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connorsui · 4 months ago

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WHYYYY IS IT EACH TIME I READ THESE TYPE OF FICS I CAN ALWAYSSS FEEL WHATS HAPPENING!?!?!?! -- like it isn't just the feel of it either ..lowkey it be images inside of my head that be reproducing faster than my own tongue saying these words ..the slamming ..the choking ..the gripping ..the pure sensations of it all!?!? ..either I have reached a level of smut unknown to man or I have reached a level of delusions that can no longer be helped ...

And I cannot tell which one is it🤡

It don't even matter which scenario I go to or which man I wanna see on the roster be headcanonned to the point I believe it's canon ..each one feels as if I'm tied at the bed and they all taking turns until I'm brain rotted to the core to only remember their dick sizes 💀💀-- and do I complain about it!? ..NAH..I blame myself for all of this that all honestly!? ..I guarantee that by the time I get my life dose of dementia in the 70s the only thing imma remember is this author's writing of how deliciously devouring each character was making my entire body feel like a goddess ..

From straight up making me feel weak (in the sexiest way possible) ..to taunting me to the point teasing was making me wetter than the flows of water we have on earth

ITS DIABOLICAL

Though I'll tell yall what ...I ain't picking and choosin which one would be better to have at the end of the night ..because either way!? ..I will be having all of these men make their mark on my calender for which going next every other week

I need psychological help

Girl, You Earned It!

Synopsis. Just the típ? Don’t make him laugh.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, “just the típ” trope, REALLY pússydrunk boys, marathon séx, cúmplay, semi-exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, Geto’s rings omg, Geto’s a bit mean, creampíe, spítting, FÉRAL Gojo, best friend! Choso, fírst times (Choso’s), chokíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.4k

A/N. Smooches to that one anon for inspiring this. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Handle it.

It was a familiar little song and dance - Toji’s favorite one at that.

It’s around his fourth orgasm that night, head thrown back against the pillows to watch with a lewd little leer at the way you’re stuttering your limp hips down, down, down his long, swollen cock. Those glossy lips of yours sagging open to whine, “Too full, Toji! C-can’t ngh- handle it-”

Ah, it never gets old.

Toji finds his brows knitting together in mock concern, cooing in a baritone voice, “Awww, my girl’s poor pussy can’t handle it?”

At your bleary nod, he snakes a hand down as if to confirm, thumbing apart your puffy folds. All quivering and glistening with his seed in the dim lighting, “She’s too full? Too stuffed to take hah- even my tip?”

Without any warning, you feel long, thick fingers splay out across your lower stomach. Pushing down - hard to make your poor cunt gush all around him. Coating his aching cock with a sheen of the cum he’d stuffed inside not so long ago. “There we go.” he breathes, sounding so utterly smug, ‘We have space now, right?“

“Oh, fuck yes- Toji– fuck fuck fuck-”

“Shhh shhh, s’alright. And since m’feeling so nice, I promise s’gonna be jus- hah- jus’ the tip.” he grins, eyes so greedy and crazed when he looks down at the way you’re sucking him up so greedily. Your pussy lips bulging around the top of his thick head. “M’kay?”

And Toji’s cock was already so big - so rock-hard - that no matter how much he’d split you apart on his cock before, just his fat head squeezing past your sloppy entrance feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. Your hazy brain.

Fucking out every coherent thought out of you with each shallow grind up into your gummy walls just to fit inside. Slow, languid - just teasing you.

“Hah- couldn’t ‘handle me’ my ass.” he’s spitting out from underneath you, mean fingers holding your precarious body still for him to pummel into. “The fuck are you hngh- doing now then, huh? Taking me so well.”

An embarrassed mewl is being ripped from your throat when that little divot on the end of Toji’s cock is brushing against your sweet spots. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you realize that he’s just barely managed to squeeze his tip into your tight pussy, “I-I ngh-”

To which his palm comes down with a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass.

“Jus’ the tip n’ you already can’t hah- speak?” he grins up at you, painful cock twitching with delight when you clench around him at the sting. Loving this slow, agonizing torture for the both of you. “Use your words properly, doll.”

You huff, nails digging into Toji’s plush pecs to stabilize yourself on top of him. ��Thought I was too- hah- full. Thought I couldn’t handle havin’ you inside me again.”

“Heh- well what did I t-tell, ya?” he grunts, hips still thrusting - still pushing in mindless, semi-thrusts up. Wondering if you could feel his cum sloshing around inside you like he could. “As if I don’t know my girl’s pussy- As if I can’t handle this p-pussy. As if this pussy can’t handle me-”

One hand dances back down to push further against your front. Dredging up every last glob of his seed down your sloppy cunt, forming a creamy ring at his base that he groans at. “Y’can handle it now, right?” The other glides the pads of his fingers across your needy clit, making you arch your body down in surprise. His cock slipping deeper down your pussy, “Fuuuuck yeah, you can definitely handle it now.”

“Toji.” you let out a warning. Your already-ravaged cunt so sensitive. Fingers tightening to leave neat little marks of red down his sculpted skin, “Thought you p-promised it was jus’ gonna be the ah- tip.”

Because his movements were getting deeper. Dangerous.

Still shallow - but purposeful enough that you were sliding way past “just his tip”. And you could feel that sinfully prominent vein from about halfway down his shaft massaging against your sweet spots.

Yet Toji only flashes you a devilish grin, no trace of guilt anywhere. Eyes half-lidded and devouring your adorable pout. “I did.” Giving you just barely enough time to relax before the hand firm on your stomach rests at your waist. Pulling - dragging you all the way down his massive cock. Tugged down like such a slut until he was buried balls-deep, your puffy folds kissing his hilt, your pelvis grinding against those tufts of black at his. “For now, that is.”

Ah, this is his favorite part.

He doesn’t waste even a second before making use of those muscled hips, giving you one, long thrust to haul your slobbering cunt all the way from the very end of his fat head down until he physically couldn’t anymore.

Bruising. Fully. Fucking every false complaint out of you when his cock is finally hitting the back of your needy pussy.

“Think s’time for you to handle all of me now, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Are you muted?”

Nanami Kento hated working overtime. And he especially hated having to sit at home on his desk, sighing during those droning online meetings which really could’ve been a five-minute conversation at work on Monday.

Which is where you came in.

“Mhm, of course m’muted, my love. Camera’s also off.” he answers your previous question with a slow, sensual drawl into your ear. Thumb gliding across your puffy cunt as he echoes patiently for the first time that hour, “But if you’re gonna be here then you better behave, my love.” Bouncing his knee to shuffle your quivering body where it was perched so prettily on his lap - and his aching, rock-hard cock. “Any deeper than the tip and you hngh- know how s’gonna end.”

A promise.

But it’s been like this for so long now - too long, you think.

Your gummy walls squeeze desperately at that sensitive slit on Nanami’s length, lapping at his weeping precum. Wrists tugging uselessly where he’d tied them together behind your back with his familiar yellow tie. “But Ken, I really want-”

“I know I know, darling.” he presses a gentle kiss to the side of your pouty lips. Hushing those cute, whiny cries of yours that make his swollen cock twitch wildly, balls squeezing so painfully with the sweet sweet temptation to just stuff your tight pussy full. “But if I-”

“Nanami, have you completed the progress report for the client tomorrow?”

Instantly, your husband is in work mode, clearly his ragged voice lightly before hitting the Unmute button. “Yes, Higuruma I’ve…”

But oh his actions were anything but.

Free hand still drawing quick, methodical circles on your clit - just daring you to make a noise while he continues so unfairly with the meeting as if nothing is happening. His deep voice rumbling in his chest with satisfaction, and yet you’re left helpless and aching for more.

“But Ken.” you breathe into his ear, just low enough that the microphone couldn’t pick up. Pushing past the vice-like hold that he had on your hips to seat his delicious cock further and further inside your gummy walls. “Wan’ more. Please, I’ve been patient for so long.”

“-and the charts from last week I’ll have to email.” Nanami rattles off, all business-like, the authoritative tone sending your cunt beading your juices all down his already-soaked cock. Hardened eyes brushing briefly against yours, though he still addresses his business partner, “I’ll make sure to take care of that later.”

And fuck the shivers this sends down your spine have you trembling in Nanami’s practised touch.

Bucking your hips needily into his hand, your slick leaves a lewd little sheen all over his palm, his wrist, all the way down to that metal wrist watch digging into your skin.

“T-take care of it now, Ken.” you’re mewling stubbornly, fighting against those restraints.

Letting your pussy lips fuck back into his thick cock. Deeper. Needier. Sucking him up so good that he’s letting go of your hips to mute himself again.

And fuck if you weren’t going to take the opportunity to just slam yourself down Nanami’s massive length, all the way until you could feel his abs against your ass. That little divot on his thick head smashing against your sweet spots, molding your plushy walls to the shape of his entire cock.

“O-oh fuck.” he breathes, words cracking ever-so-slightly at the end. “The meeting- thought I said just the- hah you’re gonna be the death of me, my love.”

Before you can respond, Higuruma’s chuckling from behind the screen, cutting through the heady air in the room. “Heh, guess you’ve had enough of this since you’re already muted Nanami. Fair enough, I’ve kept you long enough.”

And the words ring in the air, Nanami’s eyes unwavering from his laptop. Turned crazed as he looks to you, a hand already beginning to shut the screen.

“You’re free to go, make up your time with the wife or somethi-”

Slamming it closed.

Followed shortly by you - being slammed onto the ground. Nanami’s hand underneath your face, cushioning the impact when you’re shoved face-first. Him mounting on you in a split second, strong thighs flexing with the effort to fuck you right there right then into the hardwood floor. Depraved. Animalistic.

Not faltering for even a moment when he’s pulling you back by the tie digging into your wrists, sure to leave marks. Using the moment to watch the way your ass ripples every time he’s ramming into you.

“Ken- fuck! Kento-” you sob like a mantra when he hikes up a leg of his to hit all those angles that have him bruising your sweet spots. Thrusts long, hard. Not leaving a single spot inside your gummy cunt untouched. “S’too good too good too good- hah- wan’ed this for so long since you were on that meeting. So hngh- close.”

“M-me too.” Nanami responds, sounding nothing like the put-together business man he was a few moments ago. Almost crazed now. Unpredictable.

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same.

All it takes are a few filthy, nasty strokes of his sensitive cock into your snug pussy, of his fingers toying and teasing your clit - and then you’re cumming so fucking hard around him.

Your walls sucking him in a smooth staccato like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of Nanami while he drills into you through the pleasure. Not even thinking twice before spilling into your greedy pussy himself.

Thick, creamy spurts of cum that warm you from the inside out. Reaching all those hidden spots inside while he pumps it deeper and deeper.

“Oh, my love.” Nanami groans when he pools the seed dribbling out of your cunt with ease. Making a mess of your pussy down below, of that creamy ring at his hilt. “Don’t think m’done making up for my overtime yet.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Battle of wills

“Awww.” you hear Geto’s deep voice cooing softly in your ear. Running his mouth smugly - as if he wasn’t just smashing the angry, soaked tip of his cock into you right now. “You can’t even talk right now. You can’t even breathe.”

Fuck, if it was any less true then you might’ve argued - maybe spat out a hissy little comment.

But, instead, you’re managing out a wet gurgle, Geto’s thick, ringed fingers tightening where they were wrapped prettily around your neck. “I-I-”

The other draws languid, torturous circles on your sensitive clit, just as teasing as the way his hips were just barely pushing past your sopping wet slit. Nudging your honeyed walls with only his fat head. “What was that, gorgeous?”

“I said.” you gasp, when your beloved boyfriend mercifully lets his grip loosen ever-so-slightly to let you answer. “I- I’m going to win the bet, Sugu.”

Ah, the bet. That stupid, thoughtless little challenge you’d posed just a few hours ago about who’d break first if Geto was to fuck your tight pussy with just his tip.

Who knew it would end up with your face pushed into the silky covers of your pillow, both of you barely-lucid and losing your minds as Geto pounded into you as much as he allowed himself to? Both your pathetic prides holding back, just waiting for the other to break first.

Geto’s voice was tinged with amusement, something so dark and mellow as he purrs against the shell of your ear. Cold metal rings digging into your flesh, you choke. “Well then…” His sinful abs flex ominously against your back, “-we’ll just have to see, right?”

“H-hey!” you gasp for air when he slams his hips forwards, letting your dripping cunt envelope him all the way down to that wide rim of his slit.

“What?” he muses in response, circles speeding up and so so messy on your sensitive nub now. “S’jus’ the tip right? Exactly what I did. I’m-” Before moving again, in sultry, purposeful rolls of his slutty hips back and forth. “-not gonna be the hah- one losing this bet.”

Fuck, you’d forgotten how competitive your boyfriend was - always going easy, until he decided he wanted to win.

Geto’s eyes flit between his fingers, blocking your airway, and the wide wide rim of your sloppy entrance being stretched upon his thick head.

Shit, the sight itself was heavenly enough that it had him almost second-guessing his resolve and stuffing you full like he wanted to. Almost.

“Close to surrender?” he’s panting out when a few more shallow, teasing half-strokes has your gummy walls clenching around him like you’re trying to drag out something delicious. Exactly the way he loves - exactly the way he’s addicted to. And, usually, Geto would tell you over and over how much he loves it - but, this time, his ego makes him simply leave a wet trail of kisses down your arched spine. Murmuring heatedly into your ear, “No shame in ngh- giving up, y’know.”

Harder. Deeper - almost.

Squealing airily, “M’not- m’not giving up.”

Immediately, Geto’s chuckling when he squeezes your pretty neck tighter, “M’gonna choke you harder when you lie, gorgeous. Now tell me-” Just wringing out syrupy moans of his name with each push. Each urgent flick of his fingers on your clit - not even circles anymore, fuck no he was too far gone for that now. Just messy, senseless patterns. “Y’gonna lose like my ah- p-pretty girl or am I gonna hafta keep treating you like my bitch?”

“But-” you wheeze.

“I hngh- also really wanna fuck this cute cunt properly, y’know/”

Your vision’s blurring now, lungs straining for air. Yet you’re so cockdrunk that all you can focus on is the lewd curve of Geto’s dick, barely even realizing when your hips are trying to inch down for more. Jolting with each rub of his thumb against your clit.

Harder. Deeper.

“Sugu!” you’re screaming when you recklessly slam yourself back to meet his ruthless cadence. All the way back until your ass was pressing flush against the v-line jutting out from Geto’s toned pelvis. Shoving his cock so deep inside your plushy cunt it felt like his fat tip was making its mark against your lungs.

You lost - gladly.

And for all his confidence, Geto Suguru is shocked. Half-lidded eyes flying open, teeth biting down on his lower lip so hard with the effort to hold back his disbelieving moans it was like he was trying to draw blood.

“O-oh oh my god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” he shudders, jaw falling slack, swollen cock colliding in and out with your needy cunt.

You send him a delirious half-glance, “Are you ok-”

The hand rested around your throat immediately comes down - finally letting you breathe. Only to just slam your head back down onto the pillow so you can’t see how utterly fucked he was. Keeping you still, “Just shut up and cum f’me, gorgeous.”

And oh you do - all over Geto’s pretty cock, your elastic walls molding around him to feel every ridge and bump as he fucks you through your wave of high. Hard. Fast. Sending electricity down your veins every time he hits the bullseye of your g-spot. Over and over and-

“H-hey, Sugu-” your teary face manages to look up from the pillow. Gummy walls still spasming around him, “Best out of three?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - FIRST?!

It was a simple favor, really - just a way to help your dear best friend lose his virginity.

To shut up those adorable whines about how much he dreams of feeling your- a pussy wrapped around his cock. And when he looked to you for help with those dark, puppy-dog eyes? Well, how could you ever say no?

Which is why you have Choso splayed out on your mattress, hazy gaze bulging when you straddle his toned hips. Sliding his tight boxers down his thighs - fuck, he was massive. A delicate, innocent pink at his angry head, leaking endless precum all the way down, down, down his creamy length.

“Jus’ the tip, right?” you hum. Cunt throbbing at the sight of his swollen cock twitching up in interest at the mere sound of your sultry tone. “Jus’ to have you feel me?”

“God, yes.” he whispers - barely even audible, when you slot his leaky tip between your puffy folds. Letting your pussy drool your sweet sweet juices all over him. “Yes yes yes hurry please need to feel you- just the tip just the-” Choso’s voice breaks when you just barely press him past that first ring of resistance. “Oh- oh fuuuuck this is what it feels like? Hngh-”

The stretch of his fat head inside was so sinful. So maddening and shit- if this was what it was like with barely half of his tip in, then it drove you insane to wonder what it’d be like if you took in all of him. Smirking, “Mhm? You hah- like this, Cho?”

Fuck, hearing that little nickname right now makes Choso get even girthier, cock swelling painfully to stretch your sloppy hole.

“L-like this?” he asks, voice ragged with genuine disbelief. Barely-lucidly bringing one of your hands up to his face to press a soft, lingering kiss. “Oh, baby, I l-love this.”

He’s inching his thick head in further and further, kissing down your neck wetly.

You’re choking when he starts up a messy, urgent rut of his hips upwards - untimed and sloppy like he didn’t know how to use his unforgiving cock yet, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Just bare, shallow little thrusts that have your hole stretching out and molding to the shape of his needy tip.

Babbling, “Fuck, what’ve you done to me? How can you f-feel so good- how can you-”

Over and over and-

“O-oh, Cho!” you gasp when he accidently brushes up against one of your hidden sweet spots. Eyes going wide, jaw falling into an awestruck “oh” at as you buck and clamp down so fucking tight around him. Begging, “There- fuck fuck there wan’ more- hngh wan’ more of you, please.”

The only response you’re getting is a string of incoherent profanity. Shit, Choso thinks he’s gonna pass out - that he might just paint your pretty pussy white already.

But because he couldn’t stand the embarrassment of that, he wraps his big arms so tight around your waist. Running a palm to cradle your scalp, he hisses when he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Can’t.” And the word has barely left his sagging lips before Choso gives an unplanned, jagged thrust up into your cunt. Body moving before his mind to bully his swollen cock inside, spreading your puffy folds along the veins down his length. “Can’t- just the tip- shouldn’t.”

“S��okay, Cho–”

“But-”

You were his best friend. His favorite person - and he always did feel guilty for thinking of you, cock in hand, on those long lonely nights. So this is the last thing he should be doing.

But, oh it was like a dam had been broken open, and despite his words, Choso’s mouth is salivating at the thought.

Pushing in sweet, desperate bucks of his hips to just drag your sloppy pussy down deeper and deeper - unknowingly, all the way down to his soaked base. Yet Choso was still pushing and pushing deliriously.

“Just the tip just the- shouldn’t do this-” he pants against your open mouth, nipping and sucking on your bottom lips. “Only ever ngh- dreamed of this.” Each word is punctured by a rough ram into your dripping cunt, molding your gummy walls to that upwards curve of his dick. Reeling out a honeyed ah! ah! ah! from you every time his pretty veins were pulsing against your sensitive spots. “Shouldn’t ohhh I shouldn’t- fuck!”

Choso loses the end of his sentence - and his sanity - when he dares take a greedy look downwards.

Being met with the absolutely obscene sight of your poor cunt being split apart on him. Realizing he was now very much past his tip, veering into the dangerous territory of your pussy lips kissing his toned pelvis, milking him until there was nothing more.

“Heh.” His glassy eyes look up when you giggle, “So much for hah- ‘jus’ the tip’, huh?”

Choso grins - a languid, pussydrunk grin you never thought you could even imagine on your sweet best friend. Purring lowly, “Oh, my girl.Because of you m’never gonna be satisfied with just the tip ever again.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Please, please, please

“Apology not accepted, brat.” Sukuna spits out over your blubbering cries, still holding your squirming hips so stupidly still around his fat tip. Nothing more, nothing less. “Nuh uh, this is all yer gonna get if you wanna hah- complain so much.”

Now, Ryomen Sukuna is a strong man, always has been. He hasn’t missed those concerned looks strangers give you when he’s out in public with you, or the way your coworkers’ eyes widened in shock when they first saw him.

The strongest - for everything except you.

So, when he overhears you gossiping with your little friends about how maybe he’s too big - how it’s a bit of a hassle to lose your ability to walk every night - then, well, that spiteful little part of himself decides it’s time to give you exactly what you want.

You’re wriggling your ass downwards, gummy walls sucking him up trying to sink further and further down Sukuna’s dizzying cock, “B-but Kuna-”

“B-b-but Kuna.” He mocks in a pitch higher than normal, two thick fingers coming up to squish your tear-stained cheeks together into an embarrassing pout. Smirking down greedily, “But what? You were runnin’ this pretty mouth earlier, what happened now, hm? Too cockdrunk?”

And fuck, he didn’t expect you to be in the state to think up an answer to that question - he didn’t think you even heard it at first, too busy trying to milk his cock for all he was worth.

But oh you always did surprise him.

Teary, overstimulated gaze locking with his dark one when you give an unsteady, determined nod. Whimpering, “F-fuck yes.”

Unbeknownst to himself - and his little scheme to punish you - your lewd little answer has Sukuna’s hips jutting forwards. Bullying past your gummy resistance to spearhead just a tinge more than his fat head into your sloppy entrance.

“O-oh.” he groans, dropping his head feverishly into the crook of your neck. Trying to get back some control over his own body, but shit just an ounce of the way your slutty cunt was massaging every ridge and curve of his swollen cock and the king of curses just breaks. He’s biting his sharp canines down on your lower lip in what can barely be called a kiss. Messy. “Oh you little minx. You evil, evil-” He gives a punctuated half-thrust. “-brat.”

And that’s all it takes for Sukuna to be drunk on your cunt. To sink his achingly hard cock in so deep that it has his heavy balls smacking your ass, his leaky tip pressing a harsh peck to your poor cervix.

Deeper.

Hips immediately snapping forwards to replicate those purposeful, long slams you were tittering about just earlier today.

“You’re so fuckin- hah-” he sucks in a shaky breath when you clench down on him hard. Absent-mindedly, Sukuna toys his free thumb down to roll against your neglected clit, wondering if this was part of your evil plan. Spitting against your kiss-bitten lips, “-unfair. Riling me up, complaining about it being ‘too much’ n’ then taking it like such a slut.”

It’s all you can do to moan brokenly, “Wasn’t- wasn’t complaining.”

For this, you’re getting a punishing smack! to your ravaged clit, immediately followed by an apologetic circle of Sukuna’s fingers. Harder. “So now you’re gonna ngh- lie while m’fucking you like this?”

As if to prove his point - and maybe drag out a few more of your honeyed cries on his cock - he’s reeling his hips back. Letting his throbbing veins massage against every inch of your elastic walls until it was just the ends of his thick head left inside you now. “Really? Real confident for someone that was just begging for my cock, y’know.”

“N-no!” you gasp, panicked. Your ankles manage to lock around Sukuna’s sculpted waist, digging into those sinful dimples at the end of his spine to push his length in deeper - just the way you liked it. “No no no- ngh was a compliment. A compliment I swear! Was bragging ah-”

He leers oh so cockily, “Oh really?”

Only growing at your urgent nod, your glossy lips falling into such a pretty pout, “Promise. Would n-never hah- complain about your cock, Kuna.”

Fuck, did you know how to drive him insane.

To have him playing right into your pretty lil’ hands.

Because each and every word spilling out of your delirious mouth has Sukuna fucking you deeper and deeper into the mattress. So animalistic with the way he was plunging into you like some glorified sextoy, the curve of his dick rubbing spots inside your gummy walls that you didn’t even know existed. That have you seeing stars. That have him forgetting that stupid promise of “just the tip”.

Too big? Fucking hilarious, you were lucky if you could make it out alive tonight with the way all the blood in his massive body was rushing to Sukuna’s dick, stretching him to an obscene girth.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he’s grunting with each nudge against your cervix, your g-spot. Bruising you from the inside out. “Well then…” He’s wrestling your nodding face towards him, thrusts growing more and more erratic with each moan. “-let’s give you some more to brag about, hm?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - (Mind)break!

No one would believe their ears if they could see the great Gojo Satoru right about now. That Gojo Satoru? The strongest? The cocky lil’ shit that upturned desks and skipped out on every single jujutsu meeting?

Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that came straight to you after a particularly taxing jujutsu mission, eyes wide - crazed, a feral grin on him that’d never left. Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that had to take only one look at you before ripping your poor clothes off, pent-up jujutsu still thrumming behind his fingers where he folded you into such a mean mating press. Making you cum over and over selfishly while he hasn’t even once.

Of course.

But here he was - around your third orgasm, his face buried nose-deep at your erratic pulse, powerful hips jerky and stuttering while he tried to keep his swollen cock controlled, buried inside your heavenly cunt still only till that pretty pink slit at his head.

Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he didn’t want to break you just yet.

“Aww, look at you- fuck!” Gojo whines when the tip of his sensitive cock brushes up against another one of your sweet spots. Reeling back ever-so-slightly to spit right onto your bulging cunt once. Twice. “Fuck just look at you, sweetheart.”

And before you can react, a large hand is enveloping your cheeks. Sending a buzz of electricity from his touch to where he was tilting your head down, forcing you to look at the obscene sight below you.

Your ravaged cunt all messy and glistening with the excess of Gojo’s saliva, slobbering even filthier down the head of his unforgiving cock. Red and angry, each slow, controlled grind just begging for you to take him whole.

The little gasp that leaves your candied lips is enough for Gojo to moan gutturally, “Ohhh look at that- look at that. Makes me wanna hah-” His ragged words trail off, thighs flexing like they were about to shove himself up, up, up and- only for your boyfriend to gather whatever’s left of his sanity with a sharp intake of breath. “-wanna break you.”

Stubbornly, you jut out your kiss-bitten lower lip, grinding your hips up pathetically to try and take some more greedy inches for yourself. “Why not? Wan’ more than jus’ the tip, gimme ngh all of it.”

“Heh, my needy girl. So- so cock-hungry, huh?” Gojo spits, another steady stream of saliva hitting your waiting tongue- wait, when did you even let it loll out like that? He plows on, thumb gliding over to gloss it over your lips. “Wish I could- ohhh I wish so bad. But m’too fuckin’ hah- worked up after that mission. Can’t handle- can’t control hngh-”

Each word sounds stilted - pained. And Gojo’s giving minute, almost-unidentifiable thrusts puncturing each one. Slowly but surely losing his sanity as well as his restraint.

If either of you were in any better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed that glowing tinge in his hazy eyes, the little crackles of purple lighting dancing down his milky skin.

But, no, instead you’re whining, “I don’t care, Toru–”

“No you d-don’t get to do that.” he gasps, eyes going wide at that unfair nickname. Giving a dangerous half-thrust into your gummy walls. “No no no no you don’t get to do that. M’only giving you the tip right now.” And you’re being gifted a messy little graze of Gojo’s plump lips against your own, hissing when you bite down. “Don’t know the ngh- extent of my power. S’unstable- could kill- hah destroy-”

“You talk too much.”

Gojo can sense it before it happens - of course he can. And he knows he should stop it, for the safety of you and less importantly, the entirety of Japan. He knows he should keep fucking you with just his fat head, keeping as much composure as possible.

But Gojo lets it happen anyway.

Letting those wobbly legs of yours dangling around his broad shoulders lock in an instant to just nudge his body forwards. Sighing when you feel the stretch of his rock-hard cock making their mark past his thick head.

The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining too bright that they burst into little shards of energy.

Yet it doesn’t matter to you or Gojo, his electric-blue eyes burning bright into the darkness. Tiny flicks of lightning illuminating your ruined bedroom as his entire body stiffens for a split-second. Jolting like he’d come to life - and in one, fluid movement, he was buried inside your tight pussy. Fully.

Fuck, Gojo’s stretched so taut. Something ugly, dangerous snapping in him when that’s all it takes for him to be releasing thick rope after rope of his seed. Cumming and cumming so hard it’s like he can’t stop. Won’t stop.

Knows he won’t for a very, very long time even when you reach your high for the fourth time that night. Milking him for every single drop.

Even when his cum paints your gummy walls a white to match his hair, filling you up so much that it overspills. Forming a lewd little pool below that makes you tremble impossibly deeper down Gojo’s still hard cock.

And the only thing you can hear in the moment the low crackle of jujutsu in the suddenly pressurized air, and the sinful squelches as Gojo steadies his hips back dangerously. Readying. Letting out a raspy, barely-audible whisper, “If we make it out of this alive, remind me to buy you plan B, sweetheart.”

A/N. Tony stop writing Higuruma cameos challenge GO! (Failed)

Plagiarism not authorized.

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo x reader #geto x reader #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #gojo smut #geto smut #sukuna smut #nanami smut #tonywrites #consui sees #consui says sum

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xiaowhore · 3 years ago

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VISIONS YOU SAY??? it’s my time to shine ive dedicated my entire being to this

pyro visions are the most simple and are given to people with a passion that they pursue. all visions are technically passion based but pyro is the most straight forward. bennett got his vision for his love of adventure, xiangling for cooking, and yanfei for law. diluc is a special case because he first got his vision at ten for his want to become a knight. he then left his vision to do some criminal network stuff, and took back his vision when he found his new passion, protecting mondstadt(his story has a lot of cool symbolism i love it)

electro visions are given to people with a strong belief in their self. fischl and her prinzessin identity, lisa being a powerful mage, choosing to laze around knowing about the people who have gone crazy on their power, razor with the wolves, beidou achieveing anything that she says she will(defeating the sea monster), and keqing and her not trusting the gods and having a generally alternative way of thinking.

hydro visions confuse me a bit however i believe they are given to people with pure motives. this is a little confusing but bear with me. mona practicing astrology and receiving her vision in the search for the “truth of the world,” xingqiu reviving the guhua clan to follow a chivalrous life, or one like how a hero would. barbra singing to make the people happy and to heal them, childes isn’t very clear to me, it doesn’t specifically state whether his hydro vision is a delusion or if it is just the electro one. i have a threory on delusions if you would like to hear it too.

cryo visions are given to people that have been hurt by the world/ were about to die or have had been stuck at a cross roads. qiqi literally dying wishing that she could freeze time and live, ganyu being torn between the human and adepti world, eula choosing between her ancestors or breaking free of the past, kaeya with both, choosing to stay loyal to mondstadt or khanrei ah (not sure i’m spelling that right) and almost dying in his fight with diluc before receiving his vision.

anemo visions are given to people who want to create a better world. jean and her family motto: for mondstadt, always, and making it become a better place, xiao defending liyue and protecting its people no matter the cost, sucrose practicing alchemy to create a fantasy land, and venti fighting a revolution to go outside of the winds of old mondstadt, creating the new mondstadt to be the place he believed the nameless bard would have loved to be, and then helping vanessa overthrow the aristocracy.

geo visions are given to people who want to better the future for themselves. it is sort of the opposite to anemo, instead of fighting for a better future regardless of yourself, it’s working hard to better the future for yourself. ningguang starting off poor and working her way up to the richest person in teyvat, albedo finding the answer to life through alchemy so he can see his master again and understand himself, noelle in her efforts of become a knight of favonius, and zhongli creating the contract to end all contracts to relieve himself of his duties of being and archon

dendro visions(this is all speculation) are given to people who seek out knowledge for knowledges sake. varka who ignores his job as grand master and goes on constant expeditions, baizhu studying qiqi and medicine to achieve immortality(i think), and yao yao who is supposedly studying under ganyu. also the fact that sumeru has the famous sumeru academia where mona gets a lot of her equipment and where lisa studied

this is all my thinking, but to other people who want to know where i got a lot of this information, look at the descriptions for the ascension crystals. read the description for the full completed crystal for each element, the description shows a quote from the corresponding archon and it gives a vague idea about how visions are given.

-(i don’t know what to call myself)

woahhhh i didn't know it was that in depth,,, they're all so interesting! you'd think they only give out random elements to characters but they fit their personalities so well. makes me excited for future archons too, since their aspirations tie to a corresponding vision. (hydro and cryo in particular interests me)

going off of this, if i were to have a vision (based off a previous ask asking me this but i couldnt answer lol) i think i'd have geo,,,, that's where all the hot people are

#mail — !#anemo ppl have at least one dead friend #(except for maybe jean but i heard lisa has a death flag...)

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ingravinoveritas · 3 years ago

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Gotta say it’s rich coming from a faction of fans who ship two (asfaik) straight male actors (obviously friends who are secure enough to have fun playing up their chemistry) to begrudge a wife an “overshare” lol. You write explicit fics about real people, you live in a fantasy world and have an obvious confirmation bias when it comes to their RL partners!Don't you think you need to check your sense of reality from time to time lol?And may be not post your delusions in general tags?Just a thought

Wow, Anon...you’ve somehow managed to boil a complex thought/discussion down to its simplest possible form, which is...scarily impressive, really.

But I can tell you haven’t read a single word of my blog other than the post you saw in the tag earlier today. Because if you had, you would realize a few things, one of which is that everything I write/analyze/answer contains references and receipts to back up my assertions. The posts I have made about shipping Michael and David are based almost entirely on things they have put out there (quotes, pictures, interviews, videos etc.) over the past three years, and I have gone out of my way to include links to those things wherever possible.

It’s funny to see folks like you referring to those of us who ship Michael and David as “delusional,” especially since you gave away the breadth of your knowledge with the “(asfaik) straight male actors” in your first sentence. If you were actually interested in the truth and not just coming here to read me to filth, you would know that Michael has talked openly and at length about his same-sex attractions on previous occasions.

Also, Kate Beckinsale, Michael’s ex-girlfriend and the mother of his older daughter, has recently gone on record as saying that Michael had a crush on Jude Law back in the Wilde days. All told, Kate and Michael were together for nearly a decade, and have known each other a lot longer than that. So is she delusional, too?

There’s one more thing you would’ve noticed if you had read my blog, Anon. Time and time again, I have said that I am not entirely convinced that something has happened between Michael and David. I think it is highly plausible, but I have and will always leave room for the possibility that they are, indeed, purely platonic. Yet you come into my Ask box with your big, brass virtual cojones so completely convinced that you are right and I am wrong, entirely unwilling to even consider that Michael and David could be something other than straight and just friends.

People tell us who they are in all sorts of ways that aren’t listed on an IMDb bio page. They tell us just by being who they are. Michael Sheen in particular is not a subtle man, and has never hidden who he is. David might be more subtle in comparison to Michael (then again, so is a house fire), but being less vocal doesn’t mean that he feels less strongly about who he is.

But honestly, even if he or David did say something outright, I don’t think you would believe either of them. At this point, Michael could post a picture on Twitter where he is fully clothed and David is naked and straddling his lap, back to the mirror as Michael faces forward, David’s knees on either side of his body, head in profile just enough for us to see them smiling at each other, Michael gazing at David’s lips, one hand holding up the phone, the other resting just above the barely visible curve of David’s arse, gently but firmly pressing him flush against his chest...and people still would see only what they want to see.

(But I’ll bet you anything if we were talking about a man and a woman instead of two men, this discussion wouldn’t even be happening.)

Yes, I have read and written RPF about Michael and David. Yes, I have made my blog a safe space for people to talk about it, and about the things that so many seem to notice or wonder about but are too afraid to mention because of people like you. I know exactly who I am, Anon...and it’s not someone who has nothing better to do than go onto other people’s blogs to send hate.

I need to check my “sense of reality”? Maybe you should be checking yours...

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dumbdemonslayertexts · 4 years ago

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random excerpts from black girl time travel kny au

Pairing: rengoku / oc

note: lots of angst mostly. forgive me for this not being y/n format i have to work up the chops to be graceful enough to write that

tagging @dudeandduchess and @adoriable and @tengens-bunny bc they sparked the greatest muse i’ve ever had to write fictions since i was like 14 literally wtf you are my queens???!?!

even with her mind working double overtime to secure her discomfort, the serenity if the rengoku estate could not be diminished. imene tried her hardest to remember any time prior to her time shift where she saw the moon so brilliantly illuminating the earth below it. each blade of grass, every stone in the garden reflected its glow; the whole of her surroundings were accented with such a pure silvery lining, giving a beauty distinctive to the night alone. it was tranquil enough for her to eventually draw a cleansing breath through her lungs, which finally released some of the staleness of doubt and second guessing that had filled her self image lately.

“you are awake still, imene-chan?”

that voice struck her in her chest, shooting sparks of heat and flutters in her stomach. and the fact that she was hearing it meant he was home. safe. and home.

“imene,” she softly insisted, making him smile as though he were being teased.

“imene.” his voice was warmer when he said her name, she would swear to it. and it stirred in her heart almost painfully with the need to hold him forever.

“i couldn’t sleep,” she shrugged off her dilemma, far more preoccupied in the happiness of seeing him, falling into those gorgeously untamed eyes and sweet smile again… “i’m happy to see you!”

“kyojuro.”

when the depth of his rich tone interjected his name, it caught her by surprise. and, true to form, he hadn’t needed her to say a word before reading her thoughts and emotions with complete accuracy.

“wh–?”

he lessened the distance between them, tucking his chin to sustain her eye contact where she sat, “imene… would you say it for me?”

the shadow of pessimism in her brain was shouting. he was easing the lines of formality as a kindness—-it was his vibrant character and nothing more. why was she so dense as to not even understand that? why did a simple name make her world feel brighter, and have her smiling to him, lovestruck?

“kyojuro.”

he smiled. with utter bliss, he smiled at her, exhaling like she’d lifted a weight from him. “ah… i prefer that, i think… don’t you?"

just like that, the playfulness was back in his voice and eyes. though, another element felt as though it had been added unto it. one she was far too daunted to even hope to name. so she changed the subject.

"how’re you feeling..?” she asked, lifting herself to stand, “you’re not hurt anywhere, are you? did you get any sleep or did you come right–”

she’d closed the remaining space between them as she fretted over him. ginger, worrying hands grazed butterfly touches up his chest, and the moment she’d made the mistake of tenderly cupping his face, his grin vanished… along with the delusion of pleasant standing she had dared hoped for with anyone there. it took so very little, but reality struck her like frozen lead.

the subtlest way she could, imene lowered her touch away from him, even as she felt stony ice fill her stomach at his reaction. she could feel how he’d stiffened just before she took her hands away. so then, at that very second with how clear things had become, finality settled into her. still, she wished he would have just lunged his blade through her gut instead; the pain would have been so much less.

“i–” kyojuro tried his best to play off the disgust, to turn the awkwardness in any other emotional direction. the poor thing even had the courtesy to look remorseful—-very convincingly, at that. god, how noble could one man be to still be kind and gentlemanly even now, trying to play off repulsion as he so obviously was? “no, i am not injured, i am feeling well! but i wished to return home as quickly as i could once i’d fulfilled my assignment. so, yes, i made the decision to return directly. i hope you haven’t been up out of worry for me.”

he was even back to beaming a smile by then, close-eyed and cheerful. she could only give half the heart in her attempt to smile back, barely nodding to acknowledge his answer. the bolt of dejection was still scalding in her chest, trying its best to well tears into her eyes.

“what is it?”

he asked after she’d broken eye contact with him for a time. imene had needed the privacy to blink down the urge to cry.

“i’m …ready to go back to oyakata-sama’s estate. but i was kind of worried of how much trouble it would be to ask if he would take me in a second time… i didn’t know if it would be rude to him,” she tried to sound as casual as she possibly could, asking softly, like it were nothing more than a passing thought over an inevitable eventuality instead of a conscious decision of hers. but from the look on kyojuro’s face, she may as well has torn a hole through him.

“has something happened?”

he was so concerned. kyojuro sounded so hurt and concerned that the prickling of tears threatened her lashes again. even with his aversion to her, she could not stand to see someone so sweet and kind be hurt. “no…”

“please, imene, if you were upset by anything that happened while i was away–”

“i wasn’t, kyojuro,” she insisted, pleading.

“are you unhappy?” he asked. and it broke her heart to hear just how willing he was to remedy whatever issue she may have experienced just by the tone of his voice, especially after just returning from a mission, “you don’t have to hesitate to tell me if I have failed to host you well.”

“you haven’t failed anything. i’m not unhappy. but I can–” dread made the words catch in her throat, but it was too late for her to retract anything now, “feel that I’m making everyone uncomfortable."

she waited for him to say something, but the flame hashira only looked at her in pained confusion, stunned and churning his brain to unravel her meaning.

"your father does not want me in your home, kyojuro. i’m a stranger to him—-in fact, I’m pretty sure he can sense that i don’t belong here,” she explained. he was faintly shaking his head, but even with the urge to protest, kyojuro could not deny that truth. “and senjuro–”

“he adores you,” kyojuro desperately interjected. her lips parted to negate it, but he continued before she could. and suddenly, there was a visible glimmering in his sunborn eyes, “he’s told me. many times, everyday we spend together. you…” his face softened from the accosted state she’d frozen it into earlier, and he paused his hurried explanations, “ease him. from our father. even though it is nowhere in your responsibility, you comfort him.”

“him liking me is just going to strain things between the two of them even more,” she shook her head, trying physically to mash the stress out of her temples, “that can’t be worth it, i don’t know how long I’ll even be in this time!”

“you would be surprised at its worth, imene."

her conscience screamed at her to look at him, and she refused for as long as she could… just for knowing how gutting it would be to do. decency prevailed over her to finally grant him enough to at least meet his eyes, though. and the way his soul cried out to her through them left her destroyed.

"i’m so sorry to have made you uncomfortable in my home. you needn’t worry about speaking with oyakata-sama, that is my responsibility, i will take care of it.”

he was resigned and sullen. It was almost impossible to tell with how genuinely he retained a positive outlook despite anything, but imene could see the sadness shining in his fiery stare, even with how radiant his grin was. she could also note how the sure grip of his sword had lessened to self-soothing strokes with his thumb at its hilt. “In the morning, I’ll make the arrangements for you. …I hope you believe me, imene, about senjuro. It’s been some time since he’s had …a loving woman around him. he isn’t likely to remember our mother well. what you’ve given with your presence is precious to him. priceless, I would say.”

he gave her an elegiac curve of his lips, and the water blurring her sight conquered her at last, dripping tears so heavy they fell straight to the ground, without a trace left on her cheeks.

“as for our father… he has been this way for a while. it is him. or, it’s what he has become, not a result of your being here. his callousness falls onto senjuro and myself normally, but I suppose you provided a new outlet for it …” he sighed, “it doesn’t excuse my negligence, but i will speak to him, you have my word.”

when she swept her eyes free of more accumulating tears, she felt kyojuro’s palms encircling her arms. it was a touch she had been desiring from the moment these feelings for him had begun to surface, yet when she felt it, she recoiled as if she were burned.

“imene,” he begged quietly. she still tried to keep her tone even.

“but you, kyojuro.”

confusion seeped into the misery soaking his expression, and his brow curled again to search for some hidden meaning in her words. his hands were away from her, though, the instant she showed discomfort.

“you’re the most uncomfortable around me of the three of you. you’re disgusted when i come close to touching you, you can’t even stand to be near me, in the same room, you’re always double checking to see if i’m up to something down every hall and in every room, and around your brother—-i can’t stay here and make you feel like that in your own home! especially when you’re out saving people and risking your life constantly! why would you even want me here if i make you so ill at ease—why would you want to come home to that kind of feeling after all you do!”

she hated how much heat she could feel under her skin–behind her eyes, in her cheeks and nose, at her ears. even more, she hated the pinched and congested whine her emotive state rendered her voice to, like some indignant child. it was humiliating to say aloud to him—-to verbalize just how awfully her self-regard had been eaten away, and to at last face it herself. now her cheeks and chin lay adorned with sheening wet streaks. she couldn’t hide any of it any longer. stillness followed after. not a word spoken, only the amplification of her breaths rattling and struggling to calm against rengoku’s measured silence.

when she could bear to raise her head again, imene could see him in what looked to be a deep epiphany. a terrible one. like his actions had only know processed into awareness for him, and had left him reflecting in horror.

“imene.”

he lifted his eyes enough for her to come into view, and his own lashes were starry now, blacker with the moisture accumulating at their base, in spite of the soft grin he wore, “i’m afraid i have to correct you. you said i haven’t failed in caring for you well. but i have done exactly that.

"would you come and sit with me,” he propositioned when she said no more. he’d expected nothing less when she could only look away from him with clenched, leaking eyes, so clearly pained that it ripped his heart to shreds. kyojuro was patient to await her answer, and held out his arm for her when she surprisingly accepted. imene had assumed that they would both share the space on the engawa she’d taken before his return. instead, he lead them to a more secluded area of the estate’s garden, on a stone bench that provided ample view of the night time, and allowed an unstifled breeze to cool them both that she greatly appreciated.

“i must apologize.”

“you did already.”

kyojuro glanced over his shoulder, hearing her delicate assurance. it surged through him, littering his skin in goosebumps.

out of consideration of how small their shared seat would be, he had crowded himself at the corner by her side. it allowed them both room for their legs, considering how widely his sat apart, but he could admit there there was a high element of shame that made it more difficult to face her. “yes, and it is not at all adequate for how i’ve hurt you.”

every time he spoke, sounding like he cared, she could do nothing but weep more. somehow, in spite of everything, his sympathy hurt more than anything else. and made her feel horrible for not being acceptable. “you can’t help how you feel, rengoku-s–”

“kyojuro."

his eyes met hers with stone solid conviction that she couldn’t understand. for someone who disliked her so palpably, he was intent on establishing friendly casualness between them that gave her a migraine trying to comprehend. his next words went far enough to bring a knot to her brow. "you’re right, i can’t. but to have acted on those feelings so poorly is shameful."

"acted on them poorly?”

“you were manifested in oyakata-sama’s estate. a refugee he deemed to have been brought here for divine reason. he is our leader in this fight we have undertaken against evil. he is the head of our organization, to be honored and respected.”

“it seemed that way,” her faint voice commented.

“yes. for that reason, and more i can’t explain now. understand, if my master says to me that you are precious, to be cared for, i wouldn’t ever dishonor that, nor you.”

now he’d given her her own shocking epiphany. it was slow to unravel itself with how meticulously he explained, frustratingly peeling away with the more he revealed to her in this less than receptive state that her mortification left her in.

“i wished to fulfill the role of your caretaker as best as i could. but as a hashira, i am frequently called away for extensive periods,” he gradually began to turn himself round, now diagonally beside her rather than perpendicular, “you are out of my direct sight for so long that i force you to tolerate my overcompensating once i return. i want you adjusted well, to not be overwhelmed or confused, or grieved with being alone. i wished to watch over you closely in case you were to need me.”

“oh…”

“and your nearness…” he began again, “imene, you were brought here under my protection. not only for me to oversee your healing wounds, but for your safe keeping all together. you are my charge. but i took this upon myself before knowing you—-i was not prepared for you to be so gentle and loving, and to possess warmth that i have not felt in so many years. you emanate affection–your spirit could even bring out playfulness in tokito-san. and your strength is one i have only seen in one other in my life."

she wanted to cry again, now. and was well on her way, hearing this perfect man speak of her so glowingly. out of nowhere.

"your peculiar beauty was something i was prepared to disregard. i am from a family of uncommon features; i willed myself to overlook the uniqueness of your eyes as many do mine, and to not be stricken with the comeliness of your hair, or with the beauty of your delicate complexion—-one i have never seen, and that i now will never forget. i convinced myself of it only being the allure of one sent from the heavens. i was mistaken, and then overcome."

"you—-” her voice broke, weighted with the sobs fighting to bubble out of her chest, “i don’t understand…”

“you are the most beautiful woman i have ever set eyes on, imene. my dreams could not even create anyone nearly as bewitching. and i swore to ignore it, until you showed yourself equally as beautiful in your soul.”

▷▷ part 2

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny imagines #kny rengoku #kny kyojuro #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer #demon slayer rengoku #demon slayer kyojuro #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba

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gveret-fic · 4 years ago

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A lil fic in which Gideon showers with her clothes on, changes in the dark, applies her face paint out of a manual, and doesn't touch herself ever. Well. Hardly ever.

HtN spoilers ahead!

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A bit anticlimactic, if you ask me, after slaying brain melting horror bees and swimming right out of hell, for my next great big challenge to be trying to figure out how to take a dump in a prudish little nun’s body without compromising its modesty.

Not to put too fine a point on it or anything, my sombre bathroom break micromanager, but you really didn’t stick the landing on this one. You had a letter for basically every contingency, like you had one for if God sneezed really hard and blew out the sun, I’m pretty sure, and then mine was basically just ‘fuck you, return to sender’. You just went and parked your porsche in my landing pad with the blasters still on and didn’t even bother to leave the DRY CLEANING ONLY tag on the upholstery. I had to come up with a virtue-preserving game plan all on my lonesome, you know.

And I've been such a good girl, Harrow, you'd be proud. Well, at least you'd be such an unexpectedly small, tiny, miniscule, astonishingly negligible amount of pissed off that it's basically pride at that point, right.

Don't get me wrong, it was a logistical nightmare. Ever tried to shower in multiple robes plus what I must assume are, like, pantaloons? The sonic flaps it all the fuck around, and let me tell you, getting spanked by heavy Ninth vestments is now officially off my kink list. Now, the other option is wet dog trapped in straightjacket, and I'm not too keen on that one either. But I stuck with it. It takes like 20 minutes, no joke, to struggle out of all your stupid layers in the dark, with my eyes closed, without touching any of your most hallowed skin. But I've got a knack for it now, you know? If I ever get the chance to get a lil frisky, maybe with a hot ghost or something I don't know, I can totally impress her with my wild 100% contact free striptease skills.

What I'm saying is, I've been such a super duper chaste and meticulous and ephemeral little make believe nun it's like I was never even here. So you gotta take that into consideration, Harrow, when you pass your terrible judgment once I tell you how I've sinned.

So, it happened when I was putting your face paint on. It wasn’t half bad, either. Really, it was half good. I’ve been practicing. I found this horrible little book full of the gnarliest, creepiest, just most hideous skull faces, and they all had these pretentious titles like The Palm of the Storm or The Young Boy’s Booger. Just your style, basically.

But I was looking at your face in the mirror—that’s the way paint application goes, Harrow, don’t pout—and I got stuck on your pinched, bloodless lips for some reason, and I forgot for a moment that it was me in your muscles, and I just thought, wow, you looked so sad. You always looked so goddamn sad, and no one ever did a fucking thing about it, least of all you, and in that moment I was so angry about it, I could smack you.

So naturally I reached out and I brushed your knuckle gently over your cheek. And lo, I wasn’t struck down on the spot. That gave me a bit of a confidence boost, I suppose. I ran your thumb under your eye, just a little avuncular half circle while thinking just the purest fucking thoughts, and it came away wet.

Really got you going, that one little barely there swipe. You needed this real bad, Nonagesimus. I needed this, too. We were gagging for it. We were crying for it. I needed you to be touched gently, so bad, and I needed even badder to be the one doing the touching. I knew you wouldn't want that, of course, don't feel the need to defend your honor. This was my best compromise, okay? I didn't have a lot to work with. This way you wouldn't really be touched and I wouldn't really be touching, but maybe we'd both get a little something out of it anyway.

This is maybe a good time to confess those thoughts weren't so totally super pure. They were maybe a little muddier, a little earthier, you know. Harrow, listen, I've been thinking a lot about your body, what with living in it for months and having only the one made up magazine to look at and being balls to the wall in love and all. Sorry. So when I tell you I've been thinking about running my fingertip over your eyebrow from glabella to sphenoid, what I'm saying is I've fantasized about the texture of each one of your big black goddamn eyebrow hairs so much my finger's never not tingly anymore. And when I wiped your eye with a tiny knuckle and ran that smooth little fingertip along your real ass eyebrow, Harrow, there was a definite fucking tingle, and I didn't fucking stop.

I traced the smooth plane of your frontal bone, the proud arch of your brow ridge. I dragged your fingertips over your temple and into the mass of your sweaty, overlong hair. The side of your finger grazed the shell of your ear, and you shivered—your ears are so sensitive, Nonageaimus, I thought this stuff only happened in porn—and I felt the full, terrifying shape of your skull in my hand. I cupped the back of your sore-ass neck in a palm and I squeezed just a little, just to let us know we were held, and I worked our fingertips into those nonexistent traps that still somehow managed to be clenched tighter than a stoma that's munched down on one too many emperors. I kneaded them good until they loosened just a bit, and we were still crying like a little bitch.

I squeezed your shoulder, the clavicle pressing sharply into our palm, and I stroked down your bicep, which did not deserve the name, by the way, and I brushed the inside of your elbow and I dragged the underside of your bitten fingernails up your forearm and over that terrifyingly delicate wrist and your doll sized soft palm and then I held your fucking hand.

Yeah, I laced our fucking fingers together, Harrow. Eat me.

I could feel your heart beating in our interdigital folds, I was holding your hand so hard and so intertwiney. And we were definitely feeling some kind of way just then. I had to sit down on your bony ass, your eyes leaking, your shoulders shaking, as I was having just the most mortifying little breakdown over holding my own hand.

I'm sorry, Harrow. I wanted to hug you a lot, these past few months. There were so many moments I wanted to reach outside of you, all like blerghgrgh sudden gorgeous beefy arm bursting out of your stomach to smack Shittier Gideon in the balls or give Shittier Tridentarius a purple nurple. I wanted to give you a pat on the head, tell you've been a good good doggie and you can take a lil break now. Wanted to rub your shoulders and arms all over, force a bit of warmth into em even if I've given up on muscle. Wanted to brace the heel of my palm at the small of your back, squeeze your hips and pull em back, run a hand along that spine to make it proud again, just to give you some support, just to see you stand up straight. Wanted to rub the frown right off your brow, poke your lil cheeks and make you snarl, give you something nice and tough to bite on. But mostly I just wanted to hold you.

I wanted to wrap you tight, so that you'd become a compact little package with well defined edges and maybe then you could open it all up and let it out. Only in my big stupid arms, I'd think selfishly, like some sort of grand duke of self delusion, would you finally feel safe enough to cry.

Nah. Who was I kidding? It was me who was crying. It was me who wanted to be comforted, to be touched kindly, to have her hand held, and it was only me who was getting anything out of doing this stupid weird creepy bullshit. I wasn't giving you shit, Nonagesimus. I just wanted to hold your hand.

I didn't let go, though. Again, Harrow, sorry. Your body didn't care that it was only you, only me. Your skin and your flesh and all those bits you didn't care about wanted this too, probably. The pressure, and the warmth, the illusion or the weird roundabout reality of another person who cares about you. Maybe I'm making excuses again. But I care about you, Harrow. You'll believe that much, won't you? I care about your body. I care about all the non-skeleton parts of you, even. Baffling, I know.

So I sat on your ass, and I bent your head over our joined hands, and I cried, and I didn't let go.

#harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #griddlehark #the locked tomb #my fic

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Eye of the Storm 3

Warnings: nonconsensual sexual acts (tags to be added throughout series), implied sexual acts, hints of voyeurism, Thor just generally being a skeev.

This is dark!Thor and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a new servant at the palace of Asgard but the job isn’t so easy as you thought.

Note: @lokislastlove has kindly asked me to stop mentioning her so I will oblige her and not blame her for this chapter. It was entirely me.

Thank you. Love you guys!

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You were dismissed that night, well, the next morning, along with the noblewoman in her mussed dress. You were thankful for the long awaited respite but knew it would not be long. A few hours before you were to report back and spend a second day as the king's tormented chambermaid.

Many servants would long to be in your position, those who tended the higher nobility were often the best off. You wondered if that was merely a fantastical assumption. After only a few weeks in the palace and you'd seen behaviour frowned upon by even the peasants and fishermen.

Well, Thor had no one to tell him no.

You rose as you did every morning and readied. You were groggier than usual but cleared your sleepy eyes and drank a hot tea as you awaited the king's breakfast. You carried the tray carefully up the flights of stone stairs which wound covertly behind the pillars of the palace.

You stopped at the extravagant doors and the outstretched branches on their face. You knocked once, twice, three times. No answer came. You gathered your courage and pushed through. Loud snores rumbled from the bed chamber as you set down your wares.

You were uncertain if you should wake Thor or wait for him to rise. Inaction was always your strong suit. It wasn't long before he rose and you heard him moving around. You traced the stone along the floor with your eyes as he emerged.

He sat with a yawn and you stepped forward to remove the cover from the tray. You set it down and he nudged a goblet towards you. You filled it and he drank deeply before he slammed it back down.

"And how did you sleep, sweet maid?" He asked as you resumed your place against the wall.

"Well, yo-- my king," You lied.

"And did you have pleasant dreams?" He stabbed a flank of bacon with his fork.

"I did not dream," That time you gave the truth though you might have just forgotten your dreams.

"A pity. I did have the most entertaining dream," He said through a mouthful and swallowed. You felt him looking at you, as he did too often for your liking. The sensation was growing irritatingly familiar. "I only hope my waking day is as delectable."

You nodded and kept still. He gave a soft laugh and continued to eat. You fidgeted only as the heat of his gaze grew suffocating. You glanced up and he grinned at you as he emptied his cup. He licked his lips exaggeratedly and held out the goblet in expectation.

"I'll have another before I face the day," He said. "Before I must leave you again to act king and only think of those eyes, rather than see their true beauty."

You stepped forward and poured. He watched as you did and purred. His other hand moved along his lap and you quickly retreated. You looked to the ceiling as his hand did not stop and you hoped it was all a delusion of your naivety.

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Your day went much the same but the royal chambers were not so in need of tidying as before. You found yourself searching for little tasks to keep you busy. You rearranged the cushions on the sofa in the receiving chambers then went to the mantle in the bed chamber and checked the ornaments for any sign of disturbance.

The king returned in a similar state as before though he said less. He sent you for his dinner and seemed to mull over troubles unspoken. You didn't press, thankful that his lechery was reserved to fleeting looks. As you cleared up after him, you felt a brush along your apron but it only had you working faster.

As you departed to dump the dirtied dishes, another noblewoman arrived. The third since your placement began and you wondered how many resided in the kingdom as Thor's hunger seemed endless.

When you returned, the receiving chamber was empty. You heard hushed voices from the bedchamber and thought to leave. Before you could, Thor's voice grew clearer and he peeked through the door in only his trousers.

"Bring us more wine and await me here," He commanded. "You leave upon my say only."

You obliged and fetched more wine. He appeared again to take the cups and bottle and the voices grew more raucous and soon lurid as you suspected the alcohol had done its work. When the flirty quips turned to moans and groans, you hovered by the door, pacing in your discomfort.

You were frightened by a knock at the door. You froze and it came again. You opened the door slowly and peered out through the slender crack.

Prince Loki looked back at you dully from the corridor. His hand rested on the door and his green eyes sparked.

"I did hope to see my brother before--" He was interrupted by the noises rising from behind you. "Ah, I see I am already too late."

"Your highness," You cringes. "He is… uh--"

"You might spare us both saying it aloud," Loki sneered. "And I might excuse myself before I hear any more."

He snickered and strolled off down the corridor. You watched him grimly and reluctantly shut the door, closing on yourself in again. You crumpled your apron in your fist, irritated and embarrassed. You gritted your teeth and did your best to tune out the noise.

It would end. Eventually.

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Days passed in kind. Three more days. Your nights got ever shorter and those times when it was just you and Thor grew ever more tense. It became harder and harder to believe it was all in your head. That his insistence on your after hours presence and close attention to his care were anything but unsavory.

Just under a week in your new post and your routine broke. The king greeted you expectantly, ready in his riding gear. You hadn't heard of a hunt or some expedition but then again, you knew little of the business of nobles.

“My king,” You stutter stepped inside the door.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” He warned as he secured his cape. “We must be on our way.”

“We?” You asked.

“Yes, sweet maid, we,” He smiled and neared you. You stepped back until you were in the corridor once more. He didn’t stop until you were against the opposite wall. “Don’t linger.”

He turned and swept down the corridor. You watched him with rounded eyes before shaking yourself and closing his chamber door before rushing to catch up. He didn’t walk fast but his strides were long enough to keep you on your toes.

He led you to the spiral stairwell and down to the main floor which opened onto the green. He carried around the rear to the stables where two snorting horses awaited you.

You stopped and stared at the beast as he approached the one with a pure white coat, his sigil hug from beneath it’s saddle. You shied away as the other, a chestnut creature, sniffed at the dirt and huffed. It wasn’t as if you’d never seen a horse before, but you rarely got very close to them. You walked most places in the city.

“What is it, sweet maid, do you require aid in mounting?” Thor paused before he could take the reins of his own steed from the attendant.

You gulped and stepped forward. You shook your head. “No, my king, I should be able to--”

Your voice caught as he came around and before you knew it his big hands were on your waist. They slid down and he gripped your hips and boosted you up in a single motion. You let out a surprised noise and swung your leg over the saddle and latched on. Thor’s hand grazed your ass as he drew away and you settled into the leather seat as the beast kicked below you.

The king went to his own horse and had himself mounted without difficulty. He looked more suited to the saddle than yourself. You were handed the reins and kept them bunched in your hands as you clung to the pommel. You squeezed the saddle with your thighs and the horse jolted forward.

Thor reached out and grabbed the reins from you before it could go far. He righted you as he came up beside you and cooed at the horse. Then you.

“Sweet maid, you keep from encouraging the beast,” He said. “Hold the reins, pull back to slow and allow some slack for speed. Yes?”

“Yes, my king,” You accepted the reins nervously. “I… never rode one before. I am unlearned.”

“You will learn in due time.” He assured you. “Thus far, I’ve found you to be a rather quick learner.”

He nodded and pulled ahead of you. You urged the horse forward and followed him around the path and to the gates. He passed below the archway and onto the city streets. He wound away from the heart of the urban sprawl and instead headed for the lush forests. He took the beaten path as you trailed behind him and he hummed a tune in his deep baritone as he plodded along.

The land slowly began to incline and you prayed you did not slip from the saddle as it got steeper and steeper, weaving between bunches of trees and brambles. You’d never been far beyond the borders of the city and you knew these hinterlands were reserved for the nobles.

When again you were on even land, the trees thing and open to the tallest of the clifftops. Even from the thin treeline, you could see the stretch of the city below and Thor did not shy away from the edge. He circled back to you and slid off his horse. He left it by a proud oak and neared you. He reached up and his hand spread over yours. Slowly, he wrestled the reins from your fist and you touched the horse’s neck. You weren’t sure how to get off.

“Ah, you should practice,” His hand settled on your thigh. “Keep your back straight.” He pulled his hand away. “Keep your thighs firm but not tight, head up.”

You blinked but followed his advice. He nodded with a pleased smile and tugged on the reins. He led the horse around the clearing in circles. He turned as the horse fell into step and his eyes flicked up and down your body. You noticed how they settled on your hips and you felt the cool air on your legs as your skirt had ridden up to your knees.

You were suddenly very aware of every part of you and how he seemed to see it all. You held onto the pommel tightly and he slowed the horse at last. He directed it next to his and halted it. He came around the side of the horse and reached up to you, on hand on your hip.

“Allow me, sweet maid,” He coaxed. “I cannot have you injuring yourself.”

You carefully lifted your leg over the horse and turned. He grabbed you as he had before and lowered you from atop the horse. As he did, your body brushed against his and he watched you closely. His lips curled and his touch lingered before he finally parted.

“Come,” He waved you along as he turned away.

He went to the cliff’s edge and looked down onto the rooftops of Asgard. You could see the palace, the market, the docks, the rainbow bridge and the nether of the universe beyond. It was beautiful if not dizzying.

“Sit,” He said. “Look. Relax. Sweet maid, you do work so hard and it has not slipped my notice. I… did bring you here hoping you would have a respite from your toil.”

“Me? Y-- My king, haven’t you duties more important to--”

“I am king, I tend to my duties as they arise. And often I can bid when they do.” He caressed your shoulder and pulled away. “I do long to clear my own head. I shall leave you to the view as I walk. You may call should you need me. I will not be far.”

“I don’t… understand. Your majesty, I-- my king, I should be--”

“You are where I have told you to be and that is all you need be.” He said. “I will be back shortly, I only long for solitude.”

You lowered your eyes and nodded. “Yes, my king.”

He was quiet and left you after a moment. You turned back to the city below and found yourself shaking at the height of the cliff. You got down to the dirt and sat as the king’s footsteps faded away. You sat, staring at the bricks below and wondered what the meaning of it all was.

What could the king want from you? You’d watch him have nearly half a dozen women in as many nights, surely if he had any desire for you, he’d not tiptoe around. If he was toying for you upon his own amusement, surely he’d already gotten a big enough reaction out of you already. Yet, what else could he gain from a lowly servant? You could only assume he relished in the torment of others regardless of station.

You picked at your sleeve and fixed your skirts over your bent legs. How could you ever escape him? By his own admission, his last maid had not left in her entirety and you suspected that voicing your dissatisfaction would do you any favours. Perhaps, that was the trick. If you could hide your distress, he might lose interest, and he might just toss you away as he did those noblewomen.

You flinched as you heard Thor return though not until he was almost upon you. You were startled when he lowered himself to the dirt beside you. He had a bunch of wildflowers in hand and you tried not to recoil as his arm almost touched yours. He offered you the stems and you took them with a sense of foreboding.

“They made me think of you,” He said. “But I do not know how to weave a crown so I merely grabbed as many as I could.”

“They’re… pretty,” You hesitated. “But I haven’t any use for anything pretty. I’vr nowhere to keep them.”

He eyed the flowers and then you. His tongue slipped out between his lips and he scratched his beard. He turned to peer down on his kingdom and he sighed.

“I suppose you are right so you must enjoy them now,” He said.

“I do appreciate them, my king.” You offered. “Thank you. They are very pretty.”

He was silent for a minute. He traced the line of his hand with his thumb and lifted his chin.

“I must marry. At last. My brother insists upon it and the other lords have joined his pleas,” Thor said.

You stayed silent. Unsure why he should you or how you should respond.

“You would thus be beholden to my wife in kind,” He continued. “Naturally, my will would supersede hers but…” He stretched his legs out and leaned back on his hands. “You must understand that you belong to me now. You are my chambermaid; my closest servant. Even if I should take a queen, you will see to me before her.”

“Of course, my king, I--” You played with the flowers and kept from looking at him. “It is my duty.”

Another silence. You struggled not to squirm. You recalled yourself and mustered your resolve. Stay calm, don’t let him shake you. Neutrality was a better defense than panic.

“Duty?” He echoed. “Is that all I am to you?”

“You are my king,” You looked to him, struggling to keep your expression placid. “And too kind a king.” You held the flowers out to him. “You should not prize servants with gifts or they should grow wanting and you should not trouble yourself with our thoughts or we will think ourselves as more than.” He stared at the bunch and slowly took it. “Now, my king, we’ve wasted much time here and I must scrub your floors and strip your bed before noon.”

You stood and marched away to the horses. You stopped by the darker one and took the reins, still unsure if you might receive a hoof to the jaw. You heard Thor as he followed and you hooked your foot in the saddle and drew yourself up. You nearly tossed yourself over the other side but managed to steady yourself on the leather.

“I don’t understand,” He said as he came up next to your horse.

“You are a king, I am your servant.” You said staunchly. “It is my duty to follow your command. I must polish your boots and deliver your meals. I must be diligent and keep to task and, my king, you do insert yourself in the way of that.”

“I--” He winced and his brow arched. “Do you mock your king?”

“Have I been anything but tireless in your service?” You challenged, the blood pumping through your veins wildly. He might anger if you should push too far. “Have I not brought you your meals, tidied your chambers, drawn your baths, and spent my nights sleepless to see to your comforts? That is my duty and when your queen arrives, it will be my duty to do the same for her.”

“You are angry--”

“I am impatient to be back to work. Forgive me interrupting, my king,” You countered. “I am a servant and cannot be angry with you. I can only serve you as you see fit.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked away. His cheek twitched before he turned back to you.

“As I see fit,” He said. “Yes, you are right, sweet maid.”

He drew away and went to his own horse. He mounted swiftly and squared his shoulders before he kicked the horse into motion. He turned back to the path without a word and you followed. He swayed with his steed and the noise of the hooves echoed all around you.

Suddenly his silence was worse than any word he’d ever said to you.

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #dark!thor x reader #dark thor x reader #mcu #marvel #au #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #eye of the storm #loki

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thexgrayxlady · 3 years ago

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Notes: This is a purely self-indulgent and very lighthearted AU and if I’m the only one who is enjoying themselves with it, that’s all that really matters. TBCH I’m not sure where I’m going with it and I know this isn’t very good or perfectly in character, but I’m having a good time and it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything, so I’m okay with it if I’m just writing a messy little crash into hello.

The Universe Won’t Wait for You

Outside the ruined temple, dark clouds gathered and howling winds carried the metallic tang of summer storms. Heady incense drifted from inside, where the flicker of braziers cast statues of forgotten gods in stark chiaroscuro. Yet, under the wind and crackle of flames, the air hung still and silent, charged with the promise of lightning.

The jungle crept up around the ancient stones. Gnarled vines threatened to drag the crumbling archway back into its depths. Fragments of cracked and chipping mosaics peered through the leaves, their tiles scattered across the floor with the trees’ detritus.

The roof had long since caved in and the once gilt friezes lining the main hall were now washed almost smooth. The faceless figures posed in the uncanny silence, leading the way to the sanctuary.

At the altar, a group of very annoyed people stood over the unconscious leader of a dragon cult and his scattered cards, having narrowly averted the end of the world for the third time in as many months. The timing was inconvenient for everybody involved and it was universally agreed upon that it would have been better if these assholes had waited until next weekend to try and destroy the world.

“So if we beat the megalomaniac of the week, why isn’t the portal going away?” Tea asked, vaguely gesturing to the swirling silvery distortion above the altar.

“I keep telling you nerds it’s not a portal.” Although against his will and his better judgement, the geek squad had grown on Seto Kaiba like E. coli on room temperature meat, he would still sooner saw off his own hands with a rusty spoon than admit it.

“We could always leave it alone,” Bakura said, disdainfully looking over one of the cultist’s discarded scrolls before rerolling it. “His Latin was terrible. It probably won’t do anything.”

“It won’t do anything because it’s a not a portal.” Their group would have it found it infinitely more worrying if he didn’t insist that the latest near apocalypse had a logical explanation. As of late, he’d settled on saying that anything he couldn’t immediately explain wasn’t magic, just science they didn’t understand yet. Everyone might have appreciated this a bit more if not for how often they had to deal with the fallout of his attempts to understand the science. “Watch.”

He picked up one of the scattered cards (rare, but only good for niche dragon decks and he would notadmit that he would have found this clown’s cards useful) and tossed it towards the floating mass. It passed through without incident and collided with the back wall.

“Wheeler could make something more convincing.” He rolled his eyes. This entire escapade had been a nuisance. He still wasn’t sure how he’d been talked into it. The others certainly hadn’t just mentioned that they needed a ride.

“Yeah, these guys tried to take our dragons cards and dragged us out here to show us some crappy holograms,” Joey replied.

“You would believe a bunch of delusional lunatics.”

Yugi paused checking on the cult leader and decided to head this off before it became serious.

“Guys, stop fighting!” he said, his voice quiet and gentle, yet brokering very little argument. When he realized that Kaiba was gearing up for an argument, he added, “You’re wasting time and the sooner we figure this thing out, the sooner we can leave.”

“Whatever,” he said, turning dramatically, letting his coat flare behind him. “I’m going to figure out what’s going on because some of us have jobs to get back to.”

“You’re self-employed!” the blond shot after him.

While he examined a pile of rubble on the far wall for a projector or an off switch, the others looked over the altar and scrolls. He was just about to shift some stones out of the way when lightning split the sky.

The portal flared and spun wildly. Roaring thunder followed close behind and a glowing thing shot from the portal before it collapsed upon itself as if it had never existed.

“Kaiba look out!” Yugi shouted. “That thing’s headed straight for…”

“It’s a hologram,” he shouted back, gesturing dismissively at the thing barreling towards him without actually looking at it. “It’s not like it can hurt…”

The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, his ears ringing, and struggling for a full breath.

When he regained enough sense to figure out what was going on around him, he realized that his arms were wrapped around something warm and solid. The thing thrummed under his hands, like working on an ungrounded circuit. He came around to a curtain of white and a pair of horribly familiar blue eyes.

The woman shot back, her fingers splayed across his chest, her face contorting in stunned confusion. She started to speak, her voice raspy and quiet, stumbling over words in a language he didn’t understand. Yet even without knowing the words, he got the sentiment.

“What. The. Fuck.”

This couldn’t be real. She couldn’t be real. He must have cracked his head when he hit the ground. She had to be a hallucination or a hologram or…he didn’t know, he couldn’t think clearly enough to figure out what specific kind of nonsense was going on.

Somewhere off in the distance, the nerds said something, but it was like listening under water. And as much as he wanted to shout at them to shut up so he could focus, the words stuck in his throat.

He knew her. From that trip to Egypt. Her name was…

No. No.

This wasn’t happening. The world didn’t work this way. People did not just fall out of holes in the sky. He’d been dragged kicking and screaming into accepting that maybe the supernatural bullshit that followed him around possibly had some merit, but thiswas a step too far.

None of this made any sense. Kis…She was impossible. You couldn’t just fling someone through space and time with badly mangled Latin. It took energy. It took machinery. Complex math, things that went beep, big red buttons that gave the nerds heart attacks when he pushed them.

(But these idiots were trying to summon a dragon, weren’t they?)

This violated so many different laws of physics. There must be another explanation. He just had to keep calm and think of it. His heart hammered against his chest. Every time he almost had a grasp on this, he caught her eyes, and any theory beyond rote denial slipped away.

She couldn’t be real. He’d barely thought of her since that trip. Whatever, whoever, she was, it was the past. It didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. He had to focus on figuring out how the hell some loser cultists managed time travel with some incense and dead lizards, no if they managed time travel some incense and dead lizards, when, despite his disregard for the laws of men and gods, even he was still mostly beholden to thermodynamics.

They probably hadn’t. There had to be something in the incense.

Still, the logical part of his brain told him that even his best holograms didn’t feel this real and there was no logical way they knew what she looked like. Her heartbeat fluttered under his hands. She smelled like prison grime and ozone and petrichor.

So a hallucination then. But everyone else kept talking. He still couldn’t really hear them, but maybe they could see her too. Or that was just another facet of his concussed delusion. But if this was a hallucination, then why couldn’t he understand her? He’d never hallucinated in a language he didn’t understand before.

Not a hologram. Not a hallucination. Where did that leave him? Flat on his back on a cold stone floor with a dead woman straddling his waist and the growing certainty that he would never live this down.

Again, she leaned in, her head tilted to the side. Time slowed as she brought a hand to his face and his heart beat too steady to be truly calm as she studied him. She was so small. He could easily throw her off and get away, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t even look away as the world shrank down to just the two of them.

She didn’t look quite the same as in the memory. She didn’t seem half so fragile. Her long, pale hair was tangled and her face prematurely lined. Her dress was more a collection of mismatched patches than an actual garment. Bruises and scars bloomed along her arms and collarbone amid patches of thick, almost scaly looking skin.

He wondered if the memory, vision, whatever it was, was accurate. How much of what he knew about her was true? How much had been made up by someone who’d never met her to fit her role in the game? Did it even matter? He was his own person, why should he care about her just because of a supposed connection to the Blue Eyes White Dragon?

Yet despite everything going on, she seemed alert and curious, determined to figure out what exactly just happened, whereas he had to remind himself to keep breathing.

Just before her rough, calloused fingers brushed his jaw, a jolt of static leapt between them. She reeled back, her pupils snapping into narrow slits. Thin, cracking lips curled back over sharp teeth in an inhuman hiss. Her shoulders flexed and he half expected wings to unfurl from her back.

Then she must have caught sight of the others because she shrank back, trembling. A horrible charge built under his hands. He willed himself move just enough to let go.

She scrambled away, breathing in sharp, hissing gasps. Upon reaching the far wall, she shot up a crumbling pillar and crouched as far back on the bottom ledge of a frieze as she could manage and stared down in horror as the first few drops of rain fell through the broken ceiling.

He stared back, the concussed or drugged or shocked daze lifting just enough to drag himself to a sitting position.

She was impossible. But her eyes were electric bright and she’d felt like a damn live wire in his hands. He hadn’t figured out the physics behind this yet, but he understood one thing.

Kisara was very real.

#Gray writes stuff #Kisara #Blueshipping #seto kaiba #AU: this might as well happen #I know this isn't that good but it's been so long since i've finished anything IDGAF #I'm effectively posting a warm up piece but i'm kind of alright with it #also kaiba is exactly what im looking for in a cosmic chewtoy

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memoirsofamessybitch · 5 years ago

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In My Mind Part 7

Joe x Fem Reader

Warning; Strong Language/Fluff

The gap between 6 & 7 wasn’t as big as 5 & 6 and THAT is an achievment we can all get behind!

Enjoy!

Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

“I'm not an easy person to be around, In fact I sometimes don't even like being around me” after a long silence I finally spoke. I didn’t want to give him any kind of delusion or illusion. The truth.

“I just don't see that Y/N....not in the slightest. You've been the highlight of my days on set, I know I may seem like 100% all the time but I struggle. Big time. God I just wanna...” He looked at me longingly. I bit my lip and sighed with my whole body.

“Do you like insert favourite food?” I wanted to avoid any more speeches that would lead to touching. Mostly because I was naked under my robe and...I didn't want to start something that;

one: I wouldn't be able to stop myself from finishing and

two: I think would ruin this if rushed into too fast.

“I fucking love it” Of course he did, this man was perfect!

I sniffed once more and dabbed my nose with the sleeve of my robe and noticed that he was fidgeting a little, then he spoke. “Are we doing like first date questions because I was totally going to actually take...”

“This is the first date stupid....make yourself at home, I'll order in and make myself less... naked” I touched his shoulder, signalling him to step aside so I could go get changed. As I brushed past him, his hand tickled my own and I felt my stomach knot up. I kept walking and changed into the cutest “comfy” clothes I had. When I returned I noticed Joe flicking through my portfolio. I always kept it on the coffee table. It's a great conversation starter.

“You worked on Star Wars?” I nodded and exhaled remembering the most stressful 3 months of my life. I slumped down next to him and pointed to generic alien I spent hours getting into makeup.

“Yeah I wasn't called back for The Last Jedi, but this paid off a lot for me, this got me some of my best gigs...and worst” I looked off, my brain almost forgetting Joe was sitting next to me.

“Okay scale of one to ten....how much do you hate this film we're working on” Joe smirked nudging me with my portfolio. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“I ain't saying shit, I know you're friends with the director...” I giggled like a child and covered my face. “Let's not talk about work....that's more like second date vibes. This is the part when you ask me about my childhood, what I like, what I don't like....you know date stuff”

“You really wanna do the generic first date questions...okay...lets do this” I kicked my feet up on the couch and got myself comfortable as we engaged in deep conversation. He told me about his family, his love for films. How many bones he has broken, his first kiss with “Sam Neil” which after him showing me a YouTube clip from Jurassic Park to refresh my memory caused a roar of laughter.

I brushed over my past very hazily. I focused mostly on my post College years. Rather than before. I thought Joe struggled to read the room, especially when it came to me, but he could tell I wasn't overly comfortable talking about anything earlier than that. And that just made me adore him even more.

I showed him photos of me and my friends, asked him about his. We played never have I never while eating dinner by my half melted candelabra I fished out from my broom closet. For ambiance of course. We drank only a little wine. I wanted to keep this as PG as possible. And of course Joe respected that. He even helped me clean up and heat up some hot water for some late night cups of tea.

“I can't believe you've NEVER yelled at a crew member, I do it on the daily” I leaned across the back of my couch and watched him busy around my kitchen area.

“I know you do, but I believe I certainly wouldn't have a job without the efforts of a crew. We are all as important as one another, even the interns you cuss out constantly” I covered my face in slight embarrassment.

“Ugh why are you so pure and wise, quit making me feel bad...how dare you” he chuckled and stirred our tea's one at a time. The slight clinking of my china cups drowning out my shame.

“When you've been in the business as long as I have, and worked with some of the people I have....you grow to have nothing but respect for an entire film crew. I know you respect them, just might not like them” I threw myself back on the couch and groaned.

“STOP” I looked up at my ceiling as I listened for Joe's footsteps back into the living area. He stood above me with the tea and shook his head.

“Never” he replied to me in the most over the top villain voice he could muster. He put the cups down, so I sat up and let him back into his seat. I went to sit back in my original position but he took me by the shoulders gently and eased me down so my head and shoulders were resting on his lap. I looked up at him with a genuine look of wonder in my eyes. Okay, surely i was asleep in the tub...this couldn’t be happening...so I opened my fat mouth.

“Serious question”

“Oh god” Joe replied with a slight chortle to it.

“Once the film is over....” My brain immediately went back to how it was thinking before. Joe's hand covered my mouth softly. I knew what was coming next.

“I understand you're still feeling a little nervous about this....trust me Y/N. I'm sticking around” His hand moved and revealed my smile of relief. Then his hand moved to play with my hair. Next thing I was snoring gently in his lap.

*******

My eyes strained from the morning sun coming through my living room windows. My neck was stiff as was my back. I was on my couch with an arm lying heavy across my body. I felt someone breathing on the back of my neck. I grew even more ridged as I remembered last night.

Jesus, Joe and I must have fell asleep on the couch together. My very uncomfortable couch. I tried to sit up but Joe groaned half asleep still and held me tighter.

“Joe...Jooooe” I whispered gently shaking his arm. His hand gripped my waist tightly as I continued to call him and shake him.

“What” He groaned. Perhaps he was much more comfortable than I was.

“Um...morning” I said in the sweetest voice I could get from my croaky throat first thing in the AM. I wiggled around awkwardly to face him as his eyes were slightly open.

“Hey” he whispered sleepily with a cute little smirk on his lips.

“Didn't have this in mind last night did you at all?” He shook his head in response and began to rub my back. His eyes opened more as his hand trailed down lower and lower. I didn't stop him, I maybe should have but the mornings always had me feeling a certain way. His hand stopped at my ass and squeezed gently. I smirked and lent in to kiss him. He didn't pull away so I guess he was game, even if it was just some early morning groping.

My free hand rested on his waist as our kiss became a little more repetitive and a little more intense. Eventually I found myself on my back and Joe leaning above me resting his head on his right hand and his left hand running across my collar bone and down my chest. He looked at me with sleepy wanting eyes. I looked back at him with a similar look. The left hand kept travelling to the waist band of my sweats and then under them.

“Just tell me if you're not....”

“ssshh” I put my finger against his lips. As Joe's hand slipped deeper into my sweatpants, my heart was beating loud enough to hear above and below us.

However a sudden series of vibrations coming from Joe's crotch caused us both to jump in surprise. He instantly took his hand from the inside of my sweat pants and rummaged around his own pants pocket for his cell. I rolled my eyes and then rolled off the couch carefully onto the floor.

“Uh what time are we due on set” Joe asked shakily.

“7 am” I groaned back at him rubbing my eyes.

“Well its 9am and I have 12...now 13 missed calls from the stage manager”

“Fucking FUCK” I scrambled to my feet and rushed into my bedroom to change.

“You wanna ride in with me” Joe shouted through my closed bedroom door. I stopped hurriedly putting on my jeans to contemplate the offer for a moment. Would save me an ear ache if I went in with Joe....but then....I wasn't keen on everyone knowing about Joe and I. And gossip on the lot spreads faster than the flu.

“Um...maybe not...” I opened the door and looked at him disconcerted. He nodded.

“I totally get it, I don't wanna like put any pressure on you....”

“I just don't want anything to ruin this....I like....us” I groaned once more and rubbed my lower back. Note to self, get a new couch.

“I like us too kiddo. Okay but let me take you out tonight...I owe you for last night” The loving beam that came from him made what awaited me at work worth it. I got a good look at him in that moment. His hair full and fluffy mess. His half smile was enough to give me butterflies for the rest of the week let alone the day. His t-shirt half tucked in his pants. I could get used to seeing him in the mornings like this.

“What for shitty take-out and a lumpy couch” I snickered, I really knew how to show people a good time.

“And?? I loved every second of it” He winked at me. I very visibly blushed. Joe met me at my bedroom door way and planted a very gentle but warm kiss on my cheek.

“I'll see you on set”

“Okay” I exhaled through my words and watched him walk out. I stood a little dumbfounded for a moment. Unable to continue getting ready. Am I dreaming...or am I delusional. Everything felt a little too perfect. I heard my phone go off in my jacket pocket, it hung behind my bedroom door. I rummaged for it and answered straight away knowing what befell me as soon as I did.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU....YOU ALREADY ON THIN FUCKING ICE” I didn't even care. I couldn't stop smiling.

Please let this work...please let him be different....please let this be something

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paradise-of-guilty-pleasures · 5 years ago

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Shattered Reflections

[Helsa RP- Fanfic]

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Post-Frozen/ Canon Divergence - Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Romance

Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa, Kristoff/Anna

Prince Hans is a mirror at heart, but wishes to shatter his reflections and correct his past mistakes. He returns to Arendelle, willingly surrendering himself to Queen Elsa's judgement. Uncovering truths, unforeseen circumstances and a bit of je ne sais quoi, bring the Ice Queen and the Mirror Prince together in a way neither of them would have imagined.

A/N:

(( This is a collaborative RP Fic written by lovely fellow Helsa shipper FOW and myself. We RP for fun and just wanted wanted to share this story with fellow shippers, especially all my lovely shipper buddies over in the Helsa Discord Server. Long live the Province of Helsa! Thank you, Beta Reader Friends, your help is much appreciated. Hope you enjoy~ ))

Chapter 1. Double Jeopardy

He refused to mention what had brought him back. In fact, for the most part, he outright refused to speak.

Hans stepped into the throne room with shackles on his wrists, standing tall regardless, and walking without a fight with the Arendelle guards. His ship had been flying the Southern Isles flag, but the other crew members on his boat claimed no affiliation, and gladly handed over both Hans and his horse. Hans was stripped of his sword and a journal he kept on him, with half the pages torn out and the other half blank, but otherwise nothing suspicious was found on him. He entered the room in his warmer blue coat with the motif after the waves reminding all that he was a man of the Isles, and he was an Admiral as well -or at least had been, once-. He had said nothing the entire way, only doing as the guards asked, and coming in without a fight to meet the Queen for sentencing. His expression remained neutral, as if he were elsewhere entirely. It couldn't be further from the truth, but very little of him spoke truths.

"Your Highness, we've brought in that Prince from the Isles. The ship was quick to give him and his horse up, and claimed no affiliation with him. We've told them to stay where they are until released but didn't see fit to bring them in." The Captain of the Guard explained. "He had half a journal, a pen, and a sword with him, and put up no argument to us taking him in. No argument or word about anything so far, actually." The Guard couldn't help but glance back with an irritable look toward Hans, clearly he would rather have had him hanged than keep him in Arendelle, at least then he wouldn't be more concerned about the safety of the Queen. As much as the guards valued human life, they valued their Queen staying alive more than the life of a man who attempted to kill them. One could hardly blame them. Hans just watched impassively, waiting to be addressed.

Even with the warning of the unauthorized ship (flying the Southern Isles Flag) approaching her fjord, it had not prepared her enough for his entrance. She thought the chances of the ship actually carrying him would be quite slim, since she thought the Isles wouldn't be foolish enough to strain their relationship further than the state it was left in, after the fiasco with their 13th Prince. Even with the slim chance, the unannounced vessel was still strange and made her extra cautious, she ordered the Guard to go investigate and to be ready for anything.

She really thought she would never have to lay her eyes on the auburn haired Prince ever again, so when he actually entered the throne room accompanied by the Guard her heart sank into my stomach, and almost forgot how to breathe. She was overrun with emotions, but anger was at the forefront of all of them. As the men approached her right hand clenched into a fist over her lap, her long fingernails burying themselves into her palm. She had regained the ability to breath as the men stopped in front of her, she was trying her hardest to keep her breath steady. She looked at the Prince straight in the eyes as the Captain explained, anger was boiling inside her but determined not to show it, she was Queen and she had to keep her composure no matter what (especially knowing what negative feelings did to her powers). Even if she wished to lash out at him, she believed if she gave him any kind emotional response, even if that emotion was anger, it would show him weakness and that was something she was NOT willing to show him and especially not in front of her Guard.

As the Captain finished explaining, Elsa closed her eyes for a long second, accompanied by deep breath for composure, she was determined to remain regal.

"Thank You, Captain,"she said with a nod, as she turned to look at him.

Elsa's piercing blue eyes turned back to the emerald ones of the cuffed man in front of her. She fought to keep her eyes from narrowing more into a glare.

She raised her chin up high.

She carefully contemplated the words she'd use before even parting her lips to speak.

"Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles," the name felt vile as it rolled off her tongue for time for the first time, but had managed to say it in a neutral tone, instead of the venomous one she wished she could spew. "What game do you think your playing returning to Arendelle like this?"

Hans seemed to think just as much about his response, as if this were a game of chess and it was his move.

"No games, per se." His finally speaking almost startled the guards, especially since he hadn't spoken yet. "Perhaps a very distinct lack of games, in fact. A lot of truth was missed, I am here to provide if asked. Elsewise, I am simply here. Dungeon filler or, perhaps, for the noose. Whatever pleases her Majesty. I would only ask that my horse be treated well. I only brought him for the companionship on aboard the ship. The men aboard the ship were only hired to carry me and put the flag up, wouldn't want to appear without warning." He made a clear effort to keep his voice and posture entirely neutral. No coronation charm or wit, no smooth manipulations via expressions. He was working at neutrality in its totality.

"My apologies for having carried a sword, It is only a cheap copy, it would break swiftly and isn't sharp. In the Isles it's traditional for a man to carry one, but not common to break one. it's purely decoration. For traditional gestures and the like. Such as the traditional gesture of surrender." He held up his hands to remind all in sundry that he had immediately surrendered himself.

'Provide if asked?' what would she or Arendelle ever need from him she thought as he spoke. Dungeon? Noose? Horse? Surrender? There were so many times that she wished to interrupt him as he spoke, to ask more questions, but she did her Queenly duty and listened to the end.

She knew why he was here (at least what he wanted her to believe), but she still didn't quite understand the how yet. She had given him back to the Isles so that they would deal with him as they saw fit, she doubted that they allow the man that had tarnished their reputation with her kingdom to return just like that. He must have surely escaped.

So out of all questions brewing in her head after what he had told her, the biggest question, the one that'd been floating in her head since before he'd spoken had yet to be answered, so she asked:

"Does the Isles know you're here Prince Hans?"

Hans considered the question. "They are aware that I am not on the Isles. I didn't inform them where I was going. I am a man of the sea, being on a boat is not unusual for me. I was advised against it, but I will accept whatever Arendelle throws my way, and the Isles remains unrelated. This is purely me acting on my own behalf. Had I not been who I am, I'd have been hanged in the isles, but I was stripped of my admiralty and am a prince in name only." He assured. He seemed aware he was speaking too much, and stopped, waiting for her response.

"Prince Hans, I thought it was very clear that I already made my decision regarding your treason," Her tone more callous then she would have liked. "The Isles would do to you as they saw fit and it seems they have done that stripping you of your title, so I don't see why you insisted on returning to Arendelle in such a spectacle."

She had no desire of dealing then and she strongly wished not to be dealing with him now. His mere presence shook her to her core, and she didn't even want to think of her beloved younger sister Anna crossing paths with this man again.

Her patience was wearing thin, and her powers continued raging inside her from the moment she laid eyes on him. Even now with Elsa having more control over her powers (her fingertips no longer accidentally freezing everything), her discomfort with the green-eyed man standing before her had turned the Throne room air frigid, almost cold enough to see her breath as she exhaled.

Hans was silent for a long moment. He seemed to be searching for his words, and for once was at a loss.

"I will ask a question..." He said quietly.

"If I had kissed Anna and it had failed, if I had been the perfect fiancee, if I hadn't gotten involved beyond delivering blankets. What would have happened?" He seemed genuinely uncertain.

"Anna always spoke as if it was her fault things happened. But then when she came back, it was 'Elsa struck me with her powers', suddenly, you were the villain of this story. 'True love's kiss' was what she believed in, but no matter what my intentions were, and they were good intentions initially, I knew it wouldn't work. Kiss or no, she'd have been dead just the same, so I made sure she couldn't blame herself again." Hans seemed genuinely pained to admit it.

He put his hands up and cringed back a little. "It sounds bad, and it is. My lack of love is not excused. But I am not a fool, your Majesty. The line of the crown doesn't work the way I pretended. I was never under that delusion. But it was easier to hate a treasoner, than to let you be the villain. Had I stayed out of it- Where would you have been? Out on the fjord, your sister dead and you wishing you were? My intentions in marriage were never bad. What they were, however, is... no longer important." He almost seemed to break his neutrality, but he quickly forced it back onto his face.

"I will not insult you with lies. I am, at heart, a mirror. I reflect others, either as they are or as they need to see. I change with my company. I have to be careful when I want to avoid that. I have no desire to lie to you further." Yet, that still didn't explain why he was there, did it? Or was it that simple desire to explain the truth?

He was afraid to continue speaking. He spoke too much already. He felt useless. A burden again. He would wait until spoken to, he supposed. He had no desire to incur her wrath.

His question had caught her off guard. Elsa's hands began to tremble as he spoke. A knot began forming on her throat.

Even if his 'good' intentions were a lie, there was truth in his words that stung her. It was true that he had not given his sister a true love's kiss and left her locked in a room to die, but he was right the person to blame for Anna's predicament was none other than herself. She was the one to have struck her beloved sister with a frozen heart, even if it was by accident.

Elsa could feel a stinging in her eyes. Hans was right, had Anna Frozen that day she truly would have been the villain, killing the sole person she swore to protect. He was also right that had that happened she would no longer have the will to live.

Hans truly was a mirror because the question he had risen were all fears she kept locked deep within her heart. And now that those fears had been exposed out loud by him, it made her heart sink, threatening tears to her eyes. She hated that his words had such an effect on her, she had been fuming with anger moments ago and now overwhelming heartache was thrown into the mix.

Her breath was unsteady, the large lump in her throat making it harder to breathe.

She moved her hands to the arms of the chair to support herself and keep them steady from the shaking.

She opened her mouth to speak, but felt her words lost and lodged in her throat. There was a long moment of silence. Elsa took a deep sigh trying to find her voice again. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even know what question she was supposed to answer, so she asked her own question instead.

Her mouth was dry, but she managed to regain her voice even if was meeker than before.

" Are you trying to make believe that you made yourself some sort a sacrificial pawn?"

Hans shrugged a bit, and nodded. "Nobody died. It was the best of all possible outcomes, though unexpected. I was simply hoping that anger would overshadow sorrow. The fact that nobody died was an unexpectedly wonderful outcome." Yet his face and tone remained entirely neutral, because he was still doing his best to put a sheet over the mirror, to hide the reflections and stop his imitating.

"I fully expected to hang for my crimes, and I was not afraid of that. Sailors, you know, are very good with knots and ropes." He looked at his hands and fidgeted, pretending to be very interested in the gesture. The truth of it was implied, but he wouldn't say it out loud.

"My initial intentions were simply... to not be in the Isles. I don't like my home country. If I married, I thought I would have a good reason to avoid it. And there was Anna, desperate to give and receive love, feeling like she had never been listened to. So I listened, and gave attention. I'm good at giving people what they want to see. I hoped that in time I would learn to love, I didn't expect it to be so necessary so quickly. But, mirrored emotions feel like real ones. My enthusiastic proposal wasn't pre-planned. If it was, I'd have brought a ring, or at least given her my signet ring from the Isles. There was a brief period that I considered that, but then the fjord froze and we had other, more pressing matters. If I truly wanted to take over Arendelle, I'd have brought a host of land soldiers. A crown can only be taken by military might, but that was never my plan. Not really. It was so easy to believe, though, wasn't it? I'm a very good actor. Sometimes I almost fool myself." He seemed lost in his own thoughts even as he spoke.

"I do apologize for upsetting you so. I won't ask for forgiveness, though. I don't believe I deserve that." A bit of personality leaked into his apology, and he stopped, raising a hand to his mouth and quell the mimicry. Still, the apology read in his eyes.

She wasn't expecting an apology especially one NOT followed by pleas for forgiveness.

Elsa was uncertain whether to take his words as fact or fiction created in order to doubt his villainy, the only thing she was certain of was that he was indeed a good actor.

Yet those eyes, his green gleaming eyes, always made her want to believe in his sincerity, since they seemed to be the only part of him that truly reflected himself.

She brought her right hand across her face holding her temples for a brief moment, before also accidentally letting out a deep sigh.

She finally spoke again this time more firmly than the last. "Frankly, Prince Hans...I'm uncertain if I can take any of your words as truth against your actions during my coronation," she paused. "I can not determine whether or not you are trying to deceive me and Arendelle once again." she pursed her lips. "I do believe the best course of action is to have you returned to the Southern Isles."

Hans faltered, and shifted on the spot. He seemed visibly uncomfortable, but he also seemed hesitant to speak. He wasn't neutral, but he didn't seem to notice that. If anything, it read as anxiety and uncertainty.

"I suppose I don't know what I expected." He admitted quietly, and offered a polite bow.

"As her Majesty decrees." He assured, unwilling to argue. But after a moment, he smiled a little, a dry and humorless joke at his own expense.

"Everyone worried about your icy heart, or the affliction of Anna's. But it was mine that caused everything, if unwillingly. Is that poetic irony?" He pushed his sense of humor back down, though it was perhaps a struggle.

"Perhaps someday I'll find a way to atone, and write to you. Would you read the letters?" But he offered his hands back to the guards. He didn't expect her to answer that question. He was ready to be taken away. He wished it had gone another way, but he had been wishing that from the start, and wishes were no currency of use in his world.

"Wait," Elsa let slip out. His mention of letters, had brought her mind to the journal the Captain of the Guard had mentioned Hans possessed upon his arrival. She had put it out of mind, too preoccupied with the man's mere presence to question it, when he arrived, but now it piqued her curiosity. "Captain, you mentioned the Prince had a journal on him when you detained him, correct? I would like to examine it myself," She didn't know why she asked for his belongings now, but maybe there was something to them the guards had missed.

"His sword also." She wanted to make sure it was truly a prop like he stated.

The Guard and Hans both seemed perplexed, but both shrugged, and the Guard send up one of his men with the items.

As had been claimed, the journal was a leather bound book, half the pages torn out, and the other half blank. Some semblance of old letters could be seen on close examination, suggesting that it was written in before, but it was difficult to make out what any of them would have been. It appeared to be a perfectly ordinary journal, whatever the case, with little but a few stray ink drips of note.

The sword was also more or less as described. It could be removed from its scabbard, and it could look very much like a sword, but it rattled with shaken even slightly, the hilt wobbled, and one could see the shoddy patches of steel. While there was heft, the thing barely seemed ready to support its own weight, and the edge was near too dull to cut a mild cheese. Only the hilt looked good, and even that had tarnish from the sea spray.

"In the Isles tradition, that sword belongs to you. I've surrendered it in apology for its unjust use. I will not have another sword unless gifted back by Arendelle, which I don't expect to happen. The Isles is known for its grim humor, and its love of swords in ceremony." Hans provided, like an encyclopedia, though he didn't sound like his forced neutrality. It was hard to say what tone he did have. Wistfulness? Faraway thoughtfulness? Perhaps fondness, but not for the sword. And certainly not for the Isles, by the way he spoke of them.

Elsa had tried to remain serious though out the interrogation of 13th Prince, but there was something about this silly surrender sword that almost made her laugh. Especially when he said that wobbly thing belonged to her now. She covered mouth with her hand to hide her amusement, but quickly coughed and regained her composure.

Nothing much was gained from the examination of his belongings other than a slight slip of humor and a question.

"You said you no longer desired to lie to me, may I ask what was in the torn pages?"

He noticed the humor and smiled grimly. "It's a shade better I suppose than presenting the shards from the bottom of the fjord, if they could be found." For the cheap copy was only meant as a ceremonial stand-in for the real thing, which Hans had broken in the events of Arendelle.

He thought about his answer a moment. "It's a journal, it depends on how far back. I might have written about Arendelle in the earlier pages, the interest in visiting. Daily notes about my travels, thoughts and feelings. I kept up on it while... returned to the Isles," There was an odd way he phrased that, and a slight flick of his eyes suggesting he didn't want to go into what his return was like. "The latest pages were mostly worry about my ill-fated adventure here. It is my custom to write my thoughts and feelings in my journal, then immediately burn the pages as I finish writing them, so no-one can read them. There is very little privacy in the Isles, between nosy maids, a mother who wants to be involved in everyone else's business, and twelve brothers who just love to pick on younger siblings. I quickly learned that anything worth thinking is worth keeping to oneself. I've learned to guard my tongue and silence my footsteps no matter where I go."

He paused to think a moment. "Have you ever placed a mirror in front of a mirror, and stood between the two? The result is an endless hallway, moving forever onward until the path becomes too curved or too dark to see. Mirrors in front of mirrors are a strange thing, and echoes of mirrors just as cursed. I try to avoid mirrors and echoes where I can. The irony is that I love the sea, where the water is an infinite mirror where sound always echoes. ...I'm sorry, you didn't ask, I can't imagine my waxing poetic to be interesting."

It was quite the contrary actually, though Elsa wouldn't admit to the Prince. In his moment of waxing poetry she was certain she could see his true self trying to seep out, and she was curious to see more of it.

With a deep sigh Elsa took a long moment to stop and just process everything that had happened in the throne room thus far.

Against her better judgement of returning him back to the Southern Isles, as she initially decreed, another idea crossed her mind.

"I know I've said the best course of action was to return you to the Southern Isles," she paused for a moment, questioning if she should continue with this outlandish idea. "...I have a proposition for you, if you wish to accept, you will be allowed asylum in Arendelle, in the Dungeon, of course, but it's the best I can offer."

Elsa got off her throne with his journal in hand. She stood an arms length away from him and looked him straight eyes.

"If you continue to write your thoughts and feelings like in this journal," she raised the journal high in her hand. "and allow me to read it, then I grant you permission to stay."

Elsa wasn't sure what'd come over her to grant Hans another chance. Maybe it was the anxious look that crossed his face when she suggested returning him to the Isles. Could it have been because he truly did keep her from becoming the villain of her story? Maybe he was no sacrificial pawn, but he had stopped her up at the North Mountain. Or maybe she just wished to be a merciful Queen and allow even the 13th Prince an opportunity to atone for what he did. Whatever the reason, a second chance was offered nonetheless and whether or not he chose to take it was all up to him.

Hans seemed hopeful at the initial change, if surprised. He didn't bother to hide that. But when she held the journal and suggested she read his thoughts, he hesitated, and his hands curled in his shackles. Perhaps he hesitated a bit too long. He almost seemed to reconsider the Isles, in spite of claiming he hated it there. But slowly, his hand uncurled again, and he opened it, offering to take the journal back again.

"I owe you that much. I accept your gracious offer, your Majesty." He gave a slight bow, but seemed perplexed, perhaps uncertain. No doubt his journals would be as guarded as his tongue- but he occasionally did have those moments of waxing poetic. Maybe some of his personality would slip through.

His expression slowly turned to a poorly-hidden wry smile.

"Just remember, your Majesty. I'm a sailor. Not everything I write may be suitable for a lady's eyes." He did have a sense of humor, even if he tried to hide it sometimes. He certainly knew his colorful language, and who said he didn't use it from time to time?

Elsa rolled her eyes at his comment, maybe she was starting to regret her decision already, but what was done was done.

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Solar Eclipse in Cancer, June 20th-21st, 2020 ~ Embracing Transformation

FCGCT Commentary: Wants, Needs, Desires, are aspects of the mind, not the Soul. We are moving from desires, to passions and intentions of the Heart. The mind blocks this connection. Feel, Focus and Trust within the Heart.

Solar Eclipse in Cancer, June 20th-21st, 2020 ~ Embracing Transformation

By Natalia Alba

Beloved Ones,

We are in a crucial phase of our evolutionary journey. Humanity struggles between fear and love. It is indeed a time of deep fear for many who believe in the end of the world, although in a way, it is, as we knew it. As it will no longer be as it used to. For some, stepping into a desired new timeline will mean freedom and a new way of living, one based on unconditional love, respect and conscious co-creation. For others, this new phase will be about fearing the future events to come, and the many predictions that come with them.

This is a crucial period for all of us to truly commune with our soul before making conclusions, as we are fed by fear and many delusions. It is very important that we all learn how to feel and discern for ourselves, as in truth, the matrix manipulations may be so subtle that many times what we think is coming form our own discernment, is precisely what they have infused upon us.

Most of the times, what we believe is our own guidance or thinking, is nothing but the mere input they have literally inserted into us through different media. Therefore, stay in the silence of your soul to listen to the Truth, for what you may be fighting for, may be just what they want you to be doing, at this time.

With the coming of this second eclipse at 0 degrees Cancer, we are immersed in a void, a zone of no time/space where all ends and begins at the same time, and hence, when all is birthed, again. The time where we erase the past we no longer desire to experience, simply with learning how to act within Divine love and stop damaging all that in truth, is One with us.

At this time of deep personal, and global, transformation, it is very important that during this time of eclipses, and other important galactic events, we take the proper time and care to continue redirecting our energy into the conscious creation of what is going to benefit us and All, and that is always to be centered into our higher heart, so we can spread our love, light and fearless essence into all who wish to collaborate with us in the creation of a more illumined reality.

The heart knows no polarity. This is why it is so important and we always talk about being centered there, because it has its own intelligence, receive direct guidance from Above, and is always connected to All. On the contrary, our brain is the one that is fragmented, making constant judgments in order to categorize and makes choices according to its dual perception. If we learn how to commune with our heart intelligence, we will understand that every time we have to make an important decision, it is there where we have to go for clarity.

This is the time when we finally begin to find unity and create from this same space something that will help us all evolve and reach a higher state of consciousness. Something that as species help us end the eons of suffering that we have put ourselves into, due to our egoic illusion of separation. This is where we finally awake, and use this void to come back to our zero point, erasing our past deeds by embracing higher levels of love, and creating a new reality that simply births from this same Divine Love.

Cancer – the Mother, one of the most intuitive signs of all the zodiac who lives in the realms of emotions and a higher form of love – represents the female principle of creation, the Mother aspect of us that gives birth, heals and nurtures everything it touches. a natural caretaker, healer and the one who is responsible for birthing our inner visions. As Cancer is the nurturing sign par excellence, it is related to the physical parts of us who feed and protect.

This is why, at New Moon, any breast or stomach – uncomfortable – issues, for emotions are processed in our digestive area, will show you where you need to nourish yourself, as you are feeding your human fears and this is the way your body has to express itself. As Sol is going to be very active as well, due to the Solstice, there will be sensations of being exhausted and drained. Do not push yourself to integrate more, to reach a higher state of being. You are, always, being all you need to be and exactly where you need to be.

With the coming of these series of eclipses, Solstice and many other cosmic alignments, we have the opportunity to work on our hurt feminine essence, especially during this coming Eclipse at 0 degrees Cancer, in which we will have the gift to work on releasing the damaged that during eons we have suffered in our Mother Essence, as well as in the correspondent part of our bodies – genitals – from all the damaged experienced during many lifetimes.

As this solar eclipse is going to be highly influenced by Saturn as it quincunx it, we are invited to work on the aspect of us that is determine and that expresses itself, together with our other opposite side, one that is self-limited, and therefore, lives in fear of its own personal power. This is a time to break the barriers that impede us to express who we are, to speak our truth and to make it in the way we feel guided.

At a time when many are eager for truth, freedom and love, all that we can reveal, and that comes from a space of love and respect to All, is greatly appreciated, remember that this is not about us and what we have to say, but about Source expressing Itself through us. Everything we have experienced and overcome may serve others. Everything that we receive that comes from a pure Source, can help others awake and find their truth, beginning a journey of conscious evolution. This is why it is so important that we take what we do seriously, for it is not about us, but about contributing the best we can at the moment, with the whole.

Building the Antahkarana Bridge

When I was communing with my Unified Self and Guides to receive guidance for this solar eclipse, the most important message, at this transitional time in our human history, was the importance than building a conscious bridge – Antahkarana – with our Soul, and hence, Unified Self and Monad, has, for those who are beginning to awake, as well as for those who are feeling as if they do not receive guidance in the same way, for it can be a sign that we need to continue building our non-physical cord with our soul and the Highest Aspects of us, so we can renew ourselves, our Divine Connection, and receive, again, as we used to.

At the beginning of our ascension journey there are many who are eager to continue evolving and begin to work a lot on themselves and personal healing process, which is vital. However, once we see ourselves already into this conscious path, it does not mean we should cease our personal quest, as well as inner work. Working in the connection with our Divine Aspects, is an endless task, for we never end evolving. This is why it is so important that we take the proper time, from time time, to heal, release and strengthen our connection with our non-physical self.

The Antahkarana is the conscious connection that we are going to build from our heart center, and hence, physical self, to our soul and Monad. This is the so-called triad connection, as we connect our human self with our soul and Monad, and the one that we need to build, when we initiate ourselves as fifth dimensional beings, something that comes when we are already living within Divine Love and respect with All, and feel ready to give this step.

It is vital to establish a connection, once we are finally awake, with our Illumined Self, call it as you prefer, as if we do not build this connection that goes from our human self to our soul, there is less possibility to receive guidance, healing and higher frequencies than when we consciously do so. This is why many feel as if they do not receive. In truth, the non-physical world is always talking to us, it is us the ones who need to clear our channels and do our inner work to allow this guidance to be fully descended upon us.

Prepare for meditation by sitting with your spine straight and calling upon your soul, Unified Self and Guides. After you feel their Presence and protection, thank them for their assistance in building this higher connection with the human aspect of who you are and begin to focus on your breath.

Move your attention from your breath to your heart chakra. Visualize a cord (I prefer it to be gold, although I leave it to you if silver feels more comfortable for you) which is going to go up until your pineal gland, star chakra and then as you move it throughout the other upper chakras, you will finally reach/link it with your soul and continue until you do the same with your Monad.

This is a deep visualization that requires clearing before we can step into it, as well as silence and a profound concentration, for what we are visualizing, even though it may seem just as a mere visualization exercise for our human self, is as real as what we can physically see, and it is the conscious building of our connection to the Illumined Aspects of who we are.

This is one of the most important exercises to do when we step into this ascension journey, as the more we build this connection, the stronger this cord will be, and the more guidance we will receive, as the consequence of our communion with our Unified Self.

We are always One with our Divine Self. However, as free will beings, once we came here, we chose to come and pass through a veil of illusion, one that impedes us to fully remember this connection. This is why it is so important that when we finally awake, we take the time, and repeat this meditation, from time to time, to strengthen this connection, as when we do so, we are telling our Illumined Self that we know who we are and that we are willing to make of our will its Will – linking our human self with our Divine One.

While you do this exercise, if guided, call upon the sixth Ray as well. This Ray is the one meant to be for those who are devoted to their ascension journey as well as work of assistance. As you continue to choose to evolve, and then do your inner work, not just for your personal growth but to be able to be of more help to others, this Ray is going to give you the strength and tools you need to continue with your journey, which can be challenging, especially in the beginner stages.

This Ray will also be a great support if you are asking in what you could be of further service, waiting to receive more clarity about new aspects of your soul mission, or purpose in itself. This Ray helps those who are willing to give the important step of dedicating their lives to assist others, as it shows us the particular way, in which we could develop our unique abilities to put them into the service of others.

Embracing Vulnerability

This eclipse in Cancer is going to be a very emotional one for us all, together with the Solstice, Mercury retrograde, for those who resonate with retrograde phases, and many other events that are beyond our human comprehension, but that many of us can feel, even though we cannot fully name. There are indeed many Forces aligning at this time for helping humanity to evolve and pass from unconscious species to evolved ones.

During this eclipse in Cancer we have five planets in water signs and three in earth ones. This is an opportunity to connect our non-physical self with our earthly one, building stability into all aspects of who we are. Many of us are already feeling the profound collective fear and mass manipulation that is taking place, as we feel more vulnerable and emotional than never before.

This is it is so important to be in contact with nature, with our True Essence, to receive the truth from our own Illumined Source rather than searching it outside or in other lower sources that can program our mind from what is really happening. We are passing through a deep period of fear, one caused by many who are trying to implant new programs into the collective as well as the great threaten of their survival by making them believe in the so-called coming of the end of the world.

When we are feeling vulnerable in whatever possible way we feel it, for each and every one of us will be different, it is important to embrace, without any fear, all of our feelings, for this is precisely what vulnerability is – to accept all of our feelings as equals, without any fear of expressing them, with respect. It is important to begin using our vulnerability to connect more with our Illumined Self and Truth and be of service, for we now are able to empathize more and more with others who are under a lot of fear.

Breaking our heart barriers, and showing our feelings is a sign of personal power, for we know that even though we may feel hurt at times, we embrace it all anyway, conducting it all into a constructive way rather than hiding our feelings, and hence, using our vulnerability destructively. All is energy in nature, and it is up to us to interpret and conduit our feelings wisely instead of reacting egoically all the time.

Our power and strength lie precisely in walking defenseless and exposed to all feelings, knowing that nothing and no one can truly hurt us, when we possess a higher vision of what being human truly means. When we go with an open heart, we are not weak, on the contrary, we are growing in love, for we are now strong enough to embrace everything that touches us, and it is precisely in this embrace that we help others to feel loved and appreciated.

Some may not understand how we choose to walk on this earth. We all have different views and opinions. However, love can always be felt and no matter our vision of reality, we all will begin to walk more consciously, more in love and above all, in unity, for we now remember that beyond our human personality, we are Divine Beings in disguise. Remembering makes all the difference to take this life as a conscious, and joyful choice, or as a punishment and accidental one.

I wish you all a revealing and loving Eclipse, Beloved Ones!

With love and light ∞

Natalia Alba

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drdelicatetch2 · 5 years ago

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Love and Jealousy Chapter 2: The Meeting, The hurt, The Anger

Pity

It’s for those who need to be satisfied in their actions

For those who don’t believe in clarity.

It was the beginning of the new year and everyone had returned home from either royal duties, training or etiquette courses. The new years’ ball was about to begin its annual presentation for its royal prince and princesses; this would be the day that everyone would announce either marriages, proposals or courting. The ball would begin at 8pm sharp which would begin the presentation ceremony. Beautiful garland, gold and silver tapestry was place all around the grand hall. Wine, champagne, and sparkling cider were set around the room; servants, maids and butlers scurried this way and that to finish the final touches of the ceremony.

At last it was complete, and the clock stuck 8pm right on the dot; the princes would be first along with their spouse if they had any. The first prince arrived, a king now, and the announcer presented him as such as a small crowd formed down the elegant stairway to the floor.

“Presenting, King Sollux Saion Denki Captor and his Queen Eridan Harumagedon A. Captor, royal family to the Ki and Ume Water kingdom” he bellowed, and everyone watched as the royal couple stepped forth and descended the stairs. The next set of princes arrived promptly and then the next kingdom came forth “Presenting Gamzee Kozerog Makara and His Queen Tavros Telets N. Makara, royal family to the Lavanda and Bronza desert Kingdom” he said as they followed behind the few princes in line and then it was time, it was the Azul Kingdoms turn to present their prince “And now, from our own home kingdom Prince Johnathan Cornelius Egbert III, Heir of Breath to the Azul Kingdom and Future King over the Lapis Lands, Hail to the future” he uttered “ Hail to the Future” the audience repeated. Then it was time for the princesses to arrive and be presented, of course John didn’t care to much for the majority of the princesses he only cared about one in particular and he knew that they wouldn’t be there until the very end of presentation, so it began as such “ Presenting Feferi Dan Zise Peixes, Heiress to the Pin Hong water Kingdom” he announced but then she whispered something in his ear for him to say “ She is also available for courting at this time” he said awkwardly and she proceeded to float down the steps straight to Sollux ,Eridan, Gamzee , Tavros and John as they were discussing upcoming events in the kingdom and of course the recent marriage of Sollux to Eridan but before the discussion could actually commence…

John P.O. V

Feferi walked upon us and pushed herself between Sollux and Eridan very rudely and began to speak to no one else and I wasn’t too pleased with that entrance she had handed forward or the look on Sollux and Eridans’ face. One of complete unease, the other of hurt and slight anger but Eridan turned away and began to distance himself a bit as he had explained in a private letter to me* of his thoughts on Solluxs’’ true feelings for him but before I could interject “ Feferi..” Sollux said as he grabbed hold of Eridans hand bringing him close “This is Eridan…he is m-my Queen, we are married now, and I-I haven’t had a chance to introduce you two….” He said as Eridan grabbed his arm and his eyes lit up making Sollux blush yellow but hold his composure. Feferi did not like this at all, and you could see the distain on her face as she said these hurtful and demeaning words to Eridan “You mean to tell me you dumped me because you got married to some spineless, desecrated, useless sea dweller whose dad is a drunken retard and whose brother died because he chose to play hero and save a human!!?” she raged and I saw it, in that instant she broke his heart, Eridan is highly sensitive about his brother Cronus and so was Sollux “ You need to remove yourself from my sight immediately or I will have someone do it for you, I broke up with you because you refuse to acknowledge that we are better off without your mother and her delusions which cost a lot of people their marriages because she was A WHORE AND HAD A WHORE DAUGHTER TO BOOT!!” he hissed psiionics flashing and the crowd was silent “Miss Peixes it would be best to leave…now” I stated and she left the room in tears out of the room; in that moment she came into the room “Presenting Vriska Vacalie Serket, daughter of Duchess Maceria V. S. Vantas and stepdaughter to King Cratious S. Vantas II…and is available for courting at this time” the announcer informed and I just rolled my eyes ((Here comes another delusional factor in my life...again)) as she approached me to give her greetings; I acknowledged her and continued my conversation when I heard it finally came the sounds of trumpets that he was here “ Introducing the long awaited return of prince Karkata Cratious Vantas III, Heir to the Carmesi Kingdom, Son of king Cratious S. Vantas II, stepson and stepbrother to princess Vriska V. Serket and Duchess Maceria V.S Vantas; Beloved Son and miracle to the late, beautiful former Queen, Agaria Vantas!” he shouted with jubilation in his lungs. I looked up and saw him, dazzling in his black dress, low shoulders with long sleeves and just a touch of red at the collar along with his mothers’ favorite necklace. We locked eyes as many from the party came to look and awe at his immense beauty and the way he had changed over the course of ten years during his training as well as mine.

End John P.O.V

Karkat P.O.V

There he was right in my sights, so tall and handsome just like he was when we were small and there, she was my sister; a person who plagued me with bullying and words that hurt more than I ever imagined. The few times we encountered each other during my training she said mean things to mean, called me an orphan and said I should have been killed but I never told anyone, not even my father or her mother who loved me like her own. I kept my distance and finished my training, graduating highest marks in all courses including etiquette which she barely passed. I made it to John without a word, only thanking most guests for the compliments that they bestowed upon me and then we were face to face.

“Hello Johnathan” I purred at him lowly “Hello Karkata” he said in his husky toned voice “My don’t you look absolutely stunning, the color suites you so very well” he said looking into my red brown eyes with his icy blue ones. Suddenly though I was pushed aside and had lost balance thankfully caught by my best friend Gamzee Makara; looking up realizing who had pushed me aside in the first place “Vriska, prey tell why did you feel the need to push me off to the side with such haste?” I enquired and then she said the most hurtful thing I could have never imagined saying to my worst enemy.

End Karkat P.O.V

“You think that just because you left for a while that anyone would want a motherless loser who thinks he can satisfy any man by faking he is a girl and wearing the saddest outfit with the ugliest necklace on the planet; your mother was beautiful but you will never look like her, smell of her or even compare to what she really was! She’s probably rolling in her grave right now, wondering why you didn’t die instead of her at least that would save father the effort of having to raise such a pathetic son” Vriska said with an evil laugh; the room was silent and karkat was staring at her with tears pricking his eyes and his hands balled into fists as everyone stepped away from him as he ran to the outdoor terrace. When she turned to face everyone else, she saw that no one was laughing or agreeing with her; not a sound from anyone. She did see her mother crying in pure anger and her stepfather grasping a glass that shattered in his hand but then she saw John; stoic composed Johnathan was seething mad and he spoke with such venom in his voice “You” he pointed at her “Are a vile, evil and disgusting human being and will not be caught dead in the company of those who disrespect the sanctity of someone’s’ mother as you have just done to his.” everyone agreed with that statement then heard the bellowing voice of King Cratious as he stepped forward swiftly towards her “YOU!! You are coming home with us this instant! I am grounding you until further notice; apparently the classes we sent you to do not work!!” he stated “You have embarrassed me for the last time!!” her mother cried out as the king took her away “Johnathan please, please find him and comfort him; you are the only one to know of such true pain in losing a mother” she begged him. John bowed and agreed heading in the direction Karkat had went followed by Gamzee; they split up looking for him and Gamzee found him first alone, and weeping on the floor holding onto the necklace his mother had left him.

Gamzee P.O.V

When I found him, my heart ached for my friend; we had been through a lot growing up together, he was there when I proposed to Tavros the first time “Karkat?” I hesitantly asked and he looked at me with such hurt; throwing himself into me and weeping loudly with such hurt his body was trembling. “Why did she do this to me on my presentation day; I have done nothing but be nice and tolerate her vicious bullying” he said grasping my arm a bit harder as he cried deeper and louder than he had when his mother was murdered in front of him. “I do not know why she has done this, but she is being punished very severely by her mother and your father” I told him. He looked up at me and cried even more “You are my greatest ally Gamzee; I love you and thank you for looking for me” he said and we embraced further til he was done crying and softly wept. I looked up as I heard a knock upon the wall and there he was, John, looking concerned but still with rage in his eyes and I helped karkat up and they locked eyes immediately. John extended his arms to him and he gladly rushed into them holding on and beginning weep once more as john soothed him. I came to john closely and told him “John I thank you for caring after my greatest friend in all of this universe; please take care of him and do right by him” I said as I made my way back to my beloved queen and our friends. “what happened?” Tavros asked as he took ahold of my arm and I began speaking to the others “He is with john do not worry; I do hope john chooses this moment to share with karkat his intention of courting this year” I said “Oh yes, I do hope he does; karkat deserves the best and John is the best for karkat” Sollux replied “Yes, he has the strength and leadership to comfort and care for him just as you do for me” Eridan replied and we all laughed as his face turned a shade of yellow and he looked away from his queen.

End Gamzee P.O.V

John P.O.V

Karkat was still in my arms when Gamzee left us alone. I held him close as I normally do not do this with anyone except my mother, who has passed us on. “Karkat my dear” I said softly, and he looked up at me “Are you alright; I know this has hurt you greatly?” I inquired “I am fine Johnathan” I put my hand to his lips and stroked his face “Please call me john like you used to” I stated, and he blushed “Yes john” he purred. I kissed his hand and looked deep into his red brown eyes “I have an inquiry of you karkat” I stated, he looked at me with wide eyes “Yes John?” and I then sat him down and lent beside him “Would you, let me court you this year to get to know you even better than before?” I asked and he almost fainted on the spot “Yes, John, Yes I would love to, but you have to ask Gamzee for permission” he stated and I laughed “Of course I already asked him” I told him, Gamzee and I discussed this in the beginning of our friendship. We stood up together and headed toward the ball room and gestured towards the announcer. “Attention! Attention! Our future king would like to announce stupendous news” he shouted, and everyone looked at us; luckily his father and stepmother came back in after dropping off Vriska. “Karkat and I will be courting starting this year” I stated and karkat blushed. Everyone clapped and King Cratious came to us giving karkat a kiss and the forehead, shaking my hand with extreme adoration.

End John P.O.V

#karkat #gamzee #john #vriska #tavros #feferi #sollux #eridan #homestuck

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seilahsacress · 5 years ago

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Bad Endings - Seven vs Yoosung

I loved Mystic Messenger but it's not flawless, unfortunately. It's alright since nothing is but I really wonder if there's anyone who thinks the way I do.

I finished Yoosung's route first, got the good ending and looked up the other endings. Then I went on to Seven. Got the good ending first and now I'm wasting my HGs to get other endings. I got the normal ending and third bad ending, I'm not spoiled about the other four bad endings yet.

As you see, at top of the GE and the AE, I got two "other endings".

They've both disappointed me so far.

Especially compared to Yoosung's other endings... So I know what I'm complaining about is more a legit flaw of the game than a lazy "running gag" or "quirk".

Towards the end of Seven's route, where I passed the last branch point so I knew I was gonna get the good one, a lot of plot points were piling up and it was concerning. Then the story lost times with lots of stuff I felt were quite useless: Chatrooms including nothing but the characters' reactions to V, no story modes after some chats, and a V × Rika story mode. In the end, Seven's good ending was anything but an ending. (My dumbass discovered the secret endings after typing this and some more, damn.)

Normal ending was an insult.

I can see the meta punishing you for not inviting enough guests but this one wasn't it - Seven's normal ending was pure insult. He straight up dropped having the slightest care in the world about his brother. Why?

Besides, the normal ending is a final ending so we deserve at least some sort of closure for a few open plot lines. We have the secret endings for the aftermath of the good ending. Normal ending not only lacks them but most revelations in the good ending are gone too.

Again, I'm ok with the fact that game format simply can't allow some things to make sense. My actual problem with Seven's normal ending is that things are so insulting compared to the good one because... plot wants to? There's nothing tying the amount of guests to the differences between normal and good endings.

This brings me to my other and bigger complaint - the third bad ending. It was a severe downhill. I'm not gonna go as far as saying I pity my one lost day and five HGs but it was a disappointment. The right and wrong answers had only minor differences so I don't know how I expected the overall plot to be effected. I was expecting Seven to make a mistake out of worry since we were pessimistic and kinda cold, that was the only logical way things could've gone.

But instead... Saeran's actions changed?

He tucked us behind barriers instead of doing his regular thing of running away.

An unrelated person who didn't even read my messages and had no other way of being affected by what I said's actions changed.

For no reason? Other than plot wanting it?

At top of the logical fallacy, I also complain that the ending lacked this "epicness". Saeran just imprisoned us and said he's gonna torture us. Alright. Simple enough. Meanwhile, merely reading up about Yoosung's bad endings on the wiki was enough to make me calmly scream out loud. They are the best in the series so far, if excluding AS.

Talking about Yoosung's bad endings, or other endings if you want to include the normal ending too, I can actually get to the point of the blog promised in the title: Comparison.

Yoosung's other endings are better than Seven's, facts. They beat his on both grounds I mentioned so far:

Logic

"Epicness"

Second criteria concerns unpredictionality, pace and similar things.

I want to talk on first.

To sum up Yoosung's bad endings:

Bad Ending One: The player feeds Yoosung's delusions and insecurity. As a result of those delusions, he commits a fatal mistake.

Bad Ending Two: The player pushes RFA into getting splited in half even though there is a dangerous threat outside. The dangerous threat outside corners Yoosung and the player alone, and takes advantage of Yoosung's distrust with a believable lie.

Bad Ending Three: Not as praise-worthy as the two above on story connection department but still decent enough. The player cares only about their own safety and our insecure Yoosung who's already ok with dying for someone else gets caught by the enemy since he wasn't dedicated to save himself. Even in the good ending, he and Seven barely escaped Mint Eye so I hope it's ok if I take my headcanon as semi-canon at least.

BRE One: This one's action-free anyway

BRE Two: Our non-existence directly causes Yoosung to act a certain way, and this was what had been my entire point all along.

See the logic? The consistency?

In Yoosung's bad endings, events develop according to what would make sense in that world. This is an example of the number one common rule of writing done right. Our choices should affect the story in a realistic way and things should develop accordingly, not just however plot wants them to.

See? Mystic Messenger's storyline has its mechanical flaws but they mostly only affect the story inconsistencies between different routes and the pace which stuff developes. There's no excuse for logical fallacies at the specific branch points.

Seven's third bad ending was, in summary, terrible. I was able to forgive his normal ending at the moment by saying that the meta punished me but his third bad ending tangibly disappointed me.

There's also the epicness aspect. Yoosung's bad endings were simply great. I would never, ever be able to guess the first and second bad endings during my playthrought. Even though they were foreshadowed and pretty logical in-story. For the first bad ending, the bomb had been the main threat and it was still active when we reached the branch point. For the second bad ending, Yoosung leaving RFA is the natural consequence of you agreeing with him and the hacker handing your ass the you is the natural consequence of the group splitting up. Still, I would NEVER be able to see THOSE bad endings coming. Yoosung actually coming to your house? Yandere tendencies? And the bomb you likely forgot out of excitement just suddenly killing you? Or you two meeting out in the park, a relatively new location? Unknown spitting a lie, which you of course know is a lie since you're very obviously on the verge of getting a bad ending but is still a unique way to win over RFA? This... That is just a legendary plot development and story telling. An epic fiction. Congrats, Cheritz! You're appreciated ^^

And yeah... The Seven who was continously hyped up to be the most crucial character out of the five and for whom I paid 80 HGs paled in comparison. I appreciate the story in his route and the secret endings after but the other endings?

Something I noticed while typing this blog is that Yoosung's first two story bad endings are better than his third bad and the normal ending. Hopefully this is the case for Seven too...? Cause as far as I remember, the right and wrong answers back then were distinct enough that I can see them legitimately effecting the storyline. Also, he has moments of only then seeing his brother so... I really have high hopes for them.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger long post #mystic messenger rants #mystic messenger analysis #mystic messenger spoilers #707 route #seven route #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #yoosung route #yoosung kim #mystic messenger bad endings #long post #rants

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Things that probably won’t happen in Endgame: Part III

As promised, before I go on my hiatus until I see it tomorrow afternoon, here’s Part III of shenanigans that almost certainly won’t happen in Endgame. I never thought of a fourth part, so that’s all for now!

No spoilers, because I have straight up no idea what’s going to happen in this movie. Like, zero clue. I’m completely in the dark. (and hoping to keep it that way, I just need to make it through like 24 hours I got thissss) I’m like...assuming this is a fix-it of some kind? I don’t know though.

Thanks for reading! <3

Part I and Part II

The portal shimmers in the inky darkness.

“We’re free, shit, we’re going to be out of here. Shit,” Sam says, wonder in his voice.

“Wait for them to call us,” Strange tests the portal with a gesture. “It could still collapse.”

Loki hangs back, as the rest chatter in excitement and anticipation. Despite his magic being part of the key to their miraculous connection with the living world and their possible rescue from the Soul Stone, he does not feel the same joy as the others. No one notices, so he just watches quietly as the rest ready themselves for their resurrections.

Wanda lingers as well, still looking drawn and tired. She had been mourning the whole stretch of time Loki has known her and he understands her own grim mood - while he believes he will not be gifted a third chance at life, she feels she has nothing to return to.

He feels it before Strange announces it. The pulse of power that signals the portal is stable.

“It is time.” Strange clears his throat, straightens his cloak, and steps through the portal. A minute later, a hand clad in a fingerless glove reaches through the whirling black and purple light. Bucky Barnes takes it and is pulled back through to the world of the living. One by one, the hands of the living Avengers pull their comrades back through the portal, out of the cursed realm of the Soul Stone and back to the concrete reality of Earth.

Soon, the only ones left are T’Challa, Wanda, and Loki.

“Are you not coming?” T’Challa asks.

Wanda looks down. “I have nothing left there to return to. But I guess I cannot stay here either.” She steps through, helped down by hands Loki doesn’t recognize. T’Challa looks back at him expectantly.

Loki looks back with a steady, serious gaze. “I did not die as you did.” The need for air, to breathe breathe breathe, a crushing pressure on his throat, legs kicking, a screaming over the roar in his ears, then blackness- “I am not certain I can be brought back. It seems likely that this place is my final fate. A fitting one, I’m sure some would say.” Alone. It’s what he deserves.

“Nonetheless,” T’Challa says. “I believe it is worth it to try.” And then he’s gone, leaving Loki alone. It’s silent inside of the Soul realm. Then a deeply familiar hand appears, open and welcoming.

For a second, Loki merely stares at it. He knows precisely how it will feel to wrap his fingers around that warm palm, lets himself imagine its touch for a moment. But he cannot allow himself to hope. More viscerally, he can imagine the feeling of his incorporeal hand passing straight through, condemning him to live here a phantom. He thinks he might implode with the disappointment of it all.

But it is worth it to try.

If his heart was still beating, it would be racing along by now. He steels himself against what’s sure to be the devastating dissolution of his last, meager hopes, and reaches out tentatively. His hand trembles. He stays hovering, for a moment, a breath above. Shaking, he brushes the palm with the tip of a finger, then moves to grasp the hand-

Thor’s hand is solid and warm beneath his.

He barely has time to grasp the significance before Thor pulls and he feels his form wrenched through the portal. It hurts, every nerve burning with the return to the living. For a horrifying second, he can’t breathe and he believes he is just being brought back to die again, but then he manages a shallow breath, and a deeper one. His throat aches terribly. A strong, solid arm wraps around his waist and pulls him the rest of the way through the portal, into streaming sunshine.

The world spins and tilts nauseatingly, then rights itself. He is on Earth, he is alive. And he is in Thor’s arms.

He still has not seen his brother, having been swept into an embrace the second he is free from the portal. But he knows him by touch alone, the feeling of Thor’s arm bracing his back, Thor’s hand covering the back of his head. They collapse to their knees, Thor’s face buried in his hair, gripping him so tightly Loki almost can’t breathe again. But Loki presses closer, still scarcely believing that he is solid, that he is here.

He lets Thor cry, desperately sobs of pure relief, kissing the side of his head over and over. His own tears spill over and he gathers the fabric of Thor’s cape in his fists. “You see?” Loki’s voice is rough and his breath hitches. “I told you. The sun is shining.”

Okay, cool I’m going to go live in my delusion for the next 24 hours and continue avoiding spoilers! (Let’s be real though, I’ll come back to check them notes because I crave validation lolll)

#fanfiction #time travel shenanigans that are almost certainly not going to happen in endgame #okay this one wasn't actually time travel but it was magical shenanigans #mcu #avengers: endgame

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American Gods - ‘Come to Jesus’ Review

Wednesday: "What do you believe, Shadow?" Shadow: "Everything."

American Gods finishes its first season strong, but storms brewing both in front of and behind the camera leave us with questions...

Let's just deal with the elephant in the room up front, since it sort of colors everything about this episode. If you're not the sort of person who follows behind the scenes shenanigans in TV production, allow me to introduce you to the elephant.

A few months after the initial airing of the season one finale, word came out that the showrunners, Brian Fuller and Michael Green, were exiting the show. Details were scarce, and those we did get were probably overblown to a degree, but the general reason given at the time was the traditional 'creative differences' with just a dash of 'budgetary concerns.' The first series had come in enthusiastically over budget, which probably didn't make the network terribly happy but seems unlikely to be a deal killer on its own. Reports that Fuller and Green quit after clashes with Neil Gaiman over the direction of the show seem equally unlikely, as Neil is a profoundly decent human being and I just can't see him doing that sort of thing.

I suspect, and this is purely my opinion, that it was a combination of little things and was probably fairly amicable. It would appear, based on choices that they made in series one, that Fuller and Green saw the show more as an anthology series, with Wednesday and Shadow serving as a vehicle to explore other stories set in the universe. Gaiman was reported as wanting a more direct adaptation of the novel. The network, probably a little irritated with the overspending, came down on Gaiman's side, and so Fuller and Green moved on to other projects.

Again that's just my personal guess. What we do know for certain is that whatever happened behind the scenes led to both Gillian Anderson and Kristin Chenoweth deciding not to return for season two, which leaves a curious plot void after the conclusion of this episode.

We'll look at how this was handled when we talk about the season two premiere, but for now suffice it to say that it's impossible to watch this episode without being aware that both of them are about to exit prematurely, which definitely affects watching it now.

Whew. That's a lot of preliminary elephant.

So, after that brief come to Jesus moment, let's talk about 'Come to Jesus.'

As long as I'm breaking my own rules about what we do and don't consider in these reviews, I'll note that Jesus is notably absent in the novel. He gets a couple of mentions, but never actually pops in to have a chat. In the 10th anniversary edition there's a sort of appendix where Neil includes a portion of a chapter where Shadow meets Jesus, but notes that the interaction never felt exactly right for the story and so he kept not including it in the novel proper.

Here, almost as if to compensate, we have a lot of Jesuses. So many Jesuses that we're going to need a collective noun for a group of Jesuses, and I'm going to suggest that we call it a Faith. So, Wednesday and Shadow, and Mad Sweeney and Laura, arrive independently at the home of Ostara, aka Easter. Ostara is one of your 'harvest/fertility/spring/rebirth' sort of deities, and the nominal foundation of the holiday of Easter before early Christianity colonized it. She has the whole place tatted up for her annual celebration of herself, Easter, and is politely ignoring the many Jesuses who have kind of overrun the place.

So, no visual metaphor for the displacement of old beliefs there, no sir.

Easter is kind of a crystallization of a couple of things that have been going on over the course of the first season. For one thing she's the final instance of Wednesday individually seeking out an old god, wherever they might have ended up, and making a sales pitch for them to join his upcoming war. The fact that he appears to be successful in this case is deeply entwined with the other plot thread which she represents. Namely, the various ways that many of the old gods have or have not been co-opted and suborned by the new gods who have replaced them. Czernobog was never suborned, he was forgotten and left to rot. Vulcan allowed himself to be redefined completely, substituting bullets for volcanoes. Wednesday was offered the same deal as Vulcan and turned it down. Sweeney was never important enough for the new gods to even bother with – he'd been co-opted by General Mills long before. And Bilquis... well, we'll come back to Bilquis in a moment.

Easter shows us yet another variation on the theme; instead of being redefined, she's allowed herself to be overwritten. Christianity came along and claimed her special day, and pretended that the bunnies and the eggs had been part of their thing all along. And over the centuries, as the focus on her special day turned more and more away from her and toward whichever Jesus you happened to root for, she became more and more entrenched in her self delusion that it was really still all about her, deep down. They still followed all the old practices with the egg hiding and the rabbits, so she couldn't have been forgotten. Kristin Chenoweth did a great job here showing us a woman whose illusions are being brutally stripped away. She's made herself comfortable behind a layer of artifice, and once that's gone she faces the situation and reclaims her power. That's the point of her elaborate hairstyle coming undone and her hair falling wildly around her shoulders while Media's hat blows away. It's the pagan forces reasserting their power over the forces retraining them.

That said, while I appreciate what's happening thematically, and Mr. Wednesday is clearly successful in convincing Easter to reclaim her power and force humanity to worship her again, I'm almost positive that if Kentucky had a huge crop blight humanity's first response probably wouldn't be, 'Oh, I guess we should probably pray to Easter to take care of this.' Call me cynical.

Women being disempowered by men who fear them was a pretty strong theme all around this episode, and nowhere more so than the story of Bilquis, as told to us by Mr. Nancy. The visuals of Bilquis were great, particularly the fade from her ancient face makeup to her disco face makeup. I really like that we saw her in pre-revolutionary Tehran in the 70s. It's a period that American schools say absolutely nothing about, as if we talked about it we might have to discuss our own unfortunate involvement. Generally, I expect that US audiences know next to nothing about what Iran was like before the revolution, and that may be partly what made the incoming revolutionaries shooting up Bilquis' disco such a strong image for the female disempowerment metaphor they were building.

Watching Bilquis slowly deteriorate in the new world was heartbreaking, and it made perfect sense that she'd fall in with the new gods after Technical Boy offered her a new altar in the form of hook up aps. She doesn't seem to happy to be working for them now, however. It'll be interesting to see where that goes.

Which brings us to Laura, yet another woman who men are attempting to disempower. In this case it was Mr. Wednesday, via Mad Sweeney who had her killed, or as Sweeney puts it, 'sacrificed,' for no other reason than that he needed her out of the way so he could get to Shadow. And because it was a god who had her killed, Easter can't give her back the gift of life, which is convenient from a storytelling perspective. It also presented a great opportunity for the story to have Laura find out that Wednesday had her killed and sabotaged her casino robbery. Although I feel like we as a people need to accept that the 'eye holds the last image before it's death' trope is kind of tired at this point. Maybe let's rest that one for awhile.

So, ultimately season one was all about two things. Getting Shadow to a place where he is ready to believe in the existence of Odin and the other gods, and getting Mr. World to a place where he's willing to publicly commit to going to war against the old gods. Thanks to a prodigious sprinkling of Jesuses, this episode accomplishes both. I could have lived without Wednesday running over the bunnies though.

Quotes:

Mr. Nancy: "We should start with a story." Wednesday: "Oh Jesus, Nancy." Mr. Nancy: "I’m gonna tell you a story." Wednesday: "We haven’t got time for a story. Just do the f**king work." Mr. Nancy: "Let me tell a goddamn story!"

Mr. Nancy: "So long as I’m still alive, I can adapt. I still know what I am."

Technical boy: "Worship is a volume business. Whosoever has the most followers wins the game."

Wednesday: "Do not confuse confusion for anger."

Shadow: "I love Easter." Wednesday: "Many do. Some for the rabbits. Some for the resurrection."

Wednesday: "Believing is seeing. Gods are real if you believe in them."

Jesus: "I… feel terrible about this."

Technical Boy: "Hands free, honeypot. I have no intention of spending the rest of my days feeding your soul from the vagina nebula."

Media: "We popularized the pagan. We practically invented brunch."

Laura: "I will squeeze them straight out of the sack. It’ll be like shucking peas. I swear to Jesus. He’s right outside."

Media: "Put a pillow over that feeling and bear down until it stops kicking."

Bits and Pieces:

-- Jesus, sitting cross legged on the surface of a swimming pool with a drink sets his glass down next to him. The glass immediately sinks to the bottom of the pool. I get why they couldn't resist that sight gag, but there was really no reason for him to be sitting on the pool otherwise. Still funny, though.

-- So, after killing Vulcan, Mr. Wednesday and Shadow went directly to Mr. Nancy's place so that he could make them dapper new suits for the Easter party. Nancy knows that Wednesday killed Vulcan, but Easter believes the lie that it was the new gods who did it. That whole plotline is a little muddy.

-- What exactly is Mr. Nancy's relationship with the spiders? Are they his friends? Does he control them? I have so many questions.

-- I really hope Orlando Jones is enjoying his wardrobe for this series, because I certainly am. His outfits get more and more fabulous.

-- Are the bunnies all CGI? They have to be CGI, right?

-- One of the available Easter cookies was a sugar cookie in the shape of a hand, with red jelly in a neat circle in the center of the palm. I watched this episode four times before getting that.

-- I'm old enough that I remember it firsthand, but it seems just unfathomable that there was a point when smoking on airplanes was a thing.

-- Media seemed genuinely sad to lose Easter as a friend.

-- There's an adorable moment when Easter primps herself in her reflection on the sword while Wednesday is giving her his sales pitch.

-- Do ice cream trucks automatically play music when they're in gear? Because TV shows are unable to resist the music playing in inappropriate circumstances.

-- Sweeney still didn't tell Laura what he sacrificed for her last episode, even when she had him four feet in the air by his balls.

-- It was a serious mistake for Media to take the hard line with Easter over Mr. Wednesday's offer. That's what ultimately made up Easter's mind.

-- Technical boy comes up as 'The Man' on Bilquis' phone. You just know that he programmed that himself.

-- Genre fans should note, the primary Jesus we see here is played by Jeremy Davies. He's as good as you're imagining.

A really strong finish for a really strong year. Easter and Media are going to be missed.

Three and three quarter out of four CGI Bunnies. Is that allowed?

Mikey Heinrich is, among other things, a freelance writer, volunteer firefighter, and roughly 78% water.

#American Gods #Shadow Moon #Mr Wednesday #Laura Moon #Mad Sweeney #Easter #American Gods Reviews #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews

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