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winter-jay-official Ā· 7 months ago
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You guys don't even know how much I think about my ocs...
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soggy-fishsticks Ā· 12 days ago
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hey guys sorry if posting my art takes a little while I've been too busy thinking about visual kei fashion and gnawing on my enclosure abt it xoxo šŸ’‹šŸ’•šŸ«¶
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#rant#it's taking too much brainspace I have so many clothes diys I wanna finish/do#and outfit ideas#and art ideas#and art wips#but executive dysfunction is the FUCKING DEVIL OHHHHHGGJJJ MY GODDDD#SAVE ME FROM THE BRAIN DEMONS PLEEEEAAASEšŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ™šŸ™šŸ™šŸ™šŸ’”šŸ’”šŸ’”šŸ’”#so if any of you guys have cared to read this at all + have seen some of my past posts#I wanna give a formal apology for announcing my epic ideas and then seemingly abandoning them šŸ«”šŸ˜“šŸ’”šŸ«¶#i think it might be a curse atp because WHY DOES EVERYTIME I SHOW YOU GUYS SOMETHING IM WORKING ON MY MOTIVATION COMPLETELY DISAPPEARS šŸ˜­#I actually feel bad bc I'm just leaving you guys in the dust šŸ˜“#I feel like I'm just ping ponging from idea to idea- mini project to mini project- and I end up doing nothing about any of it šŸ˜­#does this also happen to you guys??? is my brain melting????#tfw when you physically can't keep working on a project anymore even though your heart yearns for its completion ļæ½ļæ½ļ潚Ÿ˜›āœŒļø#so many funny ideas..... yet so little willpower šŸ’”......#<- someone who's probably gonna post another animation later#this has been floating around in my noggin for a while#but for the meager amount of only 200+ people who have followed me so far (if you ever read this) thank you so much. like genuinely šŸ«¶#I might post a lil something about it lol#I'm also really glad for all of my awesome mutuals!!!! whether or not we've ever interactedā¤ļø#please excuse me šŸ™I must now go stare at clothes from vkei and kote kei fashion brands whilst mentally watching paint dry#lest I be sent to shadow realm for daring to try to focus on other tasks šŸ™ godspeed soldiers šŸ«”#ok rant over šŸ˜Žāš ļø
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mayaree-darling Ā· 6 months ago
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just a bit of luck your way // Self Aware Wuthering Waves (Jiyan)
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Pairing(?): SelfAware!Jiyan and Player!Reader
Synopsis: You're one of the many players who started playing Wuthering Waves on release and of course the main thing you waited for is pulling for Jiyan.
From Mayaree: celebrating rn coz i got Jiyan and his weapon on my first 10 pull on each banner (dont know if that's supposed to happen but still a celebration).
CW: self aware au; no concrete spoilers because i just reached a little past level 20; swearing; second person pov (you, your, etc.)
Word Count: 2.8k (unedited)
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Surely, surely there was something wrong with this game. You know for a fact you ain't that lucky - especially in these anime gacha games - so either there was something wrong with this game or the devs were just that giving to their players.
You had decided to play Wuthering Waves on a whim, caught up on the excited chatter you've been hearing all over the internet at its coming release. Patiently waiting for the servers to open worldwide, you sat down on your cozy chair with some snacks and a drink, ready to play. A grin ticks your lips upwards as you're taken to choosing your character.
You gotta say, the game is pretty amazing on your first run. Attack, parry, dodge. Seems simple enough. With a few fights, you were getting used to the routine and the enemies' patterns. If you had to nitpick something, though-
"This feels a little too easy." You were by no means an overly skilled player, as far as you were aware. Maybe it's because you're just barely past the start of the game, but it feels like the enemies were dying a bit too quickly. And you were only dealing like 10 damage per swing.
But just as you say it, you sit up in your chair in attention. Didā€¦ did they just get harder to kill? No, wait, you did just raise your Union Level, so maybe that's why. The enemies' attack patterns are slightly more advanced and although you're dealing more damage, their health bars are keeping up with you. Well, you were complaining earlier, so maybe this was a good thing? You keep playing, now being kept on your toes during combat.
After grinding a bit more - how much time have you spent already? Not enough, you think - you finally unlock what you've been waiting for this whole time.
The gacha system.
You're no stranger to gacha games. If anything, it's the reason you played this game in the first place. Sure the combat was nice, but what was better than collecting these prettily designed anime men and women and running around with them on the open world map? Nothing was more fulfilling than staring at your growing roster of playable characters the longer you played the game.
And for Wuthering Waves, the first addition to your would-be collection appears on the screen.
You'd be lying if you said you were going into the game blind. With the amount of Jiyan videos you've seen from the betas and leaks, you may as well have played him for a month now. From idle animations to his forte attack, you watched as many videos available as you could. And each one solidified for you that you needed to pull for him. That man was coming home one way or another.
Grinding a little more astrite by doing a couple of missions here and there - you had 1,300 astrite, just a little more for the home goal and then- you were ready. Sure it's just a meager 10 pulls but it was definitely a start. And you never knowā€¦ right? You click the 10 pull button and-
OH??? SHIT, WAS THAT GOLD JUST NOW???? YOU KNOW FOR A FACT GOLD IS A GOOD THING, RIGHT??? You click through the 3-star results as quick as you can and- YEAH YEAH THAT'S HIS ANIMATION IT'S HIM HE'S HOME IT'S JIYAN!
You all but kick the chair away and bump your whole lower half on the table as you jump up in joy. You may as well be doing backflips while you're at it. You got him??? On the first 10 pull, no less???? This game was spoiling you holy shit. And it's only been a day.
Immediately heading over to the characters screen, you go to Jiyan's profile and just. Stare at him. Basking in the fact that you played this game on day 1, got the first available limited 5 star, and on your first fucking 10 pull.
Holy shit.
You scream into a pillow and hope your housemates don't hear. Or maybe they should hear because this has got to be the luckiest day of your life and you'd flex it on their faces if they understood the gacha game hype. Going back to the screen, Jiyan is doing one of his idles, twirling around his spear. My god, he looked glorious. His whole appearance was both beautiful and imposing. He looked so cool, hot damn.
"I'll be relying on you from now on, general." You grin once more and spin your chair with a whoop.
You level him up as high as you can, using all the leveling materials available at the moment. He's capped out at 20 right now because you did just start playing and still haven't unlocked character ascension, but you're willing to grind more just to raise him. You even move him to the first spot in your team (sorry, Rover, you can take the next spot).
You head on over to training, to gather some weapon and leveling materials but also because you want to test him out in battle. Damn it all, those beta videos of him didn't disappoint. He was just as good, if not even better since you're the one playing him right now.
He was definitely fun to play with. Of course, all the characters are fun to play with, but Jiyan was twice as fun. Would it be bold to say it was like you were meant to play as him? Suddenly the game is easier again. But not because the enemies are easy to kill, more so you feel like you're able to move better. You seem to be able to time dodging and parrying a lot better, even knowing when to attack at the best moment. Clearly, it was a really good decision to pull for him.
When you've grinded enough - he's level 40 now and you've fully accepted you're in this game for the long run - you go to level up his 4-star broadblade and then stop. You've saved up enough astrite for another 10 pull, right? Maybe you still have some luck left from the Jiyan pull, soā€¦ maybe?
"What do you think, Jiyan? Do I go for it?" You laugh at the absurdity of your one sided conversation. "I think you deserve your main weapon."
To your surprise, you watch as he laughs once, shaking his head and looking away with a barely noticeable smile (it's hard to tell with your gadget's graphics, but you definitely heard him). Wasā€¦ was that part of his idle animations? You make a split-second decision to check his profile. Uh, no? No, it wasn't? Where'd that come from??? Well, maybe it was a secret animation plugged in by the devs. Game devs did like adding a little secret every now and then, right?
Anyways, although indirectly, Jiyan just gave you his answer. You were pulling for his weapon. You mean, there's still like 20 days left for you to pull if you don't get it right away, so there's no harm in building pity right now. Right? Right. To the gacha you go.
Breathing out - maybe a small prayer to the gacha gods in your head - you click the 10 pull button on the limited-time weapon banner-
WAITWAITWAITWAIT WAS THAT FUCKING GOLD??? AGAIN??? THERE'S NO SHOT. THERE'S NO FUCKING SHOT THAT THIS IS-
You stare at the golden glowing weapon on your screen in disbelief. A second passes, and then another as you stare at the green and gold broadblade. Verdant Summit. In the flesh. Excitement follows soon after like a tidal wave. You're off your chair in the next second again, fist-pumping the air like no tomorrow. You don't even care if your housemates hear you jumping around this time.
"JIYAN, LOOK, WE ACTUALLY GOT YOUR WEAPON!" You think you hear someone knock at your walls but you could care less right now.
When you're seated and back to your screen, you immediately equip the blade to Jiyan and stare again. Fuck, he really did look cool. With the sword, he's even twice as cool. Okay, he was hot, you're not gonna sugarcoat it. He was both in equal measure. You try swinging the blade around and breathe out in awe.
"It looks like it was made for you," you laugh. Well, surely it was. The blade was designed for him from the moment it was created, but still. You hear his little laugh again, but the animation seems to be cut short when you accidentally slash. Whoops.
When the excitement dies down, exhaustion sets in. You look at the time. Damn, it was that late? You really played the game for a whole day? Woof.
But you think it was well worth it as you watch Jiyan with his weapon in action. You finish up battling with a few more enemies before leaning back on your chair, content. Silly as it may be, you wish your team goodnight before logging off for the day.
Jiyan waits until he can't hear your voice or feel the warmth that overtakes him whenever you use him before he moves. He groans as he stretches. You really did enjoy using him to explore Solaris 3, no doubt about that. Not that he was complaining.
Far from it, really.
"Cheater." Jiyan blinks once before turning around. Rover stands there, arms crossed with a frown set upon their face. Jiyan could tell there was no real bite to their expression or words, but he still found it rather funny.
"Are you talking to me, Rover?" Jiyan's voice is calm and collected, but he can feel the corner of his mouth tick upwards ever so slightly.
"You know what you did." Rover scoffs, still lacking actual bite. It was more like teasing, if anything. "You wanted to make them happy that much?"
"Is it not possible I just wanted to visit Jinzhou for a bit? Their goals and mine simply aligned at the moment and I used the opportunity." A lie, but not quite.
Yes, he did want to visit Jinzhou. Word had reached him of the new Rover who even the Magistrate had taken a keen interest to. He wanted to make sure they weren't anything dangerous, despite the prophecy. JuƩ knows the last thing they need is the Midnight Rangers at the Norfall Barriers and an ambush in the main city.
But the moment he arrived, things were very different. For one, the very Rover he was so wary of ended up working with him in a small team of three. The Rover was no normal person, either. Yes, Jiyan could tell that they were strong and would be able to get stronger at a rapid pace. But they also seemed too observant. How should he put it? It felt like they were seeing something else he couldn't. Or they were seeing everything differently.
And then he felt it for himself.
Your voice is warm but thunderous, and yet it was not painful for the ears. Loud with excitement he can't quite understand. You're excitedā€¦ that you have him? You even said you would rely on him from now on. He could laugh at how easy you were to please. Something so simple and you were already so happy. Maybe it's simply your emotions leaking into his own soul, but he could feel the genuine joy that you were feeling. He prides himself for choosing to come home as soon as he could if only to share in your happiness. He wanted to understand whatever it is that makes you so excited. After so much bloodshed, your joy felt like a breath of fresh air he hadn't taken in so long.
As you use him to walk around the world and fight Tacet Discords, it felt like he was seeing the world for the first time again. Maybe this is what the Rover was seeing with their observant eyes. Jiyan felt like he was experiencing Solaris 3 for the first time once again. Whenever you gasped at the sights of high cliffs and the boundless sky, he may as well be sighing in amazement with you.
"Rightā€¦ Took the opportunity. Sure." Rover raised an eyebrow. "And the broadblade?"
Jiyan shrugs. "I find that I work better with a familiar weapon." Another lie, but not quite.
He didn't mind using another weapon. His skills lay in his own sharpened abilities, not in whatever object he had on hand. He could manage fine with any other broadblade you gave him, and he trusted you to help him fight. You fumbled a little bit here and there, made him attack a little recklessly at times, but you were doing your best. Jiyan could count on you in battle.
However, when you asked him if he wanted his weapon, he stopped. Having his sword on hand would do him good, of course. As he told the Rover, he fights even better with Verdant Summit. But, there was something about you asking his opinion. He knows you cannot read his thoughts. And yet you asked. It felt rather niceā€¦ A connection between you both. A familiarity he did not expect but was definitely not unwelcome.
He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. To his surprise, you actually hear him. He frowns at the short panic this causes (did you not want to hear from him after all?), but thankfully you move on from it quickly enough. You take his laugh as a good sign and decide to acquire his weapon.
When he saw the shooting stars alight the waters below, Jiyan pondered for a second. Surely, there won't be any harm in helping you a bit, right? He reaches down and touches one of the stars, immediately making it light a glowing golden light as it shoots to the sky. He feels your joy before he hears it and with it, his own chest is filled with warmth.
There's a silence that overtakes you when you see the weapon that makes Jiyan worried. Didā€¦ you not want his weapon after all? But that can't be right, you even asked him for his thoughts. Or did you sense that you received it without effort? Did you realize he helped you get it? Maybe he shouldn't have meddled with your abilities.
Before he can overthink and sink into a spiral of doubt, your screams of joy and the sound of you jumping around in pure happiness fill his ears. Jiyan breathes out in relief, another small smile making its way to his lips. He was worried for nothing. Maybe you were just shocked for a little bit. Did you think he would not help you get it? He knew you would, he just helped you receive it earlier than you would have. He may or may not have simply wished to hear your joyous laughter at the moment.
As you give him Verdant Summit, he tests its weight and familiarity in his hand and perform a couple of swings (maybe he wanted to show it off a bit for you, just a touch). You think it was made for him? Well surely it was, and yet the comment makes him laugh a little more. You've been making him a laugh for a while now.
You enjoy a few more moments with him, battling together. He enjoys them as well, if he was honest, as you spend the time praising him and being in awe. It was rather embarrassing if he was honest, but he appreciated it all the same. Before he knew it, time had flown in an instant. You bid him and the others goodnight before leaving, and he knows you leave with a smile on your lips.
"Uh-huh. Right. I definitely believe you." Rover laughs. "Don't think I didn't see you smile, General Jiyan."
Almost on instinct, Jiyan covers his mouth with a hand, looking away. It barely concealed his embarrassment. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Be careful the others don't catch you helping them too much." Baizhi suddenly speaks from the side. She was so quiet Jiyan almost forgot she was there. The Rover smiles teasingly, before they turn around with a small wave. Baizhi follows soon after with a nod. "Chixia's already complaining that they're showing you too much favoritism."
"I- yes, of course. Thank you for the advice, Baizhi." Jiyan clears his throat.
Was it that obvious? Most likely. Rover and Baizhi may have seen too much considering they've been traveling together for a while now, but if even the others were noticing his closeness to you then he was doing a poor job at hiding it. However, was there really a need to hide it? The others did not try hiding their favor for the warm voice they hear and who guides them. So, there was no need to hide it himself, was there?
He spins his newly obtained sword - an old companion, but he felt like he was seeing it for the first time all over again, with better memories attached to it - and smiles softly. Yes, there was no need to hide how he favored your connection to him. It wouldn't even be a bold claim for him to say he was happy that he had made the decision to come when you called for him.
Jiyan hopes you stay with him for a while longer, if only to see what you see, feel happiness the way you do. He'd like that a lot.
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From Mayaree: Said I was gonna write Self Aware Star Rail but I just got too excited. Thank you, WuWa.
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Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories Iā€™ve written them into.
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trashytoastboi Ā· 7 months ago
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Day of Greed - Mammon
~NSFW Alphabet~
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Warning: NSFW content ahead (whole bunch of this and that)
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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)Ā 
šŸ’° Mammon is the self proclaimed best and boy does he pamper you, you wouldn't even need to lift a finger and heā€™s got you covered. Hot towel, cold towel? Heā€™s on it. Sore? Massages. Thirsty? Water, juice, a variety of other equally refreshing beverages. Heā€™s a little overbearing with his care but he really means the best and just wants to make sure that youā€™re as comfortable as possible. Youā€™d remind Mammon that sometimes you just want to snuggle and thatā€™s enough.Ā 
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners.)Ā 
šŸ’° He loves everything and he cannot make a distinction for one or the other. Mammon loves, appreciates and worships all of you. Everything about you is perfect and his favourite. Your eyes whenever they look up at him, your nails digging into his back, your hips that he loves to hold onto. It feels like Mammon just wants to touch every part of you whenever the two of you are together.Ā 
šŸ’° On himself? His hands and mouth because he loves being able to touch and kiss you.Ā 
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)Ā 
šŸ’° With Mammon brain he prefers being able to cum inside you, or have you swallow. Makes him feel even closer to you in a strange way but who can really decipher this demonā€™s brain when it comes to stuff like this. Trust he was quite eager to learn about where his cum looked best on you, and would experiment by making sure to always cum somewhere different. He just thinks itā€™s the best when itā€™s leaking out of you or you swallowing it. Heā€™s got an average amount with his loads, not that thick and pretty general taste.Ā 
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)
šŸ’° Mammon loves spending money, mostly on himself. Until he finds that he loves to pour it onto you. Buying toys, lingerie, outfits, jewelry. He doesn't see it as anything bad because it's the gift that keeps on giving. He's starting to coin some weird new phrase he calls a money kink. Of course, it's not just the act of spending money. It's enjoying the pay off that comes from it. Seeing you using all these lavish gifts he gave you. Sometimes without your knowledge. How, you ask? Well those toys were good for when he was away, maybe busy with modeling work and you got lonely. He could feel the burning of his pact mark whenever you thought about him, the amount of times he'd secretly watch you getting off. While laying in his bed, using the toys that he bought you and none the wiser that he was watching you right now. Mammon had to exert so much self control just to insure that he could hold himself back from appearing and fucking you senseless.
E = Experienced (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)
šŸ’° Has some experience from a few casual hook ups and he knows what heā€™s doing. Only appreciated his meager experience when it came to you because he knew enough of the basics to take the lead. Honestly felt like he was learning everything from scratch because he wanted to know what you like, what got you going, what would push you over the edge and so he basically forgot everything he knew to allow himself to learn your tastes.Ā Ā 
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
šŸ’° Tabletop - I mean he loves fucking you on his pool table, and with how often he does you feel this position deserves to be mentioned. Drives Mammon crazy when you get needy and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer.Ā 
šŸ’° Pressed up against a wall -Ā  Mammon loves having you pressed up against a wall while heā€™s fucking you, makes sure you canā€™t run away from him. You have a tendency to move away from him whenever he overstimulates you too much but this position ensures that you canā€™t go anywhere. Just be good and let the great Mammon pleasure you.
šŸ’° Lotus - Loves this position because of the intimacy it provides, holding you close and helping you move your hips while heā€™s kissing you and catching those pretty eyes looking at him with so much love and desire.Ā 
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc)
šŸ’° Heā€™s so silly in the best way. Heā€™s not trying to make it goofy but heā€™s on cloud nine whenever heā€™s with you and heā€™s all smiles. Itā€™s an infectious happiness. Sometimes heā€™d do something that makes you chuckle and heā€™ll stop to look at you asking whatā€™s making you laugh.Trying to explain the way all his jewelry makes a sound every time he thrusts like a shaker only made him wear more and louder things.Ā 
H =Ā  Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc)Ā 
šŸ’° No consistent style really, sometimes heā€™s trimmed, other times heā€™s completely clean and sometimes he leaves it to get a little more natural. Certain shoots could have an impact too depending on the client, some might want him to be shirtless and no happy trail must be present, others prefer the look of them. Curtains match the drapes too.Ā 
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)Ā 
šŸ’° Romantic in intention and tries to show it through his actions. He always holds you close and will tell you how much he loves you, again and again. Heā€™s kissing you, moaning into your mouth about how good you feel and holding you in some way. He needs you close, itā€™s rare that his hands arenā€™t holding onto you in some shape or form and Mammon needs a lot of kisses, his kisses are greedy and insistent they demand you, beg for you and you know you could never deny him. Not when he loves you that much.Ā 
J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)
šŸ’° Surprisingly not the biggest fan of it, not when heā€™s got you. Will only do it when he canā€™t handle how hard he is, if itā€™s unbearable. Heā€™s not ceremonious about it either. Heā€™ll go somewhere private and take care of it. Heā€™s so nonchalant about it to youā€™d think heā€™s bored (lowkey kinda is) Mammon always compares it to how he feels when heā€™s with you and it doesnā€™t measure up.Ā 
K = Kink (One or more of the kinks)
šŸ’° Praise kink - Call him a good boy and Mammon will be complete putty in your hands. He just wants you to praise him, tell him heā€™s doing a good job. Heā€™ll literally beg you to praise him, giving you those sad puppy eyes that just want a compliment or two. Goes a little bit of a second way because he loves complimenting you, in everyday life and during the more intimate moments together.Ā 
šŸ’° Overstimulation - Heā€™s greedy, he canā€™t stop after the first time you cum. It just sets something off in him, he needs more. Mammon needs to watch you losing your mind, watch you cum on his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Heā€™ll beg for one more, just one more (itā€™s never just one more) Has you all dazed, thinking youā€™re about to faint and so painfully sensitive as he just wants to give him more.Ā 
šŸ’° Biting - Heā€™s always giving you little love bites, marking you up so everyone knows that youā€™re his. Gets all pouty when you cover them up. Never bites you hard enough to hurt badly but enough to leave marks, loves biting your neck or shoulders while heā€™s cumming. Always making sure that thereā€™s a prominent one on your inner thigh and heā€™ll give you a new one when it heals.Ā 
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
šŸ’° His bedroom - Preferably bent over his pool table, or heā€™ll fuck you on his couch, or in his bed. I mean the floor is an option too- that wall over there looks inviting. (Honestly heā€™s had you on about every possible inch of his bedroomā€¦Even the ceilingā€¦)Ā 
šŸ’° Not opposed to public ventures - Heā€™s not super risky about it though, (I mean aside from the obvious) will only really initiate if he knows thereā€™s a very low risk of actually getting caught. Canā€™t risk having anyone else see how pretty his partner is all for him.Ā 
šŸ’° Thereā€™s a specific closet in RAD thatā€™s become something of Mammonā€™s secret hangout and itā€™s where he bunks classes, also where heā€™s pulled you in for a little quality time before.Ā Ā 
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)
šŸ’° Basically anytime he watches you being a badass, doesnā€™t know why it just turns him on. Likes when you kiss him and get all heated and desperate. The way your kisses grow sloppier, deeper and more urgent for him. Mammon loves feeling like YOU want him and thereā€™s no greater turn on than being wanted by you. (Also if you tug on his hair while kissing him) Heā€™s open about what you do to him and now knowing that, you still do those things knowing it will turn him on.Ā 
N = No (Something they wouldnā€™t do, turn offs)
šŸ’° Sharing/threesomes/exhibitonism - Heā€™s literally incapable of sharing you with someone else. His greed could never allow it. Or having others see you in a way only he can. Yeah youā€™ve taken a few photos and videos together, you can rest assured no one else will ever see them because those are Mammonā€™s guilty pleasures and youā€™re pretty ā€˜nd stuff that he canā€™t allow others to catch on because theyā€™re definitely gonna fall in love with you.Ā 
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
šŸ’° He isnā€™t called the great Mammon for nothing. Heā€™ll never admit all the research and times he practiced against his hand to make sure he had the technique down. He just would pretend to naturally be that great at it while driving you crazy, having you cumming non stop while doing all those insane things with his tongue. His fingers would dig into your hips, hold you in place until he was satisfied. Mammon likes receiving too, especially when you surprise him out of the blue and just go straight for the prize. He likes seeing how greedy you get, trying to stuff all of his cock into your mouth when itā€™s clearly too much but youā€™re still trying and taking him like a champ.Ā 
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)Ā 
šŸ’° Slow, sensual and hard. He has a tendency for those hard thrusts that make your entire body jolt, and then drag out with the slowest pull feeling everything inside and then another hard thrust in. Heā€™d be kissing you, listening to how you gasp every time he slams against you, bottoming out and just being so so deep it feels like itā€™s knocking the air out of you. Can be fast and rough if heā€™s desperate enough or pressed for time.Ā Ā 
Q = Quickie (They opinions on quickies, how often etc)
šŸ’° Weā€™ve established the existence of his secret hideout in RAD, best believe itā€™s a popular quickie spot for the two of you. Mammon never fails to impress and makes quick work of you and himself. Thinks quickies are the literal best thing when he doesnā€™t have a lot of time but needs a little recharge on his person. Love how much you seem to enjoy them too. (Youā€™re adorable) Go to position for quickies is having you sitting on top of a surface or bent over it. Itā€™s what heā€™s best at.Ā 
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)
šŸ’° Heā€™s game to take risks and try out new things especially with you. It may end up being something the two of you really like, or hate and thatā€™s okay. Youā€™ll laugh about the fact it was terrible. Mammon is eager and adventurous which makes for fun experimentation. Things he learned he liked included spanking and bondage. ā€œHatedā€ edging, only because it was you edging him and you kept telling him he was a good boy even while you denied and ruined his orgasms for hours.Ā Ā 
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
šŸ’° Got a lot of rounds in him, you accredit his stamina to his work, running (away from Lucifer) and partying. A deadly combo that gave him so much excessive stamina. Doesnā€™t need to work out all the excessive energy though and will usually stop when youā€™re tired. As for the rounds heā€™s got pretty average time for individual rounds (youā€™re honestly thankful the multiple rounds are enough to already push you to the limit physically.)Ā 
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?)
šŸ’° He doesn't have any toys himself but heā€™s bought you A LOT. Loves seeing you using them and enjoys using them on you. It enhances the experience and makes things fun. Heā€™s a little evil about it, heā€™ll be chuckling asking whatā€™s wrong when youā€™re trying to force his hand away while heā€™s borderline torturing you with the vibrator on your sensitive spots and has you whining. You did convince him to try cock rings though, especially the vibrating ones (little bit of revenge)Ā 
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)
šŸ’° He teases a lot, gets you all riled up and then just a little more. He loves the slow build up, itā€™s not to the point of denial but he knows how to pace himself for foreplay and after your first orgasm then itā€™s non stop, thatā€™s when he gets serious about things. His teasing is just giving you everything except his dick- got you all fucked out before heā€™s even put it in.Ā 
V = Volume (How loud they are? What sounds they make? Etc)
šŸ’° Moans, groans and curses a lot. He curses so much, his vocabulary gets a little limited when heā€™s in pleasure brain mode and his friend downstairs is doing all the thinking for him. You think heā€™s got some of the sexiest moans youā€™ve heard and when heā€™s biting, marking you all up and he groans in bliss at seeing his marks and your expression. He can get loud if he makes no attempt to keep it down (another reason he sinks his teeth into you while cumming, mostly to prevent himself from getting too loud)Ā 
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character?)
šŸ’° Heā€™s a switch. Mammon has equally dominating and submissive tendencies in the bedroom. Heā€™s not dead set on having you always being the one to submit to him, and if you take the lead heā€™s happy to follow. Heā€™s good at reading the room and will act depending on what heā€™s reading, some days you want to be taken care of and just want to fall a little into sub space and heā€™ll take care of you during then. Heā€™s definitely a pleasure dom and service sub.Ā Ā 
X = X-Ray (Letā€™s see whatā€™s going on under those clothes?)
šŸ’°Human form: Dark bulbous tip, thick and girthy from the head to middle and narrows out at the base, a little longer than average. Itā€™s a stretch every time he pushes in.Ā 
šŸ’° Demon form: Maybe a little ironic that he swells at the base, and gets longer, shape alters a bit and you were pleasantly surprised. Call it a bonus, the first time he came in you in demon form- his dick swells, not at all like knotting, itā€™s the entirety just swells enough for you to notice it.Ā 
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
šŸ’° Average and high - His yearning for sex is normal but his yearning for YOU... Permanent all time high. Sometimes it gets a little confused and youā€™d think heā€™s permanently turned on and ready to go but he just wants to be close to you and smother you in hugs, kisses and maybe something else. If you werenā€™t around, it would be a desire for you heā€™d be feeling not so much the physical urge of sex. His drive is 90% because of you.Ā 
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)
šŸ’° Heā€™s still willing to go out and party afterwards, stay in and watch movies with you or something. He doesnā€™t feel the instant tug of sleep even if it did last hours, unless heā€™s intentionally trying to fall asleep he probably wonā€™t just fall asleep with the exception being he was exhausted beforehand.Ā 
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just-a-creep-babe Ā· 10 months ago
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53 and 65 for some posessive HABIT action, if you're still doing the prompt thing?
Will I ever get sick of writing nasty smut for Habit? Mmmmh no, I donā€™t think so šŸ˜ŒšŸ«¶
Requests are closed but commissions are open!
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53. ā€œYou can hate me all you want, but you canā€™t deny how good I make you feel.ā€
65. ā€œIā€™m going to fuck them out of you. Iā€™m going to make you scream my name so hard that youā€™ll never think of them again.ā€
He has you in a mating press, your thighs pressing against your chest, your body folded in half with your legs up over his broad shoulders
Both his hands are around your throat, his fingers tight around your neck, granting you just the right amount of airflow so that you donā€™t pass out on him
And despite everything, despite how overwhelmingly good he feels, youā€™re still pissed at him
ā€œF-fuck youā€”ā€œ
Itā€™s pathetic, the way you gasp the words out
Youā€™re clawing at his hands, writhing and squirming beneath him, but you canā€™t escape the bruising way he keeps driving himself into your sopping-wet cunt
You shouldnā€™t give in to himā€”you canā€™tā€”for your own sake
ā€œYou still upset, rabbit?ā€ he grunts, and as he says it, a wide, sharp grin spreads to his lips, ā€œYou can hate me all you want, but you canā€™t deny how good I make you feelā€
Itā€™s like he angles his hips on purpose to hit a spot that almost has you screaming
Your back arches, vision going white, mouth parting in a borderline obscene cry
ā€œYeah, thatā€™s right~ā€ he encourages, ā€œlook at that. Look at how fucking good you take my cockā€
He emphasizes his words with brutal thrusts, his pace hard and shameless and entirely unrelenting
Your cunt squelches noisily around him, wanting more, wanting to feel the thick head of his cock pulse deep inside your fluttering walls until he releases the entirety of his load into you
Some indignant slew of curses get caught in your throat, escaping only as a few choked moans when he applies more pressure to your vocal cords
ā€œDonā€™t worry, rabbit. Youā€™ll forgive me soon enoughā€”ā€œ
He interrupts himself with a grunt as you tighten around him
Youā€™re practically gushing around his cockā€”oh so unbearably close to an orgasm but trying desperately to resist it
You wonā€™t give him the satisfaction
You wonā€™t cum around him after everything heā€™s done, after all the horrors heā€™s committed in the name of his obsession for you
ā€œIā€™m going to fuck them out of youā€ he snarls, ā€œIā€™m going to make you scream my name so hard that youā€™ll never think of them againā€
He jams his cock so hard into you that it nudges against your cervix
You want to screamā€”itā€™s too much, he feels too goodā€”but all you can manage is a pathetic little submissive whimper
ā€œThatā€™s rightā€”take my cock, rabbit. Take every. Fucking. Inch of itā€
His voice splits, demonic nature permeating through, and you think surely heā€™s getting close as well
Surely he canā€™t keep this up for much longer
One hand leaves your throat, and you gasp, trying to swallow in the air thatā€™d been withheld from you, but he applies more pressure with his other hand, and all you can do is lay there and take it
Youā€™re trapped beneath him, forced to let him use your drenched little cunt as hard as he pleases
You donā€™t want it, donā€™t want to cum around him, but he feels so fucking good; whatever meager willpower you have left is crumbling apart
ā€œOnce I cum inside you,ā€ he grunts, ā€œIā€™m going to mark youā€”head to fucking toeā€”and everyoneā€™s gonna know who you fucking belong toā€
Your toes curl, tears springing to your eyes
Every ruthless pump has his tip kissing your cervix
Waves of ecstasy crash into your system, tensing your muscles until youā€™re squeezing his cock so tightly itā€™s all you can feel
Heā€™s all you can focus on
With his free hand, his fingers dig into the flesh of your cheeks to force your lips open
And just as everythingā€™s becoming too much, just as your visionā€™s blurring and your thighs start shaking, he spits a thick glob of saliva into your mouth
Itā€™s humiliatingā€”the way you cum for him despite your best efforts not to
Youā€™re helpless to resist him as even through your orgasm, he doesnā€™t once relent his brutal onslaught
He spits into your mouth one last filthy time, then takes both of your wrists in that one free hand and pins your arms above your head
ā€œF-fuckā€”fuck! H-Habitā€”fuck!!ā€
You want to tell him to stop, tell him to at least give you a break, but heā€™s impossibly persistent
You're practically gushing with arousalā€”you can feel it making a mess between your thighs
Youā€™re too drunk off his dick to know for sure, but thereā€™s almost no way you produced that much slick without squirting
You whine his name, over and over again as he imprints the shape of his cock into your convulsing walls
ā€œGood little bunnyā€”goodā€”fuckā€”good little rabbit. My little rabbit. My slutty fucking bunnyā€
His filthy nothings grow increasingly possessive as his cock keeps tensing and twitching inside you
ā€œHabit, Iā€™mā€”ā€˜m yours!ā€
Your cry has a snarl rippling through his chest
He buries his face into your neck, and then your bodyā€™s thrashing as his teeth sink into skin
He keeps you nice and pinned beneath him as he rides out his orgasm in eagerly satisfied thrusts
And even once heā€™s released everything into your cervix, once you feel utterly stuffed with his seed, he doesnā€™t pull out
Instead, he keeps nipping at your neck, alternating between licks, bites and kisses
ā€œThatā€™s right, good bunny~ā€ he hums the words out, and even then, his praises have your sex fluttering weakly around him
ā€œLetā€™s get you all nice and marked so you donā€™t forget who you belong to~ā€
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dell-amor-te Ā· 2 months ago
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ā€œThree For a Girlā€
Word Count: 3,029.
Warning(s): No beta but I try my best, slight language.
Pairing: F!Rook x Lucanis Dellamorte.
Summary: A look into a typical (very early) morning in the Dellamorte residence. (AKA the winner of that Dadcanis poll from a month ago, finally up and ready for reading.)
šŸ¦ā€ā¬›Read on ao3.
One for silence.
A single fussing soundā€”not even a proper cryā€”disturbed the otherwise placid night air. Perhaps it didnā€™t wake Lucanis in and of itself, but it certainly did nothing to ease him further into unconsciousness.
Maybe sheā€™ll go back to sleep.
It was wishful thinking, and entirely misguided.
More fussing soon followed the first. Lucanis sat up, blinking a few times to allow his eyes time to adjust to being open for the first time in hours. Despite only having moonlight that snuck in through the windows to illuminate vague outlines and shapes of furniture in the bedroom, he knew his way around well enough to carefully pry himself from underneath the covers.
Despite his lacking sleep routine, he still found himself hesitant to leave the warmth of his shared bed. While it may not have been as lavish as some magisters, it was still a far cry from the meager cot shoved into the corner of a pantry he had slept on, an even further cry from the Ossuaryā€™s cage that had acted as his home for a year before he was recruited by the Veilguard.
He rolled his shoulders, further unwinding from his rest.
Everyone had opinions when it came to babies. Lucanis learned that lesson before their daughter had even been born.
Let them cry, otherwise theyā€™ll become too dependent on you. Pick them up and soothe them so they go back to sleep. Donā€™t sleep with them in your bed. Keep them between the two of you until theyā€™re big enough for a crib.
It was endless. For a while, Lucanis had been sure it would end once the baby was born; when she became tangible and all too real and there was no more time before he was a father.
Her father.
When the newborn continued to fuss, Lucanis sighed in defeat.
His loveā€™s sleep-heavy voice drawled out a yawn from the opposite side of the bed, pulled from sleep by their fussing daughter. In the dark, he leaned over the bed to plant a kiss against warm, familiar skin. He would never grow tired of being able to give such affection, just as he would never grow tired of receiving it in return.
ā€œIā€™ve got her, anima mia. Iā€™m awake, anyway.ā€ A yawn interrupted him. ā€œYou stay put.ā€
A noncommittal groan assured him that his offer would not be fought tonight.
Between the three of them, it was hard to say who was getting the least amount of sleep these days.
Lucanis pulled himself up from his leaning position against the bed before retrieving and redressing himself in the housecoat he had haphazardly shrugged off before falling into said bed just hours ago. The Crow raised his arms above his head, catlike in comportment while he eased cramped muscles back to waking limberness. He rounded the bed and carefully freed his disquieted daughter from her bassinet.
ā€œNow, now, diavolina. Youā€™ve already woken us up, hm? No need to get louder.ā€ His teasing was gentle and warm, not that she could have understood him, anyway.
He was rather pleased. She was growing everyday, but her changing weight was just as familiar to him as any weapon of choice. He certainly enjoyed holding her more than any of his treasured daggers.
Two for surprise.
He pressed a kiss to one of her round cheeks, both because she deserved it and to make sure she wasnā€™t too warm. He placed another one to the center of her forehead. She was warm, as always, but not feverish.
ā€œSweet Andraste, this is quite the tantrum.ā€ Despite the chastising nature of his words, Lucanisā€™ lips were pulled upwards in a gentle smile, and his tone remained impossibly soft. ā€œWhatā€™s the matter, my pearl?ā€ He all but crooned, muttering a string of Antivan that she understood as much as she did any other language at this point.
He had done so since before her birth.
Having one parent fluent in Antivaā€™s famous tongue and one who still kept the language of the elven people alive, they did their best to introduce her to both, along with the common parlance she would need more than anything. After all, she was both elven and Antivan. Why should she not know both parts of her lineage?
Lucanis studied her, thinking better of his actions with a quiet hum, then he pressed another kiss to her other cheek.
ā€œThree for good measure.ā€
She was quieter in his arms, thankfully, though she remained far more awake than he anticipated. Dark-bright eyes stared up at him, fully alert despite the lateness of the hour.
Or was it considered early now?
Either way, if she had no designs to return to sleep, then he was going to need coffee.
And soon.
Fourā€™s exercise.
Rather than fussing, Lucanis listened with a half-smile as his daughterā€™s vocalizations became more agreeable, now that she had gotten her way.
Barely a month old, and the half-elf already knew exactly how to get her way. But, to be entirely honest, she had managed to wrap Lucanis around her little finger the moment he first held her in his arms. With her safely in his arms once again, he made his way out of the bedroom, leaving his love to continue sleeping undisturbed.
She babbled softly, entirely nonsensical, though each sound meant the world to Lucanis.
ā€œIs that right? Well, forgive me for presuming such a thing about you, my pearl. However, I feel I should tell you that your mother is a very good sleeper, unlike we two. And youā€™ve given her quite the time this past monthā€¦and the months before that, too. I think the least we can do is let her sleep tonight, donā€™t you?ā€
He stopped at the door to the room just down the hall, opening the door with a slight push using one of his knuckles.
There was no one to greet him on the other side of the door, though the room was plenty filled.
A menagerie of different gifts from Teia (and Viago) to mark the occasion of her birth, sat alongside, well, not gifts, but offerings from other Crows who wanted to sit well with the Dellamorteā€™s. A large, entirely too oversized plush birdā€”a crow, of courseā€”from her Uncle Illario, headed a small army of other toys and other playthings from her other aunts and uncles.
A carved dragon accompanied by a wyvern that Davrin had made, each holding a griffon feather in their mouths. Gold relics that acted more as decor than anything a newborn would be interested in beyond their shine. They were courtesy of Taashā€™s own private collection. An intricate mobile was suspended in the air above the unused crib, crafted and enchanted by none other than Bellara. A bundle of books had been a gift of Neveā€™s, while Varric had also supplied a tiny collection of his own.
Harding had also gifted a myriad of frames that now hung all over the room. Not one was empty, each one contained a pressed flower or other such plant, each collected along the course of the adventure that had led to the little girlā€™s parents meeting (again), and arguably to the existence of the little girl at all. The girlā€™s mother had insisted it was simply due to her elevated and inconsistent hormones, but it has certainly been the gift that had made her cry the most.
Well, apart from Emmrichā€™s gifts.
The crib was one of a kind, and Dalish made. Made by Nƶaā€™s late motherā€™s clan to celebrate Nƶaā€™s adoption, treasured all the same as any birth. The blankets, too, were Emmrichā€™s doingā€”handmade, soft but tapestry-like. One sported the colors of the Volkarin family banner. One was patterned with the sigil of the Dellamorte house. Another denoted Nƶaā€™s two clans, as well as her allegiance to the Veil Jumpers.
The knitted halla penned in the crib were gifts from different Veil Jumpers. The only one to wear a scowl was apparently meant to mimic Strife, no doubt gifted by Irelin, though she had never admitted to it.
The room was more like a shrine to the infantā€™s very existence rather than a nursery proper. The crib hadnā€™t been slept in once yet, as instead she had been routinely settled in the cot (a gift from Emmrich) at the foot of their bed, and only then when she wasnā€™t where she was nowā€”in one of her parentā€™s arms.
Lucanis had never allowed himself to dream of a life like this before. Death was his calling, and his desires did not exist outside of that calling. And yet he had hesitated, any time he saw an infant, his mind would try to wander. He would wonder.
He never could have dreamed of this, though. Not of how much he loved her mother, nor how much he loved her, their daughter, and certainly not how much she was loved by people who also loved him.
While the rumination meant the world to him, the muse behind his considerations was less than enthused by their stop.
ā€œAs you wish, my pearl.ā€
He turned to leave the room, shifting her to one arm so he could pull the door closed behind him.
The house was impossibly still in the liminal hours of night, almost like a crypt. Lucanis found it comforting, this quiet. No demon in his mind, or hanging on his ear.
He made his way down to the kitchen easily enough in the dark, though he remained mindful of each step until the light of his belovedā€™s enchanted candles licked against the flooring to illuminate the rest of his path.
ā€œAlright, now.ā€ Lucanis said with a quiet sigh. ā€œWeā€™ll have to wrap you up so I can use both of my hands, hm?ā€
The brightly-woven sash-turned-slingā€”an impromptu gift from Bellara from the night of the infantā€™s birthā€”had been thrown over the back of one of the kitchen chairs after its last use, and there it still hung in half-draped glory, ready for its next wearing. With one hand, Lucanis slid it over his shoulder before settling his daughter within, securing her to his chest with a deftness that had not come as immediately as his current proficiency would belie.
The sling had been the first gift their daughter received after herā€¦well, less than ideal birth.
Born a month before she was dueā€”by their estimationsā€”in a magisterā€™s home after said magisterā€™s failed abduction attempt. While Lucanis would never regret the active role he got to play in bringing her into the world, he had wished more than once that the ordeal of bringing a child into the world hadnā€™t further compounded on his wife by happening in a house that had played the stage for so much of her trauma.
Not to mention Nƶaā€™s immediate detainment after the body of said magister had been discovered, or the subsequent two days she had been incarcerated while evidence was collected to prove her innocence. Two days where a newly postpartum Nƶa had been forced into an unearned cell, left to tend to her own postpartum care while Lucanis fought both to prove her claim as well as care for a newborn who had been ripped from her mother.
Lucanis was often glad to be rid of Spite, but that was the first time he was truly thankful to be disconnected from the demon. He could only imagine what sort of reaction to the entire situation the demon could have come up with, his own emotions having been a dark storm enough on their own without Spiteā€™s additional support.
Even weeks later, it was difficult not to look at his wife and daughter from time to time and remember those emotions. He would do anything for them and their safety. And he had proven it time and time again.
But it was hard to tell where he would be today if he had given in to his own desires that day.
Five for a slaughter.
Lucanis yawned, setting to work preparing his coffee. The motions were familiar, comfortable.
Once everything was said and done and Nƶa was emancipated and they were reunited to adapt to life as a family of three, the issue of what to name their daughter finally presented itself.
During the course of the pregnancy, they must have discussed hundreds of names, for sons and daughters alike. But in the end, none of them matched up to the beginning their daughter had, nor did they reflect what continued to be a theme in her parentsā€™ life.
And so they had named her Judex, their judgmentā€”their justice, just like the blade of old Tevinter law.
A fitting irony for the freeborn daughter of an emancipated elven slave.
Six for the thrill.
ā€œNow, the trick to any good cup of coffee is to make sure youā€™ve got the right balance, Jude.ā€ He told her.
Taash had been the first one to call her Jude, and the nickname quickly caught on.
Judex remained unfazed by his explanation of proper brewing techniques, already half-asleep again, her half-tipped ear pressed to the skin right above his heart. No doubt lulled by the familiarity of being wrapped against her fatherā€™s chest, and, Lucanis liked to think, the smell of fresh Antivan coffee beans.
Seven means more sovereigns.
He was pouring a stream of fresh coffee into his favorite mug not a moment too soon. He didnā€™t wait for it to cool before he took a first savoring sip. He nodded, approving of his work.
And once the sun had risen, Lucanis set to work preparing a morning cup of his wifeā€™s drink of choice.
By that time, Judex was properly awake again, and had quickly taken an interest in testing her lungs. She didnā€™t cry, no. She took to yelling, chirping, babbling. And Lucanis indulged every sound as if it were the most profound conversation.
The chatty little girl let out one particularly loud shout, and then quieted, staring up at Lucanis intently, as if waiting to gauge his reaction.
ā€œWell, good morning to you, too.ā€
Lucanis spun around just in time to see his beloved coming through the front room, joining them in the kitchen.
ā€œOh, Iā€™m sorry, amor. Did we wake you?ā€ Lucanis asked before giving her a good morning kiss.
Nƶa hummed. ā€œNo. I smelled tea.ā€ She told him.
ā€œGreen tea and peppermint.ā€ He confirmed. ā€œIt should be done steeping by now.
ā€œMaker, youā€™re too good to me.ā€ She kissed him again, then pressed a kiss to their daughterā€™s forehead. ā€œGood morning to you, too, little fledgling.ā€
ā€œAnd that particular nickname, my pearl, is your Uncle Illarioā€™s fault. Yes, it is.ā€ Lucanis nodded emphatically, earning himself a laugh from Judex.
Nƶa chuckled at her husband and daughterā€™s not-so-one-sided conversation while she took one of her mugs out of the cabinet and poured herself a generous portion of the prepared tea. She watched as Lucanis noticed the letter she had sat on the counter when she came into the room.
ā€œThe courier already came?ā€ Lucanis raised an eyebrow at the letter.
ā€œIā€™m surprised you didnā€™t hear him knock.ā€ Nƶa admitted, cradling her mug in both hands to warm them. ā€œThatā€™s what woke me, actually. The tea was just a better incentive to get out of bed. And I figured since I actually kept my clothes on for once, there was no harm in grabbing it.ā€
Lucanis held the letter between two fingers, looking up at his wife.
Her half-wakefulness still playing on the corners of her half-cocked smirk. ā€œThe Crows send their regards.ā€ She said with a shrug.
Sure enough, the letter was sealed with the Crows corvid wax seal, with Teiaā€™s handwriting on the front.
Lucanis sighed, kissing the top of his daughterā€™s dark-haired head. ā€œNo rest for the wicked, eh, Judex?ā€ He mused. ā€œItā€™s not a contract. Teia doesnā€™t sign those.ā€
Nƶa leaned against the counter, intrigued.
Lucanis offered her the letter.
ā€œYou want me to open official Crow papers?ā€
ā€œWell, you married into the house. It says Dellamorte, not specifically my name. Youā€™re a Dellamorte. I donā€™t see why not.ā€ He reasoned, one hand going up to support the Judexā€™s head when he sat her upright against his shoulder. ā€œI donā€™t think this one quite has the hand-eye coordination for it yet.ā€
Nƶa hummed, feeling a little smug as she broke the seal easily enough. She read the letter quickly enough, and then laughed.
Judex made a similar sound.
ā€œWhat does it say?ā€
ā€œItā€™s an invitation from Illario.ā€ Nƶa said, still laughing as she slid the letter across the counter for him to read.
Lucanis read it quickly before snorting. ā€œAn invitation written by himself to stay in our house.ā€ He amended for his wife. ā€œMierda.ā€
Nƶa laughed again. ā€œIf youā€™re not careful, thatā€™s going to be her first word, vhenan.ā€
They needed to joke. They both knew Illarioā€™s arrival would bring with it updates to the ongoing situation between the Crows and the Crown. In the weeks since Judexā€™s birth, maybe even more so given the circumstances of her birth, they had been given a bit of relief from their assistance with Illarioā€™s project.
Nƶa moved around the counter to rest herself against her husbandā€™s side so she could have access to their daughter once more. She still got caught up in the shock of it all sometimes. She never pictured herself hereā€”as a mother. And yet she couldnā€™t imagine life without Judex any more than she could imagine her life without Lucanis.
The Crow rested his head against his wifeā€™s, both of them lost in their daughterā€™s world, all the while said daughter remained peacefully oblivious to her parentsā€™ mooning.
Judex had been with them every step of the way so far, and they both knew that wouldnā€™t change now that reality beyond her was knocking at their door once more. They would simply have to do everything in their power to see things through before she was old enough to remember any of it it.
Even better: before she was old enough to speak, let alone curse.
Eight marks the final kill.
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asktheritochampion Ā· 10 days ago
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Chief Warrior and Champion of the Rito, Revali,
I hope this message finds you well and in good health. These are trying times for us all, even without the threat of the Calamity looming, and you, and you your fellow Champions, have given much to achieve the peace we do have.
Recently, even with the down-tick of monster activity, my dear home Lurelin, has been facing some trouble with bokoblins and the like. We believe there may be a den of sorts further along the coastline, but we dare not send any of ours closer for fear of great harm becoming them. ļæ¼While we could never dream of calling upon the aid of Hyruleā€˜s great champions for something as meager as the least of beasts, Iā€™ve come to ask for advice. ļæ¼
Iā€™m nowhere near sturdy enough to partake in close range fighting, and so in lieu of that Iā€™ve taken up a bow. In all honesty, if youā€™ll forgive my frankness,ļæ¼ Iā€™m quite shit at it. ļæ¼
As a master of archery, do you have any tips for a beginner, as well as advice on how to handle the current ļæ¼issue at hand?
Best regards,
A friend of Hyrule (S.T.)
Usually if I were to receive requests for advice from amatures, I'd simply shirk them off onto the Rito who teaches archery to the fledglings. However, your earnesty endears me. These are turbulent times, after all, and even the very average must be prepared for anything.
My advice is as follows.
Ensure you are using a Hylian bow. While Rito bowmanship is far superior, Rito bows are built for the Rito frame. Longer arms to accomodate long wings, they are clunky when held by a Hylian with your short little arms.
Never grip your bow handle - it should sit loose in the curve between your thumb and forefinger, and fall when you shoot, this stops the rebound wave in your muscles from skewing your shot. For a beginner I would recomend wearing a wrist strap to catch the bow for you. Stand with your feet a shoulder width apart, keep your extended arm straight but do not lock-in your elbow, and with your drawing arm, keep your elbow straight in line with your wrist. Rest the body of your arrow on your pointer finger. I have been practising my craft since I hatched from the egg, and clearly you do not have the gift of that sort of time, however it is never too late to start learning such a vaulable skill. Practise as frequently as you are able. Start at a range of 20ft with a still target. 20ft is the typical range for an average beginner bow for a straight shot - meaning you can just aim at the target and shoot without much thought.
Once you have a feel for the bow and are growing more confidence, move back to 30ft. Here is where you will need to begin to focus on the arc of your shot. If you try to aim at the bullseye from too far for your bows capasity, the arrow will fall short and hit too low, so you need to start thinking mathematically and working out how much higher you need to aim to accomodate the curve. Keep shooting at various ranges until that equation begins to become subconcious.
As a Hylian, you are unfortunatly drastically held back by your innability to fly. If you can get to a high spot to snipe your targets, it shall give you a much greater advantage as it minimises the arc.
Remember to consider the wind around you - especially in Lurelin so close to the sea where the airflow is strong. Arrows are light and the wind can skew them, so you will need to accomodate that. Try to position yourself with the wind current beind you where possible.
Finally and most importantly - aim for the eyes. Most monsters are stunned when blinded. Even if you miss, a headshot is more damaging than a body shot.
Archery takes an enormous amount of skill, both physical and mental, to master. Do not be discouraged if you do not take to it swiftly. Even someone as acolmplished as I broke a few windows and shot a few allies when I was a fledgling still learning.
I wish you the best of luck and safety in your endevour.
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becasbelt Ā· 6 days ago
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a little bit of hurt/comfort before we jump into act 3
also on ao3
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It was after everything.
After Caitlyn and Vi stumbled their way back topside, Viā€™s head pounding and Caitlynā€™s leg wound reopened. After Caitlyn insisted on going to the destroyed council chambers before seeking help for herself. After theyā€™d found the battered corpse of Cassandra Kiramman, already retrieved from the rubble and covered in white sheets. After Caitlynā€™s anguished cry, her knees giving out, shaking in Viā€™s arms as her wide eyes stared unblinkingly at the still face of her motherā€™s body. After patch-ups and funeral preparations and weak attempts at recuperating.
At the end of everything, it was this:
Caitlyn and Vi, lying on Caitlynā€™s bed in the first inklings of dawn, the morning of the funeral. Viā€™s arms wrapped tightly around Caitlynā€™s body, Caitlynā€™s head heavy on her shoulder. Theyā€™re still, have been still for a long time now, but Vi knows Caitlyn isnā€™t asleep by the way her hands remain tightly twisted in the fabric of her shirt.
A glance down reveals exactly what Vi expected to see: Caitlynā€™s eyes, red and wide open, staring numbly out the window.
Caitlyn hadnā€™t slept a wink last night. Vi hadnā€™t faired much better, snapping herself awake every time she felt herself doze off, unwilling to leave Caitlyn alone for even a second.
They hadnā€™t been doing a lot of that the past few days. Sleeping. Or leaving each other alone.
Ā The first meager sunbeam manages to break through the haze of clouds outside, dimly flickering against the foot of the bed. Vi moves for the first time in hours; a twitch of her fingers against Caitlynā€™s back, brushing gently against shoulder blades.
Caitlynā€™s breathing changes, deepens ever so slightly, and Vi knows sheā€™s registered the touch.
ā€œWhen do you have to get up?ā€ Vi asks, voice scratchy and quiet. The question is too loud for the silence of the bedroom, but Caitlyn doesnā€™t flinch like sheā€™d feared she would.
ā€œSoon,ā€ Caitlyn answers, her own voice hoarse. Vi continues with her fingersā€™ movements, tracing down her spine and back up; anywhere she can reach without moving her arm. ā€œThe staff will start setting up in an hour, and then people will arrive, and thenā€¦ā€
She doesnā€™t need to go on, Vi knows what comes next, theyā€™ve gone over it, though she hadnā€™t been involved in the planning at all: then the service will start, and Caitlyn will have to say goodbye to her mother whether sheā€™s ready to or not.
What bittersweet agony it must be, to get one last proper goodbye with your family in the company of strangers. To get a last goodbye at all.
Vi keeps moving her fingers. Up to Caitlynā€™s arm now, skimming the skin beneath her short sleeve. Caitlynā€™s fist tenses in its hold on Viā€™s shirt briefly before relaxing, releasing the fabric and splaying her fingers against Viā€™s stomach, as flat as they can be.
There are words caught in Viā€™s throat. Words sheā€™s said, words she hasnā€™t. What can I do, how can I help, are you sure youā€™re up for this?
Iā€™m sorry. About your mother. For stopping you.
She swallows them down, shifts on the bed until Caitlyn is pulled even closer to her, legs tangling and face tucked into the crook of her neck, breaths puffing softly against her skin. Vi reaches up to cover the hand on her stomach, pulls it to her chest, and feels relieved at the small squeeze Caitlyn gives her fingers.
Vi doesnā€™t know how to navigate this. This new, grief-stricken Caitlyn. Has never known how to deal with her own grief, frankly. She canā€™t tell if sheā€™s helping or hurting, but Caitlyn hasnā€™t told her to go away yet, so she figures she must be doing some amount of good.
Caitlyn takes a deep breath, eyelashes fluttering against Viā€™s skin as her eyes finally shut for a moment. ā€œIā€™ll need to check on my father first,ā€ she murmurs. ā€œMake sure heā€™s awake. Presentable.ā€ She pauses. ā€œSober enough.ā€
The ghost of Tobias Kiramman has haunted the Kiramman manor since the explosion, drifting in and out of rooms aimlessly, bottle held loosely in pale hands. Letting his daughter handle every funeral detail, every fallout felt from the loss of the head of House Kiramman.
Vi privately thinks heā€™s selfish. Drowning in his own despair when he still has so much to care for.
Vi licks her lips. ā€œDo you need me for anything?ā€
She canā€™t help but ask it. Feels like she should be helpful ā€“ needs to be helpful in some way.
But Caitlyn just exhales slowly. ā€œJust this,ā€ she says. Her fingers curl into Viā€™s shirt again, the collar this time, fingertips brushing skin. ā€œThis is enough. For right now.ā€
They stay that way for another few minutes, Vi moving her hand along Caitlynā€™s lower back, daring to slip beneath the hem of her shirt to trace her skin. Rain starts falling outside, the lone sunbeam consumed by dark clouds.
Eventually the sounds of workers arriving and moving around outside stir them again. Caitlyn sighs and stretches, toes curling against Viā€™s legs. Then she pulls back enough to finally look at Viā€™s face. She releases Viā€™s shirt to brush her bangs out of her eyes, cups Viā€™s cheek softly.
ā€œThank you,ā€ she whispers.
She looks so sad, so broken. Viā€™s chest hurts looking at her.
ā€œAnytime,ā€ Vi whispers back, means it.
She has no fucking clue how to put this girl back together. But she wants to, needs to. Selfishly, she needs to keep her intact to keep herself from falling apart.
She leans forward and presses her lips to Caitlynā€™s forehead, right at her hairline, exhaling slowly through her nose. Caitlyn releases her own shaky breath and curls her hand around the back of Viā€™s neck, holding her there before moving back again.
Caitlynā€™s eyes look less distant now as they focus on Viā€™s lips, and Vi feels a tiny flicker of hope light in her chest. She presses her thumb gently to the corner of Viā€™s mouth, brushes lightly against her bottom lip.
Then Caitlyn blinks and the moment is gone, her hand moving back to safe territory on Viā€™s chest.
ā€œI need to get up,ā€ she murmurs. ā€œAnd if I donā€™t do it now I fear I never will.ā€
Then donā€™t, Vi wants to say, but that wouldnā€™t be fair in the slightest, so she just nods and loosens her arms, allowing Caitlyn to sit up, to push her hair back from her face, to start putting up a strong front. But Vi canā€™t stop herself from following her up and pressing one last kiss against Caitlynā€™s temple.
ā€œGood luck,ā€ she says, because itā€™s going to be fine feels like a lie and youā€™ll get through this feels callous.
Caitlyn leans into the kiss for just a second, the smallest smile ghosting on her lips in gratitude, then gets up with a lingering touch to Viā€™s leg.
Vi stays in bed and watches her duck into the bathroom to wash her face, pull her hair into a ponytail, put on a robe. Then sheā€™s slipping out of the bedroom, already preparing herself with what she needs to get through this day.
She doesnā€™t look back, and Vi watches her go.
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angstigone Ā· 21 days ago
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WARNINGS: mention of barf in your mouth and unwanted advances (from drunk himeno), reader is fem-coded and used adjectives typically female, this was prompted by this post by @noven-warsh saying that aki is always in others' personal spaces and I am still cackling about it, she-her pronouns/afab character
Ā«can't you tell him something?Ā».
Ā«if it bothers you so much, why don't you?Ā» himeno shot back your way with the exhale of smoke falling right into your face. you waved it off annoyedly and sending her a disimpressed look.
still, you didn't say anything; it did feel childish in the worst way to ask to your superior to intervene in a problematic that was between you and a colleague. a colleague that wasn't aware of his staring problem, nor of his excessive disruption of your physical boundaries.
to say it simply: aki hayakawa was always too close to you, invading your personal space as if you had invited to such a thing.
it wasn't something that happened only with you, as you had noticed him getting in the face of a few of the colleagues that bothered him; for somebody who prided himself onto being utterly cool with any outcome, he undoubtedly could be quite hotheaded in temper and such a thing endeared him to you infinitely.
and that's where the problem laid when it came to also his closeness to you. it wasn't necessarily uncomfortable but it was decidedly... too much.
too much for you.
who wouldn't mature the slightest crush towards aki hayakawa: he was just the right side of hotheaded to seem passionate although the obvious death wish he beheld. and maybe that's why he felt so attractive to you.
Ā«... unless...Ā» himeno's implication felt dangerous and you shot her glare although she was far gone past this point Ā«... you like itĀ».
Ā«it's just improfessionalĀ».
Ā«I literally kissed you on our first outing togetherĀ» himeno reminded you and even in that case aki had invaded your space as you had gone out to cool out after the terrible incident; he had brought your face up and suddenly he was too close - the sole person you had wanted to kiss too night - with his lips moving but you didn't hear anything but 'kiss me, kiss me' Ā«... and you didn't report me, but you want me to have a chat with aki about reinforcing personal spaceĀ».
Ā«he's the sole one who does it among us. while on the clockĀ» you pointed out.
Ā«and you are the sole one complainingĀ» himeno shot back Ā«... if it bothers you so much, put on your big girl pants and tell him that it bothers you. he's strangely obedient when it's a woman he likes giving him orders. and we all know it's either your or miss makimaĀ».
you both reddened and paled at the mention of the ghost among you all, but held back.
what himeno had said was the truth: if aki had gathered from a different source that you had said something like that about him, it'd have pissed him off.
Ā«so you are implying that I should discuss about it with miss makimaĀ» till you teased your superior as she ditched her cigarette after having stubbed the meager end against her shoe.
Ā«you are smart on the field and yet a pathetic loser outside of itĀ» she teased you as you were about to protest that she was the one who had brought the whole 'pathetic' reputation Ā«... I am sure you'll figure out what I truly meanĀ».
and like that she had moved off although your small talk wasn't finished.
and neither your problem solved as you found yourself out for drinks with the squad, with aki inevitably pressed against you to ask you which drink you'd like.
it wasn't uncomfortable, but it had you flustered and giddy without the need for anything stronger than water.
Ā«I'll be fine with a can of cokeĀ» there was no way you'd get drunk after the realization of your own small crush for aki hayakawa, too worried that just the right amount of physical contact and you'd pounce onto him no better than himeno.
that's why you had to keep your distance: himeno was the sole one that matched aki hayakawa's invading of others' spaces and whenever she'd be the one doing it to him, it had him balk in obvious rejection.
he wasn't interested into being returned with such behavior, although you thought it unfair.
you breathed in relief when he went to get everybody's orders as the first turn was on him, but not without feeling himeno's eyes strongly onto you, which you ignored in favor of starting a chat with the person on your side, glad that it continued through the night even when aki settled right beside you - just on the edge of his pillow - as he settled onto talking with who was by his side.
still, the lingering warmth was enough to make you hiss in your mind as you tried not to picture how such a warmth would feel against your body, complimented by aki's own weight.
it had you stammer through your 'goodbye's as you realized that it was almost closing time.
mechanically you got up and were startled when aki held up your coat to you. as you went to get it off his hands, though, he stopped you, instead opening it as a father would do a child and helping you into it much to your embarassment and a drunken himeno's smirk.
Ā«want to make a part of the road to your house together?Ā» all the devil hunters lived near the offices and incidentally most of the izakayas in the area were right near their houses. so you and aki weren't that far apart Ā«... didn't get to talk to you all nightĀ».
you flustered as if called out and you wondered whether aki had caught onto your actions of the night of trying to ignore him as you were sure that you'd have to have an uncomfortable conversation. you had to eventually broach the topic that he was close to you in a way that had you uncomfortable because you knew you mistook it for more than it was.
Ā«shit... I didn't realizeĀ» her lie was bad but aki allowed to get away with it as they moved onto the road for their apartments while saying 'goodnight's to their colleagues Ā«... sorryĀ».
Ā«it's alright, I just...Ā» and he stalled in his words, enough to get you nervous Ā«... wonder whether I have done anything to make you... uncomfortableĀ».
for a moment, you wondered whether himeno had let her mouth speak up although she had told you to 'deal with it', still, aki's eyes were genuinely concerned as if he didn't know what he had done.
Ā«it's... it isn't anything badĀ» you started, sure that hiding it any further would have been a bad way to avoid an obvious conversation, although the way with which Ā«... it's just...Ā».
and suddenly he was too close, proving exactly the feeling that you had been harboring for the whole night, as he pushed right in front of you turning around and lightly crowding.
Ā«... I... what have I done?Ā».
Ā«I was about to tell you, idiot!Ā» you felt spurred on by the sudden close quarters, reacting angrily if anything to hide your obvious embarassment Ā«I... you are always in my face, you know?Ā».
was it... that easy to admit it?
although the way aki's face dropped from confusion to something different got you feeling immediately ... worried.
Ā«I mean... I... it isn't that bad, I just...Ā» have the biggest crush on you and yet, you aren't interested in relationships but the way you are always onto me makes me think the contrary?
Ā«... I didn't... realize... I was making you uncomfortableĀ» aki muttered taking, indeed, a few steps back.
"more like you make me feel hot and bothered" you wished to say but held back as an uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you, eventually aki moving in the direction of your apartment out of his own memory.
Ā«it isn't... well, it isn't like thatĀ» was that all you could say? Ā«... it's just... it feels... confusingĀ».
and yet, you should have stuck with the phrases of circumstance, because aki turned lightly, turning his head lightly down as if he was confused himself.
Ā«confusing?Ā».
Ā«I meant...Ā».
Ā«if you could tell me that I was bothering you, you can also tell me why you think it's confusingĀ» wasn't he a meanie and didn't you like him more like that?
Ā«because colleagues don't act like thisĀ» you shot back, thinking of taking the long road.
Ā«I thought we were friendsĀ» and somehow that hurt so much more.
Ā«... neither do friends act like thisĀ».
and finally realization seemed to hit home in aki's mind as he looked at you intensely, scrunching up his eyebrows and you were sure that he'd have called you off.
maybe shut down your bullshit or told you that he'd have let you down slowly. instead, he was closer again.
Ā«then I think that my message got across quite well, although I hadn't meant toĀ» was that... was that a confession?
you felt confused even more now, although the way that aki's hand lingered onto your cheek, awaiting for your consent and you nodded softly, now that you knew that you might not be misinterpreting touches.
Ā«... can I get even more in your space, darling?Ā».
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yandere-fics Ā· 2 months ago
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ā™” Their Little Sister Is In Love With Them ā™”
(We have seen them trying to woo their sisters, now prepare for their sisters actually wanting to jump them!)
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ā™” Miriel is slow to catch onto you being in love with her, sure the both of you are mates and so obviously you're going to be together for the rest of your life's but she always assumed she was way more into you than you were to her which was completely fine in her mind, one soulmate always feels the bond just more intensely so her initiating anything further than cuddling or a small kiss was very rare, one because it flustered her too much, but also because she just wasn't sure her baby sis would even be interested in her that way, until one night you got fed up with the meager amount of affection you were receiving and jumped her, riding and pegging her until she couldn't form words anymore and then nibbling on her ears as you whispered how much you adored her just to get it into her head and ever since then you jumped her every chance you got just so your stupid sister wouldn't forget that you loved her quite a lot. She's not the most braggy about it, she wouldn't want to embarrass you. ā™”
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ā™” Werewolves are not very smart, as her sister and thus also a werewolf this also applied to the both of you growing up, you were always chasing after her, thinking she was leaving you behind on purpose when actually the reason she was running so far ahead was to chase a deer or something to give to you as a mating present but whenever she dropped the deer in front of you, you would always cry because you just assumed she loved hunting more than she loved you which would result in a day of you sulking and hiding somewhere until Eliza found you and would have to reassure you that she loved you so much and she didn't understand why her silly puppy would ever doubt her love. Needless to say when Eliza finally understood that you were insecure she became a lot more vocal in voicing her love, a bit too vocal actually but you didn't really mind, sure it was embarrassing when she proclaimed in front of the pack how much she wanted to mount you right there, eventually it came time for her to go to the city and well you didn't take it well, running away thinking she was going to leave you behind with the pack which lead to some very rough mating when she finally caught you. She doesn't brag intentionally but she'll say things like "Sorry I was late, my sis wouldn't let me leave the bed and I had to mate her until she fell back asleep." Which makes the other supernaturals grit their teeth because their mates aren't that clingy, it's no fair. ā™”
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ā™” You were spoiled honestly, you always got everything you wanted handed to you by your sister's loving hands because you were the only thing she still had left after the war, the thing you wanted most though was your sister and you seethed in rage at the thought of her having a mate one day, glaring at the other gods when you saw them for giving her one while they just laughed, knowing something you didn't know yet. You didn't mind her flings, well that was a lie, you did mind them but she would always obey you so what did it matter if she slept around a bit, if you just pretended to be sad she would always stay home and cuddle you on her lap, giving you a perfect excuse to innocently rubbing against her bulge, internally smirking as she reacted to you immediately, sure she slept around but you could get her rock hard just by sitting on her lap, she was yours. Plus she never ever would bring her flings into your home, your home was a sacred place for the both of you and when her mate came you would drive them out too, make them seem like they were a horrible person who was jealous of Selene's little princess of a sister, who she adored more than she would ever adore her mate, you were sure of it. When the curse ran out you hadn't realized it, you thought Selene had just given into your mutual love because she pounced on you to mate you immediately, you were very happy when you found out you were her actual mate. Selene would brag but she doesn't really have many people around to brag to. ā™”
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ā™” Similarly to Selene you were a bit spoiled, not nearly to the same extent though since unlike Selene, Kassien was never afraid to put you in your place if you were being too bratty and whiny, good little sisters ask for what they want instead of just whining incoherently, if you wanted a kiss you had to be a good mate and tell her, she wouldn't just give into your tantrums as quickly, but you liked that about her, when she was scolding you for throwing a tantrum her attention was all on you though you did have to learn to use tantrums for her attention sparingly, you liked being scolded but you didn't love the actual punishments, after all you wanted her to love you, angering her wouldn't exactly get you the results you needed. She likes to take you around her office so she can show everyone that she has the best most obedient mate ever and you like to whine and act like a brat whenever she brings you into work with her so then she'll fold you over the desk in her office to get all your brattiness out of your system and behave for the rest of the day, then she'll take you down for lunch in the cafeteria, not letting you cover up the marks she just left all over you, not that you would want to, bragging even more that her mate actually loves and wants her while everyone else is a mateless loser or has a mate who doesn't obey them. ā™”
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ā™” Like Nikki you naturally love napping as an angel but unlike Nikki you don't have many responsibilities so you mostly just sit at home all day waiting for your sister to return and fall asleep with you, of course you love her, as an angel is was only natural for you to love her and want to be with your mate, you could never understand why humans didn't want their mates. Growing up you were always called her little mini me because you just had such a similar attitude to hers and didn't understand when lower demons would try to run away from their angel mates, was that some sort of mating ritual. You had tried it a few times, hiding from her to try to get her attention but honestly it just exhausted you and you would always wind up sleeping in your hiding place until Nikki would come pick you up and bring you back to where the rest of the angels were, leaving you to quiz the other mates you had tried to run away on why they thought this game was so fun and if there was anything you could do to make it more fun, you didn't understand why they glared at you when you said that. Nikki is also not the type to try to brag, she just does it on accident, talking about how her mate is waiting for her at home so all these slackers need to get their work done quickly so she can sleep with her mate. ā™”
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ā™” Runa much like Miriel is a bit dense about how you feel about her, obviously you do love her but she thinks of you as her sweet innocent sister who she's always protected and became a killer just to feed, she still thinks of you as someone she needs to protect and can't be too rough with and that she needs to take things slow, though her idea of taking hings slow is sneaking into your bed when she thinks you're asleep and touching your chest and stuff, satisfying her desires when she thinks you're asleep just so she doesn't pounce on you in the day time. You think your sister is somewhat of an idiot for not making a move yet, you're soulmates so OBVIOUSLY you would very much like to fuck her but since she won't make a real move on you first outside of when you're sleeping, you realize you need to jump her first. She's very surprised when one night when she'd rubbing against you, trying not to wake you up, your eyes snap open and she realizes you knew the entire time and never said anything which sort of upsets her and so she decides to pin you down and get rough with you since you always knew and never reciprocated her touches but that was exactly what you wanted. After that she still comes into your room at night but now it's a bit rougher, not exactly what you wanted but a step in the right direction towards her being bolder. She'd probably brag on an online forum for supernaturals mated to their sisters or something weird and gross. ā™”
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ā™” You knew Nora had made the deal to make the both of you immortal, and while you had been actually thrilled about it, you decided you would never let her know how happy you were that she was in love with you, constantly guilt tripping her about what she'd done to you so that way Nora would feel like she'd have to always be at your side to make up for the grievous sin she had committed towards you, spending every day acting sad for the first few centuries to convince her to hold you, acting devastated you'd never be able to have a soulmate to convince her to sleep with you and act as your mate, telling her that the only way you could forget your sadness was when she was touching you so she'd initiate sex way more frequently to help you forget your sorrow. Eventually you get a little bit too obvious though and Nora catches on and asks you why you hurt her like that cause she really thought you hated her and you explain you just loved her too much and wanted to guarantee she would never leave you and so to make up for making you feel like she might leave you one day, she obviously ties you up and fucks the shit out of you, chaining you up in the house for the rest of eternity. Nora has no one she could even brag to. ā™”
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ā™” The epitome of a smug bastard. She will take you and rail you literally anywhere in the office and in the penthouse because she has a mate who takes her knot every single time, the employees want to complain but they can't so they just seethe quietly, wishing they either had a mate or that their mate would let them do that, later trying to talk their own mates into it. When she's not mounting you she is calling employees into her office to ask for gift suggestions, she obviously needs to get you something amazing just to show you how lucky she is to have always had her mate right by her side, the worst part is she usually calls the mateless employees up for that because she just loves rubbing it in peoples faces that you have always loved her and wanted her. It's an actual problem but she is the leader of the city so no one can say anything about it even though it's super obnoxious. It's both a good and bad thing when you join her in the office, good because they won't have to hear her bragging for a bit and can focus on work but bad because now everyone who comes to the top floor can hear and probably smell her pheromones and her pheromones smell actually repugnant to anyone who isn't her mate sooooo. Everyone in the company would hate her even more than they normally do. ā™”
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splendsay Ā· 3 months ago
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COD Fic // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 8: Dancin' is a Dangerous Game
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^ that's me rn cuz I have so much planned for this fic muahahaaa my asks are OPEN rn and I'm workshopping a few more fic outlines so be prepared for a metric fuckton more of me
.............................................................. Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 8: Dancin' is a Dangerous Game
Huzzahhh we made it to a time jump. hope you enjoy a lil bit of sunshine (or shall we say, ace???) and ghosty's growth.
.............................................................................. CWs: Explicit language, vague mentions of past trauma and recovery
Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader (You)
Chapter Excerpt:
You spend the next several weeks in a rhythmic pattern of training, eating and sleeping, the gray mornings gradually giving way to sunnier and sunnier afternoons. The weather itself remains crisp. You're not sure that Scotland experiences true heat, though it's still not quite summer. Maybe you'll be proven wrong.
It takes time to come back to life. But the old you is in there somewhere, and little bit, by little bit, she resurfaces. After the first week, you'd regained a semi-normal amount of energy, able to push through a full day without too much difficulty. That had only improved with time, but you still fall into bed each night utterly exhausted. Your sleep remains dreamless and heavy and all-consuming.Ā 
You wake every morning with a roaring start, momentarily forgetting where you are. Hell, who you are, some days. But you're rested. You're groomed -- well enough, at least. You'reĀ fed. Though...
You're an awful cook. Ghost is somehow worse. The best the two of you together can scrounge up is a meager spaghetti dinner -- jarred sauce, of course. The cookies you'd made after that first day of sparring had turned out okay -- mostly edible, at least. Only a few bits too burnt to enjoy. But you found yourself eagerly awaiting Gaz's return, if only to eat something not made of years' old tomatoes.Ā 
Plus, you feel it might be nice to see a face besides your own. Ghost doesn't count. At a minimum, he's always got the balaclava pulled up past his nose, but most of the time, he's wearing the full get-up.Ā 
"Do youĀ everĀ take it off?" you'd barked at him one day during a particularly grueling sparring session. He'd run you ragged that morning -- pushed you to finish a 5K without walking. You'd hissed and spat and growled at him the whole way, but you'd done it. Slowly. He'd celebrated your accomplishment by lording over you as you trembled through a couple dozen pushups, sit-ups, squats -- a whole menu of calisthenic torture techniques.Ā 
By the time you'd made it to spar, you were entirely fueled by contempt.Ā 
He hadn't answered you, of course. Merely looked down at you with his blackened eyes, arms crossed behind his back. Waiting for you to swing. You had -- too wild and wide -- and he'd put you on the ground with a solid whack to the armpit. You'd released a stream of more and more colorful swear words in retribution, but, as usual, they had bounced off him with no consequence.
And this was your pattern. Day after day after day.
............................................................................. Links to: Spotify Playlist Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
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putschki1969 Ā· 3 months ago
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Hello dear Sarah, I hope you are well, I want to ask you a question since you are very expert on the subject, When kalafina existed (it hurts to say thatšŸ˜­) I was a teenager I couldn't buy their merchandise now that I can I want to know if I buy something from them, do they still make a profit or not?My friend says not anymore, if I want to support them, I better buy their materials as soloists. Please give me some advice.
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Hello there!
I am so, so sorry! This reply is long overdue. I had this in my drafts for way too long. These days, I've really been struggling with summer fatigue and can't get motivated to do anything except the bare minimum. As a result, lots of asks have remained unanswered in my inbox/drafts.
Without further ado, let's get to your question怈(ā€¢Ė‡ā€æĖ‡ā€¢)-ā†’
Disclaimer: Take everything you read here with a grain of salt. Even though I would consider myself to be quite knowledgeable on the matter, I don't have all the facts.
I think your friend is correct. If you are buying Kalafina releases (CDs, DVDs/BDs/etc) or merchandise (live goods etc) right now, it is very unlikely that the girls will profit from it.
The way the Japanese entertainment industry works, idols/singers often don't have any rights to their music (especially in a case like this where they don't have an active part in the creative process). From what we know, the members of Kalafina were most likely managed in a very common and traditional "employment dynamic" with their talent agency "Space Craft" , meaning that after the label (Sony/SACRA MUSIC) got its sizeable share, the agency basically pocketed all remaining earnings from Kalafina's activities and then distributed a contractually agreed upon percentage to the members in the form of a monthly salary. As the creative force behind everything, I would assume that Yuki Kajiura probably had a more favourable arrangement with Space Craft along the lines of a client <=> management relationship and therefore received earnings directly with a certain percentage going to the agency but I'm only speculating here. Considering the amounts of money that went to the label, the agency and Yuki Kajiura, it is likely that the girls received a quite meager share compared to everyone else involved. Not saying they weren't paid decently, it was obviously more than enough to allow all three of them to live comfortably (or luxuriously in Keiko's case - keep in mind tho that her family is well-off) but certainly nothing too crazy.
After leaving Space Craft, I very much doubt that Keiko and Hikaru would have financial gains from any Kalafina-related sales. Wakana on the other hand might profit indirectly from such purchases because she's still signed up with Space Craft. Some official Kalafina merch is still available in the Space Craft online store so if you buy anything from there, the money would obviously go to the agency. All other merchandise items that are floating around online or in stores are almost certainly second-hand goods so no profit is made except by the seller/thrift shop. As for music releases from official shops or distribution partners, I'm actually not sure if Space Craft would still receive a cut from that. I guess it depends on their arrangement with the label. I definitely wouldn't rule it out. (YK is probably getting something).
Long story short, if you want to support the girls, the best option currently is to buy their solo stuff. However, that doesn't mean that you should give up on your dream to buy Kalafina releases and merch. Even if the group is disbanded, it is a good thing to signal that there is still demand for them. Also, if you ask me, nothing feels better than to own physical merch/releases. My Kalafina shrine is one of my biggest sources of happiness and pride.
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sstormyskyess Ā· 11 months ago
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Pitch Black - Prologue
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author's note: hello hello everyone!! welcome to my first long form series on this blog! i'm excited to share this story i've been cooking up since summer last year and i hope everyone likes it as much as i've had fun brainstorming it šŸ˜Š this is gonna be a little short prologue to set the mood and give a little context for reader so things make sense later on! please enjoy šŸ’œ
cw: descriptions of injury, mentions of vomiting
word count: 1400+
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Everyone and their mother knows that Russian winters were ruthless. It was a widely accepted fact, even for those who hadnā€™t personally experienced one of said agonizing winters. Snowfall was common for six months out of the year, and the temperatures could reach ā€”44 degrees fahrenheit.
Cold air seeped in from under the door of the tiny room you were confined in. You shivered while you sat on the old, flimsy cot against the back wall of the solitary prison cell. Your vision was unfocused and blurry, though it was hard to tell because it was too dark to see anything. The walls were made of dark concrete and half-rotted wood slats. It smelled musty and stale, the air circulation in the room severely lacking.
You wince when the door suddenly opens, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to block out the blinding LED lights beaming into the room out of nowhere. Your breath catches in your throat from the surprise, your chest stinging from the feeling. You peek an eye open when a metal food tray clatters to the floor. The sound was deafening as it cut through the murky silence you had been wallowing in, making you bring your hands up to cover your ears. The man that dropped the tray barks something at you in Russian before slamming the door shut once again.
Konni Group.
An up and coming Russian private military company, the target of your squadā€™s operation, and the people that had taken you prisoner.
The stated goal of your team was to clear out a known Konni base and to capture or kill the colonel they knew was posted up there. The POI had led a recent attack on a U.S. arms convoy and taken a number of highly lethal weaponry from the wreckage. The weapons were likely hidden somewhere in the base, and it was imperative to locate them before they were used anywhere.
The operation had gone less than optimally. It was doomed to fail from the start; the intel your squad was given was faulty, you had your cover blown by an ambush, and to cap it all off, the chaos allowed for Konni to get their hands on you and whisk you away.
Ā The only thing you could think of was time. How long had it been since youā€™d been thrown in here? Days, weeks, months? You couldnā€™t tell. Just thinking about it made your head hurt.
The only measurement you had was how long it was between the miniscule amount of food you were granted by your captors on a seemingly random schedule. You were practically able to feel your body consuming itself, your stomach growling at you angrily. You would cry, but the waterworks had run dry ages ago. You couldnā€™t afford to lose any more water; you didnā€™t have that privilege anymore.Ā 
Years of active service in the U.S. Marines had gotten you used to grueling conditions, but nothing like this. Even out in the field, dispatched from whatever base you were stationed in, you knew youā€™d be able to secure some kind of sustenance. Food and water felt like a luxury now.
Despite the cold, the hunger, and the wear and tear on your body, both internal and external, the worst part was the lack of contact. You couldnā€™t even hear anyone moving outside, no matter how hard you strained your ears. There was no light peeking from under the door, so you couldnā€™t track shadows moving. The only indication that someone was behind the door was the meager rations being put into the cell. Between those meals, for all you knew, no one was present in the facility anymore.
Too much time had passed for anyone to still be looking for you or trying to rescue you. It hurt, at first. The feeling of being forgotten or being considered disposable had been crippling for a while, so painfully debilitating that it had you weeping endlessly for days, maybe even a week or more. The muscles of your stomach ached afterwards. Mixed with all the kicks and punches you suffered from interrogations, your heaving sobs had you nauseous and throwing up bile frequently.
You ruminated over what could possibly be the reason you were still being kept here instead of being executed. You weren't being interrogated anymore by now. You were just left with the wounds that you sustained from hours upon days upon weeks of interrogation. The bruises had healed, but the cuts were infected from the shoddy cauterizing job they had attempted. It felt like the bones that were broken were healing incorrectly.
You sigh shakily, your perpetually shivering body getting uncomfortable, so you try to shift a bit. The only thing you accomplished by trying to roll over on your tiny stone cold cot was falling face down onto the floor. You wince and give a weak groan, curling up and holding your stomach. You try your hardest to just close your eyes and get some sleep, no matter how restless it was.
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When you woke up, you were finally back in the present. You were finally back in the little old house that you found after escaping that Konni facility, the sun just barely rising over the horizon.
It had been two years since you were abducted. The realization hit you hard. Two years you spent in that dark, cold, suffocating cell. Two years you spent withering away, slowly but surely. Two years you spent in your own special hell, alone, battered and beaten, left scarred for years and years to come.
You roll over and get out of the bed, a headache already springing forth in your head, making you rub your temples. You sigh and amble over to your rucksack full of all the essentialsā€”well, most of them at least. You frown at the sight that greets you. Only a few MREs left and all of them were your least favorites. But, youā€™ve been through worse.
You pace around the room as you eat, reading some of the files you pulled off the rickety table in the corner of the tiny one room cabin. You scan the files and run a thumb over the insignia on the front of the manila folder containing everything you needed for your next job.
Al Qatala.
A terrorist organization based out of Urzikstan, the current boogeyman of the western world, and your current contractor.
The life of a freelance intel agent was an interesting one, to say the least. You had been around the world making problems for a countless number of political and military bodies, but the money was worth it. Not to mention the anonymity that came with not being tied down to any one organization.
You went off the grid after you escaped from Konni. You wanted to go back to normal life, but something in you told you to stay away from it all. Maybe it was the fear of being found and captured again. The logical side of your brain told you that there was no reason they would want you back, but it was hard to reason with a brain torn apart by the sort of trauma you went through.
You hadnā€™t cared to check up on any of your old teammates. There was an underlying resentment present in the back of your mind. You were betrayed by them, after all. They left you for dead and didnā€™t look back. Thinking back on it made you frown. You watched them leave you behind with no hesitation, run away without looking back. So much for no man left behind, right?
By the time you snap out of your frustrated thoughts, youā€™re already finished with your food. Your headache has gotten worse. You groan and pinch the bridge of your nose. You would really have to invest in some painkillers.
Based on how high the sun has gotten, you figure itā€™s about time to get moving. At least focusing on this job would keep your mind off the events that led you here. You flip through a folder and look at the location that was printed on one of the papers. Then, you take a peek at the pictures of the people you were meant to track.
Task Force 141.
A multinational task force recently founded, a team dedicated to making the world a better place, and ones that had been causing problems for your current contractor.
You take a deep breath and pack all your things away, ready yourself for the trek to the task forceā€™s current location, and leave the cabin with the determination that kicks in whenever you set out on a mission.
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llondonfog Ā· 1 year ago
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Hi!! Feel free to ignore, but I was just thinking about kid silver being adorable AND Halloween because of the upcoming event...and this thought was bornā€”
(This is so long I'm sorry šŸ˜­šŸ˜­)
So, Silver gets de-aged (bear with me here lol)ā€”maybe due to a potions mishap or a spell gone wrong, it doesn't matter which. It's during Halloween week, so everyone's kinda frazzled due to everything being set up, etc. Lilia gets called to deal with it while Crewel tries to figure out a counter-potion/spell wears off because nobody can get in touch with Malleus, and therefore goes to Diasomnia's vice to help take care of Silver (not knowing that they're father & son).
Silver spots Lilia and yells "Papa!" while running to hug Liliaā€”while Lilia tries to cover up what Silver said. Regardless, he still picks Silver up and cuddles himā€”he's a silly old man who loves his kid, who can blame him?
Anyway, kid Silver hijinks ensue: running off with the animals on campus, taking naps surrounded by deer, birds, squirrels, etc., calling Malleus "big brother" and Lilia "papa" while around other Diasomnia students (they wouldn't say anything, because Malleus looks so endeared by the little human and Lilia glares and hisses *unknowingly* at any of them who DARE to interrupt their family).
Silver sees Sebek and looks back at Lilia. He's like, "Why did you make him so tall?? Papa, change him back, please!" *cue puppy eyes* he genuinely thinks Lilia pranked him. As much as Sebek says that he dislikes Silver's behavior, he's actually the one to take him everywhere. "You shouldn't miss so much school, Silver! I won't let you besmirch Waka-sama's good name!"
OK, but back to Halloweenā€”Silver dresses up as a knight, or a prince. Maybe a unicorn??? DRAGON?? Any of them are cute tbh. Anyway, they end up going to each dorm to trick or treat (on Halloween night ofc) and Silver charms everyone, because he's Silver. Then, you have Lilia behind him just being the creepiest little demon fae you've ever had the misfortune to see...
As they're going to one of the dorms to get more candy, Silver sees another kid pouting at the lack of candy said dorm has, and their meager amount. Silver, despite having only a few more pieces himself, gives the kid most of his, and gives the other kid a hug. "There, there, you can have some of mine."
Honestly, you can do whatever you want with this, but I'd love to see this written out more coherently, if you want lol
I've been thinking about this for a while, and I NEED more kid Silver being cute and adorable and pure!! He deserves to be cuddled by his family and to eat candy :D
oh my goodness, this whole entire prompt was adorable and thank you for practically writing the premise into my inbox!! i'm not sure this is coherent.....or cuddly....but my mood with lilia has been in a pretty introspective place for sometime so i do hope you find something to enjoy :')
(and i did end up keeping that paragraph after so many of you seemed to like it akaldjll what do i know about anything)
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for a fae as long-lived as he, the concept of time is an ephemeral thing. one does not count the years in a decade nor the decades in a century; a fae knows time by the erosion of a mountainside, by the loneliness of an abandoned settlement, or even by the chance meeting of a human wearing the face of another long since passed.Ā 
silver fills his arms, helmet askew and heavy with satisfied slumber, and lilia feels the ache of every day that has gone by since he was last able to cradle his son so tenderly in his embrace.Ā 
he may be the only fae that now minds his days by the sharpening of his sonā€™s features, a change emerging far too quick and now, strangely, unwelcome.
beside him, serene, the heir apparent to the valley of thornsā€” looking most pleased himself in their resplendent costumes so artfully reminiscent of the admirable long, yet any dignified mysticism is rendered charmed by the plastic pumpkin bucket clutched in his crimson-tipped claws, brimming with brightly wrapped candy. the overflow is nearly double the amount given to the visiting children, even with silver eagerly dispensing his sugary treasures to any who asked, for no dorm had been able to resist his solemn request coupled with those adorably drowsy eyes and plastic sword when he had so politely asked for one piece more so that their prince might experience trick or treating for the first time. not wanting to be the dorm known for stiffing the fae heir on the most magic-blessed night of them all, both toddling knight and noble dragon walked away, tiny hand in careful claw, with a bounty piled high between them and matching smiles on their twin eager faces.Ā 
lilia had been so torn over which to get a photo of first, cheeks aching from stifling his laughter; the vulnerable delight on malleusā€™ face as silver so kindly presented him with his share of candy, or sebekā€™s ill-disguised fussing as silverā€™s sword had slipped from its sheath to drag across the ground.Ā 
what kindness to be able to share such precious memories with them once again.
what cruelty to remind him of what would disappear tomorrow morning, crewelā€™s antidote ready and waiting for them in the dorm.Ā 
ā€œ...i can see why silver enjoyed such a night of festivity and why he spoke on those memories with you so fondly,ā€ malleusā€™ reflective tone scatters his wandering thoughts, leaving him to pull his focus back to the present with no small amount of difficulty. ā€œI wish i could have participated in the revelry, but i understand now why you might not have invited me, lilia. the presence of their prince would have dampened any carefree spirits, and i would not have wanted to spoil the fun.ā€
a wry smile tugs at his lips at malleusā€™ inaccurate assessment, crooked and out of place, and he can feel the princeā€™s gaze weighty upon him with surprise, brows furrowing and lips parting with the question on his tongueā€”Ā 
there had been no such festivities, no happily shrieking village children for silver to scamper among, sharing in the nightā€™s delights and trickery with all the innocence of youth.Ā 
there had only been an old fool of a general, taking it upon himself to fumble through the recreation of a human spectacle, for no other reason than he could not bear the sight of the boyā€™s features even mildly unhappy.Ā 
he might have wondered how far he could have fallen to find himself repeatedly affecting surprise as he opens the door time and time again to a giggling child, but he knows better now; he had always been steeped in a miserable, lonesome darkness, and to nurture the vulnerable child curled into his chest was to bask in an undeserving light.Ā 
without consent, his arms tighten around the slumbering boy in his arms, and malleus is wise enough not to comment.Ā 
ā€œI do wonder if silver will be able to remember tonightā€™s events,ā€ lilia comments lightly as they continue their walk to the dorm, seemingly apropos of nothing and unbothered by the watchful gaze of his young companion.Ā 
and he wonders which is more selfish; to wish it so, to have his sonā€™s head filled with such saccharine-sweet dreams of a proper halloween as only a sweet and darling boy like none other deservesā€” or to cling to the lonely truth of the past, in whichĀ a bruised and battered soldier finds a purpose too kind for his bloodied hands in protecting that high and clear laughter of his child, delighting over and over again in the simple fact of his father opening the door.
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bestworstcase Ā· 9 months ago
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re: talk of Burn, do you have any idea why Yang's aura clearly broke when Neo struck her in V8 (right after activating Burn)? my theory is that perhaps activating her semblance does something like Tock's where it makes her aura manifest more solidly on her body (which is how it can make her hair light on fire) and therefore also, like Tock, means that her aura is more vulnerable. to me this would also explain why Yang would use it as a finisher at first; using it when she's already going to run out of aura makes it, in a sense, less dangerous because she's already gotten most of the other uses out of her aura that she can get.
would love to know if you think this is accurate, or what you actually think is going on with yang's semblance on a mechanical level (if you're interested in that anyway)
first, a general point about aura and aura breaking. the charactersā€™ use of meters has led to a sort of popular fanon that aura works like hit points in a video game, where you have this many and taking damage reduces your HP by a certain number until you hit zero and then your aura breaks; (dark souls splash screen voice) YOU DIED.
i do not think it works that way.
from world of remnant:
aura is a manifestation of the soul, a life force that runs through every living creature on remnantā€”whether they are a meager shopkeep or a renowned knight. however, what sets true warriors apart from all others is their ability to amplify and control their aura.
aura is the power of oneā€™s soul. itā€™s guided by emotion, self-knowledge, and spirituality. in its purest form, it becomes a semblance.
defensive aura is not a passive effect. we know this for a fact. in V5, oscar finds it physically exhausting to engage his aura in this way and ren tells him thatā€™s normalā€”it requires intense concentration at first, then becomes second nature with practice. in V7, jauneā€™s aura-training demonstrates that recovery, regaining aura once it has been depleted, is a conscious action that can be improved through practice. this is because the ā€œaura levelā€ tracked by those meters is not a measurement of how much aura you have in the tank, as it were, but something like the density of the aura-field youā€™re pushing outward, or speed of flow, or something along those lines.
(the way iā€™m handling it in TDT is thereā€™s a hard upper bound to how much aura you can hold in your skin, like a sponge not being able to absorb more water, and what auraleric gauges attempt to measure is % of maximum saturation because everyoneā€™s aura will break around 5-10% saturation even though the amount of aura you have at 100% varies. anything you push out above that threshold is projected as transient bursts of energy and thatā€™s where you start getting into offensive techniques.)
hazelā€™s phenomenal endurance is noted to derive from his rapid recovery, not the basal amount of aura he has. (he even just shrugs off being impaled.) i believe his semblance gives him an edge here, because it requires concentration to amplify oneā€™s aura and hazel canā€™t be distracted by physical pain.
which brings me to aura-breaking. it doesnā€™t happen when the proverbial tank is empty. auras break when you canā€™t sustain the mental effort of generating enough aura; this might happen because the well youā€™re drawing from really has run dry (<- think this is what happened to nora with the high voltage door), but it might also be because youā€™re too tired, or you took a really painful or unexpected hit that shattered your focus, because youā€™re panicking or furious.
i think tockā€™s semblance is in the same ā€˜familyā€™ as hazelā€™s and ironwoodā€™s in that it puts her into a state of intense focus by blocking out anything that might shake herā€”with hers being far, far more potent than theirs but so potent she canā€™t maintain it for longer than sixty seconds, and possibly needs the ticking clock to ā€˜anchorā€™ her focus.
(fic stuff again, because tockā€™s alive in TDT for butterfly wing flaps reasons: sixty seconds is not a hard limit of her semblance; she can and on one occasion did go for much longer. to project an aura field you draw aura out of your reserve, which is the aura that naturally ā€˜poolsā€™ around your soul; if that runs dry and youā€™re desperate enough, pushing hard enough, you can wring more aura out of your soul. blood from a stone. it hurts a lot, it will mess you up, and it can do permanent damage similar to what the aura transfer machines do to pietro. sixty seconds is how long it takes for tockā€™s semblance to drain her aura reserve, rounded down to allow for a margin of error.)
so. yang.
i think, mechanically, when the average person with aura training gets hit, their aura burns up to disperse most of that energy. (<- when theyā€™re swatting gunfire away, the bullets bounce; the energy is reflected.)
but yangā€™s semblance absorbs energyā€”which is to say, if you had a ball throwing machine shoot a tennis ball at yang and someone else with equivalent training from the same distance, it would hit yang harder because her aura is less reflective; more of the ballā€™s kinetic energy flows into her body. then, like a battery, her aura converts that energy into some other form that can be stored.
sort of like dust, in fact. dust has a lot of potential energy, which is released when the material reacts with aura. given the literally explosive firepower yang gains from burn, i think that sheā€™s storing this absorbed energy in the same form as occurs naturally in dust, which would put burn in the same ā€˜familyā€™ as cocoā€™s hype or arrastraā€™s equilibriumā€¦
ā€¦and would also mean that this statement:
some prefer to use dust in its raw form: elegant, yet destructive. those who choose to wield dust in this state must possess a certain level of discipline to ensure that their resulting powers do not break free of their control.
is true of burn, too. and that tracks with who yang is and how she uses her semblanceā€”even in V1-3, yang takes a more head-on approach to fights and tends to soak up more damage before exploding bigger vs her increasingly nimble and even acrobatic style post-beacon, but her control over those massive volcanic eruptions is immaculate.
the way burn works in general requires that yang be very, very in control of her aura at all times because she needs to balance between absorbing energy to charge up her semblance while reflecting enough to prevent injury, and this is one reason why i think yang is probably the best out of the cast when it comes to using aura. ren might have her beat on the more spiritual, extra-sensory perception side of things, but yang has to keep her focus while getting hit harder than anyone else Because Physics.
and that brings us to neo one-shotting yangā€™s aura. here is what happens: cinder is gloating from atop a pillar of fire while people scream and run in a panic all around them, and out of the corner of her eye, yang sees a glint of steel and realizes that neo is about to stab her unsuspecting baby sister in the back, sheā€™s too far away, she canā€™t get there fast enoughā€”burn is, in that moment, a reflex. instinct. she panics and hurls herself in between neo and ruby without even thinking about it because the only thing in her mind is GET TO RUBY NOW.
and thatā€™s why her aura just shatters. it requires concentrationā€”you practice until it becomes instinctive, until you donā€™t need to think about it, muscle memory. but it still takes focus. intention. yang has incredible self-control and thus incredible control of her aura, but everyone has limits, and hers are ā€œholy fuck that guy stabbed blakeā€ and ā€œneo is going to kill ruby go go go.ā€
her semblance in itself doesnā€™t make her defense any weakerā€”but when sheā€™s terrified enough for burn to activate reflexively like this, her aura will break if she gets hit because sheā€™s freaking out.
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toast-tales Ā· 8 months ago
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Cursed Cravings, Chapter 7: Quest for Answers
In which Danny does her best to learn more about her new living situation from a smug giant and a cheery, possessed house. Contains: ~2.2k words | Chapter 1 | Read this story on A03!
Danny wasnā€™t disturbed the next morning as she expected to beā€”whether it be from Christopher coming to rectify Samā€™s mistake and return her to her cage, or for her to learn what it meant for her ā€œserviceā€ to be required. Instead, she was free to lie amongst the blankets that spanned a bed larger than anything she could have ever imagined before. She had no issues with her toes sticking out from under the covers, or rolling too far towards the edge of the bed in the middle of the nightā€”and she certainly didnā€™t have any problems involving not having enough blankets to keep her warm.Ā 
If it hadnā€™t been for the latent anxiety pestering her all night, she was sure she would have gotten the best sleep of her life.
She was content to lie there as the sun came upā€”not that she had much of a choice. She supposed she could call for Sam to help her down, but where would she go? What would she do? It was much more pleasant to submit to this small amount of comfort amidst a sea of uncertainty and fear.
As if he could sense this comfort of hers and absolutely could not let her have even this small moment of peace, she heard a set of giant footsteps approach her room, followed by a knock at the door.Ā 
ā€œMay I come in?ā€Ā 
Danny glared at the door. Asking for permission. Cute. ā€œNo.ā€
There was a pause, a silent moment of the giant possibly contemplating his next course of action, before the doorknob turned and the door opened ever so slightly. She rolled her eyes and flipped over in bed, facing away from Christopher as he entered. Of course he was just gonna come in anyways. Why did he even ask?
She half-expected to be picked up and dragged from under the sheets, but to her surprise, Christopher seemed to stop just before the bed, and she remained where she was.
ā€œWhat do you want?ā€ she growled, still stubbornly facing away from him.
ā€œAn apologā€“ah!ā€ Christopherā€™s sentence was cut off by a small yelp of pain, which intrigued Danny enough to turn around and give him an amused smirk. He seemed to be rubbing his ankle with a withering glare directed towards the rug.
He placed something down on the nightstand next to Dannyā€”a human-sized tray of breakfast food. She looked slowly between it and the giant, narrowing her eyes in such a way that it suggested she was calculating the necessary velocity to toss it at him again.
Almost as if he could sense her intent, he took a courteous step backwards. ā€œWhat I meant to say was, I brought you something to eat.ā€ He spoke in the same stilted manner as someone who was mildly annoyed that they had a knife held to their neck.
She just glared at him silently, filling the dead air between them with the meager weight of her animosity. Silence, at least, would have the same impact on a giant as it would on a human.Ā 
Christopher stared back at her with a much more dead-eyed expression, like she was boring him more than anything. He gave her a curt nod. ā€œIā€™ll leave you be.ā€
He turned to exit the room, but as he did so, she found herself breaking the silence and calling out after him. ā€œHey!ā€Ā 
He stopped in place, but didnā€™t turn to face her.Ā 
She sat up in bed, crossing her arms. ā€œStay here for a minute. Iā€™ve got a few questions for you, bastard.ā€
Sam said give him a chance, right? Fine. This is me, giving this fucker a chance.
Christopher turned around and met her eyes again, although this time, the seeming apathy was replaced withā€¦surprise, and even a hint of amusement as a small grin crept up his face. He pulled a nearby chair up next to the bed, and sat down a respectable distance from Danny, folding his hands into his lap. ā€œWell, Iā€™ll try to answer as best as I can, doll.ā€Ā 
ā€œDanny,ā€ she corrected him, already beginning to regret extending an olive branch. ā€œFirst. I want to know what you did to Nathan yesterday, when he came here. He was terrified, and Iā€™m still not buying your fucking story about him ā€˜trespassing.ā€™ Did you hurt him?ā€
She kept her voice even, though there was enough deadly venom laced in her tone to drive an unspoken point home.Ā 
Christopher blinked a few times, like this was an odd question somehow. ā€œ...no, I didnā€™t hurt him. A lot of people areā€¦frightened of me simply due to my size, and I imagine your friend was one of them. Nathan is perfectly fine, I assure you.ā€Ā 
Dannyā€™s eyes flicked mercilessly over the giantā€™s face for any hint of deception, finding the inscrutable, seemingly sincere expression nearly impossible to read. She didnā€™t want to believe him, even if what he was suggesting was the best possible explanation in terms of Nathanā€™s wellbeing.
For now, sheā€™d have to take his word on it. She could question Nathan when she got back home.
ā€œ...you say that, but you sent him off in the middle of winter, at night, alone. Not only that, but heā€™s having to take care of the whole house by himself for a month. How do I even know he made it back okay?ā€ Her voice brokeā€”speaking it aloud made her realize her fears even clearer, and it made her heart clench in fear.Ā 
Christopher returned her worries with what appeared to be a genuinely sympathetic look. ā€œI had someone make sure he arrived back home safely. And,ā€ he grinned, ā€œbecause Iā€™m so generous, Iā€™ve arranged for a small donation to be made that should tide your friend over through your absence. Iā€™m not heartless, Danny.ā€Ā 
She found the suggestion laughable. ā€œGenerous? Youā€™re keeping me prisoner here. Why the fuck are you helping us? Isnā€™t this supposed to be some sort of punishment?ā€Ā 
Christopher sat up a little straighter in his chair, although she caught what seemed to be a sort of weariness to his posture. ā€œThere are simply rules that must be followed. I donā€™t delight in torment. Only one person needs to repay the debt that is owedā€”there is no need to punish further than that.ā€Ā 
She snarled back at him unkindly, loathing the impersonal, matter-of-fact way he spoke about punishment and rules in such a way that it almost seemed to make senseā€”when in fact, keeping her prisoner here for Nathanā€™s ā€œtrespassingā€ was actually insanity.Ā 
But if what Christopher was saying was true, then she could at least put the thought of Nathan struggling on his own out of her headā€¦somewhat. Surely, he would still be worried sick, frightened, and alone.
Itā€™s just a month. Thatā€™s all.Ā 
ā€œSo what am I expected to do here, exactly?ā€ This was the real mystery to herā€”what, honestly, could a human even do in a place so large?
ā€œSam will be the one to direct you on what needs to be done. I expect they will be here shortly.ā€ He stood up, and nodded towards her with a cordial bow of his head and a placid grin. ā€œUntil then, be well, and enjoy your breakfast.ā€
ā€œHey, wait!ā€Ā 
Her protest didnā€™t stop him this timeā€”Christopher turned and left the way heā€™d come, leaving her alone with the tray of food nearby. She regarded the door he closed behind him curiously, somehow more confused about the giant than when sheā€™d first sat him down to ask her questions.Ā 
* * * * * * * * * *Ā 
She hoped that sheā€™d finally get some answers from Sam, who rolled into the room a while later as the same cart from yesterday once sheā€™d finished her tray of food. ā€œHey, Danny, good morning! How did you sleep?ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™mā€¦fine, thanks, Sam,ā€ she grumbled. ā€œSo youā€™re gonna tell me what Iā€™m supposed to be doing here, right?ā€Ā 
ā€œWellā€¦look, Christopherā€™s just a little old-fashioned about that whole ā€˜working off your debtā€™ thing. Itā€™s just a formality. My advice? Just ride it out for a month and then you can, yā€™know, be on your way and everything.ā€Ā 
Irritation bristled across her skin. ā€œSo Iā€™m not even supposed to do anything? Are you serious? Nathanā€™s going to be on his own for a month while I just sit here?ā€Ā 
The rolling cart almost shrugged with the way its metal handle bent inward. ā€œI mean, I guess I could have you clean something if you really wanted to, but Iā€™ve kinda got things covered. We could do something fun instead.ā€Ā 
ā€œFun?ā€ she scoffed. ā€œYeah, sure. And what is there to do for fun around here, exactly?ā€Ā 
ā€œWellā€¦ā€ the cart moved a little back and forth, like someone rocking on the balls of their feet. ā€œThereā€™s all kinds of stuff in this house that the familyā€™s collected over the years. Most of itā€™s just gathering dust now, but Iā€™ve had plenty of time to familiarize myself with everything. I could show you around the place!ā€Ā 
Danny wasnā€™t sure how something without a face or limbs could seem excited, but the cart seemed to give off such childish glee at the idea that she couldnā€™t stay irritated for long. She sighed. ā€œI guess that wouldnā€™t be so bad. Sure, Sam.ā€Ā 
Before she knew it, Danny was riding on top of the cart as it wheeled around the house, going down seemingly endless corridors as Sam gave Danny a personal, very detailed tour of every single painting, bust, and random piece of furniture they came across. Danny didnā€™t understand half of what Sam went on and on about, but she couldnā€™t find it in herself to interrupt their enthusiastic narration. There was something almostā€¦calming about it, in a strange way.
Halfway through a monologue about a fancy fruit bowlā€™s significance in belonging to the ruler of a now-dead civilization, Sam stopped themselves. ā€œSorry,ā€ they mumbled sheepishly. ā€œI know Iā€™m going on and on. I just havenā€™t had anyone to talk to like this in a while.ā€
Danny chuckled lightly. ā€œNo, youā€™re fine. I guess this beats cleaning floors.ā€ She chewed idly on her bottom lip as she considered the rest of what Sam said. ā€œHave you and Christopherā€¦really been alone here? He doesnā€™t, like, invite people over or anything? No family?ā€
The cart began to roll down the hallway, although it moved at a much more somber pace than before. ā€œChristopherā€™s parents died a long time ago. He doesnā€™t have any other family. And, wellā€¦you can imagine how hesitant most people are to visit the home of a giant.ā€Ā 
The wind that whistled quietly outside sounded eerily like Sam sighing. ā€œHeā€™s been alone here for a long time.ā€Ā 
ā€œSounds lonely as fuck,ā€ Danny muttered. Sam didn't reply, but she could feel a silent weight to the air that felt like agreement.Ā 
Her face scrunched up in confusion. ā€œHow did that even happen, anyways? Him being a giant? How does he likeā€¦get out and walk around?ā€
ā€œUhā€¦somewhat complicated to answer, but the long and short of it is that Christopher canā€™t leave the house. Itā€™s aā€¦spell. The same one that makes it look small from the outside.ā€
Danny didnā€™t think she was going to get a better answer on why there was a giant living out in the middle of the woods. Her thoughts turned to something almost bordering sympathyā€”thinking of how miserable it must be to be stuck out here by yourself, not even able to leave your house. Even if your house was this massive and full of so many comforts most people could never dream of. From her perspective, already dwarfed by the smallest of things in it, the mansion started to seemā€¦lonely.Ā 
Her mind then turned to how such a thing would work on a practical level. ā€œHow does he get food, if he canā€™t leave the house? Do people, like, deliver stuff here?ā€Ā 
Samā€™s next pause somehow seemed a little more awkward than the ones before. ā€œThe kitchen is actually magically stocked. But, uh, giants donā€™t really need to eat food like most people do, so itā€™s a little useless unless we have guests. Like you!ā€Ā 
So Iā€™ve been eatingā€¦magical grapes? She shook her head, almost distracting herself from a stranger revelation. ā€œHe doesnā€™t need to eat at all?ā€Ā 
ā€œNope.ā€Ā 
ā€œ...huh.ā€ Danny wasnā€™t exactly learned in science, but something about that notion didnā€™t make sense to her. ā€œHow is that even possible?ā€ she asked the temporarily sentient trolley cart who she was riding on through the massive hallways of a magical, giant mansion.Ā 
The cart shrugged as much as such a thing could. ā€œDonā€™t ask me. Thatā€™s just how it works.ā€
After that, the conversation diverted to much more mundane things, and Sam became much more interested in explaining things not related to giantsā€”like the identity of a heavily mustached man in a painting further down the hall, and the fabric that the rug beneath them was made of coming from some far-off land, and actually it was quite a funny story how the family came into possession of it, and it all started with a dispute over chicken ownershipā€”
Danny listened along, even though she couldnā€™t help but feel as though there was something in the conversation earlier that Sam had tried to avoidā€”she just couldnā€™t figure out what.Ā 
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Next chapter ->
Sam's not done with the tour yet! Do you think they'd pass up an opportunity to force Christopher and Danny to interact? Just wait for next week's chapter 8, Judging by the Cover!
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