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Chapter 12

Summer comes to a slow and gradual end within the passing weeks. The changing of seasons arrives with cold air and ruffling leaves dancing together in the wind, or scattering against the brick pavement in town. Strangely enough, the downpours that typically mark the arrival of fall cease to present themselves, instead leaving the memories of moody clouds and heavy rainfall back in summer. In fact, Lukas hasn’t seen the rain since the evening prior to the day he was introduced to the bakery, and started the cycle of giving the Admin his fresh baked offerings.

From August to September, Lukas spends the rest of his first official month in BeaconTown, attending to the forest and its mysteries, while also coming to accept that as much as he wanted to avoid the town and its problems, learning about the forest's destruction as well as the misunderstood Admin himself; he knows that avoiding these problems is no longer a possibility. Not when the preservation of nature is at stake, as well as the lives of the individuals who live there.

As time passes, Lukas finds it odd that the Admin hunters are no longer seeking him out for questions, nor are they simply getting in his way just to bother him and send him back to the forest in a bad mood. In fact, it's been strangely peaceful around town, something of which keeps Lukas on edge, believing it's a bit too good to be true.

Radar and Nell have been more active in his life. This was annoying and unwanted attention at first, the author only really using them to gain more information and then brushing their existence off without another care. This, of course, along with his revelation towards his own rude behavior to the Admin, was a turning point in Lukas.

He’s not one to try and get to know people. There’s no point when you’re a traveler like him. Relationships just… don’t work. All his previous attempts in the past have failed, so why get started now? After all these years? Even if he did make that connection, it would all fall through the roof when he has to leave again.

Despite all odds, Lukas found Radar and Nell’s company to be surprisingly more enjoyable as time went on. He didn’t come to BeaconTown expecting to make friends. He doesn’t go anywhere expecting to make friends. It just isn’t something that clicks with him, so the first few times interacting with the two, Lukas was sure to keep conversations brief before the awkwardness rolled over into discomfort.

Now though, Lukas sees them both just about every single day.

…And they’re happy to see him.

Such a troublesome duo. Lukas will lay awake staring up at the pitch black ceiling in his room until the clock strikes midnight thinking of their strange behavior. That is, of course, when his mind takes a break from thinking of the Admin, or the gaggle of rowdy hunters who act like they own the town.

He’s been going to the bakery on a near daily basis now, acquiring fresh baked goods for himself, Allay, and Admin. It definitely made some brows raise at the sight of a fit person like him coming in to order another generous amount of goodies before returning the next day empty handed for more. Lukas just brushes it off with the implications he’s saving up for when he leaves town officially.

Radar and Nell both know of his frequent day trips to the woods, and while both of them in the beginning were quite frightful for Lukas’ safety, their demeanors have since calmed, and the two instead ask about his day rather than quiz him on what he’s seen or hasn’t seen.

Nobody will ever know he’s actively seeing the Admin. Even hinting at the idea of Lukas seeing him can put them both in serious danger. He thinks ahead of time with this in mind, going so far as to logging a secondary journal with copious amounts of forest details that keep the two nosy BeaconTowner’s curiosity sated. Radar really enjoys the wildlife passages, while Nell specifically wants all the creepy crawly details on bugs… To Lukas’ dismay.

That being said, it’s a strange feeling having people be so open and honest with their interest in what Lukas is doing. Typically, in the past, Lukas is always the one going around asking questions and seeking answers whether it be for ecological purposes, or desire for basic knowledge. Radar and Nell have been a strange turning point in his life, actively seeking out his participation with them around town or even just to ‘hang out’. Nobody’s ever… wanted to hang out with him before. Lukas was stuck on that question for hours after it had been said and done.

This… friendship… that he’s developing with the two. He isn’t sure how comfortable he is with it. While he does enjoy finally having people to talk to about his travels and learnings of the world, he can only foresee that this connection may cause trouble in the future.

After this long week and a half, Lukas has made great effort in mapping out the dense woodland of the Admin’s shrouded territory. He even stored himself up in the library for a good chunk of the late night hours one evening to inquire in some cartography literature. Anything to help him better understand the practice, as well as give him insight on how forest cartography should be handled. At the end of the study, he decided to 'check out' the library book. Taking it with him in hopes of understanding its pages better once he’s actually amongst the dark trees and the maze-like twists and turns they send him in.

When he does come back to the forest, he’s drawn to his normal path that brought him here in the very beginning. Climbing up that fallen tree to scale up the steep slopes, past that mossy boulder that sits by its lonesome in a patch of ferns and grass, then absconding into the dense fog that keeps the Admin’s forest overshadowed and protected.

When he enters the ancient woods, he is always sure to stop by that small clearing where the azure bluet’s grow. With passing time, the patch has flourished, as well as the grass bedding it. Here is where Lukas leaves his basket of goods for the Admin and his Allay. Lukas has kept up on his own personal promise, which is to keep himself a safe and comfortable distance from the Admin to avoid further conflict or discomfort.

Unfortunately, his interest in the Admin is undying no matter how much distance he puts between them both, but he knows this is for the better. If the deity truly wanted him around, then Lukas is sure he’d ask for it, or at the very least attempt to linger for it, but with most interactions that have come between them since he first gave him the cookie, which is already far and few between, well…

He’s always met with that pensive, glowing turquoise stare. The very few times the Admin has put himself on Lukas’ path of adventure, the deity does nothing more than gaze ominously down at him. Almost in expectation of something, but that something, Lukas has no idea what it is. So he smiles at the Admin, telling him he hopes he’s having a good day before passing by without another word. The distance between them grows as Lukas walks, and he can feel the familiar chill of being watched, prickling with goosebumps of awareness crawling over his skin.

When he looks back, the space where the Admin once stood is then empty.

The forest dweller is as much of a mystery as the town surrounding him. Lukas truly doesn’t know what to make of him. He’s spent countless hours researching gods and goddesses, and even religious figures, just to get some sort of insight as to what the Admin could be. Heck, he even indulged in some laugh worthy articles on the ghostly, stalker-like entity, Herobrine. Just like everything else, nothing of value turns up, so Lukas is brought back to square one and leaves the topic alone until his curiosity is piqued yet again.

This has got to be some sort of cruel form of psychological torture. In a place where everyone is forced to keep their mouths shut about the one thing he wants to learn, Lukas feels himself getting stir crazy. He’s itching to ask more about the Admin to Radar and Nell, and he’s silent with his desperation for knowledge from the big guy himself. But Radar and Nell are too shaken up to spill the beans, and Admin is, well… Mute, while also very menacing, to say the least.

The Allay is the one presence in the forest that seems to be genuine with its intentions of making friends with Lukas. The floaty blue sprite is gentle and playful in nature, always showing up soon after Lukas enters the forest. There've been many bonding moments between himself and this little fairy, from playing fetch with the mouse it's kept in its inventory, to sharing lots of treats, and Lukas even taking the time to show off his journals to it. There was even a day where Lukas had the little creature napping in his lap while he re-read his current draft. As time went by, the Allay was far less timid with Lukas, and has even allowed him to touch it.

With a gentle hand, he reached down to where the Allay napped in his lap, petting its head, and frail body. So soft… Almost silky smooth in texture. The feeling of this creature is neither hot nor cold. Lukas wonders how that is. Then there was a brief second of horrified panic when Lukas realized the little creature wasn’t breathing, so he gave its cheek a nudge, to which it woke up and blinked up at him with confusion. Creators, it took minutes for Lukas’ racing heart to ease down and for his nerves to relax.

Another log for his journal:

The Allay cannot be classified as a living organism. Unlike your typical organism, whether it be a mammal, insect, fish, or plant species, the Allay itself lacks the organs, or basic cell structure that is required to qualify it as such. Instead, within its small body resides a faint, blue glow. The longer I watch the glow, the more I am able to notice a somewhat dull, pulsating light emitting from it. I’m uncertain as to if this glow is its lifeforce. Further research will be required.

On top of notes similar to that, a good portion of his journal is filled out with doodles of the Allay, as well as the research he partakes in when the creature allows it. Like wingspan, height, weight. He even went as far as asking the Allay itself questions like, “what do you like?”, to which the creature would show him the toy mouse. Lukas shook his head. “Other things. What would you play with before you got the mouse?” He asked, and the Allay responded by floating around their surroundings, picking up pebbles, then offering them to him.

“Rocks?” Lukas looked down into his palm where the pebbles lay, feeling a pang of pity for this friendly little spirit. Who knows how long it's been out here? With nothing to play with but rocks and other items only found within its habitat. It’s no wonder the Allay jumped at the opportunity to take a toy, a real toy for itself when it did. Lukas has already made the decision to let Allay keep it, with hopes that Dewey will understand. After all, the Allay has taken a liking to it, and Dewey is always excited about getting new play-things.

As for the Admin…

Lukas’ gift giving has seemingly struck a chord within the deity.

Nearly every day, aside from the days Lukas stays back in town, he has brought the basket back packed full of goodies for the Admin and Allay. Allay is always there on time to meet him, which leads Lukas to believe the little spirit has begun to wait for his return. Anyways, he brings the basket back and drops it off at the azure bluet’s clearing. Here, he leaves it for the day, his offering to the Admin for allowing him to continue to tread through his forest.

The first week was what he’d expect. The occasional run-ins with the Admin lead to a staring contest that always depicts Lukas as the famed loser. The second week though… Lukas was shocked to return to the clearing as he was heading back to town. He was going to grab the now empty basket just as usual, only to find its surface sprinkled with dirt and… something being left in the confines of the cloth?

Lukas immediately knelt down and dug into it, wondering if an animal had come by in an attempt at tampering with the food, only to unravel the cloth and find…

Rocks?

Lukas’ confusion could not be any more plain as day. He sifted through the bundled up cloth and found not just any ordinary rocks, but… “Basalt?” The blond holds the igneous rock up, turning it over in his hand. “But.. how? Basalt only forms in volcanic environments.” Looking around, he stuffs the basalt into one of his chest pockets on his adventure gear. As for the other two rocks in the bundle, they all look to be different pieces of fine-grained basalt.

Lukas doesn’t know what to make of this.

Is this Admin trying to tell him the baked goods he’s been bringing him are dense or bland, tasting like rocks? Today he’d brought honeybuns, ones that he tried and thoroughly enjoyed taste and texture wise. He certainly didn't catch any rock-like attributes to the honeybuns.

Lukas takes the rocks with him anyways, hoping to examine them closer to see if this basalt is anything different compared to the types in his Nether notebook.

The next day, Lukas returned and offered up something entirely different. Radar and Nell showed him to a small farmers market that shows up outside of town on certain weekdays. Too scared to set up in town, the farmers in the surrounding biome come together just on Beacon’s outskirts to offer their fresh produce. Lots of colorful tents, consisting of not only produce vendors, but also many craftsmen as well. Someone had a whole tent dedicated to their own custom birdhouses, something of which nearly made Lukas tear into his wallet.

The only reason he didn’t purchase one is because he realized, where exactly was he going to put it? He himself doesn’t even have a home yet, therefore Lukas promptly exits the tent and explores elsewhere.

Many of the BeaconTowner’s seem to enjoy this farmers market, as do Nell and Radar. Lukas certainly does, because it’s here he finds not only fresh fish, but was able to pick berries and fruits far sweeter and tastier than what the stalls in BeaconTown had to offer.

The sweetberries were too good to pass up, and knowing that Allay and Admin both enjoy them, he decided to get a variety of berries. Sweetberries, blackberries, blueberries, they even had glow berries! But those were borderline sour. Good grief Lukas almost died resisting the urge to spit it out. After obtaining his own groceries, and what he wanted to offer the Admin, he went back to BeacInn and readied up.

That same day, the woven basket was filled up again once Lukas returned. Our author walked over, eyeing the basket with suspicion. Kneeling down, he searched through the confines of the cloth, noting that there was less dirt sprinkled about, but what he opened up to took him totally off guard. Lukas gawked down at what looked to be a piece of wood, but when he lifted it up, feeling along the glossy exterior with curious fingers, he realized what it truly was with a glimmer of excitement shining in his eyes.

This is petrified wood. He can’t get a notable distinction as to what colors reside within its layers due to the overshadowed forest, but feeling over its surface, he can tell this piece is something extraordinary.

It’s here where Lukas comes to a bone-chilling realization that made his stomach drop.

These things… Could they possibly be gifts the Admin is offering him in return for the treats he brings back? While it does sound like a reach, he can't think up any other reason why the lonesome deity would offer him overworld rarities like basalt and petrified wood.

“Auugh no..” Lukas shakes his head. There's no way.. I feel like he hates me being here. Maybe he's just trying to return the favor because it's the kind thing to do, Lukas thinks with a shadow of guilt looming over him. I hope he doesn't think he has to do this for me.

The ecologist holds the wood in his hands, pondering on it in his gloomy surroundings. He feels bad, but he stuffs the wood piece into his satchel, then uses the straps to adjust the bag off his back and return it to reside over his shoulder once again.

That night, Lukas sat at his desk examining the petrified wood closely. It's unlike anything he's ever seen before in his life. The exterior is black, while the interior fades into a mix of dark purples and blues. Holding it under the warm lighting of his desk lamp, he can see that the object seems to glow at different angles as it reflects against the lighting.

“So cool…” Lukas draws out in a mesmerized whisper. “This specimen must have been buried somewhere where something extraordinary occurred. I can't imagine wood would go through the petrification process and turn out like this anywhere else in the world.” He turns it over in his hand, looking into the blurry and misshapen reflection of himself over the jagged surface. “Dewey, this has got to be the greatest thing our crystal collection has acquired to date,” he says, turning around in his chair to show the ocelot.

Dewey, however, doesn't respond. Poor guy is knocked out on the bed for the night, exhausted from yet another adventure.

Lukas sighs, turning away to gaze down at the crystal he holds in his lap. He wishes he could express to the Admin how much he appreciates this object without the risk of annoying the grumpy god.

Lukas is at the point where he truly believes the deity may very well be incapable of expressing any other emotion. Maybe he's just.. the god of being in a bad mood. It certainly doesn't bother him like he feels it would if it were any other person. The Admin himself is something that would be talked about in folklore, or perhaps talked of in some obnoxious cryptid encyclopedia.

Lukas always thought those books were such jokes.

…Now he isn't so sure.

The Admin could very well fall in line with that, but Lukas is more confident with the godly descriptors as the man does wield strange powers beyond human comprehension. His existence absolutely baffles Lukas to this day, even after having knowledge of him for weeks now. He's got telekinetic powers. A broad, massive form that is an outlier to any normal human. That dark blue skin Lukas is finding himself captivated by as of late.. And those glowing eyes.

The pink tint on his cheeks goes unnoticed to the blond as he stands up from his desk and changes into his sleepwear. Lukas is aware he's become… conflicted with some emotions towards the Admin. He knows he's supposed to leave him alone and focus on his work, but it's hard to do that when the lonesome god is all he's thinking about as of late. It's a very strange feeling… Wanting someone's attention for once. Attention that isn't just being stared at, waiting for Lukas to say or do something when he knows he's better off not saying or doing anything.

Lukas grasps a pillow as he settles in bed, holding it in his arms while he shimmies in under the heavy duvet, also attempting to work his way under the sheets without disturbing Dewey. Before he closes his eyes, Lukas takes a long look outside the window, gazing out at the distant tree tops before nuzzling his face into the pillow and falling asleep.

Up turns a little black nose, pointing up towards the trees as it takes a few sniffs. A long, spotted tail flicks, while wide emerald eyes soak in all that surrounds them. Dewey stands on a tall rock, its surface overgrown with lush moss, making the jungle cat look stoic in the way he stands tall above the ocean of foliage encompassing the boulder. There’s a familiar scent that caught his attention. His black ears swivel around, zeroing in on the rushing sound before he finally pinpoints the direction its noise comes from. “Mmrrooow?” He meows, looking back towards his owner, the tall blond approaching him now with quite an impressive walking stick.

“Ahoy, Captain Dewey. Have yee found the treasure we seek?” Lukas gives his best pirate impression, making the ocelot deadpan and look back at him with the most unimpressed expression. “What? Can’t blame a guy for trying to have a little fun." Lukas reasons innocently, making his spotted companion roll his eyes and jump from the massive rock. He lands perfectly on his paws only a few feet from Lukas. Dewey gives the air a few good sniffs again, then points the white tip of his tail towards the direction of the distant sound.

“Well, lead the way, buddy.” Lukas gestures for him to press onward. The ocelot nods, then the two return to hiking their way through the forest.

Another lovely day out in the Admin’s forest, though not as lively as usual… Allay has been nowhere to be seen for hours. The little sprite usually waits for Lukas to make his appearance at the clearing where he leaves sweet treats. He’s pretty confident that the spirit has caught on to his gift giving and eagerly waits for his return with something new in the morning, so it makes him feel terribly guilty the few days where he has decided to stay back in town and either catch up on rest, or work on his own writing. Just imagining the poor little guy waiting and waiting, just for nobody to show.

Lukas brought, and left cookies at the clearing again today, so he’s hoping that will make up for the missed time and treats.

Dewey bounds over twisting roots, springboards off flimsy limbs of fallen trees, and kicks up leaves as he surges across the forest floor. Lukas takes his time catching up thanks to the desire path he’s found himself following. The path is wide, providing a useful shortcut through the dense undergrowth. Lukas pays close attention to the ground at his feet, following a trodden path that’s been made from years of use from which he can only imagine who.

Soon enough, his ears perk at the sound of running water. Ocelot instincts ignite like a roaring fire, picking his boots up off the forest floor in an enthusiastic run. He runs closer and closer to the sound, and when it comes down to it, he’s having to bend down, pushing branches out of his way so he can squeeze himself in through a dense thicket of shrubs.

Lukas’ teal eyes widen, catching the glow of the warm sun reflecting in them, making his pools an ocean at sunset with the way he gazes up into the unbelievable sight he beholds. Emerging from the thicket, he walks out into a grassy space, and a view the massive gap in the trees that lies ahead of him. Between his side of the forest and the other lies a widespread river. The river is like that of a painted art piece. The water is calm, the trees around him are outstanding, and the sunbeams filtering in through the gap of the trees sheds an entirely new light to this part of the Admin’s forest.

Lukas closes his eyes and breathes in. The wind kicks up just in time for it to tussle his blond tuft, which lay delicately over his forehead now after that energizing run. The temperature here is warm, unlike the cold and dreary climate the rest of the biome offers.

He’s not sure where Dewey ran off too, but he knows his ocelot will be okay. He’s got a keen sense of taste and smell and can catch Lukas’ scent with ease. It won’t be difficult for him to find his way back to the author.

Taking careful steps, the only thing keeping him from the river's edge now is a small slope of rocks and dirt. His boots scuff the soil as he adjusts his footing, easing himself down slowly but safely until he takes his first steps onto the rocky shore. Our adventurer grasps the strap of his satchel and peels it up and off of him, laying it down on a large, flat stone nearby.

Rocks shuffle and clack together under his footing until Lukas comes to a full stop just a few inches away from the water. Looking out over the water, he can see dragonflies fluttering over the moving river, occasionally landing on the tall reeds sticking out of the rocky riverbed. The sound of quacking makes his own ears perk and he turns in the direction of a duck wading just a few feet away from the shore, and with her follows a line of four fuzzy yellow ducklings.

Lukas’ breath is shortly taken by the tranquility of it all. Despite the darkness that overshadows the massive coniferous woodland, where there’s sunlight, there is life living amongst it. The human looks up, gazing up past the dark treetops, watching the same normal clouds drift in their own lazy river overhead.

Turning his head down, he notices his reflection in the crystal clear water. So he bends down, crouching and looking in past the swaying ripples, noticing the colorful, yet natural rocky riverbed underneath.

Lukas sighs, taking another deep breath. He raises his head and closes his eyes, focusing on listening to the sounds that surround him. He can hear the beat of the dragonflies' wings, the quack of the nearby duck family, as well as the chatter of birds up in the tall pines looming above. He smiles, basking in the serenity, feeling like new…

After a few moments of silence, his eyes flutter open and the author looks back down into the water. His attention to his own reflection instantly drifts over to a strange glow residing in the water to his left. Lukas’ brows knit and he leans in, focusing on the glow and then.. He realizes the distinct shape that flows over the water's surface with them.

Lukas gasps, throwing his hands down into the rocks and turning his body to look up at the massive presence he somehow failed to notice. “A-Admin?” Lukas stutters out, his voice small with surprise. The deity stands directly beside him, a foot back and to his left. The sun glows over his impressive build, shedding light upon an entity who still shrouds in his own eerie shadow. The man, despite the warm light surrounding him, his complexion stays dark, his face overshadowed and his eyes baggy with unspoken exhaustion.

The little blond human scrambles to stand up, stuttering as he does. “G-geez.. Persistent with the element of surprise as ever.” Lukas brushes off any dirt on his exposed knees, then stands fully, looking up from the worn boots, all the way up past that warm flannel and leather chest armor, then landing on the god’s… blank expression.

Lukas grasps his arm, looking down and away once that awkward feeling begins nagging him almost immediately. “H-hi..” He says with hesitation, weary of his own word choice when it comes to the stoic, yet silent presence. The dark blue man breathes in, then huffs in response before turning away and walking towards the river.

Lukas’ sparkling eyes widened, his jaw fallen slack, utterly speechless with the Admin actually returning his greeting, albeit in his own mute way. He watches the towering man walk away, listening to the rocks on the shore crunch under a significantly much heavier weight as compared to what Lukas was capable of creating earlier. The human is rooted to his spot for a few silent seconds before he too is strung along by the string of curiosity pulling him closer to the gloomy entity. Nervous hands fumble together just below his chest pockets, uncertainty making him anxious as he defies his own promise and.. brings himself closer to the deity.

Lukas approaches shyly, coming to stand a couple feet away from the deity, right next to the gentle river current. He takes his chances, glancing up at him. From his short stature, and from this angle, he gets a good view of that gnarly scar that splits the right side of the Admin's cheek. Its delicate turquoise color looks.. strangely nice against the dark blue skin.. despite it being what it is. The Admin doesn't look at him. He only stands and stares out over the moving water.

“U-uhm.. Thank you, Admin. For the basalt and petrified wood. I'm quite the rock enthusiast,” the blond utters a small chuckle, “Lame, I know. Heard it a million times, but I really appreciate it.” Lukas raises a hand and scratches nervously at the back of his neck, feeling that.. weird feeling again.

Something isn't right… Lukas catches on quickly, then dismisses it immediately the moment he feels the prickle of goosebumps rising over his pale skin. He perks up and looks over, finding the god apparently still watching the flowing river in front of them both. Lukas too looks out, and within passing seconds, he hears the Admin draw in a big breath of the clean, crisp air, then sigh it back out.

Lukas’ cheeks warm, and he can feel a rush of relief and excitement mix together inside him. He's actually standing here with me.. And doesn't look, or seem grumpy at all.

This motivates Lukas greatly. The blond suddenly decides to kneel back down, settling upon his knees just a few inches from the water licking at the pebbles. “You know, rivers are the perfect place to go rockhounding,” he says as he dips his hands into the running water, inciting a chill to run through his body at the stream's cold temperature. “ Brrr .. Cold..” He shifts his hands within the pebbles under the rippling current, continuing as he does. “Pieces of rocks get chipped away and become rounded with time. Abrasions like that can cause pebbles tiny like this-,” he plucks one from the water, then holds it up to the deity, “-to erode, and it's likely this tiny pebble could have started out as big as this rock here.” Lukas leans over and grasps a rock at least three times the size of the pebble from the shoreline, holding both out for the Admin to look at. “Or maybe even bigger! Pretty cool, huh?”

Lukas is met with that familiar silence, as expected, although he keeps a close eye on the Admin's expression, searching for any sort of disturbance. Thankfully, that blank stare rests easily on him. Lukas can't help but wonder…

“Would you like to see?” He asks, risking his own cheerful mood by staying hopeful. A pause… Then— Lukas tenses as the deity shifts, hearing a grunt emit from him as he settles his hefty weight down onto the pebbled shore beside him, keeping a comfortable distance. Lukas is breathless with elation at the gesture. “O-okay..” A small smile of disbelief as he looks down at the rocks in his hands. He swallows the block in his throat and shuffles a little in his spot, getting comfortable.

“A couple years ago, when I was in the beginning of my travels, I visited this small village out in a grasslands biome. It was surrounded by tall hills, and the villagers built their village tucked nice and right in the middle of the valley. Lots of little streams ran through it, and while I was studying Villagerese, one of the sessions I had with my mentor was learning to make rock and gem bracelets.” Lukas turns his attention back down to the water, dipping his hands into its current. “He brought me to one of the streams, and he had me choose a bunch of different pebbles I liked from the riverbed. Then he took me back to the village stonecutter and they were able to turn the rocks into beads.”

Lukas plucks a pebble from the water, then turns to the Admin, showing off the little white stone. “This is diorite. Super common, but still really pretty with its white and gray speckles.” Lukas keeps the pebble in his palm while he sifts for more, then adds a couple more to the mix. “Here's granite, andesite, and calcite. Most people call these kinds of rocks trash-rocks, but I think they're all unique in their own ways.”

He watches the Admin closely. The glowing gaze lingers for a few moments on the author's hand before he turns his attention away to the water in front of him. Lukas watches a pebble pluck straight from the water, floating in the air– immediately striking a nerve.

“Whoa, whoa, hand on a second.” Lukas gestures for him to stop, causing the pebble to plop back into the water and the Admin to snap his eyes back at him. Lukas quickly corrects his tone. “Sorry.. It's just that it's more special if you experience it hands on . Your powers are amazing and all, but part of the beauty in rockhounding is feeling each and every rock individually, searching for your favorites, rather than just pulling whatever you decide out of the water.”

The Admin’s gaze doesn't strengthen with annoyance or frustration from Lukas’ interruption, instead his tired eyes turn away from the little human, taking a moment of consideration before dipping his gloved hands into the water, just as Lukas encouraged.

The blond beams with joy as he watches the silent deity sift through the current just as he did. I can't believe this is happening.. He thinks, unable to shove down the wobbly smile he makes watching this.. big, strong god do as he suggested. If he wasn't beet red already, he almost certainly is now that his stomach did a strange flop. Lukas feels.. wonderful with this development. He doesn't remember the last time he's ever felt this ecstatic.

He tears his eyes away to avoid staring, focusing himself on his own collecting. The rocks in the water here are beautiful, no matter how common they may be. Amongst the rocks he already named, he found ordinary stone, tuff, and even some small specs of iron shimmering within the riverbed. When he looks back at the Admin after a couple of quiet minutes, he notices a nice collection of wet pebbles in his own massive palm. The novelist sits back, digging into one– then two, and three of his adventure gear pockets, searching until he finds what he’s looking for.

“Here. Check this out.” He pulls out the bracelet, showing it off to the deity who now glances up from his own search. “This is the bracelet I was talking about. Find enough of the rocks you like, and I can bring it back to BeaconTown’s stonecutter to get them tumbled and cut into beads.” Lukas smiles, hoping the Admin would accept his offer.

He watches the Admin’s eyes flick from the pebbles in his own hand, over to Lukas’, then up to the human’s eyes. Both their gazes lock together while the Admin seemingly thinks of his answer. In one slow movement, the deity outstretches his arm and opens his hand to Lukas, flicking his gaze to the rocks in the ecologist’s hand, then back to his own palm, then at Lukas, waiting expectantly.

“Oh.. you want mine?” Lukas scoots a little closer. "Here," he then leans in with his hand and pours what he has into the Admin’s waiting palm. The pebbles all clack together once they meet the gloved palm of the Admin. Lukas feels choked up at the visual, unable to take his eyes off of how close their hands are together. Their shared difference in size is something Lukas finds very captivating. His own pale hand is so small compared to this god’s mighty fist.

Lukas sits back once the pebbles are delivered, and watches with great attentiveness as the deity closes his hands together into a ball and squeezes. The Admin makes a scrunched up face, his dark eyebrows furrowing, and his eyes flash bright before returning back to normal. The sound of stones cracking and crushing together comes from within the balled up hands, then when all is done, the Admin draws in a deep breath and sighs, uncovering his hands and revealing…

Lukas throws his hands down onto the rocky shore, getting on all fours to get a closer look, his eyes glimmering with newfound amazement, utterly enthralled by the Admins power. The Admin had somehow crushed and smoothed out every single one of the pebbles within seconds, making them gloss over in a way that is incomparable to any of the rocks Lukas owns in his collection. The stones have a sparkly gloss that, only up close, is one able to really see with the naked eye. That, and they’ve all acquired tiny holes somehow.

“That’s so cool!” Lukas blurts out without really thinking, then tenses, quickly sitting back and correcting himself. “I-I mean that’s.. Wow. Just wow. I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life! How’d you do it?” Lukas prompts without much of a thought, but to his further shock, the Admin responds with a shrug and looks away. An entirely new gesture for Lukas to obsess over later. “T-that’s okay, all I need you to know is that it’s amazing.” He smiles sheepishly, then reaches into another pocket and draws out long, thin pieces of woven string. “Here, let me show you how to put it all together.”

The Admin is surprisingly receptive with everything Lukas shows him. After the ecologist proposed to show the deity how to make the bracelets, Lukas realized that all of their chosen rocks had been mistakenly mixed together when the Admin took them all into his palms. This does not bother Lukas. In fact, he is extremely pleased with this outcome, because having the rocks that the Admin chose mix in with his own on the string that he’s currently working on makes this bracelet more special than it would have ever been if it were the other way around.

The Admin follows Lukas’ lead, tying a knot at the base of the woven string, then adding the pebbles one by one to its cord. They gather more rocks as time goes on, which Lukas shyly requests Admin to work his magic with. To Lukas’ relief, there is not an ounce of grumpiness coming from the deity. That, and now they only sit about three feet apart, something of which Lukas cannot stop thinking about considering the last time he got this close to the shadowy man, the Admin stamped his foot into the earth and growled angrily at him.

So what changed? Lukas wonders, glancing at the deity who sits quietly beside him, working away on his own string of rocks. Maybe it's the treats? He did seem to like those cookies I brought for him..

By the time they are finished, Lukas ties his string around his wrist and, “Ta-da-! See? Pretty, isn’t it?” Lukas asks as he lifts his gaze up to the Admin, noticing how much longer the string of rocks is that the deity now holds up in front of his own face. His shadowy expression is unreadable, yet no longer blank as he stares at the beads. The Admin’s illuminated gaze feels less imposing, less threatening now with this short amount of time they’ve spent together.

“All finished?” Lukas asks, and the Admin responds by holding the dangling string closer to Lukas. “Okay, sweet. It looks wonderful, nicely done, Admin. Mind if I..?” The writer reaches forward and takes the string of rocks into his grip, looking over the craftsmanship. “Hmm.. Might be a bit big. Mind if I try fitting it?” Lukas takes both ends of the strings between his index fingers and thumbs, scooting a bit closer to the deity.

Lukas tries not to look up at him, focusing on the gloves leather cuff that hides the man’s wrist. “Hmm..” The human hums thoughtfully, then looks up to the Admin curiously. “I don’t think I can tie it around your glove.. Would it be okay to take it off?” The hesitation that follows suit is to be expected. There’s a few moments of silence that pass where the only sound between them is the running water beside them both, as well as the distant chatter of birds up in the trees. Lukas is about to backtrack and never mind the idea, that is until he watches those big arms move, the sound of heavy clothing shifting, and a large hand grasping the cuff of his right glove, then slowly drawing it off his hand.

Lukas’ breath snags in his throat, choked by a block that developed at the immediate sight of the deity’s hand. Dark blue, just as the rest of him, but the amount of scars that litter his skin make Lukas’ heart lurch and his stomach twist with deep remorse. He has never seen someone so… broken and tattered. Dark freckles like the ones on the deity’s cheeks can be seen speckled here and there, but turquoise scars take up the most of his hand. Lukas frowns deeply, looking up at the Admin with empathetic softness in his gaze. Poor thing…

The Admin doesn’t look at him, instead keeping his head turned and his glowing eyes fixated on something else in a different direction. Lukas forces himself to shake off his own emotions, quickly making a move to try and fit the bracelet on. Unfortunately, the string of rocks is much longer than he’d realized, and it's a bit too big to fit onto the Admin’s wrist. “Ah.. It’s a bit long.” Lukas says, gaining the Admin’s attention, making him turn his head back down to the human working the string around his blue wrist. “That’s okay though, nothing a couple adjustments won’t fix.”

The deity reaches with his still-gloved hand, asking for the string, which Lukas is happy to return to him. To Lukas’ surprise, the Admin doesn’t make any adjustments with it, instead opening up one of his own leather utility pockets and sticking the string of rocks inside it. The Admin then moves, grunting as he comes to a stand. Lukas quickly stands too, placing his hand onto the rocks beneath him to help lift himself up and off his knees, which, ouch.. Kind of ache after resting on the rocky shore for so long.

“Well, that's alright. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. This has been a lot of fun! I never really get to sit down and have someone to show stuff like this to.” The blond runs his hand up the back of his head, rubbing it a bit while he looks around, feeling suddenly awkward. Lukas looks up to the deity now, finding his tired gaze focused on him. “I gotta go find Dewey. It’s getting a bit late and I was hoping to head back soon, but… uhh…” Lukas’ cheeks warm at the way his voice cracks and he fumbles. “Thanks for spending time with me. This has been so fun..”

The Admin’s tired gaze softens on him, then, with his scarred hand, reaches into the right pocket on his utility belt, retrieving something that hides within his massive fist as he then holds it out, waiting for Lukas’ hands. Lukas’ heart rate picks up, his own teal eyes sparkling with joyful cat-like curiosity. Cupping his hands together, he offers them out to the Admin, who drops a tiny reflective shard into his palms.

Lukas looks down, bringing his cupped hands inward, then plucks the little shard with his fingers and holds it up in front of the river, watching with adoration as the sun reflects against its many purple crystalline sides. “An amethyst shard..” Lukas breathes in disbelief. The shard is gorgeous, and quite unlike any he’s ever seen during his travels. This one is completely clear of dust and dirt. Each side is just as translucent as the other. Lukas grasps the amethyst shard in his palm, holding it in his fist close to his chest. “ Thank you..”

The Admin merely offers him a short nod in return before he turns and fades into black shadow, then disappears in the blink of an eye entirely, leaving Lukas to stand alone with his gift, as well as the fluttery feelings he experiences.

Back at the BeacInn, Lukas has changed out of his adventure gear, and into some black sleep pants and a cozy woven light blue sweater he typically wears on cold nights like this. The clock on the wall reads 9 p.m. He’s been attempting to sleep for quite some time, but the amethyst shard he holds up above his head has kept his mind captivated and restless, too busy thinking of the day to sleep. He turns it over, watching the way the moonlight from the nearby window reflects against its crystal surface. It’s beautiful, he thinks again.

He drops his arm, keeping the gem held with his enclosed fist and stares up at the ceiling. This is going to be a long night…

A long night indeed…

After about thirty minutes of debating, Lukas exits the door to his room quietly, making his way to the stairwell and descending each step carefully. The BeacInn is usually quiet, with not many guests staying, but it's even more quiet in the dead of night. Lukas exits the front door, and once out on the front steps of the inn, he tucks his jacket in on himself as a chill from the cold night air makes him shiver. He takes in the peace and quiet of the completely empty streets. The street lamps have come on, preventing any monsters from spawning, thus encouraging our restless author to take his steps out into the street.

A late night walk might just be exactly what he needs to calm his mind enough to allow him to finally rest once he returns to his room. Dewey stayed back in the room, finishing up his late night snack when Lukas left. Now all the human can do is hope the ocelot is sleeping peacefully, and with a nice full belly. He had quite the adventure while Lukas was at the river with the Admin. When he found Dewey again, his ocelot had many burs sticking to his ruffled pelt.

He stuffs his cold hands into his pockets as he walks, thinking back to that strangeness his body kept experiencing while he was spending time with the Admin. It’s a very peculiar feeling, something he’s never felt before, and the weirdness of it all is beginning to make him feel so much more awkward and clumsy around the mute deity. Surely it must have something to do with the tension he feels around the Admin. Wanting nothing but positive feedback from the dark man of shadows.

Lukas thinks of him… Thinks of the tiredness in his eyes. His scars… He wonders what the rest of his—

Step step step step–

Lukas stops, hearing the sound of steps running up from behind him, he quickly turns. Only to be grabbed by the collar of his sweater and shoved up against the brick wall of a nearby building. The air escapes his lungs on impact and his fingers claw at the strong grip keeping him rooted against the bricks. His vision shakes and he coughs, blinking until his vision focuses and he sees none other than that damned Aiden on the other end of the arm keeping him pinned. Behind him are those two other hunter’s who he followed up into the Tower.

“Sup, Losekas.” Maya says with a taunting smirk.

“Haha, nice one,” the tallest of the three, Gill, chuckles.

Lukas’ eyes have widened like a terrified, cornered ocelot. “Wh-what are you–?”

“I knew it -” the green-eyed brunette spats, curling his lip in anger. “You have been going to the Admin’s territory.” Aiden growls, tightening his leather-gloved grip on the sweater and pressing inward on the author’s collarbone.

Lukas grits his teeth as a flourish of pain spreads where the hunter’s bony knuckles press inward on his flesh. “What on earth are you talking about?” He strains.

“Don’t play stupid with me!” Aiden gives him a frustrated shake, causing the blond to scrunch his face up. “All those traps out there have been destroyed! Not a single animal has been caught in them. We need those traps to keep the Admin distracted, and I’m not going to let some stupid ass nerd like you keep destroying them.”

“W-why are you assuming it’s me? I-I followed Petra’s wishes– I haven’t–”

“Shut up!” His aggressor snarls. “You listen here, Lukas.” Aiden’s eyes narrow, piercing Lukas with a sharp, furious glare. “Everything was going perfectly until you showed up. Those traps haven’t been tampered with in years! I didn’t make it this far in the ranks just to have my plans foiled by some sniveling author who doesn’t know how to keep his big nose out of other people's business.” Aiden releases Lukas, causing the taller male to fall back onto his feet with a gasp. But Aiden doesn’t stop there.

Suddenly, a sharp blade is being pointed up, its deadly tip staring Lukas straight in the eyes. “You listen to me, Lukas. If I so much as see you out there, I’ll do away with you myself. You know why?” The blond opens his lips to respond but Aiden shakes his head, a dark, ill-fated laugh falling out of him. “Because I know what you are. You’re a spy. The Admin’s little rat doing the dirty work for him since he’s too much of a bitch to come out of those damned trees and face us himself.”

“Hah– yeah, and once he does, we have something that’ll re-”

Aiden drops the knife and turns, lashing out on Gill. “Shut the fuck up! What are you? Stupid?”

“S-sorry! Sorry. I just–”

“Just what? Spell out every plan of ours to the spy who’s here to hear just that?” Maya puts her hands on her hips, joining Aiden by his side. Aiden sneers at the tallest hunter, shaking his head and sticking his knife back into a holster at his hip.

“Whatever. We’ll talk about this later. For now we–” Aiden turns and stops, realizing now that the blond human who had been held up against the wall has since disappeared. Aiden’s fists clench and his lip curls in a tremendous growl. “Dammit!”

Lukas doesn’t stop running. The author booked it down the alleyway nearby the moment Aiden and Maya focused their attention on roasting Gill. His heart pistons out of control in his chest, his hand covering his mouth, utterly wracked with disbelief that he’d just been threatened at knife point. He runs through the alleyway until he reaches the massive wall that keeps BeaconTown protected, keeping it up until he finally makes it back to the BeacInn. He comes to a skirting halt, shaking horribly, absolutely terrified at what just happened.

No… No, I can't go back to the BeacInn yet. I need… Lukas’ guiding heart tilts his head up and over into the direction of the blasted out wall. Whether it be his anxiety, or his gut talking, he has a feeling, with this new development, that this wall will be getting patched very, very soon. Lukas doesn’t waste another second.

He knows who he needs.

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lgbtqmanga · 1 year

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mahoutenshiko · 10 months

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Between 2022’s Super Robotnik and the narrative return of Super Sonic in the mainline games; to 2023’s Super/Hyper Amy in Origins/Superstars, Super Sonic 2 and now another Super Eggman in Isekai Ogiri, I can’t help but feel that transformations are becoming a theme as of recently. To me, this is a good enough excuse to complain, to take something out of my chest. I've been thinking for a long while now: Super Sonic is a boring and lame transformation that makes me drowsy just thinking about it.

Okay, let me address a very important aspect of Super Sonic: It’s a copy of Super Saiyan, we all know that. I have no problem with it… in theory. Nothing is fully original, and with so many stories out there, yours is always going to have something that’s similar to something else that already exists. Taking inspiration is actually a really good way to avoid making your story too similar to something else, since you can consciously take inspiration from things you already know, and then put your own spin on it.

The problem with Super Sonic is that… They just didn't do that? Super forms aren’t an exact copy of Super Saiyan, don’t get me wrong, but outside of one needing magical artifacts to be activated, I can’t really think of any substantial difference between the two that doesn’t boils down to “Super Sonic is Super Saiyan, but without anything that makes Super Saiyan works”.

If I had to summarize Super Saiyan to a non-Dragon Ball fan, I’d say that this transformation represents Son Goku’s worthiness as a martial artist and the reason why he’s a better fighter than even a genius like Vegeta. This can be seen from the debut of the form, with Vegeta assuming that he, as the violent and battle-hungry Prince of the Saiyans, was the one and only Legendary Super Saiyan, only to be proven wrong when Goku’s pure heart was awakened by the rage of seeing his best friend murdered; all the way to the end of the series.

Halfway through the Cell arc, Goku and Vegeta both reach the same conclusion: They need to go beyond Super Saiyan!

Once again, this is used to prove Goku as the better fighter. While Vegeta reaches a new transformation that gives him tremendous power at the cost of a huge waste of Ki, Goku, after achieving the form himself, chooses to get used to the Super Saiyan he already has instead. The story is using the concept of transforming to highlight the differences these two characters have as martial artists.

You can say whatever you want about the increasing number of characters who can transform, but I argue that the series still works because there's usually a story that necessitates these, even if the number ends up becoming excessive in retrospect.

As for Super Sonic… well… I can’t think of anything that actually requires a transformation in this series. Thematically speaking, Super Sonic is completely useless, and has nothing working on its side other than style, the transformation simply lacks substance.

Don’t get me wrong, they have tried to do something substantial with Super Sonic before. Adventure 1’s ideas of breaking cycles of hate with positive feelings was the best attempt so far, but even that didn’t work that well in my opinion, I’d argue that Super Sonic actually makes the ending of Adventure 1 worse, raising the stakes higher for an epic battle, while also contradictory telling us “Violence is bad, don’t be violent guys!”.

Maybe I’ll make a dedicated post for other transformations, but for now, I’ll briefly mention the others while I’m here:

Hyper Sonic/Super Sonic 2: They’re essentially the same thing, and the latter wouldn’t even exist if the former was allowed to return, so I’ll just lump them together. They suck balls! Hyper worked for the story progression of Sonic 3, because it allowed the second half of the game to not feel too bland compared to the first half, but other than that, I have nothing to talk about these losers.

Werehog/Darkspine: I like these two equally, so I’ll talk about them together. They are just really interesting and have a lot of potential to explore Sonic’s character, even if the games they appeared in didn’t take full advantage of them

Excalibur Sonic: Okay, this one is actually good. Caliburn becoming Excalibur is a natural conclusion for Sonic’s demonstrations of character throughout the game, with him being the real King Arthur and stuff, it’s also a smart reference to how the name “Excalibur” is actually a corrupted spelling of “Caliburn”. It all fits pretty nicely

Oh, also, I actually like Super Eggman from the Ogiri because of how ridiculous the idea is, but I do think it says a lot that one of the best uses of Super in the entire series is a parody of it

#sonic the hedgehog #super sonic #dragon ball #super saiyan #opinion

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thehumaninteractivists · 2 years

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Time Loop: Archived Incident #1

It’s the eighteenth year of this sun’s rotation as I report this. To be more exact, within the timespan I have existed within, it would be encroaching upon the nineteenth. Of course, to every other, the year has just begun. This would be my nine hundredth attempt to document my existence within this current timeline, or to be more exact, timeloop.

One of, perhaps, the most amusing thing, is just how much time loop media their appears to be within the Archives. Movies after movies, books after books, short story after short story, and yet none of them detail the exact horror that comes with existing in the same day, over and over.

Human Free Will, or the idea of it, is a joke. In most popular media, there’s a surprising amount of deviation dependent upon what you say to a certain individual at any given moment, and yet side characters and designated to repeat the same actions. Yet, within my circumstance, you can say something different to a person, and even still, it’s like their stuck on a course, a specific set-track, incapable of taking themselves off of the train that their inevitable conclusions will lead them towards. Larger actions, such as shooting someone in the head, does indeed seem to change this; as you would expect, but certain actions outside of Extreme Violent Force, utterly fail to change the pattern.

I have come to call this system ‘The Railroad effect’, upon which an individual is so set upon what they have planned, or what they’re going to do, that they utterly fail to see the reality around them. It still influences them, in such minute ways that I imagine they hardly notice it, but otherwise they stick to the exact same route, without any purpose or imaginable design. It’s horrifying.

None of this matters; what I have said so far is of entire unimportance, but if this works, I need this to be known. I have begun to postulate, that the only imaginable way to break the loop, is to kill myself. Within each timeline there is only one constant; I don’t die. Everything else might, but I survive. I drift into space, falling asleep at the last moment, choked from the shuttle as our oxygen tanks explode. But I do not reach the extent of death.

Perhaps my life leads to something horrible, perhaps I simply do not matter, and am merely stuck within an impossible circumstance. Yet, it is my hope that through this action, I might finally break free of this cycle.

If you are reading this, anywhere at all, within this universe, or one of its thousands of variants; that means I have won, I have beaten the odds, and through death, flown beyond this cruel machine.

I wish, honestly, that any of this amounted to something. Perhaps if it did, there’d be research, stable time loops upon the human body, to preserve those close to death in a coma, so that they might be healed in some future time. Unfortunately, this time loop was not implemented by my own design, nor was an experiment that went wrong. I am trapped within some cruel fate, designed by machinations unknown to me.

There isn’t much more to it; I’ve been stalling, and I know this. I have my weapon of choice ready, sitting beside me. Please, if you find this, tell them that it was necessary, that there was no other way.

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natewriteslol · 3 years

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May I request a reaction(?)/headcanon?

(twst boiz }:‑))

Rook, Sebek, Idia, Jack and Azul reacting to a secretly ripped reader.

Explanation!: Reader wears a lot if oversized stuff, lazy af, tends to skip PE classes and etc. You know acting like they're weak and stuff while in reality they're just lazy. For some reason Vargas saw the potential and the true power in reader, so he decided to add them to the team of [insert a really brutal sport or smt]. Everyone r like: "Y?? They weak!" When it's Readers time to enter the game, they take their hoodie off and omG those muscles. I swear someone fainted right on spot. And someone went 🧎🤰 After Absolutely destroying opponents team, they're just like "ok, I did the thing! Now I want my super duper rare chips".

A/N: This is such a creative premise, thank you for sending it!!

MC goes by they/them pronouns :)

Warnings: none except that MC takes off their shirt

Honestly Y/N was known to be one of the most laziest people on campus, so lazy that it even rivaled Leona! Which there has to be some form of intervention for them because it’s just getting out of hand. And while it benefitted in certain situations, such as annoying Grim to actually start moving his lazy ass around the house, or bullies leaving them alone since Y/N couldn’t bother to muster a reaction.

However they continued to skip P.E classes, and just all around not doing anything. So it came to a surprise that when they were called to Vargas’ office.

“Wait. Y/N where are you going?” Ace questioned, as their friend went with their backpack toward the door.

“I got an interview with Vargas for something. Watch Grim for me please, later” they replied relaxed. And while both Deuce and Ace questioned what their friend was going to be interviewed for, the pair just looked at each other, shrugged and went back to their schoolwork.

Once Y/N got to Vargas’ office, they sat on the chair on the other side of his desk. The student gazed at the sports paraphernalia on the walls, before Vargas started talking.

“Well Y/N, I bet you’re wondering why I called to talk to you?” He asked.

“Yup” the student said, keeping their answers short and concise.

“You tend to skip my classes a great amount, and while both you and Grim are enrolled as one student your lack of participation is dropping your grade,” Vargas said while standing up.

Y/N started to feel bad, sure they didn’t really care to participate but they didn’t want to inconvenience Grim.

“But, I will promise you one thing, I can feel the potential in you Y/N!” the man said excitedly, slightly spooking you. “As a man who is incredible person overflowing with talent,” Vargas started,

‘Wowee, pretty narcissistic’ you thought, but then you started to pay attention again.

“I can see greatness within others, it’s almost like my 6th sense. And I can feel it within you. Now all I ask of you Y/N, is that you participate in the Great Dodging Tournament try outs. And I will raise your grade” The older man offered, Vargas really believed in you.

And that really put a smile on your face, “You know what, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks kiddo!” the man boomed with a great smile on his face while ruffling your head.

I mean, if he’s this excited you can try for him.

It was tryouts, Deuce and Ace were a little apprehensive for Y/N to be participating. I mean the Great Dodging Tournament involves one person dodging great magical attacks from the opposite team, in order to get at least one of the balls from the other team. And while you didn’t technically need magical powers to compete, it certainly did help.

“Y/N L/N, you’re up!” It was their turn. Whispers broke out, everyone didn’t understand why they were even allowed to participate.

“Have you even seen them run?” Someone whispered.

The heat was rising despite it being the afternoon, “Damn, I’m getting hot” Y/N says and they start to strip, taking off their oversized shirt.

What came to a great surprise was their physique, incredibly ripped abs. Strong shoulders, back and arms now exposed to everyone.

They did absolutely fantastic for their tryouts, moving across the field with great speed, dodging every single attack and they were able to take 2 out of the 7 balls from the other team. Y/N was excellent, and absolute essential to the Great Dodging Tournament team. Every person was in great shock, they didn’t even break a sweat.

“Alrightie! Now where’s my snacks?” They said, sitting down on the bench.

Rook:

-Oh mon cherie, what have you been hiding from him? ~

-Rook had alot of information on almost everyone at the school, so this definitely came to a shock to him

-A strong advocate for keeping them shirtless all the time

-I mean Y/N lays around all the time, they might as well look good while doing it

-It's just him and Sebek arguing (well it's Sebek who is actually arguing) about what Y/N should do once they come back: Shirt or no shirt?

-He’s very impressed with their strengt and willpower to get that physique

-Very mischievously looks down at Y/N while they complete their audition

-Rook I love you but what are you planning-

Sebek:

-He goes bright red, and starts yelling at Y/N to put a shirt on

-”I-it’s inappropriate for you to be walking around like this! Do you humans not have any shame?!”

-”D-don’t come closer! I don’t want a hug from you!”

-W-what? How could he miss that this mere human held this much power?

-He was incredibly observant (or so he claimed)

-Sebek didn’t know weak, puny humans could possess that type of strength

-If Y/N as a non-magic user were able to obtain this level of power, you were a threat

-Definitely not intimidated by them (he lowkey is intimidated by them)

-While he’s still incredibly opposed to Y/N’s lazy behaviors, he has a newfound respect for them

-Later on he thinks about it more and is marching to their dorm inorder to force them into doing more powerful stuff

-”YOU COULD HAVE GREAT LEVELS OF POWER, JUST WORK YOU LAZY HUMAN!”

-” Naw man, but since you’re up can you get the tv remote? It’s pretty far.”

Idia:

-Of course this happens the one time he goes outside in person!

-Erupts into flames and has a bright ass blush

-Has Ortho calm down his flames with his built in fans

-Idia literally hides inside his hoodie so that no one could notice him

-But I mean it’s kinda hard since at this point he’s looks like a campfire but go off-

-He literally can’t look Y/N in the eyes omg

-Idia tries to talk to them but he just ends up spluttering

-He thought that Y/N had put their shirt back on so he takes his head out of his hoodie and NOPE they still have it off and the cycle of embarrassment repeats

-Idia manages to compliment Y/N, comparing them to a powerful anime character from a show he watched

-The man cannot look at Y/N the same anymore now that he knows what’s under all that baggy clothing

Jack:

-Jack definitely did not see this coming

-Can admit that he is a little flustered (Alot of people teased him since his tail started to wag at the sight of Y/N’s body

-He couldn’t imagine the Y/N he knows doing all of this activity, let alone dodging such powerful magic attacks with this much skill

-They’re a perfect candidate for the team and Jack grows really passionate about you wanting to pursue sports

-Has alot more respect for you

-He will drag Y/N to do a bunch of brutally, active shit with him since the whole “I’m too weak” jig is up

-”Jack pls no”

-”But when you were soaring through the air during Dodging tryouts I heard no complaints. Get your ass up, Y/N”

-While their P.E grade is saved, at what cost?

Azul:

-Azul thought that it was going to be a fun little attempt on Y/N’s part

-Were they joking? I mean he’s never seen them move a muscle for extracurricular activities like sports. Honestly-

-And oh dear oh it’s them shirtless

-Azul is so caught off guard

-He turns away so that Floyd and Jade don’t see his face, but those sneak boys know what’s going on

-”Boss you’re so red!”

-”Ooooh, are you flustered by shrimpy taking off their shirt~”!

-So that’s what you’ve been hiding under your clothing!

-He’s very impressed by your strength, Azul is wondering why you decided to hide it?

-Are you involved in shady business too? Hence why you’re laying low? (Sounds like projection but okay Azul-)

-He’s also thinking about getting you to sign some form of deal so that they can take advantage of your strength (Sorry Y/N)

#twisted wonderland fanfictions #twisted wonderland drabbles #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #jack howl #jack x reader #jack howl x reader #rook #rook hunt #rook x reader #rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

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jennamacaroni · 2 years

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prompt list, angst #9: “You’re safe here, I got you.”

(lol this is most def not angst sry) this idea came from an off-the-cuff sentence on gchat from @mmbopjen today when we were saying we need more scenes of ava, deb, and dj together. also happy birthday to @amatterofcomplication !!!! and body autonomy for all!

Deborah’s phone starts ringing in the middle of the night, the screen the only light in the pitch darkness. Ava groans, attempting to roll over towards the disruption, but one or maybe both of the dogs are sandwiched between her and Deborah in the bed. Ava reaches blindly over the warm fluffy body still snoring into her shoulder blade and pokes at whatever part of Deborah she can reach.

“What?” Deborah asks, voice sleep-scratched.

“Are you not hearing your phone ringing? I thought I taught you how to use ‘Do Not Disturb’!”

Deborah mumbles something incoherent, then slips her head completely under her pillow to dampen the sound.

“D! The phone!” Ava whines, managing to turn completely around and propping up on one elbow. Barry voices his displeasure as he’s finally woken up, rolls on his back and stretches out, exposing his belly and peering at Ava expectantly. “Not time for belly rubs, buddy,” she says, squinting at the phone, but it’s too far away to read.

The ringing stops when it finally hits voicemail, but starts up again immediately, this time lighting up Ava’s phone and playing the Rocky theme.

“Aidan?” It takes a second to sink in why he could possibly be calling at this hour, but then Ava is scrambling for her phone. “Oh fuck! Deborah, get up!” Ava shouts, sitting all the way up against the headboard and taking the call.

“What the fuck is it?” Deborah asks, emerging from under the pillow, squinting at Ava who is bathed in the soft blue light of the iPhone screen. She’s got those under eye patches on that make her look like a sad clown.

“Aidan!” Ava shouts, pressing the screen once again, this time to put it on speaker. “Is it happening?”

“Your impending murder?” Deborah asks, still lost as to what the hell is going on. She shushes and coos at the dogs, who are suddenly restless and climbing all over her, licking at her face.

“The baby, you asshole!” Ava says, reaching to swat gently at Deborah’s shoulder.

“She’s coming!” Aidan says across the line, his voice brimming with pride and excitement. There’s muffled noises in the background: beeping of machines, shuffling of footsteps, and hushed voices. Then DJ is there, screaming bloody murder. “DJ is doing great so far and the nurses think she’s pretty close–”

“Babe, get the FUCK over here and hold my GOD DAMN HAND!” DJ screams, and Ava’s cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so widely. They’ve all come so far from that night in the drive through wedding chapel.

Deborah is finally sitting up too and she reaches for the remote on her nightstand, switching on the overhead lighting. There are already tears in her eyes, and Ava’s fill at the sight as they look at each other across their respective sides of the bed. Though this journey started off badly with DJ over a bowl of chicken pot pie, they’re in a totally different place these days. Deborah’s been low-key buzzing over the idea of a grandchild ever since DJ told her the good news: that their last-ditch IVF cycle actually worked, and now the time is finally here. That miracle baby is about to meet the world, and Deborah and Ava better get moving if they want to be there for it.

Deborah breaks every speed limit on their way across town and skids so hard in the hospital drop-off that she leaves tire marks on the pavement. Ava promises not to scratch the car when she parks it as she offers Deborah a hand and pulls her out of the driver’s seat, slipping into the warm leather Deborah’s left behind.

Fourth floor. Deborah texts, as Ava finds an empty spot in the garage and throws the Rolls into park. Right out of the elevator and down the hall, the waiting room is on the right. A few seconds later, another message comes through that makes Ava warm all over: Got you a coffee. It’s horrible, as expected. No oat milk.

It’s another hour in the waiting room, Ava scrolling mindlessly through various apps on her phone while Deborah reads the latest edition of the New Yorker, then starts on that day’s New York Times, cover to cover as per usual.

“You should save that,” Ava says, nodding to the paper after Deborah finishes and puts the sections back together in order. “It’s a big day.”

Deborah smiles, soft and sweet, and tucks it away into her purse.

And then Aidan is there, clad in a pair of cerulean scrubs, hair and beard nets, and sterile booties stretched tight over his sneakers. He’s wearing one of those disposable surgical masks, but Ava can tell he’s smiling, ear-to-ear.

She beats Deborah to her feet and before she knows it, her own are off the ground as Aidan spins her two full rotations.

“She’s perfect,” he says, lowering Ava back to the ground, his hands moving to grip both of her shoulders. He squeezes hard enough that Ava knows there will be bruises tomorrow in the shapes of his finger tips.

“Congratulations, Dad,” Deborah says, reaching to hug him first for once. She even lets it go on longer than usual, Aidan crying tears of joy into Deborah’s neck.

Ava feels the love she has for this family radiate down to her very bones.

“You guys ready to meet her?” Aidan asks, finally pulling back from Deborah’s arms and swiping at his watery eyes. Deborah nods, breathing deep to collect herself before reaching for Ava’s hand and lacing their fingers together.

They follow Aidan to a large private room that’s basically bigger than Ava’s LA condo, because of course, and there is DJ, propped up in the bed and staring down at a swaddled bundle of blankets in her arms. She looks exhausted but exhilarated, hair sweaty and plastered to her face, and she only just barely tears her eyes away from the baby when they all enter.

“Mom and baby are perfect,” the nurse says, meeting them at the door and squirting all their hands with sanitizer before she leaves the room.

“She was a fucking rockstar,” Aidan gushes, stepping to DJ’s side and pressing a kiss to her hairline. Ava follows as Deborah approaches the other side of the bed. Deborah kisses her own fingertips, then presses them to DJ’s temple.

“Congratulations, honey,” Deborah says, peering down at the tiny pink and scrunchy sleeping face peeking out of the blankets. “She’s beautiful. Just like her mom.”

“And her Granny,” Aidan adds, winking at Deborah.

“Mmm we’ll talk about what she can call me later.” No way in hell is Deborah a ‘Granny,’ Ava thinks, that’s for damn sure. “Is that–”

“Red hair? Sure is. A full head of it, just like her dad.”

DJ presses the softest kiss to the baby’s forehead, then wordlessly offers her up to Deborah, who takes her oh so gently into the cradle of her arms, then bounces softly from foot to foot, rocking her gently.

“God, I remember you at this age,” Deborah whispers, trying in vain to hold back her tears, eyes only for the baby. “The set of lungs on you, I swear you kept even the neighbors up. They practically ran us out of the place.”

“What’s her name?” Ava asks, her arm snaking around Deborah’s waist as she leans into Deborah’s shoulder, peering down over it. Ava thinks most newborns look like wrinkled old potatoes, but this one is surprisingly cute.

“Haven’t decided yet,” says DJ, looking to Aidan and then back to her own mother.

“I’m really proud of you, DJ,” Deborah says eventually, looking over at her daughter who looks like she can’t quite believe this moment is here and really happening. Ava is stupidly proud of them both.

After a few minutes, Deborah turns to Ava. “Your turn.”

“Oh no. Me? No, I think I’m best just admiring from afar.”

“What?!” Deborah asks, beckoning her closer with a nod of her head. “Get over here, you clown. You’re part of this family.”

“What if I–”

“You’re not going to drop her, christ. Just pretend you’re holding Barry if you have to.”

“You know he hates when I hold him.”

But before Ava can step back further, Deborah is there, showing her the right way to hold her arms and passing her the warm lumpy bundle of blankets. And okay, it’s not so bad. She looks down into the tiny face, admiring the nose smaller than a button, and the teeny tiny eyelashes.

“You’re safe here,” Ava whispers, “I got you.”

Suddenly, the baby’s eyes are blinking open, dark pools of black staring back at her.

“Hi, D3. Welcome to the world. It’s mostly an end-stage capitalist hellscape that will surely be half under water from human-driven climate change by the time you’re grown–”

“Ava, please,” Deborah chides. “Save it for at least today, would you?”

“But wait until you learn how much generational wealth you’re going to inherit.”

“Ava!”

“We can talk about it later,” Ava whispers, leaning in close and pressing the softest kiss to the baby’s forehead, “but we’re all really happy you’re here.”

“D3?” Aidan asks, looking lost.

“The Mighty Ducks,” Ava answers, “only one of the best trilogies of all time. And, ya know, Deborah, Deborah Junior… just seemed right.”

Day breaks over the horizon just as the baby starts to cry, Ava taking that as her cue to pass her back to DJ. They spend the next hour together in that giant hospital room, the Vance clan all together and finally complete. Ava basks in the comfort, in this happiness, that after everything they made it here: Deborah in the shitty hospital chair by her side, reaching for her hand.

Because sometimes a family is a seventy year old woman, her twenty-six year old partner, their forty-something year old daughter, her husband, and a brand new grandbaby.

And fuck is it perfect.

#hacks #prompts with friends #ava x deborah #mmbopjen #this bitch is back and sappier than ever #yall can pry soft avadeb from my COLD DEAD HANDS

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miekasa · 3 years

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any dad!levi hcs for father’s day today🥺🤲🏽

Absolutely!! I’ll do this I guess using the kids I have for him in my parent au? If you’ve read that, you know about Holden, but there are two more so prepare to meet them :’) happy father’s day to Levi <33

To begin with, you guys would plan to have your kids (to the best of your abilities; you were intentionally trying to have kids at a time when you both knew you were ready for them.

Although accidents to do happen, and Levi would welcome an unplanned child all the same; that being said, if you’re both want a family, you would have discussed it beforehand (which is to a degree, is a lot about mental preparation for himself).

In his perfect world, he’d have two daughters. They’d be equal parts him and you, and they’d be quiet and curious and lovely and life would be good. He’d spend his days with you and his two tiny daughters, raising his little family and doing all he could for his favorite girls.

So, naturally, he does get two daughters, but also a son in between; and the latter two kids are far from easy in their own unique ways lmfao

You might have already met Holden, and she’s the oldest in my dad Levi au, and the most like him. Levi’s dark hair, his grey eyes, his overall unimpressed visage, his knack for cleanliness and organization—down to the way she holds her sippy cups, she’s damn near Levi’s doppleganger.

Holden is somewhere between 3.5-4 years old before you have your second kid, and in that time is when Levi confirms he thinks he was cut out to be a certified Girl Dad.

Both Levi and Holden take quality father-daughter time very seriously. It’s impossible to change plans once they’re set: “Daddy, you promised we would go to the famer’s market on Sunday. You pinky promised.” And Levi wouldn’t dare break a pinky promise, so he makes time for it.

Levi doesn’t play favorites with his kids, but there is something special about Holden as his first born. He’s constantly in awe of just how much she resembles him. Four years into raising her and it’s still hard to wrap his head around.

Much to his chagrin, Hange and Eren are Holden’s favorite adults. Maybe Levi understands the admiration for Hange, but Eren... come on, Holden, you’re breaking his heart at that point.

It’s almost out of character for your daughter to be so openly affectionate about someone outside of your immediate family, but she really loves having Eren as a babysitter; and you know she’s playing favorites, because she remains neutral on Armin, even though he and Eren always babysit as a duo.

She doesn’t have a favorite grandparent, but Kenny spoils her the most. Levi tells him he shouldn’t, but when has Kenny ever listened to Levi. The man isn’t a fan of kids, but he thinks yours and Levi’s are pretty cool, and Holden is about the coolest 4 year old he could ever meet.

When she was learning to walk, Levi’s favorite thing was holding her little hand and guiding her around. Even now, when she can stand perfectly fine on her own two feet, Levi loves it when she reaches for his hand; Holden is a pretty independent kid, even at 4 years old, so Levi never takes affection from her for granted.

They’re best friends and Holden goes everywhere with him. Their favorite father-daughter activity is going to the grocery store, and Levi lets Holden point to and assess her favorite fruits and veggies while she sits happily in the shopping cart.

Sometimes there are other parents struggling with a kid throwing a temper tantrum. Levi simply clicks his teeth, while Holden shakes her little head. “That’s pretty embarassing, daddy,” she says, looking at the poor parent with an unamused glare that rivals Levi’s. He nods and pushes the cart past the scene, “Tell me about it, kid.”

Your second kid is a boy, and he looks more like you than Levi, but manages to have Levi’s signature hair color and pout when things aren’t going his way.

He comes as a shock to both you and Levi, because after your ultrasound, you were told you were having another girl. Turns out, they’d accidentally mixed up your files, and you were having a boy instead, which you do not find out until your mid-term check up a few months later. Cue Levi buffering like an old computer.

Kiaan is welcomed all the same, even tho Levi is still in disbelief; he was mentally preparing to have another daughter on his hands. He puts more pressure on himself with his son; not that he wasn’t trying his best to be a parent to Holden, but any insecurities he might have about being a good come out when your son is born, because Levi has no “man of the house” example to follow from.

You reassure him that your son will turn out to be just fine, and raising him the way you raised Holden, and would have raised another daughter is perfectly acceptable. Of course Levi rises to the occasion after the initial shock; he’s determined to be the dad to his son that he never had.

Where Holden is more reserved, Kiaan likes to talk and babble about anything whenever and wherever he can, to whoever is around. It’s not uncommon for you or Levi to find your son completely entertained by telling a story out loud to himself while playing with his toys.

Loves to rope Levi into making his toys interact and have “conversations” with each other, and Kiaan genuinely thinks his dad is hilarious, even if he doesn’t completely understand what he’s saying. It always makes Levi smile to hear Kiaan try and copy the bass and tone of his voice when he’s mocking him.

Kiaan loves messing with his dad, and Levi’s all talk, so of course he lets him. He’ll be on a Zoom meeting for work, and Kiaan will be sat in his lap, running little toy cars across the desk in front of him, or tugging on Levi’s hair, and Levi just lets him. It makes quite the cute sight, and Hange has definitely taken a few screen recordings.

That being said, your son is more of a mama’s boy than anything. Kiaan loves messing with Levi, but if you’re in the room, there’s a 95% chance he’ll be on your lap or at your side shadowing whatever you’re doing.

Kiaan is a universal copycat tho, so whatever you, Levi, or Holden say or do, he tries for himself. This makes him especially susceptible to repeating Levi’s foul language and bad habits than Holden. (“Kiaan, you can’t sleep on the chair, it’s not good for your back.” “But daddy sleeps on the chairs sometimes!” “...Alright kid, you got me there.”)

He’s a very loving kid with his words, too, always thanking people and proclaiming his love, so he doesn’t exactly have a “favorite” adult or babysitter, but he does get particularly excited when Erwin or Farlan come around. He feels especially tall when Erwin lets him sit on his shoulders, and Farlan always entertains his story-telling.

He’s a sucker for his grandma though, and gives Kuchel a million kisses whenever she comes around. Does not let go over her for the entire time she’s over at your house, and will sit on her lap throughout dinner.

The most affectionate child, so where Holden only likes holding hands, Kiaan loves cuddling with you and Levi, and likes to be held whenever possible. Levi spoils him a little too much, and more often than not, if you’re walking outside for more than two hours, Kiaan will end up on Levi’s shoulders or in your arms.

Your last kid is another girl, and, yeah she’s just a baby no older than a few months, but Levi can’t help but think she’s especially tiny, and he can’t help but to look at her and hold her whenever possible. Your baby girl also leaves Levi a little dumbstruck because she manages to look like a combination of you and his mother.

As she grows, it becomes apparent that you’ve got another daddy’s girl on your hands. Doesn’t matter if you’re literally breast feeding her, Aria will throw a tantrum if she’s separated from Levi for more than an hour.

The good news is, her sleep cycle is as irregular as Levi’s, so he’s got someone to keep him company when everyone else has gone to bed for the evening. Unfortunately, this also means Aria naps a lot during the day, which leaves Levi a little bored since Holden is old enough to be in school full-time, and Kiaan is gone for at least a portion of the day.

So, he would never tell you, but sometimes he wakes Aria up from her naps just a little bit early to spend more time with her (and cure his boredom). Having an infant trying to grab at his hair with her ravioli sized baby fists while he tries to cook lunch certainly makes the task more difficult, but it also adds welcomed color to his day.

You and Levi have to hold Aria constantly when she’s awake or else she’ll cry (although, if you leave her in the arms of her siblings, she does settle down, too); that, or she’ll find her tiny baby hands somewhere they shouldn’t be. Like dipped in a jar of strawberry jam. Or peanut butter. Or both.

Levi talks to his kids like he would any other adult, so it’s not uncommon to find him brewing tea with a baby strapped to his chest, narrating the steps to good tea-making out loud to her for her to hear. He swears she can understand him, and he attributes Holden and Kiaan’s growing vocabularies, and the early ages at which they started speaking to this.

Aria will be in her little chest strap thing while Levi’s cooking dinner, and he’ll look down at her like, “Alright, we’re gonna julienne your carrots today. Yesterday we cubed them, but you’ve got grabby hands, so this will give you more room to work with.”

Kiaan loves holding Aria and honestly just being around her, and you and Levi think it’s adorable how he loves to play with her, and how he knows to be gentle with her. He shares a room with her, and loves sharing his bedtime story times, so you or Levi will read them to sleep together.

Holden isn’t crazy about babies, but she’s a good older sister, and Aria seems to be obsessed with her. She crawls and scoots towards her if given the opportunity, and Holden will always look to you or Levi before attempting to hold or lift her up, as if asking permission. She’ll pat Aria’s head to get her to stop crying, or let her play with her hands.

Levi thinks one of the best parts about being a dad is seeing the different dynamics and relationships between your kids. Holden isn’t most physically or verbally affectionate, but she’s still compassionate, and Kiaan looks up to her; and Kiaan is the perfect middle ground, knowing when it’s appropriate to bother (affectionate) Holden, and when to give her space, and curiously hovers around his baby sister, too.

#anonymous #dad levi dad levi dad levi dad levi!!!!!!!!#levi x reader #levi fluff #aot x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi smut #aot imagines

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dodo-begone · 4 years

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Crotch Goblins

Pairing: Purpled x Reader, Ranboo x Reader, Tommy x Reader, Tubbo x Reader

Request: wait would it be cringe if i like. requested your take on the yandere kids

Word Count: 1.6K

Warning: yandere, fighting mentioned, stalking, fear of abandonment, anxiety, stealing, kidnapping, the egg

A/N: This is all platonic! Nothing romantic.

Ranboo

This poor child lives in constant fear of forgetting you. His memory issues are a big problem and it affects everybody he loves. And his anxiety definitely doesn’t help his situation; it only feeds his paranoia of losing you.

To prevent losing any precious memories of you, he’ll write down so much about you. He’d probably have books on books just dedicated to things about you he wants to remember. Another way to always remember you is to never be away from you! It’s much harder to forget somebody if you’re constantly around them!

If you allow it, he’ll fucking cling to you. He loves the attention and reassurance you give him. Aw yeah he's a poor memory boy and constantly scared of Dream and enderwalking. Please stay by him??? Pretty please??

He’ll occasionally come over to your house in search of your company. Though he won’t tell you that directly. It’ll be under the pretense that he’s very scared of something happening and wanted to stay with you for some comfort. Not all of that’s a lie though. He always goes to you when he’s anxious; you’re his safe place. You make everything right and good again. You found it rather endearing that he trusted and liked you so much. Baked treats would always be on standby for his visits.

He’ll slowly start to stay at your house for longer and come back quicker. Soon he’s practically living with you. You’re not bothered by it at first, and you don’t think about it after a while. The domesticity of the situation just feels right. Why would you disrupt something like this?? And he deserves some of this. After all, the dsmp isn’t a nice place, and especially not to Ranboo. Why don’t you just let him have this?

Tommy

Tommy lives in constant fear of you abandoning him. Or worse, having someone take you from him. He’s lost so many loved ones already, and he doesn’t know how many more he can live through. You’re one of his most prized possessions, besides Tubbo and the Disks. Above Tubbo, but a close contender with the disks.

He’s gonna be clingy af. And he’ll do anything you want him to. By that, he really means anything he thinks you’d want him to do or something that’s “necessary”. Overall it’s just bad stuff. Be prepared for some warfare to happen just for you.

No thought, only fighting. Fights will break out over the silliest things. Like he wants attention from you? Fight! Someone getting too close?? Begone thot!! This is his friend! Not theirs! Back off.

After every fight, you’ll bandage his wounds while lecturing him. Not a single thing you say will be properly heard by Tommy. Your words would slur together in his ears, turning themselves into a beautiful song. Did you know your voice sounds really good? Oh yeah, you make the pain go away so quickly too. Your medical skills are just so fucking good, can’t you see?

There will be no question that he’d steal for you; he’d do it without question or request. If he finds anything that you might like or need? Yoinked as soon as the old owner isn’t looking. Finders keepers, after all. The smp is a dog-eat-dog world. And you deserve the fucking best shit man. If you find out it’s stolen, you’d return it in a heartbeat with so many apologies. You somehow found it somewhere and you didn’t know it was theirs. Wow you must like Tommy if you’re covering for him like that!

You’d be dragged around by Tommy on some days. All a grand tour to show you his creations, and he begrudgingly shows you some of the builds by the others. He feels somewhat inadequate when he eventually shows you his stuff. Like his multiple cobblestone towers. But you’re giving such nice compliments for each one. And they’re all so unique too. No two compliments are the same. He is a really good builder, huh?

Tubbo

He’s going to be protective of you. Not overbearingly so, but definitely is watching out for your safety a ton. With him having watched the lives of those he loves fall apart around them, he doesn’t want the same fate to fall upon you. He can’t go through that cycle again, and especially so soon. You’re so nice too. You definitely don’t deserve that fate.

Micheal took a liking to you really quickly. If Micheal likes you, that means that you’re a part of the family. He doesn’t care what you have to say, it’s just facts. You have a problem with it? Try bringing that up to Micheal. Want to tell him that you aren’t a part of the family? Exactly. So that means that you are a member.

Oh and you help him so much, which he’s thankful for. And it’s not just to a specific type of task either. You help with everything. Building, cooking, caring for Micheal, the whole biz. With you doing so much and putting so much effort into everything, that must mean that you love him like he loves you, right? Nobody does this much for somebody else without loving them. So the obvious answer is that you love him back!

Will do anything in his power to convince you to move in with him, Ranboo and Micheal. Like really hard. He pulled all of the charms and stops. And there’s a very slim chance that you didn’t move in. Though you would eventually. There isn’t a chance in hell that you wouldn’t be living in that house by some point. You’d be moving in with or without your consent. Maybe one day you just woke up in the mansion. Oh hey why do you look so confused? You agreed to move in already silly, don’t you remember?

There’s no and, if, or buts about it; he’d get Ranboo in on it also if he wasn’t already. They’re platonically married after all. And the three of you are all friends. So it’s obvious that Ranboo would be in on it as well. If he isn’t, then he’d turn a blind eye to Tubbo’s behavior. Huh, yeah he didn’t notice that at all. Nope, nothing odd happening here.

Would absolutely get you to help him on every little task that he could. Especially with building and taking care of little Micheal. The builds would be little cottage core stuff. Such sweet and quaint things. Not too much or too hard, but very pleasing to the eyes and the feeling of accomplishment the two of you got at the end of the project felt incredible. Children can be such a handful too, so any help for Micheal will be much appreciated. Plus it’s so much fun to play with children, especially children in Micheal’s age group. The more time you spend with them, the less time you have to spend with anyone else. Which leads to a smaller chance of being taken from them.

Purpled

This man? Oh he’s so fucking happy that you and him don’t have many relations outside of each other. It’s so much easier for you two. Since you two are so close, it’s easy to coerce you into living with him. Yeah it may be far from the rest of the smp, but that’s okay. It’s not like you had any friends there. It’s easier to stay safer so far away from everything. And you know what’s even better? Nobody would even notice y’all disappear!

Before y’all moved away, he always conveniently showed up at random times. It was always during times when you were alone or felt alone. Really helped you there; made you feel loved that somebody noticed and was there for you. Though it was odd how often he appeared at just the right moment. You wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth though.

He always knows what to get you. What your favorite flowers are, what food you like, what your favorite color is, your favorite gift items. He even knows your dislikes. Even the ones you don’t tell him. You know, anything a good friend would know.

If somebody even remotely offends/scares/harms you, they’re in fucking trouble. That? Yeah, that’s a valid reason to start a fight. He’ll beat them within an inch of their life and threaten to do it again if they even thought of hurting you like that. >:( Definitely got them to stop talking to you.

Since he’s working for the egg, he feels like the egg could maybe protect you?? Yeah he’s not completely under its control and he sees how crazy the other members of the eggpire are, but it can’t be that bad. The others are just praising it, talking about how it could make all of his deepest desires a reality. Not many people like going to the egg, and they wouldn’t be looking for prisoners there. So it should be safe for you. Well, safer than the outside world. And his deepest desire is your safety and love, so that should be easy to gain if he brought you to the egg, right?

There is no question: he’d kidnap you to bring you to the egg. Though it’ll be after a while of trying to persuade you to come with him for that. You heard so many horrible things about the egg, so it’d be better if you didn’t get involved with that. So if his attempts to get you to the egg fail, then some forceful measures will be used. It was for your best interest after all.

#c: purpled #c: tommy #c: tubbo #c: ranboo #tw: yandere #dodo writing #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #purpled x reader #ranboo x reader #tommy x reader #tubbo x reader #yandere #tw: fighting #tw: stalking #tw: anxiety #tw: stealing #tw: kidnapping

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☼ Pairing: Jimin x reader

☼ Genre: tentacle monster!Jimin, some fluff, smut, mostly just pwp

☼ Count: 9k

☼ Warnings: 18+, public sex (no ones around but they’re on the beach), tentacles (kind of a given), big dick jimin, manhandling, lots of cum, some cumplay, creampie, cum inflation/belly bulge (not a whole lot, just a small bump) unprotected sex, restraints, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tit fucking, thigh fucking, oral (m recieving), deep throating, anal, double penatration, minor nipple play, praise kink, mating cycles, slight impreg kink

☼ Summary: The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except... you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here.

☼ a/n: This was written for Sol’s (jamaisjoons) collab event ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ and my prompt was ‘watching fireworks.’ Uhhh this idea was originally very different and then I started thinking about tentacles and now here we are 🥴🥴🥴 Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

☼ Banner made by the absolutely amazing @jamaisjoons (who did such wonderful work on it and I hope the fic lives up to the beautiful banner she made me 💕💕💕)

You let out a small contented sigh as you slip your feet into the water. This is your favorite place in all of Busan, this hidden little jutty of rock just off one of the smaller, less popular beaches, more popular among locals only. You’ve spent more time than you can count out here hanging out with your friends, passing the time and using the salty sea breeze to help combat the heat of summer. You’ve been out here plenty on your own too, just like how you’re out here alone right now.

The sun’s dipping below the horizon, the sky slowly turning an inky black. The perfect backdrop to what’s going to happen soon and the main reason you’re out here at all to begin with rather than at home. The summer festival is happening and once the sun disappears, the sky will be decorated with fireworks, and you and your friends discovered years ago that this is the best spot to watch them, unobstructed and no one around to fight for seats.

You kick your feet idly in the water, enjoying the warmth of it as you lean back on your hands as you watch the last few rays of light slip away. You wished your friends could’ve made it though. But Namjoon was stuck in the city for work and Taehyung was out with his girlfriend at the festival. A brief feeling of sadness overcomes you because you had been planning to go with Taehyung and his girlfriend and your own boyfriend as a double date. Until he dumped you a week ago over text because he’d moved to the otherside of the country and apparently was nothing like the man you met since he didn’t even have the balls to break up in person.

You suspect that there was a lot more than his flimsy excuse of it’s just not working and long distance is hard. It most likely has something to do with the new girl that you’ve been told about that has shown up on his socials.

For what it’s worth, Taehyung and Namjoon both offered you company but you waved them off. Namjoon’s job opportunity is much more important and as much as you love Taehyung and his girlfriend, you didn’t particularly feel like being third wheel to their (normally adorable and heart warming) love.

You think this is better anyway. It’s peaceful out here. The smell of salt being carried by the breeze brings a myriad of memories that all bring a smile to your face and it’s easy to forget about the hard things in this moment. It’s healing to be out here. As much as it sucked that you got dumped, you can’t be too upset. You saw the cracks forming the more he opened his mouth and talked, if he hadn’t done it, you likely would have been doing it soon anyway. You let your head fall back, letting your eyes slip closed as you simply enjoyed this. You should tell the others that you all need to make another trip out here soon.

Plus you’d come much earlier when the sun was still high and swam some. Using the ebb and flow of the ocean to erode your worries and stress. Then you’d sprawled out on your beach towel on your rocky perch and let the sunset dry your skin before you slipped back into your shorts and tank top and allowed the peacefulness to swallow you.

You startle slightly when there’s a loud, echoing boom and color flashes across the sky. You’d been lulled into such calmness and had almost forgotten why you were out here to begin with. You watch the sky passively, watching the occasional flash of color and shapes as the firework people warm themselves and the crowds up. You know the real show won’t start for at least another 45 minutes, knowing the tell by the fact that there’s still the faintest of traces of blue on the horizon.

Your feet continue their idle movements in the water, until something slick brushes the bottom of your foot and you scream on instinct, quickly jerking your foot free from the water. You back up an extra foot from the edge, to the safety of the blanket that you spread across the rocks, just as an extra precaution. You’re sure that whatever touched you was probably just seaweed. Maybe a plastic bag or some other trash that someone carelessly threw into the ocean. But anything touching you in the water when the water is nothing more than an inky black expanse is enough for you to decide that’s enough soaking for the night.

Just as your heart rate is returning to normal, something slips over the edge of the rocks where you’d just been sitting. It gleams in the moonlight, silver, smooth, and shiny, as it makes a cursory probe at the edge, like it’s looking for something. It’s probably no thicker than your thumb and you deliriously wonder if octopi are even capable of coming up on dry land, let alone the reason why one might be coming up right now. Though the longer you stare at it, the more you realize that it’s far too smooth to be from an octopus, completely devoid of the telltale suckers.

You shuffle a little further away. You really don’t want to move too quickly, not if you don’t know what it even is and if it can follow you or how fast whatever it is. But your slight movement only seems to catch it’s attention and to your growing horror, it lashes out almost faster than you can see and wraps itself firmly around your ankle. You scream again, because aside from that, there’s really very little you can do out here all alone with it on you.

Any attempts to free yourself prove futile, the slender appendage is far stronger than you would’ve expected from such a jelly-like creature. It gives its own experimental tug, one that pulls you marginally closer to the water before you once again scramble backwards. It lets you and that just serves to freak you out more.

Then, a few more tentacles appear over the edge of the rock, watering dripping and spreading out around them and then there’s a… hand? You frown as a seemingly human hand, if perhaps a little ashen looking, plants itself on the rock right alongside the tentacles. The fingers flex for a moment before something, somehow even more surprising, appears. A fairly human face, or at least up to the eyes as that’s the furthest it raises, peaks up over the edge, gaze quickly zeroing in on you. Your heart stutters in your chest as your eyes meet and its pale silver eyes gleam like its tentacles. It’s hair is wet and slicked back and, though the locks are currently water logged and a few shades darker, it’s clearly also a similar shade of silver as its tentacles and eyes.

Another hand joins the first along the edge of the rocks and for a moment it doesn’t move at all. You stare at it, you know it’s definitely bigger than an octopus now. You don’t think you could take it. It’s dead silent aside from the gentle lapping of the waves and you’re terrified to move for fear of what it’s going to do to you. It gives the slightest of tugs on your ankle and when you don’t budge it finally lifts itself from the water.

You try to back away again, but it’s grip keeps you in place and you let out a startled scream when another tentacle darts out to wrap itself around your other ankle. The… monster… sits on its knees at the edge for a moment after pulling itself from the water.

It, he?, looks almost perfectly human. Skin a dimmed golden shade, frame small but packed with lean muscle… apparently well endowed in human terms. You jerk your gaze quickly away when you realize just where you're staring. Your life is on the line, now is not the time to to fucking ogle the monster and think about if he can get hard like a human and if it possibly gets bigger. You force yourself back to his face, cheekbones prominent and lips plush as he seems to be looking you over as well, though his gaze continually seems to dart behind you, brows knitting in confusion.

His eyes appear almost human except that it doesn’t seem like he has a pupil, silver swallowing the whole of the iris. It’s slightly disconcerting. His tentacles shift behind him, drawing your attention to them finally. The ones not on you shift behind him restlessly, never seeming to settle. A thin one drapes itself on his shoulder before slithering across his skin to the other side, forming a strange sort of living necklace. It’s hard to pin down an exact number with them constantly moving, but there seems to be a lot and they seem to come in primarily two sizes, thinner ones like the one draped around his throat and wrapped around your ankles and thicker ones easily the width of 3 or 4 fingers, you try very hard not to compare their girth with what you had glimpsed between his legs.

You’re trying to formulate a plan to get away when there’s another boom of a firework, bathing everything pink for a moment. And what you’re certainly not expecting is for the way the monster startles at the sound. The tentacles around your ankles tighten almost painfully and then before you can completely comprehend what’s going on, you’re being pulled closer to him. Once you're close enough, he’s leaning down over you and you squeeze your eyes shut, unsure of what’s about to happen but positive that it’s unlikely to be good.

But nothing happens and as the seconds stretch, you slowly peek an eye open. His face is almost directly above yours, but it’s not you that he’s looking at. Instead, he’s studiously scanning your surroundings, looking tense and on edge. When you glance at the way that he’s leaning over you, you realize that he seems to be almost… protecting you? Which only serves to confuse you more.

Deeming there to be no immediate threat, his gaze turns down to you and you freeze now that you're faced with him this close. He blinks down at you before his lips part and he makes a strange sort of clicking sound, but you’re more focused on the sharp teeth revealed when he makes noise. Definitely sharp enough to tear into you and eat his fill.

“Please don’t eat me,” you squeak out, hands coming up to cover your face.

There’s silence for a moment before a deep chuckle sounds from him. You peek between your fingers at him and there’s a smirk stretching his lips.

“Oh, I have met your kind before.” His voice is soft and surprisingly melodious given the higher pitch the clicking was.

You can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “My kind?”

His lips twitch and he tilts his head. “Humans. Are you not human?” He pushes himself up slightly to inspect you again. “You do not appear to be one of my kind.”

“There’s more of you?”

His gaze darts around. “A few.”

You swallow, about to speak again when another firework goes off. He startles above you and drops closer once more, body pressed firmly to yours as he glares around, trying to discover the source.

You’d laugh at his constant startling if your throat wasn’t suddenly so dry. His chest is every bit as firm as it looked and you can feel every shift and ripple as he looks around. It’s incredibly distracting. Why did the monster have to be hot? You squeeze your eyes shut again. You should not be thinking about how it’d feel to touch the monster with your hands. Or how other parts of him would feel.

He shifts off of you slightly. “It is safe for now.”

You blink your eyes open, frowning at him. “Safe? What are you talking about?”

His head tilts and he reminds you of a confused puppy. “Do you not hear the loud noises?”

A giggle slips out and that seems to perplex him further. “No, no. I do. It’s just… Have you not been around here before?”

“I have always lived here.”

“Have you… been on land before?”

His brows pinch and there’s the slightest of flushes coloring his cheeks a deep blue-gray. “I come up here every year.”

“How have you not heard them before then? They’re just fireworks.” You see the streak of a new one and point to it quickly, drawing his attention to it just before it reaches its peak and explodes in a sparkling cascade of gold. “They’re for entertainment. They’re not dangerous.” You pause. “Okay they are. But not at this distance. The only people who could possibly be in danger would be the ones firing them.”

“Fire… works?” He mumbles, sitting back on his haunches as his face remains tilted towards the sky even though the phosphorus has long since burned out. “Will there be more?”

You slowly push yourself up, cautious of what he might do but his focus remains firmly upwards. “Yeah, they’ll keep shooting some singles off for a little bit longer then they’ll start the big show.”

He says nothing else and you wonder if you can use the time to slip away before you realize that he still has two tentacles wrapped around your ankles. There goes your chance for escape. At least he doesn’t seem interested in eating you. Yet.

Another firework goes and you watch his eyes widen as he follows its trajectory up until it stops in an explosion of color and sound. But you’re far more taken watching the childlike glee on his face and the way the colors gleam on his skin and tentacles. The colors add another level to his already stunning looks, making him look far more ethereal and angelic. He grins as he watches and he looks much less like a terrifying monster. Though you worry what will happen once the fireworks stop and there’s nothing to distract him. Maybe when the real show starts he’ll be so engrossed that you can slip yourself free of the tentacles and make a quick and quiet escape.

You shake your head, looking away and up at the sky too. There’s nothing much you can do right now with their grip on you still too tight, so you might as well also watch the show. The fireworks are slowly starting to increase in frequency and he seems to squirm in excitement the closer together the pops of color come.

“Do you have a name?” You ask suddenly, looking back over at him. Maybe you can text Namjoon or Taehyung and tell them that if you disappear to look for something with that name. Probably Taehyung. He’d be more likely to believe that you’ve been taken by a monster than Namjoon. He’d probably ask if you’ve drank or smoked anything. Get too drunk camping once and claim that bigfoot tried to kidnap you and you never get believed again.

He doesn’t answer right away, doesn’t even seem to acknowledge that you spoke. But then his lips purse and he looks over at you for a moment. “Jimin.”

“Jimin?” He bobs his head and turns back to catch another firework going off. “My name’s Y/n.” You murmur, unsure if he’s even interested.

It hurts a little that he didn’t seem interested in you back, but you suppose that you don’t know whatever his monster customs are. And you really shouldn’t look too deeply into why it hurts that a monster doesn’t seem interested in you. That should be a good thing. It means you have a better chance of getting away.

There’s a long break in the fireworks and Jimin’s lips push out into an adorable pout as he turns to you with sad eyes. “Is it over?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. It’s actually just getting ready to get started. Now it’s the big show. You thought it was good before. Just wait.”

He gives a simple nod and turns back to the sky, content to wait patiently for the rest. Silence descends on you both and you feel like you should be more worried about the tentacle monster sitting in front of you. But Jimin seems harmless enough, he certainly hasn’t tried to eat you or anything and that’s certainly got to count for something. He seems far more interested in the fireworks than in you now anyway.

You’re just starting to relax when something cool and damp brushes the skin of your lower back. You freeze, back stiff as whatever it is tentatively touches the warm skin before slithering further up your shirt. You bite down on the urge to scream, you don’t want to startle Jimin again. Just because he was protective before, doesn’t mean that a scream coming from you would produce the same result. And before you can twist to see what is crawling up your shirt, the tentacles around your ankles slide a little further up your legs, ends timidly probing along your flesh as they go.

Another tentacle, one of the thicker ones, slides across your arm, wrapping once around your wrist and nestling the tip into your palm. The cool sensation is bizarrely familiar and it takes you only a moment to realize that whatever crawled up your shirt a moment ago is another tentacle. You’re about to speak when a thin tentacle trails up your arm to rest against your shoulder, gently tracing your jaw and neck.

You swallow. “Um, Jimin?” All you get is a hum in response. Does he not realize what’s going on? “Jimin? What’s happening?”

Either your words or tone finally pulls his attention to you and when he sees his tentacles wrapped around you, he flushes a pretty blue. He scoots away, working to encourage them to release you, but this time of year they always have a bit more mind of their own. He makes an irritated clicking noise when they don’t move.

The one in your hand seems to respond to his sound though you’re not sure if it’s the way he wanted it to or not but it tightens around your wrist slightly before becoming… slicker?

You look at it, a weird mix of horror and maybe a little arousal. Maybe you shouldn’t have watched so much hentai when you were younger. You look back up at Jimin, at a complete loss. “Jimin?”

Jimin looks incredibly embarrassed, burying his face in his hands and making more distressed clicking noises. Probing tentacles aside, he looks adorable all flustered like this. A few of his tentacles wrap around his wrists and shoulders, patting his skin soothingly but that only seems to make him more distressed.

The tentacle at your back has reached the tie to your bikini top beneath your shirt and is prodding at the knot with interest. You don’t know what to do to stop the distress you can practically feel coming from Jimin. The tentacle in your hand squirms slightly, drawing your attention back to it. You swallow, sneaking a quick peek at Jimin as you do the only, seemingly illogical, thing you can think of right now and you close your hand around the rowdy tentacle and squeeze.

The result is instantaneous and certainly not what you had expected. Jimin moans. So then even if he’s not in control, he can still feel through them. Interesting to know. Jimin’s mouth hangs open for a moment before his gaze is meeting yours and you suddenly feel like maybe that was the wrong thing to do.

There’s simmering fire in his eyes as he tries to speak as calmly and evenly as possibly. “I told you I come here once a year, correct?” You nod and he continues. “I come here to mate.”

You blink at him, mind completely blanking out. “M-mate?” You hate how high your voice sounds.

He nods, sending a glare at the tentacles touching you. “When I saw you here, I had assumed you were one that I have spent the mating period with before.”

“Fuck, did I ruin your hookup?”

“Hookup?”

Your body heats with embarrassment. Maybe if you ask nicely, Jimin will let you go drown. “Whoever you were supposed to meet here. Did they not show up because I was here?”

He’s quick to shake his head. “I did not have plans. But sometimes if someone is near they will stop by. If they are not, I can take care of myself.”

The image of Jimin splayed out on the rocks by himself, tentacles sliding across his skin, wrapped around his cock, drawing more of those noises from him shoots straight to your core. Your pussy clenches around nothing and your hand accidentally tightens around Jimin’s tentacle again, drawing a gasp from him.

“I apologize for not warning you sooner. The fireworks distracted me but it appears that it did not distract them.” He gestures to his tentacles. “Give me a moment and I should be able to free you so you can leave.”

His eyes slip closed and your gaze drags over him, startling slightly when you realize he’s started to grow hard too. You feel crazy that the first thing you think is how badly you want to touch.

This is such a bad idea, but before you can stop yourself or second guess, you’re speaking. “What if... you didn’t though?”

Jimin freezes, but the tentacles seem to grow more restless at your words. Another thick one stretches the distance between you both to rest against your thigh, slicking your skin wherever it touches.

“You do not know what you are saying.” He grits out.

The tentacle in your hand squirms and you give it a small squeeze, maintaining eye contact with Jimin as you do so you get to fully enjoy the shudder that ripples through him. “I um, think I have a pretty good idea what I’m saying.”

He shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. You didn’t think it would be so hard to convince a tentacle monster that you wanted him to fuck you. This was by far the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. For all you know, he could eat his partner afterwards. If you live past this encounter, no one would ever let you live it down. If they even believed you. Your gaze drops involuntarily back to his cock and you find that he's fully hard now. And it’s almost a little intimidating how big he is, longer and thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before. You don’t think your fingers would be able to wrap around the girth. But any apprehensions you think you’d feel normally are nowhere to be seen, all you feel is overwhelming want. You want to try to fit him, to feel the burn as he stretches you out. You want to taste and you want him to absolutely ruin you.

Unsure of any other way to convince him that you do want this, you switch tactics. If you can’t convince him with words, you’ll just have to show him what you want. You release the tentacle in your hand, though it keeps itself wrapped around your wrist, and move to remove your shirt. Seeming to know your plan, or maybe just through a stroke of luck, the tentacle that has been exploring your bikini top seems to have discovered how to undo the ties and as your top hits the ground beside you, your top slips to your lap.

His eyes dip to the scrap of fabric in your lap before they trace slowly back up, expression worryingly blank. You belatedly realize that this might not even be a good signal to him that you do want this. You don’t know what others of his kind look like, if any of them look anything like you. For the most part, he looks human enough, you’d think that maybe this was enough, that maybe this is at least sort of familiar to him. You feel suddenly self conscious, this was such a dumb idea. You really shouldn’t let the horny brain lead. You’re just about to cross your arms to cover yourself when the tentacle that had been on your thigh slithers up your stomach to sit between your breasts.

You glance at Jimin and his eyes seem darker, jaw clenched tight. His tentacles seem to grow more agitated behind him and the ones around your ankles tighten to tug you closer, both to your surprise and apparently also Jimin’s. He flushes, staring down at you with wide eyes as your thighs come to rest against his.

The tentacle on your chest squirms and Jimin’s gaze drops to watch. Your gaze drops too, intending to look at the tentacle currently writhing around on your chest and smearing slick there but you only make it halfway. Because Jimin is now fully hard, thick cock curving up towards his belly and the sight of it has you enraptured. He looked big when he was still soft, but now fully hard, or at least what you assume is fully hard, he looks positively massive. The skin of his cock is the same muted tan of the rest of him, the tip almost blue-gray, close to the color his cheeks turned but deeper in color, and it’s leaking more silvery looking fluid. You wonder if it’s the same thing that is leaking from his tentacles.

Jimin shudders and it takes only a moment for you to realize that the reason is because a thin tentacle has wrapped itself around the base of his cock. It makes you want to touch too. So tentatively, you reach out, gaze flicking between his cock and his face to gauge his reaction and giving him more than enough time to pull away.

He watches your fingers brush against the tip, dragging a smear of slick further down the shaft but he makes no move to stop you. He lets out a shaky exhale and, emboldened by the noise, you wrap your fingers around him. Or you at least try your best to because his girth keeps your fingers from meeting.

Jimin makes a rumbling noise and then there are two more tentacles massaging at your thighs, working their way up until they meet the edge of your shorts. They only probe along the fabric for a moment before slipping beneath and continuing their exploration towards the apex of your thighs. They trace the edge of your bikini bottoms before one of them presses against your pussy through the thin fabric.

You gasp and Jimin’s gaze is back on your face, attention wholly focused on you as his tentacles press again, but this time with a little more pressure. One happens to brush past your clit and you jolt, a moan slipping from your lips and the tentacles seem desperate to recreate that reaction as they narrow their focus to your clit.

Jimin groans again and his hands come up to cup your cheeks, his tentacles all stilling for a moment. He waits until you look up at him. “Are you sure? It will be harder to stop once we start. Are you positive you can handle it? I do not mind spending the time alone.”

It’s sweet how concerned he is about you. But now that he’s started, all you can think about is being fucked by him while his tentacles play with every inch of you. You squirm back slightly and he seems to take that as rejection, if the flash of disappointment you catch on his face is anything to go by. You quickly undo your shorts, tugging them down your legs, assisted by his tentacles once they reach your ankles.

He swallows and you watch as the tentacles from your ankles relocate to your thighs to keep you spread wide as the two that had been in your pants resume their work on your clit, now free of the hindrance of cloth. You bring your slick fingers to your mouth and keep eye contact as you lick them clean. It’s salty like the sea, but rather than the bitterness of cum, his has a hint of sweetness to it. It’s slightly addictive.

He stares at you for a moment and then he’s making another clicking noise and the tentacle that had been around your wrist unwraps itself and slips between your legs to join the other two already there, though it bypasses your clit to circle your dripping hole instead.

“Needy.” He coos, though you’re not sure if it’s directed at you or his tentacles. Maybe both.

He shuffles in close again, seemingly content to just watch his tentacles play with you. You whine, you like the feel of his tentacles, but you want him to touch with his hands and lips too. You want more. Maybe the needy was directed at you after all. He glances up at your noise, watching the way your mouth drops open as his tentacle finally wriggles it’s way into your pussy. It’s firmer than you expected from touching it, but still much more malleable than a cock would be. But it’s softer nature allows it greater freedom to explore your walls as it moves slowly in and out of you, certainly a different experience for you but you definitely can’t find it in you to hate it when it can reach all the right spots inside of you easily.

You reach out, grabbing the first part of Jimin you can grab, his arm, and tug him insistently down on top of you. He complies easily, seemingly curious as to what you want. You wonder if he’s ever kissed a partner before, if that’s something that his kind does. You hesitate and Jimin immediately notices, head tilting in curiosity.

“What is wrong?”

You’re gasping before you can formulate your question, the tentacle inside you having quickly found your g-spot and is now making sure to rub it with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Jimin’s head dips down and his nose rubs against yours.

“Are you okay? I have never been with a human and so I am unsure of what might hurt or bring pleasure. Please tell me if they are hurting you.”

He looks so sweet and it makes your heart stutter a little. You tilt your head, capturing his plush lips in a kiss. They’re warmer than you expected, giving the cooler temperature of his tentacles. It takes him a moment of inaction before he seems to catch on to how to kiss back. He makes a small noise when your tongue brushes his lips but he easily parts them for you. His sharp teeth skim your lip and it leaves you gasping into his mouth. He seems pleased with the response and he trails his lips across your jaw and down your neck.

“You did not answer my question.” He murmurs, teeth gently teasing the skin of your neck, mindful of their sharpness.

His tentacles are driving you mad, bringing you so close to your orgasm but seeming to know exactly when to slow back down to draw it out even longer. “What… question?” You gasp out.

“Are you okay?”

You’d scoff if the tentacles around your clit hadn’t started circling in tandem, winding the coil in your belly tighter. “So… so okay… Fuck, Jimin, are you sure you’ve never been with a human before?”

He pulls away from your neck enough to look down at you, a pleased smile stretching his lips. “I have not. Am I doing good?”

You nod enthusiastically, hands tangling in his hair to pull him back in for a messy kiss. He makes a pleased sort of clicking noise in the back of his throat and his tentacles speed up. And this time when your orgasm draws near his tentacles keep their speed rather than slowing again and you cum, back arching off the blanket as your pussy convulses around the tentacle. His tentacles continue their ministrations and Jimin pulls away to stare down at where his tentacle disappears inside you with wide eyed wonder.

He groans as he watches with rapt attention. “Does it do this every time?”

You squirm, oversensitivity quickly setting in as his tentacles refuse to let up. The borderline painful feeling robs you of words to tell him to slow down and give you just a moment to breath. The tentacle inside of you swells and then everything grows a little slicker as Jimin chokes on a gasp. You struggle to reach out to grasp any one of the tentacles, to just lessen the sensations ravaging your pussy just a little, but before you can even make contact, another tentacle is wrapping around both wrists and dragging them above your head.

“J-Jimin, please…”

Jimin pays you no mind, tentacles working faster under his focused gaze and it doesn't take long for you to be thrown into a second orgasm, though it feels almost like the first one never ended. You cry out, much too loud even if the beach is seemingly deserted right now. You shudder as your orgasm crests and Jimin’s tentacle seems to stiffen inside you before you feel suddenly wetter and stickier and full. The tentacle slips out of you after a few weaker thrusts and a small gush of thick liquid follows and the tentacle suddenly seems much less enthusiastic than its counterparts. Fuck, did that mean…?

“Jimin,” you whine, waiting until he finally tears his gaze away from your dripping pussy. “Do… do your tentacles cum too?”

His head tilts in confusion. “Come?” He thinks for a moment before realization seems to overcome him. “Ah. Do you mean do my tentacles also release?”

Embarrassment creeps over you. Something so clinical shouldn’t have you aching to be filled again when you just came twice and apparently already filled. You nod shyly.

“Yes. They also release. It is to give the best chance of a successful mating.”

You swallow, eyeing the tentacles behind him wearily. “Do they all have to?”

He shakes his head, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “They do not. Only the big ones release. And from those, they do not all release every mating.”

You feel equal parts relieved and disappointed, though you know that you should probably question your disappointment. But you’ve already come this far, no reason to start questioning your potentially bad decisions now.

He tilts his head. “Does it bother you? They do not need to do it near you if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You choke, unsure how to respond for a moment. This whole situation should really terrify and appall you. But you only find yourself growing hotter at the idea of being used by his tentacles and covered in their cum. You chew your lip before giving a small nod.

His eyes trace over your face before he seems to light up and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “Does the thought of that arouse you, sweet? I must admit, most of my previous partners were less than enthused about that aspect of mating.”

You groan, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in your hands in shame but Jimin’s tentacles keep your hands studiously bound above your head. Even his own kind didn’t like it. Why were you so weird? He giggles, leaning down to brush your nose with his own. His face is set with a kind smile, but his eyes still dance with mirth and lust.

“I find it very arousing that you like it so much. Tell me what you are thinking about, sweet.”

To punctuate his words, another tentacle slips between your legs, rubbing along your sticky slit. You moan and Jimin’s eyes shine with fire. “I… was thinking about you fucking me and filling me up and leaving me all messy.”

He smirks. “I can do that, sweet. Just ask.”

“Jimin, please, fuck me… Fuck, ruin me…”

Jimin’s grin turns positively feral, sharp teeth on display. And for a moment, fear ripples through you as Jimin looks truly like a monster for the first time since he’s surfaced. But then his tentacles shift around him, eager for their chance to touch. Jimin shoos the thick tentacle away from your pussy, the ones around your thighs assisting him in situating you how he wants. He runs the tips of his cock through the mess left there by his tentacle and a pleased chirp leaves him.

“You are already so full. Do you think you can take more?” He purrs.

You nod and his cock presses against your entrance. He presses just the tip in and he stretches your pussy more than the tentacle did. You gasp, breath robbed from you as the stretch borders on too much. But Jimin seems to sense it and pauses with just the tip inside, allowing you all the time to adjust to his massive cock.

Jimin’s hands skim up your thighs, the tentacles resting passively on your clit once again coming to life and the jolt of pleasure has you squirming on Jimin’s cock. His hands rest on your hips, gripping them with bruising strength to keep you from moving. You whimper at the casual display of strength, at the way that he seems to not even be trying to hold you still while his tentacles slowly circle your clit to get you to relax.

Two other tentacles slip up your body, pressing against your breasts and kneading at the flesh experimentally. The sensation is different, while the tentacles don’t have the surface area the way a hand does, they are capable of moving in ways a hand simply can’t. They grope at the flesh, exploring and testing the limits. One brushes past your nipple, causing you to gasp and suddenly both are on the pebbled buds, playing with them to draw even more noises from you. Their motions mimic the motions on your clit and pleasure sparks across your body once again.

The tentacles shift slightly, long bodies draping down the sides of your breasts and then they press the mounds inwards, forcing the flesh together around the tentacle still resting on your sternum. Jimin grunts at the sudden pressure around his tentacle and your gaze drops to watch with fascination as the tentacle starts to thrust into the tight space, silvery tip gleaming with each press through.

Your pussy clenches at the thought of it slipping a little further up and into your mouth, of tasting that salty, sweet slick from the source. A high pitched noise sounds in Jimin’s throat as his hips stutter forward at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him and you moan as he slips a little further into you, stretching you just a little more. Now though, the stretch makes you ache for more, the burn finally passed with the aid of the tentacles playing with your clit and nipples and slowly pulling your pleasure back to the surface.

You really need him to be completely inside of you and when you dig your heels into his ass to try to get him to move, he seems hesitant. His tentacles, however, seem more than thrilled at the idea and more than happy to help you in your pursuit. The ones around your thighs tighten and pull you closer, until Jimin is buried to the hilt in the clutch of your pussy. The noise is filthy, the mess from his tentacle spilling out around his cock to smear on your thighs and drip down your ass.

Jimin goes rigid when he’s fully inside you, eyes trained on where you’re joined. He seems transfixed by the sight of your cunt swallowing down every inch he has. Your whine has his head snapping up to look at your face, drinking in the way you’re moaning. The tentacle between your breasts slips a little further up, tip bumping your chin once before it’s shifting to your lips. Your tongue darts out, swiping through the salty fluid. Jimin shudders, hips flexing where they press into you and you let your mouth fall open for his tentacle to slip in.

Your tongue swirls around the tip and it squirms, pushing in further than you expect and causing you to gag. It pulls itself from your mouth with a pop and you frown at it’s loss before shifting your gaze to Jimin, who seems to be glaring at the tentacle like it did something wrong.

“Jimin?” When he looks at you, you give him an amused smile. “It’s okay. It just takes me a minute.”

His head tilts but the tentacle makes its way tentatively back to your mouth, hovering until you open again for it to slip back in. It goes a lot slower this time, keeping its thrusts shallow. You hum encouragingly, tongue pressing and massaging the underside as it moves and the tentacle slides a little deeper. You gag only slightly this time, much more prepared now, and after a few thrusts you grow used to the intrusion and it can slip just a little bit more down your throat.

Jimin watches for a moment before groaning and then he’s pulling his cock out until just the tip remains before slamming back in. You moan around his tentacle, noise muffled as it delves further down your throat. It stays there for a moment and the lack of oxygen has your head start to spin. Your hands twitch where they’re still bound above your head, but before the real need for oxygen comes and you have to try to alert Jimin that you need to breathe, the tentacle is pulling out, switching to shallow thrusts while you get a quick break to breathe. The sudden rush of oxygen has you feeling nearly euphoric and you can only hope that the tentacle does it again. When you whine around it, it pushes back into your throat and the rest of the whine is muffled by it’s girth.

Jimin’s fingers flex against your hips as he watches and feels how much of his tentacle slips into the waiting warmth of your mouth and with a moan he starts fucking into your pussy with a quick pace. Your hands grab at the tentacle binding you, needing something, anything, to ground yourself as Jimin fucks you senseless. You feel wholly overwhelmed at the way his cock fills you, the way the tentacles swirl around your clit, your nipples and breasts, at the way the one in your mouth begins to stiffen up.

The tentacles shift on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh once again before pinching at your nipples. You moan around the tentacle in your mouth and it gives a shudder before flooding your mouth and throat. You choke slightly, jerking your head slightly at the sheer volume being released into your mouth, far more than you can handle. Spit and cum drip from the corners of your mouth as you struggle to swallow and the tentacle pulls itself from your mouth before it's finished, painting the lower half of your face even more in its silvery essence. Jimin’s eyes gleam at the sight, seeming to become even more frantic with his thrusts.

“J-jimin…” You whine, voice rough from use. You’re not entirely sure what you’d finish that statement with.

“You are doing so well.” He coos and the praise has your mind going fuzzy. “You look so pretty like this.”

He reaches up, sliding a hand through the mess on your cheeks before letting his hand drag the mess back down your body, leaving a shiny trail down your throat, in the valley between your breasts and across your stomach. He slams in particularly hard and you cry out, voice echoing across the empty beach and ocean, much too loud but you no longer care.

Jimin glows golden, the light haloing him and your fucked out mind is sluggish to make sense of the sudden color change. Then you remember why you were out here to begin with and you make the connection just as the resounding boom of the firework follows just after the shower of color. The fireworks show must be finally starting because the next second Jimin is bathed in blue, then pink.

But as quick as your attention was taken by the colorful shadows splashed across Jimin’s beautiful face, it’s taken back as he shifts suddenly, hands leaving your hips to push your thighs together as he continues to fuck you. Your calves come to rest on one shoulder and Jimin uses the new position to fuck you even harder.

Something slick drags along the crease where your thighs are pressed together and a second later a tentacle is pushing into the tight space. Your skin tingles where it presses into your skin and with every thrust it makes through the tight press of your thighs, it bumps the tentacles on your clit. Jimin presses a kiss to your leg and you feel the breath leave him as his tentacle speeds up and he hisses.

The sensations are nearly overwhelming, to the point that you almost miss the new slim tentacle kneading the flesh of your ass. It delivers a pinch to the skin that leaves you gasping and you’re much more aware of it as it runs along the seam of your ass. You squirm, or at least attempt to, because between the tentacles restraining you and Jimin’s firm grip on your thighs, you’re left nearly immobile as you get fucked. The tentacle slips a little further up, gathering some slick before it’s dipping back down to prod at the tight ring of muscle of your hole.

You shudder and if you could move, you’d press down onto the tentacle, force it to fill you because you need it as much as you need Jimin’s cock in you. “Fuck, please, don’t tease…”

Jimin’s face is set in concentration and you don’t think he heard you, except a second later the tentacle breaches your ass. You moan, glad that it was a smaller one to start. It thrusts tentatively, growing bolder as your noises raise in pitch and then a second slim tentacle is joining, slipping past the tight ring of muscle to thrust in counterpoint to the first.

Jimin’s thrusts slow, his head tilting back as he pants. He looks like a sculpture, so beautiful that it aches a little. Something that people should look at and marvel over. A moan slips past his lips as the tentacles in your ass speed up a little, taking some time to also shift apart and spread you open even more.

“You… are endless…” Jimin breaths out. It sounds reverent.

The tentacles slip from you and you have no time to mourn the loss before they’re being replaced by one of the thicker tentacles. The stretch hurts a little, but with so many other things happening to your body at the same time, you’re quickly distracted from the ache. The tentacle stills anyway, allowing you time to adjust to its thick girth.

“You are so full of surprises.” He says, head dropping forward once more to let his gaze rake over your shuddering figure.

The tentacle in your ass thrusts in response to Jimin’s words and when you don’t indicate any pain, both pull out and thrust roughly back in. The tentacle between your thighs and in your ass thrust opposite Jimin, keeping you full and stimulated when Jimin pulls out.

“Please… Jimin please, fill me up, you said you would…” You feel slightly delirious with need, every thrust of his tentacle adds extra pressure to your clit and you feel so close to cumming, teetering on the edge.

Jimin gives you no verbal response, only that of him pressing your thighs together a little harder. A few more thrusts of the tentacle between your thighs has you clamping down on Jimin’s cock and the one in your ass as you cum, body shuddering as the tentacles and Jimin continue to thrust. You squeeze your eyes shut, vision nearly whiting out entirely as your orgasm slams into you. The tentacle between your thighs lasts only a handful more thrusts before its stiffening and releasing, splattering your chest, belly, and thighs in the silver cum. It gives a few weak final spurts before slipping back through your thighs as Jimin parts them once more.

His cock twitches as his gaze falls over you messy form, the normally silvery liquid lighting up in splashes of color with every new explosion that happens above you both. He’s never seen a more beautiful sight. One of his hands lands on your thigh as the other bats his tentacles away from your clit, an action that you're grateful for for only a moment because he quickly replaces them with his fingers. You arch and cry out, jerking your hands with enough force that you seem to startle the binding tentacle and it releases you. Your hands wrap around his wrist, tugging futilely at it to get him to let up.

You moan his name desperately, trying to squirm away from the sensation as his tentacles keep you held close as he continues to fuck you through your overstimulation.

“Can you do that for me one more time? You feel so good when you do that, sweet.”

You whimper. You want to say no, that it hurts a little and that you really don’t think you’re capable of another orgasm. But the pout he wears stops you and you find yourself nodding without even thinking about how you’re going to get past the too much feeling currently overwhelming your body.

Jimin gives you another feral grin, eyes roving over your figure as his fingers work quick circles around your clit. For no experience with a human, he’s an incredibly fast learner. He seems to know your body better than your ex had and the two of you had been together for almost 2 years.

The tentacles on your breasts move to collect some of the slick covering you, smearing it around your nipples as the pinch and play with them, the slick adding a new layer of feeling to the actions.

“Come on, sweet.” Jimin purrs as his cock seems to swell ever more and the tentacle in your ass starts to stiffen.

Another rough thrust and a few twists of his fingers and you’re cumming again with a cry of his name. Your pussy and ass convulses around him and Jimin lets out a series of clicks and chirps as he finally cums, flooding your pussy and ass with more silvery slick. There seems to be a never ending stream from his cock and after a few moments, pressure on your lower stomach makes you look down, groaning at the sight of your slightly distended belly.

Jimin makes a contented noise, rubbing gently over the swell. “You would look so beautiful swollen with my children.”

His cock gives another twitch and a feeble last spurt of cum and Jimin and his tentacles seem to deflate. His chin presses to his chest as he takes in slow, deep breaths. The tentacles all slowly slip from your body and you mourn the slight warmth you lose. Another few moments pass and then Jimin is gingerly pulling his cock from your abuse pussy and gazing over your whole body with almost reverence.

You feel too exhausted to do much more, but you can feel his cum dripping from you, forming a puddle beneath your ass. At least you're next to the ocean for easy clean up. If you had the energy to do that. Maybe in 5 minutes… Or an hour. You can’t even feel your legs right now. You’re pretty sure you’d just drown.

Jimin stretches out beside you, arm coming to wrap around your middle, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it lands in a mess. You blearily realize that his tentacles seem much smaller now too. His head tilts and you realize that he’s watching the fireworks again. Like he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you ruined for anyone who comes after him.

You watch in silence for a while, endeared by Jimin’s ohs and ahs as he discovers new types of fireworks, the different shapes and effects that can happen.

“Jimin.” You call softly. His nose brushes your shoulder in response. “Will… Nevermind. It’s stupid.”

Jimin pushes himself up enough so that he can look down at you, frown marring his pretty face. “What is it?”

You fidget, suddenly hating that you’re naked and still covered in him. You glance over at the water.

“Do you wish to go in, sweet?”

It’s an easy out and you don’t feel strong enough to ask the real question yet, so you give him a simple nod. He grins, scooping you up and gracefully sliding you both into the water, arm wrapped tight around your middle to keep you afloat.

Colors flash around you as you stare into Jimin’s eyes, every color reflected there as well. Before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. He lets out a surprised noise and then giggles when you pull away.

“Do you wish to go again?”

Embarrassment fills you and you shake your head. “No. Um…” You take a deep breath. You can do this. “Will I see you again?”

Jimin’s face is unreadable for a painful stretch of time, though you’re sure it’s only a few seconds before he’s grinning. “I find myself quite taken by humans. I could certainly use a guide.”

You grin back, pecking him again. “First lesson, when humans like someone and want to spend time with them and go on dates, they give them kisses.”

He hums, giving you a kiss of his own, just a little deeper than yours. “I think I quite like kisses.” Then he grins and it’s full of mischief. “I think fireworks are my favorite though.”

You snort, prodding him with a finger. “You sure it’s the fireworks you like?”

He makes a thoughtful noise before nodding. “They make you luminous, sweet.”

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haikyuuwaifu · 3 years

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Ch.5

Genre: Drama, Humor

Warnings: Swearing, Name calling, alcohol consumption

MASTERLIST

THE FIRST ENCOUNTER pt.1

-Since Omi and Y/N’s introduction, she has met Atsumu as well as Daishou and Terushima. Daishou thanked Y/N for how she stood up for Terushima, and Terushima and Atsumu adore her. A*isa hasn’t been exposed yet because they’re trying to gather all their ducks in a row. Because she’s on a probationary contract, they have to tread carefully so she doesn’t sue. Suna and Osamu are making content again, which is great; but Osamu is still flaking on seeing his parents (who are now in Tokyo) for Alisa. He’s got no idea that they’ve moved for his mother, and Atsumu hasn’t said a word because he knows his twin is still in too deep to listen.

-Makki and Mattsun have been spending relatively less time with A*isa. They’ve been working on their friendship and their content, but still see her once a week. That one day usually sets them back though so right now it’s a vicious cycle. Iwaizumi has shut himself off from his friends. A*isa has played at his insecurities well enough that she’s convinced him the others are jealous and are going to steal her away. While his boys miss him, they’re too far deep to attempt to fix anything with him right now.

-Y/N, Shirabu, and Sakusa are prepping for their first exam of the year. She’s been hitting the books but now it’s time for a much needed break. Daishou and Kiyoomi let Atsumu and Yuji get more stuff when they go shopping, but only because they can’t say no to Y/N. She uses that to her advantage to spoil Yuji and Atsumu, because they’re her soft babies and they desreve it.

-Iwaizumi doesn’t want to do any content unless A*isa is in it. He’s got a good savings, but his fans miss him. A*isa has no idea how much shit she’s in and the rest of the house can’t wait to see it. Makki and Mattsun don’t play when it comes to money, so they don’t feel sorry that she didn’t read the fine print. Kiyoko is tired of their shit, and Sakusa won’t let ANYONE slander Y/N. A*isa knows she’s in deep shit if the group is talking to Y/N so she’s trying to get her ducks in a row as well.

a/n: there are no taglists at this time. The next part of this chapter will be written.

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yanderepuck · 4 years

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Ikevamp heat cycle

Wow you’re all horny

So @lulu-the-smol-floof and I believe that purebloods have a heat cycle like animals. It happens every 4-5 years and can last from 2 weeks to a month and goddamn these bitches get horny.

But for all you horny bitches sake @shenevertricks1831 I will also write some head canons for the lessers as well.

@judgemental-seal @delicateikemenmemes @lulu-the-smol-floof @nafeary @bierunderdbeeren

First off. Let me tell you that you do NOT want to be in the Castle when Vlad is in heat. He mainly fucks Charles senseless, but sometimes you have to give that boy a break. He might be kinky as fuck but he only has so much stamina. Faust locks himself in his lab. He doesn’t want to deal with Vlad’s horny bullshit, but ends up having to anyway

BUT. The mansion is a different story. Luckily Leonardo’s and Comte’s have synced up after being with each other for so long, but for a while they weren’t. But even if they both are in head at the same time, sometimes they want something different.

Leonardo will often go to Theo since he found out he likes him back. He wondered why Leonardo was all over him all of a sudden. Comte will sometimes go to Sebastian. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he has gone to Arthur once or twice.

Getting like this also makes purebloods very territorial. Meaning Leonardo gets even more over protective of Comte. Vlad doesn’t have a chance getting around Comte when they’re like this.

Now lets act as if Lesser can also get this way. It doesn’t last nearly as long two and a half weeks on average. But poor MC

It didn’t kick in for anyone until after being a vampire for a year, even then they still weren’t at the same time. Napoleon can barely handle himself around you as it is. You’ve been wondering why he’s been a little rougher lately, trying to pull you into his bed even though you say you have things to do, because its the middle of the day.

Mozart hates feeling this way, but he knows there’s only one way to make it go away. Luckily he doesn’t have that high of a sex drive as it is, so just a little bit here and there can get him through those few weeks. But when he can’t handle it any longer you better be willing to go all night, because there’s no way he’s letting you go once he gives in.

Would Arthur really be any different? Yes actually. Instead of simply flirting he comes up behind you and starts kissing your neck, giving you little nibbles no matter where you are. The two of you could be out and he’s asking for a quickie. Which yes that’ll work for now, but don’t you think for a moment that it’s over. He’ll pull you into his bedroom and just begin stripping you.

Poor Isaac. He’s just trying to figure out a way to prevent this from happening. It sorta makes him feel ashamed. He has such a big bloodlust as it is, and now he just wants lust. He’d try to distance himself from you because he knows that once he’s close to you he won’t be able to control it. But you don’t know what’s going on, so when you go to check up on him he already has you pressed up against the wall, his lips on your neck and pressing himself against your body. There’s no way he’s going to be gentle with you, he’s already been in heat for five days and hasn’t been able to touch you.

Vincent doesn’t understand what he’s feeling at first until he spots you. That’s when he makes the connection. He thinks he’s going to hurt you, and since all he has is a couch, it’s not too easy. He probably ended up coming into your room and before you could say anything he shut the door behind him while kissing you. His hands were already under your clothes, he could barely control himself, and that’s exactly how you like to see him.

Theo thinks there’s something wrong with him when he starts feeling incredibly horny, and it will not go away. He tries to just ignore it, but half way through the second day he can’t. And when he sees you. Well. He’s ready to put you on a leash and tie you up so you can’t go anywhere. He doesn’t want to stop touching you. He gets very territorial over you, even towards Vincent. He doesn’t want you near another guy.

Jean is just screaming. He didn’t want to be a vampire and now he has to deal with this. Well it may not be all bad. Wither this is the first time or not, you’ll be able to show Jean some things. With how he’s acting you can tell and decide to help him out. You start out topping him, but that doesn’t last long. Once Jean figures out how good it feels and relieves some of the tension he’s taking over and taking you to pound town.

Will tries to be a gentleman the best he can. But on a normal day he has a hard time taking his eyes off you. But during these few weeks? He’s a little nervous for you to be in his presence. He is rough with you has it is, and even though he knows you like it that way, he’s worried about going too far. But you do come over and almost immediately you end up stripped and on his couch, kissing him with your hands bound.

Now with Dazai he tries to hide this feeling. He feels like it isn’t right to feel this horny. But it doesn’t take him long to realize what is going on. This is a normal type of horny. He goes in the thermae to relax but little did he know you were coming in too. It had been a long day and you wanted to unwind, and you saw your man in there as well. Perfect time to catch up with him. Dazai attempted to keep a bit of a distance, but you assumed he was just playing hard to get and accidentally ended up corning him. He couldn’t take it anymore and switched spots with you, putting you in the corner and kissing you, his hands went around to grab your ass, lifting you up a bit, pressing himself against your body. Not what you were expecting, but you don’t object.

Even being a man of science Faust wasn’t sure what was going on the first time. Yes he gets horny from time to time, but not like how he is now. He tried to tell you he was doing something important and to leave him alone in his lab for a while, but did you listen? No. You wanted to bring him something to eat. He’s been working hard. You didn’t plan on staying since you didn’t want to bother him, but he said he was at a breaking point. He ignored the food and lifted you up onto his table, pressing himself against you. You hadn’t known what got into him, and before you could even say anything his lips were on yours and his hand was on your heat.

Charles can be horny as it is. He’s very needy and that comes with it. But he’s felt excessively horny for the past day. He didn’t think much of it but the more he was around you the stronger it got. At one point he even bared his fangs at Vlad for getting too close to you. He hadn’t even realized he had done it. But after that interaction he wanted to make sure Vlad’s touch on you didn’t linger. His hands and lips were all over your body. You try asking what has gotten into him all of a sudden, but he take your hand and puts it to his crotch and he starts leaving marks all over your neck.

Leonardo won’t let you leave. You might as well get comfy. He can go all night as it is, but now he’s like this everyday for a month. He ends up telling you about it a few days in and you just look at him and think about how sore you’re going to be and how much you’re going to love it. Of course Leonardo would never make you if you didn’t want to. The aftercare is just as great. He’ll leave and come back with some of your favorite snacks. For the most part you stick with being in your room or his room, but that doesn’t mean nothing has happened int he library.

Comte just wants to lock you in his room and not let you near any of the others. He can’t stand to see you with someone else at this time. The great thing with Comte is that he’s also one hell of a bottom, so you get to switch it up quite frequently. For your sake you better not go around anyone else, especially Arthur. The moment Comte hears another guy talking to you, he will sweep you off your feet and take you back to his room.

Vlad might actually lock you in his room. You would have everything you need, but he might actually lock you in. The thought of Charles being near you makes his blood boil, more than it does on a normal day. He doesn’t even want Marshmallow to be getting any attention from you. He is to have you all to himself.

Masterlist

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp jean #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp comte #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp faust #ikevamp charles

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kinncman · 4 years

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A LIST OF PLOTLESS TOWN RP-FRIENDLY CHARACTER IDEAS & CONNECTIONS INSPIRED BY MOVIES! (PART 1)

click here for part two.

i collected a couple of plot ideas from some of the movies i thought had interesting stories or characters that i hope can help you with your applications / character connections. please note that a lot of these are, by no means, the actual plots of the films and are only inspired by them. i’ve taken the liberty of making a couple of edits for them to be ‘plotless town rp-friendly’. also, i would’ve separated them by category (platonic, romantic, familial, etc.) but tbh a lot of these can be taken in any way so feel free to put your own spin on them, too, or even make combinations!

trigger warnings: nothing too specific, but there are light mentions of death, road accident, infidelity, illness, injury, drug addiction.

now, without further ado:

BAY OF ANGELS // muse a met muse b on a vacation several years ago, brought together because they were both from the same home country and realized that they were traveling to run away from something. muse a came to learn that this wasn’t muse b’s first rodeo, and where this was the first time that muse a had tried to run away from their problems, muse b had been running for most of their life. muse b initially wished to emulate the same free-spirited, high-risk-high-reward principles that muse a lived by. however, muse b started to display totally erratic behavior that prompted muse a to question whether they were making the right choices. eventually, they went home. jump to present day where they meet again in their home country— muse b has toned down somewhat due to a traumatic event (a hard lesson to learn for them) meanwhile, muse a’s life remains the same cycle of events they can’t seem to break free from.

CLEO FROM 5 TO 7 // muse a suspects they are sick but refuses to go to the doctor to have it checked. most of their days are plagued with this feeling of doom enshrouding them, causing them to have a general distaste for life. they meet muse b who has profoundly positive disposition towards life. their company helps muse a to come to terms with the fact that perhaps their illness is something they should deal with. with muse b’s help, muse a starts to find meaning in death.

HAPPY OLD YEAR // muse a left town / the country for college, leaving behind all their friends and family, cutting all ties in a heartbeat, only to come back several years later a completely changed person who subscribes to the idea of minimalism and wants to get rid of all the clutter in their life, material or otherwise. this brings them to reconnect with muse b (and a variety of other muses if the mun wishes) when they find their old belongings and return them in order to be ‘minimalist’ and get rid of all the garbage in their home, which means getting rid of memories, too. however, muse b, who has now moved on from muse a and is with someone else, isn’t too pleased with having muse a back in their life. muse a is desperate to find the closure that muse b isn’t giving them, primarily because muse b knows that muse a is after starting over on a clean slate only to clear their conscience and not to make amends.

YI-YI: A ONE AND A TWO // muse a and muse b were each other’s first and greatest loves but are currently married to other people. when they are reunited through a chance encounter, they decide that it’s better to have each other in their lives as friends than not at all. they realize they still do have feelings for each other but because of their spouses, know that they can never be anything else other than friends. thus begins a journey of trying to bring their old selves back into the light as new people.

MIKEY AND NICKY // muse a and muse b are best friends since childhood. muse a is neurotic, childish, and wildly impulsive, and often has to depend on muse b to get them out of trouble only to show very little gratitude for it, much to muse b’s chagrin. in fact, muse b often finds themself thrown under the bus in muse a’s favor, though it’s not entirely muse a’s fault: muse b is an enabler. however, muse b can’t quite seem to quit muse a (either because they love the feeling of being needed and there’s no one who needs them more than muse a or maybe they’ve been in love with muse a since childhood— or both) until a certain event causes muse b to question whether they are healthy for each other at all.

IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE // muse a and muse b are neighbors, both living with their significant others. both muse a and muse b often see each other in the hallways or share an elevator up to their apartment when they come home from work. maybe they even carpool sometimes. however, they spare very little in the way of words until one day, muse a breaks down while drunk and admits that they think their partner is cheating on them. in an attempt to comfort them, muse b reveals that they think the same thing of their own partner. desperate for answers, they conduct an investigation until they realize that their partners are cheating on them with each other. muse a and muse b become each other’s support system, as they try to coach each other through an impending breakup all the while realizing that they might be developing feelings for each other and must now choose between indulging their feelings or deny themselves the hypocrisy.

TAKE THIS WALTZ // muse a meets muse b on a trip out of town and they instantly connect. they share the same flight back home and even a cab ride from the airport. however, they soon realize that muse b is muse a’s new neighbor, which makes things plenty awkward considering how a) they’ve been borderline flirty the whole time and b) muse a is married to someone who they now consider to be far less interesting in comparison to muse b. regardless, once they’ve recognized a mutual attraction with each other, muse a demands for muse b to keep their distance, only to keep running into each other everywhere, much to muse a’s chagrin.

LAST LIFE IN THE UNIVERSE // muse a is witness to a terrible road accident involving a pedestrian. muse a takes the pedestrian and their sibling, muse b to the hospital where muse b’s sibling is declared dead on arrival. despite being total strangers, muse a stays with muse b through the entire process. eventually, muse a takes muse b home but muse a refuses to let muse b leave, claiming they don’t want to be left alone in the house that they previously shared with their now deceased sibling. having money troubles of their own and on the brink of an eviction, muse a ends up staying with muse b not just for the night but for the week until they get comfortable enough with each other that muse b invites muse a to officially live with them to help with their financial problems, but mostly because they don’t know how to handle their grief alone.

THE FALL // muse a is in an outpatient physical rehabilitation facility after suffering from a near-fatal injury when they meet muse b. the pair are polar opposites in terms of their attitudes towards recovery: where muse a is more hopeful, muse b only throws pity parties for themself considering that this injury might prevent them from fully getting back to doing what they love. despite this, the two form an unlikely bond where muse b is completely enthralled with muse a, who tells them stories about their travels and their career and all the amazing things they’ve done, without realizing until they’re in too deep that they are all fabricated versions of the truth and muse b falls for every single one of them. what started as little white lies becomes a source of anxiety for muse a when the lies just get bigger and bigger.

COLUMBUS // muse a is a young, aspiring [insert career here] but to pursue this passion, they must leave their hometown, which they have constantly been refusing to do despite the numerous opportunities having been presented to them on account of the fear that no one else is going to take care of their mother (who, in the movie, is a recovering drug addict but it can be for any reason or relative in this case). muse b’s father is a well-known [insert career that muse a wants here] and is in town to hold a lecture/exhibit/performance/etc etc depending on the career, but then he suffers from a stroke. muse b, despite being estranged from their father for having been scrutinized by the man for most of their life, is forced to come to town and take care of him being their closest living relative. they meet muse a by chance, only to learn shortly after that they are a huge fan of muse b’s parent’s work. having spent their whole life in this town, muse a becomes muse b’s tour guide of sorts, while inadvertently helping each other come to terms with their relationship with their parents and how they can be kinder to themselves.

SECRET SUNSHINE // after their spouse’s passing, muse a moves from the big city to their spouse’s much, much smaller hometown so they can raise their child there. they meet all of the important figures of their spouse’s childhood including muse b, a local shopkeeper and an old friend of their spouse’s, who, despite muse a’s reluctance, helps them adjust to small town life. the pair eventually closer to each other and muse a to their spouse as they find out more about who they were before they met.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU // (originally lgbtqia+ and written about older characters with grown children, but make of this plot what u will, tbh) muse a and muse b are best friends. both married, both with grown kids. muse a’s spouse died a long time ago so they’ve had plenty of time to help muse b take care of their spouse in the couple of months leading to that spouse’s death. in the process, the pair have grown intimate (with muse b’s spouse’s knowledge— in fact, they encouraged muse a to ‘take care’ of muse b in the event of their passing and wouldn’t trust anyone else to do so) but haven’t told their families yet in fear of what they might think of them given their age and how they’re basically uncles/aunts to each other’s children.

#rpc #rph #rp help #writing help #plot ideas #inspo #*

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linkspooky · 4 years

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That’s What Makes Us Heroes and Villains

All the way back in the aftermath of the Stain Arc, Dabi and Himiko were the first new recruits introduced for the League of Villains. The three of them together, Shigaraki, Dabi, and Himiko are a trio. Effectively the three main characters of the villain side of the story. They are all three of them, traumatized children who were thrown out by society, and are now fighting back against it. They’ve been pushed out further and further until all three of them came to the same conclusion: Heroes are in the way.

Dabi: “There are no true Heroes.”

Shigaraki: “You heroes hurt your own families just to help complete strangers.”

Toga: “You heroes mess everything up.”

All three of them are children screaming the same thing at the heroes, trying to get somebody to listen only to be ignored. Shigaraki, Dabi, Himiko were all driven to become villains because of hero society. They became villains because heroes existed in the first place.

A meta on the villain trio under the cut.

1. Monsters

Shigaraki, Dabi, and Himiko are all introduced to us as monstrous villains who slowly become human over time. Their development is effectively then in reverse of the main heroes. The heroes we sympathize with right away because they’re introduced to us as innocent kids. We see the villains as violent monsters first before the curtain is pulled back and it’s revealed they started out as children all along.

When the three are introduced they have no affection for one another. Shigaraki even calls them “the two types I hate most.” There’s no trust, as the first thing the three do is try to kill each other.

We’re introduced to them at their lowest point. All three of them are in a bad place effectively. Himiko has been on the run for months, Dabi has been who knows where, and Shigaraki has had two successive failures in his attacks on both Stain and USJ.

Their cooperation in the Camp Raid arc is begrudging at best. This goes for the whole league of villains, (Spinner and Magne end up making things harder for each other, Several members get captured) they seem to be working against each other as much as they are working together.

Shigaraki, Dabi and Himiko were all effectively traumatized by the same thing, being cast out from hero society. However, in this arc they all have vastly different desires that make working together difficult. Dabi wants to fulfill Stain’s Will, Shigaraki wants to take down All Might and Hero Society at large to show how fragile it is, Himiko wants to take down Hero Society for the sake of her easier life.

They are not at this point motivated to work together at all and it shows in their cooperation.Dabi doesn’t really make any attempt to lead. Shigaraki just watches from the sidelines and sends out other people on a mission where he doesn’t really care much if they succeed or fail. Himiko doesn’t try that hard to complete her mission objective because at this point all she cares about is her own survival.

However after the defeat of All for One, the league of villains ends up all experiencing the same traumatizing loss together. They all become disenfranchised, living off of no money, and constantly having to be on the run. They lose all of their resources. However, as a reuslt their bonds with one another are strengthened and they really are working together for the first time.

Himiko isn’t just looking out for herself anymore. Not only does she not run away when things get hard, but she encourages Twice to do the same because she empathizes with his feelings.

Shigaraki goes from ordering people around in the shadows to not only meeting with his comrades face to face. He also has become the type of fighter who jumps straight into enemy fire on the front line for the sake of his comrades, using his own body as a distraction so he could work together with Compress and Dabi.

And remember, Dabi’s flames physically destroy his body every time he uses them. Yet, he respects Shigaraki’s leadership enough that he goes all out for the sake of the league when he’s asked to. If Dabi didn’t care about the league at all, he probably wouldn’t be constantly burning himself alive for their sakes.

All three humanize one another through their relationships with each other, Shigaraki values his comrades lives more than his own, Dabi cooperates with other people for the sake of his goal, Himiko’s empathic side began to show all because the three of them were for the first time surrounded by people who were just like them.

When shown empathy and understanding, Dabi, Shigaraki and Himiko all improve as people. They are not lost causes the plot has shown us the opposite, they’re capable of growing and changing. However, they are just as capable of GETTING WORSE.

2. Bad Children

Shigaraki, Himiko and Dabi all share the same origin. They were pushed to become villains because of what happened to them as children. They are the only three members of the league who have been shown as children, deliberately so, because the fact that this happened to them as children is what is so important to their narratives.

Himiko was born with a weird quirk, and that was it. She didn’t even show problematic behavior that far off of most children (most children don’t have the empathy to know that say, small animals will suffer pain if you hurt them) before her parents started to punish her. Tenko just wanted to be a hero and had a father with a grudge against heros when his punishment started. When he was in the streets begging for help the only thing he was guilty of was having a quirk that activated on accident. Touya was bred by his father for the purpose of his quirk, and because of that had to grow up in a household where his mother was constantly crying and his father either ignored him as a failed experiment, or paid attention to him which would have made his life even worse.

It’s not just a sad backstory for all three of them, it’s a case of systemic failure. Systems that should have protected them did not. The reason we’re shown this happening to them when they were children before they did anything wrong was that the narrative most heroes have is villains choose to be evil and there’s no helping it.

However, this happened to Dabi, Shigaraki and Himiko through no choice of their own. They were all helpless children when they survived these circumstances. The argument that “They could have tried to endure and become heroes” doesn’t work either, because all three of them did try to endure.

They all at one time or another made an attempt to be good children. They tried to reach their parent’s expectations for them. They tried to swallow up the abuse that was hurled on them and live with other people.

They were all children who were being abused, and told to just go on with their lives, told not to cry, told to suck it up. Instead of trying to fix or even address the circumstances of their abuse all of their pain was effectively ignored. Shigaraki, Himiko, being children DID TRY to live exactly as the adults told them to. They tried to be “Good Children” under the standards of adults, and they couldn’t be.

That’s the reality of living in an abusive household like the one Tenko grew up in. No matter what he had done, he would have been punished. He was the problem child, the scapegoat for his father’s abuse. Rather than tell the father to stop abusing the child, the child is held responsible for the behavior and told that they were at fault for provoking punishment.

Before you use Shoto as an example of still wanting to be a hero after enduring abuse, here’s the difference. Shoto didn’t die. Touya did.

All three of them were cast out before they did anything wrong. Are they still responsible for the choices they made as adults? Yes. However, I think it’s important to acknowledge that all three of these characters did attempt to try making the right choices and they still got cast out anyway. It’s not because they were good or bad children. It’s because society was designed to reject people like them.

RHA TRANSLATION: That’s how the muck gets cast out. That’s how they break and retaliate. That’s how it loops back, again, and again, and again.

The translations are radically different this week I’m not sure which one is right, but they are vaguely talking about the same cycle. Shigaraki, Dabi, Himiko were rejected before they did anything wrong. They were forced to endure all of this as children. They gained power to survive and began to fight back. They retaliated against the violence done to them as children as adults. Then, they are punished again.

It is a cycle where both people are acting badly. Shigaraki, Himiko, and Dabi drag innocent people into the conflict, because all they can think of to wake people up to the reality of their suffering is to make them endure the same. To show the world the violence they’ve endured on a mass scale, until it becomes impossible for those who are sheltered and protected by society, those who are saved to ignore the problems of those who aren’t saved. Shigaraki, Dabi and Himiko get innocent people involved it’s true.

HOWEVER. Were they not innocents at any point? Were they not just children who had not done anything wrong?

And we return to the Tenko household. Shigaraki, Himiko, Dabi are all responsible for their violent reactions to the problem, that was the choice they made. However, they weren’t the ones who created the situation in the first place.

Villains are held as responsible for all of society’s ills. We are told by heroes that villains choose to become evil, and that the only way to stop them is to violently suppress their activities. However all of these villains for the most part, are outcasts who hold no real power in society, and all have yes made choices to retaliate violently but were also pushed into those choices.

The society around them is designed to exclude people like Shigaraki, Himiko and Dabi. THE PROBLEM ELEMENT, is ignored rather than addressed.

What Shigaraki is saying here is that heroes don’t protect the people most in need of their protection, the biggest victims. They are designed to protect a status quo.

Heroes protect the institutions that are already in place, no matter how cracked or flawed those institutions are. they keep them in place. They are fighting to preserve a power structure that keeps heroes in power. The ones who have the power in society are the heroes. The ones who create society are the heroes. The ones who create the situation are the heroes. The villains in MHA are reacting to the problem, but they didn’t create the problem.

3. Twice

Dabi, Shigaraki and Himiko all have an incredibly important relationship to Twice. Dabi shows up to try to save Twice, even though he states he doesn’t care about the league. Himiko opens up to Twice and empathizes with him. Shigaraki goes to save Giran because Twice asked him to, and opened up to his team for the first time because of Twice’s begging and pleas.

The scene we see play out with Twice is what happened to Shigaraki, Himiko and Dabi as well. Twice is given an impossible choice. He can conform and sacrifice all of his friends to go with Hawks, or he can die right here. Once again, yes it is a choice. I must emphasize everything is a choice. The choice to retaliate is still a choice even if it’s influenced by the environment. However, this is a choice effectively made with a gun to Twice’s head.

What’s interesting is, when given the choice between betraying the people closest to him or getting shot in the head. Twice chooses to take the bullet.

As I said everything is a choice. Even an influenced choice is a choice. If someone is holding a gun to your head, you can just choose to die. You might be stuck in a situation where there are only bad choices, but it’s still a choice you make.

I emphasize choices over and over again, because somebody chose to make the world this way.

They exist in a system where villains are held accountable for all of their violence, their choices, and heroes are not. Heroes can effectively get away with murder as we’ve been shown with Hawks and Tokoyami.

I’d also like to emphasize that the villains make these choices while directly facing all of the flaws of society. The heroes for the most part are completely ignorant to the suffering of villains. We are shown this ignorance again and again. The villains attempt to explain themselves, their motivations and reasonings, and every time they are literally ignored.

Heroes and Villains both make choices, but Heroes are completely blind to their own faults. When they are told about the cracks of society by people who have lived through that, they effectively ignore the role they had to play in it. Twice tries to explain he can’t betray his friends to Hawks, that they’re all capable of being good people and he gets ignored. Shigaraki explains to Endeavor that his father told him heroes hurt their own families, he gets ignored. Endeavor’s case is especially EGREGIOUS. Endeavor who should be more aware of his own flaws than anybody else, still pretends to be the perfect faultless hero.

Heroes and Villains are both responsible for creating this flawed world, but the villains are held responsible, and the heroes are not. Heroes are given special privilege in society, Villains are mostly made up by the underprivileged and cast out. Society, is intentionally designed to divide up people like this and categorize one over the other.

And I think it’s especially important that every time Shigaraki tries to get someone to listen to him he gets told the same thing. Endeavor believes he is a good person fighting to protect others. He claims that he is the hero, fighting against someone who only hollowly wishes to destroy. Shigaraki tries to explain himself, he even makes a reference to familial abuse which Endeavor SHOULD RECOGNIZE and Endeavor’s response is to tell him to shut up and die.

Shigaraki, Dabi, and Himiko are wrong for violently retaliating, but every time they make any attempt to explain themselves they’re rejected just as violently. They are told, like they were when they were just children, to just shut up and take it. Shigaraki is told by Nana, Endeavor, Gran Torino everyone around him to die rather than fight back, is it no wonder he believes the whole system rejects him?

It is an unfair system to begin with, deliberately designed to uplift a few people into privilege and cast others out.

Heroes act like the few people who don’t get saved are just bad luck, but it’s not. Good social programs would have saved Twice. Social services would have saved Himiko. All Might realizing Endeavor was an abusive jerk would have saved Touya. If Gran Torino had checked up on Nana’s child, Shigaraki would not have happened.

All of these kids “just got unlucky” except the society they live in was designed to outcast certain people like them from the start. It’s meant to let people fall through the cracks. In each case it wasn’t bad luck, but rather intentional neglect of all parties involved.

Twice is told what happened to him was bad luck, but Twice didn’t slip and fall on a knife. He was put into the situation intentionally by Hawks. Hawks singled him out, targeted him, pushed him to the breaking point, and then killed him. The one who had power and the upper hand in that situation was Hawks from the start, but Twice is blamed for his own death for merely fighting back.

The connection between Shigaraki, Dabi, and Himiko is that they’re pushed to become more and more radical over time. Himiko had killed a few people yeah, but she wasn’t a terrorist on a mass scale.

Dabi had no criminal record when he started. He only started killing people to make the news when his father became the number one hero. The more they are rejected, the more radical they become.

All three of them have become radicalized by the death of Twice, and all three say effectively the same thing.

Dabi: “There are no true Heroes.”

Shigaraki: “You heroes hurt your own families just to help complete strangers.”

Toga: “You heroes mess everything up.”

Why do they blame heroes? It’s because heroes are the guardians of the society that rejects them. Heroes do not protect people, they protect systems and structures first and foremost. The heroes aren’t coming to save them and they never were.

#shigaraki tomura #himiko toga #dabi #todoroki touya #shimura tenko #league of villains meta #shigaraki meta #dabi meta #himiko meta #lov meta #mha meta #my hero academia meta #my hero academia theory #bnha 281 #bnha 281 spoilers #mha 281 #mha 281 spoilers

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radabadabing-bing · 3 years

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Childe’s Search for Satisfaction

so like what if i made a genshin wg fanfic haha

like as a joke haha

a joke

like ‘haha funny joke!’

so here it is

Childe was frustrated. It wasn’t necessarily because he couldn’t find a fight- There were always plenty of monsters out on in the wilderness of Liyue -But not one of them was satisfying. The various hilichurls and slimes were jokes against his power. Every Ruin Guard he had run past, in anticipation that it would awaken and give him a chance to fight, had turned out to be broken and nonfunctioning. He had run across a single Lawachurl, the brutish beast proving somewhat difficult, but it still fell like all the rest.

And as he impaled his latest victim on his watery blades, he still felt immensely dissatisfied. The monster in particular was a Whopperflower, an oversized plant that happened to be immensely territorial. Unfortunately, it too was weak against Childe’s power.

And another unfortunate thing…Childe was tired. He had pushed himself too hard in every battle, excitement getting the better of him. The Harbinger grunted in frustration as his weapon dematerialized. “Damn. Absolutely nothing.” Wiping sweat from his brow, he did notice something curious leaking from one of the beastial plant’s stamens- A shimmering liquid, gold in sheen. He reached out to touch it, the substance sticky on his glove.

“Huh…Oh, right.” He had heard of this stuff. Childe had seen it before too. It was a thick nectar, rich with energy. The flower fed off of it, and it also served as a useful alchemical ingredient. Usually Childe wouldn’t concern himself with such a substance- He was no biologist or researcher, after all -But an idea wormed its way into his head.

He licked some of the nectar off his glove. Sweet in taste, maybe even too saccharine for him- But that wasn’t the important bit. What was important was that his sore muscles began to relax, feel reinvigorated. Not a whole lot, but it was noticeable. And if even that tiny amount felt so good to indulge in, well, Childe couldn’t resist. He grabbed a stamen, crushing it in his hand. More of the sticky honey bursting, coating his glove.

The Harbinger did realize this was a bit gross to do, but as he looked around…What no one knew wouldn’t hurt them. Without a hint of shame, he began thoroughly cleaning every last bit off the stamen and his hand. Before long, it was like the nectar had never been there. And Childe felt reinvigorated. “Heh, that’s better.” He said, stretching out, before immediately charging towards a small Hilichurl encampment in the distance.

However, as said, Childe was no biologist or alchemist. He was blissfully unaware of the fact that you were not supposed to consume the nectar in such a pure and undiluted form, nor in the amounts he had indulged in. It was safe at this point, sure, but the effects were already slightly showing on his waistline. A bit of pudge on his belly, his decently fitting pants tightening around his lower half. Not that he noticed, still riding the high of his apparent ingenious plan.

While the boost was able to push him onwards for a few more battles, blasting away the beasts he encountered with torrents of water, flurries of arrows. More and more fell to the strength of Childe, but it still was utterly unsatisfying. Worse yet, he was feeling tired once more- Though he didn’t need to wait long to spot another Whopperflower.

Sights set on the unwitting plant, it felt the Harbinger’s presence…a few moments before a volley of arrows pierced it, short work made of it. Childe quickly claimed his prize, plucking off a stamen from it’s desecrated corpse. Greedily eating out the nectar, feeling revitalized, oblivious to his wardrobe beginning to strain.

This cycle would repeat- He’d exhaust himself on pointless encounters, desperately trying to sate his lust for combat. Thoroughly unamused, he’d seek out a Whopperflower, slay it for it’s nectar, and move on- Again and again.

Soon enough, it wasn’t exactly something unnoticeable. Childe was significantly plumper, his outfit clearly undersized at this point. His shirt had already been loose fitting, letting his belly spill over his belt unhampered. His legs looked like tubed sausage, stuffed into pants that could barely contain them. Unhelped by the belt he had tied around his left leg, which was about the only thing Childe immediately noticed wrong.

“When did this thing get so tight…” He complained, as he tried to adjust it. The belt promptly snapped off, the rest of his thigh jiggling as it was released. “Huh. Must’ve gotten worn out.” He was still rather oblivious to his gains, even as his love handles and ass spilled out the top of his pants.

He had noticed his travels had brought him to an especially arid place. The faint smell of smoke in the air, charred grass, scorched rock. That was when he recalled what lay deep within the cavern before him- What any Whopperflower would become over its lifespan, the overgrown Regisvine.

And if the Whopperflower already had a lot of nectar, how much would it’s larger variant have? Childe was already chomping at the bit to find out. Speeding off from his last victim, he could hardly notice how his new bulk slowed him. Or rather, he was keeping the same speed as he had before, just tiring himself out faster. It made a rather vicious cycle, draining his own energy faster, needing more nectar to keep him going…

The universe perhaps wanted to give Childe another sign after he had missed what the smaller belt popping off meant. It did so with a loud rip as he rushed down the corridor. The seat of his pants had split open. “Damn, did I snag it on something?” That was the amount of observation Childe could give. He thought it was embarrassing, sure, but he also didn’t think that it was size causing it. “Guess I’ll just say it happened in battle…”

With the signs and warnings falling on the battle hungry Harbinger’s deaf ears, he still confidently approached the Regisvine, dormant in it’s lair. Though it unfurled as it detected the portly warrior, ready to defend it’s territory. Flames flickered about it’s form as the Regisvine towered over Childe, a red hot core lighting at it’s base…

Though even the mighty Regisvine was conquered under Childe’s power. Chubby or not, he was still an absolute force to be reckoned with. Volley after volley of arrows struck at the monstrous plant, as it too returned with it’s own attacks of fierce fire. Though it met the same fate as every other foe of Childe on that day- Utter defeat.

As he stabbed a blade of water through it’s corolla of a head, it slumped down, it’s flames flickering away, smoldering as it’s sentience faded. “Heh. Better luck next time.” He told the fading flower, rather satisfied with the fight it gave him. “Phew. Some people would quit while they’re ahead…” Childe could quit right now. He did get his fight. But Childe was Childe. “…But maybe I could run all the way to Mondstadt and fight that icy one too!”

He pulled the blade from the corolla, and proceeded to slice open the dead Regisvine’s bud- A sigh of warm air wafting out with it, carrying the scent of the delectable and energizing nectar. A sly grin spread out on the Harbinger’s slightly pudgy face, as the rich golden honey oozed from the now wide open plant.

His smug smile only got wider as he realized that this plant had far more nectar than the others he had slain. Practically pumping out the nectar, perhaps as a last attempt to get the vine to live once more. Though this was pointless, as Childe had already begun his feast.

There was some civility to it at first- Some, as he was still scooping it up and eating it with his hands, but that was better than him just nixing the scooping and eating it out of the stem.

His pants were already put to their limits- Unsurprisingly, they were first to go. Tearing down the sides with a resonant ripping sound. In another unsurprisingly turn of events, Childe was completely and utterly unaware as he grew at a much faster pace than before. His gut fell over the edge of his belt, straining to an incredible degree, until pop! Off went the belt, off went the rest of his pants. Giving way to blubbery thighs and bountiful buttocks, indented by his boxers. Boxers that were already too small, trace elasticity keeping them together.

Childe’s ignorance was honestly impressive at this point. He was lost in the idea of battles to be, already plotting out a course for his inevitable warpath. A warpath that he wouldn’t be able to pursue at his current size, much less the size he’d ultimately reach.

His coat and undershirt were kept loose already, but even loose articles of clothing would eventually give way. Buckles breaking, straps snapping. Once refined pecs were losing definition as they became flabby and heavy, sitting upon a significant midsection. His boots pulled apart as his weight continued to mount. And mount it did, as he swelled fatter, and fatter…

Soon enough, the once arena was now a graveyard for the warrior’s outfit. And said warrior was just finishing up. “Phew!” Wiping his mouth, licking up a few last dribbles of nectar. “With that, I should be able to-” Childe didn’t get to finish his sentence. He slightly leaned back as he was speaking, enough to immediately throw off his balance. With a thud, he landed on his oversized rump.

He was genuinely surprised by this development. “Huh?! Where did all this…” He grabbed at himself, almost entirely naked. His scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, said neck sporting a trio of chins now. He also felt his boxers on, though he could not see them in any capacity. Just able to feel how tight they were. And the still growing holes in them. “When did this happen?!”

The hefty Harbinger tried moving, though achieved little. His feet weren’t even on the ground now. And his attempts to move did actually tire him out, as he took in beleaguered breaths. For all the energy the nectar held, there came a point where it was beyond helping him. “…It was pretty fun up until now, at least…” He lamented. Becoming a blob of fat obviously wasn’t on the itinerary, but he did find a decent opponent or two. So the day wasn’t a total wash.

He just had to hope someone was planning on hunting a Regisvine soon, or that his fellow Fatui went out looking for him- Because he was definitely immobile, and wasn’t gonna be mobile without some serious help.

#genshin fatpact #idk what else to put it under lol #male weight gain #male expansion #we'll return to your regularly scheduled FE fats right after this #but i had the idea and was just like #now i HAVE to do it #feel mega iffy about it but eh

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I really enjoyed your writing on the ADA members with a younger sibling like partner <33 I was wondering if you could write the same scenario but with Chuuya and Fyodor? Except the younger partner in question has a rough past and cheery/joking personality similar to Dazai(?) I'm super excited to see more of your writing!! c:

Hi anon! Thank you for the compliment and for reading (here’s the scenario for those that want to read it)! The only difference is that instead of this reader being pure, they’re going to be like a mini Dazai (or at least similar to him). One change that I did make was that Reader isn’t as suicidal as Dazai (ie. constantly trying to find a way to end their life), but Reader is ready to go whenever and wherever, whether it’s on their terms or not. Reader is gender neutral and hope you enjoy!

Also ayyyeeee my first time writing for Fyodor! Hope I did him justice cause his part took a while lol

TW: Mentions of suicide, dark moments (Reader is a bit sadistic, but nothing graphic is mentioned) small spoilers for Dark Era arc and Season 3

Acting as a Younger Sibling with a Rough Past and Personality Similar to Dazai with: Chuuya and Fyodor

Chuuya

Well he was extremely disturbed to say the least. Okay extremely may be over exaggerating, but the way you acted got underneath his skin bad

You reminded him too much of Dazai, minus the suicide attempts and the animosity towards him. Although that didn’t stop the morbid jokes from happening

“Hey Chu-Chu, what did the librarian say to the guy that wanted to check out a book on how to commit suicide?”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that!-“

“Go away, you’re not going to bring it back. HA! A knee slapper, am I right?”

He wondered if Dazai got to you first like he did Akutagawa, and if he did, that was just another reason to strangle him

You were his partner, and you were young. So seeing the way you interacted with everyone and everything with such a pessimistic attitude while still being cheery was alarming

Not to mention how easy it is for you to just readily accept death at every turn. You’re the literal embodiment of “guess I’ll die” and it drives Chuuya up the wall every time

He remembers the one time an enemy held you hostage how you were so cheerful to finally be rid of this joke you called a life, and that you told the guy who was holding a gun to your head to “put it between the eyes, it looks 10x better that way.” And “don’t be afraid to blow my brains out either! But you do you, but I think it’s a rather stylistic choice if I do say so myself.”

The man thought you were trying to distract him at first, but when he figured out that you were serious he honestly got so nervous he was ready to just let you go and suggest therapy lmao

After he handled the situation, he took you directly under his wing. Sure, you were already his partner, but he was really going to look out for you including outside of work. If it meant that he had to “babysit” you, then oh well

Plus he didn’t want to face Mori if he just let you die while under his care

You realized what he was trying to do when you two would go off to “collect information” and would be doing the complete opposite. “Hey, I’m kinda hungry, let’s take a break and grab a bite to eat.”

“I thought we had to get this info back to Mori ASAP. Not that I care if he’s mad, he’s been holding out on me and this is the perfect way to take revenge.”

“Holding out how?”

“I told him that since he’s a doctor he would be the perfect teacher to show me some new techniques.”

“...on?”

“Torturing, duh! My methods are getting kinda stale, and I do want to perfect my craft after all. I want to be good at something before I kick the bucket, Chu.”

Poor man is honestly in so much distress because of you please help him

And the way you interacted with the other members was both entertaining and horrifying to watch at times. Majority of the time, you were this happy go lucky kid with a dark sense of humor (you still made people smile, although sometimes it was tense or apprehensive, but whatever a smile is still a smile). But when you were having a bad day or a mission was going wrong, everyone knew to steer clear of you.

A new recruit tried to cheer you up one day, telling you that “it could always be worse”. You then got pulled into the office with a very angry Chuuya and a mildly disappointed Mori.

Chuuya finally had enough after months of this occurred. It was like a never ending cycle: except your behavior was getting increasingly more reckless and dangerous. It was driving him crazy trying to figure out why you were this way and if it was any way to snap you out of it

He wasn’t a stranger to death, he’s seen it with his own two eyes, end even killed people with his bare hands. But the huge difference between you two is that he didn’t particularly enjoy killing, if it had to be done then he had no problems doing so; it comes with the job y’know? But with you, you took actual pleasure in killing. It filled you with a sick sense of glee, and it even made his stomach turn

The bond between you two grew from just a typical work relationship (as far as working in the mafia goes). He knew that from underneath your rather concerning persona, you were just troubled. Someone or something made you this way, and while he had his own troubles growing up, he was able to deal with it and overcome his issues. It just seemed like you just...gave in to yours. And it made him feel pity for you.

You didn’t mind Chuuya at all. You actually liked being his partner! He was pretty much the only person that you didn’t feel a need to harm or kill. And he was fun to be around, when he wasn’t being such a party pooper (I mean what’s the point of being in the mafia when you can’t purposely spill some blood every now and then for fun?). The only thing you didn’t like was how he would try and get you to talk about your past. You honestly didn’t see a point in it, it’s called the past for a reason, why didn’t he understand that?!

But no matter how many times you would shut down or try to change the subject, he would always try again, and again, and again. It was very annoying. And you didn’t like to talk about it. Why didn’t Chuuya understand that?!

Eventually, his pestering worked. One day after a rough mission when he had to patch you up, you opened up to him. You didn’t immediately tell him everything, but you gave him small insights to what happened, to what lead you to be this way

You could tell that he was grateful that he was finally getting somewhere with you. And you yourself was surprised that your dynamic didn’t change. He didn’t look at you with sympathy in his eyes, he didn’t baby you, he wasn’t disgusted by you, everything was normal. The only difference is that Chuuya told you that it was okay to talk to him, and that you shouldn’t be scared to approach him (psh you scared, yeah okay)

Chuuya felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders once you opened up. You were still a bit sadistic (but you did tone it back after the recruit incident, and after you saw how repulsed he looked, so you just did everything behind closed doors now) and had your cheery persona on, but it felt a little bit more real now. It felt genuine. It gave him a good feeling to see some spark in your eyes instead of the full he felt himself getting used to. And he would never say it to you, but it also gave him a warm feeling with him being your role model (you knew but didn’t want to burst his bubble yet)

Your change wasn’t very noticeable at first, but that’s okay. No one needed to know, it was fine with just you and Chuuya. You still felt the desire to just be done with life, but it wasn’t your focus whenever you were with him. You hadn’t made peace with your past yet, but you felt you could one day with him by your side. He was someone that you didn’t knew you needed (or wanted to admit to), but it worked out in the end. You had doubts that you could or would ever change, but if you did, growing to be someone like Chuuya would’nt be the worst possible outcome

Plus, whenever he did run into Dazai with his new sidekick, he is 10000% bragging about how much better and cooler you are, with him being the superior between them both. He can’t WAIT till you guys can whoop their ass

Fyodor

Well weren’t you such an interesting character

To see someone as young as you ready to just leave this world in an abrupt way was intriguing, and he realized that he could use this to his advantage. Maybe even give you something to gain in exchange

He found you hiding inside a disgusting abandoned building (a fitting place for a rat if he would say so himself), drenched in blood. Fyodor didn’t necessarily care why, but he was curious about one thing: why were you smiling? Your eyes were so lifeless, yet here you were smiling so bright, as if you weren’t covered in someone’s blood

Fyodor found himself smiling down at you. Did you think he was prey, that he was going to be your next target? He wanted you to try, he wanted to see what you were really capable of

“Tell me, what is going to be your next move? Do you wish to attack me?”

“If you do something that I don’t like, then yes, that’s the plan. Why are you here Mister? You wanna have some fun too?”, your smile turned into a smirk, twirling your very sharp knife in your hand. “You’re not even from here, so why are you trying to bother such an innocent kid like me?”

He matched your smirk, “You are from innocent, child, even a blind man can see that. To see just how full of sin you are. This wasn’t your first atrocity that you committed nor would it be your last. Which is a shame, it might be too late for me to cleanse you of your filth.”

Oh, he was going to be very amusing to mess with. But you weren’t stupid. Something wasn’t right with this man. No one would walk up to someone with copious amounts of blood on them, holding a weapon that caused said blood, while berating them about being “full of sin”. What was his ability? Did he have people with him? Was the building surrounded or booby trapped? These questions swirled around your head, all while he just kept smirking at you. He was pissing you off, who the hell did he think he was?

But you kept your anger at bay, plastering a cheerful smile on your face. “Sin? Cleanse me of my filth? I guess I do kinda stink but who exactly do you think you are, some type of God?”

“That’s exactly what I am. I’m here to free this world from this wretched curse that has been brought upon.”

...huh? Did-did he escape from the asylum or something? Did he seriously believe himself to be a God (not even a prophet but an actual God)? Seeing your confusion, he continued on, “The curse of ability users. They plague this Earth, and they need to be eliminated.”

“Why is that? What’s wrong with having abilities? Hellooooo, some people’s abilities are actually pretty cool! If you just have a terrible ability, it’s your problem, not the world-“

“Why not let me show you why it’s indeed a curse?”

“And how would you do that? You must be crazy if you think I’m going anywhere with you. I may be dangerous but I’m not dumb!”

“You poor, misguided soul.”, he tutted at you. “Look at where you have ended up at. These people with these so called “cool abilities” have failed you, have they not? Yet you still idolize them, not believing that they are the reason for your misfortunes. If they were truly your idols, they wouldn’t have left you to fend for yourself, to live among the rats. They left you to rot, do you not see that?”

He was hitting too close to home, he was getting too personal, too close. He didn’t know you at all, you’re a complete stranger to him, but why did his words hold some truth to them?

“Come with me, and I will prove to you first hand why this has to be done.”, he was now physically close to you, staring you deep into your eyes. “It would be such a waste for you to die without knowing the truth, wouldn’t you agree?”

You didn’t have much, he wasn’t wrong. But if he could take you somewhere with real food and not scraps you had to fight to find, and to have real shelter, then fine. You agreed. And if you felt that something was up, you’ll just kill him, run away, or both

After he took you away, he kept to his word. It seemed like he was really was telling the truth, you getting first-hand experience like he promised. It was scary that he was right, but you were also indebted to him. He not only allowed you to live in luxury (at least it was luxury to you considering what you had before), but he opened your eyes to what the true problem is. He gave your life a new purpose. If you two were able to successfully complete his goal, then your problems would be gone forever right? You would finally be able to feel a sense of peace, and you can’t wait till that could happen

You and Fyodor, after he opened your eyes, bonded easier than in the beginning. You were smart enough to not fully trust him after leaving with him, but after just a couple of pulled strings to cause certain things to happen, you slowly melted and molded into the way that he planned. You would be an excellent pawn in his grand plan, and you would do well in keeping him entertained at the same time

You were a joyful child, even when carrying out his dirty work, you did so gleefully. After joining the Rats in the House of the Dead, you tried to spread that joy among the other members. They didn’t find it very amusing, but you didn’t care and neither did Fyodor. You were far too important to let go of now

You were always by him, it seemed. Always in the same space, whether he was planning his next move, and playing the cello, you were always there with this look of awe directed at him. Every time he would catch you staring, he would simply chuckle and softly reprimand you about, “how rude it is to stare, but you simply can’t help it.”

He even taught you how to play the cello!

You sounded terrible but practice makes perfect

As time went on and the end goal seeming to be closing in, he came to see you as more than just an expendable tool. He found out about your past, but simply proved to you once again why you two had to make sure the curse was ridden as soon as possible. No one wanted a repeat of what happened to you to happen to anyone else, so the mission had to be success. Failure was not an option

Fyodor didn’t see himself as a cruel man towards you. He just didn’t mince his words and he made sure that you were dealing with the truth, and not some lie that was attempted to be twisted as reality. If anything, that was the way that he showed that he held some compassion for you, he wasn’t willing to let you be lead astray from the truth again, not while he was here. You had somehow wiggled your way into his mind, where he had been accepting of your close bond, and he took that into consideration

Once his goal is achieved and he has truly made his place known as a God, he’ll make sure that you gain your rightful place among him as well. You were worthy in Fyodor’s eyes, and as long as nothing came in between your bond and the end goal, then everything will work out. He will make sure of that.

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