#reader has abilities

[selineram3421]

*has an idea* ....shit.

Tune On In

Prolouge

Alastor X Human Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ Can't think of any. Italics= thoughts ⚠

You had this strange ability since you were little.

Whispers, voices and other strange noises. It was something you could hear in the back of your mind.

The first time it happened was when you were six. You were playing in the living room of your home when the radio turned on, screams and other strange noises you'd hear on scary movies. You ran to your parents and told them, but when you brought then to the radio, all they could here was music playing.

"No more scary movies for you!", your mother said and left the room.

Your father sighed and pat your head.

"It was probably some metal music, don't worry too much and change the station.", he said before also leaving the room.

You were left with a now quiet radio.

There were no more screams or splattering sounds, instead there was humming.

"Hmhmmhm~"

As time passed, you eventually stopped telling your parents. They only gave each other concerned glances and once one of the whispers told you that they were thinking of putting you in an asylum.

For your safety, you had to just bear the strange noises.

.

It was when you were in your early twenties that you heard something on the radio, it having stopped for seven years.

The small radio on your work desk turned on and a man's voice went through.

"Salutations!"

"Turn off that music! I'm on a call!", screeched one of your coworkers.

You rushed to lower the volume but continued to listen in.

"Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast."

Hell? You thought.

"Sinners, rejoice!"

You heard him start to dis someone named Vox and honestly, you didn't need to hear the other half of the conversation to know that the radio man was winning.

"Oh, this will be fun~", the radio man finished.

It stopped after he laughed, then you could hear the normal music playing again.

Turning around, you apologized about the radio being too loud. "Sorry! I forgot that I had the volume on high."

After work, you decided to tap into your curiosity. Now you knew that the whispers and strange radio broadcasts were not normal at all, but you never tried to speak back to it.

Sure, the whispers would warn you about people and other things, but you never acknowledged the voices.

Maybe.. Maybe I can see why I'm hearing things. You thought.

Once in your apartment, you tinkered with the radio a bit and turned to the station you normally heard the radio man spoke from. Putting up the volume, all you could hear was static but that soon changed when you tapped your small microphone.

"Hello?"

The static stopped and all went quiet.

"Hello?"

*sighs* Fucking shit. This might take a while to update because this is brand spanking new. I have no notes on this. It just slammed into my brain.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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ML II Alastor🎙 | ---

[fairydriver]

if you post an image in discord itll round the corners, but once you hit a certain smallness it rounds into a circle. so basically if you make an image that is 32x32 and you post it in discord itll go from this

to this.

so you basically can just draw a little face in mspaint or something and paste it into discord and itll look like a little emoji. you can potentially mess around with this a lot, its proportional to your image going smaller and it doesnt have to be a square either.

[giantkillerjack]

Me: hm, I want something to put on the TV as background noise... Huh. Looks like YouTube is recommending something called The Last Unicorn. That's perfect, it's probably some old shitty animation that has aged poorly! I can watch it ironically!

Me, 2 hours later as the credits roll: *crying, cheering, buying the book, composing the songs*

Me, 2 weeks later: So I have compiled all of the quotes from the book that I think could make good tattoos, and also, HOW HAVE I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT HOW THE LAST UNICORN FUCKING SLAPS??? This gay-ass little fairytale fed my soul! Watered my crops! Transed my gender! Can't believe I heard of this story from youtube recommendations, of all places!!

[muekyn]

…uhh the attack titan’s ability to see into the future… which causes eren to know that he is going to be with you… but he doesn’t know when or how…

the catalyst for it all was eren brushing by you one day. just a small graze of your body against his. of course, he had seen you before, interacted with you before. but this was the first time he’s ever actually touched you.

feeling your soft skin was enjoyable enough for eren. but there was more. without much control over it, there was a flash of a memory that eren could see, a spark of a memory that eren could experience.

in his vision, there was a beautiful meadow. blades of green decorating all of eren’s peripheral. the sky was painted different hues of oranges and pinks, a naturally beautiful mix of colors that provided a sense of peace.

and in that vision, he saw you. he was with you. holding your hand, caressing your skin with his finger. you were so absolutely beautiful; ethereal, even. and in that moment, everything felt right. you, the sky, the clouds. you blended with the world in such a harmonious fashion.

needless to say, that little interaction between you two shifted the way eren saw you. he swooned over you, he fawned for you, he desired you. and he knew he would have you, eventually.

despite knowing you’ll be his, he’s super shy around you. every moment alone with you makes him question if “it’s time”. if it’s leading up to the moment he saw in his vision. for eren, the idea that you’ll be looking up at him with bright eyes and a caring smile, makes him incredibly nervous. he so badly wants that day to come already. he so badly wants to whisper sweet nothings to you, to allow yourself to be absorbed into his embrace.

eren was devoted to you.

you noticed eren’s change of behavior gradually. at first, it was just subtle glances thrown your way. however, as time went on, eren started to talk to you more. there were conversations that lasted for hours, carving away uncertainties and worries, and replacing them with hopes and ambitions. undoubtedly, eren held onto every word you spoke, providing you with so much unwavering attention.

and the way he looked at you… it was something you’ve never experienced before. sweetness and affection dripped from his gaze. his irises seemed to illuminate whenever you spoke with him, especially whenever your eyes met his. it was extremely intense. briefly, the two of you would take in each other, silently admiring one another.

however, there were points in time where eren’s eyes would show deep vulnerability. you could quite literally see the despair that rested behind his eyes, the unrelenting torment he must be going through. he was an undoubtedly scarred soul. yet, you could accept that about him.

his anger was something that you tried to help him with. when he would start to work himself up, you would be by his side to try and rationalize his feelings. he was certainly allowed to be angry, but you were always there to remind him that you were there for him, and not to let his feelings consume him. it took a long time of convincing, but eren seemed to genuinely take your words to heart.

but there was one thing that you couldn’t shake from him. and that was his overly protective nature. there would be moments where eren would get intensely aggressive at others, especially other men. eren wasn’t subtle about it either. if any guy flirted with you, or asked you out, they would seemingly avoid you at all costs the next day. the men would make claims that eren threatened them, telling them not to interact with you anymore.

despite it all, eren was gentle and kind to you. it was really only you that got that treatment, though. everyone else was treated with indifference at best, hostility at worst. but with you, none of that abrasiveness was present. his voice was calm and his touch was soft, almost hesitant.

eren had a hard time keeping his hands away from you. every moment you two shared alone together, he would embrace you, in very subtle ways. shyly caressing your cheek with his hand, or tilting his head onto your shoulder. each touch from him was met with embarrassed laughs, neither one of you knowing how or when to make the next move.

until one day, eren sees you sitting peacefully in a grass field. you are sitting a significant distance away from the other soldiers, using this downtime as a chance to read. you’re perched underneath a large oak tree when you notice eren near you. with sweetness oozing from your voice, you call him over.

carefully, somewhat cautiously, eren joins you. as eren sits with you, he silently admires you. the way you brighten up when you speak with him. the kind and considerate words you give him. just sitting with you, absorbing the world with you; there’s nothing more eren could ask for.

well, if he could ask for more, it would be to have you melt from his embrace. to have you tell him how much you love him. just as much as he loves you. and right now, staring at you, listening to your honeyed voice- caused an insatiable desire deep within eren. it was overwhelming. it was suffocating. he needed you. if only he could just…

as eren is lost in thought, he consumes you with his gaze. without seeming to realize it, you do the same; eyes simply locked on one another while the world falls silent.

very curtly, you lean into eren, giving him a small kiss on his cheek. it’s just a small embrace, a momentary act of affection. but eren knows, and you know, that it means so much more. absolutely so much more.

before you can fully pull away from eren, he wraps his arms delicately around you. as you melt into him, he graces you with a kiss, shyly locking his lips against yours. there’s a hint of mint, a subtle sweetness on his lips. his fingers dance around your skin, trailing his hands along your body, feeling you as if it would be the last sensation he’d experience. his embrace is so soft, so absolutely gentle and warm.

the sky around you slowly transitioned into a clash of pinks and oranges. the breeze is ever so slightly blowing through your hair and against your palms, while eren makes patterns in your skin with his fingers. as he pulls away from your lips, his vibrant turquoise eyes gaze at you with so much affection, so much undying softness.

eren didn’t know every aspect of his future. but in this moment, you love him. and that was enough for eren.

[rintoki]

visitors in the night

characters: kafka x dom!fem!reader

cw: use of strap, rough sex, mentions of somnophilia, reader might be like a robot or smth idk what’s going on with them

a/n: i have no clue what i was wafflin on about something about story setting i think i had a headache ok idk also sorry for any spelling / grammar / punctuation mistakes. even though reader is not actually gendered they just have a fem body, can be read as wlw, read it if u want to idk.

“kafka.”

you glanced up at the purple-haired woman from the book you were reading in bed, watching silently as she pushes it to the side, sidling into your lap.

she doesn’t speak a word, her body language telling you enough. the silk robe wrapped loosely around her body brushes against your skin, and out of your periphery you can see it falling to the sides of her thighs, exposing the milky white skin to you—surely all to get you to pay attention to her. but you can’t find it in yourself to entertain it, eyes boring into hers as you waited for her to explain the interruption.

kafka pouts when you seem unfazed by her advances, resting her arms around your shoulders and leaning in a little closer, “come on…”

she all but purrs into your ear, pressing her body against yours in yet another attempt to get a reaction out of you. to be perfectly honest, you weren’t expecting this out the her. sure, at one point, you played with and entertained her, thinking it’d be a one time thing and you’d both move on. but the enigmatic woman has come waltzing back to you just one too many times to be ‘just for fun’, clearly making herself at home in your residence. you sighed, this is going to be a long night.

and on your lap, kafka shivers. the thin material of her robe doing nothing to keep her warm from the cold air, and instead relying on the heat from your body. a jarring contrast from the iciness in your expression, the very same disinterest that first drew her in. with excitement beginning to swirl in her lower belly, kafka readjusts herself, loosening the knot that held her robe together and letting it slip lower on her shoulders.

“kafka,” you repeated, your eyes fall to the side as you reluctantly set down the half-read book to finally pay full attention to the woman on your lap. the sound of her name falling from your lips sent shivers down her spine, her back arching just a little.

“did you need something?”

she smiles; lips curling as her eyes scan over your face, tracing the curve of your jawline before finally resting on the neckline of your dress shirt, the top buttons unbuttoned with a clear view of your cleavage.

“don’t be like that, darling. i think we both know what i need from you,” she sounds almost breathless, her voice low as one hand reaches for the button that struggled to hold your blouse together, the soft cotton stretching tight over your chest. with a soft sigh, you put your hand over hers, effectively stopping any attempt to unbutton your top.

“i don’t believe i received any message from you about what you might need?” you tilted your head to the side, sitting up a little straighter as you slowly brought her hand to your lips, giving it a soft kiss before placing it where it was previously—wrapped around your shoulders.

“i’m sorry, should i have scheduled an appointment with you?”

“that would be ideal…” your voice trails off as you wrapped an arm around her waist, gently laying her on the bed as your other hand supported you. kafka smiles up at you, breathing deeply as your head dips down to kiss her neck, your arm wrapped securely around her waist; your slow, steady movements beginning to drive her mad.

“then i’ll have time to prepare,” you whispered, bringing your hand from around her waist to cup her breast, massaging it through the silk robe. you hear a soft sigh from the woman, her chest pushing against your hand as you thumb brushed over her nipple.

your lips traveled down her collarbone, pushing one side of the robe aside as you beginning to kiss around her breast, purposefully avoiding her sensitive bud that you know she likes to be touched. kafka’s breath quickens, feeling her back muscles tensed as you tease around it, her grip on your shirt tightening.

“prepare?” her voice was beginning to sound strained, breathing unevenly as you continued to kiss around her breast, everywhere except where she wants to feel your mouth the most, meanwhile the other side was left neglected and aching. kafka presses her head back into the mattress, her body begging for more but not wanting to push you for it. had it been anyone else, she might have just forced them into what she wants, take over their will to do her bidding. but for reasons unknown, that doesn’t work with you. which then begs the question of why she keeps coming back to you knowing you’d tease her like this. she doesn’t quite want to think about that yet, though, instead focusing on your hand that pushes apart her legs, fingers tracing along her thighs.

“to fuck you, of course.”

—

at this point, kafka wasn’t really sure how long it’s been, her hands gripping the soft sheets as you left get your strap. it actually hasn’t been that long yet, perhaps maybe a half hour had passed since she first sat on your lap. but in her lust-fuelled mind, it felt like hours considering you have yet to fuck her like promised.

instead, you spent the time kissing and caressing her body, massaging her chest and teasing her nipples. and you were so fucking good at that, licking and sucking on her sensitive buds until they felt raw and swollen. and even after you would continue to roll the buds between your fingers, until you drew out soft whimpers from her, shying away from your touch and yet her hips trembled with need.

“finally,” kafka mutters, watching from her spot on the bed as you came back with the toy, her purple eyes following your every move as you slipped it on and secured it in place. just the sight of it aroused her further, anticipating the feeling of your cock buried in her walls already.

her robe was a mess; the lower half pushed to the sides to expose her pretty pussy to you, glistening even in the dim lighting of the room. even so you stopped her from undoing the knot that held it together, “keep it on, i quite like it actually.”

kafka only smiles in response, holding your gaze as you crawled over to her once again, before hooking her legs over your forearms and pushing it up. now in this position, it was much more obvious how wet you’ve got her, pussy oozing with juices as it awaits your cock. her breathing gets heavier again as you continuing to toy with her, her walls clenching and unclenching. your fingers brushed along her entrance and watching as more fluid leaks out her, and an involuntary twitch of her hips.

“come on,” she groans, leaning her head back and wiggling her hips, urging you to do something already. you could only laugh in return, before lining up the tip of the dildo to her hole, and in one swift motion, pushed into her pussy completely.

“ah—!” the yelped that escaped her lips was uncharacteristic, and ‘surprise’ was not an emotion she could relate to, but the feeling of your cock buried fully inside her in one thrust was unexpected. instead she had expected you to take your time, fucking her slow and steady until she can no longer take it.

but now kafka could feel your cock in her belly, pushing against her insides so deeply that she could barely breathe. without even giving her time to adjust to the sudden stretch, you’ve already beginning moving your hips, pushing deep into her with every thrust and making sure your hipbones pressed against her ass every time.

you kept your breathing steady, and your movements sharp, pressing kafka’s thighs down until she was almost folded in half, forming a pretty V-shape as her legs hung limply. to you, it merely felt like a workout, the only pleasure you received from this was watching the woman below you gasp and moan out from your relentless thrusts. watching her normally collected composure crumble, and her eyes roll back with pleasure.

even as kafka started to squirt halfway through, her juices spraying out every time you pulled out, you kept up your brutal pace, pushing back in full force. her body bounced with your thrusts, and every movement caused her sensitive nipples to brush against the silk fabric which only amplified the sensations running through her body.

now, sounds of wet skin slapping against each other, and kafka’s gasps for air filled the room. her hands gripped your arms, nails digging into your skin but you barely noticed it, fully focused on the woman beneath, watching every rise of her chest and every twitch of her hips. you’ve done this enough to know, what her body likes the best.

kafka could barely take a full breath between each of your thrusts, and it didn’t matter how tightly her pussy walls clenched; not when you’re pulling out and forcing it back in like that. pleasure coiled in her lower belly, tightening until it was almost unbearable. she could feel her hips and thighs quivering, the muscles struggling against your grip. in and out and in and out, kafka feels her mind getting dizzier, your cock felt so good inside as her back arches, right on the verge of an orgasm before it all suddenly stops.

in an instant, all sensations was ripped from her and she could no longer feel your warmth. somewhere in her mind, she just barely registers the whine that leaves her throat, body aching for your touch, your cock, once again. so out of it that she doesn’t even notice you flipping her to her front, face buried in the sheets as you lift her hips off the bed. the moans that escaped her lips she can’t even care to muffle; high-pitched and needy when you pull her hips back onto your cock, the lewd sounds echoing through the room.

the orgasm that you had so cruelly ripped from her was quickly building again, this time much faster as the tip of your cock pressed against the swollen bundle of nerves within her with every thrust. pain and pleasure mixed together under your bruising pace, kafka was sure that she’d feel it in the morning, but she cannot complain. after all, this was what she wanted—what she needed from you.

this time, you don’t stop. even as her pussy ached from oversensitivity and the bed below has been completely drenched with her juices, your hips continues to fuck the cock into her. until nothing but shaky breathing could be heard from the woman below you, her body falling limply to the bed as you finally released her hips, imprints of your hands pressed into the milky skin.

—

thankfully, you still remembered the page you left off in the book you were reading, picking it up as you sat back in the spot you were in previously. having now showered and cleaned up, you were ready to resume your peaceful reading.

on the other side of the bed, kafka was still in the same position you had left her in. whether she had fallen asleep or passed out, you didn’t really care to know. and you could still see her body twitching occasionally; surely an after effect of your actions. well, it didn’t matter. you would finish your reading and go to sleep, and in the morning when you awoke again, she would already be gone.

—

when kafka awoke, the room was dark and you had long since fallen asleep. her body felt stiff and sore after what you did, but ultimately she can say gave her exactly what she needed. that you fucked her until she passed out was amazing in itself, but leaving her like that and going to sleep yourself was clinical. the coldness and disinterest from you that she can’t get enough of, her pussy throbbed as she observed your sleeping body, how easy it would be to use you to get off right now, rip off the damned clothes that hid your body from her hungry eyes.

instead she reels herself in; there was work to be done. biting down on her bottom lip, she drags her spent body off the bed, only now realising the huge stains left on the sheets. she assumes embarrassment is what she should be feeling now, but instead she finds a pen and some paper.

i’ll pay for the sheets. my apologies, you were just too good. ♡

as she leaves your residence, kafka pulls out her phone. thinking back to your words earlier, she smiles as she drafts a message scheduled to be sent to you.

‘i’ll be coming over again tomorrow night. don’t say i didn’t schedule an appointment with you.’

[gniteruirui]

Hewoo I will disappear after this post byeeee

[michy16]

Everybody but Dazai?

(ok this is me posting again about how well written Asagiri's charters are)

Dazai's ability fits his charter so well its crazy. The detective agency serves as a home for all of the agency members not only because its full of people who also have strange abilities but because Fukuzawa's ability allows them to control what separates them from society. But not dazai. He doesn't have the control everyone else gains because No Longer Human cancels out All men Are Equal. Every body but Dazai gets to control what they are. And Dazai suffer from his injuries silently because its not like Yosano can help him like she can everyone else. Everyone in the agency knows this about him and they see and understand that he's different which pushes his belonging away even more. When it comes to the agency he is beyond help. That's why he is often pictured off to the side away from the agency because no matter how much he may want to be, he simply isn't there.

Since his ability isn't flashy and doesn't effect normal people he could fit in with the outside world, but when it comes to normal people, he feels so far above them not only because of the fact he has an ability but because of how smart he is. He cant find himself fitting in with the "normal" people of society as well as the gifted. That's why it didn't matter to him if he was on the side of good or evil. That's why the killing didn't matter to him because to him nothing felt real to him. it simply felt as if he wasn't there.

Also Dazai's ability is also perfectly pieced together because we only know what Dazai wants us to know about him as well as everyone else in the show. Everything we know about Dazai, other people in the show already know as well. Other people in the show like Sigma who's ability allows him to read memories by touching them, can never do what he could do to everyone else to Dazai. Things in the show like this is what allows Dazai to remain a mysterious and scary man even to us the viewers. We will never know the childhood origins that cultivated him to be the way that he is. What made him want to search for a purpose in the first place? And maybe that's cause he doesn't want us (or anybody show wise tbh) to really know?

Therefore Dazai will never completely feel part of any society or belonging, in an ability user setting or not. Instead he teeters on the edge of both worlds. not knowing where he belongs looking for a purpose. So far removed from everyone he knows that he has grown to feel like the name of his ability, he feels no longer human. Everyone but Dazai. Everyone but Dazai has a home. Everyone but Dazai has found a purpose. Everyone but Dazai is not beyond help.

(Does this make sense?)

(this picture is from r/bungou stray dogs)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Why is Erik taking a shower and is fully prepared to fight naked in that panel 😭

my man turning into a baby is a typical tuesday activity but the second he wanna little naked shower fight NOW its suspicious 🤨

[deoidesign]

I'm caught now, what's the comic about? I'm guessing demons from your tags but I want to know more (without spoiling anything)

I'm so glad you asked.

I wanna say so much but I don't want to spoil anything... I'll do my best.

It's about demons, yes... But also mermaids, curses, murder, and love... The sweetest mermaid in the world gets magically stuck with an asshole demon warlord.

Thrust into a world of crime, murder, lies, and secrets, Luciel is completely out of their depth... And cursed to live in the ocean for the rest of his life, Zagan is a fish out of water.

Zagan is trying to solve the mystery of his own murder, while also navigating trying to cure his new curse AND gathering souls so he doesn't get sent back to hell. While Luciel is happy to tag along, Zagan is new to cooperation and is forced to adapt... And Luciel soon discovers there might have been a BIT more danger than they signed up for.

It follows the two of them as they solve a mystery, uncover new secrets, and navigate the dangers of the world while also discovering its many wonders!

And also maybe falling in love...

This is sort of the vibe... I haven't finished any episodes yet. These aren't canon scenes. I keep drawing just a couple panels or small strips of scenes that MIGHT happen cause I'm so excited it's not even funny I want to make it so bad

I can't stop drawing them it's a problem. I have work I have to do...

[exiaax]

In Parkour Civilization, no one jumps for the beef. Why risk your life for a little bit more hunger bar when you can make a 1 block jump for chicken?

However, today, I’ll be making the 1 block vertical jump, and taking on the challenge of the Parkour Temple after winning a ticket. I will do whatever it takes to become a Parkour Pro, and see what’s on the Top Layer - Parkour Noob Kim Dokja

[lunarharp]

when an obsessed orufrey person plays ace attorney for the first time in a while

[marsconer]

forget about the could you pull kazz brekker, the real question is could kazz brekker pull you?

[scary-lasagna]

Question: do you prefer Fandom slenderman where he cares for everybody as a family or canon slenderman where he doesn't care about anyone not even the proxies? Also do you write for canon slenderman because I have a request I'll send in if you write for canon slender but I wanna see what you say for. Thank you have a good day ❤️✨️

Just and FYI to everyone in the fandom since the topic was brought up: Creepypasta doesn’t really have a solid “canon”. I see this around a lot and just wanted to mentioned that everything in the Creep fandom is just ideas welded together with the foundation of not very well written scary stories. Some of people people can like, or not like, and decide to implement what and change other things. I’ve seen some debate about what’s true canon. (Mostly with Ben being a child, Jeff always wearing a white hoodie, or even Slender eating children vs consuming souls.) But the reality is (coming from someone who’s been in the creep fandom since 2013), there is no true canon. Go crazy. Make Jeff trans, make EJ a cat-boy, give Offender a better name since his brothers deserve a fourth, make Zalgo a big softie instead of the usual hardass!

(Also, my dear anon, this isn’t directed toward you. The word canon reminded me of this topic, and I’ve been wanting to mention it to my blog. Although I usually see it on tiktok, I sometimes come across it on Tumblr as well.)

howEevveeerrr, back to responding to the ask, I do love writing for characters what an opposing personality from their usual self! :] I had an idea a while ago about what if Slender was pushed too hard and turned cruel and strict in order to keep everyone alive.

But yes I would definitely write for Slender who was cruel and didn’t care about anyone but himself. The proxies may attempt a bit of mutiny.

[s-u-g-a-r-rush1997]

Someone requested a sweet misunderstood Carrie!reader who gets blood dumped on her and oh boy it has gone beyond two pages, and is almost passed three.

I made up an entire game with, admittedly barebones, lore and a backstory. The villain/reader character is some sort of twisted genie Medusa witch who turned an entire town to stone in her lore. I got a silent protagonist who was designed to be neutral and nameless and voiceless and resents it and they’re kind of stealing the show a little bit — I feel like I have to snatch it back from them. Fix-it Felix is here. Not for long, but he’s here.

And I still have more to write.

[acim-ed-ortsac]

Nezuko!Reader x SVSSS Part 3

Shen Jiu did not like anyone in the palace.

Or would it be correct to say that he was wary of everyone and bit anyone who tried to touch him and you. Understandable since you were his caretaker/parent. But still, the moment Luo Binghe went up to you to hug you, the child literally climbed into your arms and snarled at the Emperor of the Demon Realm. He even bit after the finger that was a hair's breadth from your being, which would’ve been chopped off if the half demon hadn’t pulled away in time. You had given Shen Jiu a thorough scolding when the two of you were alone.

Though it did not soured the protagonist’s happiness as he smiled at you with joy and brought you to a room with a bed and a closet full of clothes. Actual clothes. You could almost cry. A room connected to the one you’re in was a bathroom with soaps, incense, and a tub. You took A-Jiu to the bath and removed your fur pelts from your bodies before going in the tub full of hot water. Shen Jiu sighed as you scrubbed and rinsed his hair and body, making sure to be thorough in the process. 

After you both were washed, you went back to the bedroom to put on clothes. When you peered through the robes of different colours, a certain blue and white robe and pants caught your eye before you chose it as your outfit for the day. Sadly, when you peered through the clothes for a pair of Shen Jiu’s size, there was none. The child just had to make due with your fur pelts for now. You’ll have to ask Luo Binghe or Mobei Jun to make clothes for your kid.

Shen Jiu took the liberty to brush your hair, grabbing the hair brush from the vanity and tugging you to sit down on the chair. Despite being a child, Shen Jiu was not bad with a brush, taking care of any knots or tangles that were in your hair. You glancing down at your locks, you noticed that it fades from black to a certain colour when going down. Shen Jiu called your by your family title — or the title that he decided for you when he was old enough to speak — to announce that he was done. 

You had taken a look in the mirror and was satisfied and quite proud of how you look. Just like everyone in this novel, you were quite attractive. A pretty person if you were being honest. Though, you can’t really compare with Luo Binghe or Mobei Jun if compared with males; nor can you compare with Sha Hualing when it comes to females.

Oh, well.

You were summoned to Luo Binghe’s office.

You left Shen Jiu with a reminder not to cause trouble, putting full faith that the child would not do something stupid. Which would’ve been a very bad idea but you’re betting your money that Shen Jiu is the original Shen Qingqiu reincarnated and has his memories. 

A demoness had accompanied you to show you the way, letting you marvel at the magnificence of the building’s interior and design. You weren’t planning to be an architect when you were in the modern world but even you could say that this was a craft of grandeur and wealth. 

Though, that doesn’t distract you from the lustful glances the demoness gave you. The moments where you look forward, the demoness would avert her eyes to the front, as if she wasn’t eye-banging you. Though, you ignored her gaze as you noticed you neared double doors with eye-catching carvings. When you neared, you caught voices of two people inside it: one was the familiar deep voice of Luo Binghe and another was not as deep but was stern sounding with a kind lilt to it.

Shen Yuan was your lucky guess,

When approaching, the demoness gave a knock and announced your presence. The voices quieted before a loud enough ‘Enter’ sounded. The doors opened and revealed what seemed to be Luo Binghe’s office; he's seated at a desk that’s filled to the brim with papers and reports. Beside him standing is the infamous Shen Qingqiu, who looks at you with surprise and intrigue but he hides it behind his fan. Jade green eyes peer at you as you enter, glancing at both of them. Luo Binghe beams at you as he stood up and made his way towards you to give you his hug that was denied by your adopted kid.

As you wrapped your arms around him, you felt him sag in relief and contentment before he pulled away with a smile. “I want you to meet my husband,” he then looked at the older man. “This is Shen Qingqiu, my shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu makes his way towards the two of you and smiles, “It is a pleasure to meet the one who took care of my husband during his time in the Abyss.”

You huffed through your nose as you bowed 90 degrees, startling them. “It is an honor to meet the Empress of the Demon Realm.”

“You do not need to do that—!” You heard Shen Qingqiu exclaim, sounding flustered.

A hand pulled you up from your pose and faced you with Luo Binghe—who towers you by inches. “You don’t need to do that,” Luo Binghe said.

You tilted your head at them, “Oh, okay.”

Getting the go, you walked a bit closer to Shen Qingqiu and examined him, ignoring his nervousness when he stepped back. The voice that called your name went quiet to your ears as you picked at a stray lock that fell from the Qing Jing peak lord’s style and brushed it behind his ears, you examined his sharp yet soft eyes to his pale skin to his dark hair that had brownish highlights.

“Pretty,” you said as you raised a hand to pat the peak lord’s head. You then glanced at Luo Binghe and smiled. “Luo Binghe, you got yourself a pretty husband.”

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan internally: AAAAH! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? DID I JUST PASSED A PARENT’S TEST!? THAT WAS NERVE-WRACKING! AND WHAT’S WITH THEIR WHOLE APPEARANCE!? THEY’RE TOO PRETTY! CURSE YOU AIRPLANE FOR MAKING UNFAIRLY ATTRACTIVE CHARACTERS!

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I love webnovels.

More specifically, I love webnovels where one of the MC's starter skills is literally just the fancied up equivalent of "disassociate on command", because if that doesn't tell you right out the gate this dude's gonna get fucked up I don't know what will.