#relative peace ig

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I’m like two years late with this au but to everyone who said it was Claire cash in

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Hmmm so… so far 2/3 of my protags (origins, da2) pretty much soft-retired after their respective games until they put upon themselves a near-impossible quest likely resulting their demise… and so far my quizzie has soft-retired w her wife Josephine after trespasser… until…

[alittleemo]

finished my final paper wooo

[embrosegraves]

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕

Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader The season starts and it's a relatively calm affair, until it's not. Some things can be predicted while others show up like an unwanted Force Ghost from Star Wars.

Warnings: As per, explicit language and grammatical errors. I'm limited by the emojis i can use on my computer so if you see a Oceania World emoji, it's because theres no aussie flag :'(

i'm gaslighting everyone into thinking that the tweets have no dates or timestamps. they don't exist i don't know what you're talking about.

also, for the sake of the plot, anybody can see your ig story even on priv accounts :D

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oscarpiastri First race with redbullracing and a P7 in Bahrain. Pretty proud if I do say so myself tagged: redbullracing, yn.horner, danielricciardo

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redbullracing Absolutely MEGA drive Oscar 🔥😎 -> liked by author

fan1 Starting the year off strong 💪💪

fan2 Oscar looks so much happier already 🥹

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redbullracing The faces of two BOYS who thought it was a good idea to wake Admin up at an UNGODLY hour

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fan5 FELT OMGGG

oscarpiastri It was well past noon don't even -> redbullracing "it wAs WeLl pAsT nOoN" stfu 😒

maxverstappen1 but I got a coffee peace offering -> redbullracing uhuh, a 'coffee' offering. -> redbullracing IT WAS DECAF -> max33verstappen the though counts???

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oscarpiastri Ruben let me use (steal) oscar's phone so i can expose the memes oscar sends to the RB groupchat. yw - redbullracing admin

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yn.horner #op81 stans, this is who your pookie is??? -> oscarpiastri when I catch you -> yn.horner "when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you"

redbullracing ayo rubenholtt is a real one frfr -> rubenholtt you promised me double coated timtams what was I supposed to do? -> oscarpiastri maybe not let them use my phone and just buy them urself?? -> rubenholtt yeah nah

maxverstappen1 why are they just me and charles? -> charles_leclerc I would like to know as well ☝️ -> oscarpiastri uuhhhhh -> oscarpiastri 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

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oscarpiastri I couldn't let logansargeant be the only '23 Rookie hosting a podcast this year (Admin held me hostage to include that last pic ���) ((also, first ep coming soon!)) tagged: danielricciardo, aussiegrit and redbullracing

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logansargeant welcome to the club bro 😎 -> oscarpiastri you 🤜🤛 me

redbullracing only the coolest kids host podcasts 🔥😎 -> redbullracing also you weren't held hostage, you were ✨persuaded✨ -> oscarpiastri whatever helps you sleep at night

maxverstappen1 I thought I was the rb driver with a podcast?? -> oscarpiastri okay?? Logan and Alex both have a podcast? -> maxverstappen1 they're on the same podcast????? -> oscarpiastri your point?????????????????? -> maxverstappen1 ???????????????????????????????????????? -> yn.horner girls girls, you're both pretty -> oscarpiastri omg you think we're pretty? 🤭🥰 -> maxverstappen1 omg both of us 🥰🥰🥰 -> yn.horner oh ffs

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yn.horner We don't tolerate cheating in this household tagged: oscarpiastri, danielricciardo, maxverstappen1, gplambiase

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christianhorner behave -> yn.horner wdym? I'm a saint compared to some people

oscarpiastri I won uno fair and square -> maxverstappen1 still can't believe you stacked two +4s -> oscarpiastri 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

fan45 Red Bull Admin is the cuntiest admin of them all -> yn.horner I try my very bestest for you guys 🥹🥰

very upset at how long this took for me. incredibly frustrating to have everything planned out and then have nothing get done because of writers block but here it is regardless

I sincerely hope that you guys are enjoying the series and that you can forgive how tardy this update is.

(I'm not gonna be home for a bit so I will repost with the taglist when I get back <3)

Love you all so much 🫶🫶

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Positively unstoppable (Halsin Silverbough x reader)

synopsis: It is the height of bear mating season and with the heat around all of you, you and your group are forces to stop traveling for a while. Well, it seems your lover is not quite comfortable telling you it is mating season as he is scared you are weirded out. Yet he also can´t hold himself back when faced with you.

warnings: p in v sex, mating press, Halsin in heat should be his own warning, some bear like behaviour ig, basically porn without plot, kinda fluff at the end, afab reader

word count: 1.5k

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A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon that requested Halsin in heat as soon as they saw my post about researching bear mating season for this <3

Dividers by me

The heat of the height of summer was burning down harsh upon your traveling bodies, bringing your party to a screeching halt when the only thing possible, was to put up camp and find a way to cool down your overheating forms. As soon as your tent is set up, you decide to head to the river nearby, wanting to cool down in the little lake it ended in.

Only after you rid yourself of the clothing and stepped into the water, you notice the towering form of Halsin sitting close by already, his eyes focused on the flow and movement of the river. From the movement of his shoulders, it was clear that he was breathing deeply, most likely meditating. For a moment you contemplate going over to him, but when you look back to where he sat Halsin was already gone. Or so you thought until the water began to ripple into small waves upon the druid stepping into it. He looks tense. More than usual and for sure more than the past couple of weeks, which honestly you didn´t think was possible.

“Are you feeling well? You have been behaving differently for quite some time now.” You voice your concern quietly as to not disturb the peace of the nature surrounding the two of you.

“I can assure you, that I am feeling quite alright.” His words hold relatively little meaning in the face of the way he borderline flinches away from your touch as you begin to run the water over his warm skin. Or the voice that comes out is gruff, yet you can feel his breath hitch just the slightest bit. Immediately you pulled your hands away from him, trying to see through him. A futile attempt so you take his hands in yours and look him deep in the eyes.

"Love, I would be fine even if you told me, you do not wish to talk about it, but just tell me truthfully. Are you alright?" Looking into his eyes, Halsin's pupils have swallowed almost all the green that surrounds them.

In what you perceive as just a sweet attempt to calm your worries, the tall man leans down to rest his forehead against yours, while holding your chin in one gentle hand.

"I am fine." He put emphasis on every word he speaks.

But you are so close and your scent so much stronger than the rest of the year, singing to him in the most irresistible tones. It all made the druid unable to keep himself from nuzzling your face and neck, thus eliciting a so far successfully held back moan and a shiver of arousal runs down your spine. A ripple of pleasure runs through your entire body when he begins to nibble on the tender skin.

"Halsin..." His name trembles from your tongue.

"You're mine." He only growls in return.

It's a rarely seen show of possession from your lover and all the more powerful whispered in the low baritone of his affected voice.

Halsin picks you up as if you weigh nothing and lays you in the grass at the riverbank and doesn't waste a second to crawl on top of you. With one swift motion he hooks his large, muscular arms into the hollow of your knees to lay them over his shoulders.

"Damn it, I cannot wait any longer. Your folds simply feel too immaculate." The druid breathes out the trembling words as he rubs his hard cock between your folds to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves atop it with his tip.

With one strong push and a sigh that fans his hot breath over your ear and cheek, Halsin bottoms out inside your tight cunt. In turn, your walls flutter around his thick member and your back arches until your chest squishes your legs even more between the two of you. 

"Oh, you feel so good inside of me. Always stretch me out so much it's like my cunt will take the shape of your cock one day." You babble mindlessly as you get used to the stretch that feels like it threatens to split you in two.

Halsin doesn't give you much time to get used to his massive size as he sets for an ambitious pace, pushing into your core painfully over and over again until your pained whimpers and moans turn into sounds of pleasure and begging for more.

"Please do not ever stop." You cry out as Halsin's massive paw of a hand begins to pinch and twist your nipples, losing control of himself a bit more and taking the pace and intensity of his thrusts up a notch. One of your hand buried its nails in his shoulder to attempt to ground yourself, while the other grips and lightly pulls on his hair. Immediately your companion leans down to seal your lips with his, kissing you with teeth and tongue. The moment your lips meet, he is positively unstoppable.

You get pushed into the grass with his whole weight, his balls slap against your ass cheeks as you get rocked back and forth by inhumanely, animalistic thrusts. The wet sounds of the tip of Halsin´s cock bullying your most sensitive spot, drenching it in your juices as a result and making the sounds of your hips slapping against each other wetter as time went on. It felt so good that the brain fog soon took over, rendering you unable to kiss him back any longer.

“Nothing feels so divine as your tight walls fluttering around my cock.” Your brain barely registers the words the druid huffs against your lips before kissing you again. Unwavering despite the fact your lips hang open ever so slightly to make way for shaky breaths and high pitched, eager whines.

“Fuck, I can feel you are close, my love. Your cunt could not possibly squeeze me any tighter.” Halsin lets out another insatiable growl, before he coaxes the first peak out of your body. Revelling in the sight of you being shaken by the waves of pleasure he provides.

“Halsin…” You moan the druids name like a mantra, like a quiet prayer to your own personal god that simply continued to bless you with the pleasure that still caused your body to tremble in the aftershocks of climax.

Two more peaks he pulls from your body until you are nothing but a puddle of panting breaths overstimulated cries and a lose grip that tries to hold onto his shoulders, to hold your legs where he put them. Only then Halsin bottoms out inside of you once more. Buried as deep as he can, with his thick tip kissing the opening to your womb, he shoots a great amount of his seed into you. Together the two of you stay intermingled for what feels like an eternity. With your arms wrapped around the other to hold them close as you breathe in the air that the other lets out until you both feel dizzy. The druid wipes the sheen of sweat from your forehead with the greatest care and strokes a lost strand of hair behind your ear, while all you can do is to fight the brain fog and keep his eye contact. Those sage coloured eyes you loved so much, gently get you back to reality, where there is nothing left but to giggle until you burst into full on satisfied laughter.

“Hah, I had a feeling you would go insane on me one day. Yet I never would have imagined it would happen after I laid with you.” Halsin jests as he sits back on his haunches and taps your thighs to motion for you to assist him in sitting you up as well.

You follow his wordless command and sit up, wincing when there is a dull sensation shooting through your core.

“Do you feel aright, my love?” He asks with his eyebrows suddenly knitted together in concern.

“Yes, love. Positively spend, but fine nonetheless and you need not worry about my state of mind any time soon.” You lean forward to place a peck on the tip of your companion’s nose. “I was merely overwhelmed with the content feeling that floods me whenever I am near you and did not know how else to handle it. In fairness one should think I would have learned it by now, but I am far from it. It still is so hard to believe I am lucky enough to be able to call you mine.”

Gratefully you accept the small pouch of water that Halsin hands you and take a few sips, before handing it back.

“I understand what you mean. Sometimes it all feels like it is too good to be true. Like being on the verge of waking up from the most beautiful dream.” The soft voice of your lover makes you feel all fuzzy inside with how effortlessly he understands.

“Exactly, like being on the verge of waking up from the most immaculate dream.”

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▸ WRITTEN IN THE STARS⌇regulus black.

› pairing ━ ꒰ regulus black x shy!reader ꒱

› in which ━ ꒰ two almost-strangers meet one another by coincidence, and find that they may have more in common than they initially thought. ꒱

› content warning ━ ꒰ light flirting ; angst (?) ; basically no warnings. mainly just two people chatting. very slightly ooc regulus, ig (just has to do w/ his views), etc. ꒱

› word count ━ ꒰ 3 . 2k ꒱

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A YAWN PASSED THROUGH your tired lips as you gently laid yourself down onto your soft bed, slipping underneath the covers as to protect yourself from the cold air of your dormitory. Your eyes fluttered shut as you awaited for a peaceful slumber to consume you — one that never did.

It was rather impressive — impressively idiotic, that is, that you could spend an entire day wishing that you were asleep, but once your body was given a comfortable bed and the silence needed to do so, you felt more awake than you ever had over the long course of the day.

It was for this very reason that you found yourself now sauntering about the halls of Hogwarts, a book held snuggly between your chest and your arms. It was already nearing midnight by the time you'd decided to leave your dorm, coming to the conclusion that, if you could not sleep, it was better to appreciate the night for what it was worth.

Though you were able to remain relatively quiet, the halls seemed to resound with the sound of your footsteps. You'd never been one for breaking rules. Even now, you found yourself pausing to listen for any sounds that would indicate the presence of another, in the case that a professor, too, was wandering the halls. Though it didn't make very much sense — after all, the teachers required just as much rest as the students — you were at times convinced that some of the professors never slept.

Not that you could blame them. There was no doubt that many of the students in Hogwarts were skilled in the art of troublemaking.

You hadn't even realized that you'd entered a classroom until you noticed the faint flickering of a candle's light, sending some of the shadows dancing along the walls. Moonlight bled in through the large window that occupied the majority of the tower's walls, casting a faint silver hue throughout the room. You'd entered the Astronomy Tower, and it seemed as though you were not alone.

Before you sat none other than the silver-eyed, raven-haired boy by the name of Regulus Black, his eyes trained on a novel in his hands.

You knew of Regulus. Though you'd seldom spoken to him outside of the context of classes, it was common knowledge that he was the younger brother of the notorious Sirius Black. He was a reserved boy, not unlike yourself, but a stark contrast to his brother, and exuded a certain coldness and respectability. You often noticed him reading in the library or even in the few classes the two of you shared, sitting by himself or with his small group of Slytherins.

"I haven't seen you up here before."

You jolted at the unexpected voice. Lost in your own thoughts, you had deliberately failed to notice that Regulus was no longer consumed by his book, and was instead staring directly at you.

"I'm — I'm sorry?"

"No one usually comes up here — not at this time, at least," the boy explained. "I didn't expect to have any company."

"O—oh." You replied, pursing your lips. "I could... leave, if you'd like?"

Regulus shrugged, his eyes returning to the pages of his book. "You don't seem like you'd be much of a bother."

You nodded, awkwardly looking back at your own book, not yet having decided where to sit. You were unsure if he wanted to continue talking with you or if he wanted to be left to his solitude, so, after some thought, you situated yourself some good distance across from Regulus, not so far that the two of you could not converse but not so close that you or he would feel compelled to do so.

"You're in my potions class."

Startled yet again by the sudden statement, you looked up from your novel to find Regulus watching you carefully.

"I am," you breathed.

Regulus nodded to himself thoughtfully, and you could swear that a ghost of a smile danced along his lips.

"I remember, now. Y/n, isn't it? Slughorn has a certain fondness for you. He complains of your absence at his dinner parties."

"He does?"

"Nearly every time."

You considered his words. "I've — I've never been very interested in the prospect of attending one. Are they... any good?"

"They're dreadful."

Your brows furrowed. "Why do you go, then?"

"My parents would never let me refuse such an opportunity."

You could understand this. You supposed the only reason you were able to spend your nights without Slughorn's presence was because you had never told your parents of the invitation in the first place. Though, you suspected that even if you had, you would still find some way to avoid the dinners. Social gatherings were never something you particularly fancied.

"That makes sense, I suppose."

The two of you maintained a prolonged eye-contact, before you inevitably looked away, deterred only by the impenetrable nature of his stare. You could feel, however, that Regulus's eyes did not falter from you, and you tried to ignore his piercing gaze by focusing on your novel.

"You're reading Pride and Prejudice?" Regulus then questioned after some time, one brow raising in what appeared to be curiosity.

"You know of it?"

"I've read some muggle literature. I haven't read it myself, but I most certainly have heard of Jane Austen."

"You've — you've read muggle literature?" You echoed, utterly bemused. Though you didn't normally assume such things, you'd never imagined that Regulus Black, known Slytherin and blood-purist, would find any interest in literature that was not written by someone of magical descent.

"When I find myself alone, yes, I occasionally give it the benefit of the doubt."

You stared at Regulus, quite nearly impressed.

"I don't believe I've ever heard of a pureblood that willingly reads non-magical literature, even fiction."

He offered you something akin to a half-smile. "Well, I am not as tasteless as the rest of my family. I don't believe one needs to be of magical descent to be skilled in the art of writing." He paused. "Speaking of, you know of them?"

"Well, I — everyone knows of the Blacks, don't they?"

Regulus shrugged. "I suppose they do."

A silence followed, and although a certain tension was present, the quiet was not entirely unbearable.

"Why have you come up here so late?" He asked you after a few beats.

"Couldn't sleep," you replied simply. "You?"

"I needed some time to think. I find that this tower is the perfect place to do so, when not filled to the brim with students and teachers."

You felt the beginnings of a smile tug at your lips. "It truly is."

Your eyes fixated upon the night sky, and a quietness settled oncemore.

Some idle conversation passed after this, coupled with even more silence, but the quiet was not unenjoyable. You’d always quite liked silences — they always made thinking much easier, but your appreciation of them seemed to be enhanced in the boy’s company, something you would have never suspected. To be fair, however, the mere fact that you had any company at this hour was something that you would have never guessed would happen.

"I should head back to my dorm," you then said, getting up in a rather abrupt manner. You did not know why you did so. You weren't yet tired, but you felt a sudden need to return to the safety of your bed — felt it suddenly and quite intensely.

“So soon?” Regulus didn’t seem too troubled by your potential departure despite his words, his eyes wandering over to the book in his hands and his expression so perfectly indifferent. You couldn’t tell exactly why, but you felt a certain sadness at the thought of him not caring, not that you could very much blame him if he didn't. He hardly knew you. 

“I just remembered that I have an exam in Herbology. I don’t want to be any more tired than I should be.”

The lie rolled easily enough past your tongue, but you knew that Regulus could tell that what you were saying was not the exact truth as he nodded and leaned against the wall, narrowing his eyes upon you for all but a moment before opening his book. 

You stared at him for perhaps a moment too long before you made your leave. 

“Wait.”

Your footsteps came to a halt just as you reached the doorway. You turned. 

“Come back,” Regulus said, and you felt your eyebrows knit together at the statement. “If — if you cannot sleep any other night, come back. Your company is not entirely intolerable, and I come up here nearly every night.”

It was a question in the form of a demand, and you could tell such by the way Regulus seemed to shift awkwardly in his spot, his eyes holding something indescribable behind them. Nervousness, perhaps. It was odd. No one had ever acted nervous around you before. 

“If I am ever particularly energetic,” you agreed, before disappearing into the hallway. 

* * *

You thought of that night for the rest of the week. 

Your mind mulled over every word spoken, every moment of silence that the two of you had shared. You had little idea of why this very interaction occupied your thoughts in such an obsessive manner. It was a mere coincidence that you had found and spoken to Regulus; nothing more. Still, some small part of you hoped it wasn’t. 

It was, in hindsight, rather foolish that you forgot that you and Regulus shared Herbology among other classes. When you lied, for some strange reason you were under the impression that Potions was your only class in common. 

If Regulus was angry or annoyed, he didn’t show it — only shot you some small, knowing smile when your eyes met that made your stomach turn. He did not make any effort to speak or interact with you, and this made you feel all the more guilty — you didn’t want to make him think that you disliked him in the slightest. If anything, his presence had been refreshing. 

Other than this, classes went on as they usually did: slowly, painfully. 

It wasn’t until the next week that you decided to return, figuring that the only remedy to what was now your inability to think of anything but school and of the Astronomy Tower was by returning to it. 

Your footsteps echoed throughout the room, quiet but loud all at once. 

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that Regulus looked somewhat surprised at the sight of you. It was, perhaps, wishful thinking that he then smiled, but he was undoubtedly startled by your presence, and at this you felt a certain satisfaction. 

“Hi,” you greeted, not very sure of what else to say. You always found that interactions with just barely acquaintances and almost-friends were more difficult than those with strangers. A lack of familiarity was something that was in itself familiar to you, but a small amount of such was something you were much less used to. 

“Hello,” Regulus responded after a moment. “Trouble sleeping?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I could.”

Regulus nodded.

Though there was some initial awkwardness, it was soon mollified by a steady stream of conversation, ranging from topics that evolved from trivial things to what could have perhaps been considered philosophical discussions — not that you disliked this in the slightest. In fact, you were beyond glad to have someone to speak to on topics that transcended the simplicity of day-to-day life.

From that night on, you found yourself, much to your dismay, only thinking more of Regulus, of your discussions. However, you couldn't bring yourself to stop your visits. Instead, you allowed them to become part of your routine. Visiting Regulus soon became something you expected.

* * *

"Are you usually this quiet?"

Regulus's voice startled you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry?"

"Well, and I don't mean for you to take any offense, but you are awfully quiet. And considering my own nature, that's especially odd for me to say."

You pursed your lips. You'd always known yourself to be quiet, but remaining so made you the most comfortable. Besides, idle conversation and small talk had never been a fortitude of yours.

"I have a loud mind."

Regulus hummed at this, and your heart skipped a beat at his next words. "Would I hear it if I got closer?"

"Maybe.”

Regulus took a seat beside you and leaned against the wall, admiring the stars.

A silence ensued, one in which the two of you merely gazed at the stars, appreciating the way they flickered from bright to brighter, expertly illuminating the night sky.

"Are you any good at Astronomy?" Regulus then inquired, his voice piercing through the quiet.

"I like to think so. When I was... when I was young, I always wanted to learn about the stars." You sighed contently, bending your knees so that you could rest your chin against them. "Are you?"

"My parents didn't name me after a star with the expectation that I'd be bad at it."

You hummed in response, before you felt a smile curve your lips, and eventually your giggles filled the air.

"What?" Regulus asked, a bemused smile on his visage.

You allowed your laughter to dissipate before you spoke. "I'm sorry, it's just — I just realized that it's rather ironic, that your name is Regulus and you just so happen to be in the Astronomy tower this late at night, every night."

Regulus, at this, felt his smile grow, until peals of laughter too fell from his lips and danced with yours. He liked your laugh, he thought to himself.

It wasn't even something that was particularly funny. Ironic, yes, but nothing to warrant this fit of laughter from the both of you. You had, in all honesty, no true understanding of why this affected you so, but you mused that it may have had something to do with your company.

When your laughters finally quieted down, a comfortable silence settled, and you couldn't help but steal a glance at Regulus, at the way his eyes squinted and his lips curved so perfectly when he smiled — a true, unbridled smile. And for one brief, foolish moment, you mind toyed with the idea that he may have been one of the most beautiful boys you'd ever seen. You didn't allow the thought to mingle in your mind, however, as he opened his eyes and spoke.

"Do you not find it difficult, being by yourself so often?" Regulus then questioned suddenly, pausing.

"I — I see you in the halls or during feasts occasionally. You never seem to have very much company, or when you do, you never seem to be engaging in very much conversation."

He noticed you. You didn't know why you felt so struck by his sudden statement. Perhaps it was the question itself, one that you'd so often asked yourself, sitting in your dorm or in the library, so close yet so far from everyone else. Or, perhaps it was because he saw you, someone he'd never before talked to outside of the safety of these nights, where social standings meant virtually nothing — that even though you often thought yourself to be so, you weren't nearly as invisible as you thought.

"I... I will admit, it can be lonely, at times, being alone. I mean — I do like being by myself, but I don't fancy being alone as often as I am. I think... I think, though, that it can be just as lonely as having superficial friendships or relationships where you don't really like each other, but you're just staying together for comfortability or for fear of change. I just so happen to not spend my time trying to nurture something that I know will never truly grow."

Regulus hummed at this, his eyes wandering back to the stars. He then closed his eyes, and you admired the way the silver light of the moon seemed to make his skin glow.

"Now that I'm thinking of it, I don't think I quite like my friends."

"You don't?"

He shook his head. "In fact, I don't believe I'd have any if keeping up appearances was not important. Every one of them either have an awful nature, or they lack any sort of intelligence."

"Why wouldn't you like them? They sound lovely."

Regulus smiled, and you couldn't help but mirror his expression. "Not nearly as lovely as you are."

Your smile faltered, but then grew as your eyes fixated themselves onto the floor. You wanted to tell him, that though the both of you didn't spend time together outside of the cover of darkness that you also thought that he was lovely, that you wanted to speak to him again the next night, and then the next, and then the next — that you looked forward to seeing him all day, that your heart skipped a beat whenever he sat nearer than usual, that whenever your skin so much as accidentally brushed against his, any doctor in their right mind would think that you belonged in a hospital by the way your heart was racing. That there was just something about him — something so very indescribable that drew you to him.

But you never were very good with words, so you hoped that your heated cheeks and the silence between the both of you spoke loudly enough on your behalf.

"I want you to come to the Yule Ball with me."

At the sudden words, your head shot up to find Regulus staring at you, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I... what...?"

"My friends are bringing dates to the ball, as everyone seems to be doing, and... I don't believe I'd truly want to go with anyone but you."

You opened your mouth to reply, but felt utterly unable to truly respond the way you wanted to. You so desperately wanted to reply with an exuberant 'yes', but so startled by the statement, you were having trouble expressing this. He wanted to take you to the ball. You hadn't even anticipated going, suspecting that, if you did, it would be alone, or with some friends who already had dates — and you knew better than to third wheel at events such as those.

"I don't want you to feel compelled," Regulus muttered after a moment. "It's merely a proposition. If you don't want to — "

"I do," you then blurted. "I... I would love that — to go with you. To the ball."

Your heart fluttered as a radiant smile curved Regulus's lips, and already you knew it was worth it. If all did not go well — if the ball was not all that you would expect it to be, just his smile made it worth it.

"Brilliant. Well, I'll... I suppose we'll have time to discuss everything else later."

You smiled, breathing a laugh. "Lots, I'd imagine."

You hadn't even realized how very close Regulus sat until you stared at him with a certain twinkle in your eyes, one of amazement and admiration — one that could perhaps turn into something even more.

And then, maybe without realizing it, Regulus leaned forward, you following his actions until your lips met in the softest of kisses.

And, Merlin, was it one of the most tender things you'd ever experienced.

Regulus was gentle, his touch on you electric, and you grinned against his lips as his hand just barely grazed the skin of your cheek, before resting there to support your face.

You, too, were shy at first, but your fingers managed to tangle themselves in his dark curls, something you'd wanted to do for much too long.

You had no idea how long he had been kissing you by the time he finally stopped — hours, minutes, seconds — they were all meaningless in those few, blissful moments. So, before you could think of anything else, you spoke.

"Kiss me again."

And he did.

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william afton x afab reader x henry emily 

A/n: I have no idea what this is. Pure horny weirdness ig, just uh... enjoy?

Warnings: swearing, smut, voyeurism and inappropriate relationships

It was that time of day where Henry found no choice but to go and interact with his co-worker, he had a plastic wallet thick with documents that he’d wanted to see, something about monitoring stock after a big party. To be honest, Henry didn’t really see the point, the accountant could do it when they come in on Fridays, but hell, keep the peace. He took himself across the building and down the maintenance corridor which housed William at the end of it. But the second he stepped in and the staff-only door closed behind him, he was greeted with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and he stood for a moment in sheer disbelief. 

He finally moved closer to William’s office, the sounds more apparent and lewder, the desperate moaning from you coupled with the wet sounds of William using your cunt. Then it struck him who you are. You, the relatively new day security guard. He liked you because you’re sweet and very capable, and yes, gorgeous; and at hearing your intimate noises and sighs he found himself rock hard under his trousers. His eyes widened in panic, he couldn’t see why he didn’t just walk away and come back later but God, he was throbbing, the image of your pretty body underneath him was too fucking good.

Hating himself the moment he thinks of it, Henry peeks his head around the corner to see Will’s back, mercifully still dressed, and your legs wrapped around his waist. He can’t take his eyes off the spectacle, your scratches on his shoulders and knee hooking him in, he’s suddenly overcome with a wave of pungent jealousy. He tears himself away and collapses against the wall outside the office, just obscured by the door frame, his cock prominent and visibly erect through the fabric. And he falls victim to your mewls and begins stroking himself, hopeful that the ruffling of his clothes as he freed himself wouldn’t give him away. 

It felt gross, but only for a few seconds as he lost himself in the idea of fucking you himself and feeling of his cock in his hand. He matches his pace to your moans, trying to block out the sounds of his co-worker, and only half succeeding. Thrusting his dick into his hand with the picture of the two of you at the forefront of his mind, trying to keep himself quiet. 

“Fuck, Will.” you half-squeal half-laugh as he pushes your back flat against the desk you’re being pounded on, pulling on his arms to get him closer to you. “God, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. Please...” His cock fit so well inside you, stretching you open and repeatedly hitting that spot inside you that made you crumble.

You do, clamping down around him in the most perfectly tight way. “You dirty fucking girl. You gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours? Huh?” The rasp in his voice makes you shiver.

“Noooo,” you whine, not letting him pull out of you. “Inside, Will. I want it inside.” you squeal again as he ruts into you harder, his pace staggering as he gets closer.

Your words were now etched into Henry's mind, you asked for him inside, hell, near begged for it. You still were, though it became more and more incoherent. He couldn’t believe how filthy that was, how that came from you and not some video on his phone. At your moaning he came, not having thought it through at all, releasing his load on the tilled floor, having to bite his arm to stop any sounds escaping. 

When he gained enough sense about him to fix himself, Henry put himself away and dabbed at some sweat coating his brow, still swimming in the high. He ignored the urge to flee back to his own office, instead listening to hear the aftermath of your activity. 

“You are absolute filth, my dear. Really going to finish your shift like that?” You grin, letting his cum seep out of you, still sat with your legs spread on his desk. Henry could only dream of the sight.

“Why, is it distracting?” From out the door Henry can hear William chuckling, followed by the sound of you hopping off the desk. Your boss watches you shimmy your knickers back up your legs, only half catching his release and your slick, then your skirt which you smooth down even though it did nothing to make you look more presentable. 

You go to move past your boss, your make up smudged. “Get yourself here after hours.” He speaks into your ear, as you walk out the door, slapping your arse when you pass him, a smirk on his face. 

As you opened the door, Henry did his best to make it look like he’d just arrived, in the traditional sense and not the way he had, giving you a polite smile without meeting your eyes. 

“Oh hey, Mr Emily.” you say, taking a moment to look at him, “You alright?”

His breath hitched at your question, but you didn’t quite realise why. You must be too fucked out. “Yes, uh fine.” He manages, internally willing you to just walk away. You do, smiling at him in your usual friendly way like he didn’t just hear you ask your boss to fill you up.

“Henry...” Will emerged himself, his tie undone. He raises his hands, presenting his palms, speaking jokingly, “I can explain.”

He sighs, “Yeah, I’ll bet.” His sarcastic tone and the look on his face told William more that he would have liked. 

His head fell back in laughter, “You heard then?” When Henry’s face didn’t change, he just laughed again taking a minute to curb it before finally asking, “What are you here for, Henry?” though the grin remained. 

“I have the inventory documents you wanted, after the big party.” He says dryly, eager to end this conversation and avoid more gloating, because his jealousy was evident, as was the proof of his activity still on the floor. 

Henry is faced with a look of boredom from Will that pretty much mirrored his own expression. “Just leave it on my d- actually, not the desk. The uh filling cabinet, leave it there. I need a piss and a smoke.” He moved past Henry, adjusting his tie as he walked away. 

About half a pace from where he left his co-worker stood, he slips, his heel catching the mess Henry had left on the floor. It was only brief, but enough to make him look down at the stickiness on his shoe in disgust, though fortunately to Henry he didn’t catch on. 

“And get a fucking cleaner in here, shit.”

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are you gonna draw more of rajani? Cuz i love reading about peoples spore lore/chaaracters!!

Hi!! Thanks for the ask right away

I can't promise regular Rajaniposting because what fanworks I do heavily depends on what I'm fixated on a the moment/if I'm working on my own oc projects bwahaha

BUT I do doodle them sometimes still!

Their lore isn't too complex btw, its mostly based on what I experienced with them gameplaywise, adding on some story elements in my head for fun.

Rajani is a zealot empire leader that started out as a relatively normal space explorer (as much as a zealot can be normal ig) until they learned about the existence of the Grox. In a. Rather very rough way (Yknow that one galactic adventure "Infestation"? Well he had to get that cyborg eye somewhere)

And he went downhill from there basically! :-D *tada* Huge ego and god complex issues are not a good mix with being hellbent on a mission of destroying the half-machine pests from the galaxy's center, so

Instead of being a normal, peaceful, civilized being, Rajani cooked up a plan to fight his way to the core, expand his empire even at the cost of other ones, ally the Grox to get easy enlightment at the core for himself... And backstab them a second later and go on to destroy all of them! :-D

He's a terrible person that thinks he's some sort of wrongfully hated saviour of galaxy that needed all that power to stand up to the collective enemy, not really caring that well, he is just taking the place of the Grox he swore to destroy. I hate their guts a lot </3

Also, Scrolls of Faith from the game mention that one silly figure of "The God That Will Come"?

(screenshot from the spore wiki)

Well I like to think that this is what Rajani basically becomes (not the literal god that the other archetypes mention, but could see himself from that lense of his religion's interpretation), someone who warped his faith so bad while gaining so much recognizability that he's left as just such a bad parody of what he was supposed to stand for and his beloved Spode

if he realizes that then he deserves all the mental damage of not being able to turn back x10 I think

[olive-garden-hoe]

PEOPLE WANT THE NUMBER LORE (1 greatly appreciated moot allowing me to yap, @alphabootayyyshaker9000) SO I SHALL DROP IT:

*note I made this up when I was like 8 with little to no change in the way I have thought about it since*

1: just a guy tm, he/him

- the most chill guy you’ll ever meet

- stays out of people’s business and amplifies the characteristics of those he’s with by staying quiet most of the time (identity rule)

- not held in super high regard by the others and he’s fine with that

- can be pushed over the edge (imaginary numbers)

2: anxious eldest daughter of divorced parents, she/her

- wants everyone to get along

- WILL sacrifice anything and everything to keep the peace (this is important)

- constantly a nervous wr ça vut hides it with even stability

3: wacky uncle tm, always thought she/her but I’ve caught myself using they/them so she/they ig

- eldest sibling who WILL pull pranks on you but knows when to stop

- likes having fun and enjoys a bit of chaos

- very chill, most like her or have no opinion (besides 8)

4: condescendingly nice guy (he/him)

- four begins to show signs of the higher number supremacy I made up (bro as I’m typing this I’m realizing how batshit insane this is)

- wants to be kind but is just nice

- passive aggressive and talks shit about everyone behind their backs

- associated with autumn brown… for some reason?

- wants to be just like 8

5: sans archetype pre-sans (he/him)

- a chill guy with quietly powerful abilities

- looked down upon by most (except 1 and 3) but doesn’t care

- breaks the universe on a whim (all multiples end with 5 or 0)

6: girlboss arc (she/her)

- BIG inferiority complex at first

- has a FAT crush on 7 and everything she does is for him

- big arc comes after 6x7

-begins to love herself and self-worth explodes

- not rebellious after 6x7 but not as much of a simp

7: the bastard (he/him)

- a magic-wielding trickster (Loki-adjacent ig but I didn’t know about that when I made this up)

- plays tricks to the detriment of others and is full of himself

- puts down anyone for his own gain

- loves chaos

- has a slight crush on 8

8: pretentious girl next door (she/her)

- convinced she’s better than all numbers below her

- talented sorceress, but not as much as those above her or 5

- admires 9 as a mentor and does everything to get his attention (she fails)

- constantly trying to improve herself

- highly intelligent

9: emo wizard (he/him)

- he doesn’t care for any numbers beneath him, including 8

- dislikes most everything and everyone

-fully thrown himself into magical studies and is now a prodigy, close to but not exactly on-level of the double-digits

10: The master (they/him)

- almost god-like from the magical power he has attained at this point

- benevolent by convenience

- not fond of any other numbers, not pretentious just highly introspective and antisocial

- teaches some tricks to those below them

- I imagined he was so busy with his studies he rarely interacted with any other number (that’s why his multiples are so simple)

11: wacky uncle (he/him)

- THE guy

- 3 but like Hawaiian shirt on the beach with flip flops kinda way

- always though of him as adjacent to Doc Brown from BTTF but with more zany sound effects

- 10,11, and 12 are equally powerful but 11 uses his to just make sandwiches and shit

12: the reluctant mom (she/her)

- caring but won’t admit it

- usually the one to teach lower numbers magic

- ends up helping the numbers more than one may think

- pretentious as a coping mechanism

OKAY OKAY OKAY LET ME EXPLAIN WITH THE MULTIPLES:

- products of these characters are basically the embodiment of their relationship in numeric form, but are also physical and comparable kinda? It’s hard to explain, but I think it makes sense???

- since I didn’t need pneumonic devices to remember things like 3x3 and 4x3, multiples of numbers that are characters aren’t counted

- generally, even numbers are considered ‘stable’ (as in, representative of a relatively healthy/normal relationship) and odd numbers are ‘unstable’ (meaning generally chaotic but with various embodiments)

- multiples of 2, since she’s so accommodating, are considered the ‘ideal relationship’ or ‘best form’ of the number she’s multiplying by

- numbers within the multiple are similar but not necessarily the characters talked about prior

I won’t go through all the products but here are some keystone ones I use:

3x7=21: two relatively chaotic numbers that like playing jokes create a number beginning with an even number and ending with an odd number because it’s unexpected and funny and shows their chaotic but not unsustainable relationship. 7 grows bored easily, however, and even 3 is to stable for him…

4x4=16: since 16 is the product of 2 and 8, considered to be the perfection of 8 and 4 wants to be like 8, his interaction with himself leads to a product that embodies his unhealthy idolization of 8 and his grandiose ideals of himself (thinking he himself is 16, not just 8, which is his perfect form)

6 arc:

6x9= 54: 6 tries to get along with bigger numbers in an attempt to impress 7 regardless of how 9 is not interested in getting to know her. 9 contribute the first digit of 5 as an odd number like him, conveying his vanity, and 6’s need to be liked by 7 is embodied by 4, the last digit of 7’s perfect form of 14

6x8=48: 6 befriends 8 in an attempt to get to 7 who’s been ghosting her, and 8 (despite herself) forms a relatively close bond with her and advises 6 to seek joy from herself before seeking joy from 7, which 6 says she takes to heart but doesn’t really, a fact 8 doesn’t notice because she’s too wrapped up in congratulating herself on how good of a number she’s being. The last digit represents 8’s vanity permeating her and 6’s relationship while the beginning digit represents 6’s persistent thoughts of getting close to 7, now becoming more focal in her mind as it takes the first number here as opposed to taking the second number with 9.

6x7=42: finally 6 gets 7’s attention and they date, which is apparently stable, which makes 7 uncomfortable and causes him to distance himself from 6. The beginning digit represents the persistent idolization of 7 by 6 as previously discussed, and the final digit is even as well to represent how ‘stable’ the relationship is by 6’s own design. 7 hates this stability, though, used to chaos and being frankly cruel, leading to…

6x6=36: after 6 realizes how toxic 7 is and that he doesn’t really want her like she wants him, she finally steps back and breaks up with him. She goes on a journey of repairing her relationship with herself, culminating in a happy identity number with the first being a factor of herself and the second being herself. This shows her growth as a person to finding value within herself instead of in the arms of another.

I probably sound insane and this definitely doesn’t make sense but it’s how I learned my multiplication tables lmao

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UNFINISHED GYUTARO X READERS pt1

This is the first of a bunch of unfinished gyutaro x readers I have rotting in my Google docs. I’ll post them all in rapid succession so enjoy ig

Summer camp

This one WASSS gonna be a series. I wrote this in 2023 when I was working as a camp counselor at a farm hehe. A rooster who passed away will be mentioned in it, rest in peace Fred u were the goat 🔥🔥 concept was Gyutaro befriends the reader who works as a camp counselor to watch Ume. This one isn’t spell checked and like I said is from 2023 so bear with me. Cute concept tho

Workcount; 2806

Warnings; none

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It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, birds singing. Hell, there was barely even a cloud in sight! And Gyutaro hated it.

Having to live side by side with humans who had done nothing but treat him and his little sister like dirt his whole life infuriated him. The prejudice demons had to face was already enough, but with how he looked? Oh boy, the harassment was unbearable. Not to mention he was under watch due to having so many cases of attacking a human. In a few he had almost eaten some. Thank god he didn’t though. A demon eating a human in this day and age would result in the death penalty. And if he died, nobody would take care of his little sister Ume.

Things had gotten hard over the summer once Ume was out of school and needed to be watched more. Especially with Gyutaro having his dirty work as a debt collector, he would usually have to leave Ume alone during the day. He hated it, and so did she.

After a long few weeks of contemplating, he had finally decided to try and send her to a summer camp that was inclusive for demons. Though there was both an upside and a downside.

You see, with how pretty Ume was and how human-like she appeared it was no struggle to get her into a school or a summer camp. Even places that had more strict anti-demon policies were usually accepting of Ume due to her beauty and more human characteristics. it was such a relief she had such comfort! Unfortunately, there was one thing holding her back, and it was him.

With how violent Gyutaro was known to be and due to his line of work, everyone in the general area of this godforsaken town knew who he was. And even if they didn’t, they would be turned away or scared off by his hideous appearance.

This made it especially hard for him to find Ume a summer camp in order for her to be cared for and watched over while he was busy.

With how horrible this town was to anyone even slightly out of the norm, it was no wonder being a demon, let alone an ugly one, would be so so hard. But rent was cheap and Ume was happy. So what else mattered?

After weeks and weeks of applying and being rejected, Gyutaro was finally able to find a nice summer camp for Ume. A small summer camp on a farm not to far from their current home. It really wasn’t what Gyutaro wanted to resort to. He knew Ume wasn’t big on getting dirty, and he himself didn’t really want her outside so much around some random hillbilly’s. But it was the last choice they had that was relatively close. So reluctantly, Gyutaro signed up Ume for her first week of farm camp.

“Oniii-Chaaann!! I don’t wanna go! I wanna go work with you! Please don’t make me go brother please!” Ume cried, tears streaming down her face as they parked outside the gates of the farm on his motorcycle. Gyutaro couldn’t help but feel bad. He didn’t want to leave Ume alone with a bunch of random humans either. But in order for her to be the safest and happiest he had to do so. Even if it meant her being away from him for longer. Even if Ume was not happy about it.

“Gosh.. Ume, c’mon.. you know this is the best we got. You don’t even have to talk to anyone.. I know you’re strong so let’s see it.. you’ve got this..” Gyutaro comforted his little sister as they stood outside the gates of the farm, gently wiping her tears away with his bony fingers. Ume sniffled, taking a few more minutes before she stopped crying. She eventually gave her big brother a nod, grabbing onto his large rough hand with her small delicate one and began walking into the farm. They reached the little front tent next to a small building that seemed to be hand built. The ground was covered in morning dew, and there was already so much life. There were not many kids there, but the ones that were, were already running around screaming. Though to Gyutaros surprise, two of the five kids were demons. He hadn’t expected to even see a singular demon here despite them presenting as demon friendly. But that still didn’t mean everything was in the clear. Whoever was running this clearly hadn’t met him yet.

To try and calm Ume down, Gyutaro had said he would take a little walk with her. “Oni-Chan, I’m scared..” Ume whined at as she clung onto the sleeve of Gyutaros hoodie. Gyutaro had found a small little picnic table and sat down at it with Ume. “I know Ume, but it’s alright, if anything happens you can always-“ “get off of the table NOW!” Gyutaro was rudely interrupted by a voice behind him. He felt rage boil up inside of him at the voice. How dare some measly human talk to him like that..?

Gyutaro quickly turned himself around, taking in a breath as he prepared to shout at some random human. But what he was met with was way less drastic than he had expected. “Fred, I already promised that if you’re good you can have some of my lunch, but leave hers alone!”

Standing on the other side of the picnic table was a very small petite woman who was currently yelling and scolding at a large brown rooster that was trying to peck at Umes lunch. The woman quickly grabbed onto the rooster despite the bird struggling. This thing really wanted Umes lunch. Impressively, the woman was able to calm the bird down quickly, now having it cradled in her arms. Gyutaro was stunned. He wasn’t the one being yelled at? It was a chicken? The situation was rather comical..

Gyutaros confusion was cut off by a high pitched scream. Ume instantly clung onto Gyutaro as she pointed a finger out at the large chicken the small woman was holding. “Oni-Chaaann!! It wants to GET ME!!” Ume cried out as she held onto her brother for dear life, seemingly terrified of the chicken. The small woman quickly turned her attention from the rooster she cradled in her arms to Ume and Gyutaro. She set down the bird on the ground, trying to shoo it off before giving her full undivided attention to the siblings.

“I am SO, sorry, Chickens love meat and they have a really good sense of smell so he was after whatever you have in your lunch.” The woman quickly explained, walking around the table to come and stand right in-front of the duo. She crouch’s down in-front of Ume and looks at her, seeing her cowering against Gyutaro. “Hey honey.. What's your name?” She gently asks Ume as she looks back at her with a smile even though Ume refuses to move her face out of her brothers chest. Ume was upset enough, but Gyutaro felt himself becoming agitated.. he hated humans. It instilled some sort of primal rage in him to be around them at all, and seeing this small woman so close to him, trying to talk to his little sister… It made him so angry. Not to mention how beautiful she was. Her wonderful hair, her perfect skin.. the way her eyes almost shined. She was BEAUTIFUL. She was everything Gyutaro was not and it made him so envious. If his arms weren’t being held onto by Ume, he would have been scratching at himself. Luckily, he was able to snap out of that line of thinking once he remembered he had signed Ume up to be watched by what was most likely this woman. “That monster wants to get me!” Ume cried out into Guytaros' chest. The woman seems to chuckle in response to Ume's concern which causes Gyutaro to get a bit annoyed. “Oh honey, Fred doesn’t want to get you. He’s not a monster either. He’s just a chicken. It’s a type of bird! He just wanted the food in your lunch.” She attempted to gently explain to Ume why the rooster who seemed to be deemed ‘Fred’ was pecking at her stuff. For a moment, Gyutaro was worried he was just going to have to leave and head home with Ume. “A— Are you sure..?” Gyutaro hears Ume gently speak out as she turns her head away from Gyutaros chest, now looking at the woman with a fearful expression. “I promise.” The woman said confidently, holding out a hand and extending her pinky finger towards Ume. “Pinky promise?” With a tilt of her head, the woman offers to make a pinky promise with Ume that the bird is not going to eat her. Gyutaro is disgusted by the thought of a human touching his beautiful perfect sister. But he couldn’t do anything as Ume wiped her tears away and held out her hand to lock pinkies with the woman. “There we go, see? It’s all safe! If something could be dangerous we will always make sure you know beforehand, alright hun?” If something COULD be dangerous..? Gyutaro couldn’t shake the thought of his little sister getting hurt. Even if she was a demon, even if she could heal so quickly he hated the thought. It was enough to make him feel angry once more. “O-Okay..” Ume gives the woman a small nod, though she stays clinging onto Gyutaro. The woman seems to quickly take notice of Ume's attachment to Gyutaro and before he knows it, she’s looking right at him. God how he hated being looked at. He already felt rage boiling up inside of him as he mentally prepared himself to hear those familiar words. ‘Disgusting’ ‘diseased’ ‘hideous’ ‘monster’. They were words he had heard all too many times before.

“Separation anxiety?”

The woman gently asked with a tilt of her head, looking up at him with a small sweet smile. What..? Separation anxiety?? That was all she said to him? Was she really just focused on Ume and her worries..? Wasn’t she going to comment about how ugly and disgusting he was? Shun him? Cower as she recognized him from the rumors around this god awful town about his violent nature..? She was just going to ask about Ume? But that—

“hello? Are you there sir?”

She gently spoke up again, trying to get his attention. ‘Sir’ ? Did she really just call him sir? Address him formally..?

“O-Oh! Yes, Ume is very nervous without me..”

he quickly snapped out of his own thoughts and responded to the strangely polite woman.

“Ah, that makes sense.”

The woman turned her attention back to Ume, looking back at her with that same sweet smile. Had she really just talked to him without fear? Anger? Disgust? Was that even possible..?

“Hey, you nervous?” The woman spoke out as she looked back at Ume, who still clung onto Gyutaros hoodie. The girl sniffled a bit, tears still falling down her face as she gave the woman a small nod.

“Hey, that’s A-okay! A lot of people and demons get nervous when they are away from family. I used to be just the same way. How about we do some breathing and I give you a little tour?”

She quickly reassured Ume that how she was feeling was normal and how others also felt how she did. She was so soft spoken and kind. Almost everyone in this town had been so cruel to Gyutaro and Ume just because they were demons! But this woman was so kind.. and come to think of it, none of the other human kids here seemed to horrible either. As Gyutaro looked around he was able to notice both the demon and human children already playing together. They must had come to previous weeks of camp and already formed bonds. As much as he hated the thought of Ume around almost anyone, part of Gyutaro wished he could see her be as happy as those kids playing together. “B-But what if something bad happens and I need my brother! How will he know??”

Ume quickly responded in a concerned tone, tears still falling down her face. Despite how bratty she could be sometimes, deep down she really was just a huge sweetheart.

“Well, first of all we can do all we can to help you out and help you calm down. But if it does come to that, I’m sure I could contact him!”

She quickly responded, causing Gyutaros attention to turn to the woman. He knew he had Emailed her in order to get Ume signed up to camp, but he had assumed she wouldn’t even want Ume to come back once she saw him.. but she wanted to have direct contact with him? Gyutaro felt disgusted by the idea of this pathetic weak human being anywhere near him..

“onii-chan! You have to exchange numbers with this lady so if I need you, you can get me!”

Ume whined, tugging on Gyutaros sleeve gently. Gyutaro frankly hated the idea. It made him feel gross and angry. But as he looked down at Ume to see her tear filled puppy dog eyes, he knew he had to do it. But it was not because he wanted to. If he had any say in this he would have already left. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Ume, And he loved her with all of his heart, so he was determined to making sure she could go to this stupid summer camp, even if it meant having to occasionally be around some disgusting human. “Oh please sweetie, there’s no need to call me ‘lady.’ Please, just call me (Y/N)!” You sweetly responded, wanting to make sure that this little girl felt comfortable on all levels. In all honesty, you thought Ume was adorable and you just wanted to make sure she had a wonderful first day at summer camp! Without warning, Ume dug into Gyutaros pocket and took out his phone.

“Here Miss (Y/N)! You can type in number right now-“

Gyutaro quickly used his free hand to grab the phone away from Ume, looking down at her with a disapproving glare. “Ume, you can’t just grab my stuff..” Gyutaro said with a small sigh as he looked back at his sister.

“Onii-chann!! You need to do this!”

Ume whined in protest, once again tugging on her big brother’s sleeve. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the siblings dynamic. The two were actually quite adorable in their own little unique way.

“Please, don’t worry about it, Ume! Exchanging numbers can be a personal thing for some. If your big brother isn’t comfortable with it, I can always reach him via-email.”

You gently tried to reassure Ume as the child whined and begged for her big brother to share his phone number with her. After a few more moments of her incessant whining, Gyutaro let out a groan and once again pulled his phone out, handing it to you reluctantly.

“You are so lucky I love you..”

he grumbled out to Ume after handing his phone to you. A huge smile grew on Ume's face as she engulfed her big brother in a huge hug, pulling him close and squeezing him.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you! I love you onii-chan!”

Ume exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down a bit. She seemed really comforted by the thought of being able to contact her brother. You quickly dialed in your digits and handed Gyutaro his phone back. “If you have any concerns or questions feel free to message!”

You told him, flashing him a smile before turning your attention right back onto Ume. Though Gyutaros attention never left you.

He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you were being polite to him. You hadn’t shunned him for his looks or his status once, you haven’t even given him a dirty look! Hell, you didn’t even give him a slightly weird look, just smiles and sunshine! At the least he expected some slack for being a demon but no, none at all. He didn’t know what it was, but when you handed him his phone back and your hand gently brushed up against his, he had a weird feeling in his stomach. It quickly went away but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. What the hell was that??

“Alright, there we go. Now come on Ume, I’ll show you around, and then after that we can get you some sunscreen. Don’t worry; I have a special kind for demons like yourself. Gotta make sure your beautiful skin stays healthy Huh?”

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So eermmm I did rlly like this concept but I don’t believe I’ll continue the story or re-do it.

Rest well king 🔥🔥 posting this as tribute 2 Fred

[autisticthings]

Autism: The Grieving Experience

TW//talks about death

I've been very lucky with the limited amount of people that have died in my life so far. Extremely lucky. During my life time, three of my great-grandparents have died and one grandparent. Plus a relative that stayed with us for a bit.

Plus 3 dogs and a guinea pig.

All of these deaths had one thing in common. I didn't really.. feel anything.

In the show "The Good Doctor" one of the last episodes briefly mentioned that autistic people experience grief a different way. and that it hits us a bit later than it hits allistics. I started thinking about it, and eventually forgot about it.

In late May this year, my great-grandma died. I had done very low quality research about autistic people and grief. Finding this article by Karla Fisher.

Fisher talks about how she was mostly uncomfortable during a very emotional time for her family. After things had settled down, she took a couple weeks to process the death of her dad and decided she was good to go back to work. Only to find out that her feelings felt manageable but she couldn't function.

In the article, she explains that her sensory input was failing, because her brain was too absorbed in processing her feelings. She has a video on a meltdown model, explaining it even further.

I recommend actually reading the article, but that's the gist of what I got on how we process grief.

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My Personal Experience In Grief

I have never cried about the death of a loved one, including pets. Ever. Honestly, the thing that hurts me most is the fact that I can't really feel anything about death. I always have family members crying, asking if I'm okay, always someone who is a mess. It makes me very uncomfortable.

I don't really feel anything, or at least I don't notice, but I have noticed that after a month, I start to slow down. It doesn't last long, ever, probably because it's never been someone actually close to me (other than pets). But. I still don't know if it's cause I'm sad about the death itself or the fact that I feel like a monster for not feeling anything.

I really do feel like I'm broken for not really caring about the deaths of those around me. It's just a part of life, if anything it has me just thinking what it will feel like. curious for when it eventually happens to me. will it be painful? will it be peaceful? is there an afterlife, or is that just man's fear of death talking? I figure, I can't really do anything about the death, it happened, why dwell on the past? why dwell on my last breaths when I have so many in between my current one and my last one.

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Just some food for thought ig. This was more like a rant, hope it helps you feel less like a monster if you don't experience grief like allistics, too.

[llycaons]

reread ch35 - 38: dad at the hospital🥺and then...high school 🙄

LEAH AND BARBARA 🥺🥺🥺 they care about each other so deeply...barbara would have died in agony with her mouth shut to guarantee leah's success, and leah gave up her revenge to save barbara's life. ough....maybe barbara's emotional cool-headedness and mental stability will mean she'll forever be support for the more colorful characters but I hope we at least get a backstory! her power is too unique! and if she ever snaps and shows uncontrollable anger or hatred or grief...that would really be something

earlier I said I didn't think dante and leah had much a relationship, but like...he was there. he saved her originally. this has got to be a big moment for him too, seeing the end of the is story on her behalf, seeing rosa finally avenged, seeing her alive and finding a measure of peace. leah, priest, and barbara are a big part of why he's still with the church

I jokingly call him dad up top bc he's the most affectionate and protective adult figure priest has, but the idea of a father is a pretty loaded one in the church innit

HE'S HAPPY TO SEE PRIEST SMILING...HAVING A FRIEND....

THIS EXCHANGE IS SO FUNNY I LOVE IT. they're all so cute....

leah and priest having very similar designs when not in their church uniforms really struck me in this chapter. she couldn't have had dark hair? just to make it easier?

ohh verge betrayed beelzebub because he wanted to keep his FINGER for himself for the ritual. RIGHT. this pepe silvia pinboard is so funny

choosing to believe that cerberus gave dante his scar because that would make this much funnier

he's a fanboy so he thinks of it as a hater's club 🙄

what the fuck were they supposed to do? I don't see YOU on the frontlines CARDINAL

probably one of the reasons this fight took so long. it's because of imuri bringing him into his humanity, I imagine

new mystery - what scenario does satan have in mind, and why does beelzebub hate it so much?

also...they look so silly in their chibi forms 😔

IMURI 🥺 she and satan are rather casual with each other - she's not afraid to talk back to him or ask for things, and he's teasingly fond. he hand-picked her for this mission....their relationship is pretty interesting, she's like a niece to him or something...I wonder what it'll look like when priest finally confronts satan.

the beelzebub fight - not even the whole arc - was like 13 chapters. the first heavy hitter...up next looks like we have the aria arc, another massive blow for priest to bear.

mammon is such a joke compared to those two....and then...and then it's bel! there seems to be a big gap in between them, what am I forgetting? but that's everyone...

thanks for restating the premise of the manga, satan

were they told to restate very core and basic premises after that big battle bc like....we know

when priest says he thinks she's cute and she goes off and blushes...she's not used to guys being so honest and forthright huh.

not used to going out....having fun....🥺 he's three apples tall

imuri also immediately gained international fame through her art, so I imagine demons can just come to earth and leverage their powers for immediate fame and fortune

this relatively long convo between leah and barbara about ethics, fiction vs. reality, and a person's true nature. barbara seems like a levelheaded and measured person in judging right and wrong - she seems more inclined to mercy than vengeance. whatever hurt she experienced in her youth seemed to just make her as thoughtful and compassionate a soldier as the church could produce, tho ig we haven't seen her confront true moral qualms yet and she HAS aligned herself with the church pretty solidly. the last line made me laugh. she is so funny

aria (asmodeus) as a sex-positive symbol in the form of a high school girl....hmm

THAT'S BEL'S REALM....that wasn't priest, but that was definitely bel's realm that this person was sent to

ch37

what an immediately visually arresting shorthand for his csa trauma

also - it's not really talked about, but his eye is a prosthetic. his depth perception must be impacted, and he took out his prosthetic to read and replaced it in ch2, but it hasn't been seen out since

in hindsight a bit obvious

but GOD bel 🙄 has he really been watching priest's entire life through his eyes this whole time. kind of creepy man

he is literally so cute

wow. thrilled.

I couldn't fit it in, but priest talks to the other students here fluently,a nd I doubt they're speaking english. I like that priest's (and mikhail's?) apparent fluency in japanese is just kind of taken for granted. yes he's italian and they just came to japan because of imuri but he can go to school there and blend in fine dw about it :)

dante and priest obviously speak italian together (tho dante mentioned 'coming to this country' so he probably got a multilingual education for his work abroad, definitely english and maybe german and french). leah might have learned italian if she joined the church as a young child and was raised by them, and it's easy to assume barbara has a similar education or background. verge, like dante, is also italian, and probably knows french too if that's where he's working

just living in japan isn't really an issue if they know english, which I'm sure they do, it's...going to school lol

HE'S SO SCARED OF HURTING THEM...🥺

this arc really reminds me of mob...two extremely repressed, inconceivably powerful teenagers with crushes on girls, and masters who are a little bit pathetic/can't teach them anything for their powers but gave them sound life advice when they needed it. neither of them are very social but I like to think they'd be friends

THIS BITCH...SHE SET THIS UP

I kind of assumed that imuri didn't know about the assault in 2018 and that's why she agreed to this but here she says asmodeus hurt him...how much does she know?

OF COURSE HE'S FROM CALIFORNIA...

[mad-rdr]

August Reads

6 books this month!

The Kingdom of Copper by S. A. Chakraborty (★ ★ ★ ★/5): If I could summarize this book in one sentence it would be: a war where neither side is right and everyone dies. If you can’t tell, this book was INSANE. There was so much happening the entire time and everytime I thought my opinions on a character were certain, they did something that completely changed my mind again. There were so many loyalty changes and assassination attempts and self-righteous speeches. My only complaint is that I feel because there are so many characters to keep track of and develop, there’s not really any huge character arcs that should have happened.

The Duchess War by Courtney Milan (★ ★ ★/5): cute and basic regency-era romance. Gotta love a revolutionary duke who realizes he's unmatched when it comes to the woman he loves

Leather & Lark by Brynne Weaver (★ ★ ★/5): Butcher & Blackbird works because it's one of a kind and this sequel is obviously trying to capitalize on that success. Not to say this book wasn't enjoyable, it just wasn't as fun as the first one. The whole fake marriage thing barely makes sense, I really don't get why Lark would bother to try and save Lochlan's life. But anyways, cheers to enemies to lovers ig

Icebreaker by Hannah Grace (★ ★/5): While not a good book (which I knew going in), I was finding it relatively entertaining until the last 20% of the book. Anastasia is honestly so annoying and Nathan gets gross and controlling towards the end. The conflict with Aaron was incredibly drawn out and super repetitive and don’t even get me started on her being pregnant in the epilogue. Anyways- it was fun till it kinda wasn’t but eh, I wasn’t expecting quality.

Raven Rock by Nichole Louise (★ ★ ★ ★/5): A historical fiction book placed right in the heart of the American Revolution, it explains the origins of the legend of the Headless Horseman. And let me just say, wow. It started off a little slow, but by halfway through I was fully engaged in the story. Wolfram was such a compelling character, with his internal conflict regarding his uncle, a man who had been like a father to him, and his ruthlessness during the war. He defies him and ends up saving a child from a burning building, becoming a traitor in the process. His time in Sleepy Hollow with Hulda (resident healer that is seen as a witch and therefore outcasted) was so fun to read about and makes the tragedy of it all that more devastating. I am glad that Wolfram got his revenge against his uncle for not only killing his father but also killing him. I like to think Hulda and Wolfram are haunting Raven Rock together and have found each other in their afterlives. This truly was such a great read and I’m glad I pick led it up. Shoutout to Herkules, the best horse companion a man could have.

The Empire of Gold by S. A. Chakraborty (★ ★ ★ ★ ★/5): I take back everything I said in the last book about there being too many characters to give them proper arcs. This series finale proved me wrong and I am so, so glad. This series has only gotten better with each book and this was definitely the best one. Nahri and Ali cross the world, find allies in ancient beings, come into new powers, discover family secrets, overthrow a mass murderer, and are rebuilding Daevabad from the ground up. They are such a fun pair and I’m truly glad they’ve found their way back to each other. For Dara, I just feel an immense sadness for him. His story is a tragedy and so nuanced and complex- the author did a really good job of handling it and giving him a fitting ending. There’s so much more I could talk about but just know that this was such a good ending and, in one way or another, everyone is working towards their own peace.

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Ryan Church depicting IG-11 requesting that the ex-Stormtroopers return the child to its care. The troopers are aiming their weapons at the droid while they stand by their speeder bikes. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 8, Redemption. Calendar by DateWorks.

Grogu could have told those Stormtroopers that they were making a mistake, when he heard them address IG-11. It should have been obvious to them that the IG unit was a dangerous, potentially lethal adversary. If they’d had any capacity to think independently they would have dropped Grogu on the ground, backed away carefully, with their hands up, and then agreed to anything the droid told them to do.  Alas, they did not. 

Grogu had trusted that Kuiil was too smart to completely wipe out all of the assassin droid’s basic functions. Who better than the Ugnaught to realize that the Galaxy was never going to be so safe that Grogu and the Mandalorian could just travel around without a care in the world. Kuiil had also been practical enough to realize that the chances that he’d be left alone by bounty hunters, ex-Imps, and other people willing to make to trouble was pretty close to zero. So IG-11 wasn't just a nurse. It was a bit more like a bodyguard who knew how to make afternoon tea for four.

Grogu was very glad that the Ugnaught had been so thoughtful and that the droid’s programming had been so thorough. Grogu hadn't been that enthused about the Mandalorian’s plan for dealing with the ex-Imps. He would have rather kept traveling through the galaxy. They could have gone to Chandrila or Corellia or even Hoth as an absolute last resort. Anyplace the New Republic was managing rather than hanging around on fringe worlds that housed pirates, scoundrels, and of course, Ex-Imps.

Grogu knew that the New Republic was having a hard time keeping the peace. They hadn’t even established enough of it for him to be remotely safe on Arvala-7, let alone to provide anything like safety on Nevarro. The planets of the Outer Rim had never been a priority for the Old Republic. They were too far away from population centers and useful resources. Which was the same set of reasons the Empire cited for mostly ignoring them. So it made a kind of sense that the New Republic wasn't able to keep an eye on them at all. 

Which meant that if he was going to be safe he had to be closer to the places that the New Republic had things firmly in hand. Chandrila had been at the top of his list of places that he could go and be relatively safe. They had been the hidden seat of the rebellion and was the home of the provisional government of the New Republic. The only down side of going to Chandrila was that it hosted the prison where ex-Imps were being held pending trial for their war crimes. 

Once he concluded that Chandrila was problematic, he had considered that perhaps they could go to Naboo. The Queen’s security forces had assisted him and Kelleran Beq in getting off of Coruscant. That meant that people there were sympathetic to his plight and the plight of all people being targeted by the Empire. Unfortunately, Naboo had also been the site of all sorts of Imperial actions and Grogu doubted that all of those ex-Imps were really gone. If ex-Imps could just show up on Nevarro, they could be anywhere.

That was when he considered going to Corellia. The advantage of Corellia was that it was the crossroads of everywhere. Wherever you wanted to go, you could get there from Corellia. And the New Republic couldn't fail to notice that the Imps had taken over the Corellian ship building businesses and would have had boots on the ground overseeing literally everything to prevent anyone from ordering a ship larger than a freighter or any ship with the ability to attack another ship. Certainly that was a high risk location, but Grogu would have been the least of anyone’s targets or worries. 

Then he remembered that the Mandalorian would still be with him and Mandalorians stood out like, well, Mandalorians. That shiny armor. That attachment to weapons. That attitude that they were happy to end whatever anyone else started. Uff. No way could Grogu take Corellia there. Which lead Grogu to the conclusion that they would have to go to Hoth. 

Hoth had been abandoned by the Old Republic, the Empire, the New Republic, and any person with a lick of sense. It was so cold there that ice cubes moved to Tatooine to warm up (Peli Motto had told him that joke). Hoth had wampas which was great from Grogu’s perspective. They were big, scary, and could be trained to act as sentries. The best thing was that the wampas couldn’t hurt the bounty hunter (beskar armor could stop their teeth and claws) and they wouldn't care that he was a Mandalorian. With a little forward planning they could have all the things they needed to be warm, stay hidden, and just enjoy things until Moff Gideon turned to dust.

But all of Grogu’s planning and thoughts and considerations meant nothing, because despite his experience, training, and ability to work with the Force, Din Djarin hadn’t asked his opinion and wouldn’t have understood it, Gal Basic not being Grogu’s language of choice.

So Grogu had been lucky that IG-11 had been able to save him. That the ex-Imps hadn’t understood who they were talking to. That Kuiil had planned for the worst events even as he hoped for the best. And that the Mandalorian had been able to learned from his mistakes…eventually. 

That must be why Jedi said ‘May the Force be with you’. Sometimes it was the only thing that could make a difference. 

[transthadymacdermot]

The tiniest Sarah sketch cos I'm working on her backstory... really the more I think about it the more I think that her childhood wasn't necessarily terribly exceptional -- her mother's family were more or less normal peasants in every way but her father and his brothers were very militantly anti-british and spent her childhood invariably waging war on the local landlord until they were all arrested and all transported + Sarah's eldest sister had to take over looking after the children as their mother attempted to provide for them. Sarah left the house to live with her like... common-law husband ig you would say and his kids relatively young by our standards (18-19) because she was already pregnant by him and her incredibly conservative mother refused to have that in the house. they live on the outskirts of the main area where the story takes place, relatively far from anyone else & technically on the prod side of the unofficial protestant/catholic peace line which exists in the area but very very close to the line itself cos Sarah's boyfriend, though protestant, is gone for most of the year working and therefore Sarah still relies quite a bit on her original (catholic) neighbours whenever she needs something. anyway

[the-sky-is-my-home]

Pokémon Legends ZA Theories/Hopes

we got like. nothing from the trailer so.

most common thought seems to be future kalos - which would absolutely be cool to see, but would make it difficult to incorporate the legends gameplay - the pokeball has been invented and kalos mass produces them in a factory. they achieved peaceful cohabitation with pokemon by the time XY happen. so a future where things went wrong and a child from the past is sent to fix it?

alternatively, it could be about building up lumiose to what we see in XY, so still set in the past. perhaps you're testing out the new "pokeball" product for the factory before they sell it, while helping to build the city

considering the launch date, I assume it'll be a cross gen consoles release, so switch and switch 2, and it'll be a launch game. fingers crossed it'll look good and run smoothly at least on switch 2. it better, if nintendo plans to sell their system with it. since we got botw2 in totk relatively recently, they can't use that like they did for the switch. still hoping for oddyssey2/some other big 3d mario as well but if pokemon gets better from a lack of other titles I won't complain

the one thing we have confirmed is megas are back, so get your bets in now what pokemon will get new megas!

I'm still hoping for flygon just because!

also grass/fire mega sunflora gamefreak I dare you make that pokemon viable!!! (not that sunflora is even in kalos iirc but shhhhh)

maybe some kalos pokemon will get megas! ig diancie did but that's a mythical. mega kalos starters? or will we get other starters again and they'll get megas?

I'm hoping for chikorita - it needs the love and we all want mega meganium I know we do. for the name if nothing else. also to make chikorita a viable starter in any game it's in like please. the pretty flower part fits with kalos' theme of beauty too! tho I could also see them go with snivy, serperior would fit the kalos vibe too

then piplup - it's a shame (if logical with it being a starter) that emperor penguin napoleon empoleon is not in the game set in france and we need to rectify that now that we have the chance! if not piplup, maybe popplio? a fairy type starter would be a good fit for kalos imo

fire is the hardest... fuecoco maybe? would be based if it got a mega, maybe leaning more into the singer aspect? but then we just had fuecoco as a starter... scorbunny ig? that was popular but it did have a gigantamax... charmander would fit imo but that has two megas and was essentially a bonus kalos starter... litten and tepig are options but neither fits kalos that well, esp their evolutions. so I don't have a good guess for the fire starter ^^;

anyway!! gogoat real ride pokemon everywhere this time! megas for aurorus and tyrantrum! mega talonflame! dragon type eeveelution to go with sylveon we should've gotten that the first time! regional lapras for surfing! hot sycamore relative! shiny sound/sparkles in the overworld again! a challenging endboss! if I wish for enough things one of them has to come true!