#this makes much better sense if explained properly i promise.

[megyulmi]

Itafushi, or from darkness to light:

[continued from this post]

Megumi’s birthday is on Winter Solstice (usually December 21 or 22), the darkest day of the year. It is a day associated with 사유(死有) in Buddhism, which is the moment of death. Since Buddhists recognise that there is a continuous cycle of life, death and rebirth, in the moment of death, after the last breath is taken the individual is in an intermediate state between their previous life and their new life. Winter Solstice is seen as the message of the darkness, but it is also perceived as a messenger of Enlightenment, or to put it in another way, the promise of the return of the light as it is when things are at their darkest that the light is about to return.

On the other hand, Spring Equinox (usually March 21) represents new light and life and can be associated with 생유(生有) in Buddhism, which is the moment of birth. In Japan, Buddhist Temples perform the Higan-e Ceremony on this day. The word ‘higan’ is a translation of the Sanskrit word ‘paramita’ and it means ‘arriving on the other shore’. It signifies ‘getting across’. Buddhism teaches that the world in which we live, called the impure world (literally: ‘realm of endurance’), is a place of suffering. In this schema, the impure world is located on this side of the shore. The source of all suffering (the three paths of earthly desires, karma and suffering) is likened to a great river and the life condition of Enlightenment is likened to the other shore. We must cross the river to reach the pure land on that side of the shore.

From this perspective, Megumi and Yuuji are the end and the beginning of this continuous cycle.

[misahyochaeng]

“Insider”

(CEO!Mina x Fem!Reader🌧️🔞)

TW's// Smut, Dom!Mina, Sub!reader, CEO!Mina, Clubbing, One night stand, catching feelings, slight angst, Fingering, Bathroom sex, L bombing, Public area, exhibitionism, hair pulling, spanking, Mina is DESPERATE. Mentions of Nayeon and Sana, you and nayeon lowkey have some tension here and there but shh..//

—Flashback—

—"Nggh, M-Mina-nim.. fuck.” Your body shook the bathroom stall, your body gripping Mina's shoulders as you came undone on her fingers.

—"Hmm.. good girl." She helped you ride your high, helping you finish and clean up.

—"No hard feelings, ok?" Mina replied sternly, fixing your appearance and leaving you there at the bathroom stall.

No hard feelings.

—Flashback end—

Those harsh words echoed and panged through your mind. It had been almost a month since your one night stand with the vicious club owner, known for her dark aura and intimidating presence; yet you saw her in her most vulnerable moments, her digits inside you as she took care of the problem inbetween your legs.

You'd promise yourself to not fall in love, but your heart was saying otherwise. You kept stalking her social medias, keeping up with the company club, eyeing events she hosted and thinking about how nice it'd be to go and see her again, maybe experience her fingers inside you again.

—"Fuck.. ughhh i can't, i miss her so much." You complained to your friend Nayeon, head on her lap as she played with your hair, your hands scrolling aimlessly through Mina's feed.

—"Y/N, honey, come on.. It was just a fling, what's so awesome about, her?"

—"Nayeon, you don't get it.. it's THE Myoui Mina, imagine being able to spend the night with the most fucking rich woman in all Seoul? Shit, you'd be crazy like me too!!"

Nayeon rolled her eyes, pinching your cheeks softly as she continued to play with your hair.—"Alright, alright, dummy.. It's noticeable you're hooked."

You nod, getting comfortable in Nayeons lap as you continued scrolling.

You need to see her.

—

On the other hand, Mina was in her office, counting up big stacks of twenty dollar bills, legs resting on her desk as she went through the paper. —"Alright, Sana, here's your payment..."

Mina said as she handed the Japanese a rough stack of cash, her expression cold. —"And the rest i'll be keeping, as promised."

Sana checked and counted her bills, the ones she hardly worked for by dancing. —"Ma'am this is only—"

—"Am i getting a complaint, Minatozaki?" She snapped back, her voice cold and stern,

—"You got your fair share, you know i need to get my bills paid, darling." Mina stood up and leaned over her desk, lifting Sana's chin up and inching closer to her, lips barely apart as she stared at the latter in a rather dominating composure.

—"Is there any way i can increase my payment, Ma'am?" Sana asked, hand snaking to hold Mina's, which was still on her chin.

Mina thought for a bit, getting an idea and smirking. —"Oh i know a way, sweetheart."

———

—"Holy shit, Y/N!!" Nayeon yelped as she scrolled through her phone, you were laying next to her watching a movie, the scream making you jolt up, eyes going wide.

—"What the fuck!" She shut you up with a finger to your lip, sitting up properly as she began to explain, eyes scanning yours.

—"Okay, soo.. yknow my whole modeling thing with Tommy Hillfiger, right?" You nodded, eyebrows furrowed as she yapped on and on.

—"They're hosting a runway event and they invited me!," Nayeon then leaned closer to you, practically whispering in your ear

—"And they said i could bring a plus one, plus they're holding an after party in this club,” Nayeon said in a low sultry tone, trying to seduce and convince you, the action making you roll your eyes.

—"Come on! it'll be fun!" After a couple minutes of nagging, you finally gave in, borrowing some of Nayeons THF designer clothes and doing your makeup,

—"See, i knew you'd always look better in my clothing, i have a better fashion sense after all!" Nayeon replied cockily, taking off and changing her shirt infront of you.

—"Whatever, just hurry up so we can go," The only reason you agreed is because you needed to get your mind off Mina, almost a month and you couldn't get the image out of your mind, you needed to do anything possible to get that pit inside you out.

After a good ten minutes, Nayeon finally finished getting all dolled up, holding her handbag as she walked out with you to the door. —"Wait, wait! quick selfie before we go out, babe!"

You rolled your eyes and smirked, going over to the closet mirror you had near your apartment front door and posing, Nayeons hands snaking near the lower area off your waist as you both posed for a quick mirror pic, speeding off the door in a stat.

Nayeon was quick to post the pic, the entire car ride to the event just being some basic chatter.

———

Sana smirked as she got the notification on insta, seeing the two of you posing, she giggled as she liked the story. —"Bingo."

———-

As your driver finally settled near the event area, paparazzi drivers immediately started flashing you both, of course since you were going as Nayeons plus one; you had a reputation, sure, but not as big as your best friend's.

As the event finally started, you sat with Nayeon, her hand on your thigh as you both watched the fashion show, cameras occasionally flashing to you both, you watched with amusement as you admired all the outfits, whispering a funny comment or two in Nayeons ear when an outfits pattern or style was weird, both of you trying to hold in your laugh.

The event was fun, (and by fun you mean making fun of the weird outfits the models would walk in with), and it got your mind out of plenty of stuff; as you walked out, you took plenty of selfies with celebrities you admired, mostly flattering Nayeon in all her glory while you introduced yourself as her friend.

But now, the fun was actually about to start. As you pulled up to the club for the after party, it was full to the brim, butterflies in your stomach as the night began to settle.

The night was wild, filled with dancing, drinking, pouring shots in random peoples mouth and getting closer to Nayeon, the alcohol in your system making you touch, feel and grind all over your best-friend.

Little did you know, Sana, Mina's little minion and worker, was eyeing you the whole time.

Sana had been bringing over drunk girls for Mina to toy with, it's what they agreed on after all, the more the girls, the more payment increase for Sana. Sana was about to strike until you drifted off of Nayeon, whose lips were near you neck as you both danced together.

You slightly stumbled off to the bathroom, where only god knows what you were about to do.

That was until Mina bursted out of her office door, T-shirt collar messy as she wiped the messy lipstick on her face, a dark haired girl with bangs who looked like she just got ran over by a tornado leaving the room shortly after her, a hand trailing behind Mina's ass. —"Thank you for the service miss uhm.. Hirai.."

The girl blew a kiss as she ran off to party.

—“All good, Miss. Myoui?” Sana asked, head tilted as she gave the Japanese a cheeky smile.

Mina nodded, —"Just a quick bathroom break, i'll be back in a bit, bring the next girl over to my office ok?"

Mina walked off to the bathroom, hands in her pockets as she opened the door with her shoulders. You were leaning against the sink touching up your makeup until a loud thud made you snap your neck to the side, the sight of the girl you yearned so badly for making your jaw drop.

—"Myoui!!!?" You shouted, though it was quickly cut off by Mina's hand covering your mouth.

—"Shh, people aren't supposed to know i'm here, fuck." She replied sternly, the tone of voice taking you back a bit.

You both had a moment of silence before Mina spoke. —"It's been a while, no?"

You nodded, avoiding the latters gaze until she lifted your chin up with her finger, inching a bit closer. —"You okay?"

Mina replied, her cold facade disappearing and now being replaced with some light concern —"N-no it's just..."

You sighed before inching her hand away.

—"I don't think i can forget about last time, Mina.. I need that.." You paused for a brief moment as you stared at her, the bass of the music making the walls vibrate,

—"I need you."

Silence..

Mina barely wasted a second and latched onto you, hands holding your waist and ass as she bit your bottom lip, pressing her lips against yours in a deep kiss. You moaned out, Mina's cold hands reaching up to your shirt to cup and knead your breasts, pressing you against the wall, her thigh in-between your legs.

You bucked your hips for friction, grinding on her thigh as you whined against her.

—"Need it so badly, don't you, baby?" Mina teased, mouth trailing down to your neck, biting, leaving sloppy kisses, she was aggressive, desperate even; it was like you were her last fucking meal.

Mina groped your breast hard as she undid the button of your jean pants, shoving her hand down there to rub your clit through your underwear, a smirk pressing against your neck as your body jolted forward at the stimulation, mouth falling agape as you moaned out.

—"Good fucking girl." Mina gripped the skin of your sides harshly, her neck still on your neck, inhaling your scent, it was like an addiction, and she had fallen in deep.

Mina inserted two of her digits inside you, fucking you at an easy and steady pace, biting your earlobe as she kissed you roughly all over.

—“You need it so badly, don’t you baby?” Mina teased, mouth trailing down to your neck, biting, leaving sloppy kisses, she was aggressive, desperate even; it was like you were her last fucking meal.

You moaned loudly as she touched every single one of your weak spots, she knew what you liked and she’d do anything to please you.

The loud noise echoed through the bathroom, she pressed her lips against yours again, tongue exploring your mouth. —"Be quiet, needy girl, anyone can some in at any second yknow? See you being such a good girl for Miss Myoui, what would they think? Hm?"

You arched your back bucking your hips against her fingers, Mina's free hand reaching down to land three harsh smacks on your ass, kneading the area after, she was obsessed with your ass, and you knew it.

Mina's lips trailed down to your collarbone, marking the area. —"Don't wanna fuck anyone else after this, don't want YOU fucking anyone else, you're fucking mine, got it? This wet cunt is mine. Myoui Mina's fucking pussy."

You nodded endlessly, arms wrapping around her neck, you hid your face in the crook of it, biting her neck to suppress your noises.

—"Easy fucking girl." Mina spit back, her off hand just feeling you all over, sweat dripping down her forehead as she got you all messy for her.

—"Gosh, fucks sake Mina, i love you so fucking much."

Those words made Mina jolt up a bit, she would hear it a lot from all her different flings, but when it came out of your mouth, fuck, it was different. —"Yeah? Say how much you fucking love me, say it, needy girl."

Tears pricked at your eyes as you moaned out, telling her how much you loved her aimlessly, everything about her, how fucking obsessed you were with her. It struck a nerve in Mina, making her heart pang, she knew there was no hard feelings, but fuck.. why was she feeling this way.

She thrusted harder, hitting deep inside you as she felt your walls clench around her. —"Close, baby? Gonna cum for me? How about i take you home and treat you good after this?"

You nodded before pouring your juices out on the girls fingers, as she helped you ride your high, you pulled the girl closer into a hug and kissed her, your eyes teary. —"I'm sorry"

You apologized as you look into her eyes, her gaze softening, something you'd never seen before.—"It's.. Its okay.. Hey? I did promise id treat you? it's on me."

—"But what about—"

She was quick to reassure you, hands cupping your soft cheeks as she admired you with her gaze.

—"Don't worry about Nayeon, i've got it covered, trust me." As she said that, you gave in as she cleaned you up and took you out of the bathroom, eyeing Sana as she walked out with you, pinky's linked together.

You did good, Sana... You did good.

[benedictscanvas]

could you possibly do a benedict bridgerton friends to lovers fic with maybe some jealousy thrown in there? i adore your writing 🫶🏻

this request could not have come at a better time! i finally started my bridgerton rewatch recently and i can feel myself sparking with ideas yet again :) || 2k words, tw benedict is PINING & this is much more suggestive than my usual content, so 18+ please!

can't bear it - benedict bridgerton x reader

He looked bored. It was the first thing you noticed upon entering the ballroom and, in truth, it was often the first thing you noticed upon entering any ballroom. Over your years of friendship, it seemed you had a highly trained eye to seek him out amongst any crowd.

Just as your eyes strayed to him, as if he had similar training, his found you. What had been a dull stare at the ground to avoid any accidental eye contact with the Mamas scattered about the room quickly became a bright and excitable gaze locked to yours and you returned his slow-spreading smile with a rather unladylike grin.

"Hi," he mouthed, a grin of his own now twisting his features. You shook your head at him fondly, biting the inside of your cheek in a foolish attempt to stop your grin from growing any wider.

You were lucky to have a sister with whom your mother was preoccupied. It made it easy to hurry along the sides of the ballroom, exchanging nods with those you passed without stopping to greet them properly, to end up next to Benedict in record time.

You stood side by side, your usual routine, the backs of your hands inches apart but both facing outwards, as if surveying the rest of the room. Each one of your senses was entirely tuned into him as soon as you entered his presence, but it would not look as such to any onlookers.

"You'll start more rumours if you keep trying to communicate across such wide distances, Lord Bridgerton," you began, eyes fixed on the twirling couples so you didn't sneak a glance in his direction, "I thought we were attempting to rid ourselves of the clamours for our engagement."

"They can hardly read into a mere greeting," he responded easily, the words a mere murmur from the corner of his mouth, "I am a gentleman, as you know, and it would be impolite to simply ignore you."

"It would. You couldn't ignore me if you tried, anyway," you mused, "You'd get ever so bored."

"Always so self-important."

His mutter makes you bite back a smirk. Perhaps facing away from each other did nothing to hide your obvious conversation after all. Violet would be sure to notice, you knew, and may once again force Benedict into explaining the lack of proposal between the two of you.

In recent weeks, however, you had been struggling to explain it to yourself. Benedict was so dear to you, so utterly different to the men that regularly bored you, that once you had struck up such unlikely friendship, it seemed you valued it far too much to take it any further.

That, and there had never been any indication that Benedict himself saw marital potential within you. He was by no means a shy man. If he wanted you, you were quite sure he would have swept you off your feet by now.

And what a sweeping it would be, in those strong arms barely concealed by the crisp white shirt, billowing fabric...

"Good evening, Miss Y/L/N," a voice broke you from your spell, and your gaze accidentally drifted to Benedict in surprise before landing on the man interrupting you, "I believe I was promised a dance last we met, and I have heard you are a lady of your word."

You had to fight to keep yourself from frowning as you wracked your brains for his name. Unfortunately, you came up entirely empty and had no choice but to respond vaguely.

"I certainly would not like to gain a reputation for breaking promises," you smiled as taught, taking in handsome features and arms that didn't fill in a shirt nearly as well as Benedict's. You shook that thought from your head as you placed your hand in the unnamed stranger's own, "It would be an honour."

There was a splutter to your left, no doubt Benedict struggling to conceal his amusement at the sudden change in your tone. You allowed the man to lead you to the dance floor, turning subtly to send Benedict a wry smile but finding him staring right through you, expression anything but amused.

It wiped the smile clean off your own face.

His face was thunder throughout your dance, you noticed, however much you tried to focus on the pleasantly mundane conversation provided by your new partner. He really was quite good looking, if only you could appreciate it, but you were entirely preoccupied by Benedict's new foul mood and what could have caused it.

As the dance ended, you bowed politely to your captor, which was the only word that came to mind for him, and hurried in the direction of your favourite friend only to find him gone. This time you did frown, despite your mother's warnings of wrinkles, and picked up your skirt lightly as you slipped out of the ballroom.

Searching side room after side room proved useful. You soon found what could be described as a studio, with large windows to let the light in but currently only cast moonlight across the canvases spread around the room. The moon also lit up half of Benedict, who was stood at the window, staring out into the gardens.

"Be prepared to hide under that desk if anyone should come knocking," you said, startling him as you clicked the door shut behind you, "I shan't let you compromise my honour just because I have to chase after you when you're having a tantrum."

He glowered at you at the mention of a tantrum, the kind of look he usually levelled his brothers with rather than you. It was new territory and you found yourself quickly floundering.

"I did not bid you to follow me."

"And yet here I am," you reminded, taking a tentative step, "So why don't you put a stop to this strange mood and tell me what's wrong?"

"I'd rather not," he said curtly, his voice a little wrong as he turned to face you at last. Were those tears? "Please return to the festivities and I will join you momentarily."

You'd never seen Benedict cry before. In fact, you weren't sure you'd ever seen a man cry in your life, and the sight was terrifying. You wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in a long overdue embrace, but you kept yourself stock still in the middle of the room.

"Benedict..." you began, not sure where you were going despite the plea in your voice, "Please. I have never seen you like this."

He laughs, but its harsh.

"You must not be very observant then, Y/N."

"I beg your pardon?"

"In fact, you must be positively blind. Maddeningly so. How do you ever get anything done?"

You could feel tears of your own welling up in your eyes and blinked them away furiously. It was a great effort to keep your voice level when you spoke.

"I have known you to be many things, Bridgerton, but you are not cruel. I am sure I have done nothing to deserve such vehement insult, so-"

"I quite disagree," he interrupted, face fierce as he stalked over to you until he was right in front of you. Your chest heaved as you looked up at him, eyes wide, and felt the rise of his chest almost against your own, "You are observant, Y/N, and far from blind. It is your cruelty at fault here, not mine. It is yours."

He hissed the last word, pointing a finger at you so close to your chest that your head was spinning. His closeness was intoxicating, his scent crowding you out of enough oxygen and his words were making you lightheaded with panic.

"You're not making any sense," you murmured. His fingertips ghosted across the fabric of your dress near your hips, barely there, and nowhere near the skin underneath.

"You must see it," he mutters back, all gritted teeth and barely concealed restraint, "You must see that I worship you. That I always have."

Your inhale sounded more like a gasp. He shook his head above you, moving closer until his chin was pressed hard into your temple and you keened into the touch.

"I know you do not feel the same. And you are not obligated to, I swear it. But taunting me as you do. Playing with me only to dance with another..." he trails off, breath shuddering, and you can hear those tears in his voice again, "I can't bear it. Please, Y/N, I cannot bear it."

Neither can you.

You reach up and take his face in both hands, finding chiseled cheekbones and jawline, thumbs either side of his lips as you pull him until you can look up into his face again. Your gaze flickers across his face, and you wipe the tears from his face with shaking fingers.

"You're blind, Benedict," you say, leaning up on your tiptoes until your lips brush his, soft, like the ghost of his fingertips against fabric. You know what you want him to do and you need him to do it first, need him to take your lead and run away with it.

When he fists his hands in your dress at your hips and drags you into him, your prayers are answered.

He opens your mouth to his, still gentle but insistent, demanding more, more, more of you. You'd give him everything, right here, mainly because you know he'd never take it. He seems more than content with the here and now as it is, especially when your hands slip into his hair and he lets out a low grumble of a moan that you feel everywhere.

He's trying to pull you closer still when you break for air, gasping it in as the two of you pant into each other's mouths. He runs a hand down your hair, your neck, your arm, until he intertwines his fingers with yours, chases your lips for a peck, then another, then another. You meet him with a lazy grin.

"I dance with the Lords of the ton every ball," you breathe out, "I'd have noticed if you reacted like this every time."

Benedict was grinning too. He looked far more like himself when he did.

"They are usually old, ugly fools," he said, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the thought, "I always hate them having their hands all over you, but watching a young charming bastard who may just have a chance with you hold you as I have always dreamed of doing? It was enough."

"He never had a chance, my Lord," you assured, tracing his hairline, his earlobe just to see him shiver, "You are, as already accused, blissfully blind. Blind as a bat, I should think."

"Recent developments would suggest that to be true," he mused, glowing in a way he wouldn't usually when wrong. Then, all too quickly, his face briefly fell, "I truly apologise for all that I said to you, Y/N. There is no excuse, it was cruel."

"Hm," you agreed, "It was. Although, I can think of a multitude of ways you can make it up to me. Would you care to hear them?"

His eyes lit up at the realisation of your teasing. It was familiar, exactly what had drawn you both to each other time and time again. It was likely what would keep you together for eternity.

"I would like nothing more."

"How about I sit right up here..." you began lowly, moving to take a seat on the desk, "-you sit yourself underneath this desk, and we can have a conversation about compromising my honour."

You grinned at him wolfishly. It looked almost as if his eyes rolled back into his head already, but it wasn't long until he was kneeling in front of you, hands on the hem of your dress.

"And what would you know about compromising your honour, Miss Y/L/N?"

You ran a hand through his hair and used it to roughly yank him forward, until his nose was pressed to the fabric of your dress, exactly where you wanted him. It was easy to see it now, as he stared up at you in total awe: the way he worshipped you.

"Let's find out, shall we?"

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[literalite]

mistki's the land is inhospitable and so are we (2023)!! as edits featuring mine and some of my friends ocs 😁 had a lot of fun with this project... rough explainer of how/why each song corresponds to each character/s under the cut because i love symbolism and talking! sorry it is long

bug like an angel - sapphire

without spoiling too much of her story and arc... sapphire's life is not easy. she's hurt by people she cares for and who care for her, although inadvertently, and in turn hurts people who she cares for and who cared for her, also not by her own volition. it's kind of a terrible truth that you will harm and be harmed by the people you love, even when you and they truly don't want to. it's up to you how much you're willing to take and deal. you can't keep every promise you make and you can't right every wrong. but you have to keep trying anyway. that's sapphire's strength, and the core of her goodness and why i personally consider her one of my favourite ocs. i chose to depict bug like an angel in mitski's more positive interpretation here and in that light i think it works best for saph

buffalo replaced - heiya

well first and foremost the vibes of the song fits heiya perfectly fhgjk but also lyricism and tone... yep. quick breakdown of heiya's background since i doubt i'll ever be able to do it properly she's an interesting character for me because she like a lot of my other characters has lost. everything. she had a wife and a child and they were both killed and she had to leave her home again and again and unlike how some of my others would have taken this she has never flagged in her unwavering dedication to preserving hope. for herself for her people for the future etc etc. which is a very fucking difficult thing to do! the world changes faster than you can keep up with it sometimes but for heiya she will not let herself tire and be swept away in it all. people rely on her. she's a guiding star as much as she is a woman. she's a lover and a fighter and thats what buffalo replaced means to me! so

heaven - vinny and caleb

i feel like of all my oc couples so far they have like. the sweetest most kind of simply mutually trusting dare i say straight forward love. they just love each other so much and thats all. the world could end around them when theyre together and it'd be okay truly. also yeah vinny is ostensibly in heaven now bye angel i feel like this one was pretty self explanatory. me and who WHEN

i don't like my mind - sunny

he just like me fr (said in denji voice) anyways wow ha. unstoppable unending guilt due to past actions that haunt your every waking moment? throwing yourself into any and all distraction just to take your mind off it, filling your time with other shit so that past sin doesnt for once echo in your awful and hollow brain? this song is perfect for sunny honestly just that sentiment also the "please don't take this job from me".... sometimes the coping is worse. you can be proud of something because you can do it better than anyone else even if that thing is terrible

the deal - wolfgang munch by @gunthermunch

Wolfgang Amadeus Munch. umm this will make more sense later on but it still kind of makes sense now i think. he doesn't want to be himself he keeps . leaving and moving and running away from his own memories his own self in reaction to others. if he could pawn it all off he would. if he could be better in an instant without having to feel every agonising second of change he would! but thats not how the world works. or is it. read munch by gunthermunch thats an order

when memories snow - lilian

i feel the older you get the more your past kind of swells up and trails behind you... at least for lilian that is shes very linked to the different versions of the girl/young woman she used to be. for her its a double edged blade, a lot of her own strength is drawn from who she was and what happened to her throughout her life. they haunt her but she's haunting it back in her own way

my love mine all mine - saige, bellona, ari

stares you down okay so usage of this song very much almost verges into spoiler territory but uhm. uhm. starts twitching basically the whole dynamic here is . sometimes when you love you will sacrifice. and while that is usually a good thing sometimes it is not but sometimes it still is. sometimes you pay your dues for love and sometimes someone else has to pay for your love as well. and whether that is worth it to them remains to be seen. but it's all about love still. whether that's a worthy cause is up to you i suppose

the frost - yoshiki and hikaru from hikaru ga shida natsu

fun fact (or not so fun fact since i had it listed as such) this slot was originally meant to be taken up by a gojo/geto edit and while it still works for them frighteningly well i swerved to do another black and white haired doomed gay pairing gfhjkl; i really recommend yall to read hikaru ga shinda natsu/the summer that hikaru died because honestly it speaks for itself! it's SO good i love it so bad

star - ari and luca by @anjitrait

wow these two did not deserve the horrors the narrative (me) slammed down onto their heads. they're kind of the most married of all time to me but like of course under pressure even the strongest most loving of bonds will warp. they've been together for roughly a decade and a half now. they know and love each other as totally as you could possibly imagine. despite it all i am yours, no matter. are we picking up what i'm putting down chat

i'm your man - nayef and sióar by @lucidicer

after the album dropped like at least 3 people swung into my dms with a ?this you?? about this song which. i mean the fucking dogs that start barking halfway through the song. are you kidding me. but anyways sioyef and devotion. sioyef and putting yourself in your lover's hands and looking to them like they are a god. this is super self explanatory. you know

i love me after you - redacted and ophelia

HM.... all i'll say here is that sometimes the homoerotic tension filled high school friendship where both parties have something very wrong with them but in totally different directions can be. scarring. bad. sometimes love just isn't enough when you don't know what you're meant to do with it and when you've lived in survival mode all your life. but that once the dust clears you can scrape yourself off the ground get up keep going and that isn't gonna be the end for you there. or for love, even. sometimes shit just ain't meant to be and thats ok

[pandorxxx]

An Unexpected Visitor: Parallels

(Chapter 2)

Lo’ak x Omatikayan fem reader (All aged up)

Warnings: cursing, dom-Lo’ak, p in v, oral (M receiving), multiple orgasms, BREEDING KINK, daddy kink, praise kink, degrading kink (kinda), lo’ak being all romantic

Chapter 1

Synopsis: You were promised to Neteyam. Him being next in line for olo’eyktan and you training to be the next tsahik, it only made sense. However, you had lo’ak on your mind. What happens when lo’ak gets tired of sneaking around, and asks you to be his mate? Will your father approve of this?

🔞MDNI🔞

“No.” Your father sterned. Sharpening his knife infront of your shared family hut. No? What did he mean….no?

You had built the courage to ask your father if lo’ak could come to dinner tomorrow night. And trust, it was hard to just come out and say it. So for him to just shut you down immediately, it hurt your feelings.

“But daaadddd!” You whined, arms crossed around your chest. “No buts! You are promised to Neteyam. It took me long enough to get over THAT. Now you’re In-love with his younger brother? Do you see how this makes you look?” He asked, haulting the attack on his knife to glance at you with a confused look.

“Ok. I’m not IN-LOVE with him. I just like him…a lot. And those were rules YOU and Mr.SULLY set into place. Neteyam and I have no romantic connection at all.” You clapped back, respectfully.

“I get that, trust me. And if you wish to not be mated with neteyam, we can come to a common decision. But you will NOT mate with lo’ak. He is a trouble maker. My daughter does not need to be seen with the likes of someone like that.” He explained, giving you a quick look that signaled for you to leave this situation alone for now. However, you had to explain yourself, and get your father to see things your way.

“Father. He’s not as bad as you think he is. He is learning to be good, and gentle. He’s sweet to me, and he treats me right. He’s actually the one who requested that I set this meeting up between you two. He didn’t want to take me out on a date without your blessing.” You spoke softly, fiddling with your thumbs while you swayed back and forth.

Your fathers ears flicked in the cool night breeze, and his eye contact shot to you in surprise. This didn’t sound like the lo’ak that HE knew. Not the hothead, the fighter, the trouble maker that Jake had told him about. This sounded like a gentleman. Someone who might actually love his daughter. And then he thought about how he met your mother. It was a similar story to you and lo’ak. He was TOO a trouble maker, but when he met your mother, something inside of him changed for the better. Maybe this was some kind of weird parallel.

He sighed, clenching his jaw as he looked out into the distance…thinking about what he was going to say next….

“Dinner is just before sunset. No earlier, no later.” Your father said, standing to his full height. His expression was still, but you could tell that he was opened to meeting lo’ak, properly.

“Oh, Thank you Father! Thank you so much!” You rejoiced, giving your father the biggest hug your little arms could. You could hear the faint chuckle rumbling in his chest as he hugged you back.

- - -

You were over the moon. It was all you could think about as you sat in your room. There was actually a possibility that this could work out. But then it hit you…the anxiety.

This is such an awkward meeting, really. Your father isn’t a fan of lo’ak, and lo’ak knows that. Yet, you have the 2 most important men in your life finally coming face to face. And eywa, they were one and the same. That’s why you liked lo’ak so much, he reminded you of your father. All of the good, and not so good qualities. Two bold personalities in one room? This was going to be an interesting night…

- - -

The next day, you drowned yourself in your daily chores. Just so you could get everything off of your mind. Your nerves were coursing through your entire body so heavily that it was hard to think of anything else BUT tonight. You were also very antsy and “jumpy” today. So when you felt a hand wrap around your arm and pull you behind the nearby tree, you let out a high pitched shriek.

“Woah, woah HEY! Chillll out. It’s just me.” Lo’ak chuckled, holding a finger over his lips to signal for you to be quiet. You let out a huge sigh of relief, backing into the tree behind you.

“You fucking scared me! Are you crazy?” You hissed lowly, punching him in the stomach, yet it didn’t faze him whatsoever.

“Damn, im sorry. We do this everyday, and you’ve never reacted like this. You good?” He asked with his lighthearted smirk that made you melt. You realized that you may have over reacted alittle bit.

“I-Im sorry, lo’ak. I’m just alittle on edge about tonight. That’s all.” You shook your head, clearing your throat.

“Didnt your father say it was ok for me to come over?” He asked, his hand now resting on the bark behind you. “Well, yes! Yes…he did.” You spat. Lo’ak gave you a look as if he wanted you to continue your thought.

“Buuuuttt?” He asked, signaling for you to keep talking. “But, I’m nervous. What if it doesn’t go well?” You whined, pouting up at him as tears began to flood your vision. He stepped alittle closer, caressing your cheek gently.

“It WILL go well, ok? Your fathers gonna love me. I’ll make sure of it. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head. Don’t cry, please? I’ve got this, I SWEAR to you. You trust me?” His tone more serious than you’ve ever heard it before.

“Mhm.” You whined, nodding your head.

“Good girl.” He smiled, shifting his large hand to your neck before pecking your soft lips.

“And plus…you look too good to be crying right now. You got all dressed up for me, huh?” He asked, that playful tone making an appearance again. He took a step back just to admire you. And eywa, you were beautiful.

You were wearing his favorite color, purple. The cloths were alittle more revealing than usual, but he liked that. It just meant that he’d have to work twice as hard to keep the other men away from you. You had the glitter that you liked to wear, all over your body. Not too much, just enough to hit the sun just right. He loved it on you. He didn’t care that his mother would give him dirty looks when he walked into his family hut shining like a fucking disco ball. And your hair…eywa he couldn’t forget about your hair.

It always smelled so good. You wore it in different styles everyday, which was different from the other girls he’d seen. But his favorite style was the 2 Dutch braids. You looked great with them, but he had…other reasons for why he liked them. He would use them as leverage when he fucked you senseless from behind. And ofcourse, you were sporting that same style today.

“Fuuuck.” He whispered, eyeing you up and down. You giggled alittle bit, you loved getting him flustered. He took a few steps closer, now placing both of his hands on the bark behind you.

“You sure know how to take me there, don’t you?” He asked, leaving wet kisses on your neck. Your head flew back against the bark, lip between your teeth as you basked in the pleasure.

“I just wanna eat your sexy ass up.” He groaned, one of his hands sliding down to the small of you back, pulling you flush into him harshly. He had a grip on you so tight that you could really see the muscle definition in his arm.

“Mmm, L-Lo’ak, I’ve gotta go back.” You moaned, haulting his attack on your neck to kiss his lips sloppily. He groaned into the kiss, now sliding his hand down to the plush of your ass, gripping it firmly. You moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer to you if that was even possible.

Maybe you were getting alittle side tracked…but you couldn’t fucking help it. Not with lo’ak all over you, making you feel good. But if this was going to work, you two had to get over this little hurdle first. It was about the bigger picture at the end of the day.

You pulled away quickly, giving him no time to grab you. You wiped your lips and adjusted your loincloth. He growled in frustration, jaw clenching as he wiped his lips with his thumb, eyeing your small frame. You loved seeing him aggravated, it was so damn hot.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” He chuckled angrily. “Well, I have to GO.” You smirked, eyeing him up and down before turning to walk away. You didn’t really get too far, he pulled you flush into his chest by your braids.

“Yeah, ok. Soon I’ll have you…and I mean REALLY have you. And once I get you….I’m not letting up…I’ll see you later.” He whispered in your ear, placing a small peck on the lobe before letting you go and walking off. Leaving you completely disoriented…..and horny.

- - -

The day went on as usual. Still alittle nervous but excited for the possibility that lo’ak could finally be yours.

It was almost time, and your mother was getting dinner ready while your father was setting the table. You…on the hand, were pacing back and forth outside of your families hut, anxiously waiting for lo’aks arrival.

Your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing. The worst possible scenario’s continued to play in your head. You just wished that you could skip all of this, and get to the good part…if there even was one.

“You’re gonna burn a whole in the ground, kid.” Your father spoke, a tinge of playfulness in his tone. You turned quickly, meeting your fathers gaze.

“I-I’m just alittle nervous is all.” You confessed, constantly looking back to see if lo’ak was coming or not.

“If I wasn’t going to give him a FAIR chance, then he wouldn’t have been invited. I’m not going to be biased, or rude. So stop pacing.” He chuckled, arms crossed around his broad chest.

You sighed, feeling alittle bit better about the situation now. You nodded, turning back around to look out for lo’ak. It was silence for a few seconds before your father began to speak again.

“You know…lo’ak was a lot like me when I was his age.” He said, leaning against the foundation of the hut. Your ears perked, turning to look at your father.

“Really? How so?” You asked.

“Well, your uncle was the golden child. He really did everything in his power to live up to our fathers expectations. He listened, pulled his weight and mines most of the time. He stayed out of trouble. Kinda like Neteyam.” He started.

“And you?” You asked. He sighed, looking off into the distance.

“I was a hot head, always in fights. I liked to do my own thing, and couldn’t care less about my father’s expectations for me. I caused a lot of trouble back then, babygirl.” He finished, a look of defeat plastering his face.

“Well what happened? You’re definitely not like that anymore.” You asked curiously. Your father chuckled to himself, smiling ear to ear as his tail began to sway behind him quickly.

“Your mother happened.” He said with pride. A look of hope began to paint your face. You wanted to know more.

“Well go onnn!” You spat, waiting for the rest of this familiar love story. Your father chuckled before continuing.

“Your uncle was supposed to mate with her. But I was the one who LIKED her. And just my luck, she liked me too. We started hanging out, and we fell in love. Her father didn’t approve of this because of my reputation, so we would sneak around. But I don’t know I just…..I wanted something MORE with your mother. So I promised her that I would be good. Be the man that she deserved. And that I did. I would’ve done anything to make her mine.” He confessed. If you weren’t mistaken, you could see tears prickling at your fathers eyes.

“That’s so sweet, dad. Did grandfather ever approve of you?” You asked, curiously.

“It took time but…he did eventually.” Your father nodded. “But I want to give lo’ak a chance because I know what it’s like…to be one big disappointment.” He muttered, ears folded to his skull. This all seemed too familiar, it was almost scary for you. It’s funny how history repeats itself, you thought.

“And speaking of lo’ak…” your father smiled, nudging his head in your direction. You turned around swiftly, and there he was… walking towards your hut with flowers in hand. Your heart began to flutter, and you just couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on your face. You were so excited to see him, especially after the story that your father had shared with you.

“LO’AK!” You shouted in an excited tone, running towards him. He smiled at you, holding his arms out for your embrace.

“Hey, babygirl.” He chuckled , catching you in one of his arms. He hugged you tightly, his arm wrapped around your middle. He just gave you a small peck on your cheek out of respect for your father before he placed you back on the ground, gracefully.

“These are for you, yawne.” He smiled, placing the flowers in your hand. You giggled, admiring how pretty the bioluminescence flora was.

“They’re gorgeous. Thank you, my love.” You smiled, grabbing his hand. You pulled him towards your hut, where your father was trying his best to hide his smile. He cleared his throat, putting on a serious face when you both reached him.

With your hand in his, lo’ak stretched out his free hand, signing a greeting to your father. Lo’ak took a deep breath before speaking.

“Oel Ngati Kameie, keivìo Te Lepeä Hiìweron’itan.” He spoke confidently, now extending his hand for a hand shake. You waited in anticipation. Watching your father glance at lo’aks hand and then back up at him….it felt like minutes went by. Until a welcoming smile creeped across your fathers face, extending his arms for a hug.

“Oel Ngati Kameie, lo’ak te suli Tsyeyk’itan.” Your father spoke with a small nod. Lo’ak became visibly happy, smiling ear to ear as he embraced your father with a genuine hug. You watched in awe, almost in tears at the scene infront of you.

“How you doin’, kid?” Your father asked, patting lo’ak on the back. “Im doing well, sir. Thank you for asking.” Lo’ak nodded. He was honestly relieved that your father was willing to give him a fair judgment.“That’s great, lo’ak. Im happy to hear that.” He started.

“We’ve gotta talk, ok? Man to man. Just you and I. Deal?” Your father asked. “Ofcourse sir, I completely understand.” Lo’ak gave him a firm nod.

“Y/n, how about you go check on dinner. I’m gonna talk to your little boyfriend here about a few things.” Your father joked, causing you and lo’ak to laugh. “Yes, father.” You nodded before walking into the hut.

“Let’s sit down.” Your father spoke, gesturing at the chairs Infront of him. They both took a seat, staring off into the night sky.

“What are your intentions, lo’ak?” Your father asked calmly. Lo’ak had been waiting to confess his love for you, and this was the perfect time.

“Well, I know I have a bit of a reputation. So, I can see why you would ask that question.” He chuckled before continuing. “But I love, y/n. And I’m trying to change for her, to be the man that she deserves. Because the truth is….I want her to be my mate. But I know I have some work to do if I want to gain your blessing, sir.” Lo’ak finished, feeling proud that he was able to express his feelings the correct way.

“Hmm.” Your father nodded, a smile creeping across his lips. “I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll protect her, and keep her safe as well. I’ve seen you in action before. So I’ll skip that question.” Your father joked, insinuating that lo’aks numerous fights were enough to seal that deal. Lo’ak chuckled at the comment before speaking.

“I’m glad you know that. But I’ll only be fighting if I need to protect HER from now on. No other reasons sir, I swear.” Lo’ak spoke affirmatively.

“Good, Good. And so I’m assuming that you already have a personal hut picked out for you two, right?” Your father asked. It was normal to move in with your mate expeditiously. That’s how it happened with your mother and father, and that’s how it was supposed to happen for you and lo’ak.

“I do, sir. It was a surprise that I’d been working on for some time. I built it myself, just for her.” Lo’ak explained.

“Oh, so you just knew you were going to mate with my daughter?” Your father chuckled, and lo’ak along with him. “Well, I was hoping that I would. And it’s better to be prepared for moments like this.” Lo’ak smiled.

“Hey, I get it! Trust me. When were you planning on moving in?” Your father asked. Lo’ak gulped loudly, hoping that his next answer wouldn’t jeopardize the rapport he had just built with this man.

“Well….with your blessing, ofcourse. I was hoping to move her in tomorrow.” Lo’ak finished his statement more like a question, looking over to your father.

“Hmm.” Your father nodded, staring into the night sky. It was silence for a minute or two while your father took time to think.

“You have my blessing to mate with my daughter. She speaks so highly of you, it’s kinda hard not to say yes. And if she’s happy, then I’m happy.” Your father confessed. Lo’ak mentally cheered, he was so damn happy that everything was going as planned. “Thank you. Thank you so much sir!” Lo’ak smiled.

“I want you to remember this conversation when you’re sitting where I am…talking to YOUR daughters future mate.” Your father laughed, him and lo’ak both standing in unison. Lo’ak chuckled, extending his hand out for another handshake. Your father obliged with a bright smile.

“Take care of my little girl, please. She’s my only daughter. And if ,later down the line, you find out that this just isn’t for you…I just ask that you don’t hurt her….just bring her back to me.” Your father explained with a firm nod.

“Oh, sir. I would never hurt her. I want this forever. I will do anything to keep her happy. And you know I’ll protect her with my life, that’s a promise.” Lo’ak spoke in a serious tone, because he meant every fucking word.

“Thank you, lo’ak.” Your father nodded.

“Let’s eat, then!” You father cheered, guiding lo’ak into the hut for dinner.

The night went better than you expected. It was filled with joy, and laughter. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to end your day. And once it was over, your father and mother said their goodbyes to lo’ak.

“Hey, how about you two go out or something? No need to sneak around anymore.” Your father joked, winking at lo’ak. Lo’ak understood immediately. It was time to show you the home that he built for his future family.

“Ah! You’re absolutely right, sir.” Lo’ak agreed, taking you by the hand. You were alittle confused. Now all of the sudden your father and lo’ak were in cahoots on something that you had no knowledge of.

“Where are we going this late?” You chuckled, looking back at your father. He sighed loudly.

“I finally give you to the man, and now you want to ask all these questions. Just go with him.” You father laughed, causing an uproar of laughter from everyone.

“You trust me?” He asked, eyebrow cocked as he awaited an answer. “Ofcourse I do.” You smiled. Lo’ak kissed you on the forehead before pulling you towards the hut door.

“Uhh, what time should I have her back?” Lo’ak asked. You both looking back at your father.

“I think we’re way past that now. She’s all yours. You two have fun tonight, and be safe…..NO BABIES YET PLEASE!” Your father spoke, shoving you both out of the hut and closing the door. You and lo’ak both glanced at eachother before laughing in unison, and you were off to your secret location….

You two had been walking for about 10 minutes before you came across this great big hut. It was the biggest one you’d ever seen. It was nicely built as well. You could tell that whoever worked on this, had some kind of personal connection to it.

“Lo’ak? What’s going on?” You asked curiously. He smiled at you before opening the door and guiding you in.

“Welcome home, yawne.” He spoke softly, closing the door behind him. You gasped, looking around the beautiful hut. Nicely woven rugs covered the floor. There was a huge sitting area in the middle of the hut. There were steps that lead up to an opened loft area, where a huge sized cot laid. It was gorgeous…and all yours?

“Home? Like…you and I?” You asked, turning around to face him. He nodded at you, walking alittle closer.

“I spent months making this for us, because I knew that I’d make you mine one day. I’ve been making plans for us, baby. I want this to be real. I want you to be my mate…” he confessed, a heartwarming, proud smile plastering across his face. You never thought a guy like lo’ak could be so romantic. It really took you by surprise. He deserved the world for the way he’s been treating you.

“Lo’ak, I love you so much. I wanna mate with you too.” You explained, a hint of lust in your voice that he didn’t quite pick up on yet.

“Oh, I love you more baby. Im glad we’re on the same page.” He nodded, smiling at you innocently.

“Hmm. I wanna mate with you…right now.” You confessed, head tilted slightly as you walked over to him. Caressing his chest.

“Oh?” He spoke, eyebrow cocked as he watched your hands roam his body. His muscles began to tense at your soft touch.

“Yeah. I wanna start that family we’ve been talking about. Remember?” You asked, backing him into the couch until he plopped down on the plush surface. He looked visibly flustered, guess he wasn’t really expecting this from you tonight.

“I-I remember.” He nodded, adjusting his hips as he watched you intently. You began to take off your items, piece by piece.

“Damn. You’re coming outta that shit pretty quickly, don’t you think?” He asked with a lustful tone as he watched each item hit the floor until you were completely naked before him. You smirked, dropping to your knees infront of him.

“Not quick enough. I need you right now.” You confessed, palming his huge bulge. His head dipped back into the couch as he hissed loudly.

“Fuck, you know I hate when you tease. Just take it, baby. It’s all yours.” He moaned, his head shooting back down to where you were. That was all you needed to hear. Damn the strings of his loincloth, you began to rip it off of his hips until his aching cock was visible. It was jumping with every heartbeat as precum oozed from the tip.

You immediately began to stroke his cock, nice and slow how he liked it. He was quickly becoming a mess under you, and you haven’t even done anything yet. Maybe he was still horny from earlier in the day, but he seemed alittle more sensitive than usual.

You began kitty licking the tip before sucking on it, swirling your wet tongue around it until he was squirming under you. Then without warning, you engulfed his entire length. Immediately bobbing your head up and down his large shaft nice and slow.

“Ohhh that’s it. Juuust like that, goddamn.” He moaned, thrusting his hips into your mouth gently. Your amber eyes shot up at him, watching him bask in the pleasure. He was so hot. His eyebrows were furrowed as a thin layer of sweat began to form on his skin. He would let out a small whimper with every roll of your tongue. You were driving that man crazy.

“You’re k-killing me, baby. Gonna make me cum in that pretty mouth.” He muttered through a clench jaw. He grabbed the back of your head, steadying it to fuck your throat.

You opened your mouth wide and let him use you as his own personal little fuck toy. You began to gag, tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes crossed.

“Yesss, look at that. Only time I like watching your sexy ass cry.” He groaned, muscles contracting as his peak was nearing quickly.

“Shit baby, I-I’m boutta nut.” He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth fell agape. He used his free hand to grip the plush of the couch while his head dipped back in pure bliss.

“Mhmmm, that’s ittttt.” He growled, releasing his load into your mouth. Ropes and ropes of cum finding refuge on your tongue. He slid you off of his cock carefully, a loud gasp parting your lips as his seed flowed down your chin. Your were all teary eyed and flustered, it was so hot.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” You asked, slurping the access seed off of his balls. He finally caught his breath, watching you intently.

“Hmm. You want this dick, don’t you? You need it right?” He asked in a soft yet lustful tone. You simply nodded.

“I want your babies in me. I wanna be pregnant with your children, lo’ak. Give it to me, please.” You begged, playing with your breasts sensually.

“Oh, now you want my babies huh? Want me to make you a mom, right? Like the little slut you are. You just need to be filled up reaaaal nice, yes?” He asked, standing to his full height infront of your kneeling figure.

“Yes, daddy.” You nodded, waiting for him to have his way with you. He clenched his jaw with a low growl. Without warning, he picked you up, walking you over to the wooden table.

He plopped you down and began attacking your neck while simultaneously scenting you. You were his and ONLY his now. It was time that everyone knew.

His strong arm was wrapped around your middle, bringing you closer to him as he stood between your legs. You could feel the slick pooling onto the wood beneath you, smearing your thighs and making a mess. You were so ready for him.

He pulled away, grabbing his cock to line up with your entrance. Before you knew it, he was buried deep inside of you. You both moaning loudly as he began to thrust into you nice and deep. His strokes were rhythmic, rolling his hips into yours with a fucking purpose.

He placed his hands on either sides of your thighs firmly while he teased your lips with his. Ghosting them as he moaned from the intense pleasure.

“This pussy is driving me crazy, baby. It’s so fucking good.” He smirked, against your lips creating a great amount of tension between you two.

“Think you can make me a father, hmm? Wanna carry my babies for me like a good girl?” He asked, tilting his head to get a better angle of your pleasure filled face. His thrusts began to get harder, rocking the entire hut with his force.

“Y-Yessss!” You whined, tears blurring your vision. You and lo’ak have had sex numerous times. But this time was overwhelming, and oh so fucking good.

“Want me to fill this pussy up? Until you’re leaking my seed? Hmm? You need this shit, don’t you?” He teased, his lips still ghosting yours as he fed you deep strokes. You couldn’t even think straight, you were a fucked out mess. Blabbering complete nonsense, going dumb for the pleasure.

“I-I need it. Need it s-s-oooo bad, daddy.” You whimpered, arching your back and dipping your head to the ceiling. He used that as the perfect opportunity to nip at your neck with his sharp fangs. Still simultaneously playing in your guts like his life depended on it.

Your walls began to flutter around his cock, signaling that you were close…very close. “I-I’m gonna cum. D-Daddy, you’re gonna make me cummm!” You cried, your pretty face balling up in pleasure. You felt him smirk against your neck, speeding up his pace to get you there quicker.

“Mhm, cum for daddy. Let it all out, you deserve it pretty girl.” He praised, placing a few more kisses on your neck before his lips were inches away from yours again. You were in complete euphoria, nothing like you had ever experienced before. And you knew this orgasm was going to ruin you in the best way possible.

“Wait, I think I-I’m gonna squirt, lo’ak.” You whispered, panting heavily as you began to push on his stomach lazily.

“Yeah? It feels so good that you wanna squirt for me, huh?” He teased, his thumb finding its way to your clit, rubbing it gently to stimulate you further.

Your mouth flew opened, silent screams escaping while he kissed your bottom lip. “That’s it, squirt for me then baby.” He nodded, working your pussy in every way possible. Your whole body started to seize, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to come undone. Your squirt painting lo’aks abdomen.

“Ohhhh shit.” Lo’ak moaned. Your orgasm was triggering his. The constant fluttering of your walls was desperately trying to milk him dry.

“Y/n, im cumming…o-ohhh fuuck im cumming!” He groaned, eyes rolling in pleasure as he finally released inside of you. Ropes and ropes of endless seed dumping into your empty womb. It felt so good, that it had you cumming again.

“Yesss daddy, that’s itttt!” You screamed, legs completely numb at this point. He fucked you both through your orgasms. You two becoming an overstimulated mess for eachother.

“I gotta fill you up again. I-I need it.” He growled, pulling out of you to flip you over aggressively. He pinned your wrists behind your back with just one of his giant hands. The other one guiding his cock back into you. You both moaning at the feeling again.

He set a merciless rhythm from the start, fucking his seed deep into you so there’s no excuse why you’re not pregnant in the weeks to come. The heavy smacks caused by his deep thrusts were ringing through the hut. He was fucking the daylights out of you, using you as his personal toy that he could do with whatever he so pleased.

“I told you that I wouldn’t let up when I finally got you, remember? HMM?” He asked, jaw clenched and eyes focused on the recoil of your ass.

“Yes! I-I remember, daddy…I remember!” You cried, your voice rippling from his forceful thrusts that were single handedly shaking the entire fucking room.

“I’m gonna breed you as many times as I feel like it tonight. WHERE EVER I feel like it! I’m gonna breed this pussy on the couch, on the floor, on that fucking cot I built! On this goddamn table! I don’t give a fuck, got it?!” He growled, pulling your 2 Dutch braids for leverage.

“Mhmm! I understand, I-I swearrr!” You screamed, your orgasm creeping up on you once more. He shifted his hands to your ass, holding your cheek open to watch his creamy cock sliding in and out of your tight cunt.

“Ohh…yeah” he groaned, his bottom lip in between his teeth. He was close again. So ready to fill you up for a second time.

“I-im gonna nut in this pussy again, fuuuuck.” He moaned, smacking your ass a few times until his huge handprints were visible on you. He continued to expertly smash into your sweetspot with every hard thrust.

“Ohhh great mother, please! I-I’m cumming again, I’m cumming again lo’ak!” You screamed to the top of your lungs, your voice becoming horse and strained. You began to seize again, screaming loudly as you released for a third time.

“The great mother cannot save you from ME. You’ve gotta take this dick, tonight.” He teased, smacking your ass again as he fucked you through your orgasm. And just like last time, the fluttering of your sweet walls triggered yet another orgasm from lo’ak.

“Ah..hah Fuuuck!” He moaned, dumping another huge load into your womb, fucking it into you harshly. You were a whimpering mess, the feeling of his warm seed seeping into your womb made your head spin.

“That’s right, take all of it like a good girl.” He grunted, finally thrusting into you gently. Your eyes crossed in pleasure once more as he pulled out slowly.

He held your hips in place, so that you wouldn’t fall. Your legs were shaking badly, his seed dripping down your thighs slowly.

“Shit. That tight little pussy can’t hold all of daddy’s cum, I guess.” He teased. He flipped you over to face him. Sliding into you again, He shifted your trembling legs over his arms so that the bend of your knee’s were resting gently over the bend of his arms. He picked you up off of the table and began fucking you slow and deep.

“I-I can’t cum again. I-I can’t.” Your voice was gone, so it came out as a strained whisper. He engaged in a sloppy kiss with you as he continued to fuck into you expertly.

“I’ll make you cum again, don’t worry. I told you, I’m not letting up. I’m gonna keep cumming in this pussy.” He whispered against your quivering lips, maintaining a dangerous amount of eye contact.

He began to speed up his pace, squelching sounds filling the hut as you screamed with the little bit of voice you had left. He was hitting all the right spots yet again. “I love you.” He smirked, eyeing your lips before licking his.

“I-I love you too, daddy.” You whined, and as promised, you felt that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen. You couldn’t believe that you were about to cum again. It was like he knew your body better than YOU did.

“Someone’s about to cum again, I can feel it.” He groaned, smiling against your lips before pecking them gently.

“Fuck, I-I can’t stop!” You screamed, head going limp as you let loose for the 4th time tonight. He let out a dark laugh at your pathetic little whining.

“Yeah? I can’t stop either. I’m right behind you.” He teased, fucking you hard and deep. “Mhmm, here it comes again baby. J-Just for you.” He groaned, looking you in your eyes while he came inside of you again, emptying his balls in your womb for a third time.

“Shittt! No more, daddy. P-Please, I can’t take it.” You pleaded, wrapping your trembling arms around his neck. He laughed at you, walking up the steps with you in his hands.

“You must take me for a fucking joke.” He whispered in your ear before laying you down on the cot gently. You knew that meant that he wasn’t done with you. You turned over lazily, trying to crawl away from him. That didn’t work out well for you at all.

He flipped you back over, pulling you down to him. “Need some energy? I think it’s about that time baby.” He titled his head grabbing his queue from behind his back. You looked up at him with hooded eyes, sitting up on your elbows.

You nodded frantically, grabbing your queue as well, giving it to him. You were too tired to do it yourself.

He wasted no time. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, and it was finally here. Your trendils collided with his and your pupils blew. You could feel everything. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

“Damnnn.” He moaned, separating your trembling legs. Sliding into you this time felt different, for both of you. It was so intense that it was hard to describe.

“Ohhh that’s so much better.” He moaned, gripping your waist to bring you down on his cock like a fuck toy. You were a mess yet again, so loud that he was sure that someone heard you at this point.

He rolled his hips into yours, fucking into you nice and slow. Taking his time with you, he didn’t want this feeling to end so quickly. He had to savor it.

“Fuck me deeper…harder. Please.” You cried, spreading your legs wider for him. He clenched his jaw, your pleads making his head spin. He took your legs, and placed them over his shoulder before bending down until you two were sharing the same breath. You were practically folded in half while he fucked into you harder and deeper, just like you asked.

His hands were placed on either sides of your head while his sticky pelvis collided with yours repeatedly. He thought you were loud before…you were hitting high notes for him now.

“That’s it, let it out baby. Give it to me.” He nodded before engaging in yet another sloppy kiss. One that could shut you up completely as he continued his attack on your worn out cunt.

“I love you. I love you so much, y/n.” He spoke against your lips. “I-I love you too!” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your walls began to flutter around him again.

“Mmm cum for me, then. One last time, and I’ll stop beating this pussy up, yeah?” He smiled, fucking into your sweetspot quickly. And you let go for the fifth time, squirting on lo’ak again.

“You’ve been such a good girl, tonight.” He moaned, his orgasm just seconds away. “H-Have I?” You asked deliriously.

“Mhmm, and I’ve got a special surprise for good girls like you. Ready?” He groaned, lip between his teeth as he watched your face contorted continuously.

“Yess!” You screamed. His eyebrows scrunched, letting out a guttural moan before emptying his final load into your womb. His eyes rolled back, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

Full was an understatement. You were STUFFED to the fucking brim. So much so that you felt queasy. But a good kind of queasy.

“Now THAT was amazing.” He panted, pulling out of you lazily. Strings of his seed sticking you two together. Once he unhanded you, you curled up into a ball, trembling badly. He gently disconnected his queue from yours before tending to you. Cleaning you up, getting you water, and putting you down for bed. You were knocked out, so sleepy that you were snoring. It was cute honestly.

He was so happy that he finally had you. And that your father allowed him to take care of you from now on.

Your father…. Lo’ak thought.

“NO BABIES YET PLEASE.” Rang through his head, and his eyes widened when he realized….

There was no doubt in his mind that you would be pregnant in a couple of weeks. Even the blind could see that. As many times as he bred you…shit, you might have twins.

He had fucked up…big time….

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[punkinspice]

what r your shadow headcanons?! 👀

👀🖤 Ooooo oh my gosh!!! Thank you for asking op! A lot of them I have are kind of inspired a looot on the future AU I have, and starts from basically the beginning of his life to the potential end... so let's see where this goes...

(Disclaimers: This is written like a week before SXShG comes out so until we learn the new crazy information that I'm sure is going to rock all of our headcanons and theories for better and the worse, this is what I've got for now. Also I base this all on the two world theory, of Earth and Sonic's world being separate universes but currently are being brought together with Chaos Energy and that perhaps a lot of the Earth's magic/energy/gods have somehow been awoken with Chaos Energy, which may have caused the worlds to be open to each other... if that makes sense...😅)

ANYWAY, LETS GO

-Gerald/GUN had been messing with the possibility of interdimensional travel for a long time and were eventually able to tap into Chaos Energy, which allowed for the ability of Gerald to be able to do research on Sonic's planet, and for GUN to find and collect the chaos emeralds.

-Gerald needed dna from the (at least what he thinks) is the local chaos emerald's planet because any of the human or animal dna that they've been using back on earth isn't strong enough to withhold the energy of the emeralds and falls apart.

-Shadow is a hedgehog possibly because the part of the planet Gerald was researching was an ancient burial ground of a people who worshipped the Chaos Emeralds and figured it would be easiest to abstract ancient alien hedgehog dna from bones (Jurassic Park Style) rather than upsetting the rest of the planet because who knows what it could unleash, and the last thing GUN needs is ANOTHER alien invasion.

-Speaking of Aliens, the Black Arms were brought in as both a way to appeal Doom's promise of invading again, but also because Gerald needed something genetically stronger that would be able to withstand chaos energy.

-Shadow was supposed to be the start of an underground program of developing super soldiers for GUN but obviously due to the raid, that was shut down.

-We know that chaos is power, power enriched by the heart, and part of the reason so many experiments failed was because the energy could not properly bond without a positive influence, hence the need for Maria's pure heart and soul.

-The Black arms blood only acted as a bonding agent for the chaos energy to sustain the life form they were creating.

-Gerald incorporated the aspect of putting Maria's Soul/heart into Shadow behind Doom's back, and in so doing saving Shadow's life from being able to be completely overtaken by Doom. (Maria helped save his life too 🥺😭)

-Shadow has the same amount of Chaos Energy coursing through his body as an actual chaos emerald.

-His inhibitor rings act like both a seal and storage of his chaos power. Without them the energy would burn away to quickly to be able to regenerate and it would eventually kill him. Eggman is the only one so far known be able to rebuild perfect replicas to replace them (Heroes)

-He uses his inhibitor rings to store chaos energy to use as spears/snapping/skating etc.

-He skates using excess chaos energy that he burns off.

-Due to having so much chaos energy in him, he doesn't get as cold as easily or quickly and can go a little longer without eating. Though if he has recently done a chaos blast or gone super, he definitely notices a drain on his energy and gets really hungry.

-Shadow was only a few years conscious/old on the Ark when the raid happened.

-Shadow is currently deep in his grieving process, but doesn't even know he's grieving. All he knows is that he feel safer and more in control when he's alone and isn't really able to explain or understand why he's so angry.

-Shadow is deeply afraid of accidentally hurting those around him and self-isolates as a way to protect them.

-Sometimes he can feel the amount of energy coursing through him and it scares him. He doesn't fully understand how powerful he really is, or what the limits to his power even are.

-Despite his friends constantly telling him otherwise, Shadow thinks that he really is nothing more than a conscious weapon and doesn't deserve to be anything more.

-He deals with a looooooot of self loathing and survivors guilt, that often comes out as pride and bravado.

-He gradually gets his memories of the events of SA2 after being rescued in Heroes, and was a little hurt at first as to why Rouge hadn't told him everything initially... They had a long complicated talk about it, but soon Shadow realized that how would you even begin to tell someone the things that happened to him.

-Chaos energy eventually will heal his brain of the damage done from the brainwashing and manipulating that Gerald did.

-He is a naturally quiet, reserved and introverted person, but unfortunately the trauma he's suffered kicked it all into overdrive and now socializing is exhausting and awkward.

-Being in cities for too long overwhelms him.

-He is incredibly intelligent and a brilliant strategist, but technology and computers often stump him and it frustrates him (bless)

-Babies and chao are strangely drawn to him. I think they're able to instinctually sense the inherently calming and healing aura he has, and was originally intended to have. This does confuse and fluster him greatly. 😂

-As Shadow heals and moves on he gradually gets more of a sense of humor. It is a dry sense of humor though, and he can get very very sarcastic.

-Rouge was the first person he really allowed himself to get close to or trust himself to be safe around.

-He eventually goes back to live in Sonic's dimension and to suddenly be in a world where everything fits him was a weird adjustment to get used to.

-Shadow sleeps on his back, and only starts to snore when he feels safe and calm.

-Shadow does age, but he ages very very slowly. (think Logan/Wolverine) There will eventually come a time where he notices that he's stopped aging alongside his friends.

-Sometime in the future, Shadow will discover that his powers also have the ability to heal. And he eventually is known to be as great a healer as much as he is a warrior.

-Due to his healing abilities it will lead him to the Master Emerald where Knuckles helps teach him how to meditate and be able to connect with that deeper spiritual aspect that there is to chaos energy.

-He guards the Master Emerald for a time after Knuckles and everyone else is eventually gone... both as a sense of respect and purpose but for solitude and space to grieve again.

-He will have to watch all of his current friends die... but he does become a guardian and a stable rock of guidance and wisdom that the future generations can depend on.

-Shadow is Silver's great great great (idk how many greats) grandfather, and got to see him be born, but due to a calamity threatening the planet was unable to be there for him to help him grow up.

-Shadow and Omega both go out in a blaze of glory together as companions and dear friends as they save the world together to give it a second chance to survive...

AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR NOW... I'm sure I'm forgetting some and will have more come to me later, but I'll start with these.

G o s h so much of Shadow's story is just... so sad. There's so much healing, hope, love and purpose in there too... but at the cost of great sadness... and I think a lot of us can relate to that in deep personal ways. And I think that's what makes Shadow so important and special to us as a character.

[kaledya]

Hello again !

Oh okay I understand!

Thank you for the explanation! Things make sense in that type it follow more the show seasons development. I forgot that in your SS AU Luci and Charlie are in a bad place. It will help (Not me panicking because Constantine come sooner and I always plan a VERY slow burn romance between him and Lolicia. Ahhh. So excited. Anyway) The more important is that Lucifer and Serenity coming later. Heaven arc last. I get it !

I will take care of your advices 🌸 So greatest showman mini arc incoming let's go!

Ps : glad you like my drawings!🌸 Thank you even if its not the best. Promise I will try to not butcher Constantine and Serenity fanarts ahah

Have a nice day! -marquisev

Hİ!

And I'm really glad to know that I could explain it properly! I hope I could help!

And yes, they are on bad terms right now, generally because Lucifer can't put his pride aside and admitted his mistake, or because he thinks knew what was best for Charlie and saying her plan is Unreasonable and far from reality .He doesn't even let Charlie explain herself and is upset about the fight they had the last time they met. Charlie thinks,

"He won't listen to me anyway, why am I trying any harder?"

Lucifer, on the other hand, cannot go to his daughter and admit that she is wrong, again because of his pride.

(This idea is seriously a wip, I didn't think of that arc in detail ) but when Lucifer comes to the hotel, Alastor criticizes him as a father.(Because by this time, Alastor has been spending a lot of time with Charlie, and they even fight back to back at one point. He can understand Charlie's relationship with Lucifer from her behavior.)

Extra: (Their current reaction is not the same as in this post, I drew this post before I started writing my AU, Alastor does not try to make fun of Constantine in any way (he knows what will happen if he does, he logically does not want to push his luck).)

And after this encounter and some events in between And after a long and touching conversation between Lucifer and Charlie, Their relationship is getting better. In my mind, this scene reminds me of the scene between Joel and Ellie in Last of Us 2.

But they still love each other sincerely. Lucifer was in a bad mood due to Lilith's disappearance and this widened the gap between them.But if they sit down and talk, they won't have much of a problem with time.

OH MY GOD REALLY?? I'm seriously already excited about how you're going to write their interactions! And I have full confidence that you will write a great slow burn romance. I can't wait to see their dynamics.

And yes, Constantine arrives at a time similar to when Lucifer arrives in the series.

Yes!, but it's not too early, I don't have an exact timeline, but seriously important events are happening at the hotel, maybe Angel is getting rid of Val.After the people in the hotel really start to trust each other and show their character development.

The reason I think this is because Charlie invited her brother over to show him her progress.For this, there was a need for arcs in which the team would experience character development.

Yes, Serenity comes to the hotel after the hotel's case with the Vees and after a while, at the right time, she reveals her identity to Alastor .Lucifer arrives shortly after this event.After this there is a heaven arc and the planning is this after this event it's completely blank page, I really don't know what will happen next.

And as I said before, you don't have to follow what I wrote, be free. This is your story.

And believe me, I love your drawing style, I think you draw very well.

And I'm really excited for the next arc!

By the way, I read the latest episodes. It was very nice to read Husk and Lolicia's interactions and I find Charlie's activity very creative!

And Lolicia's new outfit has a really interesting and creative design I love it! And reading that you were inspired by Baldurs Gate 3 really surprised me and brought back memories.I take that outfit in House of Hope too and after wearing it, Gale's comment made me laugh a lot😂

[airyravenmaid]

SAGAU: My Style

Back at it again with sharing my personal ideas with the Self-Aware Genshin AU. I don't see myself writing a full-on fanfic about it because I do NOT trust myself with characterizing everybody properly, and some of the ideas I have in mind wouldn't make for a good universal experience for all, if that makes sense. So, instead, I'll just stick to pitching like I'm at a silly ol' business meeting and providing a simple layout. Now, keep in mind, this is going to focus more on my rendition of an Imposter AU specifically, which means I'm also going to do a little nitpicking of some common tropes in it that I find could be done better or even differently. It won't be me saying that anybody who writes them in the traditional sense is bad or doing a bad job, just what I'd do differently. So, without further ado, check out my mish-mushed ideas below the cut:

It all starts with the Creator Themsleves, aka, us. Or, rather, us before we became us. Not making sense? That's fine, but lemme delve into that a little better. Game lore-wise for this AU, there actually was a fully existing, fully breathing Creator that's been around since even before the Archons (but not by too much; Zhongli's still no spring chicken in spite of this). Yes, they did create Teyvat and all that's good in it like the flora, the fauna, and the creatures, and they had a close bond with said Archons not just as people serving, advising, and worshipping their God/ruler, but also in a legitimate friendship (so, no, they're not 100% subservient or gutless ass-kissers-- it's more of an equal dynamic). Maybe one Archon of your choice (within reason) being close enough to the point of being (secret) lovers, if you'd like. Such explains the Archons' deep attachment to the Creator, and their eagerness to see them again after tragedy-- like, say, the Cataclysm that razed Khaenri'ah-- renders them comatose and not to awaken again until present day. Until then, the Creator's body lies safely in sleep like Princess Aurora within their main temple/palace, occasionally visited by their old companions (minus Ei, who's in her hidey-hole until the Inazuma AQ's, but that goes without saying).

But, just before they do wake up, here comes a little (presumably Celestia-sent) POS known as the Imposter, who worms their way into the temple where the Creator lies, steals their garbs and replaces them with normal, less divine attire before sending their body far away apparently never to be seen again and lying on that resting spot acting as the Creator on the verge of waking up. And since no one knows what really happened, it looks like the promised day has come without issues, and the Imposter is welcomed by nearly all back to a throne that never actually belonged to them. As for the actual Creator... they're in good hands, because Teyvat would never mistake another for the All-Parent that breathed life into it and acts to protect their body hidden amidst nature in whatever region they landed in (your choice) until they really do wake up.

And when our in-game body does wake up, our real-life consciousness is transferred into it and overwrites our old, godly memories with our normal ones. Since I can't stand isekais that require us dying an early death IRL (like, at all, actually), we're either magically transported to Teyvat the old-fashioned magic way, or part of our consciousness goes into our in-universe body and leaves our physical forms in reality alone, thereby creating two versions of us going around two separate worlds. For better wording, that is, but that's the gist of it. Either way, we're the real deal Creator, but one without our old memories (apart from short visions we get of our old divine life that come up every now and again) as far as everyone else in Teyvat is concerned. They're not totally wrong, anyway. I was thinking this could be justified to everyone by our "past self" saying pre-slumber that they will reawaken without the knowledge of this world (aka, the Genshin one), but it will still very much be them/us.

By the way, when we stumble into the main town or city of whatever region we wound up in, the locals don't just immediately attack us for looking like the Imposter. While sometimes, I do enjoy kicking back and enjoying pure angst, I otherwise found that aspect of Villain/Imposter!SAGAU to be, comment dit-on... absurd, especially with nobody in Mondstadt (outside of that one nun not buying it and simply scolding him) giving two honks about Venti despite him looking like (being) Barbatos, and nobody in Liyue even noticing the resemblance between Zhongli and Rex Lapis/Morax. And given how much those nations revere their god, the argument of us being a higher deity cannot be made. So, instead, at absolute worst, people are just really unnerved by the uncanny resemblance we have to the Creator, but otherwise don't get alarmed... until the Imposter catches wind of us and changes that. The reason people start attacking us at all is because the Imposter weaves a forewarning of the Creator's antithesis equal to them in power known as the "Destroyer" will descend on Teyvat, attempt to steal the throne using the Creator's face, and do worse to the world than the Abyss Order ever could try to if not stopped. And, this may sound like something they just made up to get us killed, but in a way... it's true, only issue is that the acolytes + citizens have the wrong idea of who's who, of course. Plus, the actual, all-powerful Creator, if pushed too far by say... an incredibly lengthy and traumatic manhunt after being mistaken for the Destroyer, is capable of tearing the world limb from limb, because those who create can as easily destroy, but those who destroy can never create.

Speaking of "all-powerful"... why are we always completely powerless in these SAGAU works apart from crying and/or getting really angry (which ARE realistic and valid reactions to the shit we're going through, but it's not mutually exclusive to getting cool abilities)? Because we're not actually from Teyvat? Even Aether and Lumine have the power to wield the elements despite coming from somewhere else, and for us to not get that same honor is frankly dull as dishwater. That's a lot of missed potential to dip into the fantasy aspect of a fantasy game like Genshin Impact. It's here I'd like to take some inspiration from a show I've enjoyed for years known as none other than "Avatar: The Last Airbender". Not to mention, the term "avatar" generally refers to a "divine incarnation in human form", hello??? Ahem! In other words, instead of being completely incapable of defending ourselves, we-- being the almighty Creator-- are able to wield all seven elements at once, but we have to gradually learn how to effectively use and master them. We do start with one element (any of your choice), then work our way up in order of the loading screen. IE: say your element is Cryo, you'd have to go Geo -> Pyro -> Hydro -> Anemo -> Electro -> Dendro. Such was the same in our past life, but we had the Archons to teach us and help us master those abilities through time.

Which means now, we need other people to help us do it again in our new "incarnation", and that's in the form of 5-star Vision holders since they fit the bill of "master" a bit better, being the rarer, stronger characters and junk. Of course, this is likely with discretion, because some might not be wise to learn from (such as Klee, funny as that'd be). I'm also discounting learning from the Archons because not only has our time with them from the previous life passed, but I don't find it fair to learn from a powerful god of that element, even if we're a god ourselves. It's more balanced learning from someone beneath that level (so, yes, an adeptus would still qualify). Also, important note here: not every single playable character is going to try and kill us for the Creator-Destroyer thing. NPCs are one thing because, let's be real, they're sheep, but it isn't realistic or in-character for everybody playable to want us dead. While a fair chunk would probably be on board for the sake of not letting the world blow to smithereens (and not because, you know, Same Face Syndrome, because that's completely insane), some might not outright believe the alleged prophecy for one reason or another, such as not being fond/trusting enough of the apparent "Creator" to just listen to them right off the bat, or getting to already find out who the real Creator is and knowing we're not the enemy. Whatever the reason is, we're going to have allies, including ones that join us in our quest to defeat the Imposter and take back the throne to restore balance to Teyvat. This can also include those who initially sided with the Imposter, but for one reason or another such as seeing our gold blood, they have a change of heart and tag along for the ride. For us to just go about Teyvat on the lam with nobody having our back is just... depressing, and not even in the fun way, either. I understand this faction of SAGAU tends to be purely angst-based, but come on, it doesn't have to all be a total bummer all the time. There's no rule that says we can't go through the angsty, heartwrenching stuff with traveling companions to call our own there for us through it all.

Now, of course, whoever those traveling companions are is really up to you because not all of us are gonna wanna tag up with and learn from the same bitches as the next guy. So, it's anybody's game with anybody's reasoning and circumstances (such as which region we wake up in, who our first companion(s) would be there, then which region we move onto, and even what element we have to learn next). Also, fitting the max. number of characters you can have on one team, it'd just be four actively traveling alongside us through Teyvat with other allies remaining where they are, whether they helped us master an element or not. But, no matter anybody's personal tastes and choices, I really wish there was more of a thrilling "fantastical group adventure" kind of element to this genre of SAGAU, because the potential is there, just-- seldom reached, from what I've seen, personally. I'd be more than happy adding onto this with anything I might have missed, but that's basically the gist of my view of this AU.

[yanderes-galore]

If ya want I can add a scenario for this if you need any ideas! Yandaze prompts for Zenyatta: 42, 73, 52 - dredge anon >:)

Sure! I hope you like the plot I had in mind... he's a much calmer yandere than most.

Prompts found here

Yandere! Zenyatta Prompts 42, 73, 52

"Don't struggle. This is for the best."

"Holding you like this, having you with me, is pure bliss."

"My eyes will always be on you."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Darling has some trauma/mental health issues implied/briefly mentioned, Dubious isolation, Manipulation, Dubious relationship/companionship.

Zenyatta had met you by what he feels is fate. You had went out searching for him and his teachings. When he met you... you had such am unhealthy mind.

You came to him in search of peace. Inner peace. Peace that Zenyatta was willing to offer in the form of talk and comfort.

Zenyatta became the Omnic monk you often talked to. It got to the point where you rarely left his side. You felt at home with him, often away from others to allow you to put together your thoughts.

Zenyatta felt attached to you because he began to form a connection with you. He saw how you were without him... lost. The longer he's around you the more he feels a certain love towards you.

To him, his adoration doesn't feel possessive or toxic in the slightest. You may not even sense anything like that either. Zenyatta is too... warm and welcoming to appear threatening to you.

For the most part... he's fine to be around.

You visit him and allow him to show you compassion. He often acts as a source of therapy for you. When you feel you need it... Zenyatta offers to hold you close while giving advice.

You're so blinded by his warmth and compassion you don't realize the more sinister side of things.

Zenyatta begins to feel you'll be happier with him. You come to him all the time to heal your inner pain and discord, yes? Then he feels you need him...

So why when he keeps you in an isolated home do you fight his comfort?

"Don't struggle. This is for the best."

Zenyatta's voice is calm and even. It's still soothing even when he tries to calm your panicked movements. You don't like the idea of being trapped.

"Why are you keeping me here?" You ask shakily. "What do you mean it's for the best!?"

"Here, I can properly heal you. I only wish to show you the love I hold for you. Didn't you express a wish to be away from the ones who wish to use you?" Zenyatta asks, holding out a cold metal hand to caress your face. "Please, sit and relax with me."

"I don't want to be locked away like this-" You worry aloud, looking at the monk sadly. Zenyatta appears displeased by your fear. He only wishes to help.

"I only wish to make this place your sanctuary." Zenyatta explains in a calm tone. You feel him slip an orb on you to keep you calm, the energies seeping into your mind. "My eyes will always be on you here, I promise I'll only heal you and never hurt you."

"... will you ever let me leave?" You ask quietly.

"Of course, when you are healed and able to be out on your own, I will let you leave." Zenyatta agrees, beckoning you closer. "For now, you have a lot to learn. Please, sit with me."

By sit with him you find Zenyatta pulling you onto his lap. The orb he's given you makes you feel warm inside... allowing you to relax in Zenyatta's grasp. Maybe he's right... all he wants it to heal you.

Maybe you should just trust him and rely on him... all until you're better... because he cares for you.

"Holding you like this, having you with me, is pure bliss." Zenyatta praises, holding you closer to him on his lap. Here... you really do feel at peace. You begin to wonder why you even bothered fighting him.

Or maybe that's just the orb?

Maybe you don't want to leave here anyways... it feels so safe and comfortable...

Which to Zenyatta is a good thing...

As he doesn't plan on letting you go despite his previous words.

[backtothe99]

(18Trip Translation) Tao Kinouchi Novel: Back to the 99 - Track 4

all novels have spoilers for information about the characters revealed in the main story, proceed with caution!

CW: Tao's parents' religious fanaticism reaches a Snake-goes-missing-esque (999) climax

Wednesday, June 30, 1999

— Wednesday, June 30, 1999

I involuntarily let out another sigh.

I didn’t go to school today.

Taiki’s fever had gone down, but he still seemed under the weather.

“Tao-nii, enough… Go to school…”

Taiki told me in the afternoon, after his condition had calmed down.

“I already skipped the morning classes, there’s no point in me going now.” I said and stayed home.

And in case you’re wondering, our parents hadn’t come home at all since the night before.

After Taiki fell asleep due to the side effects of the medicine I had given him just in case, I sat alone in the living room, just staring at my phone.

Should I call Goz, or no? Even if it’s by mail, should I apologize? 

“... What am I even gonna do tonight?” I muttered.

I actually had plans with Goz tonight.

About two months ago, while the two of us were having lunch at school, we started talking about King Anglomois’s prophecy, and I told Goz:

“I don’t know what my parents will do the moment July arrives. They seriously believe in that prophecy.”

There are people out there who believe in this prophecy so much that they become desperate, and there are people who vow they’ll spend all their money by the time June ends. There’s even TV specials.

Our generation has been hearing about this prophecy all our life, and even if we don’t believe it, we still feel a vague sense of fear when we hear the words “July 1999”.

I may be a skeptic myself, but I honestly don’t know what will happen to my parents, who believe in it blindly.

“I don’t wanna be home on that day.”

I had complained to Goz, and as if he just had a great idea, he said, “You don’t gotta be!”

“Let’s sneak out in the middle of the night and jump together the moment July hits!”

“Jump…? This ain't New Year’s Eve.”

“It’s cool, maybe the King of Terror will let us off the hook if our feet aren’t touching the ground?”

It was a silly, ridiculous suggestion.

But the way Goz talked about it with so much excitement somehow comforted me. I knew jumping the moment the clock struck midnight wouldn’t help me figure out what to do with my parents, and it wouldn’t alleviate Taiki’s pain.

But seeing Goz smile as he talked about it… I felt as though my problems were so simple that just jumping could solve them.

“Then, let’s do it. If I remember.”

“Huh? What’s that, Tao? You want me to write our plans on your forehead? Make sure you remember.”

It was just a light-hearted promise, so Goz might have already forgotten about it.

Just as I was at a loss about what to do, my phone’s notification rang, and a mail came through.

“Minami-cho Park. 11:55PM. If you don’t come, I’ll beat the crap out of you.”

The mail was from Goz.

A smile spread across my face.

I was happy that Goz remembered our promise, and was trying to suggest we make up.

I was determined to apologize properly for what happened yesterday when we met.

— I haven’t been able to talk about this with you until now, but truth is, Taiki hasn’t been going to school.

I can’t rely on my parents.

What can I do for Taiki?

This time, I’d be honest and ask for advice.

Goz is a good guy, if I explain the situation with Taiki and our parents, I’m sure he’ll understand.

And just like when he laughed and said we should jump, I’m sure he’ll make me feel better this time, too.

I looked at the time, it was already 11:30PM.

There wasn’t much time left until the arranged time, so I just got changed and ready to leave the house.

When I opened my room’s door, Taiki stood on the other side.

“Taiki, you’re awake? How’s your fever?”

“... It’s gone down. Are you going somewhere, Tao-nii?”

I lied and said I’m going to the convenience store.

I figured I’d be home in about 20 minutes, anyway.

I didn’t think I had any reason to tell him about my promise with Goz.

“Do you want me to buy you something? Like an ice cream?”

Just as I was thinking of really stopping by the convenience store, a loud noise rang from the entrance.

“Tao! Tao, where are you!?”

The next sound I heard was our parents’ screaming.

Taiki’s face suddenly stiffened.

They came into the house with heavy footsteps, looking for me. They’ve always been aggressive people, but they’re especially bad today. 

I hurried downstairs, not wanting to get Taiki involved.

“What are you doing here? Don’t yell, you’ll disturb our neighbors.”

When I got downstairs, my parents, who I hadn’t seen for some time, were running out of the living room.

Honestly, their behavior was strange–

Their hair was messy, their clothes were rumpled, and their eyes were bloodshot.

“There you are! Come on! Hurry!”

My mother screamed as she grabbed my arm. She put so much strength that I felt my bones were going to crack.

She pulled me and I stumbled a step forward, my phone slipping out of my pocket.

“Hold on, what are you doing…”

“Hurry! There’s no time!”

It’s okay. I’ll be back in no time.

I didn’t say that out loud, but I tried to convey it with my expression.

I figured that if I resisted, they’d make a commotion and scare Taiki, so I obediently followed them.

I barely had time to put on my shoes, and I was taken to a park near our house. It was a dark place filled with trees.

A huge coffin was placed there.

“By God’s will! As God’s child! You have the right to board this “Ark”!”

“You don’t have to worry, this is a machine created by God that can transcend time by channelling the energy in space. The church inherited this “Ark” from space!”

“No matter how much we paid, they wouldn’t lend it to us, so we brought it here in secret! Mom and Dad don’t mind becoming sacrifices, Tao is the only one who has to go to where God is!”

I couldn’t understand a thing they were saying.

Their eyes weren’t entirely here, but I couldn’t match up their strength–

Before I knew it, I was shoved into the coffin.

“Hey, hold on, I…”

— I made a promise.

And I have to stay by Taiki’s side.

I wanted to say that, but I couldn’t.

My parents closed the coffin’s lid.

Once I heard a loud noise and realized the lid was locked, I blanked out and everything went dark.

What? Are my screw-loosed parents finally going to kill me?

My parents were still making some kind of noise on the other side of the coffin, so I banged on the lid and yelled, “Let me out! Let me out!”

I’m late for my meeting with Goz. 

I don’t have my phone on me because I dropped it when my parents dragged me. I haven’t even replied to the mail.

— I want to meet him, I want to apologize and make up.

… And there’s also Taiki to think about.

If he starts crying…

Just as I thought that, a sharp pain struck my head.

My vision started to falter, and I felt my consciousness fade.

I can’t remember anything after that.

When I woke up –

I was thrown into an unfamiliar city in the future.

Novel directory: Tuesday, June 29, 1999 / 1 | Tuesday, June 29, 1999 / 2 | Tuesday, June 29, 1999 / 3 | Wednesday, June 30, 1999 | Souta Gozu

[worldsokayestdragon]

GreedxLing Week Day 7: Campfire

Read here on AO3

Greed had never been camping before, because why the fuck would he? He demanded the finer things in life, and leaving your nice bed behind to sleep in the dirt in the woods was not one of the finer things.

Now he was stuck on an involuntary camping trip for months and months. All the way until the promised day, which wouldn't be until spring! It had been a week, and Greed was already sick of it. The ground was too hard to sleep on comfortably, the forrest was full of weird noises, and it got colder every night. Greed was pretty sure even people who like camping didn't do it over winter unless they were actually insane.

The people Greed was with were definitely insane.

Darius and Heinkle insisted that it wasn't that bad and it "built character." Greed had plenty of character, and it was that bad! Just because some people could grow fur coats on command didn't mean they all could.

Ed also said it wasn't that bad, and it was colder in Briggs. (fucking good for Briggs then, what did that have to do with Greed?) Ed also said that his teacher had sent him on a way worse camping trip when he was nine, and that he and his brother had ended up having fun by the end of it.

Fucking insane.

Ling also told Greed it wasn't that bad and he should stop complaining, but Ling was getting a free ride in Greed's head and didn't actually have to do any of the camping shit himself, so what did he know?

Greed was the leader of this little camping trip, so he had to stay present for it. No matter how much he hated it or how little he knew about "finding a good location" or "setting up a halfway decent campsite" or "tying the food up properly so it wouldn't attract wild animals, that's just common sense Greed, what's wrong with you?”

Animals didn't like to get close to homunculi or chimera anyway, so what was the big deal if he didn't want to climb halfway up a tree to store all their shit?

So Greed was the leader, but a leader didn't do all the work. He was more than happy to let the others make handle the minutia of day to day tasks and let him focus on the bigger picture. A good leader delegated.

And somehow he still ended up left in charge of building the campfire while the chimeras went on a supply run to a nearby town. Something about Ed and Greed not knowing how to be subtle or blend in. As if two giants blended in any better. But whatever, that town was too dinky to have anything worth Greed's time anyway.

That didn't explain why Ed couldn't light the damn fire, but the alchemist insisted he needed to "check their course," which just looked like wandering around to stare at the sky and check both sides of random trees, and occasionally making marks on a map.

Ling said what he was doing made sense, and Greed didn't actually know enough about maps to dispute it.

So Greed was left with a pile of wood, another pile of little sticks and dead leaves, and a box of matches. He had very little clue what to do with any of it.

You've been camping before, right? Greed asked Ling. On your way across the desert from Xing or whatever. Can't you do this?

Ling shook his head, or did the mental equivalent of shaking his head anyway. Greed could always tell even without turning his attention inwards towards Ling's soul projection, though it wasn't a sensation he'd know how to describe to anyone.

There isn't a lot by way of firewood in the desert. And it got cold at night, but it was still summer. We mostly just slept close together. The few times we did manage a fire, Fu and Lan Fan took care of it. Sorry.

He did actually sound a little sorry, which was decent of him. There was a reason Greed didn't mind having Ling around.

Greed groaned. ugh, fine. I guess I'll do it. I can totally do it.

Of course you can, Ling said, very matter of factly. We've watched Ed do it enough times. We can figure it out easily.

Right, Greed nodded and reached to pick up a branch. How hard can it be? Ed does it.

That startled a laugh out of Ling, an undignified snort that probably couldn't be considered quite proper for a prince.

Don't let him hear you say that. We'll have to sit through a whole rant about how he's a genius and none of us are on his level.

Yeah, that would be a pain, Greed said. But this really shouldn't be too hard. You just stack the big ones in a sort of a triangle shape and put the little bits inside and then light the inside first, right?

That sounds right to me. Ling agreed.

Right. That's easy.

Greed set to work.

It was not, in fact, easy. A sort of triangle shape was not an intuitive way to stack wood. The whole thing kept tipping over and collapsing into a big jumble.

By the fifth try Greed was growling to himself and barely resisting the urge to go find Ed and throw one of those stupid sticks at his head for making Greed do this.

Maybe I should try? Ling suggested. I probably have a more steady hand from all the swordfighting.

No, Greed snapped, glaring daggers at the stick pile as he started over. I will not be beat by a stupid heap of dead tree parts! I'm gonna enjoy lighting this shit on fire. It fell over again. Oh god damnit!

Oh-kay, Ling said slowly. You do it then. I think you almost got it a few tries ago. Just take a deep breath before you start over. It will only be harder if you're angry.

It'Ll OnLy Be HaRdEr If YoU'rE aNgRy, Greed repeated.

That was probably unfair. Ling had offered to help.

Greed took a deep breath before he tried again.

It took three more attempts for Greed to successfully arrange the large branches in a loose approximation of a campfire shape.

Greed used one of the matches to light a long, thin stick on fire and poked it through into the pile of twigs and leaves inside his branch pyramid. After a few long, nerve wracking seconds, the fire spread and the whole structure went up in flames.

It didn't burn as steadily or as brightly as the ones Ed made.

It's a little lopsided– Ling started to say.

It's on fire, isn't it? Greed interrupted. He was not in the mood for criticism right now. Whataya want from me?

You didn't let me finish, Ling said calmly. I was going to say that it looks good for your first time doing it. I don't think I could do better.

Oh. Now Greed felt kinda bad for jumping down Ling's throat. Well, thanks. I–

"You call that a campfire?" Ed tromped back into the clearing they were staying in and threw himself down across the fire from Greed. "It looks like crap."

He is such an asshole, Ling sighed.

"It's a fire. It's in the camp. It's a campfire. Now shut up about it unless you want me to set you on fire too."

Ed looked like he wasn't going to shut up about it, and Greed could feel Ling getting ready to beg him to let it go and not argue with the stupid runt no matter how much of an insubordinate little shit he was being, but Darius and Heinkle chose that moment to show up.

"The fire looks–" Greed glared at Darius. "...fine and normal."

“No it doesn't,” Ed said and ignored Greed glaring daggers at his head.

"Anyway," Heinkle cut through the tension. "The store in town was having a sale, so we got a little something special for tonight." He set down the bags of food he was carrying and started digging through one of them.

"I didn't say you could spend our money on unnecessary crap," Greed pointed out. Really no one was respecting his leadership tonight.

Don't you want henchmen who are smart and capable enough not to have to bother you about every little thing? Ling asked.

He did want that. Damnit.

"Whatever, it's fine. What did you get?"

Heinkle found what he was looking for in the bags and held up a few bars of chocolate, a box of some sort of crackers, and a bag of marshmallows.

"Oh, nice!" Ed said. "I haven't had s'mores since me and Al were little."

"Some more of what?" Greed asked.

All three of them turned to stare at him.

"You've never had a s'more?" Ed yelled. He sounded personally offended by the idea. "You're like 200 years old! How is that even possible?"

Do you know what he's talking about? Greed asked Ling.

Ling shrugged. No idea. Must be an Amestran thing.

Ed stomped over to dig through the pile of extra firewood, returning with a handful of particularly long thin sticks. He shoved one into Greed's hand.

"Here! Stick a marshmallow on this and hold it over the fire," he instructed.

Greed magnanimously didn't point out how rude it was of Ed to talk to his leader like that, because he was a great guy like that. And because he was really curious about these so-called s'mores by now. (Also, in the last week he'd been told no fewer than six times to "talk to Colonel Bastard if you want to know how I talk to a leader I'm disrespecting," and Ed did generally go along with what Greed told him even if he was a little shit about it.)

Greed stuck a marshmallow to the end of the stick and held it in the fire.

It immediately burst into flames, burning to a blackened lump as Greed watched.

"Now what?"

"Try holding it a little further from the flames this time," Darius suggested, handing him a new stick and marshmallow.

Ed shook his head. "No, setting it on fire is good, you just don't sit there like a dumbass and watch it burn after." He deliberately stuck his into the fire then quickly blew it out. "Faster that way."

Greed decided to go with what Darius said and held his second marshmallow above the fire until it turned brown around the edges and threatened to fall off of its stick. Then, copying what he'd seen Ed do, he put it between two of the crackers with a piece of chocolate and took a bite.

It was hot enough to be just on the edge of burning the crap out of his mouth, and also a total mess, marshmallow and melted chocolate squishing out from the sides as he bit down.

It was also really fucking good.

Greed tried not to react to the delicious taste, not wanting to give Ed the satisfaction.

Judging from the smug smile on Ed's face, he didn't quite succeed.

"So, do you like it?" Ed asked.

"It's fine," Greed sniffed, and then took another bite because it really was amazing.

Ed snorted a laugh, but kindly didn't rub it in Greed's face any more than that. He also didn't say anything when Greed reached for another marshmallow to make a second one.

It does look good, Ling said, a little wistfully.

Do you want to try?

Really?

Ling sounded pleased and awed in a way that made Greed's face burn for some reason.

Yeah, if you want. It's not a big deal, Greed muttered, and then switched places with Ling before he could answer.

"Ling?" Ed asked, somehow noticing instantly. "What are you–"

Ling completely ignored the Fullmetal Alchemist in favor of eating their second s'more.

It tasted even better than the first one, filtered through Ling's perception where Greed settled in the back of their mind.

After they'd finished their s'mores and–at Heinkle's insistence–eaten some real food, Greed and Ling got volunteered for first watch, even though they'd done all the work setting up the campsite. Ling didn't argue their case as hard as Greed would have, and Greed didn't care enough to push his way back into control of the body over it. He'd take over again in the morning.

The fire went out an hour before they were supposed to wake Ed for his watch shift.

Ling took his turn lighting it, and it went much better with Greed's now expert advice. They both agreed that the others didn't need to know about that.

[inspector-m3]

Immortal souls ch1

CW: uhh...this shits kinda sad ngl, death, details of injuries and said death, swearing, dont think there's anything too bad but let me know if there is

The day was bright as you lay in the field, the grass swaying softly against your face, exhausted from the day spent running around, completing errands for the villagers and then proceeding to goof off with simon. Simon, who was currently beside you in the cool blades of grass, your pinkie fingers hooked together, too embarrassed to properly hold hands. You both speak soft promises into the sky above, the blues and pinks of the lowering yet still bright sun being covered by the patchy pattern of leaves from the tree that you and Simon had taken shelter under, being the witness to your words.

The two of you began your daily walk back, all laughs and jokes, smiles and subtle flirts.

"hah! you should have seen the fruit stall owner! the way he was chasing after me just for a simple apple."

Simon recounts his adventures of the day before you had met up for the afternoon. You sigh playfully at your thief of a friend.

"honestly, si....what am i going to do with you, hm?"

Simon smirks, loving the sound of your nickname for him on your tongue, the way you shortened his name sounded so much better than the harsh way that everyone else says it. He's about to make a crude comment most likely but you both get interrupted as you see flames and hear the distant yet deafening cries of the fellow villagers that echoes through the once peaceful afternoon.

The two of you run, as fast as you could, desperate to help, lungs burning as they frantically search for oxygen in the thick smokey air. You frantically search for your family, friends or anyone who could explain this sudden chaos.Y

Through the smoke of your burning village you and Simon come across a group of men holding torches, wearing odd metal masks, armed with blades, arrows and spears, things you'd hardly seen before in the shelter of your peaceful village. Though you both knew that it could be nothing good.

You pause, never having been in such a life threatening situation before, your instincts and common sense weren't quite up to par and why should they be when all you've known was peace, the only chaos was when Simon stole something from the market.

"um...escuse me gentlemen? Do you know-"

Your polite and timid words are abruptly cut short as they shoot an arrow, the metal tip barely missing your widened eyes and instead causing your cheek to bleed. You were frozen, you felt like crying, being sick and running away all at once. The overwhelming feeling of having danger so suddenly thrown in your face. Luckily for you, Simon managed to snap out of his own trance, grabbing you tightly and pulling you along.

"come on! we need to go!"

You run to the forrest in hopes of losing the men, weaving through the old and and sturdy trees, memories of the times you and Simon would spend hours up in the branches briefly flash in your mind before being promptly tugged again by Simon to the side, your eyes catch a glimpse of the spear that had just about missed your head.

The heavy breathing of you both echoes through the darkening forrest, your warm breath creating clouds of vapour in the air, your lungs sting with the sharpness of adrenaline and exercise.

The strange men clad in metal and weapons can be heard, their chasing relentless, voices yelling at each other to guide more of them towards you. It goes silent for a few minutes, the only noise in the seemingly empty forrest being you and Simon's heavy breathing which you both desperately tried to quiet.

You and Simon turn to each other, a smile of relief on both your faces. You were finally safe, you began to think of all the ways to save the villagers, maybe you could find a nearby lord? Or maybe they'd just leave on their own?

But it doesn't take long until everything around you seems to go dull, that relief you felt just moments ago going cold, as you watch the spear tear through Simon's chest, the cracking noise of sharpened metal breaking bones and flesh of the man you adored embedded in your memories forever. You fall to the ground with him, almost as if you had been wounded yourself. The strange men seemed to believe so anyways as they left, not even checking if you two were dead, almost like this whole thing was just for their own sick enjoyment, enjoying the pain of families watching each other die, their only relief being the hope of seeing everyone in the afterlife.

As you fell to the floor everything felt dark, dull, an empty feeling of loss covered you. The moss on the forest floor was cool against the heat of your living body. You could see the way his eyes were fading, that beautiful brown that made you think of nature and warmth, going a ghostly grey. Your hands grasp onto him.

"no...no,.no, no... si! Please dont, you have to stay with me. Im begging you! I cant be without you...si, please"

A tight feeling in your heart takes away the rest of your breath, you can't speak properly anymore, only managing garbled pleas as if that would save the dying man in your arms, as if that would get rid of the spear in his back that pierced through his chest. Through your begging you still couldn't manage to utter those three words that you'd both been hanging off the edge of your tongues, those three words that was so obvious between you yet because they were never spoken neither of you dared to go further than friends.

The trees suddenly felt like they were watching, mocking you for your feeble love, laughing at how easily he was dying. They loomed over you, the bark twisting into cruel smiles as you begged Simon to stay with you.

He tries to brave a smile, barely breathing as he gets out his final words.

"god....I love it when you call me that"

And with that you saw the playful light drain from his eyes, that oh so beautiful brown gone pale.

You cried, you don't know for how long but you remember seeing the sun disappear in the corner of your eye more than once. As you cried your grip on Simon's icy body only got tighter, as if you could transfer your warmth to him to bring him back.

[wanderingmoonmen]

Hi! I just wanted to come here and gush about how much I love your half doomed and semi sweet series real quick! I binged it all in two days and you guys have done such a good work on it. I honestly think the first installment is probably one of my favorite pieces of fanfic ever just due to how great the mix of character interaction and action is within the fic. I also just adore how Mary is handled with James and how he realizes that Mary wouldn’t say a lot of the stuff his hallucinations are saying but also it’s still overwhelming and hurts despite this! I’ve also been enjoying the lot more day to day ness of the sequel fic too, where issues still come up but it’s also not, running from monsters all the time (unless those monsters are silent hill remnants/bad thoughts, sorry James!).

I don’t know if it’s ever detailed anywhere, but what exactly inspired you to write the sequel fic if you don’t mind me asking?

aaaaa this has been sitting in my inbox for a bit because I saw the nice words and it makes me melt into a puddle and I want to take time to properly answer your question. Thank you ❤️

I ended up writing way too much in my answer so the tldr; I have way too many thoughts and ideas and with @fly-rye 's encouragement and participation we're now in a place where there's a whole timeline and already drafted events still out there to do.

My ramblings and more detailed explanation under the cut

I think in the preface to Promise, or somewhere, I've said that literally all of this started as a joke. I'm also going to keep to my guns of coming up with it back in 2018 (albeit a joke that I kept to myself lmao). I had sort of kept my 'joke' meeting in some sort of filing cabinet in my mind. And honestly if @fly-rye wasn't a super cool and amazing friend and didn't indulge my bullshit we wouldn't be here (also I'm pretty sure that DBD audio of Leon sounding very......... y'know affected it too. I also started a playthrough of RE4 on Oculus at the same time. Also also this literally started I swear a couple months before remakes were formally announced.) ANYWAY this isn't an answer to your question, I just like rambling.

Now that sort of plays into what inspired the sequel, I think I am a 'too many thoughts head full' type of person and just have too much to say sometimes (and perhaps also too much imagination). I also like trying to explain things so the in-fiction lore makes sense (like... extensively thinking about how to actually for real explain how James got to Spain or What Is The Scientific Explanation For Silent Hill etc etc. I just like to make things Work in my head, idk how to explain it).

When Promise turned into a project, there was more serious thought into how their relationship worked and how to explain Leon's character changes in future media. Then it was a thought of 'how could things be better for the both of them?' Or 'what if they were allowed to heal and grow as people' and whatever else that can be narratively satisfying about seeing hurt people finding each other and helping each other.

Then that turns into 'let's put that thing into a situation.'

Which, of course, there are A Lot Of Situations considering Leon has... 4 movies and 1 game he's in after RE4.

There's also the interest of exploring the mechanics of Silent Hill and exploring how SH3/SH4 can become entangled with the mess.

There's then the flip side of the domestic life and living as """""normal"""""" people.

So to fill the gaps between Situations we've brainstormed a Lot of timeline stuff and certain relationship beats that should occur (yknow like their gay wedding, spoilers). I'm also trying to show how James integrates with the rest of the RE crew and with Harry and Heather.

So... Basically I've thought... a lot about how to make their ship and this universe integrate into all the canon events and have some random drafts for it (of course much credit goes to @fly-rye to a) indulging me b) getting sucked into this c) being super supportive d) brainstorming the Situations with me) because there's just so much potential!!

Now, this is kinda where I get stuck and why there hasn't been more posted, if you're wondering

I like to be thorough and in my head I think I need to explain and show character development in detail because, again, in my head, I think it'll then be viewed as 'bad' or idk, 'not well written' or 'not making sense' (as if any of this makes sense). So I feel like I need to show how these relationships develop so it's more convincing or whatever. I think about how some media is panned or criticized for bad relationship writing, ie 'we've been best friends for 10 years and he really helped me out, right bob?" Like who says that.

So in starting PE I wanted to try and thoroughly and logically explain how we get to the current point.

Obviously this is also literally fanfic and [insert meme here] it's my AU and I can do what I want [just tell you This Is How It Is]

But... I'm not great at writing fluff or character interaction stuff just for the sole purpose of development. I thrive on hurt/comfort and angst stuff (if that wasn't obvious) whereas trying to come up with story beats for a beach trip or something is much more difficult for me. So I've struggled to move forward because it's just not my forte and it takes practice and patience...

Unfortunately, I can be rather impatient.

It's really annoying when you're trying to be thorough! So even when I've got a plan, I just get annoyed with my writing because I just wanna get to the good stuff!!! Why can't I write this out faster!!!! I need to beam my thoughts into a document!!!

I keep on feeling like I'm making empty promises, but I do really wanna keep writing and posting. I am trying and I think about sitting down and writing a lot, but between all those other hangups and not having time, I just haven't.

I know a lot of this isn't exactly what you asked, but I hope it answers your question and then some. Thank you again for reaching out it means a lot to hear from readers!!!

[kunikame]

¡ ! ❝ REDAMANCY . . ❞

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing, death mention, sakasaki natsume is a simp, rip mao im sorry ill write a mao fic as an apology for what i put him through one day i promise

w/c : 1.1k

wataru hibiki has, in his time at yumenosaki academy, seen many dreams crumble. he's witnessed many dreamers fall apart, give up and leave, become a shell of who they once used to be. he's familiar with this particular feeling of loss, of not remembering who you once were; who you wished to be. 

it's a common experience and he has long accepted it strikes when least expected, to the ones you least expect it to happen to, because their dreams are simply too precious– too pure, yet they're still thrown into such a distressing situation.

he wishes he could keep that view, keep looking at the world in black and white, see the evil in the good and the purity in the bad. perhaps it would be easier, less taxing on the mind.

and yet, he hesitates, finds himself looking for an exception; a fault in his theory. he feels his gaze wandering around the ballroom– black and white, filled with fraudulent faces– only to be met with the smiling face of the one who so dearly refers to him as his 'master'.

he protected natsume once, he can do it again, and yet as he truly focuses on his expression, wataru finds there is nothing to protect the boy from.

he's smiling– truly smiling, with his entire being, because natsume has found his safe place.

wataru thinks he is okay with that. as his gaze slides to the person natsume is looking at so fondly, he finds himself relieved she's looking at him the exact same way, like he himself hung the stars and the moon in the night sky. 

perhaps, perhaps some dreams won't crumble

contrary to the flourish in natsumes speech and movements, he hates social events that include the higher classes. he’s been trained for them, taught how to behave, move, interact, stand, lift a glass,.. he knows it all. he has always, always hated these. so then why does he find himself so at ease at this specific event?

because it celebrates his mother? his friends are here? the color scheme makes him feel at ease? no.

you laugh at something kohaku says and suddenly he has the answer to all the questions running through the back of his mind, and he knows it’s you and it’s always been you and it always will be you.

because natsume sakasaki gazes down at you like you are his sun and his world revolves around you; he wants to be yours– he is yours, but only if you want him to be. he thinks he would continue being yours even if you didn't desire it to be so, he simply couldn't stop following the predetermined route he is meant to take; following the course mapped out for him, much like the planets you hold so dear orbit the sun (and he hopes you hold him dear, too).

he finds himself desperately wishing soulmates were real because then his feelings would make sense because now he just feels and he doesn’t understand why.

and yet as you turn his way when you notice him walking towards you with that breathtaking smile of yours and something akin to sparkles in your eyes, his heart starts racing a mile a minute and he’s not even sure he can walk properly anymore. is this a curse? is he dying? what have you done to him?

“natsu! you were so great! i wish you would’ve seen yourself! err, well, i suppose performing was better but- not the point! ahhhh, i wish i had recorded it.. actually i think tsukasa said–”

you went on animatedly explaining whatever it is you were saying while he just stared. he wishes he could listen but he’s gonna be absolutely, brutally honest, he can’t bring himself to. his ears are ringing and his palms are suddenly sweating and holy shit has it always been so hot in here? where’s all the air from his lungs gone? why is his throat so dry? oh god you’re looking at him and what were you even saying oh go-

“natsu? are you okay? would you like to sit down for a bit? i’m sorry, i should’ve known you were tired– come, i’ll go get you some water,” you grab onto his elbow and pull him along with you universe knows where and he just lets you. 

suddenly he’s sitting in a chair and you’re fawning all over him; checking his temperature because apparently his ’forehead is too warm’ and sending mao to get some water (which he, to everyones surprise, does) while kohaku and tsukasa keep the other guests away from your unsuspecting corner and natsume just dazedly stares up at you while you gently push his bangs back with a look of genuine concern for him.

suddenly, air re-enters his lungs and his throat opens up, but the ringing and the fuzz in his brain remain. he doesn’t think you’ve ever been so close to each other before and frankly, it’s making him lightheaded. his amber eyes trace the curves of your face and he’s late to realize he could probably count your lashes if he really wanted to (he does, god does he want to) and, makeup be damned, even without it you put all beauty standards and so-proclaimed “most beautiful women in the world” to shame. 

despite the fuzz there is a singular coherent thought swirling in his brain, he thinks you’re beautiful. no, gorgeous. no, that’s not quite good either.

“you’re ethereal..”

and yet, that still doesn’t fully capture your essence. heavenly might be close. breathtaking? heartstopping? not quite.. they need to come up with a new word for you specifically because whatever high natsume is riding on, he can’t find a word good enough for you.

you’re looking at him in the eyes with an adorably flustered face and your hands are no longer messing with his bangs or touching his forehead and he’s a little slow to realize he accidentally voiced his thoughts when he sees you give him the softest of smiles; his face now feels 10 times warmer than before.

“thank you, i would say the same about you. ethereal, breathtakingly so,” your hand slides from his forehead to cup his cheek and natsume sakasaki thinks he might short circuit.

“i think i’m in love with you..”

your hand freezes and natsume begins to regret every life decision that’s led him up to this point but then he feels the soft press of your lips against his and, perhaps, he should give himself a pat on the back instead.

mao isara, however, regrets agreeing to come along the moment he walks past the curtain separating you from the rest of the guests just to see you kissing his “arch nemesis” and he’s forced to accept there is nothing, no deal, no faking; you love natsume sakasaki and he can’t do anything but watch. he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving the glass of water with kohaku and with the excuse of needing some fresh air, he exits the ballroom.

╰┈➤ synopsis ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

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Hi Robin! I'm the anon who asked for Barty Crouch Jr. here's my idea: Barty falls for an Auror reader in the moment she and the rest of the Aurors went to inprison him. I think Barty himself would be surprised to fall for an Auror but the reader it's so good at magic that he can't stop be impressed by her 🤔 You think he'll try to become a good person for her?

Hello again anon! Thanks for sending something in :)

Warnings: Yandere themes, Barty breaks into the reader's house, talk of reader being tied up, and mentions of killing and maiming, but no in-depth talk about it.

Barty would definitely be surprised when he finds himself obsessing over an Auror, much less the one who helped put him away.

But the more he goes over it, the more it makes sense to him. He'd find himself awed over your amazing magic skills, whether you were actually that good or he was just making it seem so much better in his mind.

He would only be more impressed if you'd been a key part of his capture and had spent months getting together everything needed to actually put him away.

When it comes to Barty, I believe he's liable to change a lot about himself depending on who he's obsessed with.

He's a huge worshipper. The moment he becomes obsessed with his darling, he's going to put them above everything else in his life, because, to him, you are a deity.

So for you, an Auror who actively strives to do good, Barty would start going on his best behavior while in Azkaban, but soon realizes that he can't exactly help or talk to you while in prison.

With how much bad stuff he's done, it's not like he's about to get out legally anytime soon, so he quickly hatches a plan to escape.

He'll pull whatever strings he can to get out and with how stubbornly obsessed he is with you, Barty's out in no time.

One night you'll come home from work to find him sitting on your bed, with him having already looked through your entire house, learning everything he can about the one he "loves."

Barty's very quick to disarm you before you can actually register him as a threat. But he's very quick to assure you that he's not a threat. He loves you, obviously. He wouldn't hurt you.

And he's actually quite gentle while tying you up, and will continuously assure you that this is just for your own good. He just needs to explain things first, then he'll let you go once you're properly cooperating.

He just wants to love and serve you, that's all. Barty promises he's not here to hurt you for being involved in locking him up. Actually, how you handled him then was what started his adoration for you in the first place.

Barty will be on his best behavior while in your view but is still a loose cannon otherwise. When you're not actively watching him, his impulses will be geared towards helping further your goals, which likely means he's going to kill and maim anyone who badmouths you or stand in your way.

He's a wild card alright. Even with someone as good as you, he's still a hot mess.

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hey,

just saw the ask about someone discussing ur characterisation of James in young blood and how they thought he wasn’t a ‘baddie’ and that he was ‘not cool’ (btw this isn’t like hate to the person who asked this or anything incase u reply to this publicly and they see this, ik they said they don’t mean it as hate, I’m just saying what I was thinking cause I think the difference is interesting I guess🫣 so all love!!! ANYWAYS.)

I just thought it was interesting cause I did not get that vibe at all from James in the story. What I got from it was that James was actually cool in juvie, in a lowkey probably a little shit, who is funny and annoyingly endearing kinda way. I also thought he was a ‘badass’ in his own kinda way. But I don’t rlly think ‘badass’ is the best way to describe him in this fic tho, i think it’s more he is very capable and able at holding his own but he’s not like some intimidating, cool and mysterious typical badass (I’ve written this word too many times I hate it now😔) like what I feel Regulus is more like. And I also did get the impression he was a ‘bad kid’ but in a more ‘ I was a good kid and I’m a good kid in my core but something shit happened to me so now I’m acting out and doing bad things cause I don’t know how to properly deal with what’s happened to me , people expect it of me and this is my coping mechanism plus the whole getting myself hurt makes me feel better in a way kinda way (that doesn’t make sense I don’t think BUT WE MOVE) and he doesn’t come across as supposed to have been some teen who was out here doing all this mega bad boy (ew I don’t like that phrase but I’m using it anyways) crimes, but more like enough to get u in juvie ones and be significantly concerning. I could ramble more cause that fat ass paragraph doesn’t even fully express what I got from the way u wrote James. But just overall I think it’s interesting how ppl can get different things out of the same piece of writing. Also sorry if what I interpreted it as, is not what you were looking for, it probs did come across the way u wanted I’m just shit at explaining well and concisely lol.

ALSO (sorry if u hate me for this 10k essay oopsies) the thing about u worrying that James seems OOC but saying he’s not, ur just portraying the effects of childhood. I PERSONALLY DID NOT READ IT AND THINK HE WAS OOC, PLEASE DO NOT STRESS ABOUT IT UR WRITING IS FABULOUS AND IM VERY MUCH GETTING WHAT UR PUTTING ACROSS. Like u can tell by the way James acts with his friends and his internal monologue that he would be what some people more typically see James as, but it’s his trauma which is preventing him from properly being so. Like it’s just this road block. AND EVEN IF HE DOES GET OOC ITS REALISTIC WHO CARES, ILL FIGHT ANYONE WHO DOES, ITS UR FIC(unless you care then I apologise queen) but it’s so realistic like I went through a rlly shitty thing in my early teenage years and personally I think I’m a completely different person cause of it, and it’s interesting to read the way James changes because of what happens to him. Personally, I rlly like the way u write James (omd especially in EOITV I just want to gush over that fic for a second, it’s chefs kiss I love it so much, thank you for creating it, your mind is a wonderful place) I like how he can be a bit more messy, it’s interesting (also that reminds me another reason why I don’t think he’s spineless in young blood, cause he had a go at Regulus when they were fighting and I was like YEAH I KNOW U CAN SAY UNFAIR THINGS BUT ALSO STANDING UP FOR URSELF AND ACTING OUT AND NOT BEING PERFECT YAY, cause sometimes I do see James written in situations like that where he just takes it (nothing wrong with that I just personally prefer where he can gives just as good as he gets sometimes!:)))).

I need to stfu this is way to long, I’m actually embarrassed and scared u think I’m like some obsessed weirdo, I’m not I promise, it’s just 2:30 am and the most common feedback I get on school essays is ‘stop the waffle’. So long ass pieces of writing tend to be a bit too familiar with me 😔

okay last bit I promise, but THE AMOUNT OF NEW FICS U HAVE AND THE RATE U BANG THEM OUT?!?!, whenever I come to your blog and see a post about a new fic, I’m like wow your insane but in the best way possible cause how is this possible?! How are you able to do this?! This is so impressive ?!😭 Cause ur fics r to such a good writing standard and each one is so unique and different to each other, I run around my room in excitement each time u post a new chapter.

I could go on but I won’t because the fear of appearing a tinsy bit insane is real and idk if this is overwhelming, but yeha sorry, my waffling tendencies can be my downfall 😭

but uhhhhh Yeha overall, your writing and ability to write is very impressive, bye 😗😁

Hello!! I can’t answer you privately bc ur anon so I’ll start by saying: that ask? No lingering thoughts or feelings about it whatsoever and this reply is not even going to be about that, just what you’ve said. I can’t imagine how much time it took you to write all that because it takes me FOREVER to write replies to asks, so I appreciate your time and ofc have to write you a response because I’m honored <33

Just on the subject on Youngblood James. You put it perfectly and I think I said this in my end notes vaguely—childhood trauma changes EVERYTHING. Exactly as you said, I myself had a pretty shitty childhood and I think I’d be an entirely different person if I’d grown up differently. I got BPD out of it (😭) and Youngblood James got some pretty fucked up mental health and coping skills. And it was my hope that seeing James thru Reg’s POV and seeing his relationship with his friends etc. that you’d be able to see there’s still some of that James Potter we know and love, BUT part of James’ canon character (or fanon idk) is that he grew up comfortably, privileged, with two loving parents, getting whatever he wanted. We see it in canon with how cocky and in need of some humbling he was, and Youngblood James got way more than humbled, his life got blown to bits and while he was very, very, young. Before he even would have been Hogwarts age in canon. SO, I don’t think he’s OOC at all, I think he’s exactly who he’d be if those things happened to him. And I put a lot of thought into his character and his actions. So me fearing him seeming OOC is really just that I can put things out into the world but I never have any idea how it will be taken or if my intentions will be realized.

I didn’t intend for him to be badass at all because like… James’ crimes were all really in efforts to self-destruct. Him fighting people he did because he wanted to be hurt. Stealing a car? Well… we know by now how that ended. I also will note I didn’t intend reg to be badass either (tho maybe his character naturally is a little bit) because Youngblood isn’t about that, or how cool it is to commit crimes. it’s about how fucked up the system is, how childhood trauma lingers, how we need to do more to support and help kids in need instead of writing them off. So many kids act out or get in trouble because of much deeper reasons than them just wanting to cause trouble. And I say this as someone who was a kid who acted out, and who also recently as a more straight and narrow adult now, had their car fucking vandalized and literally SHOT AT by a bunch of kids. But I can look at those kids in real life, in my town, and I know the families they come from, I know there’s things going on behind closed doors. And yeah, was I pissed? Ofc, actually I was pretty devastated. I worked 7 days a week to buy that car and it was my first. there being reasons doesn’t make their actions okay, but I can also see that here in real life, children are being failed when they’ve barely had a chance at life yet. And Youngblood is really my attempt to humanize these issues and draw light to how we may be failing children. ANYWAY there was my long winded rant. I lost the plot a bit tbh but I could go on about Youngblood 😭

So in short, James in my opinion is not OOC, and ur right he is not weak either, because trauma and mental health issues doesn’t equate to weak. I think you exactly hit the nail on the head and it’s always appreciated when I feel like someone really gets my characters. My James is my James, and he’ll always be so special to me, every single version, because no matter what universe I throw him in, I always know exactly who he is and what makes him that way.

This is so long, I don’t really expect anyone to read this but you (hopefully), but this is just for you anyway <33 I appreciate all your kind words and interesting thoughts and I love how you said it’s interesting that ppl can read the same thing and get something different out of it. Because the amount of times I’ve written something and realized ppl got something entirely different than I’d expect honestly shocks me. And sometimes it’s sad if ppl miss my point, but mostly I think it’s beautiful that we can all interpret things differently.

Hope you have the best week and life is treating you warmly xx