he is!

Y/N knew, in theory, that Buddha's weapon transformed in each of the Six Paths identities depending on his emotions, and with his being a master at controlling his moods, he could form anything at will, more or less, so she wasn't all that surprised when the weapon transformed into a Shield to block the huge weapon. Still, she almost wished she could see all of the Paths.

Next, he used the Spiked Club of Nirvana, trembling to charge in an attack - And so he did, sweeping to the ground and causing lethal damage on the demon's side. The demon's weapon turned into two swords, to which Buddha made his weapon turn into a large halbert, easily countering every one of Zero's attacks. His misfortune was increasing, and his weapon turned into a multitude of hooks acting like snakes - He retaliated with a Vajra, running around and cutting them away to bits.

"Love yourself!" Buddha encouraged the poor demon. "I actually like you quite a lot, Zerofuku." that comment made the misfortunate one start sobbing and staring at the graceful God, shining brighter than the golden Sun. Zero's anger subsided and he finally understood who he really is, and what he wants from life. His weapon disappeared, and Buddha also threw his own to the ground, proposing an outright fist-fight. What a child, Y/N giggled, watching that playful smirk on his face as he intentionally allowed the pitiable demon to strike him back. Y/N could never image ever letting herself feel physical hurt just for fun - Alas, men were weird, and Buddha especially, was one of a kind.

Zerofuku was on the ground, sprawled, with all his misfortune and anger seeping out of his in a cloud. His purple hair turned pure white, and his blissful grin, that childlike innocence and glee were sparkling in his eyes. Buddha, also, was happy to have helped another worthy person achieve spiritual happiness - Until the horns on either side of his skull penetrated deep into his brain, worming their way inside his body. Zerofuku was engulfed by two dragons, one blue and one red. Buddha could do nothing to safe his new friend. Instead, he was forced to watch Zero disappearing, and a true evil appearing in his stead.

The Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Papiyas, was reborn.

Buddha immediately leapt back, afraid for the first time, for there was a creature of pure darkness, whom he couldn't read. He hadn't an inkling of brightness in his soul which he could read. Y/N, like everyone else, was trembling from the sheer malevolence of the demon. Terrifying, Y/N ran in front of Buddha, standing protectively in front of him - She knew, if need be, her defense magic was second to none in Valhalla.

There goes this legend about a terrifying foe from Helheim - Hades told her this story once, dating before he was ruled of the Underworld - That this enemy destroyed half of the realm... Or rather, it was lucky enough that even half of it was left intact, to some degree.

Once Papiyas turned his arm into a weapon, Y/N summoned her polearm into her grasp, parrying the attack. The Gods all gasped - It has been thousands of years since they've seen the Goddess of Peace fight. In truth, it was only during the Titanomachy that she fought - To protect her Peace, one must go to War. It was an irony that she had to accept as a true axioma.

"H-Hey, Y/N, it's not your fight! Two people can't fight for a single side!" she heard Heimdall's shaky voice call out. "To hell with your rules, Heimdall! If this freak doesn't die, we're all screwed!" Y/N growled, struggling to push him back, counter and block all of his strikes that came at the speed of lightning. "If Zeus accepted the intervention of the Valkyries for all the other fights, then for goodness' sake, there's hardly any difference, is there?!" "I SHALL ALLOW IT!" Zeus' amused voice called out from the stands, as Y/N leapt back, just a step in front of Buddha. She was breathing heavily from the effort. "Siddhartha, stand back." her overprotectiveness was taking over her senses. "I will fight with my fullest power." Papiyas glared at the two. "THAT WAS YOU HOLDING BACK?!" Y/N cried out at him. "Gosh... Buddha, come over." quickly, Y/N placed a few flowers in his hair. "This will protect you from harm... I hope." she muttered the last bit, watching as Papiyas was preparing a drill-like strike called the Pandaemonium Cycle. Before she could react, Buddha dragged Y/N behind him, pulling his shield up - But the drill was capable of penetrating through it, gouging his left eye out.

"S...Siddhartha...?!" Y/N started, shuddering in distress at her lover's injury. He protected her, while he got his eye drilled into mush. "Don't worry about me, worry about that monster!" Buddha transformed his weapon into the sword away, engaging in an exchange of slashes that barely left a scar on the demon's neck. Buddha had to make adjustments to his attacks, because of his blindspot. fighting with one eye only as he was gradually being whittled down.

"Judgement." Papiyas smirked, impaling Buddha's foot, urging him to leap back once again. Y/N couldn't believe there were idiot Gods out there, begging for Buddha's death - Idiots. The Demon King pointed out Zerofuku was no more - He ate him - Shocking both Buddha and Y/N. What a monster, they thought, and the Enlightened one was feeling even more angered, enough to curse at him. "I've made up my mind. I'm gonna KILL YOU!" Y/N, nor anyone else, ever saw Buddha's wrath. Hopefully, it will serve him and humanity well. His staff transformed into the Hatred Emotion which created a weapon he's never seen before, the Warscythe of Salakaya, which had a menacing head of a roaring lion on it. "Preposterous." Papiyas spat. "For a piece of trash such as you, to defy a supreme being like me... I will waste no time passing judgement! And nothing could be more pleasant than that!" his laugh roared through the whole arena. "Stick that judgement up your ass, you sick fuck!" the audience gasped with the curse of the Goddess as Buddha attacked first with his blade, before unleashing an infernal fire towards the demon.

Blood spilled to the ground, though Buddha was the most confused of all. He was the one who initiated the attack, and it was his blade that cut away at Papiyas' arm. It was him who was supposed to get impaled by the enemy's weapon - So why the hell was Y/N standing before him like a meat shield, while he was unscathed?! "Y/N...?" his single remaining eye was wide with shock, staring at the blood splattering to the ground, and the soft tremble of her body. "The flower protected you." Y/N smiled weakly. "That is my happiness in life. Caring for those I hold dear to my heart." she giggled softly. "How pathetic. Any last words?" Papiyas grunted menacingly. "The whole world shall freeze over before I allow a pathetic little shit like you hurt my children. You, and all the Gods that oppose us - All who wish for mankind's erasure - I will fucking burn you all to death until there's nothing left of you to commemorate your wretched existence." Y/N smirked, grabbing Papiyas' arm and forcing herself through the weapon, sticking her own blade into his shoulder. That pissed the demon enough to kick her into the God behind her, toppling them to the ground. "Never do that again!" Buddha briefly scolded her. "Sorry, love, but I will do that, for as many times as my body keeps holding me. I am not strong, but I am resilient. It is you who can kill him, not me. If you are alive, we can win this. Together." Buddha got up, glaring angrily at the demon. "You have twice more, Siddhartha. That is my limit. After that, you're on your own. Use my power wisely." Buddha understood the implication well enough without any explanation - If he gets careless again, Y/N will die, protecting him. Similar to the story of the Moon Rabbit, so is she; Whilst the monkey, the fox and the bird gathered fruit, mean and nuts for the traveler to eat, the rabbit, knowing it could only gather some grass, threw itself into the fire for the man to eat him. Moved by the selflessness of the rabbit, the traveler, who was actually Sakra himself, made it so that the fire did not burn the rabbit, and instead, created the moon in its liking, and the fumes that would have burnt it, the fog surrounding it.

Still, Siddhartha did NOT want to see Y/N actually killing herself like that; Though an admirable and selfless act, he did not want to mourn her, the way he did Jataka long ago. He had to win. He MUST win.

"You're weak. Way weaker than Zero." Buddha taunted the Demon King into attacking him, and he parried all of his hits for as long as he could, before getting kicked away again. His continuing of the mocking caused the Demon King such rage, that he managed to find the perfect opening through his attack, impaling him again - Only, it wasn't him, but Y/N, much to Buddha's dismay. "Damn it, Y/N! Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he wanted to destroy the last flower in his hair, but he didn't have the strength. "One last chance, Siddhartha. Don't waste it." Y/N felt so weak as she got thrown away to the other side of the arena, rolling to the ground like a used ragdoll. "Y/N!" she heard her lover called out, afraid for her life - But as long as the flower of life was pulsating energy within him, he was reassured she was still alive and continuing to actively heal him.

Buddha continued his plan of mocking the enemy, causing him uncharacteristic fright, to the point that he tore off his arm to create a mighty weapon.

Buddha attacked again, though surprisingly, the blade of his Scythe got cut off and shattered to the ground. "Seriously...?!" he gasped, not having expected his Divine Treasure to break, of all things. He tried to defend with his staff, but that, too, broke, sending him away. He was sent to the ground, crashing down with such force that he couldn't move. "SIDDHARTHA!" Y/N cried, crawling to his side and holding him in her arms. She tried desperately to heal him, but he was unconscious, thus nothing she could do. As Papiyas was menacingly approaching, Y/N used her weapon to hoist herself up, creating a shield to protect the two until he woke up.

Thankfully, Buddha achieved enlightenment once again, and he got up, holding Zerofuku's old weapon. The crown holding his hair together shattered, and his gorgeous hair was shown for all to see. "Thank you, Y/N, Zero. Let's fight together, yes?" Y/N smiled sweetly, seeing him confident once again. "Yeah. Let's." despite her bloodloss, Y/N smiled, preparing her weapon. "Samavadhana Volundr!" Buddha and Zero together created a Divine Weapon that only Buddha could attaint through sublime enlightenment. A gorgeous and strong weapon, containing the strength and feelings of all the Gods of Fortune.

Ready to fight, Buddha kept up perfectly with the Demon King, parrying all of his attacks as strong as never before - And he was grinning, confident and self assured, even managing to inflict massive damage, at the cost of some minor injuries on himself. Still, he had to finish things fast, before either he or Y/N perish. He managed to slash away perfectly at his chest one again, though it wasn't as deep as he'd have liked. The climax was approaching fast. Y/N stepped by his side, holding his hand to transfer the last bit of energy into him, so he could keep going - At this rate, he'd only get more injuries, so at least he must keep his vitality and strength, for as long as it lasts. The one sided exchange of life that only Y/N could gift to another.

No matter how Papiyas continued to attack, Buddha was so fast and accurate that no more hit grazed him. The last ultimate attack of the Demon King - All thought landed, but instead, it was a clone, crumbling in an array of petals. Y/N grinned impishly, pointing behind him, as Buddha was ready to kill the foe.

Just as he turned, the last thing Papiyas saw was Buddha's Godly form, perfect beyond boundaries existent to Godhood, and the sword of light, love and compassion shined bright through the dark arena, slicing down the Demon King in two or three. different parts. It didn't matter that Papiyas tried to attack again, for Y/N slapped his hand away, watching as Niflheim was crumbling him to dust.

Somewhere in the sky, the light of heaven showed the happy soul of Zerofuku and the other Seven Gods of Fortune, ascending to Nirvana - Together, in friendship. Buddha couldn't contain his tears of glee, as he brought Y/N into his side, holding the sword dearly into his grasp. Everyone was chanting Buddha's name as he reveled in his win. The sword disappeared, but a bird that loved Zero sat on it, weeping for the loss of its benefactor.

Barely able to stand up, Buddha used all of his strength to drag Y/N out of the arena - Somehow, he was rather sure she was in a far worse shape than he was, having taken two direct hits like that. Not only that, but the refreshing feeling of the gentle caress that Y/N's energy felt, healing him, was keeping him very much alive and giddy. "You were so cool, Y/N. I didn't know you could do all that." Y/N smiled enigmatically. "They say true strength can be found when protecting that which is dearest to you. The truth is, Siddhartha, that I love you more than anything else is this world. You make me the happiest I've ever been." "Ha! Hear you, all sappy and sweet! Y'know you're gonna make me melt!" he cackled, pulling her into a gentle kiss, afraid of causing her more pain. "Let's get all better and continue rooting for humanity, yes? We've done all we could. The rest is their burden to bear - And I think they've done a pretty damn good job so far, don't you think?" "Hella." when she lost strength in her legs, Buddha immediately reacted, picking her up and cradling her in his arms like a princess. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you did that intentionally." he teased her, kissing her forehead. "If most of my blood was inside of me, and not out in the arena, it would have been intentional." she smirked back at him just as comically.

After getting the much required medical care, they continued watching the matches from the comfort of their chamber, laying on the comfortable, fluffy bed, cuddled in each other's arms. Y/N had tied his hair up again, and instead of his golden crown, she replaced it with one made of flowers. He, in return, caressed her hair until she relaxed completely, singing softly the Heart Sutra for her, for as long as it took for her to achieve a much needed peace.

All things are empty: Nothing is born, nothing dies, Nothing is pure, nothing is stained, Nothing increases and nothing decreases. So, in emptiness, there is no body, No feeling, no thought, No will, no consciousness.

There are no eyes, no ears, No nose, no tongue, No body, no mind. There is no seeing, no hearing, No smelling, no tasting, No touching, no imagining. There is nothing seen, nor heard, Nor smelled, nor tasted, Nor touched, nor imagined.

[schrodingers-romy]

6 / 12 [Mitsuya Takashi x Reader]

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x GN!Reader Word Count: ~600 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: A glimpse into a soft birthday morning with Takashi

Warnings: self indulgent as fuck, kissing, food mentions, reader is referred to by nicknames (pretty, pretty doll), references to sex at the end but no smut, mentioned that reader and takashi are married

Notes: hi this is late and incredibly self indulgent. don't look at me skitters away

Takashi looked like an angel in the early morning light.

It was rare that you woke up before your husband; even on his days off, he was still programmed from years of work and taking care of his younger sisters to get up early. But today, you were adamant about waking before him. And as much as you hated rising this early, the sight of him peacefully asleep in the honey-like glow of the early sun was one hundred percent worth it.

The light cast a golden glow on his skin, making him look like something from an oil painting. Dark eyelashes delicately kissed his cheeks, his face perfectly lax and calm as he slept. His hair was ruffled, a spiky, tangled bedhead that made you want to run your fingers through the soft strands.

You spent way longer than you should have taking in the beauty of your husband; you desperately wished to snuggle back into the covers with him and wake him with soft kisses, but you had gotten up this early for a reason.

You reluctantly left him to his sleep, and crept out of the room and into the kitchen.

-

Takashi had just woken up by the time you came back to the bedroom. You lingered by the doorway a second, just to ogle him as he stretched. Your eyes followed the way the blanket slipped off of his shirtless torso, revealing the sight of his muscles shifting and flexing as he raised his arms above his head and yawned.

His beautiful eyes cracked open, purple gaze meeting yours. “There you are,” he murmured fondly, voice still rough from sleep in a way that sent a delicious shiver through you.

“Sorry I couldn’t be here when you woke up, my darling,” you said, finally entering the room. You set the tray you’re holding on the bedside table delicately before you leap at Takashi and crash into his arms.

He caught you easily, and you could feel yourself melting into his warm embrace. “Happy birthday, Takashi,” you whispered, before giving him a lazy good morning kiss.

His hands grabbed onto your thighs where they straddled him, and he gave them a light squeeze. “Of course it’s a happy birthday with my pretty doll here.” His eyes were lidded, and his smile was fond, even with the slight edge of teasing to his voice.

You felt your face heat, and you tug him into another kiss before he can speak again, this one longer, and deeper. He used that nickname sparingly, and only in private; it must be for your benefit, because it never fails to make you dissolve.

It took all of your willpower to pull away from him before your kisses led to something else. “Taka, c’mon, breakfast is gonna get cold.”

He let out a hum, moving down to kiss along your neck. “I thought breakfast was right here~” He punctuated his sentence with a light nip to your pulse point, causing you to jolt.

You scoffed, giving him a light shove that made him flop back onto the bed with a light chuckle.

“Sorry, pretty, couldn’t resist,” he said, eyes twinkling with mirth.

You pretended to pout for a moment, before giving him a fond smile. “You’re lucky I love you so much,” you teased, sitting down beside him and grabbing the tray with your food.

“I know,” Takashi said. His smile was so sweet you had to kiss it off of him before it ruined your appetite.

-

In the end, Takashi got his wish; you were his ‘second course’ after he ate the meal you made him. (And you were his third course as well, and his light snack in the shower, before you both finally started the day, ages after you first awoke.)

[moldy-flowers]

Everyone thinks the akatsuki is soo intimidating until you realize all of them have absolutely perfectly applied nail polish.

When team Taka joined they didn't have to paint their nails, in other words they all did this willingly. And nail polish doesn't last for that long without chipping. Meaning? They all did this together at least every 3 odd days.

I like to imagine they all got in a big circle and painted them together as a group every few days or so and gossiped.

Hidan: Did you all hear about Orochimaru?

Deidara: Oml what did that bitch do now.

Hidan: Na bro he fucking died.

Konan, helping Nagato apply his polish: Finally kicked the bucket then?

Hidan: I think this random guy called Sasuke got him or smth idk

Itachi: *Spits out drink*

[arabaka]

For Reigen Week 2024, hosted by @wings-of-scarlet-light 🩵 DAY O1. COSTUME/FASHION

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ reigen arataka x gn! reader. sfw but risque (under the cut). cosplay. 394 words.

Reigen has a lot of guilty pleasures and one of them is the MMORPG he helped a client with a while back (after a lengthy time away). You think it’s cute and even though he protests every time you buy him a gift card for the game’s shop, you know he’s just putting up a front because by the next time he’s playing, he’s updating you on the new armor and weapons he was able to redeem with the premium in-game currency.

It’s a win-win situation: he can unlock that chainmail armor he’d been eyeing but denying for himself since its release and you get the pleasure of seeing the look on his face when the dialog box says “Purchase Complete!” His eyes light up with more than just the glow from the computer monitor, his smile undeniable as the animation where the shopkeeper presents the new item with a little dance. It’s innocent enough but you don’t miss the slight blush on his face every time it plays.

His crush on the character was so obvious but he’d deny it every time you asked. You decided if he won't admit his attraction, you’d just have to bring it out of him.

“‘Taka,” You croon from the bedroom, “Can you come here for a second?”

His ears perk immediately. That tone of voice… He knows it by heart (and so does his dick by the way it already starts to throb against his pants). His pace is hurried, embarrassingly so but he doesn’t care. His skin perspires already in anticipation, but he had no idea what you actually had in store.

Reigen actually chokes on his words when he first gets an eye-full of your getup. Perfectly framed around your body is a well-made cosplay of the shopkeep you’ve seen Reigen have goo-goo eyes for.

“Should I take that as a good sign?” You purr after a soft laugh, strutting towards him with intent. 

It’s a great sign. 

Reigen’s lips descend towards yours, capturing them in a fierce and needy kiss. He’s already panting by the time he reaches your neck, feathered kisses dancing over your skin as he can’t decide just where to put his hands. You just look so good all over.

“I knew it.” You whisper against his blond locks.

“Be quiet…” He murmurs against your skin, but you just know…

[artist-issues]

Mufasa Re-Do: Sarabi

So! I thought that the good thing about Sarabi in the new movie was:

She is characterized as not believing anyone can help her, and not believing anybody will accept help from herself. She has to learn to ask for help and risk helping others.

She sees what’s special about Mufasa and clues him into it—he’s the one she learns trust from, and she’s the one who kickstarts his confidence.

But! The characterizations were incomplete. Like I said in the Zazu post: for “romantic tension” and “Grrrl Power” she is introduced in a scene where she bizarrely trusts and accepts help from Zazu. A 1lb-bird. Even though her whole characterization is supposed to be “other animals can’t help me” and “I can do everything myself.”

So that’s Problem 1. Problems 2 and 3 that were going to solve are:

2. Sarabi Feels Out-of-Place in the Conflict - Sarabi seems to have no real reason to be in the movie aside from being the love interest of Taka and Mufasa. She got her pride scattered by the bad guys, but that never really matters later. She, Taka, and Mufasa never even have conversations where they bond over shared loss, and she has no interactions with the villain until the final battle.

3. Sarabi Isn’t Believable As Taka’s Motivation - If Sarabi is going to be the reason Taka turns bitter, feels a chip on his shoulder for the rest of his life, and ultimately believes Mufasa not only stole his girlfriend, but his “WHOLE DESTINY”…then Sarabi needs to actually be connected to his “destiny.” And we need to know why Taka even likes her.

So! Let’s kill two birds with one stone. Now, Sarabi has a Reputation. And, the way she is introduced gives us more background on her, plus more show-not-tell time with our villain. Let me show you:

Sarabi, the Sunset Princess

Sarabi is known in the “Valley of Kings.” Her name gets passed around because she’s an exemplary huntress as well as royalty. She’s also stunningly beautiful, you know, by lion standards. She’s like the complete package. And she knows it. Her “I don’t need anybody’s help” vibe comes from that confidence, that “I’m at the top of the food chain, I’m the greatest huntress in this valley, and nobody needs to give me anything.”

But! The thing that makes Sarabi attractive to both Taka and our Villain is just that—she’d make an excellent trophy. That’s what Taka really wants. He has just lost his own kingdom and heritage—when he meets Sarabi, having her on his arm would gain him the respect of any new would-be subjects.

Of course, he can also believe she’s beautiful and be attracted to her, too. It doesn’t have to be all-shallow. But, remember, Taka is genuinely all about himself. He eventually turns into Scar, a character who only sees the world through a lens of “How Does This Orbit Around Me, and How I Want to Be Seen?”

So he would never just be interested in Sarabi because she breathes and is a pretty lioness. He would be interested because who else would perfectly match the Magnificent Prince Taka? He wants to be “seen for the wonder” he is. He wants Sarabi, The Sunset Princess, to be the first one to do that.

And he’s not the only one!

How Sarabi is Introduced:

After our villain is alluded to (more on that in the Villain Post) by a refugee-herd of wildebeest, we follow their trail back to the land they’re fleeing. It’s Sarabi’s father’s territory.

Our villain is seen laying on top of the carcass of an entire elephant, while already chewing the leg of a zebra. He’s surrounded by his gang of hungry-looking lionesses who are noticeably not eating. They’re all standing on guard over the members of Sarabi’s pride—who have been defeated. Our Villain is gloating to these unfortunate lions about how everything in their land already belonged to him—they just didn’t know it until now. Just like how all of the Savannah belongs to lions, and every animal will learn it sooner or later. He’s telling them they still have a choice: join him or join the pile of bones he leaves behind.

Enter Sarabi! She’s hauled forward by the Villain’s lackeys, a bristling ball of fury. The bad guy can say some overdramaric, kind of creepy line, like, “Finally, I get to meet the famous Sarabi! I hear you’re called the Sunset Princess. Tell me, is that because you really can time a kill just as the sun is going down…or is it because of the color of those eyes?”

She just snarls. He just recently killed her father in an unfair fight, and he’s clearly over-hunting the territory he’s stolen. He moves on to mentioning all the things I said above—how she should be at his side, because of how great and powerful he is, and how it would actually be better for the lions he conquers, because they’d follow her without resistance. It’s setting up the power that would come with being Sarabi’s King, which foreshadows Taka’s disappointment when she doesn’t choose him.

Sarabi, of course, refuses and escapes—she almost doesn’t, but her pride sisters slow her pursuers down, and Zazu flaps in out of nowhere claiming to be her escort sent from her father.

Then when Zazu’s loud mouth attracts hungry refugees Taka and Mufasa, Sarabi has a reason to be prickly. She’s feeling weirdly guilty that her father and her pride sisters gave her her best chance to escape—and she’s covering that up with resentment toward them “they didn’t need to help me, I can take care of myself.” And she’s taking a lot of that out on Zazu, who won’t leave her alone or stop reminding her that her late father’s last decree was for a little hornbill to warn her about the Villain.

Taka sees how pretty Sarabi is and pounces on Zazu immediately, kind of to make an entrance. Zazu insists he can’t be eaten—Sarabi tells him to shut up, but he’s not listening to her—because what kind of ruffian would dare eat the Escort of the Sunset Princess?

Taka is immediately impressed, because he’s heard of the Sunset Princess. So that further solidifies and sets up why he likes her. From there, Sarabi does decide to travel with them…but only because Rafiki shows up and outlines a land where they can seek shelter from the Villain under the rule of the Great Kings.

Sarabi & Taka

Sarabi initially seems warmer toward Taka than she does Mufasa. This is because Taka flatters her reputation right off the bat—he says, “this is THE Sunset Princess!” And offers charming sympathy for the loss of her kingdom, since he just lost his own, too.

That’s contrasted with Mufasa, who’s like, “what’s a Sunset Princess?” And Taka scoffs at him and rolls his eyes and says, “you must forgive my brother, he’s not of royal blood like us, he doesn’t keep up with the heights of the food chain.” And he rattles off how Sarabi is the most feared Huntress in the Valley of Kings, making Sunset a time of terror for all the herds.

Mufasa acts a little amused—he’s a humble guy, he’s always sort of shrugged off pomp and ceremony whenever Taka waxes on about it—and Sarabi takes this the wrong way and immediately demonstrated her skill by tracking nearby prey. This turns out to be Rafiki, kind of like in the Movie We Got, which is how he’s introduced. But suffice to say, Sarabi and Taka get off on the right foot.

When Zazu tries to “defend” Sarabi from danger and winds up leading the Villains right to them, Taka kind of helps heap the blame on the little bird, and is indirectly the reason Sarabi shouts at and has a falling out with Zazu. Then Taka makes pretense to comfort her after their narrow escape, while Mufasa tries to understand how to make peace between her and the bird by talking to Rafiki. So it seems like Taka and Sarabi are actually closer at the beginning of this remake.

However, it becomes increasingly clear, as Sarabi learns what a Great King is like, that Taka doesn’t exemplify those traits. While they bond initially over their shared annoyance toward Zazu and shared pride, the turning point comes when Mufasa saves her from the elephant stampede (like in the Movie We Got.)

Sarabi & Mufasa

And he saves her by listening to Zazu, even after Zazu’s big mistake, then getting the elephants to divert their path. Even though Sarabi caused the stampede by believing no elephant would ever help a lion.

So that’s a big gut-check for Sarabi’s way of thinking, and she does owe Mufasa. From there, she definitely does begin admiring Mufasa for the traits she sees lining up between him and the Great Kings.

I’ll add more to this later—when I talk about how I’d re-do the climax!

[comicallylargemango]

Reigen x reader

Takes place when everyone goes to Reigen's house after mob defeats Suzuki toichiro (shou's dad)

Pairing: Reigen Arataka x reader

Warnings: mention of kissing, swearing, Reigen being stupid, Reigen Dies as a joke (he doesn't actually die)

Desc: Reigen has had feelings for reader, 'n before the claw incident he planned to confess using the "the moon looks beautiful tonight" tactic (wowser)

And it just so happens that when all the kids are asleep, the moon shines bright, creating the perfect moment for Reigen to tell reader how he really feels

Reigen finds himself staring up at the sky, specifically at the moon which was covered by the divine tree at the moment. He sighed tiredly as he took another puff of smoke from his cigarette. The night is silent, in a good way. He closes his eyes, enjoying the serenity of the moment, as he lets his mind drift off to you for the thousandth time today.

Today was exhausting for Reigen, mentally and physically. He couldn't stop worrying about you and mob. As He takes another long drag of his cigarette, nearly choking when he hears the door to his balcony slide open.

He whips his head around to find you sleepily rubbing your eyes, with your hand falling limply to your side.

" 'Taka? What are you doing ... It's late out. "

your voice below a whisper, your eyes now looking deep into his own. Even in your drowsy state, you looked as beautiful as ever.

"Ah, y'know.." just looking at you was enough to get him tongue tied. "Couldn't sleep."

He rubbed the back of his neck, turning back around to stare at the moon. He silently compared the moon to your beauty, you we're like the moon itself. Despite being surrounded by so many stars, yet you still stood out, your smile bright enough to rival the sun. He caught himself smiling softly.

He was startled when you suddenly appeared beside him, leaning on the rail much like he was doing. Maybe it was his nerves or the feeling of anxiety still lingering around after the fight.

" Reigen, you're being real jumpy right now. Something wrong?" You put your hand on his shoulder, with that soft, smooth voice of yours. He thought he was gonna melt right then and there with the way you were so tenderly looking at him.

Reigen took a puff of his cigarette once more to calm his nerves. Blowing the smoke away from his face before replying.

"Mhm- yeah, it's just that- y'know, so much has happened today. I'm just a little-"

"Stressed?"

"Yeah."

He felt your hands travel to his back, rubbing it comfortingly. His heart nearly stopped at that very moment, for the millionth time in his life, he cursed his genes for making him so sweaty. Fortunately you retracted your hand in time so you wouldn't notice.

He missed the warmth of your hand instantly, the restraint it took to just not take your hand in his. Pull you close as you gently comb through his blonde locks, reassuring about everything and nothing all at once. the things he'd give for it to just happen.

He looked at you, to find you staring at the moon, a soft smile on your face. He couldn't look away, the way the moonlight perfectly highlighted your features, eyes practically glistening as they reflected the moon. The way you smile was enough to make Reigen smile solemnly.

You turned your head to find Reigen staring at you, a smile on his face. Not one of those reassuring smiles he'd give to his customers, not the cocky smile he'd put up with his confident facade. No, it was much more... Sincere.

Heat began to make its way up your neck and onto your cheeks, painting them a soft shade of pink. A contrast to the dark and grey surroundings.

Fuck, you were perfect. Correction: you are perfect.

Reigens eyes started flickering to your eyes, then to your lips. He swallowed his saliva in an attempt to wake himself up, but he found his eyes glued to your lips.

You find yourself admiring Reigen's coffee brown eyes, almost gleaming in the moonlight.

Suddenly Reigen clears his throat and looks away, reverting his gaze back to the moon. It's finally risen enough for it to be seen just over the divine tree.

Should he confess? It does seem like the perfect moment, but what if you don't feel the same? Reigen debated whether or not to confess, but his body had a mind of his own.

"Hey, uh..“

"Mh?"

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"It sure is, huh?"

You reverted your gaze towards the moon, seemingly unaware of Reigen's indirect confession. «fuck, they don't get it.» Reigen mentally slaps himself for not taking it into consideration.

He continues mentally beating himself up as he takes another puff of his cigarette. before he hears your soft chuckles.

"I love you too, Arataka."

Reigen nearly fucking dies, he chokes on the smoke before regaining his composure, he was over the moon in that very moment. He couldn't stop the stupid, goofy, lovesick smile forming on his face, as his heart beats for you, He nearly dies for the second time when he feels lips on his rosy cheeks, your lips. He looks to his side to find you smiling at him. Suddenly the cool night breeze did nothing to help cool down the warmth spreading through his body, physically and mentally, mostly physically as Reigen started sweating. Alot.

Reigen was at a loss for words, so he did what he does best. Be stupid. As His hands start moving a mile a minute he manages to stammer out;

"T-thats great to hear!"

"Just kiss me you idiot."

Reigen is fucking dead.

[snoocupz]

okay I'm a sucker for a rare pair and even more for a rare pair ot3...pls propagandize me im very curious :0

Hi! Oh my god, that makes me SO happy! I never expect my little shipart to get this much attention - let alone have people like the ship and wanting me to talk about it!

I wasn't sure whether I want to share my whole headcanons about them getting together yet or not, and decided to instead collect some headcanons about these 3 that I love! So here;

My little collection on Klapolloquill headcanons! 🩷

- Simon and Klavier have briefly been friends before Simon went to jail. Klavier, as a new and young prosecutor, desperately seeked contact in the office and loved Simons style from the start. Dark clothes, an interest for music and an ex bass player - all while still being somewhat of a nerd abour psychology & birds. He had tried to build up an active friendship to him - unfortunately it was cut short due to Simon admitting to murderer and going to jail. (Klavier should feel this pain again in the following years as not only his best friend Daryan, but also brother go to jail).

- Once finally free past Dual Destinies Apollo and Simon build up some sort of friendship thanks to Athena. Quickly they realise they were mistaken about each others characters and after a whole they start to bond on a deeper level due to the trauma they had experienced... mostly because of Apollo losing Clay, and Simon losing Bobby. (Bonus angst points if Claypollo and Blackbright were secretly canon and they bond over the loss of their ex lovers).

- Klapollo starts dating first. Klavier had feelings for Apollo early on after meeting him, but it took a lot of time and change for them to finally get together.

- Klavier, however, is also the one who is self aware about being Polyam. He previously had crushes on more than one person at the same time and once time passes and he builds up the friendship to Simon he wanted to have he eventually starts crushing on him. Hard.

- He confesses his crush to Apollo, fearing the worst. It is a huge insecurity of his and he doesn't get it across without tears and apologies, clarifying how much he loves Apollo as well, just to be... very perplexed about how calmly Apollo takes it. In fact, Apollo starts gently teasing Klavier about his obvious crush. He finds him adorable, blushing when looking at Simon like this. Apollo is ultimately the one who convinces Klavier to ask Simon out.

- Unknowingly Simon has a little crush on Apollo anyways. This young defense attorney shines brighter than any sun, he is smart, pretty, such a gentle and stronger soul than he believes of himself. Simon enjoys himself around the both of them, so endlessly much, and with passing time Simon feels lovable again, after prison and losing Bobby (the only person that made him feel lovable before).

- Eventually all 3 shyly allow themselves to get closer. Especially Klavier with his gigantic crush on Simon can hardly believe it everytime he gets to sit between both of them on the couch. Just having his knee slightly touch Simons makes his head spin and they keep smiling at each other more when passing each other on the prosecutor halls.

- And hey! Who would have thought! They fall in love! Each of them, with one another. And in fact, their ideas of love fit together perfectly. All 3 of them long for nothing more but a calm, domestic lifestyle.

- What that looks like...? Easy. A cozy apartment, many plants, falling asleep cuddling, with one cat and one dog at the side. Breakfast on the balcony as Klavier slurps his vanilla latte, Simon makes them eggs, and Apollo tries to stop Taka from stealing bacon straight from his bagel.

- Mikeko (Apollos cat) adores Simon. No day passes where this cat doesn't chose to sit on his legs or lap. Whenever the cat chooses him, Simon is careful to not move a single inch. May she rest as long as she wants to!

- Taka (Simons hawk) adores Apollo. After being afraid of her for months (sorry, Taka has always been female in my brain LMAO) Apollo realises that she is not only well behaved but also seeks active contact to him. Simon falls even more in love with him when seeing Apollo feed the bird on the balcony and daring to pat her feathery head.

- Vongole (first Kristophs, then Klaviers dog) is the most sweetest girl of girls. Greeting all of them with enthusiasm and DEMANDING to sleep in the bed at all times, she won each of their hearts and can be considered the true Queen of the house!

- However, it can be complicated to cuddle, ESPECIALLY if you are Simon Blackquill, and a living cuddle sized heater. He must always sleep in the middle automatically as Apollo loves to rest his head on his chest while Klavier has the most freeziest hands in the history of forever. And yes, he will randomly warm his hands under Simons shirt at every possible moment.

- Funnily enough, their household works very smoothly together. Apollo cooks at most, but his desk easily looks like it explodes after one use. He keeps leaving things around and forgetting about them. Simon cleans, and he has no issue cleaning after Apollo at times. Klavier is the one to take the dog and plan their dates, and no date has ever been dissapointing, he's fantatsic at planning them!

So at most! This ship is really fluffy and comforting in my eyes, so here are some random thoughts on them! Thanks for listening to me rambling! <3

[lieutnt]

hi hope you're doing well

I got reminded of my obsession with Castlevania :0 and reminded of how much poor Alucard suffered :((

So gentle Vampire male reader x Alucard

I just want reader to focus on Alucards pleasure , doing everything he asks for , because he deserves to be treated like royalty Reader is just pampering him with kisses while making him a whimpering mess And ofc the best aftercare in the world for Alucard <333

Also I hope you're having an amazing day <333

deserving

Adrian Tepes x Vampire!Male Reader Summary: Pampering and gently fucking Adrian. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Top!male reader, bottom!Adrian, gentle sex, praising, lots of kissing, unprotected anal, riding, orgasms, aftercare, set after season 3, reader is at least strong enough to carry Adrian.

“Adrian?” His eyes screw shut tighter, chest stuttering with uneven breaths while tears of frustration sting behind his eyelids. You lean back slightly, attempting to rub soothing circles into his hips with your thumbs. “My love, we don’t have to-”

“No,” he interrupts, the grip on your arms tightening. After a few deep breaths Adrian manages to open his eyes, a pink flush slowly blooming across his face with the way you so gently look down at him. “I want to do this, I…” 

You understand his hesitance - once he told you about Sumi and Taka everything had snapped into place, and the reason why he was so reluctant to get close to you at first became perfectly clear. 

“How about we try something different?” You ask, his nervousness bleeding into the room. Normally with Adrian so quiet you would tease him, but when he simply nods, you don’t, instead encouraging him to sit up so you can press your mouth against his, his anxieties ebbing away as his head grows foggy. 

Slowly, you manoeuvre your bodies until you’re the one pressed into the pillows and Adrian is on top, straddling your waist as you hungrily lick into his mouth, lowly moaning when he reciprocates with just as much vigour. When you break apart you barely manage to contain your grin as a noise of discontent rises from his throat, unhappy with the loss of your mouth.

“Is this better?” You whisper, and Adrian takes a moment, blinking dazedly before sitting up and looking down, realising where he now was. He can feel your cock, hard and hot, poking him, and the blush trails down his chest. Hands falling down to his waist you gently squeeze, bringing his attention back to you. “We go at your pace, whatever you want to do.”

Overcome with emotion he surges forward, bringing you into a hungry kiss, tongue trailing over your fangs with excitement. When one of your hands moves to tangle in his hair and cup the back of his head to keep him pressed against you he moans into your mouth, hips unintentionally grinding down against your stomach. He’s hard against you, and when your other hand travels to his cock, thumb collecting the drops of pre that had gathered before you begin to stroke him, Adrian breaks the kiss, forehead falling into your shoulder as he gasps at the contact.

He revels in the pleased hum that rumbles in your chest, your mouth now paying attention to his neck, allowing your fangs to gently drag against the skin before you begin to lather at a certain spot, intent on marking his neck.

You don’t get the chance, your head falling back when Adrian takes you in his hand, stroking your shaft as you twitch in his hold. With new found confidence he shuffles back, looking at you with blown pupils and only a thin ring of gold in his eyes when you finally tilt your head back up. Your chest contracts with a sharp intake when he holds your cock to his hole and begins to slowly sink down until he’s flush against you, the slide easy thanks to the prep you did earlier.

Neither of you move, basking in the presence of each other while you wait for Adrian to adjust, hands trailing over every inch of skin you can reach before settling on his waist when he testingly moves his hips, hands falling to your chest to keep himself up.

With the absence of pain he starts moving, rocking back and forth above you, your cock dragging against his walls and filling him completely. When the pleasure starts to build he leans back to rest his hands on your thighs, bouncing himself up and down and giving you the perfect view.

Small, pearly drops leak from the tip of his cock, gathering on your skin. Although you haven’t been fucking him long Adrian already feels the building of his orgasm and you’re right behind him, the teasing you had done before wrecking your stamina.

Grinding his cock against your stomach Adrian whimpers, the small pool of precum on your stomach steadily growing as he climbs closer and closer. When you wrap a hand around his cock he cries, breathing growing heavier as he pleads. “Please please, I’m close, keep going.”

You jerk him off faster, his cock shining and wet with arousal. When you flick your wrist just write and angle your thrusts to pound into his prostate he’s almost sobbing as he cums, splashing across your torsos with a soundless cry. Fucking into him to prolong his orgasm Adrian eventually moans out loud, cock kicking with each rope of cum.

Slowing your thrusts as he comes down Adrian quickly notices you haven’t cum and fucks down on you faster, reigniting your orgasm. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m close, I’m close,” you chant, rapidly losing control over your encroaching orgasm. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside, cum inside me.” Adrian begs, rapidly bouncing up and down on your cock to bring you to the edge.

With a final hoarse cry your body arches up to chase the tightness of Adrian’s hole as you cum, the tip of your cock knocking against his prostate with every thrust as you paint his walls in thick globs. Hips jerking into his your body vibrates with pleasure, steadily filling him until you’re a panting mess, Adrian faring no better as he trembles above you. 

The both of you remain still as you enjoy the ripples of pleasure, only moving to rake your fingers across the tops of Adrian’s thighs while he catches his breath, cock still snug within his walls.

When you pull out and go to move Adrian stops you with a hand on your stomach, curiously grinding back to feel your hard cock nestled between his cheeks. “You’re still hard?” He asks incredulously.

Your smile turns sheepish, body more than ready to go for another round. “Yes, but we don’t have to go again, I can-”

Adrian quietens you with a scoff. “What do you take me for?” Using his strength he flips you both over, legs widening to make room for you and arms pulling you forward until your cock is pressed against him. “Do you think I would leave you unsatisfied? You really must-”

Cutting him off when you push back inside Adrian chokes on his words, hands fisting the fabric of the sheets into his fingers, a broken moan forcing itself out of his chest. When you start thrusting again your body feels everything, more sensitive in the aftermath of your first orgasm.

With his head thrown back in pleasure you leap at the chance to take in Adrian, mouth slightly apart as moans tumble from him, skin shining with exertion and blooming marks beginning to form on his neck. 

You never understood how people could devote themselves to others so freely - but now, with Adrian splayed underneath you, golden hair surrounding him like the sun itself, you understand. With emotion boiling in your chest you lean down to capture his lips once more, pleasure crackling up your spine with how he clings to you.

Reluctantly pulling away when Adrian tilts his head back to moan you move to his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as his legs tighten around you, the edges of your orgasm slowly creeping in. You push up onto your hands, hovering over him while your thrusts gain speed, skin slapping against skin as you chase your release. Adrian scrambles to hold onto your shoulders as his body jostles with the force.

The knot tightly builds in your stomach, thrusts growing wild as you pound into him. “I’m close,” you manage to warn, short grunts following each thrust.

Adrian digs his fingers into your shoulders, leaving crescent shapes as he pants. “Again- cum inside me again.”

With a few more thrusts the knot snaps, rhythm stuttering as you feel each rope of cum fill Adrian’s hole, his body tensing around you as if to milk you for all he can. The feeling triggers his own orgasm, cock twitching against his skin as streaks paint his stomach, body shivering with intensity.

Trembling with the aftershocks of your release and barely able to keep yourself up you collapse to the side, spots dancing behind your eyelids and an arm automatically surrounding Adrian when he shuffles next to you, resting on your chest.

He clings to you in the afterglow, simmering in pleasure as he loses himself to the way you gently run a hand everywhere once the spots have faded - light fingers following up his spine, across to his shoulder and then down his arm until you take his hand in yours, thumb softly running across his knuckles. When he regains some control of his body he glances up to see you already smiling down at him, a question on the tip of your tongue. “Are you ok my love?”

His head falls back onto your chest, too heavy to keep up. “You ruined me, you brute.”

Adrian rises and falls with your chest as you laugh, one hand combing hair off his sweaty forehead while you plant a kiss on his temple. “I’m sorry, let’s take a bath and I can make it up to you?”

He sinks further into your body, limbs struggling to respond. “I can’t move,” he pouts.

“You won’t have to, I’ll be right back.” Disentangling yourself from Adrian is harder than you think, but once free you look over your shoulder to catch his eyes hungrily sweeping over your naked body and send him a wink, quickly disappearing out of the room and into the attached bathroom.

Turning on the water you allow time for the bath to begin filling, and when you return to Adrian he’s shifted onto his back, waiting for your return. Planting one knee on the bed he has little time to react before you’re moving one arm under his knees and the other across his back to pick him up, Adrian’s arms flying to wrap around your neck. He huffs, burrowing his blushing face into your neck as you carry him. “I can walk by myself.”

He can’t see the grin plastered across your mouth but he can hear your amusement. “I thought you said that I ruined you, that you couldn’t move?”

Adrian groans, burrowing further into your neck. Arriving at the bath he reluctantly lets go as you lower him into the water, switching off the gushing taps and encouraging Adrian to lean back and relax. With another kiss to his temple you disappear for a few minutes, quickly stripping the ruined bed sheets and replacing them with fresh ones.

Reappearing in the bathroom you coax him forward just enough so that you can settle behind him, pulling him back to rest against your chest as your arms encircle his waist, hugging him close to you. The hot water eases the soreness in muscles, and soon Adrian is twisting his head to seek out your mouth, body relaxing as you kiss him slowly, gently.

You spend the remainder of your bath pampering him - cleaning every inch of his skin, washing his hair, muttering praises into his ear. By the time you’re both clean Adrian is completely lax in your arms, fighting to stay awake. Pulling Adrian up as you stand you help him out, grabbing the nearby towels and drying you both off, Adrian dazedly watching as you throw the towels in a corner to deal with later and link your fingers with his, pulling him back to bed.

Adrian settles under the covers first, lying on his side and pointedly waiting until you lie next to him. He quickly encourages you to engulf him, making you shift onto your side to face him so he can move one of your legs over his and cuddle into your chest, arms wrapping around you to hold you close. Once your arms envelop him and your chin rests on the top of his head his breaths soon even out, the lull of sleep too hard to resist knowing he’s entangled with you.

[charmwasjess]

If Lucasfilm hires you to develop a project what do you pitch?

(Happy Thanksgiving btw 🦃)

Forgive me o’ Geode, friend and sender of fun asks, but the pitch would be me asking to use the restroom and then sneaking out through an open window.

I know! I know! What a boring answer! That sounds so cynical and unfun! Jess LOVES Star Wars content!! So why is she crying?!

Problem is, I think I would want to pitch The Acolyte. 

Of course, I disagree with Leslye Headland’s take on the Jedi Order completely. But I can’t say I didn’t have fun with that show, or that I wouldn’t have tried to do the exact same thing she did with some meaningful differences: get a Jedi-centric story away from the Skywalker Saga, explore weird places, make it dark and edgy and sexy, diverse leads, LGTBQIA+ characters treated like real characters, big tasty lightsaber fights. And it would get cancelled just like The Acolyte did, as none of the things I wanted to fix about the show were the reasons for its failure. 

I don’t think it’s just Star Wars, by the way. It is ROUGH out there for creative people working on projects, big or small. The industry is changing in ways that are still being realized as stories change to franchises which change to corporate properties managing streaming conglomerates. I imagine it will get a great deal worse before it gets better as companies start to cheap out on AI. I’ve talked to Netflix producers, friends who write for Marvel projects, and closer to home, my partner just realized the creative dream of a lifetime: the book he’s worked on for seven years got published by THE publisher in his scene. It’s a success! His fans are fantastic! The reviews are great! He’s sold so many copies so quickly that he would qualify for NYT bestsellers criteria if they listed his genre. His experience with the process was like pulling fucking teeth. He was unsupported with the book on every level by his publishers, fought for every good decision, and the whole process was exhausting and demoralizing.  

I can’t imagine how quickly the dream turns into a nightmare for someone taking on a Lucasfilm project, getting the chance to tell a story they’re deeply passionate about, and then it fails utterly for reasons entirely outside of their control.  

Anyway, without invoking Apollo’s red ball, I do want to talk about a Dooku: Jedi Lost adaptation for a second. Because of course, imagining well done cinematic scenes of certain favorite moments in that book - the Tirra ‘taka or Sifo-Dyas’s sandstorm while Dooku’s blue blade is just cutting down foes left and right - make my nips so hard they just break off and go flying around the room, smashing up the furniture. It’s impossible not to dream “well, what if they just did it really well?” 

But here’s where I think it falls apart. Regardless of how you view the platonic or romantic nature of Sifo-Dyas and Dooku's relationship, a good half the book is two male characters having intimate, affirming conversations about their feelings. Can you imagine a Star Wars property where the male leads look at each other and say lines like “you’re here. With me.” or the whole “I’m in.” “I”m in” exchange as their ship literally falls burning from the sky? Disney would probably turn it into a lightsaber fight, and yeah, I’d reblog the shit out of those gifs, but I think it would erase something core that I love in the narrative that is perfectly captured in the medium it’s in right now. Something tender and understated and rare.

....And even if they captured that aspect perfectly, part of the “fandom” that hadn’t seen a Star Wars film since May 2005 would bleat “woke” and complain that their wife left them because someone (me) ruined Count Dooku.

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Seeing your Kamukura au makes me sometimes think of all the potential angst if makoto was able to restore himself and then he sees what’s happened to Byakuya and Kyoko, that’s now made me feel about normal makoto now dealing with the new states of his lovers who have been kamakuraed

First of all, this goes perfectly in the Kamukura Wrangler AU, where Makoto is the only one in his class who isn't Kamukurized!

I think one of the most tragic things about this dynamic is that a lot of the foundation for their relationship was Makoto seeing more in them than they were initially willing to share or others were initially willing to see. He spent enough time with them to see more than the way they came across to casual observers. More than their cold exteriors.

And now he's meeting them again, and the things he saw in them before just aren't there.

Or at least they don't seem to be there.

No partiality in their newly-crimson eyes.

Like most of the other Kamukuras, they discuss Makoto like he's an object, a shared possession, to be used economically.

"When it comes time to escape, his deadweight might prevent Ishimaru from trying to stop us," Kyoko says.

"Provided he survives that long," Byakuya remarks.

"Indeed."

"Guys?!" Directly addressing them proves fruitless, in that moment; everyone except Taka is treating his interjections like the buzzing of a fly.

Another time, Kyoko asks him, "Do you have a family?"

He begins to hope that she's trying to connect with him; he answers from the heart about his parents and sister, and how he misses them and hopes they aren't too worried about him.

As soon as she has her answer, Kyoko just turns away from him while he's still talking, dryly observing with the others that his family means he has motive to try and escape them.

"He won't get far," Byakuya says flatly. "Though consideration should be made, lest he damage himself in the attempt."

Makoto tries to approach Byakuya, just to get him to acknowledge him as a human being, but Taka restrains him protectively.

"I think he loved you," Junko observes, with the first stirring of interest she's had in a while.

"I love all of you," Makoto says quietly.

"Good," Kyoko says. "That sentiment might make you useful. As will your memories." Her eyes hold his broken gaze without sympathy.

He tries to look at Byakuya again, but he's already crawled up onto the ceiling joists or something, just a shadowy figure perched above with bright red eyes reflecting the light.

In short, Kyoko and Byakuya now seem exactly how they used to be described by people who didn't know them well: cold, stoic, averse to social connection, relentless and compassionless in the pursuit of knowledge.

Now, Makoto is forced to see the difference between observation and faith, because he can no longer observe any evidence that they're capable of being appealed to, but he still has to try. He can't give up on them.

(By the time they return his interest, Taka has already attached himself inseparably to Makoto's hip. But they won't process their feelings about that as envy for a while.)