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THE BIG QSMPSTUCK LOREDUMP AKA: I finally get to do all the lorebabble I wanted to do.

EDIT (11/1/2023): THIS VERSION IS NOW OUT OF DATE AND DOES NOT INCLUDE THE PEOPLE IN THE ICE CUBES. I AM CURRENTLY REWORKING PARTS OF THIS BUT MOST SHOULD STAY THE SAME FOR THE NEW POSTS SANS BAGHERA, KAMETO, AND DANTDM'S CLASSPECTS! LOOK FORWARD TO UPDATED POSTS IN THE FUTURE.

SOME NOTES: 1. I have a very specific version of qsmpstuck going on with my art I make that I made with a group of friends (thanks Slimercord!) 2. There are other people who made other classpects and takes on QSMP characters that are more character based, mine is not that case, it looks at how QSMP as a whole would work as a full sburb session, and balancing how many people would be on each aspect or class to carry that motif of Homestuck's balancing/equal duality theme. This means I am looking at and using Classpects as a narrative & plot device, not necessarily a personality test like how someone would classpect a real person (This is how the Extended Zodiac works, and why I choose to ignore it for character classpecting. It works great for classpecting real life people though, so by all means you can use the EZ for you and your friends!). 3. AND WITH THAT! It means two people per aspect and and class, with the exception of space and time having three people, and knights and heirs having three people. 4. FAIR WARNING: IF YOU HAVE NEVER READ HOMESTUCK, THERE IS LOTS OF DEATH IN IT, WITH LOTS OF RESURRECTIONS. I WILL BE DISCUSSING DEATH IN A VERY JOKING MANNER HERE! 5. For posterity in case things change in the future: This post was made August 2nd 2023, after the French were added, and right before the Election arc finished. I'm sure if I came back to this after QSMP is over my classpecting would be different. (Updated August 20, 2023)

I'll add this again at the bottom but if you want more of my notes and thought processes or just more qsmpstuck in general here's the link to my tag for all qsmpstuck on this blog, and here's the link to all qsmpstuck on my regular mcyt blog. (my regular blog includes other people's qsmpstuck takes & reblogs however! But every classpect analysis I reblogged in there w/ an anonymous ask sent to the OP was me on anon lol)

HERE WE GO! The big ol google doc sheet I had to make for this. Every note on that godtier order list is how we decided the character would godtier, and we still aren't even technically done! I have so much information built up for this AU I am not sure I could include all of it in this post.

CLASSPECTS

Anyway, in terms of classpects, the way we went about deciding was 1. Finding symbolic meanings we felt fit the characters best 2. If the classpect was funny and had a fun double entendre to the character 3. If we really struggled, we went and picked up Dahni Witch of Light's classpect analyses and found which class fit a character best within an aspect we had a vague idea of. I find Dahni's analyses to be the best at classpecting non-homestuck characters with, because they give enough leeway in interpretation and are somewhat broad, while still applying as a fictional character's story arc, rather than solely a personality test. We also basically ignored most classpect's assigned "role" concept thingy, they were too nebulous in meaning to help much, with the only ones we kept being Sylphs are the passive creation class with Maids as the active creation class, and then Bards are passive destruction, Princes are active destruction.

AND NOW BACK TO THE CUBES YOU CARE ABOUT: As stated before, we did lay it out so we (mostly) only had two per aspect and class, to get that true fan session balancing spirit. Space/time and knight/heir are the only ones with three members. Here's how the outfits look!

My favorites here & their reasonings are: - Etoiles: Sylph of Blood - We all agreed him getting a classpect that is at least somewhat silly would be fitting, but all immediately came to the conclusion that he would hands down be a blood player. From his love of fighting, and the way he goes about befriending everyone he meets to help them, he's just so blood player. To balance out our initial silly classpecting idea, we made him a Sylph! It fits, like, really well! He creates friendship, he helps people, like. What more could you want from a classpect for him. - Mariana: Maid of Doom - I sent these two asks to this other person about this and liked their reasonings lol. - Spreen: Prince of Breath - Look I'm a Spreengirl I think he would play a great active destruction class and he takes away other's freedom (in minecraft). He kills people. He's just so Prince to me. It's really funny. - BBH: Knight of Life - Do you know how funny it is to take a guy who's whole thing is that he's like entirely black and red themed and put him in the burlap sack outfit. Also Knight & Space player frog breeding combo. He's working with Foolish on those frogs. - Foolish: Page of Space - This guy is the ultimate builder of all time ever. He was hands down the easiest to look at and go Oh he is THE space player here. - Fit: Prince of Space - Y'know 2b2t and hacked clients and griefing people? Prince of Space. Plus since he's a space player, soooo - Philza: Knight of Rage - Another great Space & Knight combo. This guy is such a hater on QSMP (positive) he doubts easily distrusts whenever necessary. Such a rage player. - Missa: Bard of Time - Missa is really failgirl I know quite a few people haven't like... watched much of his MC stuff. However you should check out when he had to be placed in a box to fish by himself so he wouldn't die a third time in Minecraft Extremo. He's a perfect Bard, and then he does music. Great set up for a Time player. Wouldn't want it any other way. - Antoine: Seer of Void - truly. Truly. A guy I looked at for two minutes and immediately knew what classpect he needed. That scene where he just like lightly questioned Cellbit after he escaped the federation and it made Cellbit so nervous he started just saying things that made him look way more nervous than necessary? Core Antoine moment for me. The fact he has a basement filled with so much writing on every candidate? The fact he hides his true face so much? We don't even know what's going on there? Void Player. Seer. So fitting it's beautiful to me. - Felps: Maid of Breath - Look, breath is THE aspect of freedom and doing what you want at your own pace. I think I would be committing a cardinal sin if I DIDN'T make Felps a breath player. - Tazercraft: Witch of Doom & Page of Time - They get to do a fucked up glitch timeloop. With these two classpects they can literally do whatever they want forever. Witch of Doom is a classpect that you give to a character if you know they can rip everything to shreds, have fun doing it, but wouldn't (usually) use it to actively hurt people out of true malice (for no reason) (a witch can DEFINITELY respond negatively if push comes to shove). Page of Time is so funny as a classpect also. Just like... Look up what the Page godtier outfit looks like. You'll see what I mean... And why Pac is a page. - Rubius: Waste of Breath - This classpect sounds really mean, sorry. I promise I like Rubius. He's supposed to be a stand in for what the Hussie author insert was in Homestuck, opposing Doc Scratch and fighting him. Hussie was a Waste of Space, I wanted to keep the pun with waste here. Breath worked the best. The federation has a Lord of Blood ability to counter him. Neither of these two count for the main classpect total.

One day I might post a copy of the google sheet and link it for more in-depth reasonings for every character, but like... almost everyone had reasonings like this where we spent waaay too long analyzing everyone LMAO. This is getting long as is, so I'll cut off classpecting here.

DREAMING MOONS

I am about to say something that will make people either really mad or really happy. There is no canon true definition of what assigns you a dreaming moon in Homestuck's text. The only thing we can glean from canon about which moon you get is that Prospit humans make their bed in the morning, and Derse humans don't. Needless to say, this doesn't help when you want to individually give each person a dreaming moon, but it IS great news for me: it makes assigning dreaming moons based on dividing the cast in half really, really easy. That is how it worked for the troll session, it was cut in half with teams, and then assigned based on red team vs blue team. So that is what I did here. All of the English speakers were given Prospit, and all of the Hispanic side were given Derse. This has lore relevance. We'll get back to it in a moment.

Also for note, the Federation is Prospit, with Dersite carapacians being a more nebulous identity against the Federation. Hispanic side was given Derse because they just seem more like Derse guys. Plus the whole Time on Derse/Space on Prospit theme going on in original HS canon is something I kinda wanted to go along with.

Quackity was given dual dreamer, with one of his dreamselves being ElQuackity, hence why he isn't listed. To balance this, we had to make another dual dreamer, and figured handing it to Kameto, who basically is permanently lost in the void, would be a good balance.

The French and Brazilian sessions were assigned using the "well this character would make sense here" method.

Server/Client Orders & Session Chains

If anyone needs a brief refresher, a client is the person you get into a sburb session, and a server is the person gets you into the session. Everyone is a client and a server to someone different. (tl;dr John was Rose's client, Rose was John's Server.) THAT BEING SAID! It means the loop for sessions close once you're all connected to both a client and a server. There are three separate sessions here, and one of them is a mobius double reacharound.

For clarity, the arrows mean: Client <- Server

The Original session, the mobius double reacharound, is the Spanish-English session. The order is

Quackity <- Mariana <- Spreen <- Roier <- Missa <- Vegetta <- Maxo <- Luzu (<- BBH)

BBH <- Foolish <- Slimecicle <- Jaiden <- DanTDM <- Fit <- Philza <- Wilbur (<- Quackity)

Because of the nature of a Mobius Double Reacharound, it means BBH and Quackity enter the session first, by technicality. The first person in a session is also the person who does the ectobiology. Unlike the troll session which only had Karkat as the ectobiologist, if Q!Quackity were the sole ectobiologist, no clones would be made and everyone would be stuck in a paradox, so I think it's funnier if BBH and Q had to work together on Ectobiology. I find their dynamic hilarious. Anyway, Luzu and Wilbur had to be the last in their respective chains, because no one else would be able to enter.

The next chain is the Brazilian closed Session, which is

Forever <- Mike <- Pac <- Felps <- Cellbit (<- Forever)

As previously mentioned, Pac e Mike (uou uou) have very good classpects to make up for the fact they have no space player. I'll come back to this.

The final chain is the French closed session. It goes

Baghera <- Antoine <- Etoiles <- AyPierre <- Kameto (<- Baghera)

They have balanced moons! They have a space player! They have a seer even! Both light and void! However, in missing a time player, they are forever doomed to fail the session.

LANDS OF PLANETS AND PARTNERS

Now I can finally explain actual lore. My apologies for making you read about 1000 words before this.

The Hispanic-English session is glitched. There is not a planet for each person. They have to share planets with a person from the opposite dreaming moon, generating lands that are a combination of two different aspects entirely. The planetary pairings for this prime session are the same pairings used for the initial egg pairings.

I really love designing lands for Sburb AUs it's my favorite thing in the world. The first one is the Land of Acid and Alcohol, Slimecicle (Heir of Heart) and Mariana's (Maid of Doom) land. Its oceans are acid and gasoline, and then covered in bottles that are a Russian roulette of alcoholic beverages, and then Molotov cocktails! The second is the Land of Steam and Dreams, Roier (Witch of Blood) and Jaiden's (Seer of Hope) land. It's filled with buildings built in an industrial revolution style architecture, playing on how people could believe in social mobility and "making it" in that time period, while also being reliant on heavy metallic machinery! I have a lot of fun conceptualizing lands.

The session's glitches don't stop at the planetary pairings on their own however, and it continues when Luzu attempts to enter the session. The session glitches from him being BBH's client, where it refuses to match pairings if they're connected directly, as the game would be unable to generate the gates above each player's house, it would simply loop back to connecting with the same Land. Luzu ends up being paired onto Quackity's land because of this, because the Game still detects him as having a dreamself on the opposite moon, even if he technically has both.

This causes BBH and Wilbur's land to glitch, and they end up paired together (as a bit of a nod back to how BBH and Wilbur were initially intended to be paired, before admins just made a new egg for Wilbur). We'll get back to this in a bit.

Some other lands from the AH session I enjoy are - The Land of Lush Forests and Iridescent Lakes, also known as LOLFAIL, BBH and Wilbur's land, which is a double Life player land, so the oceans are filled with gemstones and the land is covered in the most dense forest imaginable. It has the most difficult underlings spawn on it compared to any other land in the Anglo-Hispanic session. - The Land of Frogs and Typhoons, Spreen and Fit's land, which every space player is guaranteed frogs as part of their land, combined with Spreen being a breath player, it is a constant hurricane with frogs in it. They do not work on trying to calm the storm. They just start killing the frogs. There are so many frogs. The frogs are constantly flying at anyone who enters the land. Fit's slogan is FTF. Thank you to crow qsmp-yaoi for saying this idea because it truly brings me to tears every time I think about them being hit by those frogs flying at Mach 10. - The Land of Synapses and Static, Maxo and DanTDM's land. It's a darkened land, caused by Maxo's void, and then covered in a blanket of constant fog so thick a lighthouse can barely cut through it. The land also has mimicking noises to make familiar sounds to any player that steps on it, caused by Dan's Mind. It is an overbearingly lonely land. One where you understand what it truly feels like to be alone. One where you can lose someone as soon as you take your eyes off of them. Maxo last saw Dan on this land. No one else has seen him since.

I'm going to stop myself here, but I might come back and draw some more Land illustrations for these, haha.

Denizeggs

With the planetary partners, you might have seen this coming. Each planet in the combined session is missing a Denizen. Instead, what each player finds at the heart of the land is a little egg they need to help raise. They all find eggs at different points, however. Some people find their egg before they godtier, some find them afterward.

All of the eggs correspond to the land of their respective parents, however Luzu joins into the session too late to ever meet Tilin, second to last of the chain, she's already dead by that point.

And then the final major glitch in starting this session, when Wilbur joins as the final member of the chain, and enters, the only land open is BBH's land. Due to the nature of Sburb already knowing how things would end, it was always going to be this way, and there was no other option on who's planet he would join. The game glitches again, and detecting a second Prospit player, spawns in a new Denizen: Tallulah.

The eggs generally follow how they were in QSMP proper. Some of them die early. Some of them don't. Juanaflippa is as tragic as she is in canon. Two dads who are just bad at raising a child and it would have never worked out. Slime still kills Tilin by accident. Spreen doesn't care about Ramon, ditched him etc you know how it goes. The eggs are partially a planet quest too, so it's best if the eggs do live here.

Also in the glitches with this, there's a lack of consorts on any of the combined planets. There are a few, but not really as common as canon proper would have.

BRAZIL! 🇧🇷

The Brazil Session is a closed session between the five Brazilians. One of the requirements to complete Sburb is that you need a Space player (required to have forge in order to complete the final genesis frog & launch it into creating a new universe) and a Time player (required to keep the session in the proper timeline). The Brazilians have a time player (Pac), so they're halfway there!

There's some hiccups along the way. Mostly just Cellbit accidentally killing Felps and having to sprite him so Mike could make him a robot body to live in, but same old same old etc. Pac and Mike also kill each other by accident, but some other stuff happens there.

They still don't have the main aspect to actually continue the session, realize this, and also have a guy with one of the most conceptually powerful classpects to exist in terms of being able to glitch a game and save everyone. They manage to contact the primary session, reaching out to two grieving parents who are desperate to do anything to revive their daughter, one of whom is also a very powerful Doom player.

Brazilian Lands (brief edition)! - Land of Vultures and Culture, Forever's land, is a Hope land based around having Forever work to help save consorts who are hiding beneath intense structures and live in very isolate communities from each other. There's also massive megafauna in the skies that are always trying to kill them. - Land of Electronics and Experiments, Mike's land, is a pretty typical doom land, based around Chume labs, and has a constant lightning storm overhead - Land of Dancefloors and Dollhouses, Pac's land, is a combination of a land quest he has to get through, and a typical time land. All time lands have a clockwork or a music theme, I think him having a hot pink land that's massive amounts of dollhouse rooms attached to each other he has to make it through is just a fun concept. - Land of Cloud and Sky, Felps's world, is just a land with everything high in the sky. His whole quest is about him harnessing his ability to go with the flow to connect his consorts together. This is hard when he's sprited himself after dying upon entering due to Cellbit fucking up and accidentally killing him, and living in a robot body built by Mike. Aradia style. - Land of Searchlight and Bone, Cellbit's world, is a giant panopticon style prison. With so many bones, both decorating the prison, and filling the prison cells. His final moment is when he gets to the office of the panopticon, and it is his quest bed. He has a whole ordeal over it.

RICARLYSON! So these guys have regular consorts and Denizens, Richarlyson spawns in the heart of Skaia, and gives the quest for the other five guys to raise him.

Pac (Page of Time) has the ability to manipulate time as he wants once he realizes his abilities. Mike (Witch of Doom) can rip a hole in the universe so big it saves all of the players and sets them smack in the middle of another session, especially a previously contacted session with the connection being a Maid of Doom. With a time player land as well, they get a scratch construct on the Land of Dancefloors and Dollhouses, setting up their ability to scratch their session and set loose a whole new universe where theirs once stood.

French

The French session has probably the most normal planets of everything going on here, what really starts their journey going awry is that they have no time player.

Antoine, being a Seer of Void, can see something is going wrong. He makes contact with people outside of their session in an attempt to restore things to balance. He goes off into the veil and contacts the horrorterrors, and sets up a connection between two Doom players who seem they both desperately need it.

While he's doing that, the rest of the French proceed to have the most normal Sburb session out of anyone. Etoiles is having a great time on his planet. Aypierre gets a genesis tadpole. Kameto has two backup lives.

French Planets (Brief Edition) - Land of Apples and Airplanes, Baghera's land! It's probably the nicest land of anyone's. There are many jokes about how she doesn't get why everyone keeps complaining about their lands being horrible until she reaches theirs. - Land of Sham and Soil, Antoine's land, it's a dark land with tall dirt towers that make it impossible to see where you step. You'd need to be someone who could find where you're going in the pitch dark to even survive here. - Land of Bonds and Breakouts, Etoiles's land, is a land of a giant maze dungeon labyrinth. It's a nightmare for everyone but him. He loves it. - Land of Bogs and Frogs, AyPierre's land, is a land with frogs in a very thick swamp. I'll be honest i Just need to cook on this one some more. - Land of Hidden Leaves and War, Kameto's land, is a Naruto joke.

POMME! Is like Richas she's in the middle of Skaia. An easter egg if you will.

The French session is brought into the primary session when Antoine manages to contact with everyone else fully, rather than quietly watch from the outside. Etoiles and Baghera lose their original selves, and are their dreamselves when the universes collide in, and were unable to godtier, due to not knowing about the quest slabs.

GODTIERING! & the rest of the chronological story

THIS is the order of the godtiers from the beginning of the Spanish-English session. Anyone in the other sessions who godtier before their universe collide event has a red numeral to keep them distinct. I feel pretty strongly almost everyone would godtier here, they're all characters based on gamers. Sburb au works exceptionally well when you know everyone's gaming style.

Also, yeah I have notes listed on each godtier order for how each person dies. Like it's that detailed atp.

Spreen has the highest kill count out of everyone on purpose. I think he'd be down to cut his friends down knowing they'd be revived immortal afterward. As well as, the federation is Prospit in this scenario, they want everyone to godtier. I think him playing to what they want out of him feels his style. Anyway, he sprites his own dreamself due to ElQuackity messing with timeloops. To make his living player self trust him, Spreensprite convinces him to godtier Roier first. It is himself he's talking to, after all. Roier becomes the first godtier in any universe, and not out of his own volition. After seeing it really did work with Roier, Spreen godtiers himself. He gets li'l bear ears ala Jade getting doggy ears with her dreamself sprited, he threw in a Rubius cubito to his kernelsprite first. I like the bear ears I'm biased .3. q!Spreen being really fun in a Sburb concept is why I got hooked on this au after all.

After the first lore is repeated, BBH godtiers himself by decapitating himself with a sendificator to fuck with Foolish. He's kinda bitter about getting beige clothes. He befriends the midnight crew at least. This is before he has Dapper. He finds out about godtiering from Roier by accident and then is like. Oh I have the BEST idea.

Vegetta is killed by Spreen by request, wanting to be stronger to protect Leo, and then Spreen godtiers Missa in order to use his time powers on Derse to throw his dreamself at the kernelsprite, locking the time loop. Anyway, Missa is essentially locked in a tower on Derse's moon after this, now permanently in his Dreamself's body, who hadn't awoken prior. Fit realizes people are walking around in weird clothes, hears about it vaguely from BBH, sends a text to Spreen who'd been ghosting him, and goes like. Hey man. Wanna kill me? And gets his first reply in months.

Phil is attacked by an overpowered monster and almost dies, and Missa manages to get the message to Fit that this is happening through time shenanigans, and Fit manages to get him to his questbed before he fully dies and loses his dreamself. Phil is not happy about this and could not be angrier. He doesn't blame Fit though it's like a self anger thing.

THE BRAZILIAN CASCADE HAPPENS! PEOPLE DIE. By which I mean Slimecicle and Mariana work together to try to help the Brazilians into the session in a bid at saving Juanaflippa, hoping one of them have the ability to revive her. Slimecicle is murdered in the crypts of Prospit by Quackity in a duel, where he cuts off Quackity's arm in exchange for Quackity cutting down his life. Truly one of those luck moments where Charlie dies on his questslab. Mariana is murdered at the same time by Spreen, who is now fully working under orders from the Federation.

Pre-cascade, Pac and Mike both godtier, because they stumble into a stable timeloop, by Mike accidentally glitching Pac's questslab into throwing it at him and killing him. He godtiers with this. Now, as a fully godtiered page of time, they make it to Mike's questbed, and godtier!Mike nudges Pac's slab at Past!Mike to pick up and throw when fucking around with powers.

Felps godtiers in the cascade along with Mariana and Slimecicle, they leave behind Derse and its moon, and they both get destroyed. Where his body sleeping on the quest slab godtiers. Aradia style. Except... as a Maid of Breath, his robot sprite body doesn't explode. He just sort of... exists in both. When one falls asleep the other wakes up. The rest of the Brazilian session just assumes the Cascade fucked with his robot body's energy sources. He kind of just figures each side is a weird dream he keeps having.

Cellbit is staunchly anti-godtier, while Forever wants someone he trusts to godtier him. Cellbit refuses to godtier Forever, and causes a major fight between them. Then Spreen murders Cellbit into his godtier under orders from the Federation, which is preceded by a long Scooby-doo-esque chase, where BBH sees them both, and decides to follow. BBH is a fully godtiered Knight of Life here, he has resurrection powers for other players, and Spreen is functionally immortal as well. BBH 100% catches up to him after he kills Cellbit, and proceeds to put Spreen in a torment nexus of dying and undeath. Thus ends the Killing Spree(n).

AND THEN THE FRENCH CASCADE HAPPENS! The final session connects, and Baghera sacrifices herself to make it happen. After they make it in, they learn about Quest slabs, and there's a whole thing with Etoiles dramatically getting her to her questslab before she fully dies. Etoiles then proceeds to go kill himself on the questslab immediately after. Felps is also hanging out with the French, they found him hanging out in the void and take him with them. They lose Kameto in the void however, nobody's really sure where he went.

Pre-French Cascade, Antoine is the only French player to godtier, and no one will explain how it happened. It seems like no one really knows, but Etoiles keeps saying more fantastical descriptions every time someone asks. He's never taken his seer hood off of his face.

Back in the order of the godtiers, Forever befriends Baghera, and eventually her and Etoiles and Cellbit help him godtier. It's a whole event. Richas is having a blast.

Bobby dies, and Jaiden decides to godtier in order to get into the Federation's good graces, as well as out of guilt of feeling that if she were stronger and godtiered she could have saved him. Roier godtiers her.

AyPierre is godtiered in a tragic accident with one of his many machines. Etoiles helps pull him to his quest bed. He's a Thief of Space he has fun with it.

Foolish is the second to last person to godtier, and he is godtiered by Pomme by accident. He wanted his godtier to be as cool as possible, and somehow managed to not godtier by this point. It's just very him. He's down with the page pants.

Quackity is the final member to godtier. BBH kills ElQ at one end of the universe with the aid of Maximus. Slimecicle kills the regular QQ in one final duel.

At the end of the universe, the only people left alive and able to contact the rest of the sessions to never godtier are Wilbur and Maxo.

DanTDM disappears on the Land of Synapses and Static, never to be seen again, along with Turnip following soon after.

Luzu finds a glitch and is absorbed by it not long after he enters.

Nobody is really sure if Kameto godtiered or not.

MISCELLANEOUS NOTES

We're currently working on figuring out sprites for everyone, so hey! I might come back and add an update on that, but this post is so long my computer is lagging. I have a gaming laptop. It shouldn't be doing that. Here's some stuff on the sprites we do have + some misc notes.

Cellbit's flashlightkind is like how Kanaya's lipstick works. It's a chainsaw.

Spreen has Spreensprite, BBH has Skeppysprite, Missa has a sprite that is a mysterious skull sprited twice called Skullskullsprite, and Roier has his dog with a spiderman called Dogmansprite, and Jaiden has Arisprite, who's Miku & Ari combined :D (thanks icarus!)

It is 5 am as I finish typing this and queue it. I think I started typing this at 5 pm yesterday. Feel free to comment any thoughts you have or play around in this au! Also feel free to @ me if you do, either on my main mcyt blog (@etoilesbienne), or here!

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mcspirkevents · 9 months ago

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20 more days till Mcspirk Month 2024

McSpirk Month, what is it, and how does it work?

Mcspirk Month is a fandom event meant to celebrate the ship of McCoy/Spock/Kirk, in any and all forms. QPRs are valid, and celebrated here.

If you make something for Mcspirk month you can post it on tumblr and tag this blog (I'll reblog your works). You can also post it to the Ao3 collection, found here.

Mcspirk month 2024 begins March 1st. However you can post whenever you want. (If you find these prompt lists five years after the fact and still want to post to the collection, or tag this blog then go for it!)

Can I mix and match prompts?

Absolutely! If there's an NSFW prompt you want to write the most tooth-rotting, safe for work fluff with, then do it. The vice versa is also cool.

What are the Bonus prompts?

They are extra prompts. If there's a day with a prompt you don't like, you can switch it out with the bonus prompts. You could even combine them with other prompts if you want.

Below the cut will be written out list of the days and prompts. The NSFW list is below the cut.

SFW list of prompts:

Day 1: Forced Proximity

Day 2: Touch-starved

Day 3: Badass Power Throuple

Day 4: Hand Holding

Day 5: Hurt/Comfort

Day 6: Protective McCoy

Day 7: Going to a Planet Where They Have To Wear Silly Outfits

Day 8:Public Display of Affection

Day 9: Spock is a Hopeless Romantic

Day 10: Hands

Day 11: Shore Leave

Day 12: Vulnerability

Day 13: Time Loop

Day 14: Tarsus IV

Day 15: Fake Dating

Day 16: Lost the Ability to Speak

Day 17: McCoy Hurt with Spock and Kirk Comfort

Day 18: Jealous Bones

Day 19: Kirk is Missing, Presumed Dead

Day 20: Trans

Day 21: Academy Era

Day 22: Oblivious Scotty

Day 23: Reunion

Day 24: Temporary Blindness

Day 25: Temporary Awkward Ability

Day 26: Western AU

Day 27: Vacation Gone Awry

Day 28: Awkward Spock

Day 29: TOS/AOS Crossover

Day 30: Desperate Measures

Day 31: Insecurity

Bonus Prompt #1: Chekov discovers the truth

Bonus Prompt #2: Pining

Bonus Prompt #3: Nightmares

Bonus Prompt #4: Uhura helps them out

Here is the NSFW Prompt list:

NSFW list of prompts:

Day 1: Non-Human Genitalia

Day 2: Hands

Day 3: Only One Bed

Day 4: Pon Farr

Day 5: Against A Wall

Day 6: Vulcan Biology

Day 7: Hand Kink

Day 8: Finger Kink

Day 9: Telepathic Sex

Day 10: Double Penetration

Day 11: Fuck or Die

Day 12: Aliens Made them Do It

Day 13: Sex in a Three Way Body Swap

Day 14: Power Dynamics

Day 15: Uniform Kink

Day 16: Body Worship

Day 17: First Time Bottoming

Day 18: Oral Fixation

Day 19: Sex Toys

Day 20: Accidental Voyeurism

Day 21: Bondage

Day 22: Mirrorverse

Day 23: Teasing

Day 24: Alien Biology

Day 25: Praise Kink

Day 26: Expectations vs Reality

Day 27: Voyeurism

Day 28: Trying a New Toy

Day 29: Getting Interrupted

Day 30: Spitroasting

Day 31: Lab Desk

Bonus Prompt #1: Pet Names

Bonus Prompt #2: Body Hair

Bonus Prompt #3: Blindfolds

Bonus Prompt #4: Misuse of the bond

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bughugz · 9 months ago

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DNI minors, zoos, pedos, transphobes, homophobes, racists, eating disorder blogs, self harm blogs, cishet men, 'men dni' blogs, ableists, blank and ageless accounts there's probably more if any of these things are you or you give off a not good vibe or whatever i'll block you

hiiiii you can call me bug, bun, or wyrm! it doesn't much matter to me which of these you use for me i'm a 20 year old 2spirit gnc trans man i only use he/it pronouns (on t!) please perceive as like effeminate boyish and creaturelike with some sprinkling of cultural and spiritual context to confuse the masses i'm also neurodivergent and chronically ill please be patient with me and maybe use tone tags

i am in a very monogamous relationship with my owner @bugfuckz who i love to post about ! i am vry queer and t4t and you'll find me posting about attraction to all genders though !

dms and asks are open i love interacting with y'all always down for friendly chats but not interested in flirting or anything sexual in dms unless you intend to pay me (bughugz on venmo or cashapp) consent is valued i will not tolerate disrespect or unsolicited pics

i'm basically a subby bottom bitch boy the vast majority of the time who is occasionally feral and sadistic and will dom bottom if i feel like it i find more power in being the one receiving sooo yeah enjoy

kinks & limits + terminology and petnames + some stuff to get to know me outside of kink below cut:

key to my heart as a sub is petplay (mostly bunny sometimes puppy) but here is a way too long list of other things i like and may also post about in no particular order:

intox (420!)

cnc (might include uncensored use of the word rape)

overstimulation / edging

bondage / restraints

praise / degradation (not of looks)

crying

sadomasochist

dumbification

manhandling

impact play

spanking

breeding (not pregnancy)

biting / scratching

marking / bruising

free use / public play / anonymous sex etc

group sex / gangbangs / spit roasting etc

objectification !!!!

limits ie things i won't be posting about or engaging in for my safety and comfort but to each their own

abdl / ddlg / other variants

scat

beastiality

vomit

race play

oviposition/eggs

detrans / misgendering

etc

if you're curious to know more of my thoughts on something that is or is not here send me an ask or dm!!!

terminology and names for me include:

chest, tits, t/dick, cunt, hole (bunny, puppy, or boy prefixes are fine ie puppycunt, boytits, bunny hole)

bunny, puppy, mutt, bitch, angel, baby, good boy, love, slut, whore, (fuck)toy, pretty boy, sweetheart etc

i also like masc compliments and being called pretty! i honestly just i love most pet names i do not like little one, the word girl, or princess !!!

get to know me outside of kink:

i'm an herbalist and i love plants and ethnobotany especially

i'm in college slowly working towards an environmental science degree

i love bugs and crystals and anything miniature

i like cozy games and fashion and books

i'm a fiber artist and like to experiment with lots of different mediums and styles

i like to roller skate badly

exploring in nature is one of my favorite pastimes whether it's tide pooling or admiring all the little things in a small stretch of forest

this is 100% a horny blog and i will be spamming my silly horny and sometimes non horny thoughts so often that you might hate me not great with words mostly rambling. but please don't hesitate to try and befriend and get to know me and ask me about any of this stuff i like dms just so long as you're respectful i do have social anxiety so i may not dm first!

pics of me are tagged #wormy pics

audios of me are tagged #wormy audios

original text nsfw and sfw is all mostly lumped into #bun ramblings

asks are #wormyasks

anons: 🌸, 🦊, 👾,🪼,💀

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jojo-oliver · 1 year ago

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How to tumblr for artists… my own version

A collection of things that have been working for me, but may not work for everyone

~~~ your posts ~~~

!!!reblog your own stuff!!! you need to reblog your own stuff, there is nothing morally wrong with reblogging your own stuff regularly. in fact, it is morally right to allow the chance for more people to see your artwork.

~~~ queue it!! ~~~ my queue is 500 posts strong. maybe don't try to make your queue hundreds of posts strong in the same day omg but like… once every month or two i'll go through my whole blog and just scroll and "add to drafts" to every one of my own posts i have. then i'll use the "mass post editor" to add content warning tags. and add to queue, and shuffle. and then I write down what the date was for when I last added my posts to be reblogged on queue. this is helped by turning on timestamps for posts in tumblr "dashboard preferences" settings.

queueing is necessary and life saving for me. It takes out so much work with decision fatigue and the anxiety around posting. It also guarantees that even if I suddenly need time off or away from my phone, I don't just disappear and lose all traction. It also breaks the instant-gratification cycle that you expect when you finish an artwork. It's hard to keep creating when you post something and, when you're expecting to get that gratification, you get none... If you queue your new artwork to come out at a later time, you've separated that expectation - with time. It hurts less and contributes to a more consistent gratification thing instead of peaks and troughs.

~~~ tag ya stuff ~~~ when you're making a new post, the first 20 tags are what gets put into the searchable tags. do not feel shame for using lots of tags. shame is the mind-killer. tags are hard. hard to know what to tag a post with. hard to remember the tags. so I found some ways to help myself. maybe they'll help you too. dedicate some time towards just figuring out what tags you want to use. i have a list in my phone notes that i add tags to and reference whenever i'm making a new post. i have the phone right beside the laptop while i'm tagging so that i can just look at it and scroll. tags are the only way for people to find your artwork, other than people manually coming to your blog because they saw you somewhere. there is no algorithm. posting without tags, until you have an established fanbase, is throwing something into the void.

When I'm doing tag research, I look at what people seem to use - when you put something in the search bar, tumblr recommends you some that have a higher following, typically. Looks like this on desktop:

if you like one tag, look at what other people who use that tag also tag their posts with. Observe and learn how this tag is used. search through a bunch of them and write them down.

here's what i got in my notes, for the specific kind of art I post and look for:

these tags are sort of specific to me and the kind of art I make. You'll want to research your own tags, but this is an example of how I keep them organized to make posting more effective. I generally only write down a tag when it's got more than 2k followers. You might be tempted to use the tags with millions of followers, but I've actually found those a lot less functional for small artists. If your stuff doesn't immediately get a bunch of notifications, you're drowned out and pushed to the bottom much faster. But the bigger tags are better than no tags, so I keep them if I can't think of anything else to tag something with.

~~~ post at the right times….? ~~~

fridays and saturdays is when I post fresh new things... usually. every website has it's own peak hours, and you can find those hours in many different online articles that try to sell you social media growth services. tumblr is unique in having later hours.

here's some random graph from google images:

please don't over think this. please don't let this consume the idea of when to post, preventing you from posting at all. it doesn't mean too much - if you post during very active hours, maybe your art would just be pushed down the feed faster. if you post at the end of hours, maybe everyone's going to sleep… if you post at inactive hours, maybe there's less 'competition'… if you post at the beginning of active hours, maybe that's just more time for your post to circulate for the day, if you have enough people reblogging it once it drops....

this also is in EST. So fuck the other time zones, I guess. I'm over here in europe knowing that the "best" time to post would be like 2-3am or something. It's like this for most english-speaking majority sites - higher traffic in north american time zones.

it's also worth mentioning that this is scattered as heck, compared to other social media sites. and it's not like, the activity times of your followers. it's not the best time to post for your niche. this is just tumblr, broadly. all of tumblr.

~~~ Plan ahead for annual dates ~~~

Your artwork will get more circulation if it's posted on a celebratory day. You could just put them on your calendar and if you're wondering what to make, look on the calendar for what's coming soon. For example, asexual awareness day, trans day of visibility, location-specific holidays, etc. Here's my phone notes thing with my own recorded annuals:

I got these dates from googling and reading different articles, but I find that I still miss dates, and then I add them for next year. If you know of some I missed, tell me and I'll add them please <3

~~~ reblog other people's stuff ~~~

tumblr is sorta about ecosystems. things get passed around within groups of people that are all following eachother. to enter this ecosystem, you must engage and reblog other people's stuff too.

if you reblog other artists' stuff, sometimes they'll come over and reblog your stuff too. sometimes they'll follow you back. this is called becoming a mutual. I'll search specific tags for the kinds of people I want to follow and the kind of art I like - those are listed in the screenshot of my tag note under "Tags for finding new people".

I see a lot of blogs out there that are very clean, posts are tagless, and are only for the artists' content. like scrolling through a portfolio. I imagine this is good for people who are migrating to tumblr but already have their own established fanbase from elsewhere.

you don't need to do reblog other people's stuff on your art blog, you can do this on a separate blog. but if the two don't look very closely correlated, it's hard to tell who you are when you're interacting. and hard to make sure people know that you are the same person as your art blog. and you gotta remember to promote yourself on your personal blog.

~~~ have an art tag ~~~

make your blog easy to search!

if i go to your blog, and you've written 'artist' or 'sometimes art' in your bio, i wanna see it… it make me so sad when i don't get to see it. i want to reblog it. please let me reblog it :(

to make a tag on your own blog searchable, you don't need to repost it to add a tag. you don't even need to reblog it. you can actually just go back to the original post and edit it to add your tag. I've seen post people just have their art tag be something like #(blogname)art . you can see my own in my tags image above. if it's very unique, then it'll work tumblr-wide. I think that's good, since the tumblr search function is really weird. Otherwise it should still work if it's not entirely unique, people just have to make sure they're searching specifically your blog to see only your stuff.

I like to have a link in my pinned post where people can click to have immediately searched for my art tag. Convenience is king. Keep in mind that most people are on mobile, and if something isn't immediately clickable, they often won't find it.

~~~ be consistent and be patient ~~~

!!!this time will pass anyway!!! how many notes you have is not correlated with how good you are as an artist. wanting to earn something from your art means you essentially have two jobs. two potentially full time jobs. this shit's difficult. most of the job is promoting yourself. don't undersell how hard it is to do… don't feel bad for not immediately succeeding. I would write about how hard it's been to promote myself, but it would just be long and sad I think.

This isn't a full guide, please feel free to add more!!

I'm sure in another year I'll disagree with a lot of this, it will become irrelevant with time, and I'll have a lot of different opinions. Chip in and share what you've been doing? Teach me? This is very overwhelming. Don't do it all at once, just like, try one thing at a time, and see how it works for you. Your niche might be different. One size does not fit all. If you're confused about some of the things I talk about in here, you might be on mobile. I do most of my queueing and posting from the desktop browser version.

I will update this with more as things change, but I think you'll have to click through to see the updated post

#pinned #beginner artist #small artist #queer artist #trans artist #artists on tumblr #artist support #artistsupport #new artist #art blog #art on tumblr #lgbt artist #lgbtq artist

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shyhandart · 9 months ago

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Commissions Closed!

Thank you for your interest! Heres what you need to know:

I Will do:

Humans/Humanoids (object heads/elves/mermaids/etc)

Anthros

Ferals

Ponies

cannon x oc or self ship

fanart

complex/detailed designs

and more!

I will not do:

nsfw

rude/offensive gestures

hateful or bigoted art

Maybe:

• Gore (depends)

I maintain the right to turn down any commission for any reason

Pricing

I currently accept PayPal and Cashapp only. All prices are in USD

Full bodies:

Flat color: $50

Shaded: $65

Colored lineart: +$10

Half bodies:

Flat color: $35

Shaded: $45

Colored lineart: +$8

Busts:

Flat color: $20

Shaded: $25

Colored lineart: +$5

Each additional character is +50% of the base price*

*(except for busts, which are +75%)

If you have an idea for something not listed here, please ask!

Backgrounds

I have recently changed my tune about backgrounds. If you would like a background, let me know and i will tell you if i think im up to it. Complex backgrounds are a fee of +%50 as they take a lot of time. If you have multiple characters, the background price is calculated AFTER the price of the additional characters. It is up to me to decide what a complex background is.

Simple/abstract backgrounds remain free of charge. If i think a work would benefit from it, i will put a solid or swirly colored shape behind it and send you a version with and without the background so you can decide which you like better. You may request a basic background on your own.

TOS:

I retain the right to post your completed piece to any of my social medias to use as an example of my work and a testament to my reliability. I will credit you when I do.

All payments are non-refundable unless for some reason i am unable to finish your piece, or we get part way through the process and i feel that i am unable to do your character(s) justice.

You MAY:

Post your completed piece wherever you please WITH appropriate credit by either linking my page or simply stating my name and platform.

edit my art in regards to cropping for profile pictures, adding an overlay to fit a theme, and resizing to fit a platform better

You may NOT:

feed my hard work to ai

use it for anything NFT related

claim it as your own

remove my watermarks

use it commercially

What is the process?

It's pretty simple! Send me a dm with a photo of your character(s) and tell me what you'd like. Let me know if you need a few days to get the money, or if there's a time constraint (like if the piece is a birthday or holiday gift). If you don't have an idea for a pose, please include a brief description of their personality. If there's characters interacting, let me know their relationship to one another and their dynamic.

I will respond with a price and if you're ok with proceeding I will mock up a vague sketch so you can get an idea of what it would look like. This will be watermarked and it will not even be very recognizable as your character. That's because I have been scammed and ghosted in the past, even with a very rough and watermarked sketch.

After that you will send 100% of the payment in order for me to proceed. Do not send payment via friends and family. I don't want to be banned from paypal lol

I work on a first come first serve basis, but i may work on a piece while waiting for approval on another. I will let you know if there is someone ahead of you. Once payment is received i will message you frequently with updates and for approval. Once lineart is finalized, i will update less often in order to creater a better final reveal. Your final piece will already be glazed to fight against ai stealing my style.

Depending on my life circumstances, this whole process could take from 1-3 days up to a month. The later is very unlikely, and i will message you with updates if i feel i am taking too long.

Examples of my work:

These are simply commissions that ive done in the past! I have many more examples of personal art on my blog

top to bottom: Bunyo and Sasha who belong to @/ilikecorndogs, Honey who belongs to to @/mei, and Solace who belongs to @/sundryd

#art #digital art #mlp #commissions #open commissions #furry comissions #furry art #artists on tumblr

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sailoryooons · 1 year ago

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Shadow | myg x pjm (m)

❀ Pairing: Faerie!Guard Yoongi x Faerie!Prince Jimin

❀ Summary: Yoongi’s life has been sworn to Jimin’s since the moment he was born. He was bred, crafted and trained to be Jimin’s shadow, his greatest protector. Jimin loves just how much Yoongi can never refuse him.

❀ Word Count: 6,539

❀ Genre: Dark fantasy

❀ Rating: 18+ anyone discovered to be interacting with this content under 18 will be immediately blocked from this blog.

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, toxic relationship, allusions to abuse, references to Jimin hurting Yoongi multiple times in the past, references to Yoongi only existing for Jimin, references to Jimin’s masochism, power dynamics, predator/prey, chasing, sadism/masochism relationship, rough sex in the literal dirt, Yoongi being referred to/treated like an object, blood play, biting/licking, spit play, humiliation, pain play, orgasm control, unprotected anal sex, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, bottom Yoongi/top Jimin, Jimin threatens various types of bodily harm to Yoongi, Yoongi Has Zero Self Preservation sometimes, there is reference to Jimin cutting a chunk out of Yoongi previously Ed Gein style, allusions to subspace and subdrop if you really really squint, zero aftercare. This content is marked as Dead Dove.

❀ Published: August 20, 2023 (originally)

❀ A/N: This is a repost from Hali After Dark that was done as a filled request and is a part of merging the few selected items I had there, over here. I will not make a habit of moving any other mem x mem works over to this blog, but because this was a requested item from a mutual, I didn't want it to vanish when I deleted HAD. I DO NOT DO TAG LISTS FOR DD CONTENT.

❀ A/N 2: If mem x mem isn't your thing - literally just don't read it. It is that easy. This is not me being a shipper - it is fiction and I do not believe in shipping people in a real-life setting. Thanks.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Yoongi doesn’t want to be here. The breeze has an icy bite to it, filling the boughs of the trees with wind as it sweeps through the forest. He pulls his cloak tighter, dragging his gaze around the shadowed wood. This late in the evening, everything is cast in an eerie black-green light. There’s no sign of anything worth hunting, which Yoongi told Jimin several times.

There’s no telling Jimin no. The prince is as stubborn as he is vindictive, a lethal combination for Yoongi who has grown up at his side. The more Yoongi says no, the more Jimin says yes. The more Yoongi tries to use reverse psychology, the worse Jimin makes it.

Jimin is a prince with gluttonous tastes. He likes to take but never give, to force but never ask. As a child, Yoongi often wondered what had to have been wrong with Jimin to make him this way. As an adult, Yoongi knows that Jimin is far more complex and haunted than the prince would ever reveal.

Still, nights like tonight remind Yoongi that he is often the subject of Jimin’s attention. Being sworn to him has always meant that Yoongi’s life was Jimin’s to own and command. He just didn’t expect the prince to enjoy it so much.

“You’re mad at me,” Jimin sighs, looking over at Yoongi. “Why are you mad at me, Shadow?”

Yoongi grinds his teeth. Jimin is the only person who manages to get under Yoongi’s skin. As Jimin’s personal guard, it’s his duty to protect the prince at every moment, against every enemy, and at any cost, including his life. What he had not anticipated was most of the threats made to his well-being came from Jimin himself.

He looks Jimin up and down. He’s in all black this evening, his clothes tight-fitted for hunting. There’s a spiked, silver necklace around Jimin’s neck, the only sign that he’s of renown in the Court of Thorns. His dark hair is damp from riding through heavy mists when leaving the castle, hanging limp in his beautiful face.

Jimin has always been the most beautiful faerie Yoongi has ever seen. He has high cheekbones and an angular jaw, his siren eyes dark and gaze heady. With lips like pillows and rounded cheeks, Jimin shifts between looking sweet and lethal on command, wielding his unearthly face to his advantage.

Countless fae have fallen to that face. There’s no one who can say no to Jimin, especially when he purrs in their ear in his velvet soft voice, the smell of his honey and mint irresistible. Even Yoongi has a hard time saying no at that point, which delights Jimin more than anything else.

“I’m not mad,” Yoongi finally says. He chooses each word carefully, each conversation with Jimin a well-choreographed dance. “We’ve been out here a long time and I did not rest well last night.”

“Hmm, I should report back to Namjoon to let him know the palace’s most prized guard is tired.” Yoongi’s face remains impassive. Jimin isn’t going to report Yoongi to the head soldier and he knows that Jimin knows Yoongi isn’t tired. “Perhaps they’ll whip you for your inability to perform your best.”

“As they should.”

“Would you like that, Shadow?” Yoongi’s hands squeeze the reins of his horse at the nickname. Jimin has called him that since they were boys in school together, rubbing it in Yoongi’s face that his sole purpose in life was to be Jimin’s shadow and protector, nothing more. “Want to be whipped in front of your peers?”

“If it’s what I deserve.”

Jimin stops his horse. Yoongi sighs and pulls on the reins, stopping so that he’s in front of Jimin and facing him. The prince’s bottom lip juts out and he bats his lashes as he crosses his arms. Yoongi’s eye twitches in annoyance. Jimin does look cute when he makes that face, but Yoongi knows better.

“You’re being annoying.”

Yoongi bows his head. “I apologize, my prince.”

A scowl contorts Jimin’s face. In a flash he’s gone from pleading prince to twisted faerie, his eyes darkening and jaw ticking as he regards Yoongi. Jimin remains silent and Yoongi can almost see the wheels turning in Jimin’s mind. This is when Jimin is most dangerous. Yoongi knows he’s coming up with his next move, wavering between violence and jesting.

For his entire life, Jimin has been unpredictable. He has killed in the middle of telling a joke, he has kissed Yoongi square on the mouth in the middle of punishing him, and he has laughed in the middle of crying. He is made up of conflicting emotions, two sides trying to gain the upper hand. It’s often a tossup of which side will win, but after a hundred years together, Yoongi can usually predict which Jimin he is going to get.

Today, Jimin has driven Yoongi out into the cold evening, demanding a hunt. He wasn’t playful about it, commanding the guard with the steel that the prince so rarely uses. The ride from the castle, through the briars, and into the wood was silent, Jimin’s mood dark and hard to read.

Yoongi thinks about the day before, when Jimin returned from a meeting with the king and queen, a laceration still healing near his eye. Today, it’s pink and nearly gone, a shallow wound for what is sure to be a shallow reason. The queen's desire for pain is not like Jimin’s. There are no rules to her indulgence in pain and violence, no laws by which she operates.

Now, as Yoongi watches Jimin, he sees a twitch in the prince's mouth. Yoongi’s stomach flips, knowing that his neutrality to Jimin’s mood has pushed the prince from sour to angry, and angry to sadistic.

“You didn’t want to come hunting today, Yoongi?” Yoongi grimaces. The use of his formal name sets off alarms. Yoongi licks his lips, trying to think on his feet, trying to work out the right answer. He doesn’t know where Jimin is going with this, but he can see the cunning in the prince’s face. “Speak, guard.”

“There is nothing to hunt, my prince. Anything worth hunting is in hibernation.”

“Get off your horse.”

Yoongi pauses. “What?”

“Get off your horse.”

Heavy with trepidation, Yoongi slowly dismounts. The leather of the saddle squeaks under the shifting of his weight and his horse chews on the metal bit, the sound of grinding loud in Yoongi’s ears. He lets go of the mare and then steps away from it, looking up at Jimin.

“There.” Jimin points at Yoongi with a slash of a grin. Yoongi doesn’t understand, furrowing his brows and shrugging as if to ask what Jimin means. The prince’s grin spreads and the hairs on Yoongi’s arm rise, a tingle spreading down them. “Something worth hunting.”

Fuck. Yoongi realizes his mistake, clenching and unclenching his fists as Jimin drops the hand pointing at him, pulling the heavy crossbow from the saddle. Jimin sets the weapon across his lap and pats the top of it happily, looking up at Yoongi with his brows raised.

“Well,” Jimin urges. “I’ll give you ten minutes. Go on.”

Swearing under his breath, Yoongi pulls his cloak off and tosses it on the horse. Jimin laughs as Yoongi tucks his silver necklaces into the collar of his shirt to dampen the noise as he throws Jimin a scathing look before taking off. Jimin gives a shout of glee as he watches Yoongi tear off to the west, moving toward the castle at a diagonal angle.

Yoongi’s mind jumps into action as he runs. He’s fast. It’s colder now as evening turns into night. The air he breathes in is winter-sharp and the mist has made the ground damp and slippery beneath his feet. Yoongi can easily run over a mile in ten minutes. They’re at least seven miles from the briar wall, which Yoongi would reach faster if he ran straight back the way they came.

Jimin will surely catch him if he goes straight back, though. Yoongi’s goal is to put as much distance between him and Jimin as possible. Jimin, of course, has horses. Distance doesn’t mean much when Yoongi is at such a disadvantage, but the west of the woods is filled with gullies and dells, much harder to navigate on horseback.

As he runs, Yoongi is careful not to leave tracks. He is light-footed, even for a faerie. Most of his life was spent learning weapons skills, behavioral analysis, and court politics. He’s not much for espionage or assassin business, but Yoongi was trained by Hoseok for enough years to develop skills in the art of not being found, and for being hard to trace.

Every one of those skills comes back to him now. He’s careful not to let the fabric of his clothes snag on trees. When he approaches dips in the land, he pauses to walk down them instead of sliding. He knows this eats away at his time to escape, but the evidence of his direction is worse than precious seconds lost to carefully picking his way downward.

There is also the possibility it’s all for nothing. Jimin is one of the finest hunters in the court. His lack of interest in scanning their surroundings as they rode and not following hunting trails should have been the first sign that Jimin was off today. Yoongi had been so focused on trying to ignore Jimin’s prickly mood that he hadn’t gleaned Jimin’s purpose.

Ten minutes pass. Yoongi is well into his run, lungs full of cold air, mind focused only on getting to the briar wall. Jimin, of course, has not said when this chase ends. There is no guarantee that Yoongi will be safe once he reaches the briars, but Jimin’s games always have rules.

The most important rule is that he doesn’t do this to Yoongi in public. Above all else, the prince is smart. It does him a disservice to embarrass his personal guard in front of anyone, lest they think Yoongi is weak and by association, Jimin.

Power is what makes the world go round in the Court of Thorns. Everyone Jimin comes in contact with is a reflection of the prince, who should be like a thorn: beautiful, but deadly. Yoongi must be fatal and strong. It serves Jimin no purpose to subject Yoongi to his madness where eyes can see, so the prince keeps these deviances in the shadows.

It’s this most important rule that Yoongi clings to as he runs for the briars, which are visible from the castle towers. By now, Jimin has begun his chase. Yoongi feels Jimin’s aura like iron pressing down on his senses, burning and eating away at his magic the more he thinks about the prince.

Minutes tick by. Yoongi is not yet tired, driven by adrenaline and a little bit of a thrill. Hot energy courses through him. He wonders if he can outrun Jimin and get out of the woods before the prince finds him. He smiles thinking about Jimin’s face if he beats him.

What bothers Jimin most in the world is losing to Yoongi. In the rare instances that Yoongi outsmarts Jimin or slips from his snare, the prince is venomous for days. It’s worse when Jimin fails to get a rise from the guard, no matter how much the prince goads him. Yoongi’s apathy has earned him more pain and rage-laced pleasure from Jimin than anything else he does.

“Run faster, Shadow!” Jimin’s shrill voice echoes in the wind.

Yoongi pulls up short, turning to look over his shoulder. He has perfect vision, even at night, but Jimin is nowhere to be found. He slows his breathing and closes his eyes, focusing on the sounds of the forest. He can make out normal sounds of crickets chirping and rabbits scampering back to their nests, but there’s no sound of hoofbeats.

A metallic click followed by whistling catches his ears. Yoongi inhales sharply and manages to step back just in time as a bolt fired from the dark of the forest whistles by him and hits the tree behind him. The arrow doesn’t go in far, which means Jimin took the shot from a distance. It also means Jimin is on his feet, and difficult terrain means nothing now.

Cursing, Yoongi takes off again. Jimin’s laughter seems to echo around him, chilling him to the bone. He loses his grip on fear as he moves north instead of northwest at an angle. He no longer cares about tripping Jimin up. Yoongi needs the path of least resistance, jumping over fallen trees as a frantic energy thrums through him.

He doesn’t know what the rules of this game are. He doesn’t know what limitations are on the table, if Jimin is willing to maim him or kill him. Yoongi never knows, and it makes it all the more terrifying when he can’t come up with a sure answer. All he knows is that Jimin hasn’t killed him yet.

Yet.

As if sensing his thoughts, he hears Jimin fire the crossbow again. Yoongi ducks as the arrow shoots wide and over his head, vanishing in the misty night. He swallows, sensing that the arrow had been aimed to kill. Anger flares through him and he tamps it down. No matter how angry he gets, Yoongi doesn’t fight back. Not earnestly anyway. And at least he knows a new rule: killing and maiming are possible.

Yoongi’s life shouldn’t be this. The thought slips in between his focus on running and sliding under fallen trees. He’s one of the best fighters in the Court of Thorns and he is unnaturally intelligent. He should have a higher position at court than being the shield to a bloodthirsty brat, but Yoongi has bent and broken to the whims of Jimin for years now.

What’s another hunt through the woods in the face of hundreds of other games?

Part of him loves it. If Yoongi wanted to turn around and let Jimin pick him off, he could. He flirts with the idea of pausing his run. Of stopping in his tracks and waiting to see if it’ll happen, if Jimin will put the arrow through an eye socket.

Yet he keeps running because he knows that Jimin will keep chasing. Jimin has always chased Yoongi, a cat who can’t leave and let its dinner die yet. Jimin gives Yoongi special attention, and it makes Yoongi preen. No one else gets this. No one else is the sole object of Jimin’s ruthless attention.

When they were younger, the queen thought that it was unseemly for the prince to be so obsessed with his guard. Jimin couldn’t leave Yoongi alone, pinching him on the soft of his thighs, cornering him and demanding to teach Jimin how to kiss, ordering Yoongi to stand outside of Jimin’s chambers while he fucked other courtiers, learning the arts of the bedroom, murdering anyone who so much as brushed an arm against Yoongi.

It keeps Yoongi guessing. He never knows what the day will bring, the Jimin who covets him or the Jimin who tortures him. Sometimes, it’s a mix of both, which is Yoongi’s personal preference.

An arrow whistles. Yoongi steps to the side, but just barely. He feels the sting of the arrowhead grace his cheek, opening up a shallow cut. It doesn’t hurt much, but it does startle him. His foot catches a root and Yoongi shouts as he trips, sliding downhill into a dell as he goes.

Leaves and damp earth make his descent fast. As soon as he falls, he’s at the bottom, buried in leaves and surrounded by the scene of earth and pine. The ground is cold, leaching him of his warmth as he gets up to his knees. He could use magic to warm himself, but it makes him easier to find, his energy light a beacon to the magic-sensitive prince hunting him.

The crank of the crossbow makes Yoongi freeze mid-recovery. He looks up the hill to where Jimin stands at the top, weapon aimed at him. Yoongi’s heart pounds in his chest. Jimin is small and built like a panther, all sleek angles and muscles. He doesn’t blink, staring down at Yoongi, a small finger on the trigger.

This is what the god of death looks like, Yoongi thinks. Jimin is in all black, a terrible cruelty on his face. Suddenly Yoongi feels like the ant underneath Jimin’s boot. He only knows fear in moments like this, where Jimin’s eyes are so black that Yoongi thinks he will fall into Jimin’s gaze and let it swallow him whole.

Yoongi thinks he’s going to do it. It was always going to end like this anyway. Yoongi knew it would always be Jimin who killed him when Yoongi lost one of Jimin’s games or finally failed to entertain the prince. This tortuous cycle has a shelf life, and every road leads to Jimin finally doing it, finally pushing Yoongi over the edge.

Instead of firing the crossbow, Jimin grins wickedly and lowers it, tossing it to the side. The weapon clatters heavily. No sooner than Jimin disarms himself is Yoongi running away. The prince snarls and takes off after him, swearing.

“You little bitch!” Jimin seethes, sliding down into the dell behind Yoongi. “I’ll put you down like a fucking dog!”

Jimin is not heavy or large like Namjoon, but he’s fast and strong. When he tackles Yoongi at the waist, Yoongi feels a bone crack. He doesn’t know where in his body the break is, but pain makes his vision flash as they slam to the ground, Jimin moving to pin him immediately. As delicate as Jimin looks, he’s still a warrior with years of training with Namjoon, a beautiful weapon but lethal all the same.

Yoongi goes down face first. The shock of the pain makes his ears ring, the air leaving his lungs. He gasps and gets all leaves and dirt into his mouth as he maneuvers his arms from under him, intending to push upward to throw Jimin off. Jimin growls and digs his knee into Yoongi’s back, pressing down right on the spine as he reaches forward to pin both of Yoongi’s hands to the ground.

Rearing his head back, Yoongi connects with Jimin’s face. The prince lets out a loud noise and Yoongi grins, wriggling under Jimin in hopes that the pain blinds him long enough for Yoongi to work a hand free.

Jimin’s nails dig into the top of Yoongi’s hands, biting sharply into his skin. “Cease, Shadow. You’ve lost.”

The fight leaves Yoongi immediately. He’s entirely boneless, a puppet waiting for its master to pull his string. Jimin puts all of his weight on the knee pressing on Yoongi’s back, making the guard wince. Jimin’s kneecap is agony against Yoongi’s spine, pressing the air out of him slowly as Jimin lets Yoongi suffer against the ground.

Finally, his weight shifts. Jimin straddles Yoongi’s waist, still holding Yoongi’s wrists to the ground as he lowers his face, panting against the side of Yoongi’s face. The guard feels a shiver go through him, Jimin’s breath is hot as his tongue snakes out to brush against the shell of Yoongi’s ear.

“Much better than a stag,” Jimin whispers, voice like velvet and smoke. He nips at Yoongi’s lobe, teeth sharp against the soft skin. “What should I do with my prize, hmm?”

One of Jimin’s hands lets go of Yoongi’s wrist. Jimin’s touch is delicate and slow, dragging his fingers up Yoongi’s sleeved arm. Even through the fabric, Yoongi can feel Jimin’s hot touch, chasing away the cold of the ground. He squirms and Jimin bites Yoongi’s cheek hard. He goes still and Jimin licks the fresh teeth marks, the ache in Yoongi’s cheek immediate.

“Should I take your body and mount you on the wall?” Jimin’s hand reaches Yoongi’s shoulder and dips down to grab his face, turning him to the side. Yoongi looks at Jimin from the corner of his eye, but he can only see dark hair as Jimin presses his lips to the corner of Yoongi’s mouth and asks, “Or should I just… mount you?”

Yoongi trembles as the prince’s tongue snakes out to lick messily from the corner of Yoongi’s mouth towards the bleeding, burning cut on his cheek. Jimin tsks, running his tongue over the cut. Yoongi wines, the rough drag of Jimin’s done making it burn more. Jimin ignores him, tongue laving back and forth over the wound, the tip of his tongue prodding.

“Did I hurt you?” Jimin coos. He speaks with his mouth pressed to Yoongi’s skin, smearing spit and blood. The switch from threatening to endearing makes Yoongi’s head spin. He is no longer a lethal guard of the Court of Thorns. He’s Jimin’s plaything. “I’m sorry, Shadow. Your face is so pretty, I shouldn’t do anything to harm it.”

“It’s not deep.”

“Hmmm.” Jimin presses sloppy, spit-slick kisses down Yoongi’s jaw. Yoongi closes his eyes, letting the prince do what he wants. All instinct to fight has left, leaving only a blank canvas for Jimin to paint. “You’re right, Shadow. It’s a very shallow wound. You can take so much more pain than that, can’t you?”

Yoongi nods. “Speak, Shadow,” Jimin commands.

“Yes, my prince. I can take more than that.”

“Of course you can. You’re made for me. Designed for me. You can take what I give you, can’t you?”

“Yes.”

Jimin bites Yoongi’s jaw, his sharp canines pinching soft skin. Yoongi’s fingers dig into the soft ground. “You bleed when I want you to, you take it when I want you to.”

Jimin’s scent makes Yoongi too dizzy to reply. His body blazes as Jimin pulls at Yoongi’s clothes, his hands greedy. Jimin mouths at Yoongi’s neck, his jaw. Yoongi’s breathing is unsteady, unable to string together enough thought to help Jimin take Yoongi’s shirt off.

The craving to be pinned down and marked over and over until his skin can’t take it and until there is nothing left swells. The shame of Yoongi letting himself be used like this is white-hot, but the pride of being Jimin’s prized possession soothes the burn.

“Mine,” Jimin growls as he reaches into Yoongi’s pants, gripping Yoongi’s already hard and throbbing cock. He bites Yoongi’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Yoongi succumbs to the pleasure, his hips canting in the dirt, the pain shooting him into deliria as Jimin continues to tongue at him. “My Shadow.”

Jimin’s hands aren’t gentle. He squeezes the base of Yoongi’s shaft firmly, slowly stroking upward. The friction between Yoongi’s stomach and the ground isn’t pleasant but isn’t terrible as Jimin sucks at Yoongi’s neck, mouth taking whatever the prince wants.

“Get up on your knees,” Jimin whispers, removing his hand from Yoongi’s cock. He gets off of Yoongi, giving the guard space to move.

Every limb feels like lead as he does. It feels like the world has flipped upside down, making Yoongi unsteady as he gets on his hands and knees. Cool air kisses his skin, making the laceration on his cheek and bite on his shoulder burn. The pain only spurs the pleasure further.

“Take your pants off,” Jimin says. He doesn’t touch Yoongi, happy to watch the guard fumble on unbalanced limbs. “Do it right or I’ll skin you like a fucking bear and bring you back to the seamstress to fashion myself a new coat.”

Yoongi can’t tell if the threat is empty or not. He thinks about the time that Jimin cut a small rectangle out of Yoongi’s thigh to give to the tanners to turn it into a small coin pouch. The coin pouch is probably still tied to Jimin’s belt now as Yoongi sits up high on his knees and unbuckles his breeches, taking them down with trembling hands.

Free of his pants, he dares a look over his shoulder at Jimin. The prince is shirtless, his perfect skin gleaming in the haunting moonlight filtering through the trees. Jimin is a testament to his father’s heritage from the Court of Moons, an ethereal creature stitched with moonbeam threads and filled with shadow watercolors.

Beautiful. Cruel. Hateful. Affectionate.

Yoongi can’t ever recall where it felt like Jimin loved him. Cherished him and admired him like a beautiful piece of porcelain, perhaps. Mistified and awed, even, when he could break Yoongi down and mold him into any shape he wanted, like clay.

Now, his gaze is thunderous. His pupils are blown wide, and when a cloud reveals the moon in full, Jimin looks like a demon from the worst of Yoongi’s nightmares. Still, Yoongi doesn’t run. He turns to face forward, slowly bending over until his elbows are on the cool earth, his ass up in the air.

Yoongi’s cock is heavy between his legs. The first time Jimin worked him up like this, Yoongi had been a shell of himself for days. Didn’t know what to do with the knowledge that being broken and split open into something that felt less than sentient made his arousal swell.

Jimin’s nails scrape against the curves of Yoongi’s ass. He sucks in a sharp breath. Goosebumps spread on his skin, his entire spine tingling as Jimin’s nails turn to claws, prying him open and digging into the softness of him.

Cool wind makes Yoongi clench. Jimin tuts and shuffles closer to Yoongi. The heat of his body is against the back of Yoongi’s thighs, the contrast of hot and cold making Yoongi spin. When cool spit hits the edge of Yoongi’s rim, he moans audibly. He feels the slide of Jimin’s saliva drip further down his ass. Yoongi’s breath comes out in pants and Jimin’s nails dig in.

“This is mine,” Jimin mutters. Yoongi can barely hear him over the beating of his own heart and the roaring of blood in his ears. He scarcely notices the way his cock aches, beads of precum oozing from the tip as Jimin blows air onto the thigh ring of muscles. “Hmm. You’re all tight, Shadow. You gonna let me in, huh?”

Yoongi nods. His head drops and presses against the earth. He smells damp leaves, sweat and Jimin’s honeysuckle scent, too sweet for the demon it belongs to. “Yes, my prince.”

Jimin spits in Yoongi’s hole again. Yoongi bites his bottom lip, trying to control himself. All he wants to do is press his hips back. If he does that, he won’t get fucked at all. He has to be the perfect little puppet, only doing what Jimin asks, speaking only when told.

One of Jimin’s hands dips between Yoongi’s cheeks. He tries not to sigh when Jimin presses a finger against his rim, the pressure so good. Jimin plays with Yoongi’s asshole, tracing the edge before pressing his finger in just a little. It’s both heaven and hell, the intrusion such a relief that Yoongi doesn’t hear what Jimin asks him.

He immediately regrets letting himself drift too far. Jimin bites Yoongi’s ass cheek so hard that Yoongi screams, rearing back his head. In Yoongi’s experience, there are two levels of pain he receives at the hands of Jimin: good pain and scary pain. Jimin’s bite verges on the edge of scary pain, punishment for not answering and a warning that next time, he’ll take flesh.

“I said,” Jimin growls. “To lay all the way down with your hands out in front of you.”

Yoongi complies immediately. Gone is the guard who commands Jimin’s entire personal security team. The sword-wielding warrior who has killed in wars, in protection for Jimin, and for petty squabbles is nowhere to be found.

In his place is a pliable medium. Pressed entirely flat on the ground, knees high, face in the dirt. He lays his hands out in front of him, clasping them there. It’s comforting to hold onto something, even if it’s just his own hands.

Pleasure expands in Yoongi’s stomach as Jimin begins to work his fingers in properly. The stretch makes the eyes roll back in Yoongi’s head. He tries not to get too lost in the feeling, remembering to be on edge for Jimin asking a question or telling him to do something. It keeps Yoongi right on the cusp of insanity, a difficult and rewarding task as he fights succumbing to the way blood rushes through him.

Fuck he wants to cum. Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek, drawing blood as Jimin works his fingers in Yoongi's ass, the press so good. Jimin firmly brushes up against Yoongi’s prostate, making him go dumb. Yoongi’s mouth is slack as he pants, knees and thighs trembling, keeping his ass in the same exact spot for Jimin.

“Look at you,” Jimin coos. “What would everyone think if they knew my personal guard was such a little fuck toy? If they knew he was incapable of doing anything but submitting?”

The question is rhetorical. Yoongi always plays a guessing game of when Jimin wants a response, but this one, he knows.

Jimin fucks Yoongi with his fingers harder, stretching him open. Yoongi whines, feels pleasure cresting to an unbearable amount as Jimin hammers Yoongi’s prostate. The prince laughs, not giving Yoongi the command to come, but rather watching the guard fight it instead. Yoongi’s muscles lock up as he resists the urge to squirm. He stops breathing, squeezing his eyes shut, jaw clenched as he fights it, trying to think of anything but the fact that he’s so close to his orgasm he could die.

If Jimin keeps going, Yoongi’s going to come. If Yoongi comes without Jimin explicitly telling him to, Yoongi is going to experience the scary pain.

Every nerve in Yoongi’s body feels on fire. It feels like he’s burning, burning, burning, like he’s never going to stop. He tastes the iron and salt of blood in his mouth as he bites through his cheek, feels the way his heart hammers in his ribcage, and starts to shake so much that Yoongi thinks he’s going to come out of his skin.

Yoongi realizes Jimin isn’t going to give him permission. The weight of reality crushes him. Yoongi begins to sob into the dirt, trying to hang on to any shred of control he has. Jimin wants him to come without permission, wants to unleash hell on him. Yoongi claws at the dirt, desperately trying not to cave, to let Jimin milk it out of him.

Jimin’s warm mouth presses to the back of Yoongi’s neck. He puts his weight on Yoongi, smothering him, keeping him still. Yoongi thinks this is it, this is when he lets go. He prepares for the oncoming violence like a storm in the distance.

And then Jimin tells him to come. Yoongi’s brows scrunch together. He opens his eyes, trying to look at Jimin. He can’t see the prince’s face, but Jimin must sense Yoongi’s confusion. “Don’t make me tell you again,” Jimin murmurs against Yoongi’s neck.

It’s like a damn breaking. Yoongi shatters, coming hard. His entire body seizes up, the sound coming out of his throat guttural and loud. His vision pulses black on the edges and he closes his eyes, squeezing them hard as an explosion of colors flashes behind his eyelids.

He can’t think. He can’t breathe. He succumbs to the sensation, pins and needles taking over as he shakes through the last of his orgasm. He is somewhat aware of Jimin behind him, pulling his fingers out and running his cockhead against Yoongi’s hole. He mewls, not ready for another orgasm. Jimin doesn’t care, pushing past the clenching muscles and pressing into Yoongi.

The stretch and pressure pull Yoongi from his drooling daze. If he was sensitive before, it’s nothing compared to now. He’s flayed open and raw to every stroke of Jimin’s cock pulling him apart. Oversensitive. Exposed, sparking wires.

Yoongi hurts. The bite in his shoulder throbs, his cock hurts where it’s squeezed between his stomach and the ground, his cheek stings, bones ache, wet hole throbs as Jimin bottoms out, spearing Yoongi all the way through.

It makes him vibrate, eyes fluttering as Jimin begins to snap his hips, hands gripping Yoongi’s waist and slamming him back. Every thrust threatens to break him in half, his face and body dragging against the ground.

Jimin rakes his nails up Yoongi’s back, breaking the skin. Yoongi keens, toes curling at the biting feeling, sinking further into the heady mix in his head and gut. Jimin’s fingers wrap in the sweaty hair at the back of Yoongi’s neck. He knows what’s coming next but he still yelps when Jimin yanks, lifting Yoongi from the forest floor to his knees.

Everything feels off-kilter. Yoongi gasps for air. Jimin claws Yoongi’s scalp, making his eyes water as Jimin fucks up into him. Jimin pulls Yoongi’s neck back painfully, holding him by the hair, and presses his lips to Yoongi’s cheek. It’s more teeth and tongue as Jimin continues to abuse Yoongi’s hole.

He bites Yoongi’s cheek and laughs. “Such soft cheeks,” Jimin hisses, punctuating his words with the snap of his hips. “Such a soft fucking boy, huh? So delicate, so breakable.”

“Yes,” Yoongi agrees because it’s true. Yoongi feels made to shatter. Feels better when broken under the small hands of the prince. Feels whole when he’s splintered. “Yes.”

“Can’t even speak right.” Jimin slides a hand around the front of Yoongi’s throat and squeezes. Yoongi’s air supply is cut short. He feels the slow drip of the bleeding welts on his back, stinging as Jimin’s sweaty front rubs against the wounds. “What are you good for?”

“Only you,” Yoongi chokes out.

Jimin’s grip tightens. “Don’t be smart, Shadow. I won’t go any easier on you for flattery.”

Yoongi knows this. He wasn’t saying it for Jimin’s benefit. Because that’s the thing about whatever this violence between them is. It makes Yoongi feel whole, makes it feel like as long as he and Jimin have this between them, he’s made for something.

Without it, Yoongi doesn’t know what he is. A faerie bred by two warriors to give the king and queen’s child a protector to grow with. Whose only reason for existing is to serve. Who has no goals of his own, who has no life outside of the prince. Without it, he’s not Yoongi. He isn’t Jimin’s.

So Yoongi doesn’t say it for his benefit. He knows Jimin won’t go easier. Won’t fuck him softer or let go of his throat. He says it because he means it and he doesn’t want Jimin to let up anyway. He could die like this, no air in his lungs, mind detaching from his body.

Between the pain and the feeling of Jimin’s cockhead pressing up against his prostate, Yoongi loses himself. He becomes a thing made only for Jimin’s pleasure. He becomes no one and nothing, suspended somewhere between life and death, only alive for Jimin to use.

This is where Yoongi loves being most. Here, he doesn’t have to worry about protecting Jimin’s life every hour of the day. He doesn’t have to worry about navigating Jimin’s moods. He doesn’t have to calculate every word out of his mouth at court, doesn’t have to wonder what waits for him if - if Jimin ever tires of him, if he ever loses his position, if he ever becomes anything other than Jimin’s, if he dies.

If haunts Yoongi so often that he wants nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with anything outside of this, as Jimin lets Yoongi’s throat go, Yoongi’s lungs filling with air so quickly that it’s too much, snapping him right out of subspace to the present, where Jimin grabs Yoongi’s head and slams him forward again.

Yoongi’s hips collapse this time. He’s prone under Jimin as the prince chases his own orgasm, feral and rough. It hurts, but Yoongi comes dry anyway when Jimin tells him to, feels the helpless snap of pleasure inside of him. He loses the reality of it for a moment, feels the world run between his fingers like blood.

When Yoongi comes back from wherever it is his mind goes in moments like these, he sees stars. The night is a watercolor of blue-black and lights above him. He hurts everywhere he can imagine. It burns his throat to breathe and his skin is chafed and irritated, covered in dirt and cum and blood. He feels bruised like aged fruit, and the puffy rim of his asshole feels ruined and swollen.

A shadow blots out the sky. Yoongi blinks a few times, realizing it’s Jimin leaning over him. Demon. God. Prince of the Court of Thorns. His dark hair is damp with sweat, pushed back out of his face to reveal dark, alien eyes. There is clarity in them Yoongi only sees after Jimin’s fucked or killed, the calm after a storm.

Tilting his head to the side, Jimin studies Yoongi like a gardener would inspect an insect. Suddenly, Yoongi feels too exposed and soft all over, breaking eye contact as he chooses to stare at the boughs of the shadow trees instead. He feels the water leaking from his eyes, the tears that come sometimes during. After.

Jimin brushes a thumb across Yoongi’s cheek. The guard flinches on instinct, but Jimin ignores it. “Get up.” The command is soft, but Yoongi will find no comfort here as he struggles to keep up with the turmoil inside of him. “I want to go to bed.”

Nodding, Yoongi tries to sit up. His limbs are still shaking and he feels disoriented. Jimin doesn’t help him, already fully dressed in black as he looks up at the night sky. Brushing himself off, Yoongi slowly pulls himself together. Slides back into The Guard, hides away just Yoongi.

Jimin doesn’t rush him. Doesn’t jeer or lash out at him. He allows Yoongi this time of quiet to glue together what Jimin has shattered.

When Yoongi is standing, albeit unevenly on his feet, Jimin turns to look at him. His face is impassive and beautiful. “You broke easy today,” Jimin notes. No reprimand. Just a sheer fact. Yoongi hesitates before nodding. “We’ll fix that, Shadow.”

Yoongi’s mouth twitches at the corner a bit as he nods and follows Jimin as the prince heads back to the horses. Yoongi keeps close, his footsteps mimicking the prince’s, forever his shadow.

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neteyamsilly · 2 years ago

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❀ 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒗𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔) ❀

“It should not be a luxury, but a right to choose, to fight for the family that you want.”

“I fight... for the family that I have.”

pairing ;; neteyam (20) x reader (21)

synopsis ;; Your right to be a child ended at the ripe age of one with the butchering of your birth family in the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains, but the newborn daughter of your adopted mother and father was your rebirth as a big sister — suddenly your life had purpose and direction, you were content endlessly doting on Loratirea despite being nothing but unwanted baggage who didn’t quite belong, convinced that they were impatient for the day you would finally leave the nest.

And leave the nest you did, alright.

Originally from the Anurai clan, your family had to seek Uturu from the Omatikaya after relentless raids from the sky people resulted in the passing of your father.

He was the only link you had to this family as the one with blood connection to you, and you’re forever grateful to your (step)mother for treating you like another one of hers when you’re already well past the age to find a mate of your own, you wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t have your sister and her. They weren’t obligated to let a mere orphan in on their love at all in the first place, and you owe it to your remaining family to look after them until they’re happily integrated and safe in Toruk Makto’s fortress, and then you’ll be able to go back to Bone Sanctuary, finally move on with your life after paying your debt.

You take the sign of atokirina flocking around your sister the night you arrive as the period at the end of your resolve. Loratirea is chosen by Eywa as a blessing to the Omaticaya, the Olo’eyktan and his family are beyond thrilled to have her become a part of the clan, the mating between her and the eldest son training to be the next Olo’eyktan is immediately the hot topic amongst people the morning after.

You’ll make sure your sweet sister is mated with the perfect man who can make her the happiest Na’vi in the world. You’re not sure what Eywa is trying to say, but Loratirea will not be burdened by duty, you refuse to let her tread on the path you’re walking on, it may be selfish on your part, but she deserves nothing but the best.

The best happens to be Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, or so they say.

And he is at the bottom of your list. That impudent boy will keep away from your sister if he knows what’s good for him, especially after all the atrocious qualifications he’s listed about what it had to take to be his mate with no room for love in there — the single thing your sister wants most in her life. The way he viewed love, the way he viewed tìmuntxa as nothing but a responsibility to better protect his family…

No, he’s not worthy of her. Loratirea deserves more than to exist to serve Jakesuli’s immediate family. You will make Neteyam get it before your sister completes her rite of passage. He will back off and find another miserable, unfortunate soul for his cause.

And oh, how he hates you for getting in his way, choking him, surrounding him like ivy the more he tries to move — to free himself.

notes / explanations ;;

❀ ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

❀ avatar the way of water did not happen and the sully family remained in the forest. neteyam grew up to be extremely pressured and has nothing in his mind but fulfilling his duties, so his decisions revolve around that.

❀ enemies to lovers, there's plot if you squint and things get messy, heavily based on Bridgerton season 2, neteyam is basically anthony bridgerton and im here to spread the agenda, this is basically neteyam and you bonding over older sibling status and that you are way more similar than you both initially thought!

❀ PLEASE interact omg this is my first work on this blog dont let me flop 😭

COMING SOON ..!

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whoishotteranimepolls · 8 months ago

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Major Update

The request will be opening soon because I'm down to like the most obscure requests that I'm actually struggling to find photos for. So in preparation of this I have to get a lot of announcements out of the way so this post might make a lot of people angry. Might make some of you happy But I need to get this out of the way before I open up the request again.

Let's start with the things that I know are going to piss people off as of right now. No. Webcomics no. Webtoons. Yes, I do know several webtoons/webcomics have been turned into anime. Those will be allowed but that's because they're anime now. Also no mechs. However, this is just for now. Remember I've only been doing this blog for maybe 3 months. So let me get more into the groove of things before we add on all of those things. So maybe when I've been doing this for 6 months to a year we can start allowing that Web comics, webtoons and mechs but I'm already struggling with keeping up with requests and keeping enough stuff in the queue as is. So I don't want to complicate things even further and make things as easy as I can on myself. Now there is a reason for this because I may be changing jobs soon and I don't want to have to put the blog on temporary hiatus during that transition.

Now on to the next thing and this is probably going to make a lot of people happy but people please do not make me regret this decision. But, after hearing the many lamentations from mostly the Naruto fandom, much personal debate and seeing how a similar blog handles things. I have decided to lower the minimum age for the polls to 16. Now that means minors can and probably will be matched up against each other and against 18+ characters. Please don't come at me about that choice, these characters are fictional. You can't hurt them, and a blog like this isn't going to normalize preying on minors. YES it's wrong in real life, but anime teenagers are not normal teenagers. I literally just finished an anime about a assassin trying to get back to his wife. He was 16 and had a wife I swore he was at least 20 sometimes anime ages don't make sense. Please don't start anything or I will start blocking. But for those of you who don't want to participate in those polls, I will make a special tag so you can block all polls that have confirmed 16 and 17-year-old characters So you can block the tag so you don't have to see it and participate You will be able to find it when I update the rules post in the next day or two when I have everything finalized. Now this is subject to change if people do not behave. So do not start attacking me because I allow this or I will bump that age back up to 18. Do not make me regret this

Now when it comes to requests you have 10 characters and can request up to Four-way matchups. I don't care how you break that down so you can do two four-way polls and a two-way poll or request five two-way polls don't care. Figure it out. I'm pretty sure everyone can do math but the max is 10 characters However, you want to break it down with two-way, three-way and four-way polls.

I'm also setting a limit on how many times you can request a day. Please only do it twice. That's up to 20 characters. So everyone gets a chance to request polls

Remember Six-Way polls are not something you can request directly. They are something I make as a special thing, when the queue leans too much into one character or fandom. However, you can suggest a theme. I have done fire and ice powers. You all seem to like the goth girl and the anime men in suits. You get the idea. You can always put some theme ideas at the bottom of your request. So I can add them to my list of themes that I have saved when I need to make a six-way poll

I think that is all the major announcements So now with these updates everyone can start thinking of the new matchup request because they will be opening up soon and that request box fills up fast

#major update #not a poll #announcement post #blog update

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munson-blurbs · 2 years ago

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Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader): Chapter 4

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Summary: You accidentally overhear something you're not supposed to. Will it lead to you and Steve finally getting together?

Warnings: language, S4 is canon, pregnancy, body insecurities, body insecurities

WC: 3.6k

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It’s been nearly a month since Vecna’s attack on Steve. Dustin has made tape after tape of Black Dog, which Steve listens to every night while he sleeps. He keeps the cassettes and the player on him at all times during the day, just in case Vecna’s powers strengthen enough to reach him while he’s awake. So far, the music seems to keep the monster at bay.

“How are you not sick of that song yet?” you ask him over a plate of greasy fries from Benny’s. Your doctor said you should be eating a healthy diet, and you are, for the most part. But something about those deep fried potatoes was too enticing that day, and you didn’t have the energy to fight the craving.

Steve just shrugs. “To be fair, most of the listening happens while I’m asleep.” He plucks a fry from the chipped dish and munches casually, like you’re discussing last night’s football game instead of a telekinetic murderer. “Besides, I told you—it reminds me of the time in the car when you were happy. First time I saw you smile like that since, y’know.” He doesn’t need to elaborate, and you nod in response.

Steve insists on coming with you to your 20-week appointment, even though your mom is able to attend this one. The two of them sit off to the side as the technician performs the routine ultrasound. No one mistakes Steve for your partner this time, and you find yourself bummed out at this. Maybe it’s because you’ve lost your partner—your child’s father—but a part of you knows the truth.

You have feelings for Steve Harrington. You want to wake up to his bleary-eyed smile every morning. You want to hold his hand, feeling his palm press against yours in a silent promise to keep each other safe. You want to run your fingers through his hair as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. You want him to touch you in places you haven’t been touched since…

Fuck.

The doctor reports that everything looks good, that your baby seems to be healthy and growing normally. The three of you breathe sighs of relief practically in unison as you thank him, and you wipe off the remaining gel residue on your lower abdomen before readjusting your shorts. None of your bottoms with buttons fit anymore, so you’ve resorted to only wearing your workout clothes. Your mom has offered to take you shopping, but you’re well aware that money’s tight, especially with Little Bean’s upcoming arrival. So gym shorts it is.

“You’re doing such a good job,” Steve murmurs in your ear as your mom chats with the receptionist. For better or for worse, everyone knows each other in this small town.

“Huh?” you reply dumbly, trying to ignore the shiver etching along your spine at the vibration of his voice.

Steve laughs kindly. “You’re doing a great job growing Little Bean,” he explains. “Keeping him or her safe and strong until they’re ready to make their grand entrance.”

“Oh,” you mumble. The compliment catches you off-guard, and it feels like your whole body is blushing. “Thank you. And, um, thank you for helping me with—with all this.” There’s too much that he’s done for you to list it all out, so you hope that will suffice.

Your mom finishes up her conversation and you all make your way to her sedan. With your mom at the wheel, you take the passenger seat. It’s getting a bit difficult to maneuver your body into the low car, but Steve politely holds your waist and helps you. There’s nothing inherently sexy about it, but it still revs up your hormones. If your mom wasn’t here, you’d have a hard time fighting back the urge to kiss him.

“Y’good?” Steve confirms before sliding into the backseat. You feel his meaty palm clasp your shoulder in reassurance, and you smile and relax against the headrest.

The car ride to Steve’s house is filled with pleasantries and easy conversation; no Vecna-induced episodes this time, thank God. You wave good-bye to Steve from the window, wanting to pull him in for a hug and never let him go. A sigh escapes your lips as he walks away, jeans clinging to him perfectly.

You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, because your mom notices your dopey grin and the far-away look in your eyes. “Y/N, really?” She anxiously pinches the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “Are you serious right now?”

“Wh-What?” you stammer, trying to sound coy, but you should know better than to put on a facade in front of her. She already knows the truth.

“What do you mean, ‘what?’” she asks, tone more accusing than you’d like. “Y/N, you are pregnant with Eddie’s baby and making heart eyes at Steve. What are people going to think?” She shakes her head in disappointment. “Isn’t it hard enough dealing with the earthquake and preparing to be a mom? Do we need to add another boy into the mix?”

You want to tell her that Steve is more than just another boy, that he’s been your lifeline throughout this pregnancy (save for the months you’d hid from him), that he’s in constant mortal danger and that your thoughts flicker to him and his safety (and that cute mole on his neck, but you digress). But all of it stays bundled inside, shoved deep down and locked away.

“I know,” you mumble, biting your lip and averting your gaze. “It’s probably just the hormones. I’m not gonna act on it.”

It’s a promise you intend to keep. Hawkins is, after all, a very small town, chock full of people with a small-town mindset. Being the teen mother with a dead baby daddy is already bad; you don’t need the additional reputation of the town slut.

But your efforts appear futile. You can’t help how you smile when he does. Or the way your stomach flips when his hand brushes against yours. Or the way you two seem to melt into each other when he envelops you in a warm hug. You want to hold him forever, feel his strong arms wrap around your body and never let each other go. You want to kiss him, slow and soft, letting the hunger gradually overtake you until you just can’t hold back any longer.

A week after your appointment, Steve pulls up to your house just as you’re coming back from work. “Hey,” he calls out. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” He seems concerned, and you hurry to him as fast as your growing body allows.

“Everything okay? Is it—is it him?” Your voice drops to a whisper, and you breathe a sigh of relief when he shakes his head. “Then what is it?”

“I, um, I noticed you haven’t been wearing the kinda clothes you normally wear,” he stammers. “D’you have, like, pregnant people clothes?” His eyes dart away as he tries to hide his embarrassment.

You giggle. “You mean maternity clothes?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“No,” you answer honestly. “The stretchy pants seem to be doing the trick for now.” There are two reasons to avoid shopping. The first is purely financial: clothes cost money, money that could be spent on a crib or a changing table or the millions of diapers everyone swears the baby will need. The second is that you’ll actually have to look at yourself, take in your body’s changes—the stretch marks, the weight gain, all of it. You really don’t want to do that.

Steve wrinkles his nose adorably. “Okay, let’s go,” he says finally, and though his voice is gentle, you can tell he won’t take no for an answer.

“Go where?”

“The mall. I’m getting you some pregnant people clothes.” He smiles as he takes your hand and starts leading you to his car.

You keep your feet—your swollen, aching feet—rooted to the ground. “Steve, I don’t want to,” you tell him petulantly. “It’s too expensive.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he laughs, fishing into his pocket for his worn leather wallet. “Swiped my dad’s MasterCard before I left the house. As long as we don’t spend, like, $1,000, he won’t even notice.”

Based on all the awful things Steve had told you about his father—both of his parents, actually—you have no problem carelessly spending their money. But that only solves one problem.

“And I don’t wanna try stuff on.” You mutter too low under your breath, and Steve cocks his head to hear you better.

“What?” he asks, hands on his hips.

“I said, I don’t wanna try stuff on,” you repeat through gritted teeth, tears pricking at your eyes.

Steve furrows his brows in confusion. “Why not?” Initially, you assume he’s being sarcastic, but he’s genuinely puzzled.

“Seriously?” You bark out an incredulous laugh. “Are you joking?” When his expression remains unchanged, you plow on. “Look at me. I’m…”

“Beautiful?” Steve blurts out. “I-I mean, you looked great before you got pregnant, and you look great now, and you’ll look great after you have the baby.” He clears his throat and brings a hand through his hair. “Eddie would love seeing you like this. He’d think you’re beautiful, too.”

You’re left speechless at his candid admission, mouth suddenly drier than the Sahara. The mention of Eddie’s name leaves you both sad and disappointed. It’s a reminder that Eddie himself isn’t here, but it also implies that Steve wants you to remember who the baby’s real father is, and it’s not him. That you’re Eddie’s girl, and he doesn’t want you getting too attached to him. “Um, thanks,” you manage. Desperate to avoid further confessions–like you telling him that he’s so devastatingly handsome that it hurts you–you charge towards his car. “Let’s just go shopping, yeah?”

Steve only nods, slightly deflated that you pushed off his compliment. Did you not like that he called you beautiful? Was it too forward? Of course it was; you’re still in love with Eddie. You’re having his baby, for God’s sake. What you need right now is a friend, not a secret admirer.

After scooping up some maternity clothes–all on Mr. Harrington’s dime–Steve offers to drive you back home, but you politely decline the ride.

“Y’sure?” he asks uneasily.

“Yeah, I wanna window shop for a bit, maybe check out some more baby stuff.” The lie rolls off your tongue before you can stop it. “I’ll just call my mom when I’m done.”

Steve rubs the nape of his neck. “I can stick around, if you want. I don’t mind, really.” Don’t mind is putting it mildly; he wants nothing more than to take your hand and pick out onesies and burp cloths alongside you. Or maybe getting more clothes for you. He’d had to hold back when you’d walked out of the fitting room in a flowing sage green maternity dress. You were ethereal, like some sort of goddess, even when you’d made a face and grumbled something about looking like an avocado. He’d nearly replied, “Sexiest avocado I’ve ever seen,” but that would imply a) that he’s attracted to you, and b) he thinks avocados are sexy.

Instead, he’d offered a brisk, “looks good.” You’d rolled your eyes but bought the dress anyway.

You wait an appropriate amount of time that would allow Steve to get to his car and drive away before you exit the mall. You have one stop to make before you go home; thankfully, it’s only a short bus ride away, because by the time you arrive, you have to pee like a racehorse. Pregnancy bladder and large slushies do not mix well. Noted.

The bell chimes when you bolt through the door. “Hey, Robs,” you greet your friend as you dash towards the restroom. “Just gonna borrow the bathroom for a quick sec and then I need some advice.” Robin doesn’t have time to remind you that it’s employees only before you slam the door shut and breathe a sigh of relief. You need to tell her about your feelings for Steve and get her advice. She’ll know what to do; she always does.

You can hear the bell again as you’re washing up, but you don’t think much of it until you hear Robin say, “What’re you doing here, dingus? You don’t work today.”

Steve.

“I know, I know,” he grumbles. “But I gotta talk to you about Y/N.”

Fuck. He’s going to tell her about how clingy you are, that he feels smothered or like you’re using him to replace Eddie.

“I would’ve been here sooner, but I got caught up at the gas station. Tammy Thompson, like, cornered me and started bragging about some stupid record deal,” he starts. “But, dude, I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Tammy Thompson?”

“No! Y/N; I can’t stop thinking about Y/N!” Steve’s exasperation is evident. “And I know I shouldn’t, because she’s having a goddamn baby, and she’s grieving Eddie, and she’s way out of my league, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t just stand around and pretend that I don’t think she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, pretend that I’m not…in love with her.” He sighs. “Shit. I’m in love with her,” he muses, as though he’s just realized it himself.

“Steve, I–” You can hear Robin’s panicked tone, and you shut off the water as quickly as you can.

“And, look, I know you’re gonna tell me that I just need to get over her, go out with someone else or whatever,” he presses on, and you hear his palm slap against the counter. “But it’s not that simple with her. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“N-No, it’s not that,” Robin rushes. “It’s–”

This has to be a joke. There is no way in hell that Steve Harrington is in love with you, especially given your current circumstances. You’re broken, bruised, hurting, scared, and pregnant. You’re just waiting for the punchline, the gotcha moment, but it doesn’t come.

“I gotta tell her. I gotta do it,” he decides, ignoring his friend’s interjection. “Even though she won’t feel the same way. I just need to tell her, and she can decide whether or not she wants to talk to me again. But I can’t keep this to myself.” He’s rambling now. “Unless that puts too much pressure on her. Oh, God, what if she feels like she has to tell me she likes me back, even if she doesn’t, just to spare my feelings? Because she’s so nice like that; that’s one of the things I love about her. But I also love that she’s honest, so maybe she would just let me down gently–”

“Steve.” This interruption isn’t from Robin. Steve’s head snaps in the direction of the bathroom as he hears your voice.

“Y/N,” he breathes, face turning bright red, “h-how much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” you tell him softly. You practically have to coach yourself to put one foot in front of the other until you’re standing before him. “I heard every word.” And with that, you press onto your toes and cup his blushing cheek with your hand. You lean in as much as your bump will allow and kiss him. Kiss him like you’ve been wanting to, parting his lips with your own. You feel his right hand slip around your waist as he manages to pull you closer; his left hand rests on your upper arm. It’s tender but passionate, hungry but gentle. You don’t break away from each other until you hear a soft muttering from behind the counter.

“Finally.”

You giggle at Robin’s utterance, suddenly shy at the fact that you’ve initiated this in the middle of Family Video.

“I, uh, don’t normally kiss someone for the first time with an audience,” you explain. Your first kiss with Eddie happened in his van after school, tongues tangling as he pressed his lips to yours.

Steve just shrugs and laughs it off. “Yeah, well, I don’t normally profess my love for someone before I even take them on a date.”

“To be fair, nothing about any of this,” you gesture wildly, “has been normal. Abnormal kinda seems par for the course with us, actually.” The mere idea of an us makes you happy. You’d never pictured an us other than you and Eddie, but you can see Steve being your teammate, your partner, your love. It’s exhilarating and terrifying, but you’re tired of fighting it. “Besides, we can still go on a date.”

“Tomorrow night, then?” Steve asks, grinning wider than you’ve ever seen from him. “Dinner and a movie?”

“That sounds perfect.” And it does. Your time with Steve is usually spent at doctor’s appointments or agonizing over Vecna’s wrath. All you want is a nice night out with him.

“Cool,” he nods, adding, “wear that green dress you bought today, okay?”

The next evening, Steve picks you up at 6:30. You’re wearing the dress, just as he requested. He still sleeps over most nights, but he’s not actually living with you, nor does he have his own key, so he knocks on the apartment door.

“Wow, Y/N, you look incredible,” he breathes, eyes glued to you. He’s so enthralled by your beauty that he nearly forgets about the bouquet of red roses in his hand. “These…these are for you.” He holds them out shakily. “S-sorry, I didn’t even ask what your favorite flower is. I just kinda assumed these would be okay, but if you don’t like them—”

You once again derail his train of thought by kissing him, smiling into it and hooking your finger through one of his belt loops. “Steve. I love them,” you say reassuringly. “And you look so handsome.” He’s wearing a black shirt tucked into gray slacks. A silver watch adorns his wrist.

“If you keep interrupting like that, I’m gonna ramble more often,” Steve grins as you grab a vase for the flowers, quickly returning and lacing your fingers with his.

“I don’t think you need an excuse to do that,” you tease, pressing another kiss to his cheek and walking to his car. It feels so nice, so freeing, to be able to do that whenever the urge strikes you.

Your eyes widen when he pulls up in front of Enzo’s. “How did you know that Little Bean wanted chicken parmesan today?”

“Lucky guess,” Steve laughs. “Also, who doesn’t love chicken parm?” He follows you into the restaurant, holding the door open for you with one hand and placing the other on the small of your back.

The smell of fresh bread and garlic permeates the air, and you suddenly feel starving. The hostess brings you to a candlelit table. Steve pulls your chair out for you, and you smile gratefully.

“Such a gentleman,” you giggle, tilting your head upwards as he kisses you gently. “And they say that chivalry is dead.”

“No, but apparently, loyalty is.” A new voice startles both of you, and you freeze in place. You turn to see Gareth standing at a nearby table, carrying a bin of dirty dishes. “Y/N, what the hell are you doing with King Steve?” His eyes are drawn to the swell of your belly. “Are you—is that—”

“Eddie’s,” you murmur, unable to look at him. Steve’s palms are practically glued to the back of your chair.

“You’re having Eddie’s baby, and you’re swapping spit with Steve Harrington,” the boy sneers. “Moving on a bit fast, huh?”

You shake your head. “It’s not like that. We didn’t plan for this—any of this—to happen. It just…did.”

“Tell me,” Gareth goes on, disgusted look plastered to his face, “you gonna tell this kid who their dad was? Or are you and Harrington gonna play one big happy family and act like Eddie never existed?”

It feels like your throat constricts. You hadn’t even thought of that. When were you going to explain to your baby what happened to Eddie? And if Steve stuck around—and you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t after this—would Little Bean call him ‘dad’? You don’t even realize that you’re crying until you see Gareth’s face fall.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry,” he starts, the impact of his words sinking in. “I shouldn’t have said that—”

“Let’s just go,” you tell Steve, voice barely above a whisper. “‘M not hungry anymore.”

Steve nods. “I’ll take you home.” He’s speaking to you, but he’s shooting Gareth a glare; the busboy is lucky that looks can’t kill. “Maybe we can pick up some snacks on the ride back.”

You leave the restaurant wordlessly, too ashamed to hold Steve’s hand this time. He hands you his keys and instructs you to wait in the car.

“I’ll be there in just a sec,” he promises.

When you’re out of earshot, Steve approaches Gareth, who is now trembling. Probably thinks I’m gonna beat the shit outta him, Steve thinks, and I should. But he doesn’t; instead, he leans in to hiss into Gareth’s ear.

“Unlike you, I don’t get off on humiliating people,” he growls. “My shift at Family Video ends at five tomorrow, if you wanna talk about this like a real man.”

And with that, he’s out the door.

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followmybones · 1 year ago

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Bones' 2023 Halloween Event 🎃

Goblins, ghouls, and sheet ghosts, it’s that time of the year again, Halloween. We’re talking too much glitter, unsettlingly realistic makeup, and even fake teeth; there’s the perfect costume for everyone. Put on a mask or even ditch the shirt for the night, but what better way to celebrate Halloween than with a couple's costume! Have you ever wondered what costume you and your favorite character would wear together? Well, I'm here to help, with this very infomercial-sounding event intro!

This event is open from now (28 September) and ends 20 October. I want to ensure that I have enough time to get everything done so that everything will be ready to post the weekend before Halloween!

This is a selfship-based event which means for this event, you get to choose the character your post is about! In return for joining this event, you’ll get what costume I think would fit you and your character, a photo or two of the costumes, some runner-up costume ideas, how I think your character would come up with the idea for your costumes, and a few extra hcs about the costumes.

Rules for this event:

One character/post per person

Anyone is allowed to join, anons are welcome.

If you want to send in an ask for an OC + character instead of yourself, that's totally fine!

Everything will stay sfw, at most it'll only be suggestive, so I ask that you keep the ask you send in sfw as well. This blog and event are for people of all ages, and I would like to keep it a safe space for everyone.

I have every right to deny a request for any reason (it’s unlikely, but still).

This is just for fun, so if you don't like the results, don't send me hate, it's for funsie, it's not that serious.

To find out what you and your fav (selfship or platonic) would wear here is what you should include in an ask to join this event:

First off, what character do you want your post to be written for? A list of the fandoms and characters I'm accepting for this event can be found at the bottom of this post.

Tell me about the relationship between you and the character of your choice! Are you guys dating, just friends? What is your relationship like, are they the sun to your moon, are you two idiots in love, rivals to lovers, frienemies but somehow still besties, help me get to know the dynamic between you two!

I’d also like to know about you, describe your personality in a few simple words, and maybe include your pronouns! I'd like to get to know your vibe a bit!

Tell me a bit about how you dress, specifically; do you tend to dress feminine, or masculine, do you not care, do you dress androgynously, somewhere between masc & fem in a genderless way that keeps people guessing? Or is there any particular way you’re not comfortable dressing? Is modesty important to you? Seems silly, but I want to make sure I don't recommend costumes that might make you uncomfy or give you dysphoria/dysmorphia.

A broad category of costumes to get me started in a general direction (examples: cute, scary, character costumes, something silly, one of the classic cheesy couples costumes, retro/period costumes, anything you can think of that’s still pretty general)

Who’s idea was it for the costumes, did you come up with the idea, did they, or did someone else suggest it? (Ultimately for the purposes of this event, the character will be the one “picking” the costume).

Not required, but maybe even tell me how the conversation about the costume went, did you have to convince them? Did they have to convince you? Were you both mutually excited about it, or are you just doing it for a costume contest because you want that gift card that the first-place winners gets?

Quick suggestion: not required, but if you plan to send in an anon ask, maybe sign it with an emoji or something to make sure you know which request is yours

Quick note: everything will be written with a modern AU in mind (kinda), this is mainly for arcane and my hero, since the rest of what I write is still pretty built into the world we live in

Characters I'm willing to write, organized by fandom:

Arcane: Jayce, Viktor, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn

Obey Me: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, + Luke (platonically only)

MHA: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, Ejiro Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami, Tsuyu Asui, Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, Hitsohi Shinso, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Hawks, Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Toga Himiko, Twice (Jin Bubaigawara)

COD: MWII versions of task force 141 (Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price) + Alejandro & Rudy

Haikyuu: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, "Suga", Asahi Azumane, Yū Nishinoya, Ryūnosuke Tanaka, Kiyoko Shimizu, Hitoka Yachi, Tōru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Takahiro Hanamaki "Makki", Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Takanobu Aone, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Shinsuke Kita, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Rintarō Suna, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Feel free to shoot me an ask or message me with any questions you might have. I hope to see you all in my asks! Enjoy your spooky season, and stay safe out there <3

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Hi! You can call me Dean or Haku (she/her) (20+), both are just fine!

Sometimes I write or draw stuff, thanks for coming by my blog! ♡

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ezras-left-thumb · 2 months ago

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𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒥𝒜 𝒜𝒢𝐸 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝑅𝒯

I've been neglecting this blog for a stupid amount of time so here is (my) guide to the ninja's ages throughout my fic.

These are entirely my headcanons btw, fight the wall because my fic my rules.

Spoiler warning below the cut! (I'm saying "era" because I don't have a chosen name for these times that the seasons cover.) ((Also, if you cant be bothered to read the multitude of paragraphs I've written, scroll to the very bottom and there will be a rounded-up since-digit list of their average (?) ages throughout the fic.))

Prologue/prequel chapter: Rayne ran way when she was around 10, 10 and a half-ish. She's on her own for around 4 years.

Rise of the Snakes–LOTGN Era: She's around 14, whilst Lloyd is 10. (He's then aged up to 13-ish with the Tomorrow's Tea.) Kai and Jay are both halfway through 15, though Jay is two months older than Kai. Cole and Zane (though he is a robot) are both around 16. Nya is 13.

Rebooted Era: My personal theory is that 5-6 months passed in this time since everyone got accommodated to a new lifestyle, which makes everyone about half a year older. Lloyd and Nya are almost 14, Jay is almost 16. Rayne is 14 and 6 months.

Tournament of Elements Era: About 7 months later, Kai and Jay are 16, Zane is almost 17, Rayne is almost 15 and Lloyd and Nya are around the 14 and 3-4 month range.

Possession era: Personally I just think it makes it all the more sad if Lloyd and Rayne weren't given a lot of time to grieve, so only about a month has passed since the end of Chen's tournament. Rayne turns 15 the day Lloyd gets possessd by Morro (yikes), Cole is almost 17, Zane is freshly 17, Lloyd and Nya are halfway through 14.

Skybound didn't happen in this timeline for a multitude of reasons. RIP.

Hands of Time Era: Not much time has passed so I'd say they're all around the same age as Possession, just a month or two older.

Sons of Garmadon era: AKA my FAV EVER season. Ily the Oni Trilogy. Anyways, I like it in canon when they said a year has passed since Krux and Acronix, so I stuck to that. Everyone is like a year and a month older. Cole and Zane are 18, Kai and Jay 17, Lloyd and Nya are halfway through 15 and Rayne is freshly 16.

Hunted Era: Basically the same ages as SoG because this took place over a week or so.

March of the Oni era: I'd say only a month or two has passed before this happens, so everyone is two months older.

Secrets of Forbidden Spinjitzu Era: 6-7 months passed between S10 and now, so that means they're all just a little bit older. Cole and Zane are well on their way to 19, Kai and Jay are almost 18, Lloyd and Nya are both freshly 16 and Rayne is 16 and eight months.

Prime Empire also didn't happen because. um. we all know why.

Rayne's OC season with a yet-to-be-disclosed name: I'd like to think 3 or so months passed since the ninja returned from the Never Realm so Zane is allowed to heal a little bit from that psychological trauma. So everyone is a few months older.

Master of the Mountain Era: A month and a half has passed since the end of Rayne's OC season, which means Kai and Jay are now 18, Lloyd and Nya are a few months into 16, Rayne is turning 17 in a few months and Zane is very very close to 19.

The Island/Seabound Era: Only two months passed from MotM until now, so they're all just a little bit older. Zane is 19 and Cole is two months behind, Rayne is about to turn 17 and Lloyd and Nya are 16½.

Crystallised Era: Canon dictates that a year passed but I will not be chained down by ink on paper, so I say a year and a half for extra tragedy. Everyone is estranged and distanced from each other. Still grieving. Lloyd is 18 (Nya would be 18. She technically is, since I hc that when she comes back she aged.) Cole and Zane are over 20, Kai and Jay are both 19½ish. Rayne is 18 and like 5 months.

Dragons Rising: Now this is where the fandom is torn. I personally think that 4-6 years have passed since Crystallised and the Merge, but I like to lean more towards the 4-5 range. Cole and Zane are 25ish, Kai and Jay are now 24½, Rayne is 23 and a bit and Lloyd and Nya are both halfway through 22.

I hope that was comprehensible lol. For those of you who scrolled and didn't read through the whole bloody essay that I wrote:

Rise of the Snakes–Legacy of the Green Ninja: Kai, Jay: 15 Cole, Zane: 16 Rayne: 14 Lloyd: 10 Nya: 13

Rebooted: Kai, Jay: 15 Cole, Zane: 16 Rayne: 14 Lloyd, Nya: 13

Tournament of Elements: Kai, Jay, Cole, Zane: 16 Rayne: 14 Lloyd, Nya: 13

Possession: Kai, Jay, Cole: 16 Zane: 17 Rayne: 15 Lloyd, Nya: 14

Hands of Time: Kai, Jay: 16 Cole, Zane: 17 Rayne: 15 Lloyd, Nya: 14

Sons of Garmadon–March of the Oni: Kai, Jay: 17 Cole, Zane: 18 Rayne: 16 Lloyd, Nya: 15

Secrets of Forbidden Spinjitzu–OC Season: Kai, Jay: 17 Cole, Zane: 18 Rayne, Lloyd, Nya: 16

Master of the Mountain: Kai, Jay, Cole, Zane: 18 Rayne, Lloyd, Nya: 16

The Island & Seabound: Kai, Jay, Cole: 18 Zane: 19 Rayne, Lloyd, Nya: 16

Crystallised: Kai, Jay, Cole: 19 Zane: 20 Rayne, Lloyd, Nya: 18

Dragons Rising: Kai, Jay, 24 Cole, Zane: 25 Rayne: 23 Lloyd, Nya: 22

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earthbreadandtendrils · 13 days ago

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| Reid/ZoZa/Abyssal | 30+ | Them/They |

*This is a Cookierun Kingdom RPC blog only. I will not accept Crossovers or fandomless characters [unless your fandomless has a CRK AU]

**MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI**

CRK personal blog: @abyssalcookie

Non CRK blog: @abyssalreid || Non CRK rp hub: @abyssalthreads

*You are not allowed to Scrape my rps between my partners and me for your AI bots*

Muses ( OC )

Candy Eye Cookie ( Primary ) [Bio] | [BG lore] | [Additional lore] [ X ]

Skyline Cookie ( Secondary ) [ Moots only (for now) ]

Cannon/IP Muses

Licorice Cookie ( Secondary )

Golden Cheese Cookie ( Secondary ) [ Researching ]

Silent Salt Cookie ( Tertiary ) [ On hold + Mains only + Researching ]

Bat-Cat ( Npc/Tertiary )

Guests/temp/trials

Note: these are only for moots & mains ( and must be requested )

N/A

Events

"Disarmed event" [ X ]

Mains

@milk-and-trickery | @cookieofearthbread | @darkcacaocookieandfriends | pending. . .

Rules + Info

Two things you MUST know about me;

I am 30+ years old and I'd rather rp with people who are at least 20 or older. 18 is my minimal limit [but still hella iffy for me]. I do not wish to roleplay with minors due to me enjoying darker themes, and it just being a general preference. This also being said, If you refuse to show your age, I will assume you are a minor, and will not interact with you.

I Do not want smut. I have no interest in the lemons. Only character interaction regardless if it's with Cannon IP characters [divergent or not] or OCS/fan characters, etc. It Does not matter, no is no. The end. The only thing I'm okay with is slow-burn Romance/chemistry and fluff. Attempt to guilt me into smut and you risk being blocked.

Other info;

◘ I am a neurodivergent [ADHD], I tend to make a lot of mistakes, I am blunt, and can be quite forgetful. Please do give me reminders every so often, but not every day, and not every hour. Also, I sadly lose interest if a person takes months to reply. Even tho I do understand we all work [I do too], please just try not to keep me waiting too long. Otherwise, I suggest that we close the thread. [However, there are rare moments where I won’t lose interest. Depends on the situation, really.] ◘ I am NB fem, and Asexual. If you are Acephobic, DNI.Note: If you are just confused or unsure about Asexuals, then I recommend this video to understand us better. ◘ I’m not big on grammar, especially given that I have some really bad quirks myself when it comes to writing. [like random capitalization, strange phrasing, and a few other things]. I hope to get better and learn from other skilled writers as I go, I tend to try and mimic my partner’s writing style as best as I can. What I don’t do is the fancy text stuff. But I will add the occasional picture or two, make headers, etc [I am an artist]. But I also do expect you to try your best and at least not write like how someone fires off a half-assed text on their phone like how I saw back in 2011. Simple enough, right? *However, if you are the kind of person who has to nitpick at every little mistake someone makes, then you are not my type. I already feel bad about my writing skills enough already. I just want to have fun. That is it. ◘ BE BLUNT WITH ME, because I will be blunt with you. Ask what you want and do not beat around the bush. I can't be a good RP partner if you don’t tell me what you are looking for. The worst that could happen is that I say no. And if I’m doing something you don’t like? Just DM me and say it. I want to trust my partner is not going to be a pushover, or accidentally come off as two-faced in my eyes. I do not care if it makes me upset, the bottom line is that you are being honest with me, and honesty goes a long way, it can even build a good and healthy friendship. * One of my biggest pet peeves is when people don't say shit. ◘ My discord is open if you wish to do more private roleplays or plotting, I can set up a private server for us as well if you don’t want your friends list being spammed by people you don’t want to be friends with. We can use it to discuss the plot, and maybe even write something together for the people on Tumblr to see. I love an invested RP partner [or partners]. Just DM me for my discord if interested. ◘ Reblog Karma; please try to pratice it, and reblog any ask memes from OP [ the original poster ]. ◘ If I do not think we will vibe or believe you are not for me, I will probably just block you. There is just specific type of rpers I avoid.

Drama? I hardly know her! But realtalk? I’d rather block and move on with my day. Do not get me involved. I don’t tolerate petty shit. I just want to have fun.

Yes and Nos

[ More may be added later ]

Yes's

◘ You may send asks Anon or not. You can also do so IC ◘ I allow Magic Anons [ M!A ] Which would be referred to as "anomalous events", but I'm also allowed to reject them. ◘ The [ “Indulgent Vanity” ── * Open Thread" ] Is for anyone to respond to as long as you are a roleplay [RPC] account ◘ I will rp with a fandomless character as long as they have a CRK AU. ◘ Fluff, flirting, and teasing are fine. Just no smut.

NO's

◘ Crossovers. Not even CRK Aued ones. I just find it weird, sorry! ◘ Personal blogs. You will be blocked if you try to RP with me, but feel free to watch though. ◘ Drama. You start shit? You get blocked. I have 0 tolerance. ◘ Minors or Ageless blogs. To the ageless blogs; If I don't know your age, I do not want to interact with you. If you try to lie, I will block you. If you try to rp with me, I will block you. ◘ pro-shipping or forced shipping Note: Pro-shipping has a bad reputation, and I can’t stand people who allow P*dophilic or in*est shipping. As for forced shipping? It is technically harassment. This is a big no for me fam. I’ll probably just block you without warning if I see it. ◘ Smut or fetish posting [ especially Mpreg ]. If you fail to tag your fetishises, I will Ask you to tag it, but if you make it an issue, then I will unfollow + block. ◘ Fetish/kink mining = Hard block. [ If you don't know what it is; it is involving other people in one's kinks without their knowledge. ]

SHIPPING

OKAY. This is a big one. Shipping is something I'm always antsy with and struggle to trust anyone with unless we are friends. I am sensitive about this stuff.

◘ If you are a multi-shipper, I have no issues, as long as you don't involve your other ships with what we have going on ( unless I say otherwise), like if your character is shipped with mine? Then keep it in my verse and with others who are involved with me, do not involve others outside of mine into my verse/plot (unless I say otherwise and everyone involved agrees to it!). Respect my space and i'll respect yours. ( If you are confused on this feel free to talk me, so I may explain it in another way. ) ◘ Personally, I can't multi ship, it feels weird when I do it. So I am a one ship type. I will not multi ship. But don't feel like you have to do the same, Just respect what I had stated above and we will be fine! ◘ My mains are people who are automatically allowed to bring up my ships in dash comms and in others rps. (Because i trust them). ◘ I love slow burns. I eat that shit up. I love character development between characters. It helps me be more invested. ◘ If you are expecting smut, don't try to do ships with me. The answer will always be NO.

~ Basic RP rules ~

No god-modding my stuff [ unless given the okay on the said situation ]

Note: Godmodding in its simplest terms is controlling another player's character without their permission. By imposing your will on their character without their permission, you are gaining 'godlike' or 'divine' powers, hence the origin of the term.

Do Not Auto (Auto hit, Auto walk, etc) my characters

[ unless given the okay on the said situation ]

Note: It is self-explanatory, but it goes under God-modding too.

No metagaming [ unless given the okay on the said situation ]

Note: In tabletop role-playing games, metagaming can refer to aspects of play that occur outside of a given game's fictional universe. In particular, metagaming often refers to having an in-game character act on knowledge that the player has access to, but the character should not.

Do not powerplay [ unless given the okay on the said situation ]

Note: Powerplaying is when a player manipulates their character's abilities, powers or skills so that their character always has an advantage in the situation. This could be as simple as always knowing the best spell or having a black belt in every type of martial art known to man.

Verses and Aus

So to put it shortly; I’m a one-verse type of person. I prefer to stick with one verse because I get confused and mix things up easily, also I like to make a story when I do. Which means I usually like to group people into specific places.

I’ll have a Main verse and then there will be AUs, and they will be tagged as such.

This means;

◘ If you are involved in my main verse and wish to RP with other people who are not directly involved; I ask you not to include others who are NOT involved in my main verse, especially if there are already established relationships and plots existing. This goes both ways. ◘ Communication is number one. If you are unsure about something, then talk to me. This includes character involvement or plot, verses, aus, etc. ◘ If you do rp with others, please make sure to tag your rp as something else, let be another verse or an AU, or give my verse your own unique tag so I know what I need to pay attention to, thank you. ◘ I do not care if you have other verses or aus or duplicates that you rp with, as long as you don’t force me to be involved in it, and that it also does not interfere with what we have going on, because I’m not comfortable with it, period. ◘ If you have issues with a person I rp with, we can talk about it, but I can’t promise anything, because If it’s with the mains that I rp with, then there might be an issue between us since they are people I vibe with so well. ◘ If you start drama with my mains and cause anything to try and disrupt the peace? You will be promptly removed and hard-blocked. I’m just trying to have fun and just make my stories with ppl who want to be involved. I have 0 tolerance for that high school drama BS.

Licorice Cookie

Cannon Divergent, has an alternate identity called "Tainted Licorice Cookie" Which the origin story can be read here [ x ]

[ Also, I feel like I have to say this; I don't ship Licorice with my OC romantically. I don't ship him romantically with anyone. Except for my friend's version of Schwartzwalder ]

He knows a lot more magic and can conjure more dark spells. and even curses.

Starter calls;

"A False Siren's call" - FT. Candy Eye Cookie

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