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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 12/09✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@snsp6 I really hope that this won’t change MK’s view on his bio dads :( Anonimo Hello! Wanted to ask or more so I am wondering, will MK start seeing Wukong differently after finding out he literally killed Mac and even after seeing their past and how close they were, dam the trauma, anyhoo I love your art and the Shadowpeach bio parent au! Keep up the great work! >:D

Oh it will. (In a good way? a Bad? that's for me to know and for you to wait a week to know)

@hopefulbelievertimemachine Imagine if MK found someone who recently found out that they were a demon and he comforts them cuz he had a similar experience.

Oh that would be sooo wholesome!!! It's one of my fav trope when there's another character who go throught the same exact thing as another character and the two of them bond over this.

@zammy357 Hello, hope your day/night is going well. I wanted to ask since me and a friend like your bio parents blog and wanted to know if we can use it for an arc? Our blog is called @amnesia-wukong-au. We wanted to ask before we started doing it.

Hi!! Yeah sure as long you tag me and the masterpost of the shadowpeach au

Anonimo Wait what is a glamour (in context of Sun Wukong and Macaque)

A glamour is a magic spell that changes/cover your appearance. Like in the show macaque should technically have 6 ears. for animation purposi I guess they are not drawing all of them, but we say he uses a glamour also for covering his scarred eye.

@clueless-simp ha chiesto: What if PIF, BDK, Sun Wukong, and Macaque (and most definitely Mei) did a "parent trap" tactic to get MK and Red Son together? Setting things up, getting them alone together, pretending they are all busy, and the only option is for them to spend time together under the sunset XD XD XD

Oh no that would end bad. like-comically bad.

@honeylavender27 ha chiesto: Imagine red realizing mk doesn't know about court napping and just invites him over one day. Red son: so I'm sure your wondering why I invited you here.. Mk: yeah it's kinda weird you didn't want Mei to come. Is everything ok? Red: perfect actually, I'll explain everything just enter here first please. Mk: oh ok -walks into the prepared courtnapping room and gets locked in-.....uh red? Redson: consider yourself courtnapped...

Ahah poor MK. I think they would make a disastrous courtnapping that would be the equivalent of the phrase "task failed succesfully"

@artgurusauce ha chiesto: ARGGGHHHH, they're SO CUTE! I love your bioparent AU so much! Altho I am wondering: When MK turns back to normal would he retain some subconscious paternal attachment to our ol boys here? Maybe he even calls Macaque "Mom" without realizing it...

@blazerratbluefire-blog ha chiesto: Plot twist of the century for the oblivious monkey men. MK remembers ~everything~ when he was a cub! I'm not sure if that is what is planned, but! It would be really funny! Especially if he just calls Macaque 'Mama' all casual and just walks away. While Macaque EXP. has crashed and is rebooting. Gosh, that would be so cute! I absolutely love your artwork, by the way! It is so adorable!

Can't answer yet. He does NOT have memories, but he will remember ONE thing...

@daniellemarvel4 Hi, fist off I love your work and can't wait to see what you do next! I was wondering who is more protective of MK when it comes to Red Son? Whether that would be Pigsy, Wukong, Macaque, or even Tang (mabye Mei but I don't think she could stay serious long enough). Also, can we see what Sandy's doing?

mmmmmm---- I think Wukong. Freenoodle is pretty chill with the DBK family after everything that happened. Mac is also quite alright since he was always in good relationship with them. I would say Wukong would just want to be sure his kid doesn't get hurt by the fire in any way

Anonimo I've been squealing, grinning, and kicking my feet going through the Shadowpeach Bio parents AU. Baby MK has been SO CUTE and fun. I wonder if he's going to remember or be embarrassed about it. Another part of me hopes that river is still in play so Sun & Mac can fall in and suddenly MK and everyone has 2 chaotic super-powered Baby Monkeys to take care off 😭 😭 😭

Anonimo ha chiesto: I almost cried they are sooo cute. I hope that we get more sweet family content. Loving the comic thanks for making it 💕💕💕💕

Anonimo ha chiesto: I don’t want the cure to work ! Or could it be like that: MK is such a powerful being that the Dosis Pif gave them, just wasn’t strong enough. Instead it only aged MK up a bit so now he is a small kid or a teenager but not a grown ass money man again. I am not ready to leave the monkey family stuff behind 🥺

unfortunately the river has been close untile further notice. (dw this wont be the end)

@cutvdo ha chiesto: Mei bribing Red Son with baby MK pictures

@luciferapollyon ha chiesto: I hope Mei, Red Son, Macaque and Wukong all got pics before they turned MK back

Anonimo ha chiesto: DHJSJDJDH LIL BABY BEAN! I wonder if Wukong and Macaque took any pics of lil MK while he was smol baby? She would keep them and use them as blackmail. (affectionately)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Your shadowpeach bio parent au is just perfect!! Thankyou for feeding the fandom with the nectar of the gods!!! Especially the one where mac slips into the bed after wukong waits all night. Like Mac would wake up in the morning and see him fast asleep and think of Peng asking 'is there anything Wukong could do that would break his hold over you?' and just seeing him at his most vulnerable right now he's like 'no, not when he always gives me a reason to stay.'

MY HEART

@queen-of-purple-roses Wait if MK is experiencing Macaque’s memories then does that mean that Macaque can experience MK’s? Are they able to dive into each other’s minds?

So the thing is that MK is hearing the past from both POVs. Macaque by definition can hear ANYTHING so yeah he could definitely experience MKs memories. But the thing is-does he want to? I headcanon that his future-present-past hearing abilities are something he only used a couple of times, and because what he heard from them was so traumatic, he decided to NOT use them again (like wukong laser eyes)

@sillygothpartykid ha chiesto: I know everyone is asking you to make the gay monkeys kiss but I actually like how you are developing their relationship. You letting them work through their problems and feeling first giving us that sweet, sweet slow burn! Love your art btw!❤️❤️❤️

awwww ty!!!! yes pls slow burn for life.

@kraytherandomchick ha chiesto: Hey, love your ShadowPeach AU! (Started rereading it after crying from the season 5 finale hehe :'D) But there's always something that's kinda stuck in my head, if MK's no longer immortal, would Macaque or Wukong get sad at the thought of getting older and forced keep going without him?

So- *sigh* technically, we don't really know MK immortality status. it's a grey area for now. Because on one side, he's a stone monkey, who, by nature like Wukong, can perfectly age and grow like a normal monkey. On the other hand, he's technically died already, and by the time he was created by Nuwa, both his biological fathers were already immortal (Wukong bc yes, Macaque because he's a demon, and he can die from wounds and illness, but can't age)

So to answer: we don't know yet what's with him. we will see (I promise that)

@lmk4ever ha chiesto: I LOVE THE SHADOW PEACH BIO PARENT AU SO MUCH!! Mk boi is so lucky to have a artist like you and fathers like them. I want to ask, will shadowpeach ever get into a fight out of anger in front of Mk? Or did they moved on from that phase?

If they will fight it will be more of like- the 2 dads grounding MK. If they need to fight they learned that they need to go on another mountain to do it so they don't bother their child

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will we get a traffic light trio ship?

Probably not, but I'm all for dragonfruit/spicynoodle and having MK and Mei NOT dating each other at the same time.

@yuk1yun ha chiesto: If lmk season 6 isn't like your au, then I don't want to watch it

BRUH THAT'S THE NICEST THING I HEARD ALL WEEK

@conniescialla ha chiesto: HIIII!! ok scusa l'italiano ma letteralmente trovare artisti italiani ispira sempre quel momento patriottico alla YES ONE OF US MUAHHAHAH Scherzi a parte, il comic Shadowpeach bio parents Au è meraviglioso, si approva soprattutto l'hurt/comfort ;p

Tanti kudos!!<3

AAAAHHH CHE BELLO UN ALTR* ITALIAN*!!!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I really wanna see jelous wukong!!!!!! I dunno maybe some random demon trying to flirt with emo monkie or something and wukong is like oh hell no!! He is mine!! I think it would be so cute

he would become incredibly possessive and start hissing and growling like a tiger. NOBODY TOUCHES MY SOFT PILLOW

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think it would be so cute if Wukong would take care of sick Macaque! It would show Macaque that Wukong changed and is no longer like he was before. I wonder if Macaque got sick, would MK help or would Macaque be too stubborn to let anyone know.

I know everyone says Wukong is this great sage with incredible abilities in every field (and he is) but I would like to imagine that, since he needs to do these thing for Macaque specifically, he's so stressed over the fact he needs to do them perfectly that he fucks up lmao.

Like, he would try his best to take care of him and almost burn the kitchen in the meantime, while Macaque was only hoping the two of them could just stay more in bed cuddling each other

Anonimo ha chiesto: im just imagining Mac getting anxious becouse he cannot find baby MK and Wukong is there to calm him down

@shadowpeachera ha chiesto: Heyy I absolutely love your shadowpeach bio au, the drawings, the text its perfect! Did Mk every run off or get into trouble now that he’s a cub or even play games with Wukong and Macaque like hide and seek? That would be really cute. I can imagine them playing hide and seek while Mk discovers he can make shadow portals, meanwhile his parents are stressing and scared as they have no idea where he is.

i think both of them would freak out.

WAIT I HAVE THE PIC I HAVE THE PIC

I'VE BEEN SAVING THIS PIC SINCE 2017

@nyx-daughterofchaos98 ha chiesto: Hi! For LMK, I watched a nature documentary on Monkeys the other day and a lot of monkeys correct each others behavior by doing something called “Disciplinary Nips” or “Discipline Bites” (This isn’t a sexual ask I promise) I think it would be absolutely hilarious, if Macaque and Wukong are napping together, and for whatever reason, Wukong keeps moving around, unable to get comfortable. And in his sleep-riddled state, Macaque gets annoyed and bites him. 🤣 Like; I’M TRYING TO SLEEP! KNOCK IT OFF! 🤣🤣🤣 And when Wukong does stop moving, Macaque does actually fall asleep. Even better is if Macaque wakes up and has absolutely No Idea he bit Wukong because he was half asleep at the time. Or he thinks it was a dream and ensue the shenanigans when he realizes it wasn’t.

OMG THAT'S SO CUTE AND SILLY AAHHHH!!! EVEN BETTER: what if they do this without noticing BEFORE they are like-actually romantically back together, and someone sees the mark bites AND THEY START TO ASSUME CERTAIN THINGS BRUH.

@tabs-tabi-tabby  Can Macaque help with MK’s clones? Or would that be Wukong’s area?

MK can't make the same clones macaque has. He can control a little bit his own shadow, and use that as a clone. so as long as it's his own shadow, it's more Mac area, if it's his own hair clone then it's Wukong's

@startdustmonkie ha chiesto: Does Mk and or Wukong know about Savage and Rumble? (If so how did they find out about them?) — (also: do Savage and Rumble see Mama macaque as a parent?)

@mushrum-soup ha chiesto: Hi just wanted to say I absolutely adore your shadow peach au it's literally the highlight of my week 💖I was wondering tho are rumble and savage just shadow clones in your au or similar to their Lego counterparts :O?

Yes they know about them. No they aren't his kids let's say. My own personal headcanon for the Au (or the show in general) is that they are both Macaque shadow, like- clones with a little bit of personality just like MK clones represent specific parts of his personality. He has 2 of them because he lived 2 lives, one before and one after he was brought back to life.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Just read the latest Shadowpeach bio kid comic, and i cant help but giggle a bit at how MK’s chirp woke Wukong and Macaque up lmao just the “and they snoozing- OH SHIT BABY CHIRPING WHATS WRONG-“

HE IS BABYYYY

@hellobur ha chiesto: Did you base when mk was reaching fr macaque after he was walking away because mk called him mama after this or was it a funny coincidence (mk also doe the pose but I can't find it lol)

Also I absolutely love this story and your art your work is incredible! ^^

Omg LMAO NO I DIDN’T BUT NOW IT’S 100% MORE FUNNY

@dragonaboni-blog ha chiesto: Hi! First off, I love your art and your Shadowpeach AU, it's the reason I'm reactivating my own Tumblr account lol One of my favorite tropes in this story is "A gets sick and B takes care of him" so I'm wondering… What would that trope be like in the AU? What would the monkey trio be like when they got sick? Do any of them sleep through their illness? Or are any of them extremely dramatic like "These will be my last words…"? CoughcoughWUKONGCoughcough

Aaahh I’ve seen a lot of asks asking this one but honestly I don t know If I’ll ever draw that trope. Maybe bc Wukong should technically have canonically too much knowledge about general illness to be worried about normal daily life illness. If it was something more life-threating. Maybe yes, but I still have to cook.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Counterpoint: wukong can't handle spicy foods because he has no impulse control and his monkee brain wants him to only eat fruit and peaches

Ouch. Yes that seems about accurate for him lmao

Anonimo ha chiesto: About the lmk bio au.... we have seen that MK can manipulate certain parts of his body in the 72 transformations... so..... Wukong and Macaque could technically have children.

I’ll be 100% honest I have no idea if stone monkeys are…fertile?

Anonimo Hey there! I am in love with your art. LMK is something that came into my life recently and damn I love it so much! Love your AU, and I can't wait to see more of it. Funnily, since the baby MK incident I imagine this later on becoming a somewhat spark of many funny arguments later on. What I mean is I see baby MK has a favorite parent (*cough-cough* MacCRACK *cough-cough*) [Sorry with the name joke, couldn't help myself]. XD. And I imagine Wukong be a bit jealous at times and go 'Anything you can do I can do better XD' Also see lovely Redson have a thing for MK, and then I imagine him ask his parents about advice on pursuing his crush. "So who is the lucky girl?" "Well, you already know him-" *Spits out water* "You got yourself a husband?" "What, no I haven't yet-!"

Aww I don't think MK would have a favourite but definitely there are times where he wants one parent more than the other (play time with Wukong, nap time with Mamacaque)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Yknow what they say… like father like son! In the sense that they’re all gay /j

Oh yeah absolutely it's genetic/j

@wolfasketch ha chiesto: Mac being on the sunny side and Wuwu being in the shadows

I know I'm looking into it too much but- AHHH!!!

That was unintentional but HOLY SIT U R RIGHT

Anonimo ha chiesto: Poor Red Boy never got to see baby MK! Imagine him just staring at the adorableness that is baby MK and being like 'I hope our future children look just like you OH MY GODS YOU'RE ADORABLE'. Baby MK: :3

Their child will literally be Kai from Ninjago so I guess THEY ARE RIGHT HE WILL BE

Anonimo ha chiesto: And then MK will wake up back to normal, confused, but proud that he managed to get them even closer?

100% yes

@drowning-in-webnovel-chapters ha chiesto: I can't imagine how the monkey dads are gonna try to go back to sleep after that, oof. Also Wukong definitely knows all that from when he used to help Macaque through visions, right?

Yup! He does indeed!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I’m guessing MK is getting a mini version of Macaque’s “can hear the past/present/future” thingy, did he managed to hear it accidentally or was he trying to learn more about his powers/Shadowpeach’s past ?

Yes, he was just wondering since last time that he found the sleeping cuddling with him, what exactly happened for them to rift away. Guess curiosity killed the cat

@aurabooboo ha chiesto: So. I'm rewatching season 5, right? I noticed that they almost had a yelling match with MK right in the middle. Would Wukong apologize to him for that?

These 3 have so much to talk about… i wont draw everything, but they definitely apologised offscreen.

@elianaroselight ha chiesto: It is quite telling how Wukong immediately knew what to do to help calm MK, but also, Macaque coming in with the perspective of having gone through it himself. The need for them to remain close by and wait until Mk is asleep before trying to leave. This means Mac has been through exactly what he is telling them not to do and knows the pain, sorrow and trauma that comes from feeling abandoned like this. They may be facing their past hurting their own kid through proxy and try to help him fight against the trauma. Luckily they have good people to help when they themselves can't. *looks at Freenoodles*

Yup! Their response is exactly related to what they do to calm the other!

@thenerdycupcake ha chiesto: So, does MK’s gold vision combine with his hearing sometimes so that he sees some of what he’s hearing from the past?

Oooohhh i guess he does! So he can literally see and hear the past!

@frogsfandoms ha chiesto: Omg why can I see after MK wakes up he thinks that it isn’t the past he’s hearing and that it actually just happened. Rushing to see if Wukong and Macaque are hurt and or trying to stop them from fighting 😭😭😭

Oohhh our baby still doesn’t want to believe it actually happened :(

Anonimo ha chiesto: Adult MK: OH MY GOD A SPIDER *desperate scared monkey noises* Baby MK: what's this? A 5 starts meal? *Tries to chomp said spider* He's gonna be sooo disgusted when someone tells him he tried to eat one fkdkdlfmfl

Oh poor MK. He’ll be teased about this for the rest of his days.

@sailera ha chiesto: Hello I have question about you Shadowpeach bio dads au- How would Pigsy react that his only employee turned to a baby? And hadn’t answered his phone in few days? Also love your art!! And your ISAT comic got me again interested in playing Sky ✨

Mk only became a baby for like- 20 hours. Mei told him that he stayed at FFM because he was ‘tired after training’. As of now Pigsy didn!t found out

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That's all for this week! Thank you a lot for all the asks!

[ponderingmoonlight]

How JJK men act in and after a fight

Pairing: Gojo x reader, Megumi x reader, Nanami x reader

Word Count: 4,1k (a big baby)

Warnings: obviously hurt in every part but also a loooot of fluff, Megumi being as inexperienced as he is lol, Nanami's part is pure fan service, you're very welcome

Notes: I consider writing part ll of that with Choso, Geto and maybe Toji. If you're down for that, just leave me a comment or a like <3 as always thank y'all from the bottom of my heart for the love and support you give me, I truly don't deserve it <3

Part ll with Geto, Choso and Yuji can be found here

Tags: @ifuckfictionalmen @sanicsmut

Gojo Satoru

“So you think I’m being ridiculous? I saw the way she looked at you and how her hand brushed against yours way too often”, you hiss, whole body trembling in pure rage.

“Oh, so every woman that touches me is apparently into me, now I get it”, he sarcastically remarks.

You bite your tongue, desperately trying to stop yourself from crying. Why is he not able to understand that you don’t feel comfortable with that situation at all? You told him over and over, especially when she completely ignored your presence on your first meeting. How does he not see all of this?

“You…You transferred money to her. A lot, actually. And all of that after she completely ignored me when you introduced me”

“Just like I do for you-“

“I’m your wife, moron!”, you scream on top of your lungs.

Satoru’s face is twisted in annoyance. He thought he’d come home to your loving arms, cuddling on the couch after a stressful day. But this? You stormed into him the second he opened the door, holding up bank statements. Over the past weeks, this happened way too often, interrupting your otherwise very peaceful marriage in a way Satoru can’t take any longer.

“So what? We’re colleagues, (y/n). You are my wife, why don’t you get that I am forced to work with other women from time to time?”, he questions.

The way he rolls his blue orbs at you sends you over the edge completely.

“So colleagues transfer money, hold deep eye contact and touch each other oh so casually when having a conversation? Don’t fuck with me, Satoru. I told you over and over that it bugs me, that I’m concerned. And you do absolutely nothing about it.”

“Maybe if you’d stop acting like a bitch!”, he cries out in frustration.

Your heart sinks immediately when is words hit you with full force. Even though your relationship with Satoru does get pretty heated from time to time, he never called you names. Never.

Not until now, when it comes to that woman.

You need to get off his sight, away from his stinging presence. Without saying another word, you storm into your shared bedroom and lock the door behind you before he’s able to follow you.

“Maybe if you’d stop acting like a bitch!”

His stinging words repeat themselves over and over in your head while you can’t hold back your tears any longer. This is so unfair. Why is he too blind to see the way she hunts after him, that she wants him to be more than a simple colleague? All you want him is to understand how uncomfortable this situation is for you, that you feel somehow betrayed.

“Open the door, (y/n)”, his clear voice is heard from behind the door.

Satoru knew he overdid it the second he saw the devastated look on your face. No matter how ridiculous this whole topic is, you don’t deserve his anger towards you. Mei isn’t more than a colleague for him though, a woman he has worked with on missions for years. She surely doesn’t like him like that, it’s simply impossible-

His phone vibrates in his pants, making him take a look at the screen.

What do you think about dinner tonight? Just the two of us.

He signs at her message, realization hitting him like a wall. Fuck, what did he do? The countless times her touch brushed over him, the messages she sent him not work related at all every night and how she always avoided the conversation when it came to you flood his mind uncontrollably. How could he make you feel this way? You told him over and over that you feel uncomfortable with this situation, asked him for compromises. And now…

Now he made you feel unwanted, delusional and dumb. You are his wife, the love of his life, the one thing that keeps him going in this world full of madness.

“Can you let me in, (y/n)? I’m sorry…”, he hushes against the closed door.

You can’t catch your breath, dry sobs hunt your body down when a new wave of sorrow washes over you. Does he even love you? All this time you thought you were the love of his life, his pride. But now…It feels like he chose that woman over you, that he cares about her opinion and feelings more than yours.

“I’m coming in”, he softly announces.

Of course, a simple closed door can’t keep him out if he doesn’t want to.

The second he lays his eyes on your crumpled on the floor figure, his heart completely breaks. Instantly, he kneels down in front of you and embraces you in his arms while your sobs make him hate himself even more.

“I’m so unbelievable sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean it like that at all. It’s just that in my world, there’s only you and no one else. I never understood how you even get the idea of me liking another woman because this scenario is ridiculous to me. I shouldn’t have lashed out on you like that. I’m so so sorry…”, he mumbles against your ear.

Despite his words still haunt your mind, you can’t help but let yourself fall at least a little into his inviting arms, tears staining his uniform.

“I will talk to her and make clear that you are the one and only for me, I promise.”

It’s impossible to stay mad at him for long. You wrap your longing arms around him, forehead pressed against his.

“So you understand my point?”, you mutter.

“I do and I’m sorry for making you feel this way. You are the only woman in my life and I love you more than anything else”, he reassures you once again.

You definitely won’t get him away this easily. After all, words mean nothing without action. But this is a step in the right direction and for now, you can definitely live with that.

“Now, please stop crying, I’ll call her right away and we’ll watch your favorite show and order some food after, what do you think?”

“Only if you pay”, you sniff.

Megumi Fushiguro

“Oh, where are you going?”, you question when your boyfriend Megumi gets up from the bed so early in the morning that it’s still dark outside.

The last few weeks were like a trip to hell and back, it seems like your relationship consists of Megumi going on missions while you have to stay behind. Before this night, you haven’t seen him for one whole week and while you do understand his responsibly as a jujutsu sorcerer, you can’t help but feel hurt.

“On a mission of course”, he remarks dryly.

Your eyes begin to burn as your heart sinks. It’s like you don’t know him anymore, as if he’s only the shell of the man you used to love. Is he so sick of you that he doesn’t want to spend a single day on your side? Is all of this on purpose? You can’t hold back any longer.

“You’re always leaving me”, you blurt out.

It shouldn’t bother you. After all, you’re a jujutsu sorcerer yourself. Despite being Shoko’s trainee you should be aware of the fact that this job is a mess and means you have to dedicate your whole life to it.

But still you can’t help but fell hurt. Hurt because your boyfriend doesn’t even smile anymore when he returns, hurt because he comes and goes without saying a word, hurt because you feel like you lost him.

“What was that?”, he grumbles.

“Do you think I do this on purpose?”

“I just feel like you’re never here. And I miss you.”

“Not all of us have an easy job like you, (y/n).”

You swallow hard. Wow, that is new. And extremely painful. Even though you aren’t out there fighting, you still have a lot to do, working your ass off so everyone survives, day and night ready if something happens. This is just not fair.

“You think my job is easy? Stitch yourself up next time, then”, you hiss and cross your arms over your chest.

“Don’t come at me. You started this whole thing!”

“Yeah, I ‘started this whole thing’ because you are my boyfriend and I love you, and I…I fucking miss you! But fine, if you don’t feel the same I’ll just leave.”

It’s ridiculous and you know it, mind screaming violently, begging you to stay. But your heart can’t. This was simply too much. You can’t stay here with a boy that treats you like this.

“If you leave now-“

“Then what?”, you interrupt him immediately, cold eyes glaring at him while your hand rests on the door.

“You’ll leave? You leave every time, Megumi. See you around…Or not.”

And with that, you leave him standing in his room alone, staring at the door like an idiot. What the hell has gotten into you? Since when are you acting up like that? He doesn’t know you like that. But still, your words do make him wonder if you’re somehow right…

He shakes his head violently. No, you’re being ridiculous. Maybe you need to sleep in and you’ll figure this out as soon as he returns.

But one things for sure: Megumi definitely won’t make the first move.

And so days pass until finally weeks begin to pass without both of you saying a single word to each other. Every time you see him you feel like dying inside, heart screaming at you in agony to stop your stubbornness, to approach him and say sorry. But you can’t. You simply can’t over the fact that he let you go like that, not even looking your direction when you cross each other. It’s like he doesn’t know you anymore despite all the nights you shared with each other, despite the intimate moments you’ve had.

No, it seems like he doesn’t care at all.

“Hey (y/n)!”, Nobara greets you.

“Hey, I’m in a bit of a rush”, you explain briefly, already on your way to assist Shoko in an autopsy of a curse.

“It’s just…(y/n), are you and Megumi okay?”, Nobara mutters, her face twisted in concern like you’ve never seen before.

You stop in your tracks, a new wave of grief washing over you. No, nothing is okay, absolutely nothing to be exact. You want to scream it into her face, break down crying, let all your feelings out. But instead, you just gift her an empty smile and say:

“Sure.”

‘Sure’ as if he never raised his voice at you, ‘sure’ as if Megumi would care about you feeling lonely and missing him, ‘sure’ as if you actually meant something to him

“I mean it’s none of my business but…You guys haven’t talk for what feels like an eternity, you are no longer there and I’m just worried that he messed things up with you, y’know…Well, let me know if I can help you with something, okay?”

She gently places her hand on your shoulder while you have to force yourself to not shed a tear. Oh, if she only knew. If she only knew that the last weeks were absolute hell, that you feel like dying inside. But this is something you and Megumi have to deal with alone. Even Nobara can’t help you with that.

You say goodbye to her and walk towards the laboratory, tears still stinging threatening in your eyes. How much you long for talking to him, to tell him how much his words really hurt you. But you can’t bring yourself to make the first step. After all, you tried to talk this out multiple times only for him to not even listen. No, this time he’ll have to make the first move if he wants you back.

If…

“(y/n).”

That voice. That oh so familiar voice that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Megumi”, you breathe out, slowly turning around to face him.

There he stands, scratching his head while looking at your feet, eyes not meeting your gaze.

“How…how you’ve been?”

Even a blind man would see the blush creeping up his face…Is he embarrassed? Painfully awkward silence hangs between you two as all you can do is stare at him, your blood slowly but surely boiling up. Is he really asking you how you’ve been after not talking to you for weeks, ignoring you every time he saw you?

“You have some fucking nerves”, you spit at him, closing the gap between you two with a rushed movement.

“You’re not talking with me for weeks and now you’re asking how I’ve been? I’ve been miserable, Megumi. I felt like dying every time you ignored me!”

Fuck, don’t cry. Don’t let him see how you really feel. Your trembling hands frantically wipe away the threatening tears, eyes darted towards him.

“I just couldn’t, (y/n). It’s just…I…”, he stumbles over his very own words, fingers over and over running through his hair.

“I was able to see it until I thought about it. I’ve been a horrible boyfriend, (y/n). So horrible that I thought you’d be better off without me. But I’m simply too selfish to let you go. I’m sorry for not making time for you, I’m sorry for treating you like shit, I’m sorry for making you feel like I didn’t love you when in reality, all I was able to think about was you and how much I missed you sleeping besides me”, he suddenly blurts out, leaving you completely speechless.

This is everything. Everything you longed for, ever single word you graved so deeply. Did this thick silence really change the way he sees your relationship now? A look into his sorrow – filled eyes is enough to realize that he’s telling the truth, making your heart jump up and down.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because I know I’m not the boy you deserve and I’d fully understand if you’re having enough of me. I just wanted to let you know that I can see it now and that I want to give you what you deserve if you let me.”

The glistening in his eyes literally begs you for a second chance while your very own heart screams at you. Of course you want him back, Megumi is everything you ever wanted. But he’ll have to show that it’s really different this time.

“Promise me something”, you announce.

He tilts his head to his side, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

“Promise me you’ll stay with me today, that we’ll spend time together. No mission, no obligations.”

“I’ll stay as long as you need, as long as you want me around, (y/n). This time without you hurt like hell, I simply don’t want to let you go again”, he hushes, his tender fingertips brushing over your arms.

“That sounds good…”, you mutter, resting your head against his chest.

God, how much you missed that feeling. Even though your relationship had its ups and downs, you always admired the way Megumi was able to calm you down in an instant with a simple touch of his hand.

Maybe you will figure it out now. And maybe him not having time for you stays in the past forever.

Kento Nanami

“Fuck”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

You’re on your way home after a pretty ugly mission. And even though Shoko already stitched you up, you feel like dying. Everything just hurts, it’s hard to even walk.

The thought of your husband at home makes your guts turn. Not because you don’t love him or aren’t longing to see him, but because of your recent conversation.

“It can’t go on like this, (y/n). You’re always injured and it’s starting to concern me. Maybe I have to talk t-“

“No”, you interrupted him immediately.

“Please don’t. I’ll be careful from now on. I promise.”

“Fine. But if this happens again, I’ll have a talk with the elders.”

And it happened again. All these missions one after another really took their toll on your concentration. One moment of unwariness was enough to sweep you off your feet, thigh sliced open in the nastiest way you’ve ever seen. Shoko told you it will take some time to heal entirely, but if Kento gets to see this…

“Maybe I should call Nanami to pick you up. You really can’t walk like that (y/n).”

“No, please don’t!”, you begged Shoko for dear life.

“I don’t want this to cause trouble. It’s fine, really!”

“You almost died, (y/n)”, she remembered you dryly.

“And I will definitely die if you tell him. Please Shoko.”

She signed.

“Fine. Just be careful and visit me tomorrow…”

You swallow. A fight seems inevitable if you won’t hide your wound from him.

You take a deep breath, keys trembling in your sweaty palms. Fuck, why does this have to ache so badly? Shoko gave so some pain killers, you shouldn’t feel a single thing.

No, focus. Pain is only in your head. But Kento is very real.

With one last stolen glance at your injured leg you open the door, forcing a smile on your face. Where is he? Your heart beats out of your chest, hands so sweaty that you have to wipe them on your coat.

“Kento?”, you shout into the quiet living room, closing the door behind you gently.

“There you are, sweetheart”, his voice coos out of the bedroom.

Your breath hitches, eyes wide open at the sight in front of you. There he stands, your loving husband. Dressed in nothing but his pants, bare chest immediately captivating you. Oh god, he looks so delicious that you feel like fainting, hungry eyes roaming over his tight muscles as if you haven’t seen him like that hundreds of times before.

“Where have you been? A mission like that shouldn’t take this long.”

He begins to approach you elegantly, staring at you with a small smile on his delicate lips.

“Y-yeah…Still had something to…y’know…say…to Shoko”, you stutter.

Why does he have to look so absolutely delicious? And why does your leg suddenly feel so…wet?

“Are you alright? You seem a little unfocused today. Did you get hurt?”

His eyes scan over your body without any mercy, forcing you to hide your leg behind the other.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine”, you press out.

No, you’re anything but fine. The way your other leg brushes against your injured one makes you see stars. You feel like fainting and throwing up at the same time, sweat running down your forehead uncontrollably. You need medication – now.

“I planned something very excited for us today. Something you might like”, he purrs, closing the distance between your bodies.

His hand grabs your waist passionately while your mixed emotions take your breath away. God, how much you love the way his arms wrap themselves around you, knowing exactly that this leads you directly into the bedroom.

But that means…

“Oh yeah?”, you chuckle nervously.

That means he’ll see the wound you’re so desperately trying to hide.

“Absolutely”, he breathes against your ear.

Oh god, this is so good…No, it’s not good at all. You need to get away from him, out of this misery, into t-

A toe-curling scream escapes your lips before you even realize what is happening, body stumbling backwards.

“(y/n)!”, Nanami mutters, eyes wide open.

He squeezed your leg like he always does and just the way you like it. Why on earth are you acting like that? That haunted look on your face almost makes it seem as if he hurt you.

Lost in thoughts, he looks down at his hand.

His blood-smeared hand.

It slowly dawns to him. No, it isn’t because he did something you don’t like. It’s because you’re injured again. And you decided to lie into his face about it.

“What is this?”

Your husband’s voice sounds as unpromising as you imagined it in this situation, eyes widen in horror while you’re still panting in agony.

Fuck. Your heart drops immediately by the sight of his blood smeared hand. Kento is an outstanding smart man, too clever to be considered an idiot by your actions.

“You promised me to stay safe. And that you lie to be about being injured...”

“(y/n), look at me”, he insists, grabbing your chin.

His eyes seem to stare right through your soul as he glances down at you, jaw tightened.

“I can’t believe you lied to me.”

“Only because you’d freak out”, you reply in your own defense.

“Like I should! I told you over and over to look out for yourself, to skip a few missions before you get seriously hurt. And what is that, huh?”

He points at your wounded leg, blood now soaking through the fabric of your skirt.

“You are severely injured. Just like I predicted.”

You feel like a child being scolded by her parents. Even though Kento never raises his voice at you aggressively, you can tell by the way his whole body tenses up and that glistening in his gaze that he’s absolutely furious.

“I am able to look after myself. I know what’s best for me”, you remark annoyed.

Fuck, you’re so damn tired. All you want is to bandage yourself up and go to sleep.

“Yes, I can see that.”

Something about his sarcastic tone and the way he stares down at you while shaking his head makes you snap.

“I’m a grown woman, I don’t need you to look after me like a damn child! Mind your own business, Kento!”

“You are my business. You are my wife. It’s my responsibility to take care of you!”, he barks back.

“But I don’t want you to take care of me, I want you to leave me alone!”, you spit into his face, making him drop his shoulders immediately.

God, you want to take that back straightaway, knowing damn well how your comment hurt his feelings. But at the moment, all you can think about is a warm bed and finally some rest.

You drag yourself into the bedroom and let your trembling body fall onto the mattress. This is not fair, right? After all, you aren’t a child anymore, you are able to look after yourself…right?

You close your eyes, the disappointed look on Kento’s face lingering through your mind. It wasn’t fair to snap at him, though. He is your husband, always caring about you. No, he certainly doesn’t deserve you to treat him like this.

Three soft knocks on the door.

“Can I come in?”, his damped voice questions.

“Sure”, you mumble.

You can’t even look at him when he enters the room in silence, elegant steps leading him to the bed where he sits down next to you. Suddenly, he begins to rip open a package of bandages, catching your attention.

“What are you doing?”

“I take care of you. May I?”

His gaze wanders to your skirt, eyes asking you for permission to pull it up.

“Sure…”, you mutter, a slight blush creeping up your face when his fingers brush over your panties.

“How did this happen?”, he asks softly while his skilled fingers remove the blood soaked bandage.

“I don’t know exactly. Wasn’t paying full attention and got hit by a curse.”

“I see.”

Despite all the things you said to him, despite the way you hurt him a few minutes ago, your man kneels in front of you and caresses your wound with so much affection that it doesn’t hurt at all. Your eyes wander over him, how his gaze is focused exclusively on your thigh, skilled fingers working wonders.

“I’m sorry for lashing out and not telling you”, you let out, not able to hold in your bad conscience any longer.

“I understand that I put you in an uncomfortable position when I threatened to talk to the elders about this and I’m very sorry for that. But it can’t go on like this, (y/n). This is the 5th serious injury within three weeks and I’m truly worried about you. I don’t want you to end like-“

He stops himself from finishing that sentence but oh you know exactly what he means and it shatters your heart. Without hesitation, your fingers grab his face gently, eyes locking with yours.

“I love you, Kento. And I see that you’re right. I’ll talk to the elders tomorrow myself about that”, you assure him.

A small but precious smile appears on his face, free hand caressing your cheek with so much affection that you have to hold back a tear.

“You’re my everything, sweetheart. Let’s stitch you up and go to bed.”

[floatyflowers]

Sister Complex| Yandere! Oshi No Ko various x reader| Chapter 3

Chapter 2

It has been four years since you got reborn as Ai's daughter.

And let us just say that life is going smoothly and easily for you.

You have a loving mother and siblings.

Well, Aqua and Ruby are kind of overprotective of you.

To the point where they chased away all of your kindergarten friends.

So, you can only be around them.

Surprisingly,  Ai herself encourages them to do so.

Unfortunately for you,  your siblings were sick today,  they have a stomach ache.

So, you had no one to play with at kindergarten.

You were all alone.

Right now,  you are waiting for your mother to come and pick you up as she promised.

But today,  she is late.

Which is strange, because she always arrives on time or even early.

But, you don't mind waiting for her.

While waiting outside, you watch the kids walk home with their parents while you stand alone, looking down at your shoes.

This feels uneasy, having to wait for someone to come and pick you up.

While waiting,  you don't notice someone approaching you until you feel their appearance beside you.

You turn to look at the person beside you,  however when your eyes land on the familiar face.

Your heart drops to your stomach.

"Hello"

Hikaru Kamiki greets you with a smile,  his eyes staring down at you,  his star pupils sending shivers down your body.

"Mama told me not to talk to strangers" you stutter out in fear,  clutching tightly into your backpack.

"But, I'm not a stranger, now, am I?"

Your eyes widen at his words, thinking that he knows about your reincarnation.

But,  that's impossible.

"You are a stranger, I don't know who you are, sir," you say,  looking ahead of you instead of him.

Hikaru chuckles and pats your head.

"You are a very intelligent child, you remind me of a dear friend of mine"

Back you could say anything, he walks away from you,  leaving you in confusion.

Then you hear the familiar voice of Ai,  calling for you      

"I'm here now, sorry for being late!"

✨🎭✨  

The next day, you stay at home, doing nothing but watching TV.

However, you didn't expect to watch your mother get attacked by the same stalker that killed you.

And when you tried to protect her, you get hit on the head sharply.

The hit was enough to make you lose consciousness.

However, the last thing you saw, is the lifeless eyes of your mother staring at you with a smile on her face.

You wake up two days later to find yourself surrounded by your siblings...

...not remember anything about your past life.

Chapter 4

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26 Ways of Taking You: I for Incubus

Summary: You suppose the deal technically went correctly, but when the incubus said he required your life force, you thought he meant... well your life.

Notes: ~2.9k words. I don't know what I wanted to do with this fic, all I know was that Dream would rock an autonomous tail.

Warnings/Tags: MDNI - 18+, Incubus!Dream x Reader, dubious consent ngl, demons do not care for condoms or sex safety, Dream has a tail and it does things, does this count as ritual sex, size difference, belly bulge, womb tattoo hehe, his wiener is weeeeeird, his tongue is weeeeeeird

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H for Heat ⇆ J for Joyride

“Hoc carmine, dae…daemo—erm, daemonium somno accerso qui vocatis respondeat meis. Quis mihi det quod quaero. Quis mercedem suam accipiet pro suo servitio?” You read out, stuttering on a few pronunciations.

The circle of candles flickers creating shadows over your kneeling, naked form. You frown at the old parchment still, looking between it and the chalk-drawn symbol in the middle of your basement floor. You are sure the symbol was drawn correctly and the candles were placed just like the diagram. So then… Why isn’t anything happening?

Maybe you read it wrong. You squint at the parchment again and begin to chant once more. “Hoc carmine—”

The candles went out and you suck your lips in to suppress the scream that tried to burst out. Your sick mother’s room was just above the basement that you find yourself in and you didn’t want to cause a scene. 

“What do you want?” A voice calls out, slow and seductive in the shadows. 

You blink a few times, trying to will your eyes to get used to the sudden darkness in the room. The creature didn’t speak again, waiting impatiently for your request. It has been years since the last time he was summoned, and he was positively starving for some human flesh. 

“My mother, she’s sick,” you explain, your own voice echoing back to you in the tense atmosphere. 

“How drab, how boring,” it tsks with a click of his tongue. “You wish for me to make her well and ‘you’ll do anything, I promise’,” the creature says mockingly. 

You don’t respond for a moment, the demon you summoned summarizing the speech you had spent the last week practicing to a mere few words. “Yeah… that’s pretty much it.”

“Very well, what do you have to give in return for my service?” It asks you, still veiled in the darkness. “But know this, I am quite indifferent to your human, materialistic objects. Money will have no benefit to you tonight, little one.”

“Well, what do you want then?” You ask in a shaky breath. You can’t see him, but you can feel his eyes raking over your naked form. 

“Your life force seems good enough for me,” it hums in thought. “Young… vital… yes…”

Your life force for your mother’s health? That was an easy decision, but when faced with the uncertainty of death do you hesitate. You still had so much of your life ahead of you. Friends to meet, foods to try, hell you haven’t even found a romantic partner yet. But, your life isn’t the one that’s dying right now. 

“Okay,” you breathe out shakily. 

“Then the deal is set.”

The candles flicker back one by one until the shadow reveals itself to you within the circle. His legs are crossed, his arms resting on his knees. He is every bit as the paper described him: hair as dark as midnight, skin pale as death, sullen black eyes with the stars within them.

The parchment fails to mention, however, the thin tail that was swaying back and forth within the barriers of the summoning circle. Or the horns that protruded out of his head. The demon smiles at you, a haunting image full of sharp teeth and a darting, long tongue that licked his lips. 

“Release me from my confines and we can set the plan in motion,” he whispers in a low growl to you, moving to stand on his haunches. His figure seems to grow with the one subtle movement, towering over you as you swallow.

“I release you,” you command with a tremble in your voice. 

Nothing physical changes around you but the shift is noticeable anyway. The candles blow outward from him as if trying to escape their own wicks. The smell he emits permeates your nose, something like soot and flames and a tinge of death.

You blink and he lunges at you, pining you to the ground and an unexpected scream leaves your lips. It didn’t hurt, not much, except for the wooden floor digging into your shoulder blades, but you still screamed. 

“If you want it to be easy, do not scream. Your fear makes you all the more tempting,” he purrs into your neck and you turn your head away. 

Your body trembles under his gaze, eyes roaming around the basement space of your childhood home. They lock onto a random water stain as you try to distract yourself from your imminent death. The stain looks like Elton John, you thought to yourself before squeezing your eyes shut. 

You feel his breath over your skin and you’re begging he’ll do it mercifully, straight for the neck and then you wouldn’t feel the pain of your body being eaten by all of those sharp teeth. But it doesn’t come.

Your eyes snap open as you feel the undeniable slimy and wet sensation of his forked tongue on your neck. It stops just over your jugular, feeling the erratic pulse through the vein. Thick, fast, so full of life and he groans at the rhythmic thump against his tongue. 

His tail moves along your leg, feeling the soft skin beneath its silky scales. The ticklish sensation makes you squirm in its grasp, kicking your legs fruitlessly against it as it crawls higher on your thigh. The point of it settles between the sensitive heat before your legs and you let out a broken gasp.

Oh, my god. He’s not going to kill you. He’s going to fuck you senseless!

“I thought you were going to kill me,” you pant as his tongue licks the hollow divot above your collarbone. 

He hums as he tastes the adrenaline in your sweat. “One does not kill off the lamb for meat when it can still provide wool.” He pauses for a moment, pulling away from your neck to look at you. “You thought I was going to kill you?”

You look back at him, your eyes meeting the endless void that is his. “Well, yeah. You said ‘life force.’ That seems pretty… death-y to me.”

“Why are humans so dreary?” He asks himself before he remembers that he is here to feast on your body and returns his lips to your body. 

You don’t bother with a response, not when your back was arching at the way his lips trailed down the valley between your breasts. His lips hover over your left breast, feeling the blistering speed at which your heart pounded in your chest. 

The ever so subtle thrum of life makes his eyes flutter in satisfaction, the feeling of life something he has missed the feeling of. Your body was so warm against his cold one, he just couldn’t help sealing his lips across the nipple. 

“Holy…fuck,” you curse out at the sensitive sensation.

The fork in his tongue lavishes around the peak, it meets the sensitive bud and then spreads out again as his mouth continues to suckle on your breast. The moans he manages to elicit from you are quiet and restrained and he needs more from you. 

“This deal is two sided,” he begins, whispering in a gruff voice as he moves over to your other breast. “If you want your mother to become well again, I need you to start making more noise.” 

The tail that was obediently nestled between your legs begins to move higher, the blunt point of it finding your enlarged clit easily. You couldn’t help the moan that escapes your lip when it slides across the sensitive nerve, using your own arousal to its benefit. 

“Yes, just like that,” the demon praises as he hears your broken gasps and moans. His own groan vibrates against the smooth skin of your breast as he indulges himself against the thrum of your heartbeat again. 

Your hips buck involuntarily against his tail, the sensation something you craved. Then you would squirm away with a whimper on your tongue as the sensation grows too much, too quick. The longer the tail swirled around your weeping cunt, the harsher you began to clench around nothing. It gives a rewarding slap down on your clit, eliciting another wonderous moan from your throat. 

The demon has returned to your neck, rekindling his fascination with your neck and the vein it housed. He bites into the skin, watching with sick satisfaction as the blood trails down the muscles of your neck. Pleasure succumbs to pain and pain to pleasure once again as he soothes over the bites with his tongue. The saliva is cool against the wounds, stopping the bleeding all the same. His lips ghost across your neck, satiating his own greed and biting down again just to taste the iron. 

“Red looks good on you,” he hums, his arms entrapping themselves around you as your back arches off the ground again. 

With ease, he rests you on his squatting lap and the obvious hard arousal he sports lays heavy against your stomach. The demon looks around the basement before he eyes landed on an abandoned work bench. In two strides he makes it there and unceremoniously drops you onto the table. The tools clatter as you're dropped down and even with your body on an elevated platform, he still towers over you. 

You looked absolutely ravishing in his gaze. Wide eyed with lust blown pupils, the ragged breathing from your dried lips, and the dried blood that ribbons down your neck like a gift just for him to open. His hands go to your hips again, lifting them to meet his. 

In the dim light, you notice his cock, or should you even call it that if it was as ribbed and as thick as it was? He paints himself with your wetness, using your own arousal to coat himself as he pushes the blunt of his head against your entrance. His tail finds itself wrapped around your thigh again, tightening on itself like a python upon its prey. Your thigh pudges against the bondage and it's the only grounding thing against your overheating body. 

He gives an experimental push forward, groaning at the way your arousal squelches around him.

"Breathe," he tells you.

You let go of the breath you were holding, taking in a shaky breath and allowing your body to grow limp in his hold. At the next exhale, he smiles, a disturbingly haunting and arousing image, and he gives into you the first two inches. 

Your breath stills in your lungs again, head snapping to the wooden table beneath you and you can see the stars dancing across your eyelids. The stretch was foreign, intrusive almost, as he takes you slowly. You need to breathe. Fuck, how do you breathe? Your body racks as it takes in a shaky breath and he stills within you. 

“Scream my name,” he commands in a growl above you. 

“Daemonium somno,” you simply moan. Your eyes meet him again in a desperate attempt at connection. 

“No,” he scowls, pushing a little further into your cunt. “That is my title. Say my name, little one.”

“I—I don’t know it!” You pant out, stuttering your answer. The further he pushed, the more of your ability to think seems to vanish into thin air. You’re sure you saw the name in passing somewhere, in the old leather bound book from which you ripped the ritual parchment from.

The incubus holds your hips down to sustain your squirming. He lets out a satisfied groan as he sees himself full in you, the defining shape of his cock bulging from your stomach. You were so warm, it enveloped him like the life you represented. He takes his hips back, eyes never leaving his own cock impression as it descends. When he pushes back in and your body trembles beneath him, his fingers trace the outline of his cock. 

“Repeat after me, little one,” the demon commands. “Mor-phe-us.”

“Mor…” you gasp as his hand trails under your breasts again. “Mor-phe…” the words get caught in your throat. 

“Yes, just like that. One more try, one more,” he coos above you, rutting his hip against your cunt again. 

“Morpheus!” You cry out, head thrown back as he pulls out and pushes in again, slowly and inch by thick inch. 

“Again,” he instructs. His cock warms itself in you, the coldness slowly ebbing away as it nests in there. Each pulse from your cunt conforms itself towards the shape that is so uniquely him. 

“Morpheus!” You scream again, your nails finding purchase against his arms and he hisses in pleasure as you draw black blood from his skin. 

Your back is arched like a taut bow, your thighs trembling as he lifts a leg above his hip, only to drive himself deeper into you. Only to satiate his own ego as he sees your belly bulge with himself. Your moans are nothing but a discordant symphony in his ears; so chaotic yet pleasing as he inserts himself over and over again. 

Morpheus’ tail unravels itself, wanting a taste of something other than the skin around your thigh. There is a wrapping imprint on your skin, something that will take months to heal and remind you of the incubus Morpheus for days to come. It teases the sensitive peak of your breasts, ghosting over your breasts, wrapping itself around the mound and squeezing tightly to massage them. 

“Oh god!” You jolt at the sensation. 

“There are no gods here.” Morpheus condemns your outburst with a particularly hard thrust, bruising your cervix and you cry out for him again. 

Morpheus continues you fuck you, his hands bringing your hips to meet his thrusts, spurred on by the sound of your babbling nonsense. Occasionally his name would fall from his lips amongst the pleas of ‘too much,’ or ‘so good,’ that he doesn’t really know or care if you want to stop. 

Each drag of Morpheus’ cock has you reeling in pleasure and the promise of the most earth shattering orgasm is just on the horizon of your grasp. You’re simply begging now—please, please, please, please!—the words barely heard above the erotic sound of slick squelching and the creek of the tool bench beneath you. 

His tail slithers away, and Morpheus smirks as you whimper at the lost sensation. Your whimper turns into another moan as it finds itself against your clit again, rubbing it in fast circles in sync with Morpheus’ thrusts. 

“Oh, fuck. I’m going to… going to…” you try to warn but it just comes out as a stuttering mess, again. 

“Come for me. Give me your vitality.” Morpheus’ voice penetrates the sex-numbing haze that your mind was in. 

Your walls clench around him like a vice, your orgasm taking over your entire body as it shakes each one of your muscles. Your mouth is gaping open as it tries to take in as much air as possible, your chest heaving with breath. The moment shakes you through your core, igniting your nerves with life at the sudden release. 

Morpheus spills himself into you and you groan at the sensation of his cold seed taking residence inside of your cunt. His hips stutter, indulgently giving away to a few more pumps just to feel your walls spasm around him as his cock pumps within you. 

“That was…” you swallow, resting your head on the table again and closing your eyes. You take a deep breath, feeling your heart start to slow down as Morpheus softens and pulls out of your now weeping cunt. A few large drops of your mixed orgasmic releases fall to the basement floor and you grimace at the thought of cleaning it.  “Do you do other deals? Like… what if I want a million dollars right now or something?”

“One deal per summon as per the old laws I’m afraid, little one,” Morpheus chuckles, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “But…”

A warm sensation spreads across your lower stomach and you prop yourself up on shaking arms to look. Morpheus’ nail draws an intricate rune on your lower stomach, just over where your womb is. The nail cuts at your skin, and you see the blood dewing on your skin but no pain follows. It glows for a moment before dying down into simple black ink. 

“If you wish to make another deal, this binds you to me. It will only be me that will come to answer your prayers,” he promises but it almost sounds like a threat with the way his tongue licks across his lips. “Your vitality is addictive on my body, little one.”

“And what about my side of the deal? My mother?” You ask.

As if on cue, you hear your mother calling your name in the kitchen above. She wasn’t even able to get out of bed a few moments ago, but the way the pots and pans were banging against each other was telling enough that Morpheus held up to his end of the bargain. 

“Thank you,” you sigh out with relief. 

“I will see you soon, little one.” One blink and he was gone already. 

The summoning circle has been erased from the floor and the candles look like they were never burned. But the tattoo over your womb remained, so did the bruises of his bites and tail that wrapped around you. They were the only signs that anything happened at all. 

“Are you going to come up here and help me or do I have to do everything by myself?” Your mother shouts at you. 

“Coming!” You reply back after another deep breath. 

Now, where did you put your clothes?

Having fun times in the basement sounds like tetanus waiting to happen.

So that's your lesson, get your tetanus shot before you go summoning demons. Be safe out there.

♡ Yours, Layla

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H for Heat ⇆ J for Joyride

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Show Off - Utahime

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, mirror sex, reader's a bit of a bimbo, utahime is more dominant, lingerie

A/n: Day 12: Lingerie! I'm fighting for my fucking life guys trying to catch up to kinktober

Word count: 2.0k

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Utahime lifted her gaze up at the miniature store sign above the changing room doors. Stockings!!! And in a cotton-candy neon pink stinging her eyes the longer she held her glare. She sighed.

This was the last place she wanted to be on her off day: Huddled up in the stuffy changing room area of a swanky clothing store, the humidity sticking clothes to her skin. 

But you had insisted (and when had she ever been able to say no to you?), Shoko and Mei Mei voting on the trip as well. It had been unanimous. Utahime had felt particularly betrayed by Shoko. Traitor.

Utahime switched her glare to her phone, the blue-light glare aiding the imminent headache creeping to life. Another sigh.

Of course, there was another reason she didn’t want to be here. Seeing you in tight lingerie was not going to be good for her.

Shoko knew that.

Girls a decade younger giggled as they passed by with their chosen garments packed in designer paper bags. Utahime’s head thudded into the wall.

“How much longer are you guys gonna be?” she whined, fanning herself.

“It won’t be long!” You assured.

“Just a few minutes longer.” Mei Mei’s dulcet tones flitted through the changing room door. 

Utahime snorted to herself. “We all know you’re not going to buy anything.”

Mei peeked out the door, eyes perennially sparkling with ill-intent. “Who said anything about buying?”

Utahime rolled her eyes as  You and Shoko cackled offscreen.

“I found something I like.” That was Shoko. “Having a little trouble with the strap, though —“

Utahime struggled to imagine Shoko being sexy for anybody. But, she supposed, a woman could be sexy for herself. She couldn’t help but ask. “You’re trying on lingerie? What’s the occasion?”

“Why does there have to be an occasion, Uta? Maybe she just wants to look snatched.” Mei Mei echoed her unspoken sentiments.

“In fact, now that we’re on the subject,” Shoko began, “I am seeing a little man on the side.”

You gasped, followed by a harsh zipper sound. “Shoko! You never said!” You sighed wistfully. “Everybody’s got a boo these days.”

Shoko poked her head out this time, smirked at Utahime.

Utahime glared as Shoko giggled and retreated into the changing room.

“Done!” You said.

Anxiety married anticipation in Utahime, whirled her stomach as changing room locks came undone.

Shoko was first, fully dressed again in sweater and jeans — and of course never without a cigarette. “It’s just a bra and I’m buying it,” she said when Utahime gave her a crooked look. “They should let me wear it out if I show them the tag.”

Mei Mei was next, twirling in her new ebony-black corset. “Oh, my paypigs are gonna love this,” she said with a giggle.

Shoko laughed as Mei Mei felt the lacy fabric. Your door opened unceremoniously, jumpscaring the three of them.

Utahime stared wide-eyed and speechless as you presented yourself as though on the runway; it was a matching lacy bra and panties. The cups hugged your breasts in delicious black silk, and lace tickled up your sweet thighs from the stockings. You giggled as Shoko and Mei Mei cooed their approval.

Utahime’s mouth ran dry.

“Do you like it?” You asked her, turning to flash your ass. “Does it look like it fits?”

Utahime swallowed nothing. She composed herself when she felt Shoko smirking, adjusting her baseball cap to conceal a blush she knew was there. 

“It’s — it’s nice,” she told you. “And very pretty on you.”

Your blush tore at Utahime’s heart. “Awww, thanks, Uta!” 

“Let’s check out.” Mei Mei walked from the changing room, the clothes she had arrived with presumably in her bag. “That is, if you ladies are happy with everything?”

“You’re going like that?” Utahime deadpanned. 

“Why, of course!” Mei Mei said, giving another twirl. “Maybe I’ll pick another pig or two on the way home?” 

Mei Mei sashayed out of the changing rooms. 

“Oh, I’m not,” You said, still blushing. You retreated into the changing room and closed the door. “Gotta get this home in one piece, after all! I would have to rip it!”

Shoko sauntered toward Utahime and gave her a wink.

“Take your time,” she murmured before following Mei Mei.

Utahime gave her third sigh of the afternoon and reached down for her bag. 

“Ah!”

Utahime lifted her gaze to your door. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, it’s just — ah, this hook, it’s so stubborn.” Your elbow must have knocked against one of the walls; there was a thump, then another. “Ah, I can’t get it. Uta, d’you think you could come in and help me?”

Utahime’s handbag fell from her hands. “Uh … Y— Yes, sorry, uh, just a second!”

Utahime’s hand quivered over the door; it wasn’t locked. She walked in on trembling legs.

Your back was turned to her, facing the full-body mirror, gaze lowered as you focused on the strap buckle. You groaned after another failed attempt to unhook it.

“You know what, maybe I won’t buy it,” You quipped with a nervous laugh. You glanced in the mirror at Utahime, almost for approval. That was funny, right?

Utahime laughed as she approached, wiping sweaty hands on her jeans. “It’d be a shame; it looks really pretty on you.”

You met Utahime’s gaze in the mirror. She cleared her throat. Slowly, you turned to her. A few seconds of silence as you smiled up at her.

“What’s the point of sexy lingerie if you can’t get out of it?” You said — purred.

Utahime blinked. Had she — had she heard you correctly?

You stepped toward her. “Help me get out of this, Uta?” You batted imploring eyelashes. “Please?”

Utahime’s lips parted as you came forward to plant yours against her jaw. Utahime flinched, froze, her heart drumming in her ears as you kissed down the outline of her jaw to her neck. 

“(Y/n) —!”

She had let you back her into the wall opposite the mirror. Utahime tried to grasp you to stop you — it was a bad idea; everywhere she touched was naked skin or skin housed in lace. You were soft to the touch everywhere.

“Mmm … Yes?”

“What are you doing?” Panic sprang in Utahime’s voice. 

“Mmm …” You raised your head to meet her eye. “Kissing you, silly. What do you think?”

“No,” Utahime moaned. She fixed her hands to your hips as you continued smooching her neck. “Stop. You’re — you’re drunk.”

You faced her again, a soft glare there. “I’m not drunk.” Your hand snaked down her thigh, coming to caress her clothed sex. “I’ve never been more sober, or conscious, of what I’m doing.”

Utahime shivered. She bit her lip as you massaged her cunt through her jeans. Your breasts crushed against hers as you kissed her full on the mouth. Utahime parted her lips in shock, inadvertently inviting your tongue to rub against hers. You bucked against her as you explored her mouth. The friction — 

Utahime felt a damn break; she flipped, flattened you against the wall. She broke the kiss, looked down at you.

“Fine then,” she said. “If this is what you want …!”

Her hand slipped past your silk panties, not yet paid for, and played with your moist slit.

“A—ahah …!” You threw your head back as Utahime slipped fingers into the slit of your cunt. “N — No fair, I think you — hah — should get out of your clothes, too …”

Utahime swept two fingers against your clit, relished your startled moan. She nestled toward your ear. “You’re in no place to make demands.” She yanked your panties down and continued her work on you, fiddling with your clit as you gasped. “Dragging me to this place to watch you prance around like a little slut. You know this set is too small for you, and yet you still …”

She scissored her fingers and squeezed them between your clit, jerking it off as she kissed at the shell of your ear.

“Aah! Ha— aha!” 

“Pipe down,” Utahime ordered, fondling one of your tits. “You want the whole store to hear you?”

Her hand, so occupied with your tit, wandered behind you and, with only one hand unhooked your bra. It fell away to your waist before Utahime threw it to the floor. 

You stared, half-naked and breathless, face brushed with red. “How … can I make it up to you?”

Utahime licked her lips — until she realized she could lick you and brought her fingers from your cunt to suck on. She paused in thought before glancing to the mirror. 

“Take those off.” She motioned toward the panties. “Then sit by the mirror.”

You did as instructed, leaving the stockings on. You strolled to the mirror and sat. 

“Spread your legs,” Utahime said. 

You did so. Utahime knelt by your, steadied on her knees. She brought one hand to cup and play with your neglected breast while the other snaked down the plane of your stomach to your cunt. 

“Look at yourself.” She spread your lips, the slick pooled like a honeypot for you to witness. “So you wanted this? To let me see your slutty clothes?”

You whined as Utahime flicked at your lobe, circled your clit with her fingers.

“Y—Yes!”

“You’re worse than Mei Mei.” Utahime slapped your cunt and you flinched from the sting. “Face the mirror. When I take you home tonight, you’re going to undress me and get me off.”

Utahime sunk her fingers into your slick entrance. She pinched and toyed with your nipple as you squirmed in her care. As ordered, your eyes remained fixed to the mirror. 

“You’re going to eat me out and suck on my clit.” Utahime paused as you cried out; she’d found the rough skin of your g-spot while her thumb flicked at your clit. “That’s how you’re going to make it up to me, understand?”

You arched in her hold as she teased you with a potential orgasm. You nodded frantically. “Yes, yes! Oh, god, I want that so much!”

Utahime kissed and sucked at your neck, adding a third finger at last to your torment. You sucked her fingers in with fervor. She thumbed harder at your clit, her other hand forcing one of your tits up to suck at its nipple.

You trembled as her tongue swirled around your bud, the pace of her fingers impossible to keep up with.

“I’m gonna — aha —!”

Utahime withdrew her fingers.

You gasped. “No! No!”

She caressed your face, slick with your wetness, and forced you to look at her from over your shoulder. 

“I’ve loved you for so long,” she said. “I want you to look at me when you cum, all right?”

You nodded, eyes dreamy. You trembled with anticipation as she snaked her hand back down to your needy cunt and submerged her fingers in again.

You captured Utahime’s lips, kissing and licking her tongue as her fingers worked your insides and clit. 

A string of saliva bridged your lips and hers as you parted, eyes widening with the coming climax.

“Cum for me,” Utahime urged. “Mhm, c’mon, you can do it, cum, cum —“

Utahime cupped your mouth in time to stifle your scream. You clenched around her fingers, but she kept massaging that perfect spot inside you. You fell backward, into bliss and into her as she rode you through your orgasm. 

Utahime watched you fall apart in the mirror. She couldn’t have dreamed of a prettier sight. “That’s a good girl, finally doing what you’re told.”

You came down from your high. You stared up at her dreamily. Utahime withdrew her fingers again, licking away your orgasm from her pruney fingers. 

“Did you know I had feelings for you?” Utahime asked as you came down.

Your eyes glittered. “No — I hoped you did! Oh no!” You looked to your drenched stockings, then to the bra and panties strewn over. “I didn’t pay for those!”

“Don’t worry.” Utahime said. “I’ll buy them for you. I want to see you in them again.”

[circus-complex]

A Study on Luo Binghe: Borderline Personality Disorder

Rating: General

Characters: Luo Binghe

Tags: Meta, Character Study

A look at Luo Binghe with the Borderline Personality Disorder Diagnostic Criteria

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Full work under the cut

Disclaimer: I am in no way a medical professional. I am also aware we see Luo Binghe through oddly-tinted glasses due to Shen Yuan’s perspective. I am not diagnosing Luo Binghe with BPD, but as I was reading through SVSSS, I noticed a lot of symptoms. Additionally, I am looking at Luo Bing-mei.

First off: What is Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)? Borderline Personality Disorder is a disorder that - as the name suggests - affects a person's personality and their interactions with others. One of the pages from Mayo Clinic states it “includes a pattern of unstable, intense relationships, as well as impulsiveness and an unhealthy way of seeing themselves.” (Mayo Clinic Staff, January 31 2024).

What causes BPD? While there have not been concrete reasons found yet, “studies suggest that genetic, environmental, and social factors may increase the risk of developing it.” (National Institute of Mental Health, April 2024). If family members have it, you may be at a higher risk of developing it. Childhood trauma, such as experiencing continuous abandonment and hardship, may be a factor.

While researching for this essay, I wound up finding a reddit post that talked about specific examples where Luo Binghe exhibited symptoms of BPD. The post will be linked at the end (with my other sources), they did the hard work for me.

So, what are the symptoms of BPD? Glad you asked!

A strong fear of abandonment. This includes going to extreme measures so you're not separated or rejected, even if these fears are made up.

Luo Binghe has shown an intense fear of Shen Qingqiu leaving him. Whenever Shen Qingqiu seems even the slightest bit annoyed with Luo Binghe, he breaks into tears. Shen Qingqiu could be serious or not, but Luo Binghe always interprets it as “He will leave me”.

A pattern of unstable, intense relationships, such as believing someone is perfect one moment and then suddenly believing the person doesn't care enough or is cruel.

Luo Binghe has very few friends, with only Mobei-Jun and Sha Hualing, and they are his subordinates. While he is close with Shen Qingqiu, he goes from seemingly hating him to loving and adoring him. Plus, he needs constant reassurance that Shen Qingqiu still loves him.

While I would not say Luo Binghe’s self image is reliant on Shen Qingqiu’s opinion, it does seem that way sometimes.

Periods of stress-related paranoia and loss of contact with reality. These periods can last from a few minutes to a few hours.

While these sorts of periods have never been explicitly mentioned, the scene with Xin Mo could be interpreted as such. Yes, it was an evil sword, but I see Xin Mo as just…making the feelings worse

Impulsive and risky behavior, such as gambling, dangerous driving, unsafe sex, spending sprees, binge eating, drug misuse, or sabotaging success by suddenly quitting a good job or ending a positive relationship.

This is one of the symptoms that I do not remember Luo Binghe showing. Please tell me if he does.

Threats of suicide or self-injury, often in response to fears of separation or rejection. Quick changes in how you see yourself. This includes shifting goals and values, as well as seeing yourself as bad or as if you don't exist. Ongoing feelings of emptiness.

While Luo Binghe does not explicitly threaten suicide/self harm (that I remember), he does exhibit behavior similar to that. He has an attitude of “I will do anything to keep Shizun by my side” Additionally, his self worth seems to hinge of Shen Qingqiu’s opinion at times. He also allows Shen Qingqiu to harm him during the abyss scene without defending himself when he could have.

Wide mood swings that last from a few hours to a few days. These mood swings can include periods of being very happy, irritable or anxious, or feeling shame. Inappropriate, strong anger, such as losing your temper often, being sarcastic or bitter, or physically fighting.

Again, Luo Binghe goes from very happy to very angry quickly. He lashes out at Shen Qingqiu, like when he forced him to drink his blood.

Overall, Luo Binghe exhibits a lot of BPD symptoms. However, since the story is not set from his point of view - nor is he real - we cannot diagnose him or look at his own internal motivations. If you have any thoughts, please let me know!

Bibliography

Mayo Clinic Staff. "Borderline Personality Disorder." Mayo Clinic. Last modified January 31, 2024. Accessed June 10, 2024. https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/borderline-personality-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20370237.

National Alliance on Mental Health. "Borderline Personality Disorder." National Alliance on Mental Health. Last modified April 2023. Accessed June 11, 2024. https://www.nami.org/About-Mental-Illness/Mental-Health-Conditions/Borderline-Personality-Disorder/.

National Institute of Mental Health. "Borderline Personality Disorder." National Institute of Mental Health. Last modified April 2024. Accessed June 10, 2024. https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/borderline-personality-disorder.

Reddit. Last modified 2021. Accessed July 3, 2024. https://www.reddit.com/r/ScumbagSystem/comments/lpfb7f/comment/gobdt33/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button.

[jo-harrington]

As Above, So Below - Series Masterlist

Van Helsing - Kas!Eddie/Fem!OC - Soulmates

This story is told from 2nd Person POV (you/your)

Minors DNI - This fic is for 18+ readers only.

Summary: In order to undo a centuries-long curse, you travel to Hawkins to defeat a great evil and close the gates to Hell once and for all. Unfortunately, you uncover many unsettling secrets including some about your lost love, Eddie Munson.

Warnings (in no particular order): Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut (Specifics Tagged in Chapters), Major and Minor Character Deaths, Violence, Gore, Body Horror, Blood, Manipulation, Transformation, Corruption, Religious Elements, Criticism of Religion, Biblical and Other Literary and Pop Culture References

This story is going to be EXTREMELY HEAVY to write, so I will not be putting out a posting schedule. Chapters will get posted as they are completed.

OC is of European/Italian-American descent on her father's side and her mother's side can be left up to interpretation. She is loosely Roman Catholic and you will see why I say loosely if you read. I will not be giving her a name, or any major physical descriptors if I can help it but her cultural identity is integral to this story.

Note: You do not need to have seen Van Helsing (2004) to understand the premise of this fic. You should, however, read the prequels.

Prequels: Heaven - Hell - Purgatory

Hymns of Heaven: A series of "additions" to the prequel timeline based on cryptid and monster requests. April 1984 Mothman - April 1984 Immortal Snail - May 1984 Splinter Cat - May 1984 Sully - June 1984 Chupacabra - July 1984 Will-o'-the-Wisp - August 1984 Manticore - August 1984 Frogman - September 1984 Fresno Nightcrawler - September 1984 Thunderbird/Horned Serpent - October 1984 The Kraken - Halloween 1984 Werewolf - December 1984 Freddy Kreuger - December 1984 The Guardians - Christmas Eve 1984 Loch Ness Monster - January 1985 Manananggal - April 1985 Oneiroi - Unknown in the UD Inner Monster - Unknown in the UD Nachzehrer

Related Blurbs: Limbo - Genesis

Gratia. - Charitas. - Solamen.

Prequel Playlist

Chapters: Prologue - Annunciation 1 - Illumination 2 - Descendió a los Infiernos 3 - Crucible 4 - Malum Malus 5 - Via Domus 6 - Revelation 7 - Exodus 8 - Miserere Mei 9 - Deus in Absentia 10 - Atonement 11 - Amor Vicit Omnia Epilogue - Ab Aeterno

Series Playlist

Reader's Guide to AASB - A collection of references and Easter eggs that are made in the story.

Series Art All series art is commissioned by me from various fandom artists. Some art depicts the Knight (artwork varies from original character design to self insert art). If you want to keep the illusion of a faceless Knight, please do not look at the artwork noted with (*).

*Knight Character Design Sheet - by @floredaqueen *

*Eddie and the Knight on their First Date - by @boltedfruit *

*Eddie and the Knight and the Fresno Nightcrawler - by @doomcheese*

*November 5, 1984 - At the Trailer - by @boltedfruit * (TW: Blood)

Hell Eddie - V2 feat. Knight's Intervention - by @lilacwinelili (TW: Blood/Gore)

Purgatory Eddie - by @dance-on-the-bones (TW: Blood)

Kas!Eddie - by @nightonblogmountain

*AASB Sketch Sheet - by @toomanyacorns* (TW: Blood)

Via Domus - Eddie and the Demobats - by @hearsegrrl

*AASB Sketch Sheet 2 - V2 (Contains Spoilers) - by @toomanyacorns * (TW: Blood and Major Character Death in V2)

Miserere Mei - The Master of Puppets - by @nightonblogmountain (TW: Major Character Death, Blood, Violence, Gore)

The Gospel According to Mary Victoria - AASB as told from Mary Victoria’s perspective and a deep dive into her journey.

Book 1 - Book 2 - Book 3

This fic will not be for the faint of heart. Please check the above warnings and ask yourself if you are in the correct headspace to proceed. I am happy to answer any questions via PM or Ask.

Tag List: There will be no tag list for As Above, So Below.

[hi3rd-typewriter-archive]

📌Welcome to the Honkai Impact 3rd Typewriter Archive.📝

-What is the purpose of this Blog ? Well as the name suggests it is a place where you can find all of the Typewriters published by MiHoYo.

-Why does this blog exist ? Doesn't MiHoYo publish the typewriters ?

Yes and no, they do in fact publish them, however unfortunately for us non-CN fans they only publish them on Twitter and Hoyolab. Unlike on Miyoushe where they have a dedicated account for the Typewriter, on these two they do not so the Typewriters tend to get drowned in the endless posts and searching for them can be quite bothersome. You could very well download Miyoushe and go look at them yourself (you do not need to make an account for it), but it's quite the amount of steps for such a simple thing, so I decided to do that myself and group everything here, and make it easier to find a specific character as all Typewriters will be tagged with the character's name.

>Currently I have around 20 posts ready to be sent, but to avoid spamming the HI3rd tags I will not send them all at once, I don't know how many I'll send per day but I'd like to have at least 3 posted per day. I wish I could tell you that the release will be organized but unfortunately I am not done with cleaning up everything so I don't have all the (currently collected) Typewriters, so it will have to be random for now, sorry.

>Every post will be tagged withe the Character's name, not Family name as some can be quite complicated and I felt like it would be unnecessary as few characters share the same name.

>Regarding Captainverse : I will tag posts with the "Captainverse" to further simplify the sorting, I will tag them with the name used in the Captainverse and for some cases the name of their Main Timeline counter part (ex : "Kasumi" will also be tagged as "Yae Sakura" and "Bronnie" as "Bronya").

>Herrschers will all be tagged with Name + Herrscher title (ex : "Mei" + "Herrscher of Origin"). Special cases like "Herrscher of Sentience" will still be tagged as "Fu Hua" because despite being her own entity she is still sorted as a "Fu Hua" battlesuit in-game.

>Both Seeles will be tagged under a single "Seele" tag but I am willing to make a tag to separate them if enough people deem it necessary (please demand it politely if this is what you want).

#Expect slow and inconsistent updates, and sudden Hiatuses (mostly stated as "indefinite") as I am currently in Uni and while my schedule is fairly generous I lack full vacations and I also have a life and studies to read, this blog might not be updated right as a new Typewriter comes out, especially if the character showcased hasn't been revealed to global yet, I know most of the fandom follows CN release schedule and beta but that doesn't mean everyone does and I would not want to spoil anyone, so if the character is story relevant/new I might wait until they're revealed globally before posting their Typewriter. Currently unsure if i should apply the same logic to outfits or not.

#You can send asks to this blog but only the ones asking questions, asking for further explanations, advices on how to improve the blog and overall just on-topic will be acknowledged. This is not a personal blog, if you want to talk to me go to my personal blog, thank you.

[j-eryewrites]

Hellooo, will you continue writing for A Sinner's Redemption

I am! Don't you worry. Now that my health has improved and my university is out for the summer, I finally have the time and motivation to write again. Just to prove my words, here is a snippet from the next chapter (which I hope will be finished tmr)

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Piper bit her lip, and her eyes fell on Ellie's sleeping figure. "All I've ever…Have you ever thought you were cursed?" Joel shook his head. "I think I'm cursed. Actually, I know I am," Piper scoffed.

"Cursed?" Joel questioned.

"To kill." Piper pulled her arm away from Ellie and stared at her shaking hands. In the light of the fire they only grew more red; A dark red that seemed to seep underneath her skin. She shuddered. "It's all I was used for in the QZ. It's all I've known." She couldn't bare to look at her hands any longer, instead resorted shoving them under her legs. "I'm cursed to kill when all I want is to save…but I can't." her voice caught in her throat. "I can only save Ellie. She's all that matters. So, as long as I can do that, I'll be fine."

"Kid," Joel paused. "Piper." The sound of her name drew her attention. "You are more than a sister. You can want something for yourself that is outside of Ellie."

Piper scoffed. "Says you. You've been on and on about Tommy. What about you then? What is your dream outside of Tommy?"

"I-" Joel began to refute Piper's words, but something stopped him. She was right. He'd started this whole thing for Tommy: picked up the girls, lost Tess, danced with death, saw the impossible, and all for someone who could be dead. Piper and him were one in the same. As long as their family was safe and happy, so would they be. But as Joel really pondered her question, the dream of the farm came back into mind. The farm with the quiet sheep, the peaceful life. Except now this dream had room for more, yet Joel wasn't sure if there was room for his girls in the first place.  

"It's getting late," Joel remarked, standing up again to patrol. This time, Piper didn't refuse sleep. Instead, she let the silence close in on her as the warmth of the fire cascaded over her body. The only sign of life was the slow rise and fall of her chest, the rhythm to which Joel stepped as he guarded his girls from the looming horrors of the night.

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[lilsocksiswriting]

Academic Weapon Chapter Three

Summary:

You were like a lot of humans, born with just enough curse energy to see curses but not enough power to do anything. Your greed has helped you hold in the Jujustu Sorcery program. it is this same greed that tends to blind you to the danger you are in.

Sukuan sees you as a weak pretty thing that he can hold a conversation in his class. This is what he tells him to do he falls for you, his student because the curse refuses to believe this is love.

Oh, then there is the murder.

Characters: Reader, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto,Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime,

Pairings: Sukuna X Fem!Reader

Tags: College AU, Professor X Student, Modern Fantasy AU, NSFW

Chapter two || Chapter Four || Ko-fi || Masterlist

It did not take long for the name of the student to begin to circulate around campus. By Thursday morning everyone knew the name of the student who had been killed. By Friday a vigil took place. People brought candles and wrapped bequeaths of flowers. A few close to the murderer student spoke about how tragic it was that his life was taken in such a gruesome way. Then the police and Dean Yaga made a joint statement about protecting the student body and finding the perpetrator Very routine things you saw in news footage of vigils. This was the first time you actually had gone to one. You went to the vigil to show support, but also to eavesdrop on the hushed sobs and conversations to see if you could add anything to your small collection of facts about the murder.

A plethora of parties all in honor of the student took place after the vigil. Most of the organizers of these parties did not even know the murdered man, but then again you did not either. The reason you were going to the party was that you needed to relax, not be anywhere near a laptop or schoolwork, and take your mind off your Curse Theory class and the lewd thoughts of its professor.

"You know, "Mei-Mie comments as the two of you walk up the step of the frat's big house. "If you don't wipe that look off your face no one will want to flirt with you.

"I'm not sure if I want a frat bro to flirt with me," you grimace.

"Aww, " you feel an arm across your sling shoulders. "but isn't the point of going to parties?"

You pout at Gojo who tucks you into his side as you enter the house.

"These boys do typically come from a lot of money," Mei-Mei points out.

You didn't come to that part to flirt and be flirted with or to bag some rich kid like Mei-Mei was planning on doing. You came here because you needed to force yourself to take a break from your studies. It was too early into the semester to get burnout.

"Come on y/n~" Gojo lets go of you and motions to your outfit with outstretched hands. "don’t tell me you got all dressed up and not expect someone to shoot their shot?

You look down at the tight crop top blouse and jeans, A very Y2K vibe, then back up at the giddy taller man,” Gojo I am wearing jeans.”

"Any guy would be lucky to take you out on a date, and aren't you tired of eating campus food?"

"I am, " You agree," But I came here to take a break, not to con some guy into dinner, no offense Mei-Mei."

"Oh, none taken dear. It's the truth. there's a new steakhouse on the other side of town I wanna try."

"Yo, Satoru," Geto waves to the group, "Was wondering where you ran off to."

"Hi Geto," You wave.

"Hello Y/n, How's class with the King of Curses going?"

"Oh yeah, " Gojo perks up," Let's go find somewhere to chill, you got to tell us everything about your first week with that monster!"

you four end up in the frats house study. You sit on a couch with Geto and Gojo while Mei-Mei scams some sorry guys out of all their money with the pool table behind the three of you.

"I think it went pretty well. I don’t know. I like that he doesn't feed us information. It makes things really hard to get. And he's so scary. He always looks like he wants to eat me or something. And he's so mean and intimidating in class discussions. I'm so dreading what his notes on my first paper are goanna be."

"Jeez," Gojo laughs" He sounds like the totally worst. Glad, I didn't take him."

"But" You begin, "When you fully catch on to what he's teaching and apply it in a way that expands on his teaching it feels a lot better. It's really rewarding!"

"Aww, that's out little over achiever," Gojo teases poking at your flush cheek, "Look how happy she is Suguru."

"Yes," Geto comments with an easy smile and adds," She also has a higher grade point average than you."

"Whaaaa, how would you know that?"

he shrugs, "Call it a hunch."

Gojo looks at you through dark shades and immediately agrees, "Ok yeah you probably are like way better them me in classes."

You know there is a, 'but' he wants to say, and you know he's keeping his mouth shut because he knows how his seemingly endless supply of curse energy is a sore spot for you.

It was true though. In academics, you were the prodigy. That did into matter to the higher-ups as all they wanted were fighters and healers.

"Ok, I wanna drink now. Gojo?” you stand to your feet.

when it comes to alcohols you and Gojo both hated the taste of the hard stuff. So Gojo leads you to the makeshift bar the fraternity had set up to finds the sweetest drink they have. When you and Gojo rejoin Geto on the couch you can her Mei-Mei is right in the middle of her act of being just some cute unassuming women making bets with men over  a game of pool.

you settle in with the two men and ask them," So tell me how you two's first week went?"

"Same old same old," Gojo complies," Same kinds of classes, same kind of mission, same kind of family stuff."

"Well, one more year and you won't have to deal with classes," Geto comments nudging his foot into Gojo’s

Gojo pouts, "But then I'll have to be like an actual adult with responsibilities and taxes and all that stuff."

You take a sip of your sweet drink and then suggest to him, “Will that really be such a bad thing?"

"y/N there are so many meetings! and they are so boring!"

"The literal entitize of 'could have been an email’" Geto adds.

Gojo nods slumping against the other man, "I can barely sit still through class

 You smile at the two, "I am telling you that you need to get a fidget toy."

"But fidget spinners are so, like, cringe nowadays. And those little popper things are for little kids. I have a reputation to uphold."

You roll your eyes pulling your phone out from your small purse. For the next hour two look over your shoulder at your phone screen as you show Gojo just how diverse and discrete figet toys can be.

The three make jokes at some of the more outlandish-looking ones, point out how some remind you of cartoons and toys from your childhood, and end up in a jewelry site.

"A ring is pretty discreet,” Geto offers.

"Yes, but I'm not really that type to wear jewelry," Gojo says.

"Gojo no one is going to question you wearing a ring."

"Well," Geto hummus side eyes the white-haired man, "If it's on the right finger they might."

You giggle, "Yes! That is so romantic, a fidget ring for an engagement ring?"

Geto geans back throws an arm over the couch and taps his own phone to life.

"what's that saying?" Gojo asks and you can tell he's looking over your head at Geto of the corner of his eye, "Ring before spring?"

There it is again. These little details like the way that the two look at each other make you wonder if the best friends ever wanted something more from one another.

The rigging of Gojo's phones makes him groan.

"Speaking of my reputation," He grumbles looking down at his screen.

"I'll be right back," he tells you two before standing up and answering his phone with an easy smile, "Hey Mom."

Gojo's face falls into a hard frown as he leaves the study.

"Family stuff?"

Geto nods in agreement, "Family stuff."

Gojo's 'family stuff' was a pretty vague topic and it always bugged you how little you knew of it. You think it's because you're not close to the big clans or the higher-ups like Gojo and Geto are. They are the strongest in this generation’s batch of sorceresses and Gojo is the pride and head of the Gojo clan as a user of Six Eyes and Limitless. You were just a useless scholar.

Plus, showing such closely held information could put you in dangerous situations. so, the way they kept you in the dark about what Gojo really had to deal with as a clan head could be keeping you safe.

You look over to see Geto has pulled up the same fidget jewelry site you had on your own phone screen. He seems so engrossed in it you could probably have a new side conversation. Behind you, Mei-Mei was still at the pool table. There were a lot of stripes still out and only a few solid colors. by the smile Across Mei-Mei's face, you could tell she was solid colors.

"Hey, I'm back," Gojo announces himself. "Suguru you mind making sure that y/n gets home safe? I gotta jet."

"Sure," is his easy reply.

you pout and mummer, “I can get home just fine."

"Sure, you can," Geto pats your head and that was the last straw.

you stand up abruptly. Gojo was not making sure that Mei-Mei had a safe way home. probably because he knew Mei-Mie was a powerful sorceress in her own right who had while all you had were smarts.

later you will realize that none of them mean to hurt you, but right now you ask yourself how they cannot know how they are hurting you. Cutting their sentences short, leaving you out of the loop of things, and making sure someone was also there to protect you- you can’t take it.

"I can get home just fine,"

"Y/N-"

you cut Gojo off, "I'll see y'all later, have a great night with ‘family stuff’."

then promptly walk away leaving behind the two confused men.

No one follows you, which you are thankful for because now that you are out in the night you feel so vulnerable. If Geto were to find you walking down the side you would agree to let him walk you home with his jacket over your shoulder.

You feel a little better as you pass by the library it means your journey home is halfway over. The tall buildings look so much more brooding this late at night, the dark brick almost blending into the night. Just like a certain professor who plagues your thoughts.

You then remember that on the best level of the library, there is a Starbucks that stays open until 2 a.m. The thought of having something sweet and packed with caffeine while binge-watching Netflix or reading for the rest of the night seems like something that puts you in a good mood.

With it only being the first week of school and the murder taking place within that time frame the libra was pretty empty. There are a few STEM students set up Camp at large tables. Paper, textbooks, tablets, and laptops open and the furious sound of clicking fills the quiet space.

You think how the fact that Student was murdered still has not settled in. There were still parties, people out so late, and not a curfew in sight. Mabey it was because this murder was done by a curse user. Sorcery and non-sorcery are completely different worlds.

You get a Frappuccino then continue on your way home happily sipping on it despite the cold wondering if you want to read or watch something. You are walking down the library when a deep voice stops you.

"Isn't it a little late for caffeine?"

You turn around to see Professor Sukuan at the top of the stairs. A shiver runs down your spine as he eyes you with that look again like he wants to devour you whole.

"Isn't it a bit late for a professor to be on campus?"

"What  smart mouth you have."

you can't look away as Sukuan slips his hands into his pockets and walks down the stairs to meet you.

Red eyes look up and down once more. Coming to the image his memory for later to undress you later. He keeps his face placid even when you shit you weight from one foot to the other and look away. So cute, acting all bashful now. The curse wonders what sort of party you had been at. What sort of pathetic men tried to take you home?

"Aren't you scared to be out alone at night?" he teases," a murder just took place after all."

 "I- guess it just hasn't set in, with what little information the university is giving students."

"Hmm, so that's why you were taking notes in class," he hums thinking back to you writing in your notebook. That comment probably went over everyone else's head "Playing detective?"

You shrug twirling the green straw between your fingers instead of meeting the curse’s gaze. Ugh, he makes you feel so squirm and giddy all at once!

"Well, if the university isn't going to tell us anything..."

Sukuna’s face suddenly falls. Why was he bothered if you go poking your nose around where you shouldn't? So, what if you go and put yourself in a dangerous situation or get yourself killed?

"If you poke around too much you might end up as the next victim."

you look up at him you feel your body tense, he looks mad. red eyes staring down into your E/C ones. A stern frown set tight over his face. Arms crossed over so broad chest.

What did I do?'

"I-I’m not that naive. I know my limits. I just want to know more than the university is letting out, ‘sides this kinda stuff is my blood.”

“Acting stupid?”

“Journalism, actually.”

His glare somehow gets even more intense.

"I-I should be going now...." you make an excuse to get out from under the curse gaze.

"Yes, run along, get yourself home," Sukuan says then leaves it at that heading in the opposite directing

You watch him walk away and disappear into the shadows you wonder where he is off to. home? Does Sukuan have a home? you think that he might have a home. Where else would  he keep all those nice dress shirts and pants that fit so snuggly on him?

Speaking of home, you begin walking toward your apartment again, unaware that Sukuan had stopped in the shadows to watch you walk away into the night.

Once you make it back to your apartments you get changed into something comfortable and settle down in your bed. You end up finding a funny sitcom to watch with your sugary treat.

you're playing a matching game on your phone when it is interrupted by a Facetime call from Gojo.

You do not even get a chance get a chance to  say hello beiger Gojo demands," Are you at home?"

"Jeez, hi to you too, yeah, and I'm sorry I didn't text anyone when I got home. I just kind of wanted to be alone for the rest of the night."

"Are you alone?"

"Excuse me? Gojo wants to go on?"

Gojo takes a deep breath. It took a lot to the right man so worked up. it had to be somewhat serious.

"Y/N please, I just need to know that your safe?"

"Y-yea I am. what's going on?"

a look of conflict crosses his face.

"Gojo, " Your prompt again. 

"It's- look I promise I’ll tell you I just need to know that everyone is safe Y/N." is answers, and there is a pleading look in his eyes.

Even though a phone screen, his eyes look ethereal. An unearthly deep blue that seems to be made of the sky itself. Emotions swirling in the like looming storm clouds.

"Fine, I'm safe Gojo. you stay safe too ok."

Gojo smiles and he smees to untunes just a bit.

"I will, I'll talk to you later y/N," and then he ends the Facetime.

you suddenly feel so alone in your bedroom. Thoughts of what could have happened to Gojo to make him so stressed and demanding swirl in your head.

You pull up Snapchat and look at all the snaps that have been posted to the map. Nothing. So, then you search a few tags on Twitter along with a few geo locations, nothing but people going to class and partying.

So, it wasn't some public, you conclude.

the rest of the apartment is empty. Mei-Mei was probably still at the frat party and Shoko and Utahime had been called earlier that day to assist with a mission.

So, it was just you.

you get up and check all the locks, then take a hot shower to try and take your mind off things.

you blame the sugar and caffeine for how jitter you feel, but

You try and go back to what you were doing before, watch Netflix, and play games. On your phone. but the thoughts don't go away. They stick with you, making you toss and turn in bed when you finally try to go to sleep. At least they do not haunt your dream. Something else does. Red eyes staring at you in the darkness, big hands caressing your skin, and pink hair threading through your fingers.

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One Small Change

Blurb: After years of forgetting, you finally bit the bullet and got new glasses, which your SO took notice of very quickly

Authors note: Tooootally not based on me getting new glasses after 5 years, what are you talking about?

ALSO: I am taking requests, just send them in and I'll see what I can do. I reserve the right to refuse any and ignore you if I dont

Pairing: Redson x Reader

You weren’t surprised to find yourself hauled out of bed by Mei, you were confused about the trip to the optometrist though.

“You have tortured yourself for far too long, get yourself examined and I’m paying for your new glasses!”

You tried to fight, honestly! You had promised that you would get yourself an appointment, but she had pointed out that you have had the same pair of glasses and prescription for 3 years now, and she caught you squinting way too many times to realize that your prescription wasn’t working.

After the exam, you persisted in paying at least for the medical part, you and Mei were now in the main room of the building, looking through the frames they had to offer. You found yourself drawn to one specific pair, but paled at the price tag. Mei noticed your look of dismay and shoved the pair onto your face.

“Don’t even think about it! I’m paying.” She announced. You rolled your eyes, but turned towards the mirror.

You scrutinized your reflection, before smiling and looking at your friend who gave you a thumbs up with a grin on their face. You faced the attendant at the counter and placed your new pair of glasses down on the table. She smiled, taking your insurance and prescription, measured your glasses, and informed you that they would arrive in 2 weeks.

In the meantime, you went about your daily life. You went to work, hung out with your friend group, and occasionally texted your significant other who was in the desert regaining her family reputation and status through the construction of their new fortress.

Was getting with a demon with you being a mortal the smartest idea? Maybe not, but it wasn’t exactly your fault either. But that’s another story.

While at your desk at work reading the weather patterns that should be generated in the next few weeks, you got the notification that your prescription was ready. You texted Mei to grab it and drop it off as you had to work on the weather generator a bit because of some safety concerns, and Buddha knows that you would want your vision to be top tier and not get blasted with a tsunami.

You met her by the door, taking the glasses from her and turning to go inside before she caught your arm.

“And a special delivery from a certain red boy~” She handed a brown paper bag to you. You could smell all the spices emitting from it, causing you to chuckle

“Lamb?” You asked. Mei nodded, and handed you your favorite drink as well. You sighed, taking out your phone from your pocket.

You spoil me far too much.

Only the best for my dear, so don’t even dare think you deserve less!

You scoffed, but stuffed your phone back into your pocket in defeat. There was no point in trying to argue when you knew they had the money to spare to get you some nice things, or cook you good food.

You replaced your glasses, placing your old pair in their case, and widened your eyes at the difference it made. You moved on though, shoveling the food down to get back to work, chugging down the drink when the spice built up too much. You quickly moved on to actually working, rolling up your sleeves and reaching over to zyour work table and rolling it closer to the problem place.

You unscrewed the panel, and groaned. This was gonna be a long night.

Two hours later, you staggered up to your apartment, unlocking the door and dragging yourself to the kitchen to get some much needed sweets after that whole ordeal. You dug through your freezer for some ice cream, but froze yourself when you felt a sudden heat wave from what felt right behind you in the living room

“I don’t get why you insist on not bothering me when you get home, nor text me when you get off of work, but I know for a fact that you should have been home two hours ago when I had dragon horse girl drop off the food-“ The heir to the demon bull lineage continued to spew out his frustrations at you working later than normal as he made his way to your bedroom door and knocked.

“Hello? Are you in there?” She stood cross armed, tapping her foot on the ground. You let out a snort, catching the demon off guard. You smiled, walked up to your partner and offered a spoon while gesturing to the two containers on the kitchen counter with your and theirs favorite ice cream flavors.

“I would have sent something, but it slipped my mind because I had a massive problem with the weather generator. The cloud synthesizers were almost used up, and made sparks which ate the wiring-“ You continued on ranting about the long list of problems the generator went through as you grabbed your ice cream and plopped yourself down on the couch with Redson following suit, full attention on you. Well, kinda on you.

“- and don’t even get me started on the sun warmer, I- Reds?” You stopped your rant when you realized Reds regular heat they emit cooed. You looked over to them, noticing the slight tilt of their head, their pursued lips, and the raised eyebrow. You furrowed your brow and waved your hand in front of his face, causing him to blink a few times.

“You there pops ?” You teased. Reds scoffed at the nickname. She regretted drinking wine that night, causing her to slip out how poppies were her favorite flower because of how her mother decorated the house with them on her birthday.

“I’m here, just… did you get new glasses?” He asked. You raised an eyebrow, then remembered the drop off Mei did. You smiled, adjusting them back up your nose bridge.

“Yeah I did! Mei and I picked them out a few weeks ago. Do you like them?” Red continued to stare at your face for a uncomfortable amount of time, before cupping your cheeks and kissing your nose bridge. You froze, processing the sudden affection while Redson smirked.

“You look good, but I would have preferred you to come to me for a new upgrade. I could have fitted you with night vision and infrared, only the highest quality of course!” They declared. You chuckled, reaching up and running your hand through their hair/ ears, trailing your fingers over the ridges of the horns sprouting from their head.

This was your favorite activity to do when you guys were alone, as no matter what, Redson could not hide the blush when you coo over their appearance like this.

“Thank you for the offer, but I like them the way they are.” You determine. Redson chuckled, taking you in their arms and resting their chin on your shoulder. You could hear the faintest whisper of so did he.

[luna-redamancy]

Hi, can you do a part 2 to Thorin X witch Reader X Bilbo please. I really enjoy reading your writing it makes my day.

Part One can be found right here!

“What’s this?” You spoke mostly to yourself, just halting from exiting your room. The hallway was barren this morning, and you had planned for a morning of solitude with a very eventful day of meditation and herb collection. Instead of handcrafted gifts and delicately written poetry sitting on your doorstep, Bilbo and Thorin stood. 

The morning sun seeped through your door and into the hallway, illuminating the two in a soft golden light whilst giving you a haloed silhouette. 

“Good morning,” You gave them both a nod, though your confusion was visible on your expression as Bilbo spoke first. 

“I wanted to see if you would join me for a walk this morning-” 

“And I was wondering if I could speak to you… Privately,” Thorin added, side eyeing Bilbo as he thumbed the courting bead in his pocket, returning his gaze back to you. 

You paused as you looked at the two- truly looked at them and took in their mannerisms. Thorin’s thumbing of something in his pocket, his brows rooted together in a deep furrow as he awaited your response, while Bilbo tapped his foot, a sign he was nervous. 

“Is this what I think this is?” You leaned against your doorway, arms crossing over your chest. The two quickly melted into a calm-faced panic. 

“What?” Bilbo nearly squeaked, flustered at you seeing through them so easily. 

“I appreciate your anonymity, it was interesting I will admit,” You grinned, “But I truly must ask- Is this what I am assuming it is?” 

“That would depend on what you think this is,” Thorin did his best to keep his expression cool. 

“Is this an attempt to officiate a courting with me?” You clarified, looking between the two. 

“Well… I–”

“Yes,” Thorin, always the blunter of the two, spoke up.

“Well it appears we have a problem,” You furrowed your brow, looking perplexed. 

“You don’t want either of us,” Bilbo said simply, trying to sound matter-of-fact but the sadness in his tone was clear as a bell. 

“No no,” You shook your head, “You both are lovely,” You gave Bilbo a smile before giving Thorin one as well. 

“However, I just don’t know how I would ever decide between the both of you. If it was my choice, I’d court the both of you.”

Bilbo and Thorin turned to each other, looking the other up and down before looking to you with determination in their eyes. 

“Why not both?” Bilbo raised a brow to you. 

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Afton 💞

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Naruto: Shippuden

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Avatar: The Last Airbender

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Tenkai Knights

Undertale

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Yu-Gi-Oh!

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Total Drama

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Digimon

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Banana Fish

Sword Art Online

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Stockholm Syndrome

Rarepairs

Crackships

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Somno

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❝ When The Stars of Ingenuity Shine . . . ❞

« She pointed at that green rice cake. "The experiment has ended. Time to take a break. I just can't miss this freshly made dessert." She saw the puppet girl frowning in deep thought. "Well, in your current body, you can only look but not eat. I'll make you a box of new ones when the time comes." She saw the mechanical aristocrat hesitating at his own cup. "Don't worry. It's only machine oil. Perfectly safe for you to consume." »

(OR: An indie ask+roleplay blog that follows Ruan Mei, Herta, and Screwllum from Honkai: Star Rail! Info below the cut; good luck, and have fun!)

(As always, credit to @/cafekitsune for the dividers~)

MUSE INFO !

NAME(S) - Ruan Mei, Herta, Screwllum.

PRONOUNS - She/They (for Ruan Mei), She/Her (for Herta), He/Him (for Screwllum).

FACTION(S) - Herta Space Station, Genius Society.

TAGS & ANONS !

To avoid making this post comically long, you can check out the tags over here, and the anons right here.

RULES & NOTES !

➣ As always, any sort of racism, sexism, ableism, ageism, homophobia, and/or transphobia will get you blocked.

➣ THIS BLOG IS SFW - NSFW FOCUS BLOGS, DNI. (Suggestive jokes are allowed, but watch yourself.)

➣ OCs, AUs, and crossovers are allowed! (If I am roleplaying with an OC, make sure I have context for them beforehand.)

➣ Anons are not only welcome, but very much appreciated!~ I'll roleplay with silly or serious asks! (Yes, you can have a tag.)

➣ Do not send links in my asks. (The exception to this is if its to an RP response or something of that nature.) More likely than not, I will not answer.

➣ Mod is new to the Tumblr RP scene (though not RP in general.) Please, be patient :')

➣ Mod uses any pronouns!

➣ Mod doesn't have a set style of RP--I'll match yours. However, I tend to default to more wordy replies.

➣ I'm down to roleplay storylines! If a fellow mod wants to work something out, DM me!

➣ That being said, only DM if you are another mod, please. (I do not and will not RP in DMs.)

➣ ...use common sense.

(NOTE: this is a sideblog! If you see a mysterious creature by the screen name of @mynameisnotabby, that would be none other than the mod behind it all~)

[husbandograveyard]

#TheAnswerIsLove is a drabble collection based on this promptlist by @rpclefairy.

Tags: 2nd person POV, genderneutral, reader insert, established relationship, new relationships, short writings, blurbs, drabbles, romance, fluff, humor, angst

Characters (more added/changed as the collection gets filled): Utahime, Gojo, Geto, Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, Inumaki, Toji, Mei, Nanami, Choso, reader (2nd Person, GN)

The Masterlist is empty now. As a prompt is filled, the character will be added and once published, the prompt will become a link. I am taking NO requests for this collection as of now.

" am i not good enough? "  

" you've been so quiet. what's on your mind? "  

" why did you help me? "  

" who do you fight for? "  

" why do you hate me? "  

" have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? "  

" you're not dating anyone, are you? "  

" i've got your back, okay? "  

" where do you think you're going? "  

" how long have i been asleep? "  ➵ Nanami

" are you going to kill me? "  

" why can't i come with you? "  

" we all have secrets, don't we? "  

" did you want to be alone? "  

" why should i trust you? "  

" wait. did you hear that? "  

" promise me? "  

" why are you talking like we'll never see each other again? " ➵ Geto

" do you remember anything at all? "  

" what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? "  

" you wanna know what your problem is? "  

" may i have this dance? "  

" can i ask... what happened? "  

" how many people have you killed? how many? "  ➵ Geto

" do you ever hear yourself? "  

" would you run away with me? "  

" could you be happy here with me? "  

" you can't or you won't? "  

" you slept with them, didn't you? "  

" well, how do i look? "  

" after all you've done how can i possibly trust you? "  

" why can't you let me in? what are you so afraid of? " ➵ Choso

" what did they do to you? "  

" so why's it so important anyway? "  

" where have you been? "  

" why are you looking at me like that? "  

" why did you come? "  

" what are you doing out here by yourself? "  

" is... that my shirt you're wearing? "  ➵ Megumi

" you... don't like me very much, do you? "  

" why does it always have to be a fight with you? "

" why can't you look me in the eye? "  

" can you forgive me? "  

" what if i never see you again? "  

" you were going to leave without saying goodbye? "  

" how about a little midnight snack? "  ➵ Gojo

" are you... smelling me? "  

" how did you get this scar? " ➵ Utahime

" what do you want in exchange for it? "  

" what did you want to tell me? "

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 8/25/23

Title: Turnabout Trickshot

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney

Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin/Odoroki Housuke | Apollo Justice

Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Odoroki Housuke | Apollo Justice, Kidzuki Kokone | Athena Cykes, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright, Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin, Yahari Masashi | Larry Butz, Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, The Judge (Gyakuten Saiban)

Additional Tags: some made up characters for a trial too, Non-Graphic Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Blood, but its not super bad i guess??, Gun Violence, Hospitals, also i guess implied maya/franziska, turnabout i am immune to bullets, phoenix is completely fine everyone is overreacting, Humor, Fluff, Angst, rated T for the blood and some not so harsh cuss words, and a lot of talk of death, basically phoenix gets shot and miles freaks out a little

Summary: Phoenix Wright was not infallible, in fact he was a very real, very mortal man, and that would be an innocuous statement any other day, but today it might as well have been a death sentence.

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For this week’s fic, how about something a bit more… humorous.

That’s the main thing about this one - it’s really funny. Which you might not expect from a story where one of the main characters gets shot. But aside from the first handful of paragraphs - which is Miles catastrophizing - the mood of this fic is extremely light. I’ve read a few ‘Phoenix gets seriously injured’ stories, and none of them are quite as fun as this one. Which isn’t a put-down at all! Those ones are just going for a different type of feel, you know?

Everything about this fic, even the title, feels as if it could have been an actual case in an Ace Attorney game. In fact, that’s the main thing I remembered about it when I first read this about a year ago. “Man, that title is fucking great!” I’ve never read something where the stakes are simultaneously so high (character gets shot) and yet so low (he’s fine). And a lot of the Wrightworth fics I gravitate towards have a tendency to be serious and/or sad - I blame canon not really allowing the characters to process trauma - so this one is especially a breath of fresh air. And it all feels perfectly in-character. All of the reactions, dramatic and blasé, are on point.

Favorite bit is probably Phoenix being jokingly dramatic while bleeding out, much to Athena’s distress.

“Tell Edgeworth I love him.”

“TELL HIM YOURSELF.”

It’s just a good time, man.

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Next Week: Something soft, loving, and sweet. Time to bring in some Thorki. Which is another ship that, if it’s not your thing, I understand. If it is though, prepare yourself for some seriously tooth-rotting fluff, because damn.

Until next time!