#still not fully back yet but had to share the silly thought that came to mind!

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

I know I just posted a thing saying I'm still on break from writing for the blog, but I came across something that just...absolutely could not wait because it is human chaos and weirdness at its finest!

Picture this: Yuu in the Monster/Deity/Kaiju/Mermaid/Marine Biologist/Demon AU is completely bored and wanting to do something to alleviate said boredom.

Now imagine them coming across these stretchy silver, slinky-like tubes used for vents or other construction based things. It sections off into three tubes, large enough to fit an entire person inside...

And you get human weirdness at its finest here 😂

Absolutely no one would know how to process what they're seeing, and many are wondering how the hell this inhuman movement is still Yuu dancing around! (In Kaiju AU, they absolutely would have to put it on in front of the Kaiju to pull it off, or they'd get swatted away by accident). 🤣

[merbear25]

Having a spicy dream about you

You'd crept your way into their minds when they were at their most vulnerable―sound asleep. Your captivating nature seduced them in their dreams, leaving their bodies susceptible to the aftermath in reality.

CW: SFW but very suggestive (wet dreams), gn!reader

Monster trio

Luffy: indulging in a celebratory feast, he imagined you there by his side sharing laughs and fun stories with everyone. Having an abundance of food splayed out for you, stuffing his face with whatever he grabbed, your hand got caught in the crossfire. Nearly shoving your hand into his mouth, the bonk you gave him on the head snapped him out of it. The short fit of bickering that followed somehow morphed the scenery to only the two of you; everyone else was gone and you two were starting to lightly poke at each other’s sides, which led to tickling and eventually had him fully on top of you.

Clanking from the kitchen broke his spell and the seductive aroma of breakfast fully got his attention. Marching into the kitchen with his belly empty and his smile full, his grin was turned upside down when his eyes fell on you. Bits from his dream were hazy, yet those parts at the end with you were the most prominent.

When you greeted him, he simply stared at you, trying to force those remnants of you deep into the crevices of his mind. Taking his seat, you were rightfully confused and taken aback by his coldness but decided to drop it. In doing so, you never found out what his deal was, but even if you had grilled him, he would’ve taken it to his grave.

Zoro: Giving each swing his all against each foe that threw themselves at him, he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Failing to live up to their reputation, the clan cowered, but that was until their leader, who’d scurried off earlier, came back with you in chains. Trying to get the upper hand, they’d sealed their fate, for the wielded blades came crashing down on the empire they’d been building. With you having been terrified for your life, you wanted nothing more than to thank your hero. He was feeling particularly self-indulgent and allowed himself to get lost in the pleasures you were so willing to give.

Seconds before the dream progressed, a large wave crashing against the side of the ship jolted him awake. Wide-eyed at the lude subcontext, he couldn’t do much for a moment other than blink. Shaking off the thoughts of where the dream was heading, he wiped the sleep from his eyes. The sun was blinding, so he didn’t notice you approaching him.

“Hm?” He glared at your muffled yapping.

“I said your back’s all wet!” You laughed off his rigidness, since he looked rather silly sitting with a grumpy face and soaked in sea water.

Brushing off your giggles, he avoided eye contact. He didn’t want to be reminded of how he’d pictured you in his dream. You could expect the rest of the day to play out like this: minimal, mostly one-sided, conversations. He had no intention of telling you about his dream and would rather shove it away, so as not to die of embarrassment.

Sanji: The sea breeze had just picked up as the setting sunlight casted upon your face—your beauty only rivaled by the gods. You'd just pulled out of a steamy kiss, your taste still lingering on his lips. Looking deep into each other's eyes, you motioned your head lower. Vision blurring from your generosity, a loud crash from the kitchen rudely awoke him.

Jolting awake, he was still in a daze. Shouting came from the kitchen, making him roll his eyes at the assumption that Luffy had something to do with the commotion. Peering down, a wet patch had started seeping on the covers. Throwing on the first pair of pants he saw, he waited for the redness in his face to subside before venturing outside his room.

If it were any other day, he’d be thrilled to see your lovely face. You were still as gorgeous as ever, although it was torment to gaze at you with such thoughts of ‘if only’ still stampeding through his fantasies. Feeling as if he’d brought shame to you, he wasn’t the most talkative the first half of the day. When you asked what was wrong, he may or may not tell you…depending solely on how you approached this situation.

[alientee]

Are you still taking Mauga requests?

Would you be willing to write a comfort fic where reader (she/her) has acid burn scars on her back, they're almost always in pain. One day during a mission Mauga notices something is off about reader, then eventually the pain is too much, Mauga learns abt the scars.

I’m so sorry that this took so long! I had writers block and work 😭 but I hope it’s too your liking if not I’ll try again.

Mauga x reader (AFAB undertones)

You never knew peace for long, you would always live your life normally until the searing pain started again. It took a lot out of you to deal with the aftermath of the burns you received on your back. Taking pain meds that barley helped only made you frustrated, not being able to rub ointment on your entire back without struggling made you angry, and taking antibiotics to prevent infection just made you sad.

But you overcame it, after the reconstruction surgery’s you thought it would be better. Yet life had a different agenda the pain wouldn’t leave you for long. And in your everyday life you had pain endlessly on and off. Nothing really made you feel like the pain was worth getting out of bed for. That was until you had met Mauga. Such an unstoppable force of a man he was, his job was to deliver pain to others and all you had know was pain. But he made you feel better than you had in ages.

It was worth it gettin out if bed doing your straining routine. It was worth the slight sting you’d get before more pain came as long as you saw Mauga smile. As long as he was happy with you, you could deal with the pain. But you felt that you could only hide from him. That you’re burdens aren’t his to bear, so you hid from him the best you could. If you say oversized dresses s are your favorite he’d get you more. If you didn’t like hugs our close touching because it makes you uncomfortable he wouldn’t push it. In retrospect he should have known something was wrong when he never saw you lay on your back not even on the couch.

He never knew he would see you fall to the floor in pain, he didn’t know how to react when you screamed in agony; Mauga truly didn’t know how to help you when one touch to you made everything worse. “Sweetheart please wear does it hurt!?” You shallow breathing was barely heard with a whisper of you back coming out. “Turn over please” you had turned to your stomach from your side. You knew Mauga was trying to help but you just hoped this wouldn’t make this worse, that it wouldn’t ruing anything.

Mauga picked you up by your stomach to take you to your shared room. He lays you down and begins to suck for pain meds and what he saw shocked him. You had so many meds in your cabinet, how long has this been going on, why didn’t you tell him. None of those things mattered now though. Now he needed to make sure you were comfortable as possible. He brought he meds and some water. Along with some muscle relaxing ointment, he slowly lifts your head to help you take the meds. “Can I touch you?” You hesitated slightly but you knew I’d help along with the acid burns the tightness you get in your skin sometimes added to the pain ; you nod softly to him.

He rubs the ointment into your skin slowly as possible. It takes a while but he’s gentle with you, and Mauga is never fully gentle or quiet. To have him treat you this way, for you to finally get help you never have, it made you cry even more. As he was rubbing the ointment on you his hand gripped your thigh. “Why didn’t you tell me, if you’re in pain I want to help you…. You help me alot ya know, you don’t trust me or somthing?” You could only shake your head, he didn’t get it and you didn’t want him too but you had no other choice but to come clean.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me, I didn’t want my constant pain to be a strain on us , or dictate how I live my life. I want to be able to live with you and forget the pain” Mauga rubbed your hair softly and kissed your forehead “Silly girl, your mine so I always worry about you. But if you think I won’t stick it out with you you’re wrong. I may not be the best at this emotional crap I just know how to have fun and cause destruction. So give me all your pain, let it out and don’t hold back I’ll be here to destroy it every time anyway I can.”

You both sit in silence as he runs his hand through your hair and stroking your face. “Still hurting baby girl?” You lean back into his warmth nodding slightly. “Im almost always in pain but it went down for now but it still stings a little.” “How about I get Moria or sombra to find something to help I’ll pay whatever as long as I can stop your pain even a little” All you could do was smile in contempt.

“Thank you Mauga”

[itacats]

Under the Shadow of Ghost

FT: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, recovery, confessions, oral f!receiving, scars, being self-conscious, tummy bulge, cumming inside, hickey necklace, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

A/N: Here is the unofficial ending for this story. Change the POV from 1st to 2nd person after the MDNI warning. Enjoy the little treat lovelies! 💙

Read Part 1 here! Read Part 2 here! Read Part 3 here! Read Part 4 here! Read Part 5 here! Read Part 6 here! Read Part 7 here! Read Part 8 here!

Part 9: EXTRA: Months Later…

The months that followed were a blur of healing and adjustment, both inside and out. Physically, my body grew stronger, the wounds fading into scars that would serve as a reminder of battles won. But the emotional scars, the ones that cut deeper, took more time. I had been broken, shattered into pieces, but with each passing day, I found a little more of myself returning. And with Simon by my side, those fragments began to fit together again, forming something stronger than before.

We had learned to navigate the quiet after the storm. The nightmares still came, but they weren’t as suffocating anymore. Sometimes, I’d wake up gasping for breath, the memories of my captivity like a dark cloud overhead. And each time, Simon was there, his hand steady on my shoulder, his presence a reminder that I wasn’t alone anymore. He’d whisper, “I’m here,” and somehow, those simple words were enough to anchor me back to the present.

In the daylight, life began to take on a new rhythm. Task Force 141 continued its missions, though I had been given time to recover fully, both physically and mentally. Simon and I found our own routines within the team—no longer just comrades in arms but partners in something far more personal. Our connection had deepened in ways I hadn’t expected. The unspoken bond we once shared had blossomed into something tangible, something real.

There were still ghosts between us—his past and mine, the memories that neither of us could ever truly leave behind. But we had learned to face them together. Simon wasn’t one for grand gestures or flowery words, but in the quiet moments, in the way he’d brush my hair from my face or hold my hand when he thought no one was looking, I could feel the depth of his feelings, just as I knew he could feel mine.

One evening, several months after my rescue, we found ourselves alone, away from the chaos of the team, away from the weight of the missions. We sat on the roof of a safe house, watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The world felt still, as if time had slowed just for us. The air was cool, a gentle breeze ruffling our clothes, and for once, the silence between us was filled with peace rather than ghosts.

Simon sat beside me on the bed, his mask absent—he didn’t need it around me anymore. His face, once so hardened by years of pain and loss, had softened. The lines around his eyes, the weariness that usually weighed on him, seemed lighter. 

“You ever think about what comes next?” I asked quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would break the spell of the moment.

He was silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on the silly Hang in there! cat poster on the wall across from him. Then, without turning to look at me, he said, “I think about it more than I should.”

There was something in his voice—a vulnerability I had come to recognize but still surprised me each time. I reached out, my hand finding his. He squeezed it gently, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, a gesture so small and yet so full of meaning.

“I used to think I didn’t have a future,” he continued, his voice low and rough. “After everything… I didn’t think there was anything left for me but the fight. But now…” He trailed off, his gaze finally shifting to meet mine. “Now I think maybe there’s something more.”

My heart swelled at his words, the quiet confession hanging in the air between us. I had felt the same way once—lost, adrift, convinced that the only thing left for me was the next mission, the next fight. But now, sitting here with him, I realized that I wanted more, too. More than just survival. More than just the endless cycle of war and battle.

“I want that too,” I said softly, my voice trembling with the weight of the truth. “I want… more.”

Simon’s expression softened, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently against mine, the warmth of his breath brushing against my skin. In that moment, it felt like the world had finally settled, like all the chaos and pain we had endured had led us here, to this quiet, perfect moment.

You  couldn't believe what you had just heard. After everything you two had been through, after all the darkness you had seen, you both were finally ready to move on. To find something more. To find each other.

As you sat there in the quiet of the night, the tension between the two of you thickened. Eyes locked on each other, communicating a silent promise of what was to come. Slowly, Simon leaned in, his lips brushing against yours gently. You sighed softly, melting into his touch.

Without breaking the kiss, he guided you to lie on the bed, his hands roaming over your body with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel his rough hands against your skin, the calluses from years of fighting serving as a testament to his strength. But it was his tenderness that made your heart race – the way he traced the lines of your scars with his fingertips, the gentle kisses he placed along your jawline.

You stared at Simon as he undressed you, his hands skimming over your body, tracing the lines of your scars, old and fresh alike. You couldn't help but shiver with anticipation at his touch, feeling both vulnerable and desired. As he moved to unbuckle his belt, you knew this was it - the moment you’d had been waiting for.

As our clothes were taken off by one another’s gentle touches, you felt a sense of freedom you hadn't experienced in years. Simon's touch ignited a fire within you, a passion that burned bright and hot.

Simon pulled you close and kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed freely over your body. He pushed you against the bed, his hardness grinding against me. You whimpered softly, arching your back in need.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against my neck.

"I want you to take control," you replied, your voice trembling slightly.

His hand moved to your throat, gently squeezing. "And what if I don't let you go?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Then I belong to you," you breathed, your heart pounding.

Simon pulled away slightly, his eyes boring into yours. "You already do," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, without warning, his lips crashing down on yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.

Simon pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning with desire as he looked down at you. You were breathless, your eyes glazed over with lust. He ran his hand down your arm, tracing the lines of your scars. "You like that, luv?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Yes," you moaned. "Show me more."

He smirked and started to kiss his way down your neck, stopping to suck on your nipples through your shirt. You gasped and arched your back, your body begging for more. He pushed your shirt up and off my shoulders, revealing the faded marks of your captivity.

You paused–unsure of how he’d react to seeing the full length of what the enemy had done to you not even a year ago. Would he still want you after seeing what months of torture did to your body?

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. Without a second of hesitation, he traced the lines of the scars with his tongue, his hands exploring my body. You whimpered softly, your hips bucking against him. He chuckled darkly and pulled my underwear down, his eyes raking over my sensitive flesh.

"And I’m going to show you just how beautiful you are, luv" he followed.

Without a second to spare, Simon had his face in between your thighs, arms hooked behind them–keeping them open. He looked up at you, wanting the green light for the ways he’s about to ruin you. You nod your head–the words you once had in your mouth are long gone and replaced with moans as he ate you like a man starved. His tongue moved in ways that made your head spin.

A moan slipped from his mouth as you grind your hips against him - reverberating through your body as the vibration from his voice only gave you that much more pleasure. He came up for a moment, “Mercy,” he said as he licked your juices from his lips. A questioning hum escapes you-what does he mean? “If it’s too much, you say mercy.” You tilt your head up, meeting a face lined with seriousness. “Mhm,” you mumble, not wanting to speak as you chase that feeling of his mouth on your puffy folds. His grip on your hips tighten- “I’m not finishing unless you give me an answer, luv.”

Writhing in the feeling of the lost stimulation you had mere seconds ago, you grow frustrated. “Yes, I understand,” you say as you push his head back. A breathy laugh escapes him, “Good girl.” His tongue languidly teased your clit as he moved his hand to finger your pussy. The calloused fingers you so lovingly held during your recovery felt so different when they were inside of you. Flexing in just the right spots to make you soak his hand with your cum and leave the rest dripping down his chin.

You don’t know where he learned to do such things with his tongue and his fingers, but you knew damn well that this wasn’t something he learned out on the battlefield.

He pushed your legs apart and entered you slowly, his eyes locked on yours. The feeling alone of him stretching you out after the welcomed assault of his mouth was almost too much. Fire coursed through your veins as he bottomed out in you, the outline of his cock visible on your stomach. His hand reached down to the outline as he traced it, a smug smirk growing on his face. “C’mere luv, give me your hand,” you raise your hand, it’s heavier than you remember, but then again you don’t remember the last time you had been fucked like this, hell you couldn’t do what he did with your own hands if you tried.

“Feel that? That’s me ruining every other man you’ve ever thought of fucking,” his tone dark and possessive as he runs your hand with his along the bulge of his cock inside of you.

You squirm, the lack of movement becoming too much for you as you rock your hips back and forth on his cock. “Greedy now aren’t you?” He’s enjoying this more than both of you anticipated, but that never stopped anyone. Slowly, he starts thrusting in and out of you, almost pulling out entirely before slamming back into you. You’re at a loss for words, you can’t think straight with him filling you up like this. “Cock drunk already luv?” You mumble a few words, but none of them coherent.

Simon's hips moved in such a way that was all new to you. He found spots inside you that you didn't know existed and he hit them perfectly. How has he let himself go this long without getting to know how perfectly shaped your pussy was– as if it was made just for him. How it stretched and tightened around him. How could he have been so blind that the perfect taste of paradise was only a few feet away all this time? 

Your pussy pulled him in, as if you could never let him go, never let this feeling escape you. And that was true. Your legs hooked together behind his back, barely touching each other as you tried to pull him even deeper. More. You wanted more. You needed it. His cock made you forget all of the stresses of being in the field you two shared. His form towered over you as he pumped himself in and out of your pussy. Steady, deep thrusts by no one other than the man who had saved you time and time again. Only now he was saving you from going through life without being properly fucked. 

He took one of his hands and grabbed your neck, gentle but firm. Enough to feel the pulse that lay beneath your skin but make your head spin even more. His free hand came down to your clit as he rubbed circles Into your still puffy clip, taking a moment to swipe some of your cum off of his cock beforehand. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, walls of your pushy clenched down on him, almost making it hard for him to move-almost… 

“F-Fuck Si,” you could feel that coil in your belly getting closer and closer to snapping for the umpteenth time this night. “You like that luv?” He growled. All you could do was nod your head with how drunk on pleasure you were. He leaned down over you, leaving a necklace of dark hickeys and small bites across your neck. 

Seconds later you could feel him pull away, his hands on your hips guiding you to flip over. God, the way his hands perfectly held you, the way he handled you– so firm, but so loving. Your legs shook as they tried to support your weight, almost losing their strength from the countless orgasms he pulled from you. Without a second to spare, Simon pulls you back onto his cock, a gasp escaping your lips as this new angle sparked a new kind of pleasure. His pace picked back up again, sharp, meaningful thrusts from him as the sounds of your hips rammed into each other echoed through the room. 

He reached a hand to your head, grabbing a fistful of hair, and pulled you up to his face. He continued making new additions to your freshly adorned necklace, claiming you as his own in whatever way possible. And as if he couldn't get enough, his other hand continued to rub your clit in pleasuring circles. Your legs shook with the overstimulation that brimmed on the edge of your mind. The feeling of his mouth on your neck, his fingers dancing across your clit, and his cock going in and out of you-- all of it pushed you to the point of being fucked stupid by him. 

Simon pushed you back down, your face in the mattress. Your arms were no use at this point when it came to holding yourself up. All you could think about was reaching that next orgasm, the one only he could give you. You tried to say something, anything to let him know just how thankful you were, but only the broken word of his name fell from your lips. “That's it luv, you just let me take over and you don't worry about a thing.” 

And you did. Simon's hips rutted into yours countless times, never losing that steadfast rhythm, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. You began to feel his hips falter, snapping sporadically as he thrusted into you. His grip on your hips tightened and his head fell back as he rode out his own orgasm. A guttural moan fell from his lips as he came. You could feel the hot cum from his cock fill you up even more and drip down the sides of your thighs as he fucked it back into you. 

He pulled out of you slowly, admiring his work of ruining you in the most loving way imaginable. With both of you spent, sweat beading on your brows, you lay in each other's arms as you came down from your orgasms. You cuddle up next to Simon, matching your breath to his as you drifted off to sleep with the man you loved.

You woke up the next morning, your body still sore from your passionate night together. You watched as Simon slept soundly, his face softened and relaxed in a way you had never seen before. You felt a pang of sadness for the burdens he must carry, the darkness that lurked beneath his silent exterior.

As you watched him sleep, you realized that there was more to Simon than his dominant, silent exterior. He had shown you glimpses of his soft side throughout your relationship – the way he would tenderly kiss your scars, the gentle way he held you afterward.

You knew you  wanted to explore more of these hidden parts of him, to understand what made him tick. But for now, you just nestled closer to him, basking in the warmth of his body and the comfort of his silence.

Simon stirred slightly in his sleep, his arm wrapping around you. You nestled closer, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. As you drifted back to sleep, you made a silent promise to yourself– to unmask more of that soft side of Simon "Ghost" Riley, one layer at a time.

That's a wrap on Under the Shadow of Ghost! I hope you all enjoyed this journey, I know I certainly did! Stay tuned for more parts coming up for Operation 141: The Family Business.

Later on, I will post an updated story posting schedule with some new things to read!

Again, thank you all for the support on this story and the ones to follow, it means the world to me!

Have a wonderful day lovelies!!💙

[eksvaized]

[ Previous ┃ Next ] part 2

Simon last spoke with you three and a half days ago, which is approximately 72 hours and 720 minutes, according to his count.

By the time he paid for your coffee, learnt your name and had a brief conversation with you, the weather had cleared up. Despite the growing force of the wind and the encroaching grey clouds, you decided to tempt fate and venture out. You said goodbye to Simon, your hand brushing down his arm as you offered him a faint smile, before leaving the coffee shop, hoping to reach home before the rain started pouring.

The first night he came home, he tossed and turned in bed, struggling to fall asleep, desperately attempting to erase thoughts of you. But the image of your face was etched deep in his mind.

The next morning, he kept himself busy with various tasks, too. However, when he would least expect it and his guard would be down, thoughts of you would pray their way into his head. He recalled the innocent look you gave him, and how your cheeks blushed with a rosy hue as you thanked him for the coffee. You promised to find a way to pay him back, or at the very least return the favour the next time you crossed paths.

He intentionally avoided using his phone for the whole two days and even went to the extent of refusing to enter or spend time in his office. However, in the end, he gave up and broke the promise he made to himself, his resolve crumbling under the weight of temptation.

One early morning, after brewing himself a cup of strong black coffee, over-sweetened of course, he began searching for you on the internet.

Simon only had your first name, which made it seem like a challenging and almost impossible task - not for him, though. He had to scroll endlessly, refresh the pages every so often and then meticulously analyse every single profile on every single social media platform. Despite the tedious process, after hours of sitting in his dimly lit office, staring at the computer screen, he finally achieved his goal. He found you.

Most of your stuff was private; he had to find a way around it.

For various reasons, he didn’t want to use his personal account, which was old and neglected, as he wasn’t fond of sharing every detail of his life, including his identity, where he worked, or what he liked.

So, he set up a burner account. There was a slim chance you would accept his follow request, but after a day of waiting and anxiously checking his phone every five minutes for new notifications, one finally popped up. Apparently, you didn’t find it strange that his new account didn’t have a picture or a name, and you added him.

Simon stayed up all night analysing your photos. Aside from the fact that you enjoyed documenting every second of your life, nothing stood out too much. You posted about your trips. Every time you went out with your friends, whether it was a night out in a club or a brunch at your favourite restaurant, taking a picture was mandatory. He suppressed a low chuckle as his eyes skimmed the captions under some photos. He had a dry sense of humour, yet he thought you were adorable and witty, even if your jokes only consisted of silly puns.

He was completely infatuated with you, even though you were still a stranger to him, a woman he coincidentally encountered on a gloomy fall day. The voice in the back of his mind kept urging him to slow down, telling him he needed to take a break, slow down and breathe. If he keeps himself glued to the computer, his fixation is bound to transform into a poisonous obsession.

He emptied his mind, casting aside all the righteous thoughts out of his head, and surrendered himself to the darkness, fully embracing his twisted nature as he continued to act on his impulses.

Simon also investigated your friends as well, but again, he couldn’t uncover anything useful apart from the fact that you and your two closest girlfriends had a habit of going to the local nightclub every other Friday night. He found the address of it and jotted it down on his notepad in messy handwriting, thinking it could come in handy.

Maybe the next time you see him, it will be in a crowd, while loud music blasts from the speakers and the scent of alcohol and sweat mixes and lingers in the air. You might feel lightheaded from the drinks, so when your eyes would settle on Simon, you will recognise him and hopefully have enough courage to approach him.

He rubbed his eyes, which were strained from staring at the computer screen for too long. Simon was ready to go to bed, but just as he scrolled a tiny bit lower, he stumbled upon a picture of you with a man by your side: his hand affectionately wrapped around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him as his lips pressed to your cheek.

Anger. Jealousy. Confusion.

That was all he felt. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, causing chaos within him. He didn’t know you. You two were strangers. And he had no right to be possessive of someone he had met once. However, his infatuation with you consumed him and compelled him to act irrationally.

If he believed he had finished for the night, he was mistaken. Now he had a new target to investigate.

Unlike your private profile, the man in the photo had all of his accounts open to the public. After doing some digging and finding some very old posts and pictures, he discovered that Matt – that was his name – was your ex-boyfriend, your high-school sweetheart with whom you separated after you moved to a different city.

You and Matt hadn’t seen each other in a very long time. However, his most recent photo revealed that the two of you recently went out for dinner to reconnect and catch up; it seemed like your ex-boyfriend was back in your life.

Simon wanted — needed — to know more, but there was only so much information he could gather while sitting in front of a computer.

After crawling into bed, he lit a cigarette, aware that the nicotine would help him unwind, before falling asleep.

He knew he had to come up with a plan, and figure out a way to get to know you. Countless questions and thoughts were swirling in his mind, but one thing was absolutely clear to him: he had plans for the Friday night, which involved him, for the first time in a while, dressing up, going out and stepping his foot inside some dingy nightclub.

Simon went through your profile again before closing his eyes, absorbing every detail. Despite his frustration, the sight of your face, your lovely smile, and your bright eyes peering at him through his phone screen caused a sudden surge of heat to spread throughout his entire body.

As his intense desire for that sweet release grew stronger and stronger, a fiery sensation ignited in his abdomen. It was wrong and vile, but his hand, slowly and tauntingly, made its way down his torso and slipped into his boxers. His imagination ran wild and conjured a variety of promiscuous scenarios, which included you, on top of him, rolling your hips in sync with his, as your soft voice whispered his name, letting it echo off the bedroom walls; your words barely audible as you begged him not to stop.

[h-didanart]

So Nexus

I have been thinking a bit about my aus and decided to try and see how Nexus and their arc could potentially fit in them, as an experiment. And these results were actually pretty interesting! I like a few of these ideas and think I’m going to actively incorporate them into the aus, tho I’ll let y’all guess which ones those are :)

Man, Aus are fun

Your eyes are not deceiving you, those are indeed the Bloodmoons in Nexus and Moon’s place, not the weirdest swap in that au surprisingly.

Anyways, the first twins would be absolutely merciless in their taunts to the newer ones, just ruthless, utterly unforgiving. New BM would kinda get a bit self conscious and offended, tho I can see them taking up that suggestion and fully leaning into the plague thematic (this only came to be because I ironically called them The Plague after I drew this… it isn’t ironic anymore), might also be because of that obedience code they have though , honestly I’m not sure yet to be honest :P

(I have to talk about this au at some point lol)

This one was extra fun cuz I already had a concept for the Evil!Sun of the au and it actually kinda fits really well for a ‘Morningstar villain arc’!

In short, Dawn is a Moon that kidnaps adopts other Suns cuz he killed his and has lived with the guilt ever since, he wants to keep them safe and away from any sort of danger, Solar fucking hates him for trying to kidnap their Sun (yes Solar as in Nice!Eclipse is in the au, I’ll explain later) Morningstar would leave to team up with him to find a way to fix their little sibling who was affected by the multidimensional thing but didn’t die

Ok, now we have the not so silly stuff

I was struck with quite an idea for Get in Losers, since Old Moon didn’t die there’d be no need for a New Moon… unless someone else was counting on New Moon’s existence and decided to take things into his own hands.

So there’s an extra moon in the daycare, one “raised” by the Creator, and he’s treated well and all but is he really wanted there? It certainly doesn’t feel like it. At a point after the multidimensional event happens they’d have a breakdown over their identity, they aren’t needed, they aren’t Moon, then who are they?

One thing I feel the need to share with y’all about this is that Dusk would be watching all the drama in the dimension go down like the soap opera it is, and at the point of Nexus’s breakdown he’d just be staring at the lunar model while eating fries. It’s all entertainment for him

[Nexus’s blurry dialogue reads: You know nothing of what I’m trying to do, of what I’m going through. So stop acting as if you cared about him, we both know you didn’t. Now you’re going to stay put in your cell until I’ve got this all ready. And then you’ll finally do some good with that pathetic life of yours]

And, of course, the longest one is for Bloody and Harvest, why wouldn’t it?

Solar’s death was not only extremely unexpected, but it was also extremely hard hitting for everyone. Bloodmoon kinda just “accepted” it after a while. Solar is gone, they will never see him again, there’s nothing to do about it. They avoid the subject as much as they can besides that. Until Nexus kidnaps them. He has a plan to bring Solar back using them as a sacrifice. And this greatly upsets them. They see no point to it, moreover they reason that Nexus is just blinded by grief, so they attempt to talk to the bot.

It does not go well.

They still managed to escape the situation however, carrying weapons around turning out to be useful for once. Bloody is lowkey kinda mad they actually had to use the taser gun though. They leave Nexus locked up in that place and go tell the Daycare idiots what just happened, and then they take a really long vacation far away from that place, maybe go to some mountains or something. Would Nexus track them again? I’d like to think not.

Tho the saddest thing about this that I thought of was the fact that had Nexus not kidnapped them and actually explained the plan, Bloodmoon might have considered it.

I had a lot of fun with this ngl, feel free to leave your thoughts, I’d love to hear y’all screaming at me over the emotional heartache I’m causing :D

[sharedramblings]

Just For You

Summary: Cold weather. Dry lips. Larissa.

Author's note: A silly idea made by my silly little mind. The longer this stays on my drafts, the stronger the urge to just delete it completely.

Additional note: Just want to thank @yourlocaldisneyvillain @sapphicsbeloved @saphire-scribbles for letting me know of your thoughts on the last fic! I was having doubts if I should keep it posted so I'm glad you found it alright. :)

And to answer @digital-demise (who I can't seem to tag) yes, that's the game I had in mind. I agree that it's a classic! I love how it challenges the teamwork and dynamics of the players. I'm glad you recognized it.

—-—-

A shiver runs down your spine again so you momentarily stopped checking the paper you were grading. You looked at the fire on your left, still offering you additional warmth in the rather cold weather. You chanced a glance at Larissa, and you saw her still laser focused on her laptop which brought a smile on your face. You love seeing glimpses of her while she's busy.

But before you can fully stare and take her in, you shook your head out of it, forcing yourself to finish the ungraded papers on your table.

Spending the last few hours of the workday on Larissa's office has been integrated on your day for months now. A spare foldable table is permanently stored in her office, waiting until your classes are finally over. This routine started to remedy the unfortunate matter of rarely seeing each other during the weekdays due to work, and also because you always want to accompany her on the walk through her chambers once she's done with the day's workload. The good night's, the handholding, the little squeezes in between, the light conversation, the shared smiles, and the kisses– well, those were just some perks you always look forward to when you reach your destination. You were absolutely smitten, and you took pride in that fact.

You can see that you only have a few more papers left, and you're annoyed that you have to stop once again. It's still the weather's fault but this time you weren't trembling from the cold, but rather chewing on your bottom lip as you felt how dry it is.

—

You turn your attention to your bag, searching for the short tube that would aid you in your current problem. You checked your purse, it's not there. You also checked the various pockets, hoping you put it there but it's not in any of it. So you decided to look in the entirety of the bag, hands moving your things on the side yet you still came up empty-handed.

You're confused. Where did you place it? You tried again. Maybe second time's the charm.

No, it apparently isn't.

You sighed before facing Larissa. It's a long shot, but you'd still take it. "Rissa? Have you seen my lip balm?"

She glanced at you, head slightly tilted at the side before she hummed her yes. She stood up and walked towards you, stopping on the side of the table in front of you.

"Open up" Her eyes, which seem fixated on your lips, affirms what she was pertaining to.

You gave her a quizzical look, but you decided to do it after a few seconds. She could have just told you where it was so you could have applied the lip balm on your own, but if she wants to do it, then you'll let her be.

She leans down, the pad of her thumb tracing your lips before proceeding to caress your cheek. You hold your gaze up at her, her undivided attention making your cheeks heat up.

You didn't have the time to question why she's leaning even further when her lips met yours in a kiss, your eyes instinctively closing at the contact. A shiver runs the length of your body, now for a different yet very much welcome reason, as her tongue follows the path that her thumb traced on your lips. You let out a hum, your hand shooting up to stroke the back of her hand that's still holding your face. Her tongue claims your mouth, and you allow her to explore, too drunk on her kiss to think about anything else.

When you felt that she's about to pull away, you went to chase her so as to not end the kiss, but the hand in your cheek prevented you from doing so.

"How's that?"

You slowly blinked multiple times, eyes finding hers. You ran your tongue on your bottom lip, still reeling from the kiss. You just stare at her for a bit, your mind yet to form any coherent thought. The slight raise on her eyebrows was what made you talk, "Is that a new brand of lip balm?"

She nods before muttering the confirmation, playing along with what she started.

"I think it's my favorite" She chuckles at that, a proud smirk adorning her face. Despite the smirk though, you noticed the faint blush in her cheeks. She's just as affected as you are.

"It's exclusively yours, darling"

"I sure hope so. I'll fight anyone who dares try them" Larissa laughs at that. Her eyes shimmering with adoration.

You grabbed her hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it. You felt her squeeze your hand before she goes back to her chair.

"Oh, and before I forget, your lip balm is hidden on the stack of papers"

You crane your neck to look, and there it is. The embarrassment flared up the heat on your cheeks. It slipped your mind that you placed it there.

Larissa could have had easily told you where it was, but then again she seemed to have a plan in mind. One that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter widely.

"Thanks. I don't want it anymore, though. I already have my new favorite" You playfully said as you kept the lip balm safe in your bag.

Her answering smirk made you blush even harder. You knew then that you'll be distracted to finish the rest of the papers in front of you, but you'll still try nonetheless.

[callsign-daydream]

It's Just a Costume - TGM

Summary: Amelia's throwing a Halloween party, and all the Daggers are invited. Jake decides he and Hallie are going in together on a costume--just as friends! Yet he might find he regrets his decision...

Warnings/Content: Starred out swearing, suggestive jokes, dumb fluff, denial of feelings, just silliness, OC included (about her here), Hangman x OC, mention of big bro Rooster to Amelia aka Birdfam

Word Count: 992

A/N: Surprise! I wrote a random short and barely edited it, but it was super fun to write, and I hope it's fun to read. Enjoy, and have a safe halloween if you celebrate! <3

It's Just a Costume

“You going to Amelia’s party?”

Hallie looked up from her phone to the blonde man sprawled on her couch, who was also on his phone. She wasn’t sure when Jake had started ending up there every Tuesday night, but she still hadn’t kicked him out. Apparently he was permanently in her post-work life now.

“Yeah, why?”

Bradley had begged them all before briefings that day to come to a Halloween party Amelia was throwing. She’d invited all her school friends plus some of the “cool kids,” and having fully embraced his role as an non-blood-related big brother, Bradley promised her it was going to be the bash of the century. Part of that plan was inviting the Daggers, despite the strict no drinking rule Penny had set out from the start.

“We have to decide on our costume.”

Hallie stared, despite Jake’s face continuing to be glued to his phone. They weren’t dating. Their Tuesdays always ended promptly with Jake leaving at eleven. Any weekend plans usually involved other Daggers. Hallie knew they were just friends, and she didn’t have a problem with that. She knew Jake and watched him flirt his way around the Hard Deck every Friday, and did her own fair share of it when the occasion arose.

Yet he’d drop a line like that from time to time and make her wonder why he always slunk his way back to her couch. If he was ever serious about his flirtatious catchphrases, she didn’t know if she’d slap him or flirt back. As far as work was concerned, it was best not to consider either.

“We’re not a couple.” She voiced her thoughts.

“And?”

“So why would we wear a couple’s costume?”

He finally sat up and smirked at her over the back of the couch. His hair was out of place from his lounging. Hallie decided not to mention it.

“You can wear matching costumes as friends. Unless you really want to dress as my girl.”

“In your dreams.”

“Every night.”

Hallie threw a Chips Ahoy at him. Jake laughed.

“Besides, how can you resist this?” He held out his phone.

Hallie found it hard to believe that was what he’d been doing all night until she came closer and saw the “inspiration” photo he found.

“Absolutely not.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Jake, we’re already naval aviators.”

“These are sexy naval aviators.”

“This is a teen’s party!”

“So you’d wear it to the afterparty at the Hard Deck?”

Hallie felt her face turning red and willed it to stop. “I like to be covered, thank you very much.”

“This is covered.”

“Forget it!” Hallie crossed her arms. “Besides, I already consider myself a sexy naval aviator without booty shorts.”

His eyes flicked over her current outfit. Hallie rolled her eyes, but pulled at the hem of her shorts anyway. Short, maybe, but at least three inches longer than the photo.

“You have to try harder than that if you want to see my ***,” she added.

Jake turned red, opened his mouth, then shut it. He was quick to go back to his phone. Revenge was sweet when she could manage to corner him verbally, rare as it was. She savored it, sweet as the taste of her next chocolate chip cookie.

He stayed quiet as he scrolled. Pity struck her. She hated when he deflated like a kid benched at their first football game.

“We could be a cowgirl and a cowboy,” Hallie suggested, trying to boost his mood.

He made a face. “My culture ain’t your costume.”

Hallie rolled her eyes. “Fine then, Little Red Riding Hood. You can be the wolf.”

“And hide this face?”

“I’m about to do something you won’t like to that face.”

“Easy there, Dreamgirl.” He held his phone up again. “How ‘bout this?”

Hallie cocked her head. It was definitely a couple’s costume, not a pair of friends, and she was about to say so when she caught his eyes. The little kid was back, like a boy asking his mom what she thought of his latest stick figure drawing. Innocent, almost hopeful. Hallie cursed in her head. She needed to stop letting him get his way.

“Fine.”

“I knew you’d love it.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled as he shook her shoulder.

—

“You ready, Dreamgirl?”

Jake strolled into the apartment. Unlocked, as always. He really needed to find an auto-locking doorknob for Hallie. He was always amazed she hadn’t been robbed yet.

“In a minute!” Hallie’s voice rang out from the bathroom.

He took the opportunity to check his costume in the mirror. He was pretty proud of how it’d come together, black leather jacket and all, despite his blonde hair admittedly ruining the Danny Zuko look. His hair had some extra gel in it, and he was just getting out the comb he’d brought along to shape it more when he heard the clacking of Hallie’s heels behind him.

He turned and had to remind his jaw to stay up.

The tight black leggings suited her too well. Her blonde curls, normally tamed into braids each day, were allowed free and wild, and her red lips matched her heels. It’d apparently been a long time since he’d seen her out of a flightsuit or Tuesday-night sweats, because for a moment, his brain screamed at him to pull her to his side and keep her there all night.

Maybe this costume was a bad idea.

“Problem, Seresin?” Her smirk said it all. She knew she looked good.

Jake was quick to recover. They were friends. Coworkers. Nothing else.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without grease on your face.” He made a swipe at her and earned a shove back.

“Whatever, Bagman. Let’s go help so Roo doesn’t put us on cleanup duty.”

She led the way down the hall. He caught his eyes wandering and snapped to military attention right before she sent a smirk back at him.

Definitely a bad idea.

[koco-coko]

OC Info Post: Bonnabel de Saint-Germain

(This is most certainly my most self-indulgent and somehow also my most thought-out OC. Enjoy my unadulterated silliness)

@drewadoodle hi here's the mansion baby (apparently i have one for the castle trio too except that one's fully an adult so if I post her I can tag you in that one too if ya want)

General:

Full name: Bonnabel de Saint-Germain

Nickname: Bonnie, Bon-Bon (Arthur specific), Bell (Theo and Vincent specific)

Birthday: November 8th

Likes: Outdoors, Pastries, Mousette, Reading

Dislikes: Sour Flavors, Math, Rules

Background: A mysterious infant showed up on Le Comte de Saint-Germain’s doorstep one night during a banquet with the residents, and she’s been called his daughter ever since. All she came with was a homemade birth certificate, a stuffed toy of a pastel blue bat, and a wax-sealed letter. The contents of said letter are only known to Comte and Leonardo and he has refused to share it with anyone else, even Bonnie herself. A strange injection Bonnabel took as a newborn has made it so that they are unable to detect what kind of vampire she is, though Comte doesn’t seem too concerned about that fact…

Through the Ages

(aka the main differences between Bonnabel’s different ages without getting into deep spoilers because I’m writing a fic with her hehe.) (Bonnabel is almost always portrayed in the Childhood stage. Sometimes teenage [mostly with castle trio])

Childhood– Bonnabel, wild and carefree. Don’t even try to make her sit still– she’ll bite your hands with dull, stubby fangs until you let her go. The biggest nuisance and agent of chaos the house has seen in a while. Temper tantrums and dramatic outbursts are common, and as a vampire, she’s really yet to understand her strength. Still… There is something endearing about her reckless abandon and pure fascination with life. She’s sweet and kind all the same, she just has her moments.

Teenage years– Outdoor play time has turned into calm walks through the garden and snack time is now tea time. Although Bonnabel’s matured since being in single digits, everyone can tell something about her is just… off. Maybe it’s the way she’s shy about everything, how reclusive she’s become, how utterly captivated she is by space, or perhaps the way she’s withdrawn from everything other than her studies. Her self-image couldn’t be worse (how could she ever compare to the greats of history she lived amongst, really?), and she’s really been pestering Comte about her past as of late.

Adulthood– Bonnabel, after many, many challenges, trial and errors, heartbreaks, and betrayal, has finally grown into her own skin. Well, sort of. She’s gained back some of the excitement she had when she was a little girl, but it’s been distilled into a fine wit and humor. Now, she simply does as she pleases, whether that be studying something to the point of burning into her brain to simply staying in all day and catching up on some novels. She’s a vampire! She’s got all the time in the world to get things right.

Physical:

Eye color: A pale orange, with slight hints of crimson in her pupils. It’s not very noticeable from far away but in the right sunlight it’s a bit more 

Hair color- Sandy blonde, like Vincent’s hair. Just a bit more colorful than that.

Disabilities- Undiagnosed because of the century, but most certainly has ADHD and dyscalculia (unable to some basic math)

Height- Childhood: 4’1, Teenage: 5’0, Adulthood: 5’11

(i dont have any drawings so um yeah i just used to ikevamp doll haha)

Relationships:

I’ll be splitting the characters into archetypes– how Bonnabel sees each of the residents as a family unit, then going a bit more in-depth.

Brothers– Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Isaac, Napoleon, Jean

– Napoleon: The big brother. No matter how Bonnabel’s feeling, whether she wants to play or vent to him, he’ll make time available. Bonnabel likes hiding and cuddling into his cape and constantly pesters him to teach her fencing. Instead, he’ll teach her how to cook pastries (it’s not like Jean or Vincent are going to do it). 

– Arthur: He’s the one Bonnabel goes to if she wants to get away with something or is bored out of her mind. He’s the fun brother and almost lets her get away with anything. Especially when it comes to teasing Isaac. He’ll also sneak her chocolates from time to time. She loves playing detective with him and likes to act out scenes from books with him. Plus, Vic and Bonnie are utterly enamored with each other, so it’s always a good time with Arthur.

– Vincent and Theo: How could they not feel like her big brothers? Vincent is the only person Bonnie is nice to no matter her mood and he’ll let her watch him paint if she’s ever interested. They tried finger-painting when she was little, but she tried to eat the paint and it’s been banned for the time being.

Theo, on the other hand… It’s a bit more tenuous. Bonnabel didn’t understand being called a mutt or pup was a sign of affection at first, but the two clicked once the misunderstanding was cleared up. As a little girl, Bonnabel drew a picture of all three of them holding hands with both Vincent and Theo titled ‘big brothers’ and that might be the closest Theo was to ever crying in front of his brother. He now has it framed in his room.

– Isaac, Mozart, and Jean: All in the same boat- didn’t get along at first, but later on they became close. Mozart’s relationship with loud and wild Bonnabel is… strange, but he does seem to be able to talk sense in her. She only recently got unbanned from the music room. Mozart’s bedroom is still off limits. Isaac was wary of her (especially because she liked Arthur so much), but they get along once she’s older and quieter. Sometimes they stargaze together. Jean has always been kind to her, but never got too close. Well, until Bonnabel insisted they study reading together and now it’s not uncommon to see them reading fairy tales together. Jean has promised to teach Bonnabel fencing one day, too, behind Comte’s back. 

Weird Uncles– Dazai and William

Dazai: Dazai is a nutcase, but in a fun way! He’s always speaking in riddles, but at least he’s not boring, right? She doesn’t interact with him that much, but when she does, she’s surprised by the words of wisdom she receives. She also has joined forces with him to absolutely torment Isaac, except she’s the one who has to apologize and learn a lesson. He’s fun, just weird.

William: Bonnabel doesn’t see him often. When she does, Puck is close behind and the girl and rabbit become inseparable. Bonnabel is utterly infatuated with Puck and gives him all of her attention, booping his cute little nose at every chance. The one bad thing about seeing Will is, well… tiny little Bonnabel can’t understand him at all. Vincent or Comte have to translate for her if they ever visit the villa because she’s too shy to ask him to speak simpler.

Parents– Leonardo and Comte

Comte: Dearest papa! It’s his life mission to make sure Bonnabel never has to know a day of pain or fear. Sure, perhaps the idea of raising her without the same pressures of nobility and vampirism that he did is a selfish wish, but she’s smiling everyday in the mansion. He has to be doing something right, right? Comte was Bonnabel’s whole world as a little girl. Going into her teenage years, their relationship becomes strained, much to Comte’s confusion and sorrow. (And yes, the pun in Bonnabel's name was intentional, even if he tries to deny it).

Leonardo: Babbo! Whenever there’s a Comte level matter but Bonnabel’s worried he’ll be mad at her, she goes to Leonardo. While hugging Comte smells like fine wine and perfumes, Leonardo smells like book pages and cigars. Both scents have become safe places for her. They take naps together a lot. Especially when Bonnabel is upset. Sometimes she’ll find him sleeping on the floor and join him because she’s bored, using his chest as a pillow. A lot of Bonnabel’s toys and even her bed are made by him.

Auntie and ‘Mama–’ MC/Mitsuki and Sebastian

– When Bonnabel was learning how to talk, she called Sebastian ‘Mama’ and it kind of stuck. Nowadays, she just calls him Sebby (he’s not the biggest fan, but nothing he’d really want to complain about), but sometimes they still joke about that name despite Bonnabel having zero recollection of it. Unfortunately, Bonnabel almost never listens to what Sebastian has to say unless he flicks her forehead. 

Mitsuki was called Auntie from the start. Bonnabel respects her a lot and will mostly listen to her authority, so she is definitely more of an aunt than a sister to her. This is also due to Mitsuki having to help Comte in certain aspects of raising her, such as bathtime and the likes. A part of their strong connection simply is the fact they’re the only women in the mansion.

BONUS! Castle Trio (met at Teenage Stage)

Charles-Henri: After a bit of apprehension, they get along pretty well. Whenever Bonnabel starts stressing out, Charles will pop up and distract her with games, food, or something else. He also tends to encourage any of her fixations no matter what, when, how and why.

Faust: Bonnabel is completely creeped out by him, but… He seems to know her somehow. Sort of like an uncle you haven’t seen in years but keep telling you things they remember. Bonnabel thinks he might know about her birth parents, but she's too shy and nervous to ask him. He’s… polite, at least. Doesn’t seem to try and bother her very much, but he still gives odd vibes. She does not want to be alone in a room with him.

Vlad: Oh… him. Yeah. It’s weird. On one hand, they have a shared trauma they can bond over, and on the other, he’s trying to hurt her family. Sure, he saved her from certain death that one time, but his dream has become so twisted she can’t help but distrust him. Still, it’s not as if they don’t get along. Actually, they have a lot more in common than one might think. 

[ekwallace]

Previous parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Have a love scene to take your mind off The Horrors!

Title: All My Forevers Fandom: Mononoke Pairing: Kusuriuri/Kayo Warnings for this part: Sex. And this installment's extra self-indulgent.

They used the same ruse as before to get a room at a ryōkan together without having to answer any awkward questions.

“Where do you think the scale’s taking us?” Kayo asked as they settled in for the night.

Kusuriuri shook his head. “I could not say. Nothing seems to spark any memories yet, but I think it must be leading us to someplace significant to me.”

“Or to a mononoke.”

“Or that,” he conceded.

There was an extra quilt folded at the bottom of the futon, and Kayo claimed it and a pillow and put them on the floor, only to turn back to see Kusuriuri watching her with his arms folded.

“Must we re-argue this every time we stop for the night?” he said.

“You tell me.”

He laughed, clearly delighted by her cheekiness. “All right. I won’t fight you. But if you have nightmares again, do not suffer them alone: wake me.”

“I will if you will.”

“Agreed.”

If Kayo’s bad dreams returned, they weren’t vivid enough for her to remember anything of them when she was awakened by a muffled sound from the futon. It was still full dark outside, but by the faint light of the banked fire, she could see Kusuriuri was still asleep, his expression tight with fear or pain.

To hell with not sharing a bed with him.

She knelt beside the futon and, very carefully, touched his shoulder.

In one motion, he sat up and pulled her into his arms, burying his face against her neck.

His cheeks were wet. She didn’t think she could bear it.

So she did the only thing that could make it bearable: she held him as tightly as she’d dreamed of being able to, stroking his hair and murmuring, “It’s just a dream. I’ve got you.”

“Kayo, I’m sorry.” His voice was steady but rough, and he didn’t lift his head.

“Don’t be silly. We had an agreement.”

“Mm, I know.” He was quiet for a moment, and he shifted closer, held onto her tighter, before he spoke again. “I remember. Not much, just a feeling… I lost everything, even though... I tried to save them. And then I chose my path. But I didn’t truly understand what I was choosing. I...” He sighed. “I felt like a weak, ignorant child for a long time.”

“Oh…” She could tell he’d never spoken of this before, not even before he forgot everything. This pain was still raw, buried but not healed. “I’m so sorry. It must’ve been awful.”

He drew a deep breath and lifted his head. “It didn’t stay awful. Can you tell me what it was like-- what I seemed like?”

Kayo took a moment to order her thoughts. “I always got the feeling you took pride in your work. You were right to: you were good at it. You seemed amused by people a lot. You even seemed amused by mononoke once or twice. I never would've guessed it had been so hard for you.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted you to know. But now I wish I had trusted you with my secrets.”

“Thank you for trusting me with this one.”

He bowed his head in acknowledgment. “Will you stay with me?”

“Of course.”

With only a little awkward shifting, they curled up in each other’s arms. Kayo felt her skin incandescently aware of everywhere they were touching, and she knew Kusuriuri did, too. She almost didn’t want to sleep and lose the feeling, though it wasn’t a comfortable one. It was nerve-racking and intense and real, and it warmed her to the core. But the long day of walking had taken its toll, and before long, she slipped into a dream of warmth and light.

***

To her embarrassment, but complete lack of surprise, she woke with her hands buried in Kusuriuri’s hair.

He leaned into her touch, making a sound low in his throat very much like a purr. “Kayo...” he murmured, still half-dreaming.

“No more nightmares?”

He opened his eyes, a sleepy smile lighting them, and Kayo watched, fascinated, as he came awake more fully, his attention sharpening on her.

Then he kissed her.

She pulled back, not sure if she was alarmed or just surprised, blushing desperately and embarrassingly close to tears.

“I’m sorry!” He was nearly as flushed as she, and at once made as if to scramble backward too.

“Wait!” She caught at the front of his tunic, her whole body already mourning the loss of his arms around her. “It’s not-- I want to, but... Kusuriuri... if you still remembered, I don’t think you would’ve--” She saw that, mercifully, he understood her babbling.

“I’ve never kissed you before?”

She shook her head.

“Then I am a fool. You are enchanting.” He lifted his hand, then went still. Kayo laughed, a little shakily, and nodded her permission. He cupped her cheek, fingers cool on her burning skin.

“I could’ve--” she started to say out of a sense of fairness, but that wasn’t really true, was it? She could have kissed him, but she never would’ve dared.

One thing that hadn’t changed was how much he heard of what she didn’t say. “But would you have?”

“That’s not your fault. I was in awe of you a little, I think.”

He considered this, fine pale eyebrows drawing together. “I think I would not wish you to be.”

“It’s hard not to be! You’re amazing.”

“I’m only a healer.”

“Now you sound like yourself.”

He smoothed her sleep-mussed hair back from her face, gently and seemingly absently, as if just for the sake of touching her. She reached for him halfway, and waited to see the same silent assent in his eyes that she’d given him, then traced along the lavender marking his upper lip. She knew he wouldn’t lean in again--he’d want to know she was sure.

She was. She wanted him desperately, but without any fear or uncertainty. Letting the wait draw out just this moment longer was delicious anticipation, the space between them growing charged with tension. Kusuriuri’s eyes seemed huge and very, very blue. He drew a breath that caught, and Kayo surged forward. He met her in a kiss that was all urgency and no finesse, a little awkwardly at first. But they learned they way of it together, letting the touch gentle after that first headlong clash, getting lost in each other until they finally broke apart, both breathless.

“Have you thought about this, too?” he whispered.

“Of course! More than once.”

“Have you… thought about more?”

“Yes!” Kayo almost laughed, but he seemed so serious that she held back.

“I don’t remember,” he began, and stopped.

“It’s all right.”

“Kayo, I mean I don’t remember being with anyone before.”

“Oh.” The feeling that hit her like lightning seemed equal parts heat and dismay.

“I want it to be you. As long as you’re sure, too.”

“Am I sure?” Now she did have to laugh. “I’ve wanted you from almost the first moment I saw you!”

He flushed beautifully again. Kayo didn’t think she’d ever get tired of it. “And I think I must have felt the same for you, the first time we met. I certainly did this time.” He saw something in her expression that made him go on. “Do you not believe it?”

“I never would’ve hoped...”

“I did not tell you how I felt then. I want to rectify that.”

“I think you were protecting me.” She’d thought about it, and she’d resigned herself--though not quickly, and not happily--to knowing that his being close to anyone would put them in harm’s way.

“I cannot be so noble this time around.”

“I don’t want you to! We’re in this together.” She set her hand against his face, brushed her thumb along his cheekbone, not feeling anymore the urge to trace along the markings, which had seemed for a while irresistible even after they’d vanished.

He turned his head and kissed her palm. The warmth and intimacy of the gesture sent a fresh thrill through her. They moved as one to kiss again, languid and sweet at first, but Kayo grew dizzy with desire and pressed as close as she could, nuzzling into Kusuriuri’s neck to breathe in his scent. He looked to her as if for guidance, and she almost laughed. “I’ve never done this before, either!”

They shed their clothes, fingers tangling together in their haste, as breathless from laughing as they were from need.

At last, they were both bare. Kayo savored her first look at Kusuriuri, laughter forgotten now and mouth gone dry. She had wondered if he were as extravagantly beautiful naked as he was clothed. He was. All of him radiated heat, especially his stiff member. Blushing at her own boldness, but too eager to let shyness stop her, she took him in hand and stroked.

What a strange thrill it was to be the one to show him this, to watch his expression as he woke to the pleasure of her touch, soft with desire and yet sharply focused on her. She never would’ve dreamed it would be like this for them, and an exultant possessiveness sang in her blood, heated her skin, urging her to make it as good for him as she could.

He bent his head to her neck, to her breasts, raining hot gasps and kisses on her skin. “Kayo... I cannot wait any longer.”

She’d never known, either, how much she would need this, how incomplete she would feel, a deep craving that could only be satisfied by joining together in love, nor how delicious her greed would feel in its waking, and in its sating. “Neither can I.”

The rest of the world fell away when he entered her, as if the long journey that had begun when she’d let a beautiful stranger selling medicine into the Sakai kitchen had finally, finally brought her home.

They moved in perfectly matched rhythm, and she arched even closer to him. He slipped a hand between them and found the center of her pleasure, and the jolt of heat all through her shook them both. Together they spiraled up and up, a connection so intense that Kayo could all but see it, not red thread but golden cords, enwrapping them and glowing as they both found their release.

I love you, she thought deliriously. I’ve loved you forever.

[asoundofdrop]

Closer

A/N: Uhhh... if you happen to enjoy, thank you adfjjfd CW: unprotected sex, penis haver, vagina haver, established skk

If he had been asked back then, Camu would never have imagined being in this kind of moment with anyone. To be so excited, so content that his heart—artificial as it may be now—would be torn between resting or pacing this hard in his chest. To have a special someone to keep in that heart… someone to lavish him with special affections like this…

Ridiculous, Camu thought.

He huffed and closed his eyes as Hamea pressed another fluttering kiss, just below his jaw. It really was ridiculous, he thought, to be getting so embarrassed. His mouth was getting twisted into something of a scowl. It was far from their first time and yet, he still wasn’t sure how to act whenever she did these things so gently to him.

He once grumbled about this aloud to her. She smiled and said to him, “If you don’t know how to return it… then I’ll simply have to give extra for the both of us until we figure something out.”

Either way, he would never ask her to stop just because he looked stupid in the moment.

He opened his eyes again.

Pale moonlight spilled from the window and bathed the room so beautifully—a word that he rarely used. But with it, everything about Hamea seemed to glimmer so much more. Camu loved the way that she looked at him with pure adoration, especially right now. If he wasn’t preoccupied with her eyes, then he would have otherwise been distracted by how the moonlight dipped and shone over her body.

At the same time, he was keenly aware of how she traced her fingertips along his skin. Up his back, to his biceps, to his shoulders… as if she wanted to memorize everything about him, until they reached his face where they lingered.

She always liked holding his face between her hands. Camu would call it a strange fascination if he didn’t share the sentiment himself.

To spend the rest of his life like this… with her…

Camu was certain that he could forget the coldness of this world. It would all melt away with her gentle warmth. How did she describe it before whenever he held her…? Like snow welcoming spring, or something like that.

His mind was growing rather fuzzy.

Hamea quietly hummed and whispered, “Camu… you really are too good to me.”

She spoke delicately, as if she would have broken him by accident like glass had she spoken any louder.

Camu accepted another light kiss. He mumbled against her pretty lips, “Shouldn’t I be the one to say that?”

“Hee-hee… but you spoil me more than you think you do. Like right now. Letting me be in your arms, and letting me love you… I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“You’re a weird one. Only you would say that sort of silly thing to me.”

“I mean it though.”

“…Yeah,” Camu agreed, fully assured. “You would never lie to me.”

As he continued to admire her, he reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. He looked at the scar along her forehead and began to reflect without realizing it.

According to the doctor on Hamea’s squad, she had to do emergency surgery on the Commandant while they were still stranded on Earth. This one did not heal particularly well, it seemed, just barely doing its job.

On Hamea’s neck, there was a faint cut. She once told him that she had gotten this particular scar a long time ago, before she had become a commandant. She suspected that it came from some sort of confrontation with kidnappers, but she couldn’t remember the exact details—nor would anyone tell her.

He then trailed downwards to her chest, to a scar he was more familiar with. At that time, they had just met. And yet, Camu’s legs were spurred on and he tried to run to her side as fast as he could. He was too late though, and she had all-but flatlined because of the creepy Ascendant. He still remembered what she said to him after the whole ordeal because of how odd he found it.

“That is simply Camu’s form of kindness. I think… you should give yourself a little more credit.”

Who knows if those were the words that pushed him to join Babylonia’s side, to join the Strike Hawks… Even he hadn’t come to a conclusion on that himself.

Lower on her body, near her abdomen, were two overlapping scars. He was unfamiliar with the newer one—the one given to her by that disgusting spider-looking Corrupted. But with how big it was and still delicate from having just healed, it unnerved him. Terribly so.

Just underneath it was a smaller, distinct scar that left him unnerved too. It was left behind when Hamea was ambushed by a Corrupted while she was still recovering from a flash grenade. It was perhaps the first time Camu had witnessed her so afraid that even her MIND beacon became unsteady. He remembered carrying her out of the building as she came close to bleeding out.

All of these times…

“Camu?” Hamea called, gently pulling him from his thoughts. “What’s wrong? Is something bothering you?”

He didn’t answer right away.

“Just thinking about the amount of sheer dumb luck that you have,” he grumbled.

He tightened his arms around her waist, holding her even closer than he already was. He didn’t intend on dwelling on something like this during their rare moment of intimacy. Hamea’s fragility as a human would always weigh heavy on his mind whether he liked it or not.

“I know,” she admitted. “But at least I’m still here, as unsightly as these marks may be…”

Camu saw how she shyly turned her face away.

Starting with the scar on her forehead, he pressed a gentle kiss to each one until he reached the one on her chest. Although he couldn’t quite duck his head low enough to reach the two on her abdomen, he carefully ran his thumb over them, as if to memorize the shape of it.

It gave him comfort when she would do that for him, and he could only hope it did the same for her. He repeated the process a few more times until his worries were assuaged by the smile returning to her face.

“Unsightly or whatever, it doesn’t make a difference to me. My choice is that I would take everything that you would give to me… And you’ve seen how I’m not the type to change my mind so fast.”

“Oh yes, you’re very stubborn,” Hamea agreed, lightheartedly teasing but relieved all the same. “But I wouldn’t want any less than everything either…”

“I guess we’re both pretty greedy people.”

She nuzzled her nose against Camu’s, leaning in and parting her lips for a deeper kiss than earlier. The soft sound of her contented sigh coaxed him into hungrily drinking in the warmth.

Soon enough, he was nipping at her lower lip, asking for even more and his tongue reaching further.

Every single sensation, he would let it be etched onto him.

To remind himself that this was real, that she is here in his arms, the place she always said she found respite in.

Hamea eventually pulled away with flushed cheeks. She pursed her lips in embarrassment, and quietly asked, “Can I put it in right now?”

“Already prepared for it?” he asked in doubt.

“W-well… I’ve taken you with less preparation before. I can definitely do it now.”

“Then you can wait a bit longer too.”

He moved one of his hands from her hips and reached further below. Hamea mewled as his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub. She held onto his wrist, though she made no proper move to stop him in any way.

“Mnnh… but you go so overboard with this,” she mumbled between panting breaths. “Don’t make me cum so fast…”

“Commandant, shouldn’t your endurance be improved by now?” he teased.

Camu took it further and slid two of his fingers inside of her pussy. Slick gradually pooled into the palm of his hand as he slowly pumped his fingers up to the knuckles and getting her used to the gradual stretch. Hamea’s pretty lashes fluttered as she drew out his name in a long moan.

It stirred him up in a special way every time.

“Ah… don’t do so much, don’t do so much at once,” she weakly protested. “I’m going to cum, I really will…”

Hamea knew that Camu liked to be a bit mean in this aspect. He delighted too much in her reactions to hold himself back from overstimulating her, even on nights that were originally meant to be gentle.

Goaded by her mewls of pleasure, he continued his ministrations until she cried out and squeezed tightly around his digits. With her eyebrows scrunched and her lips still pursed together, it made for a rather demure yet lewd expression. He brushed away her bangs once more with his other hand to look at it fully.

He looked at her so intensely, and Hamea loved it so much that it never failed to send shivers down her spine. Perhaps it was a selfish thing to love, but he indulged her anyway.

Once she relaxed again, Camu pulled out—the movement already loud from slick.

“There’s no point salvaging your modesty when you’re soaking like this.” He then thoroughly and languidly lapped up the cum, swallowing deeply for her to witness. “Hm… Good as always.”

“And here I was trying to last a bit longer tonight…”

“Does it matter? I don’t mind doing all of the work either.”

“But isn’t that a bit unfair…?” she asked sheepishly.

“Not to me. As long as we’re both enjoying ourselves, anything is fair game. And for me, that includes seeing you making that face. So don’t hide such a special treat.”

She nodded, too embarrassed to say anything else.

With a shift to make sure she was comfortable in his lap, he carefully aligned the tip and pushed the thick head of his cock inside, hissing through his teeth at how she enveloped him.

“Fuck…,” he cursed under his breath. “Cunt’s so damn tight… ”

Hamea braced herself against his shoulders as she took him inch by inch.

With each shaky sigh she let out, Camu pressed a kiss to her cheek to ease her until she fit his entire length.

“Wait, don’t move yet. I’m still sensitive from earlier,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it…”

He repeated it purposefully, moreso to remind himself than anything else. After she adjusted, she began to ride his cock, with Camu holding her hips to steady her. His length reached so deeply, consistently hitting the very spot that made Hamea tremble and whine from pleasure. As of this moment, all they could hear was the rhythmic wet slap of skin accompanied by heavy breaths.

Slick continued to spill from her pussy and soaked their inner thighs.

Hamea threw back her head as she moaned in a winded breath. Her nails dropped to his back and dug in, very faintly activating the Construct’s pain receptors.

A part of him wished that it would leave something behind for him to admire in the mornings after, but his skin was made to be incredibly durable. While it was helpful for the places he was usually deployed to, it had small inconveniences like this. But it was fine, he could make do.

He bit down on a small patch of skin on her neck and sucked, leaving a dark hickey behind. He soothed the sting with his tongue before moving on to make another.

Hamea would simply have to bear enough marks for the both of them.

“C…Camu!”

He vaguely recognized through a foggy brain that he was taking control of the pacing after she cried his name—that his hands had secured the back of her thighs and that he was thrusting harder into her squelching cunt. She could only hold onto him as he bounced her ass in his lap.

“Ngh… do you have any idea what it does to me? When you use my name with your pretty little voice?”

Hamea’s whimpers were on the verge of sobbing as she was close to cumming again. The knot in her stomach was tightening, leaving her almost dizzy if Camu’s arms weren’t wrapped so firmly around her figure.

“No no, with you… please? Please?”

It came out incomprehensible, but Camu seemed to understand. He pressed his forehead to hers, soaking his silvery bangs with beads of her sweat that had built up.

“Yeah… we can do that…”

Hamea held his face as she kissed him, heated and deeply as they chased their high together. Their moans and grunts of exertion became muffled, though it did little to silence everything else.

Camu pressed their bodies even closer as he filled her pussy to the brim with spurts of thick pearly-white cum. Her walls were practically milking his cock, making him dig his fingers into the soft skin of her thighs to restrain his excitement. With a few more deliberate rolls of his hips, he slowly pulled out.

The two panted, struggling to catch their breath from the steamy air. A mixture of their cum stained the sheets beneath them, but neither of them had the energy to move yet.

Even without touching it with her hand, she already knew her lips were somewhat swollen. Her eyes flicked over to the sweat on Camu’s forehead and the drool rolling down his chin. She sheepishly wiped it away the best she could.

“You don’t need to do that,” he said.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Why the hell would it?” Despite his choice of words, they hardly had any bite to them. “In fact, I think you should look sweaty and messy more often like this actually.”

“Oh, you…!”

Hamea pushed his face and he simply laughed, before nudging her hands away so he could continue admiring the flush on her cheeks.

Everything that he thought of earlier, it really didn’t sound so bad to him. It’s almost embarrassing, really. He’s changed quite a bit by now, and even that felt like an understatement. He should be terrified by the amount of power Hamea had over him in this regard. But no, instead, he’s melting in her presence.

Upon seeing her eyes grow half-lidded from exhaustion, Camu quietly moved to lay her down on the bed, head nestled against his arm. He reached for the blanket and covered both of their bare bodies—hopefully it made her comfortable.

In a whisper, she called out, “Camu…?”

“I’m here.”

“Hand?”

He wordlessly held out his free hand, and she took it with both of hers. She held it in front of her face with awe on her face.

“Hee-hee… I really do love your hands quite a lot. I love… every part of you. I love you…”

She repeated the last few words over and over. As she did, she traced the artificial creases of his hand with her pointer while slowly drifting off. It was only until she went slack and silent that Camu knew she really did fall asleep.

“I love you too.”

He said it with a softness that he used to think was impossible for a person like him. Maybe she did end up hearing it in her sleep. Why else would she have such a… goofy… silly… pretty smile right now?

He wanted to see it every day, every night. If he had to make a fool of himself in front of her for it… maybe some sacrifices were worth it, he said to himself. Then, she would laugh and assure him he was not a fool.

Hamea was right… They were greedy, because he wouldn’t want any less than that. He continued to think this to himself as he tried to estimate the size of her ring finger before dozing off himself.

[theblueprinxe]

The pale elf and blue haired elf

Just sharing my silly own take on my Tav's adventure with the pale elf. Some aspects of the story have been changed so be kind!

Prinxe sat on the edge of the camp, far way from the others who were going over the escape plan and preparing tonights dinner. It currently was Gale's turn and he was in a deep discussing with Shadowheart on Waterdeeps traditional meals. Shadowheart of course was half paying attention more excited of the thought of a proper meal than the actual process of it but she made sure to add in a few nods to keep Gale happy. It made Prinxe chuckle, the group she formed certainly was far from average but it helped her keep her mind off of things.

It had only been two days since the crash but she somehow managed to save a grove and gather a few allies with similar parasites. She still hadn't spotted the githyanki she met but Shadowheart was quick to say that she probably was long gone.

There was Shadowheart, a half-elf cleric who had as many secrets as she did but was grateful to Prinxe for rescuing them from their pod and . Gale a talkative human mage who somehow managed to trap themselves in a sigil and had knowledge of magic beyond what Prinxe knew of. Wyll or better yet, the Blade of frontiers, a human with warlock abilities who helped protect the grove from a goblin attack. And finally, Astarion. The pale rogue elf. She had pleasant experiences with everyone else on their first interaction, but Astarion's was vastly different. He had been calling out for help on a cliff close to the crash and the group was happy to assist any other survivors.

This had been a lie. When Prinxe approached to kill what they thought was an intellect devourer, it ended up being nothing more than a boar. She wanted to laugh at first realizing what it actually was but found herself pinned to the ground with a knife to her throat. This of course received the pale elf a hard head butt and a stand off with her explaining she wasn't in league with their captors. He apologized and she extended an offer for him to join the group. Both Gale and Shadowheart disapproved but one couldn't be picky when it came to battle. Besides having another rogue on the team would prove handy when it came to their current task of freeing the parasite from their head and saving Halsin.

Her eyes fixated on the water, watching as it moved to and from the shore trying her best to slow down her thoughts. She knew her full focus should be back with the others, but her mind was going a million miles a second trying to fully comprehend everything.

First it was Bulders Gates attack, then parasite that wiggled in her head like it owned it, the nautiloid crash and now the task of finding the druid healer.

She wasn't unaccustomed to the endless adventures that were taking place but her mind was most heavy with the thought of the small ring she was playing with. Part of her wanted to throw the damn thing into the river and never see it again but the other part of her couldn't bear with letting it go. It was a symbol of a promise to be made, but that promise now seemed tainted. And it made her angry.

"Our ever so chatty Gale asked me to inform you suppers ready." Prinxe's eyes moved away from the water and over to a now comfortably dressed Astarion, who was currently eyeing the other with a hint of interest.

It seemed he also found a suitable camp outfit from Zelvor. The grove they protected was nice enough to offer supplies and more importantly clothes. Prinxe picked a simple tan shirt and a random pair of pants since it seemed easy to move in and comfortable enough for the time being. And it seemed like Astarion found something of his style. A simple white poet like shirt that showed off a bit of his chest, and black pants which suited the contrast of the top.

"I'll be over in a moment." He nodded in response, eyeing the small ring in Prinxe's hand for a moment before making his way back over to the fire to grab whatever meal Gale had prepared. She gave the ring one last twirl before placing it back on her neck and returning to the others.

~

Prinxe tossed and turned in their cot unable to peacefully rest. It was as if something was willing her to wake up or maybe it was the feeling of something or someone, close to her.

The sensation of someones breath against her neck, caused her eyes to open and make direct eye contact with Astarion’a crimson orbs. His red eyes glistening in the moonlight and his now rather visible fangs mere inches from her neck.

"Shit" He quickly got up, scrambling to his feet and away from her making sure there was a decent space between them if she decided to attack.

Within seconds she was to her feet inching closer to the other. "What the hell are you doing." She kept her voice at a soft but very audible yell to ensure she didn't wake up the others. Last thing she wanted was a battle in the middle of the night.

"I-It's not what it looks like." His voice and face were full of panic as he continued to speak. "I wasn't going to hurt you...I just needed..." It was clear he was lost for words, unsure what to say considering he was caught in the act.

"Blood?" Prinxe cut the other off, it didn't take her long to connect the dots. It had only been earlier that day the group stumbled upon the drained boar near the goblin camp which Astarion was more than kind enough to inform her that a vampire had drained it. "That boar we found today. That was you wasn't it?" She stepped closer to him showing no sign of fear, the panic on his face was growing with each step she took, watching as her hands danced across her dagger. "How long has it been since you killed someone?"

Astarion put his hands up in defense trying to defuse the situation seeing the bluenette's hands on her weapon. "Please, I promise you I only feed on animals. I haven't bitten another person in years....I just have been too weak since I got abducted and with fighting the goblin camp tomorrow I just needed something more."

She stopped in her tracks eyeing the other. Even though he had a pale complexion it was noticeable how exhausted he looked compared to the first day they met. His eyes had darker tones under them showing his exhaustion fully to her. He needed blood like she needed food and clearly, he was hungry.

Her hands moved away from the dagger as she backed away giving him space. "I trust you...just don't sneak around trying to bite people or you might end up with a dagger in your chest."

He sighed out in relief, allowing himself relax some before taking a few steps closer to her and beginning to speak once again. "Now if you could just trust me a bit more..."

"Your not seriously asking to bite me are you?"

"You want me to be able to fight better and be stronger right?" His words were like honey as he spoke and it was obvious persuasion was a skill he excelled at. Though she didn't need much persuasion. She wanted to be free of this parasite and if it meant having to give up a bit of blood to him so he would be stronger for battle it seemed like a good trade.

"Fine but not a drop more or I will put a dagger in you." For a split second she could see his surprise. He wasn't sure she'd say yes but he was clearly happy she did. "Not a drop more~" He purred, his lips curling into a devious smirk

"Let's make ourselves more comfortable, shall we?" Without a word, he gently took the others hand, leading her back to her bedroll, and motioned her to get comfortable.

She nodded, laying down and allowing herself to get as comfortable as she could considering she was about to be someone’s snack. He stood over her for a moment seeming to take in his new willing prey and she decided to take in her predators details as well. She never really studied his features or paid him much mind, but right now she couldn’t help but take in every detail of his face. His short white curly hair framed his face perfectly and his smirk was definitely a girls or maybe even a boys weakness. He was handsome and with the moonlight against his pale skin, he seemed almost unreal.

Without a word, he kneeled besides her, gently moving her blue locks away from her neck, and beginning to study which side he wanted to drink from more.

"Is it okay if this gets blood on it?" His fingers gently ran over her necklace that kept the ruby ring on it making a small shiver come over her body. "It will be fine." He nodded, his fingers sliding further down her neck to reach the top button of her shirt. As if like second nature, his fingers undid the first two buttons with ease, exposing the top part of her chest. “We don’t want the others to know what we’ve been up too”

He moved to fully kneel over her, placing a knee on each side as if to keep her squirming away from him. Being an elf, she could see quite well in the dark but even if she couldn't his crimson eyes seemed to intensely glow and pierce through the dark. He stared down at her with an almost animalistic expression making her heart race.

He licked his lips in anticipation, gently cupping her chin in his hand as she moved her head to the side to fully expose the right side of her neck. Feeling the others weight shift and press against her slightly made a fluttering feeling fill her chest. This was no time to become flustered but her body seemed to have a mind of its own reacting to every moment of his with lust and nervousness.

Goosebumps formed across her body as he inched closer to her neck, his warm breathe causing a familiar sensation to grow in her lower abdominal. She mentally cursed at herself and tried her best to push those thoughts far away. This was just a way to help him nothing more.

"Are you ready?" His voice seemed almost seductive as he spoke making her cheeks gain a light red hue and the warm feeling intensifing. "Y-yes..."

The small wet feeling of his tongue dancing against her neck caused an involuntary whimper to escape from her lips and the redness on her cheeks to grow. She bit her lower lip to keep herself silent knowing the next sensation would not be as pleasant. Without a word, the cold sharp feeling of his fangs piercing into her neck made her gasp out and her hands to immediately move to the others back, gripping the blouse to help with the pain.

Her vision slowly became cloudy as he continued to take his fill of her, making the smallest but very noticeable noises of pleasure against her neck. She hadn’t even noticed that she pulled his body closer to hers, which it seemed he happily followed, not wanting to let one drop of her go to waste.

The new closeness brought a very surprising smell to her, which seemed to be coming from the other. It was faint, but still noticeable to her. The soft smell of bergamot, rosemary and...a hint of brandy? It honestly was intoxicating and she was doing her best to not lean into him to get a better smell of it.

She was surprisingly enjoying this strange sensation of pain and pleasure. It wasn’t until she could feel her heart rate slowing slightly and the feeling of passing out coming over her to realise she needed him to stop. Her hands quickly moved from their place on his back and to his chest, using all the strength she had to push him back. "That's enough.."

He was almost reluctant as he moved away from her but he did it without hesitation, making sure to give her neck one last lick to clean up any spilled blood before fully leaning up to wipe his own mouth.

He stared down at her to taking in her newly flushed appearance and she took in his. He seemed almost drunk on her and gods did he look attractive in this state. His shirt was a bit unkept from her grabbing and his now red stained lips were curled in a perfect smirk. "That was....amazing" He gently titled her head to the side again studying her neck making sure he had gotten every last drop of her crimson liquid up. It was very clear, he didn't want to waste anything.

Once he was done inspecting the area, he gently moved her to face him again taking in one last look of her flushed cheeks and her shaky breathing. "Darling that was delicious ~ His voice came out in husky melody making her almost melt under him. He slowly gathered himself to stand up and began to make his way to the woods.

Prinxe got up as quickly as her body allowed her too and called out to the other. "Where are you going?" Her voice came out a bit breathless but audible enough for him to hear.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to her, blood still dropping from his mouth. "As invigoration as you are, I need something a bit more filling to get me ready for tomorrow." With that he turned back around but stopping one last time. "This is a gift you know, I won't forget it."

And with those final words, he made his way into the forest happier and more importantly stronger.

[eddiesghxst]

OKAY, SO, HERE'S A CONTEXT THAT YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR LMAOOOOO

I SAW HIM TWO YEARS AGO, DECEMBER 2022 AND THAT'S THE FIRST TIME THAT I SAW HIM IN PERSON AND BUT THE THING IS HE ATTENDED THE EVENT VERY LATE 💀 BUT HE REALLY CAUGHT MY ATTENTION BECAUSE GIRLLLLL HE DRESSES UP SO NICE AND HE HAS A VERY COOL STYLE AND THE ONLY THING THAT HE DID WAS TO SMILE AT ME AND OF COURSE I WAS SHY TO COME UP AT HIM SO I SMILED BACK LOL- BUT DEEP INSIDE I WANNA TALK TO HIM SO BAD BUT WE HAVE TO LEAVE ON THAT DAY BECAUSE IT WAS SO LATE TOO AND THAT'S IT LMAO

SOOOOO ONE YEAR LATER.....I ONLY SEE HIM IN HIS SOCIAL MEDIA LMAOOO

I WAS ATTRACTED TO HIM, I WAS VERY POSITIVE THAT I WAS ONLY "ATTRACTIVE" TO HIM AND YEAH THAT'S WHEN I THOUGHT UNTIL THIS MONTH SEPTEMBER 2024

THAT'S WHERE IT HIT ME LMAO I HAVE FULLY COME UP TO THE ACCEPTANCE THAT I REALLY DO HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM I JUST REALIZED THAT I AM ONLY LIVING IN DENIAL

I EVEN CONSULTED MY MOM FOR THIS AND SHE SAID "YEAH, YOU GOT IT REALLY HARD DON'T YOU?" SHE WAS SO GLAD THAT I HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM LMAOOOO I CANNOT- IT'S BECAUSE MY PARENTS AND HIM HAD A COUPLE OF CONVERSATIONS SO I GUESS THAT'S A GOOD SIGN THAT THEY HE LIKED HIM TOO???? WE'RE IN A EVENT ON THAT DAY I WAS BUSY ENTERTAINING THE GUESTS LOL SOOO I WAS JUST ADMIRING HIM FROM AFAR I LITERALLY GET SO NERVOUS AROUND HIM FOR ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING REASON WHY I SHOULD BE BUT YEAH I HATE IT THAT MY WEAKNESSES ARE GENUINE KIND MEN, SOFT SPOKEN AND VERY CULTURED IN MUSIC AND FILMS

BUT WE DO GET INTERACT FOR THE LAST MINUTE THOOOO BUT THE WHOLE THING WAS SO RANDOM BECAUSE HE WAS JUST THERE THE ENTIRE TIME AND I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE GUTS TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT WHEN THERE'S FREE TIME LMAO BUT THANK GOD I STILL DID IT ANYWAYS LOL

After the event, I checked on him, I messaged him LMAO HELP ME and it gave me a relief that he enjoyed the event and he said that it was okay that I didn't get the chance to talk to him properly and I KNOW THIS SOUNDS SO CASUAL BUT I AM OVER HERE GIGGLING LIKE AN IDIOT but he laughed yet again at my joke that I told him that he won't be late next time when there's an upcoming event lol

I REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS BECAUSE WHEN I HAVE A CRUSH I JUST SAVOR THE MOMENT WHEN THEY DO GIVE ME THE ATTENTION BUT I WOULD NEVER DO ADMIT IT THAT I HAVE FEELINGS FOR THEM LMAOOOO if I was in highschool, I would be hurt from the rejection if ever lol but today???? I don't know I feel embarrassed AHAHAHAHAHAHA *sighs* THIS IS THE PROBLEMS OF ME HAVING A HOPELESS ROMANTIC THOUGHTS AND ALSO BELIEVE IT OR NOT I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND SINCE BIRTH AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH ANYONE BNSMAMAKAAJAIAI this is why I am freaking out

The fact that he and my crush from 10 years ago also share the same trait : THEY'RE BOTH FUCKING SHY 😭😭😭😭

Rachael, I think this is my calling because he has ✨long hair✨ and dresses up like a damn rockstar AND GUESS WHERE THAT CAME FROM 💀💀💀💀

bonus part : we also share the same age BYE-

My apologies again, Rachael, but I trust sharing this silly glimpses of my life with you, I love you lots <3

OKAY IM GONNA ANSWER EVERYTHING IN THIS ASK SO HELLOOOOO

stink i hate to say it, and i’m gonna hold ur hand when i say this, but there’s no running. you, my love, are caught.

HEHE OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY IT SOUNDS LIKE HES A NICE GUY AND U SAID U HAVE THINGS IN COMMON SO I SAY BITE THE BULLET AND JIST TALK TO HIM U NEVER KNOW THIS COULD BE UR MANNNN HE COULD BE THE ONEEE

sometimes men need to be grabbed and tied down okay, sometimes they really won’t make the first move they’re just dumb BUT I SAY GO FOR IT BESTIE BOO

U MISS 100% OF THE SHOTS U DONT TAKE !!!

[katyspersonal]

Some DS1 girls thoughts

So I asked @val-of-the-north where Dark Souls 1 yuri, or just ANY relationship between female characters, was at (for a second time gfgfjf) and here is what we figured:

* Elizabeth and Alvina actually would make such cute silly old ladies couple? Especially since they more or less share a daughter figure (Dusk). It is FUUUNNNYYY tho how they're both not humans!! Feral yuri!

* I came up with the idea that since both Reah and Sieglinde are captured because of Seath's people, what if Darkmoon Knightess was the one to rescue both! Or Sieglinde could have rescued Reah since she is around those parts! But Darkmoon Knightess will lecture them anyways hfgghfh

Darkmoon Knightess: I told to not snoop around where Seath's people are hunting!

Sieglinde: You mean literally EVERYWHERE? 😭

Ggfgyfyg but also imagine if Reah and Sieglinde formed a significant bond! They could even have adventures together all along! Sieglinde is probably still a competent fighter except for exactly one fiasco since she got to Lordran on her own, and Reah is a healer XD Besides Sieglinde would sure do better work protecting her than SOMEONE :/

She also could take Reah to her home at the end now that Reah doesn't have place to return to anyways!

* Darkmoon Knightess is quite bound by duty for the time being and has her own struggles with slipping Humanity, but she works well like third wheel a cool friend to always return to! She and Sieglinde can still instantly clock Petrus from exactly 1 sentence about him from Reah and kick him to half death in the alleyway tho hfhfhhcn

* I took closer look at Anastasia as I still needed to figure her out, and came up with the idea that the worst thing a Firekeeper logically could've done, deserving self-mutilating, self-loathing and self-isolating had to do with envisioning Age of Dark! Think of it: Firekeepers didn't have their eyes removed until DS3, but removing her tongue would still imply speaking of "dangerous" things. And considering the implication she either isolated self or fully agreed with this as punishment, maybe there were tangible consequences to what she was speaking of!!

I grasped to this line of thinking but was not quite sure what could the "consequences" be, and Val suggested maybe she accidentally gave Kaathe his ideas by simply sharing her vision and concerns. Since apparently Primordial Serpents are Just Vibing and only care about anything by personal choice (like how Frampt just was a good friend to Gwyn). So.... she'd feel guilty for Oolacile and New Londo. It wasn't her fault, but she FEELS this way, and honestly, most people would probably agree.... т.т +We agreed that back then Firekeepers envisioning Dark was an exception rather than the rule, probably because the cycles haven't worn down this badly yet.

* That puts a massive roadblock in the way of Anastasia finding any love ever, she is stuck in endless guilt and self-hatred, and many would agree she got what she deserved. I am just giggling at how sometimes I try to think of a ship and end up developing the character lol

* Like I said before, Pharis and Beatrice have potential for both doomed yuri or sad found family that fell apart! (Yeah Pharis is female not just in NPC model apparently, as confirmed by surprise throwback in DS2, didn't have pronouns in Japanese but English always defaults to 'he' in this case *looks at accidental he/she Lady Maria*) The latter idea is good on the account of using Beatrice's cut child version (damn I wonder what WERE Fromsoft planning for her....)! And also could explain why she was so reckless with the Abyss stuff; whereas she is herself connected with Oolacile magic rather than how sorcery is now, if she was just a kid she'd be clueless about the horrors, and not listen to her "mom"'s warnings in classic fashion!

OR they could have been two "moms", because imagine if Pharis and Dusk dated! So not much was salvaged, but Beatrice was.. Dusk died earlier than Pharis (just assuming Pharis is an Undead if she is still alive though she knew Gwyn's Knights). Maybe after that, Beatrice started to really slip away from any attempts to protect her as Pharis was bad at it on her own.... so she'd lose both wife and daughter figure in short timespan....... guys.....,? *sobs*

* Another cute idea is sort of rebound ships with Ciaran who had her heart broken having lost Artorias to the Abyss! Either Pharis or Dusk work within the timeline and context! Dusk one is of course less tragic since they likely died around the same time. Pharis though is screwed no matter what.. 🙄 truly a Soulsborne character lol

Ciaran does give me an impression of someone that would be too struck to move on, just some 'happier' thoughts

* There are also less apparent characters, like iirc Carmina and Yulva were around the same time? For the context; Carmina was an apprentice of Salaman who was an apprentice of Queelana, Yulva was one of the three people that sealed the Four Kings but she left to become a healer (likely too much guilt for people in New Londo that had to get sacrificed). Both are 99% long dead by the time Chosen Undead steps in, but clues for both are found in the same game area.. who knows

* Also it is apparently a popular interpretation that Velka adopted Priscilla, I absolutely believe this

* I am probably not finished but basically having many thoughts and HATE it because instead of multishipping like a normal person I have mentality of "choosing"....... when I am incapable of choosing 🙄 I am yet again asking for Val to tell me what to think lol

[dangerous-advantage]

(yagi-no-eda here~)

Totally would circle back /pos. I’m also pretty new to the fandom!

My wife has liked Usagi Yojimbo and associated stuff for years but it’s only this summer that my brain has allowed me to really get into it, and make it past the first 2-3 comics. Not for lack of trying - it was just never the right time in an ADHD way*. Something always would distract me. I’ve inhaled all the comics I can in just the last couple of months and yeah, Stan came at me with a steel chair too. I did not expect …this whole situation. I’ve been a fandom lurker since 1999 and yet suddenly I have blog I use near daily, a sketchbook, and bunch of fic WIPS...

Mainly because I am Unwell over UY.

I have accepted my fate. This is always going to be a Thing now.

Though I did admittedly also inhale TMNT 2003 and Rise.

Travels with Jotaro is one of my favourite volumes, but I’m also weirdly into Bridge of Death rn and just….in general having a moment over Usagi’s time with Mifune. To the point I’m doodling intros for a fake show called The Mifune Years. He had this whole expected future and friends - denied.

* to be fair this is also the summer I found out its def ADHD driving this media analysis machine I call a brain

Hope this was an okay way to get back to you! /lil anxious

Feel free to network (or share thoughts) in my tags anytime, I love hearing what other people think. Also happy to chat anytime. Or feel free to tell me to back off and that's chill too :)

(been waiting to answer this for when i had more time but gave in; should be working on my fic(s) but you know how it is lmao. stay tuned for a very long post, because i love talking about things with people, especially things i like haha

very cool to see another person very passionate about this series! i grew up on 2003 (and the 90's movies-- my parents had the third one on cassette and i remember i wore that fucker out lmao) but it was always more of a "scattered interest" rather than something i was fully pulled into

i started getting into rise (read: The Algorithm came for me) probably mid-July of last year, but didn't fully fall into it until after the movie came out. it renewed my interest in tmnt overall, and i've been here ever since!

i did attempt to watch the usagi chronicles a couple of times, and i remember thinking they were fun but not really my thing. (i definitely want to revisit it, even though i know it won't hold a candle to usagi yojimbo. it does look fun in a silly way, which i can get behind.)

i knew vaguely about how big usagi yojimbo was, and that it was a commitment, but i'm surprised how quickly it sucked me in. i've never been super interested in stuff within the genre, but damn if it doesn't satisfy the autism. entire chapters devoted to infodumping about the edo period of japan? sign me the fuck up!

i especially did not expect how much it would make me feel. like. wow. ouch. usagi is just Some Guy but he is also so well characterized and you really feel for his internal conflict, 10/10.

i've been looking for series with older protagonists, especially those more focused on the familial/platonic aspect rather than romantic (i am just an nd queer on the interweb, can you blame me for yearning for found family?), but hadn't found any i really liked other than the tarot sequence by kd edwards (very good read, would highly recommend.)

also not to be a nerd but ohhhh my god i am so obsessed with the plot with mifune.

like i know the series takes place after that, and after the fallout of that, but just. wow. imagine devoting your entire being to another, to the point where you would readily die for them and their word, and then they die. they die, and you did everything you could to honor them in that death, but they're still gone.

like... that emptiness stays with you. you don't just get over that. maybe it's the "being raised in a cult" but wow, do i empathize with that.

idk if we explore more about the fallout/exact history with mifune/immediately following mifune's death but there is so much writing potential there. if i was not embroiled within turtle hell and 50,000 words deep in a multi-chapter fic already, i would absolutely write something for it.

like. this is adjacent to your interest in the topic, but can you just imagine (/rhetorical /general you.) as far as we know, he spent five days on the battlefield before he made it out to the tangled skein.

(which is one of my favorite additions like good god holy shit. that is so cool and angsty. your lord, days after dying, appears as a fucking ghost and saves you. like, if i were to be silly and funky, i would absolutely headcanon that as the reason that he was able to stand up and continue on. because i mean... what else? what else could motivate you to stand up once more after something like that?)

(well. honor. but mifune is the physical manifestation of honor in the narrative, so same difference? it's like both thematically significant and emotionally significant and-- ok im shutting up now. but i could talk for days, istg.)

but like. how do you reconstruct yourself from that? we see him holding tight to this sense of honor, even after his lord is gone, sent reeling (adrift in the waves) with only his soul and moral compass to hold to.

which makes it hurt so much more when we see these ideals of honor-- this ghost of a man, of a life, still haunting him years after the event-- still woven through the narrative, made to specifically conflict his deepest wants.

i joke about it a lot on my fic discord (i have a whole channel called 'father-material' devoted to just pictures of him hanging out with/taking care of kids), but something that seems very important to him is wanting to be a father figure, and wanting these connections to family and friends.

but that is contrasted against these ideas of honor, the very thing he built and rebuilt his foundation off of after it was torn away from him. and it's just so incredibly painful but also it makes sense, because he can't just give up the side of himself that is a samurai. too much of his person, his characterization, is built off of this.

to see it constantly clash with this want to settle down and finally rest, devote himself to his relationships/family rather than the code of bushido-- the very essence of honor itself-- ourgh ourgh ourgh its so good

(put aside the fact that he once said he could never serve another lord, and we know from the story that the idea of a "lord" can be more than just a person... he never stopped serving mifune, not truly. he still upholds the ideas of honor that mifune stood for/represented. as if his lord never truly left him.)

...i was going to say more, but then i realized this turned into a whole-ass mini-analysis, so i'm forcing myself to stfu. but basically: i have feelings about this series, man (/gender neutral).

anyway. if you ever do put something together, i would love to read/follow it! if i ever wrote something, it would probably be exploring the direct fallout of losing mifune, so hey, different niches but similar (:

also: never be anxious about talking to me ever in any way possible. i will probably be even more annoying than you in tags/asks/everything under the sun, and i do genuinely love talking to people who share my interests (typically about those interests.) i like to pretend i am an internet Cool Guy, however, it is a flimsy veneer to hide all the cringefail swaglessness and unending mental illness about my blorbos

(...i am so tempted to just invite you to my og turtle discord server so i can annoy you about usagi on the regular. also about what my reimagining of yuichi would be, because i have so, so many ideas.

i will refrain, but if you would be interested, it has been kinda dead as of late, so it would be nice to enrich the ecosystem a little by slowly collecting other usagi-interested individuals and slowly taking it over, one by one (/j /lh).)

anyway, same thing goes for me with my posts/asks/reblogs/messages/whatever. i am so very earnest, so if that puts you off, that's very chill and fine. however, as long as you're down to vibe, i am similarly down to vibe >:D

i once more apologize for this monstrosity of a reply. i would say it won't happen again, but my reading comprehension apparently does not extend to the "all things in moderation" maxim. instead i choose maximalism (to the max)

(sorry for that joke. yeah that will also happen again. sorry. /lh /pos)

[thisisnotthenerd]

c3e56 thoughts & musings--spoilers ahead

savalirwood exploration! very excited to see where we go. we’re shifting back into the plot moving action from the last few eps of team bells being more rp based.

new art!!! it looks so good. i love the fits, the poses--i can’t wait to see what the team hells redesigns look like. these look fantastic and really hit on everything they described including the werewolf sweatpants.

oh this is immediately a disaster, they’re going to be so silly goofy. i cannot believe that the reasoning for not having pants is a ho never gets cold. my god.

imogen coming in clutch with that telekinesis on these giants. envisioning a sledding pack of giant goats, followed by a giant who’s been walloped by stones is so silly

the fucking goat boat. chet & deanna making the boat together.

the shovel talk!!! fcg being nice and deanna trying to find what she wants

casting commune with avandra!!! no more coin flipping! she’s here! present but distant. oh god why is it hair

faith in the people more than the gods--it’s still faith

dreaming of laudna!!!! i get why they can’t do it now, and the fact that the solstice is perpetual means it seems like it isn’t going to get any easier.

fully insane gnomes shearing a dead goat. do you ever think about what drew deanna to chetney the first time. because i think we’re seeing it.

rollerblade warthog & finally having the werewolf conversation

fey energy????? it’s a (frog) bog mound

really feeling how team bells is affecting their new companions. deanna’s really getting into the feral energy--or maybe that’s just been there the whole time and we haven’t seen it. i think this episode is really showcasing what each guest came to do; deanna’s views of faith being a foil to fcg’s first commune with avandra, the aeormaton intimacy obviously, chetney & deanna digging into the past and really seeing what she brings out in him as well as what he brings out in her. we’re finding out a lot about his past experiences and seeing how he doesn’t actually share everything about his lycanthropy.

while i get the lycanthropy angst, they do have the possibility of remove curse for frida. i think both deanna and fcg can possibly prep it. also it is a blood curse--so anything they’re waiting to see about is based on how their interpreting the robot werewolf and how the players & matt want to see this through.

fun little battle sequence that they handled very efficiently. and fearne talking to that fish was quite funny. the wolf-king feels like a set-up for a molaesmyr encounter.

frida & deanna praying!!!!! in the wake of the gods retreating, two robots are finding faith.

so far they’ve left the goats and the raft. any time they would have saved by going by river is going to be made up as they make their way back. there isn’t even a barrier in front of the goats or anything--they had the wood to make a baby gate. anyway. there will not be a single goat when they come back, i’m calling it now.

and we’re finally seeing molaesmyr! i can’t wait to see what they find here lore wise. i have a feeling next ep is going to end up being exploration survival based to start and then shift to combat with whatever shows up. that elk spider is not something i wanted to envision. at all. ugh.

it’s like the aeor exploration but less crazy magic and more cursed beings! can’t wait to see what nonsense they have yet to find on this little trip into the savalirwood. my guess is that they’ll encounter the wolf-king, defeat/kill it and then run into the claret orders who were pursuing it, if they want to tie in each part of chetney’s backstory.