#totally radiating motivation now

[thirteenheavens]

Elevator sex with Josh. 😫😫😫

Notes: I’m aliveee ahhh honestly just haven’t had the motivation so hope you guys enjoy!!

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You were on your way to a party with Joshua, when suddenly the elevator stopped between floors. The lights flickered for a moment before going out completely, leaving you and Joshua in total darkness. "Great," Joshua muttered, feeling around for the emergency button. "Of all the times for the elevator to break down." You were feeling a little nervous in the dark, but Joshua's presence was comforting. He found the emergency button and pressed it, but nothing happened.

"No luck," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Looks like we're stuck here for a while." He sat down on the floor of the elevator, pulling you down with him. "I guess we might as well make the best of it," he joked, trying to lighten the mood. You leaned against Joshua, trying to get comfortable on the hard floor. The darkness made it difficult to see anything, but you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"I wonder how long we'll be stuck in here," you said, trying to distract yourself from the growing tension between you and Joshua. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Who knows," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I have a feeling we're going to find a way to pass the time."

You felt his hand move to your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin. The simple touch sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself leaning into his touch. You pulled away from Joshua, your voice barely above a whisper. "We shouldn't be doing this," you said, trying to ignore the way your body was responding to his touch.

Joshua chuckled, his hand still on your thigh. "Why not?" he asked, his fingers inching higher up your leg. "We're stuck in here, no one is going to know." He leaned in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Besides, I can tell that you want this just as much as I do."

You tried to protest again, but Joshua's lips were on your neck, his tongue tracing a hot path along your skin. "Don't deny it," he murmured, his hand now firmly on your inner thigh. Your resolve was crumbling, and you knew it. You wanted him, there was no denying it. But this was risky, anyone could walk in on you at any moment.

"Joshua," you gasped, as his fingers began to tease you through your clothes. "We can't... not here."

"Why not?" he repeated, his fingers applying more pressure. "You're already so wet for me, I can feel it through your clothes." You couldn't deny it, your body was betraying you. You were so turned on, and Joshua's touch was driving you wild.

"I want you," he whispered, his lips moving to your ear. "I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good." You couldn't resist any longer. The desire was too strong, and you knew that Joshua wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted.

"Fine," you breathed, giving in to your desires. "But we have to be quick." Joshua grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "I can work with that," he said, his hands already working to undo your pants. He pushed you down onto the floor of the elevator, his body covering yours as he kissed you hungrily.

You were acutely aware of the fact that you were lying on the floor of the elevator, but you didn't care. The feeling of Joshua's body on top of yours, his hands roaming over your skin, was enough to make you forget about everything else. He kissed his way down your body, pausing to pay special attention to your breasts before moving lower. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and pulled them down, exposing you to him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I could do this all day." You watched as Joshua pulled his pants down, his erection springing free. He was hard and ready for you, and the sight made your mouth water. He positioned himself between your legs, his cock teasing at your entrance. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

You nodded, unable to form words as you looked up at him. Joshua leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss, before slowly pushing himself inside you. You moaned into his mouth, your body arching up to meet his. He filled you perfectly, stretching you deliciously as he began to move.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he set a steady pace. "So tight and wet for me." Joshua noticed the blush on your cheeks and smirked. "Don't be embarrassed," he said, his hips snapping against yours. "I love how wet you get for me. It's so hot." He leaned down and nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "You're such a good girl, getting so wet for me in this elevator."

"Stand up," Joshua commanded, his voice firm but gentle. You did as he said, feeling a bit exposed as you stood up in front of him. He stood up as well, towering over you.

"Turn around," he said, his eyes roaming over your body. "I want to take you from behind." You turned around and grabbed onto the railing for support, bending over slightly to give Joshua better access. He stepped up behind you, his hands roaming over your back and down to your hips.

"Good girl," he praised, as he positioned himself at your entrance once again. "You're being so obedient for me." He pushed into you slowly, groaning as he felt your tightness around him. "You're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," you moaned, feeling yourself submit to him completely. Joshua chuckled, his grip on your hips tightening as he began to thrust into you roughly. "That's what I like to hear," he growled, his pace quickening.

He spanked your ass hard, the sound echoing off the walls of the elevator. "You're mine to use, do you understand?” You could only nod as Joshua continued to take you, his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He was relentless, his hips snapping against yours with a bruising force.

He spanked you again, enjoying the way your body jolted at the impact. "You're so lucky that no one else is here to see you like this," he panted. "So needy and desperate for my cock." You were a mess, moaning and gasping as Joshua pounded into you from behind. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. "You're going to cum for me again," he commanded, his hand moving to rub your clit in fast circles. "I want to feel you cum all over my cock." As he held your throat, he leaned you back against him, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. You could see the look of pure pleasure on your face, your eyes half-lidded and your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

"Look at yourself," he growled, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "Look at how beautiful you are when you're being fucked like a little slut." You couldn't take your eyes off your reflection, watching as Joshua used you like a toy. His hand on your throat was possessive, his other hand still working your clit with expert precision.

"You're mine," he repeated, his voice low and possessive. "No one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to touch you like this. You're mine and mine alone."

"You're going to cum, aren't you?" he asked, his pace becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. "You're going to cum for me, and then I'm going to fill you up with my cum. Do you want that?"

"Yes, please," you gasped, your body trembling with need. "I want to feel you cum inside me, sir." Joshua grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "Good girl," he said again, his hips stuttering as he felt himself getting closer. "Cum for me, now."

You couldn't hold back any longer, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You screamed his name as you came, your body clenching tightly around his cock. Joshua wasn't far behind, groaning as he spilled himself inside you. He buried himself deep, his body shuddering as he rode out his orgasm. The elevator jolted back to life, the lights flickering on as it started to move again. Joshua chuckled, still holding onto you as he pulled out of you.

"Looks like we're almost there," he said, his breath still ragged from the exertion. "Just in time." You quickly fixed your clothes, trying to make yourself look as presentable as possible. Joshua did the same, running a hand through his hair to tame it.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a concerned-looking maintenance worker. "Is everything alright in here?" he asked, looking at the two of you with suspicion. The worker looked you up and down, noticing the mess between your legs. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Joshua placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you out of the elevator smiling about the best sex he’s ever had.

[urcoolgf]

THE WEEKND x RAFE BLURB

¡ sexual content !

listening to the weeknd && just getting major rafe cameron vibes—like he is so the type to have a sex playlist with just the weeknd && he definitely listens to it while working out n stuff

✭ ‘the morning’ would definitely be one of his favorites because it’s about sex and money. he’d love the way the bass poured through the built-in speakers in his room while he was on top of you—almost drowning out your sounds, but he’d never turn it loud enough for that. he loved hearing you going totally dumb on his dick.

trilogy is for sure his favorite album, it just radiates his energy. when you first met he unapologetically made you listen to the weeknd nonstop. you didn’t mind—these ‘listening sessions’ normally ended with him inside you anyway.

✭ looking over at you while 'the party & the after party’ played over the radio made him absolutely crazy. there was just something so sexy about you listening to his music—his favorite artist—that made you 100x hotter.

he’d just drive you guys around, listening until his pants got so tight that he had to pull over wherever he was, and fuck you in the car. if you were feeling nice, you’d give him road head, and he’d swear he was ascending.

✭ even when you weren’t over, or he wasn’t doing anything, he’d still have the weeknd playing lowly through his bedroom speakers. he’d usually end up picturing the way you looked boucing on top of him, and end up with his dick in his hands as ‘coming down’ sounded through the walls.

starboy was his go-to workout album though. he would just loop it the entire duration of his workout. his motivation: the way you looked, and the sounds you’d make when you would drag your clit against his abs—he’d flex, and un-flex making you moan on top of him.

✭ if there was ever a moment it wasn’t playing, you’d grab his phone, and shuffle his playlist just to get him going. he secretly loved when you acted all bratty like that, but he loved turning you into a pathetic, babbling, cock-drunk mess even more while ‘party monster’ played in the background.

an: literally started this yesterday && finished it today even though i have like seven other (better) works (&& some requests) in progress right now… anyways… enjoy.ᐟ

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Hey there!! saw that your requests were open so i thought i’d share some inspiration<3

david x fem!witch!reader ??

big bad vampire x cutesy witch who could totally give him an aneurysm when he pisses her off vibes lol

need david who’s just soft on his little witch 🕯️🌙🩸

Big bad vampire and his little witch

David x Fem! Witch! Reader

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I'm not particularly into the witch/magic user reader fics, but I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you will like it too, anon! Special shoutout to A Reading by @theyreonlynoodlesmike! It's an amazing fic with a witch reader, and it gave me a lot of motivation and inspiration for writing this.

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You happen to catch the eye of a certain vampire one night on the boardwalk. All dark, mysterious and handsome; the intrigue in definitely mutual.

Nobody could deny that Santa Carla was a colorful place. People from all different walks of life ended up in the small beach town. It was a place where you wouldn't easily stick out, no matter how you looked or what you did. If a pack of vampires, and a very loud one at that, could operate here without being found out, a humble witch like yourself faced basically zero threat of being outed.

At least you called yourself humble, although in reality you were probably one of the more powerful supernatural beings living in Santa Carla. You didn't like to advertise it, satisfied with leading a quiet life. Business was booming anyway. The little shop you set up on the boardwalk offered a vast array of products and services. You sold all sorts of pretty but useless trinkets, stuff that caught the eyes of tourists because they looked interesting and otherworldly. But a good portion of your products were actually the real deal. Healing stones, charms for protection and prosperity, herbal teas for all sorts of ailments. For some extra cash you also made personalized potions, performed palm or card readings.

Your customers ranged from interested non-believers who were drawn in by your very deliberate aesthetic choices, to spiritual ex-hippies, all the way to people who believed the most harmless pendant you sold held some type of magical power. You've seen and heard it all.

Still, there was one particular person you couldn't help but be intrigued by.

It was an especially busy night on the boardwalk when he first approached you, the air practically buzzing with all the noise and energy. You just said bye to a customer when you felt it again, that light tickling sensation as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Someone was watching you. You've been feeling it on and off for a while now, not particularly alarmed, more like curious. It wasn't out of the ordinary for people to stare, your unique looks and decorations naturally had that effect; it was something you've counted on to draw in new customers. However, no one has ever been this persistent.

And after a group of teenagers moved on from your table, in a small gap in the crowd you finally spotted him. A stranger, all dark, mysterious and handsome with bleached blond hair was leaning against the back of a game booth, taking slow drags of his cigarette. Even though you couldn't make out the color of his eyes from this distance, you knew they were trained on you with a stare almost unblinking. Just as he moved to push himself away from the wall, a group of people entered your field of vision, and the crowd swallowed him once again.

You were trying to see if you could catch another glimpse of him, but by the time that spot became visible again, he was no longer there.

That's why your heart jumped when the smell of cigarette smoke entered your nose, and he was suddenly standing right in front of you. Not many people were able to sneak up on you like that these days. You weren't even sure he belonged to the category of 'people'. There was a persistent tingling under your skin radiating from the small amulet you've worn around your neck, your magic signaling you that something was not normal about this guy. And as his eyes (a striking blue as you noted) met yours, you were certain he was not human.

You put on your most charming smile as you greeted him.

"Evening, mister! What can I interest you with? I've got many different magic potions and amulets for all kinds of problems," you started your usual spiel, playing into the bright and alluring witch persona you usually put on. Most people like it when it seems like you hold knowledge on all the hidden secrets of the world. They don't need to know that they are partially right.

"You." The single word cuts off your chatting, your rhythm faltering for a moment as his eyes bore into you, and he slowly blows out a cloud of smoke.

"Excuse me?" The tingling in your body started to intensify, becoming sharp, almost like a beast clawing against your nerve endings. It wasn't particularly unpleasant.

"I'm interested in you," he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a little smirk.

It was clear you were sizing each other up.

You were searching in the back of your mind for the source of this strange feeling. It was like the answer was right on the tip of your tongue, just out of reach enough that it was driving you crazy. He looked like any other young man on the boardwalk – although a slightly better dressed one –, but as you met his eyes curiously, there was something timeless about them. Then it clicked.

A sweet smile slowly stretched across your lips as you let the innocent facade drop.

"Show me yours, I'll show you mine, vampire."

His smirk became sharper, his irises tainted with yellow for just a moment, the stone around your neck pulsing in answer, the wind chimes hanging from the roof of your shop swinging gently without the slightest breeze in the air.

No one noticed anything, people passing by just as they did before, but something changed between you two that night. He didn't stick around for much longer after that, leaving you with a hint of that tingling in your magic, a lingering scent of cigarette smoke, a mind full of intrigue and a name.

David.

It wasn't long before he started showing up at your shop nearly every night. Sometimes he was with his friends, but most of the time he was alone. You had a feeling he wanted to keep your encounters to himself, and you couldn't particularly blame him. You've made some friends of your own since coming to Santa Carla, but you haven't told them about him either.

There seemed to be an unspoken connection between you, one that grew stronger the more time you spent together. Mostly, he would watch you work, listening in with interest when you performed your readings, asking questions when you made potions, or just simply keeping you company.

Before you realized it, his dark silhouette became a permanent fixture at your shop; taking long drags of his cigarette and leaning against the far side of the counter, close enough to make conversation, but out of the way enough that he didn't scare away potential customers.

However, sometimes he just couldn't help but intervene.

It had been a slow night on the boardwalk, with slightly less people meandering around than usual. You and David had been having light conversation on and off, both of you content with sharing comfortable silences in between.

For some reason, it was always nights like these when weird people found you. The guy that strolled past your shop was pretty unassuming, his eye briefly meeting yours before he seemingly changed his mind and turned back, leisurely making his way over to you.

An easy smile stretched across his lips as he took you in behind your counter with more curiosity. Something about it made your insides squirm.

"Hey there! Pretty sweet setup you have here," he greeted, motioning over your items and decor before his gaze returned to you once again.

You thanked him with your pleasant customer service voice.

"You run this shop all alone?" he asked after pretending to look at some of your merchandise.

There was some unspoken implication in his question that you couldn't quite place. Nothing seemed outwardly wrong about him, but you still couldn't help the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. It wasn't your magic warning you this time, this was the intuition of a woman who has seen things.

"Yes, I do. Have been for a pretty long time," you answered with caution.

His eyes squinted at that.

"Aren't you a bit young to be doing this for a 'long time'?"

Your smile definitely had an edge to it as you replied,

"You don't know how old I am."

Throughout your short exchange you have been growing more and more conscious of David standing not far away. He was half-blending into the shadows, not saying anything, but his presence seemed to have grown heavier. The creep wasn't noticing it though.

He leaned on your counter, his forearms messing up the neat arrangement of charms and amulets in front of you.

"So," he started, his voice conspiratorially low. "You really believe in all this supernatural stuff, huh?"

"I guess I do," you deadpanned. "Comes with the job description."

He breathed out a laugh.

"You're funny. But really, you don't have to lie to me, everyone knows it's all bullshit." There was the slightest hint of condescension in his voice. "Just a way for pathetic folks to deal with life. But you're selling it pretty well," he winked at you.

You were done. You could feel your heartbeat rising, the air around you pulsing with anger. But before you could open your mouth to do some damage, a growl sounded from the shadows lurking around your shop.

In your irritated state you forgot him for a second, but David was quick to step forward.

"I think it's time you fuck off." His tone had an edge that promised danger.

The creep blinked at him, caught off guard for a second. "Where the hell did you come from?"

He swiftly recovered however, answering David's harsh words with some of his own. "And who the fuck are you? I was just having a conversation with her."

David was suddenly standing right in front of him, his hand gripping the guy's shoulder painfully tight. As he leaned in close, his face started to change, his features looking less and less human.

"Fuck. Off." He emphasized his words by snapping sharp teeth at him.

The guy was just about soiling his pants. David gave him a rough push, and he almost fell over his own feet in his haste to scamper off.

When you looked up at the vampire, he was in the process of snuffing out his cigarette just before pulling out another, his face completely back to normal. Noticing your stare, your eyes full of wonder, he cocked up an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You know I could have fried his brain if I wanted to, right?" An amused smile was playing on your lips.

"I know, sweetheart. I just didn't like the way he was talking to you." He wasn't looking you in the eye as he said it.

Oh, he's cute. Your insides were turning mushy from him turning into protective, big bad vampire. With a radiant grin on your face, you beckoned him closer. A small flame lit up at the end of your pinkie, lighting his cigarette for him. Now it was his turn to look at you with wonder.

"Thank you," you murmured, very much enjoying his close proximity.

"Your welcome," he answered with a softness in his gaze that you haven't seen before.

You went back to your usual routine after that; you rearranging your items that were moved out of place and chatting with customers, and him standing to the side listening in. You know he noticed how your heart was beating faster, and he knew you noticed how he moved just a bit closer from his previous position. None of you said anything about the silences between you being feeling charged with something more now either.

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[hypertechnica]

i’m going to make fiddauthor art with fidds wearing his wedding ring and you are NOT going to like it

big obligatory banner that says “cheating is bad don’t do it i just like stories with relationship drama”

closeted, internally homophobic gay men who are married with kids has to be the trope i’m weakest to. no person involved is escaping the despair brought on by a relationship built on a well intentioned, desperate lie, born out of a desire to be normal and good

he WANTED to love her so fucking badly. he felt no ill will towards her and he loves their son more than words can say. he thought the attraction, the way she felt about him, would come with time. it didn’t. he doesn’t want to hurt her yet was doomed to from the start, and he’s truly, truly sorry. this does not absolve him of anything whatsoever and she has the full right to never want to speak with him again. he lied! he pretended to feel the same when he never once felt anything but platonic affection! he’s been in love with someone else this whole fucking time! and their kid… he’s caught in the middle of it all, too young to understand why his father would hurt his family like this.

and then he disappears and never comes back. imagine you’re 5 and your dad goes to the middle of the woods with his buddy for science shit, all of the sudden your parents are yelling on the phone and signing papers, and then he goes MIA. for years.

imagine your husbands “buddy” was the one he was thinking of all this time, not you, never you. and the first chance he gets to run away from you, he takes, and you should have been suspicious by the rushed frenzy of it all, the phone calls getting shorter and shorter until it fizzles to nothing. he forgot to get you a christmas gift. he hand-made him two. there has to be something wrong with you, it has to be your fault. you wish you married the man he becomes when he’s in his presence.

he folded when you started questioning him directly - he’d been to neurotic to ever be a good liar. you thought he was the one. he thought you were nice.

by the time the divorce is finalized he’s different in a wrong way. confused, angry, forgetful, insane - if the giant homicidal robot pterodactyl you’ve been harassed by is any indication. (he’s had a bad habit of building homicidal robots when he’s mad since they met -engineer things- but it was never directed at her - thankfully it never actually does anything) he’s clearly abusing drugs - you’d feel bad if he hadn’t abandoned you with the burden of explaining why your son can’t see his father anymore.

it’s a rotten bit of your soul, but time heals you. you move on and no longer think of him. trust in your career. find a man who truly loves you with no motives attached. raise your kid to be a good man. and in a fashion not unlike shakespearean dramatic irony, this makes him move to gravity falls to find and take care of his father. you couldn’t care less what hee doing now, but damn it, it’s his father, what is the kid supposed to do? but its futile- he appears to have no remorse, hell, no memory of the incident in the first place. (this isn’t his fault but how are they supposed to know that?) so he grows bitter and cold just like his mother used to be.

imagine that.

all over a mans inability to do anything but live in denial. to force himself to live in a box and pine like a dying man over the right one at the wrong time, destined to crash and burn. to take denial to a new level- a cult, brain damaging radiation, a total ego death - just to take the edge off. take off that damn wedding ring

[kithtaehyung]

minted: part two (snippet) (m) | myg

snippet: minted: part two (m) pairing: street king!yoongi x street vendor!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , action ; haegeum au , gang au series: masterlist | part one summary: after a whirlwind of a detour, you have second and third thoughts about the guy you saved. who even is this man? and what the hell is in that bag? note: holy shit, y’all. thank you so much for the love on this series already! it’s been a minute since we started a new series here, so nerves were firing on all cylinders. but you all showed out and gave me enormous relief and motivation to keep going, so thank you! enjoy this snippet since i missed the initial part two drop! note 2: this series is for @sailoryooons, @joonary, and @minttangerines! love you all! warnings: language, violence, weapons (guns/knives/chopsticks/etc.), blood/wounds mentions, drugs, alcohol, trauma, poor reader :(((, mint!yoongi, haegeum!yoongi, tatted!yoongi, his eyebrow is pierced, yoongi visuals in this one areeee…, tension, tense situations, crass af yoongi lol, reader is also a baddie but who is shocked, slow burnnnn est. drop date: september 16th, 2024 snippet word count: 1.5k est. total word count: 9k >:))

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There’s something to be said about the human gut. 

Not because it’s the source of multiple health aspects, or the way it’s connected to the brain. 

But, other than when violence tears it to shreds, it can be quite the defense mechanism. Just like yours churns and churns with each mechanical click of the elevator shaft.

Who is this person next to you? 

Who exactly did you decide to follow upstairs hours ago, killing your daily life to save and join on the run? 

You don’t know if you released your hand or if Yoongi let it fall, but you take this unlinking to create space. As you slide your gaze toward your companion, he merely shifts his weight and finds interest in increasing, beeping numbers.

How can someone’s profile be so troublingly handsome? You’d be able to think more clearly if he wasn’t both attractive and dangerous. Or if you simply weren’t on the verge of collapse.

Frankly, if you didn’t just murder a man you’d pass out as soon as you took too long to blink. 

To keep yourself alert—and to hopefully gather some much needed intel—you suddenly question aloud, “Where are we?”

No answer.

Alright.

“That driver called you Agust,” you recap on a second go. “What was that about?”

All Yoongi does is stare at his reflection in opulent, dim mirrored walls. Or whatever else he’s doing besides talking. 

Okay. Well.

You can face forward, too. 

“Those guys after us,” you try a third time, because who are you to give up now even if he radiates annoyance. “They didn’t look like Crane.”

“Doesn’t mean they weren’t.”

Your neck almost snaps when you turn. “Are you kidding me?”

As you watch Yoongi scorn the ceiling again, you can’t believe he doesn’t agree. 

Mm. Does he?

From the flex of his jaw, you have to assume you’re right to some degree. Because it looks like he’s very, very bothered by the people that chased you down. 

If those weren’t any of the high-powers but had equal resources and numbers…

What the hell were they? Where did they even come from?

Geez, it’s freezing. Is a drop in temperature the best barrier to you making sense of things? You can’t even appreciate the way Yoongi’s veins protrude with every adjustment he makes to that mysterious duffle bag.

Lies. You absolutely can. But there’s no way in hell you’re ever complimenting that. Or anything about him anymore because he clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you! 

Why did he even hold your hand? Was that just a ploy, too? 

But that taxi drive…

Yoongi looks down before lightly scuffing his shoe, and both of you fall silent as you finally give up with a huff. 

Massively dehydrated. Sore. Still covered in a myriad of unmentionables and now being ignored by the guy you saved. 

All you wanna do is go home, and you don’t even know where that is. 

How far did you travel? What district is this? You’ve never heard of a grey zone, but they seem fairly peaceful even at night. Neutral enough for you to consider relocating even if it meant sleeping on the street.

That brings up another question. “If we’re in a grey zone, how did you know—”

A ding interrupts your last thought, and you look to see where you ended up.

But the elevator doesn’t say a number. Only letters? What kinda floor did you stop on? 

One thing’s for sure, though. Whatever room you end up getting, if there’s only one bed you’re hogging it or taking the…

Floor…

There are many things that have shocked you in your lifetime. Many things just from today that had your head positively and forever reeling. 

But when the elevator doors slide open, you can’t even fathom what the fuck you’re dealing with. 

And in this second, more than ever, you understand how ludicrously out of your element you really are. 

“Holy shit,” you blurt, barely hearing the huff at your side.

Don’t elevators usually open up to hallways? Why are you walking into an entire living space? Is this a real place people choose to sleep in for a night? A whole floor?

Forget a whole floor, it’s a whole other place.

You slowly survey everything, wondering how much this has to be because you have never seen a living space so big. Or pretty. Or anything like this.

The ceilings vault and the furniture looks nothing like you’ve ever seen. Everything looks pristine. Clean. Is that a whole kitchen?

How are there living arrangements this big? This one place is bigger than your entire apartment level back home. 

And here you are: speechless, virtually homeless, and dragging your filth onto white marble floors. 

Perfect.

“What.” 

You turn at the scrape of Yoongi’s voice, wondering why now is when he finally chooses to acknowledge you. Head pounding, you ask outright, “Who… Who even are you? What is this place?”

He levels your stare before walking towards a long couch, dumping the duffle and raking his hair back in minted waves. “There’s a shower in every bedroom. Take your pick.” 

…Is that really his only response?

“That’s not what I asked,” you fire back, wondering what the hell his problem is so you can add more out of spite.

“But it’s what you need.”

“Say what now?” 

The fucking nerve? Even though you obviously, desperately need one, hearing him mention it makes you wanna re-use the chopsticks in your pocket. 

But Yoongi simply waves you off, grabbing a remote and flicking on a television so wide you would struggle to reach both ends. 

This is all too much. 

“You know what I need? To go home,” you huff out, leaving fire in your determined trek to the elevator. “Have a nice life, Yoongi. Or Agust. Whoever the fuck you are.” 

You get to the door and run into a dirt-slicked forearm, and the voice you hear courses through your ears, “The fuck are you doing?”

“Shouldn’t be that hard to figure out.”

“You serious?”

“Yes, I am. So move.”

Yoongi pauses, jaw working overtime before he steps aside wait he’s gonna let you go that easily? 

…Oh.

That was certainly not what you expected, but what else would you even think? This isn’t one of those stories that ends perfectly after trials and tribulations. Yoongi has proven more than once—in mere hours—that he’s no regular civilian. Nor man, for that matter.

But despite that, you blink before freezing at a terrible realization. 

No matter how you slice it, you’re much better off with him than you are by yourself right now. Even if he is a secretive criminal with a smoking gun. 

He did keep you alive that whole chase.

But there’s the smallest, tiniest chance that you aren’t quite safe with Yoongi, either. You don’t even know who he is anymore—maybe you never did.

So in a quick decision, you skim his side to slap the elevator button, chucking daggers at his brows until he leaves you to wait alone.

Good. You don’t need this. You can find your way back to your city block somehow and live the life you’ve chosen to lead again. 

Yes. You can do all of that by yourself. The chase is done. 

And so is your story with the man that will never buy your tangerines again. 

Grabbing your sleeve, a second fact stings your fingers. A jacket woven in Dragon teal. 

Shit. You need to ditch this, too. Either right now, or before you get the hell out of this grey zone because if you don’t, this is the biggest target you could ever have on your back. 

No good. No good no good you didn’t plan any of this well at all. Fucking pride blinding you to everything else logical. Is this how your story ends? Because of regret and resistance? 

You wait for the sliding doors, about to leave the biggest room you’ll ever see to occupy a box. How poetic. 

Your heart pounds as you close your eyes. Yoongi just cut you loose; it’s obvious he doesn’t care so why should you? No going back now. You’ll figure it out. The doors are finally opening. 

And someone’s inside?

Wait.

Your brain both whirrs and skids to a halt at the sight of the staff member occupying the elevator. When they give you a look, you find your hand drifting towards your back pocket.

Fucking hell, relax. You should be safe with a hotel employee, right? They wouldn’t be out to kill you. This is just your adrenaline on its haunches. 

However, one foot in the elevator and your senses go haywire. 

Because you can’t do this alone. You aren’t nearly as prepared to brave this foreign space as you need to be. With red in your hands and Dragon on your back? Absolutely not. 

You bow to the hotel staff before you face forward into the expanse. 

And as the doors start to close, you see Yoongi’s stare over his shoulder, storming with emotions and words you can’t name.

Yeah.

You fucked up.

Fuck.

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#— MODULATE.

⭑ pairings: billy kid x afab!gn!reader [MDNI]

⭑ words: 1,722

⭑ synopsis: billy can’t help but beg you to try out his fancy new arousal module.

⭑ warnings: loss of virginity/first time, grinding/dry humping, p in v, slight praise kink, unprotected intercourse, overstimulation (billy), afab reader (gender neutral, no pronouns/feminine terms) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

⭑ notes: crossposted to AO3, lighter is still bae

“and where did you find this?” you quirked an eyebrow, your curious gaze holding billy’s. you couldn’t help but wonder what motivated the android to obtain… whatever that was.

he excitedly squealed. “it’s only a top of the line module, and you wouldn’t ever believe me if i told you the truth — that i found it a hollow! perfectly intact, too!” billy’s tinny voice drawled on, “these are totally rare, only few can get their hands on ‘em! so, please, you gotta let me try it out! come on, just once! it’ll be fun!”

you sighed affectionately, letting billy interpret your lack of a rebuttal as a meager ‘sure, why not?’

as billy slipped off his signature red jacket, he guided you to the module slot carefully disguised on his back. it rested right below the metallic shoulder, where the scapula would be on a human. “press it, it’ll open easy. though it might jump out at ya.”

he had warned you, but as you pressed it, it immediately sprung open, perhaps somewhat violently. you took note of a few occupied slots, the standard emotional module, with a few other cartridge-looking modules taking up some of the slots. you slid in the next one, silently hoping you did it right, the action reminiscent of putting in a SIM card.

“did you get it?” you closed the metal plate, positioning it along his back normally. “yeah, i think so.” he replied in an inquisitive tone.

billy straightened his back, his yellow optical sensors providing an expression his face plate couldn’t. his eyes widened, then he blinked, a confused look donning his expressive feature, “huh, i don’t feel anything yet. but it is definitely in!”

you nodded. “surely you're not mistaken? you said that was an arousal module?”

he affirmed it was, taking note of your puzzled face. were you always that cute? you were, but it feels a bit different now with that cartridge-thing in his back.

“it takes specific actions and things to get someone arou—”

“i know that!” billy rudely interrupted, maybe a bit flustered, “you don’t gotta explain all that to me! just don’t know how it feels is all.”

you could hear him trail off embarrassingly, his eyes downturned, avoiding your gaze. you really are a cutie, he just can’t handle your scrutiny is all!

it was awkward for a few moments before you cut through the tense atmosphere with your… delicate and charming… kind voice…

“so, uh, do you still want to try it out?” your eyes landed on the unworn red jacket, previously in your peripheral.

“…yeah, i do.” his robotic, boyish voice was quieter than usual, but sincerity lied in his words.

you might drive him mad already, though that emotion was terribly unfamiliar. especially with how much closer you kept getting. even through the cold, hard metal of his body, he could feel the warmth radiating from your skin. the sensation was akin to a short-circuit.

“ah… you’re warm.” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. your hands moved to circle around his neck, planting a soft kiss to it. he let out an unrestrained noise, the foreign feeling getting him worked up. he could feel his body growing strangely hotter, too.

your barrage of touches and kisses eventually pushed him back onto your bed, even the soft sheets sent a thrill through him. it was overwhelming, in a way, all these typical things heightened every other sense of his, like an erotic yet sadistic cycle of pleasurable torment. it was as if billy’s body were not even his own to control anymore, seriously, why is he whining like this?

“oh, i—” his voice was strangled and squeaky, letting out all sorts of overstimulated noises, all of the familiar parts of life suddenly a different type of exciting, “you’re so… ugh—”

what the fuck was that?

his hips, they just bucked up, why did they do that? why did that friction feel the way it did as you straddled him closer? it felt good, all that warmth, especially between your legs… how lewd.

“that’s it, billy.” your voice, it was enchanting, lulling him into an erotic trance. a gentle guide towards a pleasure only many androids and robots could ever wish to experience. he made another weak, squeaky noise in response, his flexible hands moving to cup your ass. as you littered his neck and face with more kisses, your hands roamed over the smooth, rigid metal of his body. you could feel the heat radiating from the core of his chest.

“feels nice. really nice, ah,” billy’s hips involuntarily jolted upward. sure, billy structure was made to replicate a human’s body, but even that part of him worked? jarring, to him at least. it was terribly sensitive too, more so than any other part of his carefully made body. his hands rode up your sides, hiking up your shirt selfishly. his hands came up to squeeze your breasts a few times, savoring the feeling of the soft, heated flesh in his mechanical palms. with a mindless yank, your shirt came off, your skin prickling as it made contact with the chilled air. your nipples were no exception, hardening into pert buds within seconds. billy pinched them a few times, taking the sight in perversely. he let out a sudden gasp.

“just like that, oh, f-fuck…” billy’s voice faltered as you rocked your body his along his clothed erection. seems this module did more than one thing. your hands snaked back around his neck, your grinding growing more desperate with every movement, billy’s grip on your ass tightening. you leaned in close, the friction against your needy clit a wonderful relief, but so painfully temporary. just a little more and you could…

“billy, i wanna take you.” you abruptly stopped, breathing hotly against his cold neck, your cheek pressed against it. he silently lifted your hips and ass up, quickly working the belt undone and unzipping his pants. something sprang out, but it wasn’t painful or cold at all. it was just as unfamiliar to him as it was you.

“so do you just…?” he asked sheepishly.

“yeah,” you murmured back, letting one arm pull down your pants, shimmying them off with a bit if concentrated effort. your panties were through one leg as your stayed straddled on billy, his larger frame leaned against the wall your bed was positioned on. you gave billy a shy, heated look, your breathing labored as you went in for another kiss on his cheek, your arms meeting again behind his neck.

that crazy overwhelming feeling has only worsened, even as he desperately tried to shrug it off. he could feel his cock vigorously twitch with each latent thought running through him. he placed his hands gently onto your hips, guiding your entrance towards his tip, his eyes narrowing as he cast a side-long glance of reassurance to you. his maneuvering was gentle and soft, taking one hand to line himself up with you. billy’s tone was akin to his delicate handling of your body, “go on, when you’re ready, ‘kay?”

you whispered a small “okay,” sinking yourself down onto him. you whined, billy’s two-handed grip firm, yet tender and assuring. “you got it.”

the stretch was no longer excruciating, dissolving into a delicious mixture of ecstasy and masochistic agony. as you sullied yourself down further onto him, you held him tighter, closer, with another needy mewl. this was just as intense for him. the feeling of being entirely enveloped by heat was exhilarating, yet it threatened to consume him whole if he wasn't careful. billy groaned, keeping himself in check for as long as he could. you reached the hilt of his cock, his shaft buried in you deep, the potent sensation intoxicating.

“there we go.” he patted your side, gingerly pulling you upwards, only the needy head of his cock remaining. you whimpered at the loss of him, billy promptly shushing you as he lowered you down again. your eyes screwed shut with a loud moan, feeling his cock split you open again, the action dizzying and feverish. promptly, he pulled you upwards again, your body finally willing to cooperate with his, before letting you down again. with each movement up and down, the thrust into you grew more ardent and urgent. billy’s timid demeanor waned into a heady need for pleasure, your cunt finally accepting his size with minimal give.

“oh, god, you’re tight!” billy threw his head back slightly with a grunt, he dare not shut his eyes for too long. the sight of you finally bounding on him was something to be admired. the way your body grew more desperate with each fuck into you, your shallow and loud breathing, he needed to see all of it. your hips had a mind of their own, taking him with vigor as you took him. with each loud gasp followed a “billy!” or a particularly needy “ah!” no part of him wanted to ever let go of your body.

his thinking and processing became particularly slow, succumbing to primal need, letting you fuck yourself silly on him. billy loved the way you pulled him even closer, the way you would moan on his dick, it was getting to be�� a bit much…

he struggled to keep his eyes open, squinted with deep pleasure as he watched you frantically bounce up and down, his hands still resting on your waist. “billy! i’m gonna— oh, fuck!”

that didn’t quite register, in more ways than one. even with a lack of understanding, he found himself reciprocating the intensity, thrusting up into you with a rough and fast tempo. “yeah, do it f’me, just like that.”

your grip around him tightened, legs shaking in overused agony, muscles trembling with need as release washed over you. billy was quick to follow. the burning need came to a head, your hips weakly stuttering on him. his senses were definitely overloaded, the perceived feeling like having his CPU absolutely fried, even so, he could manage decently well. maybe his parts weren’t all cooked up. yeah, definitely a different feeling. a good one, too.

“fuck, billy…” you whined, pussy gushing the last remnants of your orgasm around him, billy’s large arms coming to wrap entirely around your waist again.

“didn’t you just do that?”

[ckret2]

I'm still spending this evening making various Aku-related posts and I talked about the Action Pack comics already so I'm gonna talk about the actually good IDW comics now.

First, THE most important detail in the comics:

I said a while ago that I think Aku likes trees but I stopped short of headcanoning that he actually, like, cares for any plants. I felt like actually voluntarily nurturing a living thing for fun was pushing the outer bounds of what his Made Of Pure Evil personality allows for.

But if the comics says it's canon? fine by ME! Aku's into bonsai. Which is actually the perfect gardening activity for him, since it's basically artistically torturing an imprisoned tree.

I don't think he could handle, like, a terrarium, though. If there were living animals/bugs in with his plants he would be constantly fighting the urge to squash and slaughter them all even though he KNOWS they're good for the plants. He knows! But it feels so WRONG not to kill them. It goes against all his morals.

And the OTHER most important detail in the comics:

(the number is spelled googolplex but whatever im not mad)

aku... aku, why is that the reward ur offering.

like there are three possibilities here:

1) enough people consider aku desirable (or at least have a reason to want to spend time with him) that this actually is a reward that might help motivate people;

2) aku is NOT that desired but he thinks he is and is totally sure that the dinner date is gonna motivate people; or

3) nobody wants him, aku knows nobody wants him, but like,, he's lonely, so he tacked on the date to the hilariously huge cash reward so people can't say no. The dinner date and the cash prize bigger than any number that can be rendered in this universe are a package deal. don't you WANT to be rich enough to break reality?? three hours with aku. you can pick the restaurant.

In my heart, I feel like it's #3. Aku radiates "chronically unloved but like it doesn't bother him it's fine he doesn't mind" energy, with the sincerity of that "it doesn't bother him" varying depending on how you feel like interpreting him. Which would have to mean he's not desired enough to have found out about it, and he doesn't assume he's desired. he's got an ego, but I think he has a very strong dividing line between "i'm wonderful" and "people think i'm wonderful." nobody thinks he's wonderful; they think he's the worst, because he's THE BEST at being the worst.

it could be a mix of #3 and #1; like, he assumes nobody actually wants a date with him, but a lot of people would want him as a captive audience for a few hours (to make him read their resume and try to score a cushy government job, or to plea for their loved ones' release from the pit of hate, whatever), so he threw "and I'll let you talk to me for a few hours" in as a reward and framed it as a date because it makes him feel better.

anyway i wish someone had collected that bounty. i wanna see that date. i bet aku wouldn't even shrink down for it. he'd be sitting there 100 feet over his date & the table while they crane their neck up at him.

fellas is it gay to throw your nemesis into a time portal and then wait with bated breath and infinite patience for him to arrive into your future so your revenge can be complete?

I mean... you're waiting on a man

(no but this dialogue makes it sound like aku spent a lotta time thinking about & anticipating jack's arrival. which is an interesting interpretation. I'd always seen him as like... okay he threw jack into the future because that was a problem he wanted to deal with Later. and so he put it out of his mind until Later. he wasn't particularly eager for it, killing jack was just a chore he had to do. the idea that he was practically salivating at the thought of getting his hands on jack again so he could tear him apart is intriguing.)

I know his fortress teleports in canon, but I think "teleports every 30 days" is lore specific to the comic. I embrace it and "he just picks up temp workers for a month" as fully canon. dunno about the idea that his fortress houses a merch factory though. not as much a fan of that.

I like this because like, Aku's repeatedly called a "wizard" but he doesn't often do much wizardy stuff. He seems to function much more like a creature with superpowers. "Wizard" implies skill—you've got to study and learn stuff.

Aku's very sedentary. He seems to mainly sit around in his fortress, wait for people to come to him, and send people out to obey his orders. So hearing about him doing stuff—going out, treasure hunting, studying magical artifacts, gaining new knowledge!—is an interesting rarity. Was he more adventurous when he was younger, I wonder, when he still hadn't finished conquering Earth, or when he wasn't yet fully settled into the role of ruler? Is he so sedentary now because he's already been there, done that? Or was that always part of his nature and he only drags himself outside to do stuff when he feels it's absolutely necessary?

also this is the most ridiculous thing aku's ever done

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Chiori and Yae with a reader that tries to slack off all the time

characters: Chiori / Yae Miko x gn!reader (separate)

a/n: Chiori is such an asshole and I absolutely adore her. She’s like if they gave Stannis Baratheon hair and a second sword.

(I wrote this like... 2 months ago and finally finished it. A total henry move to write 90% of smth and then let it rot in my WIP folder for months, if you ask me.)

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Chiori

While the two of you matched when it came to radiating calm energy, the way they came out in quite contrasting ways. Where the Seamstress worked hard at following her passions, you were easygoing, where she was direct and brutally honest, you were charming and always said what the other party wanted to hear. Where she was Chiori, you were you.

So when you once again found yourself in her Boutique, chatting away with customers and somehow managing to make them spend more than they had planned, only to up and vanish from one moment to the next, Chiori couldn’t help but feel like she had an inkling of an idea to as were she would find you.

“What are you doing here?”, Chiori’s voice suddenly rang out, waking you from your slumber as you slowly looked up at her, your eyes still half closed and yet still managing to make out the vexed look on her face.

“I was taking a small break. Do you need me for something, Chiori?” you asked in a completely innocent tone, an unwavering smile plastered on your face as she stared you down before signaling to the once locked door.

“And where did you get the keys for the room?”

“They were in the door, so I let myself in. Oh- Was I not supposed to go here?” You realized with widened eyes, glancing between her and the door before shooting her an apologetic smile.

“Yeah no, don’t do that again. The next time you want to take a nap, do it at home”, came her response almost immediately.

Putting the whole “sneaking off and going into a locked room to take a nap away from people” situation aside, what annoyed Chiori even more was how impossible to read you were. If she was sure you were lying to her, she’d have thrown you out long ago. Were you really clueless enough to let yourself into a room or were you simply playing dumb? 

“Ugh. If you want to stand around and do nothing, come with me. I’m in need of a model right now.”

Yae Miko

While you were certainly far from being as lethargic as a certain ninja-girl loitering around the shrine every so often, you had your moments of supreme languidness. And while there were times she felt the urge to help you out by giving you a bit of motivation to get your day started, more often than not, Yae found herself amused by the lengths you took to go unnoticed by your superiors.

“Oh my, you look exhausted. You must have been working hard to get all of this paperwork finished. I do hope I’m not being a nuisance right now”, Yae observed as she entered the room, her voice both soft in nature while masking her mischievous intentions, letting herself into your office only to see you half-slumped over your desk with finished paperwork surrounding you.

That being said, Yae had no doubt it didn’t take you as long as your dramatic rendition of an exhausted warrior would suggest, considering the clever ways you found to make your work easier. So often had you inadvertently impressed her with your way of working that she wouldn’t put it past you to reinvent the wheel if it could shave off a few seconds from your work.

“No, I just now finished my work”, you were quick to soothe her worries, and yet by the way you rubbed your eyes awake, the Kitsune couldn’t help but doubt your words.

As expected, you had learned from your mistakes. The last time you were caught finishing early, you got a few sentences of praise and an extra load of work, the way your self-satisfied smile turned into one barely holding on as you tried to mask whatever emotions washed over you on the inside, being exactly the kind of subtle reactions she loved to watch people go through.

“You should know that you are truly a commendable employee. So, to reward you for your hard work, I should give you a promotion”, Yae spoke before shooting you a small smile as if to praise you, and yet by the time her words registered in your brain, your mouth was left hanging wide open.

“Thank you, but that’s really not necessary. I can think of a dozen people more suited than me-”

“You’re selling yourself short. I’m confident you’re more than qualified for the position”, Yae quickly cut you off, her expression unchanging as she slowly turned around. “Or… Is it that you do not want more work?” She added as her smile grew wider, barely hiding her enjoyment anymore.

“No… thank you”, you responded with a meek sigh, realizing the futility of fighting it.

Once you’d take a closer look at your new privileges and responsibilities, you’d surely realize that she made sure most of your new workload wouldn’t take nearly as long as your current one if handled in an intelligent manner, and yet, when she saw your current reaction, a part of her found herself hoping you wouldn’t realize anytime soon.

By the time Yae reached the door however, she found herself halting in her tracks, quietly humming to herself as she seemed to think about something before finally turning to face you once again.

“I do suppose you did work well today. Take the rest of the day off.”

[typellblog]

Illyasviel von Einzbern: The Hole at the Center of Fate/Stay Night

Emiya Shirou is the beating heart of Fate/Stay Night. Every character radiates outwards from Shirou, shapes and is shaped by him. He fights against foils like Archer and Kirei while growing alongside the three main heroines in each route.

There's really only one character who precedes Shirou in influence, who shapes him near-completely but cannot himself be shaped.

Emiya Kiritsugu is already dead, after all.

It's his legacy that drives the novel - but something oft-undiscussed is that Shirou only has half of it. He inherits his father’s justice, and the one that inherits his ruthlessness is Illya. Thus, Illya’s relationship to Shirou is dictated from the start.

She is everything his father left behind, the first gatekeeper of the moonlit world of death and magecraft that Shirou now finds himself in. In this role she transcends routes, appearing at the end of the third day to deliver a near-lethal attack just as the story branches off.

She seems intent to deliver Kiritsugu’s baggage to Shirou, to make him reckon with the past that he himself never experienced; the truth that a hero can only help those he sides with while many others are left alone in the cold.

In this way her very existence is a far more fundamental challenge to Shirou’s ideals than that of any other character - and yet this challenge is met only indirectly. Much of the information regarding her true identity and relationship to Shirou is elided until the end of HF.

She functions similarly to Sakura, a character who totally changes the reader’s perception of the first two routes in retrospect. The reveals about Illya force us to reevaluate how positive her ending in the Fate route really is.

In the narrative of Heaven’s Feel, both Illya and Sakura are considered ‘doomed’ - able to be saved only by Shirou sacrificing his own life to Archer’s arm.

It’s the crux of their characterisation, in the same way that Saber’s pursuit of the Holy Grail leads her into timeless and uncountable doomed battles. In a route based around that character, you would expect fixing it to be the main thrust of the plot.

And so just as the Fate route is focused on Shirou clashing with Saber over her lack of regard for her safety, and Heaven’s Feel is focused on accepting even the ‘impure’ parts of Sakura, there is no route focused on showing Illya that she needn't give up on having a normal life.

Instead all of her scenes in Heaven’s Feel are about accepting that she cannot have one.

This is the hole in the center of FSN that I’m talking about. Its absence is felt keenly throughout the novel, because Illya has another role besides a specter of Shirou's past. She embodies the prize and object of the Holy Grail War itself - the very same wish-granting device.

Many of the characters in this story are not fighting for the Grail specifically, but nonetheless their strong personalities and desires cause them to clash with one another, in a process Kirei sees as comparable to everyday life.

Their wishes, both in the form of the dead’s regrets and victor’s will, enter the neutral, empty Grail in order to produce a miracle. The only one not allowed a will of their own is the vessel of the Grail, who, in absorbing these desires, must completely erase their humanity.

Illya is not intended to have a reason to pursue the Grail, nor any life beyond obtaining it. The war is premised on the sacrifice of the Servants, yes, but nonetheless they enter as contestants. Illya, like Justeaze before her, enters the ritual only as a sacrifice.

And yet an outside element is introduced. Illya being part-human, the product of an actual family rather than just a clone allows for her to have personal motivations. She holds on to her resentment of Kiritsugu, despite knowing that it’s pointless, because it’s all she has left.

A parallel can be made to the Grail itself. Supposedly a pure wish-granting device, it becomes corrupted through the influence of Angra Mainyu, one small, perverse wish colouring the whole thing black.

The desired salvation of the Einzberns, their thousand-year project relies on being able to reproduce the miracle, to understand every component part of their attempts in order to draw ever closer to the Third Magic, but Illya is a random factor, born to a human parent.

She’s also their greatest creation since Justeaze. Miracles, after all, exist because they are not understood.

The corruption of the Grail with the darkest desires of the world is just the inevitable result of any wish - the price of becoming a human instead of existing as a machine. Live long enough and anyone would turn into Zouken, higher goals suborned by a base desire to escape pain.

Like Illya the Grail is a failed project, a tool that can only provide salvation of a limited nature & only fulfill its purpose incompletely, proof positive that true perfection does not exist in the world of Fate/Stay Night.

In Illya’s case the bug in her programming comes fundamentally from a desire for family, for someone to be close to her. Despite her dysfunctional initial approaches she’s perfectly capable of living normally alongside Shirou.

The issue, then, is the Grail War itself.

Her two sides, two different origins, come into conflict here, and her role as the Holy Grail consistently wins. Not because she desires it in any real sense, but because she doesn’t believe that she can do anything else.

Consider how the Fate route ends with Saber and Shirou trying to live without regrets, accepting both the negative and positive aspects of the past without dwelling on that which cannot be changed.

Consider how Illya in the Fate route doesn’t say a single thing about her condition, refuses to burden others with that knowledge, accepting the fact of her death and instead choosing to live in the moment.

Consider how the Unlimited Blade Works route is about Shirou trying to live without regrets, accepting that he will not always succeed, that his self-sacrificing nature will hurt him, but nonetheless his pursuit of that goal is worthwhile.

Consider how Illya’s death is used to illustrate this, how she cannot be saved regardless of whether Shirou makes the choice to intervene or not, how his sorrow is used as proof of his brokenness and his ability to move forward regardless is used as proof of his strength.

Consider why the Heaven's Feel route is named after the ritual that materializes the soul, why this is identified with salvation and rebirth by the Einzberns. I would argue that the Third Magic is a metaphor for the process Shirou undergoes throughout the novel.

He evolves from a machine into a human, gaining his own desires and the will to live. And just as Heaven’s Feel, the ritual, requires a sacrifice: Justeaze’s blood forms the foundation, so too does Heaven’s Feel, the route: Illya spends her own life to fully realize Shirou’s.

In moving past Kiritsugu’s legacy, he moves past his belief that his life is worth less than others. He wants to live, wants to let Illya save him, wants to let her sacrifice herself for him. In moving past Kiritsugu’s legacy, he moves past Illya.

I don’t blame him. I just want to emphasize how significant to this novel the existence of suffering is, how important the figure of someone who cannot be saved, how necessary a single person’s sacrifice. And how this falls on Illya in every route.

In the latter parts of the Fate route she quickly disappears from story relevance. Her functions as a Grail offer a convenient excuse to have her sleeping for much of the day, as it does for Kirei’s kidnapping of her, stringing her up as a sacrifice to open the gate.

In UBW we have Gilgamesh brutally ripping out her heart. He values her purely for her core, which holds the Grail, tossing aside the rest of her body.

If her role as the Grail is what drives her doom, though, she is at least partially able to overcome this at the end of Heaven’s Feel.

For a brief moment, Illya escapes the bonds of fate by uniting her deeply personal wish with the impersonal functions of the Grail.

She also dies. She fucking dies, okay? I’m so tired of talking about this as though it’s supposed to be a good thing, as though we’re just supposed to accept it as the best possible option.

It works precisely because we know there is another, because we know for a fucking fact that an Illya route could have existed, that her salvation is possible not just from a meta perspective but directly implied in-universe.

Illya’s power is to grant wishes, but she is incapable of giving voice to her own. She needs someone there by her side to tell her that it’s okay to want to live, and yet- Shirou is so fucking broken that he needs her to do that for him instead.

Illya could have lived, but she doesn’t, and in not doing so she carries half the weight of this story’s tragedy on her back.

In a way this is an excuse for the lack of an Illya route. I really do think its blatant absence adds something to Fate/Stay Night, really sells the tragedy of HF, becomes even more beautiful precisely because of its unattainability.

It’s a comment on how the artistic process, materializing your soul on paper if you will, is an inherently restrictive one, rife with failure and things left on the chopping board.

But it does not, not for a second, mean that we should accept the lack of an Illya route. It doesn’t mean the desire for it is a bad thing. It doesn’t mean that its addition would make Fate/Stay Night worse.

It would, however, become a different game at that point, and here I want to pay respect to the one that has lived alongside me for twenty years.

Thanks for reading, and happy anniversary to my favourite story of all time.

[sabrondabrainrot]

🌦️Dark Sun and 🔅Servant Sun

I tried my hand at designing Servant Sun and Dark Sun.

I'm getting more caught up on the lore!! Click underneath for art closeups and more Lore rants and AU idea! Plus, I have sketches and a comic WIP I've been working on.

😉

There will be rambly spoilers to where I am in the Lore.

For Dark Sun I was inspired a lot by the thumbnails, they give him red eyes a lot in the thumbnails and I like the smarmy red eyed look of the guy. Tried to capture his 'regal-holier then thou' attitude in his design. He's still Sun though, so I used OG Sun's palette (my first Sun design!) to reflect the fact they have the same beginnings. I don't trust anything he says but I know something has totally happened to his Moon (I'm really banking on the idea he ATE him/ ATE his intelligence chip) so he carries his Moon's bell and he also repurposed the star pattern of Moon to parade it around as like a symbol his Moon is at his heal. I don't know if I like his final look but I think it's because I gave him dramatically darker shading vs the other Suns.

Servant Sun! Here's my take on him. He's been suffering for over 10000+ years under Lord Eclipse abuse. We saw how he was being punished just because Lore Eclipse was bored! I feel really bad for this Sun, it was hard to draw a design for him. I think despite his servant title Lord Eclipse just keeps him around not only to keep himself sane but also a trophy/slave to show off to Moon and the others in the afterlife. I had this like monologue for SSun basically, "The sound of bells long ago stopped ringing for the daycare attendant turned servant but Lord Eclipse still can hear the sound of metallic chimes when the neurotic servant cleans thanks to his fanciful additions." (aka the chime of chains) He's also got an apron that's falling apart and SSun used random old fabric to patch it up (it wasn't random it was his old clothes). I was really inspired by Meagancandraw's design of Servant Sun!

Here's my AU sketches. I'm planning to clean these up and maybe color them? This is basically just the AU idea that I think Sun is going to somehow get reborn but be a being reborn from star power and negative star power? I don't know if it's possible? He becomes a mix of the two in my AU. I know some current spoilers and basically I know he may be immune to negative star energy? He can also hold Star Power uniquely and it 'taste good to him'. I will never let go of the fact he told Moon it taste nice like dried watermelon. His untrained magical outburst was also compared to be as powerful as Golden Freddy's. There's big theory he's going to die or be sacrificed but I have this idea what if he's essentially remade? idk just rambly thoughts. So yeah, he has a cool new look to go with his magical transformation.

BTW he is very sad cause he can't be near his family in this AU my brain cooked up. He's basically radiation incarnate now <3 His eyes are cracked because they're intensely pouring out Star/Negative Star power. Just a constant pull and push of power circulating in him.

this is the comic idea I have currently. I don't have a ton of motivation so any encouragement to finish this comic idea would be super appreciated! I'm not a comic-type artist so this is out of my comfort zone (I've made a few comics but usually they are pretty janky)

ON TO THE RAMBLES - spoilers BEWARE:

NEW MOON MY BOY PLS YOU ARE HIDING STUFF FROM YOUR FAMILY. BOY NO. HE IS GONNA USE RUIN TO BRING BACK SOLAR?

Blood Moon just took Ruin. Also Dark Sun repaired Ruin after Molten took him to die in the dead dimension?? BOY??? Also, Dark Sun did something to Eclipse??? Bro is plotting. I wish I could get a read on Dark Sun but I don't even know how much of the truth he's been sharing thus far. He has no reason to tell anyone the truth and so far he hasn't hurt anyone just stole a bunch of data from Moon and built a bunker to escape total dimension collapse...He's just a big wild card for me.

Then there's New Moon, He's just actually going crazy after meeting Old Moon. Sun can tell something is wrong with his brother!!! I hope he can help him but spoilers tells me otherwise. The family is trying! Earth heard out Eclipse and Eclipse is getting Earth proof that Moon is currently cray-cray. Lunar is kind of hanging near Sun and Earth because the creator is now actively trying to kidnap him. So much spicy drama.

I don't pay attention much to the Freddy side of the plot but he's also dying?? bro??? What about Francine? The missing mom/wife? Poor Francine's suffering, she needs her mom and dad! I like that Puppet is hanging around her grandchild more it is very sweet. Foxy also got his 'bestfriend' Puppet a house/condo. hmm-Mmmhmm. Definitely no romantic tensions there. Definitely not.

(side bar, I don't ship Kidscove but I do ship the Foxy and Puppet do they have a ship name? Also no hate to Kidscove I just think Foxy treats Sun like a kid a lot. I like the gooseworld Kidscove. Sun laid eggs, so wholesome.)

Lunar is just waiting for news on his trial and I am in suspense hoo boy...Then the stuff with FC being put in a new body and Frank is not happy about it. I def can tell there's big lead up to the astral bodies making a big move I just wonder what the move will be. I feel like now Lunar and FC are going to end up being more intwined then they might think.

Also I love Dazzle!!! AAAGH! She and Jack are so cute! I loved the ep Sun took Dazzle and Lunar to the store that was so sweet. Can't wait to see more of them! They're such a cute dynamic! I like seeing Lunar put his best foot forward to help Dazzle too.

I can tell Moon is slowly distancing himself from the others but it's like this odd thing where he's no longer obsessed with Solar being back per sei...but he's obsessed over how HE has to be the one to bring Solar back in his way because HE promised and he wants to be better then Old Moon and yeah...he's got a very warped perspective I feel like? But Molten and Ruin BOTH pointed out Moon is being possessed by something so I think he's definitely sick? Or something is keeping him from seeing the error of his way.

Rambles over :)

I do plan to draw Solar and Eclipse and Lord Eclipse next but I'm stuck on what I want to do for Solar's design :P I might make a poll in the future!

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A miniature flashlight on a keychain (Ticci Toby x Reader) (Ending 5)

this one might be a little... eh... compared to the other endings but i prommy i was into this ive just been all over the place lately-- putting the polls back to 1 week since my motivation is.. hmm... so remember to vote on the poll at the bottom of this post if you wanted someone else! notes: reader is gn, admin is still figuring out how he wants to write toby, jeff is an asshole cws: none word count: 1.9k

You reach your hand into the hat and pull out…

A tiny flashlight on a keychain. Without giving it much extra thought your thumb flips the switch to find that the light does indeed work. You couldn’t immediately think of who it could belong to, but you quickly get your answer when you hear Jeff elbowing Toby hard in the ribs and giving him a look. Jeff’s eyes dart between you and Toby, and under the mess that he calls his hair you can see him raising his brows at the proxy. 

You cannot read Toby’s face due to the goggles and mouth covering he was wearing. Jeff shifts to grab him by the back of his hoodie, and he motions for you to follow as he basically manhandles Toby down the hallway who only really seems to be fighting back due to the rough treatment. You’re shoved into the closet with Toby not following too far behind.

“Remember: seven minutes and then I’m swinging the doors open-” His eyes flick to Toby, “Don’t get too crazy in here,” He cackled and slammed the doors shut. You can see the shadows of Jeff’s feet under the door remain for a few seconds, before he finally makes his departure. 

You take a moment to readjust yourself on the floor into a more comfortable position, however you find it hard as the shock wears off enough for you to realize Jeff basically tossed Toby haphazardly on top of you. Not that Toby was particularly heavy, though, and you were able to push him to the side with relative ease.

…Or you would have been able to if you placing your hand on his shoulder didn’t snap him out of whatever trance he was in, prompting him to scramble off of you and basically slam himself against the wall across from you- giving you more than enough space to fall into a more comfortable position on the floor. Toby’s eyes bounce around from your face, to your body, the floor, the wall, the door- really anywhere he could look in the darkness until he fully assessed. 

After a few seconds he seemed to actually look at you and untense from where he pressed himself together, finally falling slack against the wall.

As if he hadn’t just leaped across the closet he greeted you, as he would any other time he ran into you everyday. 

“Hey,” 

Short and as casual as he could muster. 

You nod your head. 

“Yo,”

The air fell silent between the two of you, only serving to highlight the awkwardness radiating off of the man in front of you- if you squinted through the darkness you could see his jaw working behind his face covering. 

“So you and Jeff, what was that all about?” You asked. 

“Nothing, he’s just-t being an asshole… What’s new?” He rolled his eyes, but he now avoided looking at your face. You only offer a soft “oh..” and fall back into silence. 

You pat your palms against your thighs, and Toby cracked the knuckles of his fingers. At this rate, you were sure the entire seven minutes were going to spent like this- and while you wouldn’t be totally against it, you… weren’t sure if you could take much more of the suffocating atmosphere without at least saying something.

“How come you picked this game? Jeff said-” 

“Who cares what J-Jeff said?” Toby nearly hissed, only to soften as you pull away from him. He cracked another joint in his knuckle and reeled himself back in. 

He was more irritable than he normally was. It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Toby snapping at others however something seemed. 

Off. 

When he finally brought his eyes back to you he seemed to gather himself to pull an entire 180 in his attitude- or at least pretend to for the time being- you… weren’t exactly sure. 

“I was actually hoping someone in specific pulled my keychain,” 

Now you could recall: Jeff had said that Toby- or “Lover boy” as he had so affectionately called him- was hoping for his crush to pull his item. Before you could bring yourself to speak you found yourself thinking several things. 

Namely, who was his crush?

You scraped through your mind for a long moment. It couldn’t be Slenderman, he practically saw him as a father; and by extension he viewed Splendorman as an uncle. It couldn’t have been Jane because he already knew she wasn’t going to be attending the party… You lingered on Jeff for a moment but decided to file that away for another day- Nina viewed him as a brother… 

And secondly- had you ruined his plans when you drew out the flashlight? 

Your moment of silence only lasted a few seconds before you pushed him to continue. “‘S’that so?” 

Toby nodded.

“Who were you hoping to get then?” You ask, he doesn’t say anything but he does lean his head towards you- and much like earlier with Jeff you could see his eyebrows raise up behind his messy brown hair, copying the look his friend had given him just a minute or two before.

It clicked.

“Ah-!” Is really the only word you can get out before the realization sinks deeper and deeper- you could feel your face burning hotter with each second as your hands spread as far as they can across your thighs and grip them.

You weren’t exactly uncomfortable, if anything you were completely taken off guard. 

You took a deep breath through cracked teeth and steeled yourself for whatever was to come next. You were thankful that Toby decided to be kinder today and let you have this much time to compose yourself.

You always took Toby to be the type to want an answer in the exact seconds after confessing, however he was currently proving your idea of him wrong. 

You decide to be bold, and your effort rewards you by catching him off guard. 

“You said you wanted to try to… ‘get some’?” You asked, recalling Jeff’s words as he had pawned the responsibility of the choice of game off to Toby. 

In an instant the smug and teasing look he gave you was replaced with something more scattered as he tripped over his own words to explain himsef.

“See- nonono- n-n-no! Th-at’s not at all what I said- You see-” Toby’s gloved hands flung into the air in front of him, waving around as he tried to find his voice. The fingers curled as he groaned- likely internally cursing Jeff in his mind for the wording he had chosen. 

“Uffgh!” 

“Take your time,”

He pushed his goggles up and let them rest on top of his head, and he rubbed his eyes. 

One deep breath became two. 

“H-He makes it sound so…” His mouth covering scrunched as he grimaced. He went ahead and pulled it down. He tucked it into his jacket pocket and looked at you.

“I just-t think you’re…” He paused to find the words. 

“Cute…”

His hands lay limb in his lap as his eyes lowered to just below your face, somewhere on your neck. 

You only smile and offer a soft chuckle. “You think I’m cute?”

“And hot-t and-” He started but stopped as you dragged yourself across the floor closer to him. 

“Well you’re lucky, because I think you’re cute too,” 

He blinks slowly at you, the flush of his cheeks made incredibly obvious thanks to his pale complexion. 

You hover your hands over his upper arm and look at him. He shuffles it against your open palms and you gently clasp your hands around it. You press your body into the side of his and rest your head into his shoulders- completely taking the lead as he squirmed slightly under you… despite that he tugs you back against him when you try to backpedal and retreat. 

He wanted this, he simply wasn’t used to this- or expecting it really. 

You sigh softly as you get comfortable.

You reach a hand towards his lap and grab one of his hands. 

“I know this isn’t exactly, giving you some-” 

Toby groaned above you but you only giggled in response.

“But I don’t actually… know what you would expect from a statement like that,” 

Toby pulled his head away from yours and stared down at you. You readjust yourself to look him dead in the eye. “I’m open if you have any suggestions, though… no quickies, though,” You stick your tongue out. “I was-n’t-!” He inhaled sharply through his nose.

“Only teasing of course,” You chuckle. 

“Well…” You started up again, but you didn’t get the chance to say anything as the thundering sound of footsteps outside quickly approached.

Was it time?

Why didn’t Jeff give a warning?  

You didn’t get much time to think much of anything else as light practically assaults your eyes as it floods into the dark room. The blurred image of Jeff stands above the two of you as he pants raggedly- both of his arms bracing himself against the doorframe to keep himself standing. 

“Times- up!” He barked through gasps. 

He was looking directly in front of him at the wall.

He finally slowly lowers his head to look at you and Toby cuddling into one another on the floor. He clicks his tongue against his teeth- the fact you can see the movement through the cuts in his cheeks makes you mildly uncomfortable. 

“Times up,” He repeated, and looked down at Toby with an almost teasing glint in his eye. Toby swats at his arm as he pulls the two of you out of the small closet. 

“Maybe next time sport,” 

“I’m older than you.” Toby muttered shortly, not at all noticing the arm that he had wrapped around your shoulders. 

He retracted it when he did finally notice. That only seemed to fuel Jeff more as he threw his hands up defensively. “I’m just saying- actually I’m surprised you got that far,” His wide blue eyes glue themselves onto you. “You know you can play again if you want, Toby’s got stage fright you know-” 

Sometimes you wondered if Jeff and Toby actually were friends.

Even you found yourself becoming annoyed at the burned man’s words. 

So annoyed in fact that you decided to stick it to him by tugging Toby towards you by the strings of his hoodie and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. You didn’t give it much thought, and you were probably going to roll later when it sank in how cringe the action was in response to the teasing. But at least in the moment it caught both of them off guard. 

Both men fall silent.

“Well damn, okay then, he’s the bitch then,” 

Jeff finally lays off of Toby, and walks down the hall. “Guess he actually said something then… not bad,” You heard him mutter under his breath as he went back to the living room to continue the game. 

You finally release Toby, and spin on your heel to face him. He snaps right back to his full height and stares down at you- or through you. 

He is… so…

Red. 

“I was going to do that my-self,” He sounded so genuinely defeated when he finally let the words spill. 

You blink. He cracks you a grin and you follow. “I guess not all of your plans can go through I guess,” You shrug and shift your weight between each foot. 

“So…”

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and copies your motions, the both of you shifting together in unison. 

“Do you… want to go out for a walk? I mean-” He starts. “If that’s okay with you,” 

“I’d like that…” 

A thought crosses your mind.

“You want to go through the front while holding hands? Really rub it in asshat’s face?” 

“Oh absolutely.” 

And you both did just that.

[babysun412]

Hi!! Can I please request a haechan one-shot in which he's totally whipped for yn

Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope you don't mind that I used Haechan's real name. I'm just used to writing with it. Anyway, I hope you like it! 😊❤

Whipped - Lee Haechan

Pairing - Haechan x Reader

You were already on your way back home when you got a text from Donghyuck. His message asked if you could stop by the practice room for while. Despite how exhausted you are, you caved and are now standing infront of the practice room door with food because you have the fattest crush on the world.

"Y/N!!!" Donghyuck shouted when he saw you through the mirror. He ran towards you and grabbed the food out of your hands. "You brought me food?"

"No," You teased with a smile. "I bought everyone food."

The dreamies came rushing towards you just as fast as Donghyuck did when you pulled out another bag from behind your back.

"You're literally the best," Jisung grabbed the bag and put it on the floor.

"I know I am," You sighed gently before patting your legs. "Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy your food."

"You're leaving?" Donghyuck's head shot up instantly.

"Yeah, I've got finals to study for," You grimaced as Donghyuck started whining at you.

"Y/nnnnnn you can study later," He had a pout on his lips as he dragged his feet towards where you were standing.

"I really can't," You tried to avoid looking at the puppy eyes he was giving you. "Everything's kicking my ass right now and i can't afford to fuck this up."

"You can study here!" Donghyuck shrugged his shoulders up and started pulling your backpack off your back. "You can study now and we can hang out after practice."

"Haechan-ah, she might be tired and just want to go home," Mark rolled his eyes at his best friend as Donghyuck proceeded to ignore him and set your bag against the wall.

"You'll stay, right?" Donghyuck's voice turned soft as he peered at you. He almost looked a bit shy.

"Yeah," You felt breathless at the smile he was giving you. "Just for a little while."

"YAY!" He screeched as he clung onto your shoulders before running back to finish his food.

By the time they got back to practicing you were almost falling asleep. Your classes had been keeping you up late at nights and you haven't been getting much sleep. All you wanted to do was curl up in your bed but who can say no to Lee Donghyuck?

"Dude, she's falling asleep," Jeno sighed before looking at Donghyuck. "You should've let her go home. She's clearly tired."

"No I'm not!" You straightened up and open your eyes as wide as you could get them to wake yourself up. "I'm as wide awake as ever."

Donghyuck peered over at you with worry. The divot between his brows was deep as he bit his lip. He didn't mean to keep you from sleeping but he really missed you. He likes spending time with you and gets more motivated when he sees your face.

Once there was another break he came over to sit next to you. He rubbed his sweaty hands over his legs and stared at the way your head was leaned back and your eyes were closed.

You weren't asleep but you could feel the warmth radiating off him with how close he was sitting to you. You wish you could bask in that warmth. You've constantly been avoiding telling him how you feel because you're afraid he'll reject you.

But hey...it doesn't hurt to take advantage of the situation now does it. You slowly leaned to your left until your head landed on Donghyuck's warm shoulder. You're body finally relaxing for the first time all day.

"Oh, y/n..." Donghyuck took a deep breath before he dropped his head on top of yours.

"We have to-" Jaemin started to say but instantly stopped talking when Donghyuck held a finger to his lips and gave him a life ending glare.

"Are you ever gonna confess?" Jaemin raised a brow as Donghyuck's cheeks began to turn pink.

"Shut up," Donghyuck grumbled.

You on the other hand could hear this whole exchange and it almost made you furrow your brows.

Does Donghyuck like somebody?

"She doesn't like me back," You heard Donghyuck say but it didn't seem loud enough for anybody but you to hear it.

Donghyuck slowly reached for your hand and slid your fingers together. You could feel him tracing light and gentle circles on the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry for making you stay," His voice was the softest you've ever hear it. "I know you're tired but...sometimes I just miss you."

You swear your felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest when his nose pressed into the top of your head and his free hand gently pushed your hair out of your face.

"You make me really happy," Donghyuck pressed a light kiss into your hair.

"Alright let's run it again!" Mark clapped his hands before screaming when Donghyuck had pick up one of your pencils and chucked it at him.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Donghyuck whisper yelled at him as you pretended to stir to not make it obvious you were awake.

Also maybe to calm yourself down because what in the actual fuck just happened.

"Haechan-ah-" Jaemin rolled his eyes.

"Five more minutes," Donghyuck huffed once he made sure you were "sleeping" again.

You had finally decided that maybe you would try to fall sleep on his arm. You could felt love burst through your chest at his words and you sleepily nuzzed your cheek against his shoulder.

"Sleep well, princess," Donghyuck ran his thumb over your knuckles as he stared down at your sleeping face.

If Chenle pretended to gag in the background then that was nobody's business but his and the ass kicking Donghyuck would give him later.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

OMG HELLO HELLO okay so I saw your lil inbox saying “up for requests!” and so I’m assuming that your requests is open and if it isn’t I am SUPERR DUPER SORRY BOOKIE ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

OKAY SO I was wondering if you would totally be up for Clawdeen x Fem! Humanoid Kitsune! Reader? LIKE FLUFFY HEADCANONS I FEEL LIKE THEY WOULD BE SOO CUTE TOGETHER ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

ANYWAYY IF YOU READ AND DECIDE TO DO RHIS THANK YOUU SM >.<‼️

Hello Pookie! Yes my request box is always open unless I specify before hand rn they are open as a archway to a temple lol

Okay love this prompt and x reader pairing

I've never done headcanons so bear with me here haha,i love kitsune and their lore so happy to make this

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Clawdeen wolf x fem! Kitsune! Reader (with humanoid features)

(H/t) hair type

(H/c) hair color

(E/c) eye color

(S/c) skin color

Fluff/relationship headcanons

I will make a little background how y'all got together and then the couple headcanons

Clawdeen never thought she would ever find someone that would catch her interest let alone have a crush but that all changed when she saw you.

Walking through the halls with her BFF Draculaura something had caught her eye so she naturally looked over to her left and then she fully focused on the ghoul passing by.

A beautiful kitsune with (h/t) (h/c) hair, beautiful (e/c) eyes that seem so gently yet wise radiant clear (s/c) the seemed soft to the touch, you were dressed in a short kimono dress with kneehigh heels with gold accents all around even on the accents of the flower patterns on your kimono, you gave her a smile and said "hi" as you walked passed her and her best friend Draculaura in the hallway

That was the moment clawdeen knew she had to get to know you and maybe become something more. She didn't know yet but she had this strong feeling in her chest and that she should at least try to find you again today.

And to her surprise later that day Clawdeen had actually found you once more 'okay you got this Clawdeen' she walked up to you and started up a conversation "Hey i wanted to say i love your outfit its so fierce" clawdeen pushed her bangs out the way as she looked at you with a toothy smile.

You look at the ghoul in front of you happily "thank you! I love your skirt, the patterns are so clawsome" the looked at each other a little buzz in the air "mind if I sit down?" Clawdeen asked you "not at all please I'd love some company, oh and I'm [Name] what's yours?" [Name] extended her hand to the ghoul sitting across from her at the outdoor table, "Clawdeen, nice to meet you" [Name] nodded saying "nice to meet you too Clawdeen"

The two ended up chatting about fashion and their interests and then two months into knowing each other Clawdeen had asked [Name] out with chocolates and flowers which made the ghoul swoon and ran into the wolf's arm kissing her cheek and exclaimed "yes yes yes" as her fluffy tails wagged side to side excitedly

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Now the headcanon!

-clawdeen loves holding you by the waist as she talks to you in any place and time she feels so giddy holding you gently with one arm the warmth radiating from you both like a personal heater.

-whenever she's at your house she plays with your two tails and she likes to brush them and the blush on your cheeks when she puts her face in the softness of your fur motivates her to do it every time she comes over.

-you two are very cuddly behind closed doors and she's actually the little spoon because she likes to feel the soft purrs on her back as you hold her close by her middle.

(I'm gonna pretend you can purr hehe)

-Clawdeen loves it when you wear something of hers, since she's a wolf she liked the idea that this is one of her ways to mark you as hers and that no one will try to get with you,if someone tries to get with you they are screwed

-you also like when she wears your clothes just like Clawdeen you think that your scent on her will make idiots leave her alone before YOU tear them a new one.

- kissing is her favorite,the way your lips and her's fit so well with yours,the smell of your fruit flavor lip gloss and hers that mix together to make a new color when you part ways, ughh yes you should kiss her all the time.

-she really likes your human form you look so cute and the way you get slightly shorter than your monster form is actually too adorable

-Clawdeen will often make you two matching outfits, some are suits or dresses whichever you want to match with she's down to do anything for her muse.

-speaking of muses you are hers she's always making outfits inspired by you and your background every pattern every style it always seems she has you in mind throughout the process

-dates are going to the mall, parks, the boovies and just hanging out. Who knows maybe you'll take her to a parking lot and chill with some snacks and music playing (a make out will happen she can't help it you're just so pretty!!)

-Did I mention Clawdeen loves to pet your fluffy ears? Oh and she loves it when you do it to her too, just gently caress them with your soft hand and she's melting

-she spoils you but not in a buying you expensive things, no she remembers the candy's and chips you like and gives you a cute basket of them every few months and since the candy you like isn't expensive she's just buying you one and brings it to school for you to munch on in class.

-but on occasions like your birthday, anniversary valentines day and Christmas she'll get you a specific jewelry for the both of you to adorn, she'll make a romantic dinner and after it she'll hand you the box smilling wide and proud she got her muse something so precious and beautiful just like you..well the jewle almost matches your beauty but your prettier

-the two of you definitely have fashion shows in your room that end up becoming karaoke and just jumping up and down singing your heart out and dancing to a slow romantic holding you close and giving you neck kisses that make you giggle in delight.

-sometimes you'll turn into a fox and lay on her lap just for the fun of it and she pets you while she sketches in her sketch book with a content smile.

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That's all I got for now, thanks for the request I made this rather quickly is surprised with myself (^v^)

And I genuinely don't know if this is the right way to do headcanon. Sorry if it's not correct.

[cheezbites]

Chris McLean As Your Ex Pt.2

Part One

✎: My first time writing smut... I’m a proud smut-writing-virgin!!😭🙏

♡Summary: Chris being a man-whore, and Y/N meets the campers. (Ex!Chris x f!reader)

WARNINGS: Language, smut, minors skedaddle!!!, overstimulation. (???)

➽Tag List: (Thank y’all for the sweet comments, they motivated me a lot through this whole thing!!!) @11aplacesange11 @prayersgems @marsyay78 @blobthejellyfish @lemonsarentlemons

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The silence that filled the air wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, despite the enigmatic history between you and Chris.

“Care to grab me a towel?” you asked with a sense of sarcasm visible in your tone. When you looked at Chris he was already staring. But not in a sexual way - (despite your soaked pyjamas being translucent and exposing your bare figure). And not in a spiteful way, either.

He didn’t answer for a while, as if he was possessed by you.

“Oh, I uh- yeah,” he walked out of the room in hopes of finding Chef to fetch a spare towel for you. As you stood up from the bathtub, water trickled down your frigid body. You dried your hair by squeezing it tightly in your grasp and twisting it.

This whole situation was absurd, hosting with your ex, having a panic attack and the rumours online. Most importantly; you got your cutest pyjamas soaked, bummer.

You plopped yourself up on the counter and aimlessly kicked your feet - when he re-entered the room, his demeanour was distant this time around.

“Chef’s not here, he’s making the campers breakfast.”

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“Here,” he murmured, handing you a fresh towel, but not even making eye contact with you in the process.

“Thanks,” you said, drying yourself off. You then realised the way he was fleeing from even momentarily sparing you a glance. It all began to make sense now, you were technically naked.

“It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before.” You chuckled, mildly nestling his face and turning it so he could look at you.

“I shouldn't be here…”

“Why, do I make you nervous?” You swiftly and delicately dried your hair, completely unaware of the effect your question had on him. You made him more than nervous, you made Chris McLean a total wreck. He felt uneasy and apprehensive at the mention of your name, or just by thinking about you. But seeing you in real life, living and breathing and all - it took every cell in his body to not fumble his words and tremble uncontrollably.

His palms began to sweat and he ran a hand through this dark, messy hair. Amidst searching for the perfect answer that would best resonate his cocky know-it-all personality.

“Let me tell tell you something, Chris.”

“Uh- sure thing.”

“You know…” you settled your towel on the counter, giving him your full attention.

“The fans think my show’s latest episodes are being faked now, y’know, the fights and all. They think that so I can hype up my expected appearance for TDI.”

“Yeah, I understand.” he placed his hands next to your thighs, on the edge of the countertop where you were sat. “It’s stupid, but they will come to their senses. I promise. You’d never stage your content, they would know.”

Whilst he had you pinned between his arms, something else was holding you down: the way he was looking at you. His eyes, which were once a source of irritation, now radiated an infatuation that left you breathless. It was as if he was seeing you for the first time, your heartbeat accelerated when you realized that maybe, just maybe, the flame of your old love still flickered, waiting to be reignited.

“Stop…” you muttered, still unable to take your eyes off of him.

“What?”

“You know what you’re doing, Chris.”

“Hm?” he cocked his head to the side in the slightest.

…


“Shut up and kiss me,” you leaned in without a second thought - you saw this coming from a mile away. The way he was there for you only once and gave you one ‘look’, then you’re already whipped.

“Don’t you hate me?” he questioned in the midst of kissing you.

“I know.”

He carried you to your bedroom, causing your arms to wrap around his neck for leisure. As you straddled him on your bed whilst his hands were placed on your hips. You gave him tender hickeys on his neck, and he lowly grunted in response to the pleasuring sensation whilst he stroked your hair.

“Make sure to cover them before filming.”

You tugged your pyjama shorts and underwear off then reflexively grinded on his boner. As your body arched into his lap, his hands were around your hips closely pulling you in. You were already so unbelievably wet for him, fortunately it could be disguised as remaining water from the bathtub.

“Please Y/N… ‘need to feel you,”

“You don’t deserve me yet, Chris.”

“Please, baby- please...” You couldn’t help feeling bad seeing him like this, being so desperate and needy from how pussy deprived he was. You had him begging for you - to be fair, you were getting a rise out of this. He was so hard it began hurting him.

A beam of thrill and gratification was visible in his eyes when you unbuckled his belt and pulled his boxers down, his dick practically sprung into the air and precum was trickling down his tip. You sank onto his cock and adjusted to the mild pain by rocking your hips back and forth.

As you rode him, low grunts and whimpers flew past his lips. He moderately bucked up his hips so you could take more of him.

“Fuck,” he erratically babbled obscenities and curses under his breath as he softly fondled your curls.

“Chris, ‘m close,” you grunted, digging your nails into his shirt. He used his hands to guide and support you as your legs progressively gave out. Without warning, his slick filled you to the brim and spewed extensively. It covered your abdomen, top and bed sheets.

After a few more thrusts, your world flashed before your eyes. Your cum pooled around his inner thigh, you felt your heartbeat pleasurably throbbing in your clit and your breathing was hot and heavy. But he wasn’t done with you yet, he wanted to make a mess out of you. His favourite part about the aftermath of fucking the sense out of you was the way you looked.

Your hair would be messy, partly obscuring your face, while streaks of mascara smudged your puffy eyelids, and you’d have slightly bloodshot teary eyes. Which is what you currently look like.

He cautiously repositioned you to the centre of the bed and manhandled you into doggy-style position. Upon feeling lightheaded, you were willing to be obedient. Your back was arched and your ass was in the air for him, you used your trembling arms to support your upper body.

His already soaked penis slid up and down your throbbing cunt - teasingly rubbing circles onto your clit. He repeated this motion a few more times, and without warning he thrusts into you, inciting a startled whine to escape your lips.

He shoved his dick deeper and deeper inside of you with every thrust. One of your hands was covering your mouth in an attempt to silence your audible moans and the other was digging your nails into the bedsheets for dear life.

“Ch-Chris, ‘can’t take...it,” you sobbed, unobtainably moving your other hand from your mouth to the bed. Sinking your nails into the soft fabric.

“You’re taking me so well, baby…”

His randy words triggered you to clench around his cock, eliciting a groan from him.

Your eyes twitched and rolled back from the overstimulation, When you think he’s about to stop he keeps going; yet more passionately and intensified.

He mercilessly rammed his dick into you and clutched onto your hips so he could manoeuvre you freely and ensure you don't fall.

A stream of tears ran down your eye, you couldn't take the constant pounding. You couldn't do anything else but brainlessly sputter whatever came to mind. Fortunately, no one else was there. If they had been, all they would have heard were your muffled cries, moans and whines.

“Please,” you pleaded through tearful eyes and a quivering voice, unsure what you were begging for. As you clasped onto the cum stained cloth below you.

“Ngh- Ch—..ris!”

He applied pressure onto your clit and rubbed continuous circles with his thumb, your knees felt wobbly - akin to a jelly consistency, and your arms went numb and they gave in, granting Chris easy access as your arch had increased tenfold.

“Baby, baby… ’m close,” you blurted, burying your head into your pillow.

The speed of the pounding leisurely died down,“Fuck,” Chris groaned as he released his load into you, heavily breathing and briefly staying put before pulling out.

Soon you followed, It felt like an otherworldly experience coming twice in such a short span of time. Your entire body felt excruciatingly numb, but at the same time; the sensation was vaguely rewarding.

You collapsed onto your bed face-flat, still drowsily breathing. Chris tugged your hair so he could look at your face and everything was unkept: from your messy hair to your tearful eyes. Just what he liked. He buckled up his jeans and abruptly left the room.

He fetched an oversized t-shirt and dressed you in it. As well as a soft and comfortable blanket for both of you. Draping it over your body, you couldn't help but smile as you snuggled up next to him on, the warmth of the blanket enveloping you both.

With an officious yet endearing tone, Chris asked, "Do you need anything else, love? Water, a snack, a pillow... anything?"

You held his hand that was placed on your waist, feeling content. "I'm okay, Chris. Just having you here is enough."

He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. "Alright, if you change your mind, just let me know."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the comfort of the moment, knowing that even in the midst of your arguments and conflicts, there were these precious, sweet moments that made you appreciate each other's company.

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“Up close she looks even better… she’s so pulchritudinous.”

“Shut the fuck up, Harold. Nobody even knows what that means!”

“OMG, that's the girl on that one show that goes like, “Getting up close and personal with the icons!” and she's like suuuper famous!”

“How did Chris bag Y/N L/N? He’s a 4 on a good day.”

“Campers, settle down!!!” Chef yelled, silencing their overlapping chatter.

You warmly smiled at the campers, standing next to Chris on his podium. They were all situated around logs surrounding a toasty campfire. A majority of them were too busy ogling you in shock and astonishment, the rest were still in denial.

“Hello campers!” you greeted, a striking confidence was distinguishable in your voice.

“As most of you know already, my name is Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you guys! I‘ve noticed some of you are big fans of my show, ‘Icons Unveiled’. Or you may know me from hosting previously, but for the next few weeks, I will be hosting Total Drama Island along with the great, famous Chris McLean!”

As you gave your speech, you had an unquestionable authority. They all patiently waited for you to finish speaking before they interjected with their own comments, you were humble at the same time. Two of the campers even broke down crying, one was a tall blonde with blue eyes and brown thigh-high heels, the other being a short brunette with pink leggings and a green shirt garnished with scouting badges.

“Is this a dream? Someone pinch me.”

“Okay, I hate Chris so much but her being here makes this SO much more better.”

“I can't breathe right now I’m about to die I think?! I’m starting to hear colours.”

Through all the ear-splitting reactions, a malicious set of eyes was set on you. Relentlessly shooting envious looks in your direction - a scrutiny that hoped looks could kill, and wishing you dead from simply glaring at you.

“That’s a really fun idea.” A silvery voice interjected, scowling her face at both you and Chris. You raised an eyebrow, bewildered at the sudden hostility.

“You’re going to be an outstanding hostess, right? Cue the applause, everybody.” The redundant remarks made everyone’s head turn to gape at her. She had straight blonde hair and striking blue eyes, she folded her arms over her tight red dress and crossed her legs, highlighting her crimson heels.

“Blainley, cut it out.” Chris enunciated, impatience lacing his words.

“I’m glad you can even remember my fucking name, so what? You just abandon as this season’s hostess for Y/N?! Fucking Y/N L/N? What does she have that I don't?”

“Uh, hope I'm not interrupting. But who is Bethany? I was never informed about a Betahny hosting, too…” You purposely fumbled her name to further enrage her and see how far you could escalate this situation, just for the hell of it.

“Is it 'cause she’s prettier, more famous? Or is she a better fuck than me?!”

The campers froze with their jaws resembling an ‘O’ shape, and then they raucously chattered about what was unfolding, but her final comment ticked you off. Who does this bitch think she is? You could tell she had no shame publicly announcing her ‘sex life’ on national TV and causing an unnecessary one-sided fight. But you ensured you would have fun toying with and antagonizing her.

“I never will or have fucked you, you’re mentally ill. Just sit down and behave. You’re a con-tes-tant now, know your lane.” Chris retorted curtly, agitatedly drumming his fingers on the podium’s surface.

“Go to hell, Chris. And you,” she aggressively pointed an accusing finger in your direction.

“You can join him in hell, slut.” she stormed off from the campfire, flipping the cameras off. She left everyone else feeling shocked, alarmed and astounded by the scene she put up.

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A/N: This part was kinda short, MY DEAREST APOLOGIES FR. I wanted to do a double chapter but this was marinating in my drafts for too long, and I could NAWT decide what to do for part 3. So as soon as I do I’ll get to writing it ASAP😔🤞. Next part will be a juicy double chapter I promise

[morgan-va]

Hello! I don’t know if you’re taking any more requests, but I really love how you write Rocky! Could you please write him having a Disney Princess coded s/o? Like, S/O is very kind, friends with animals, and likes singing. HOWEVER, S/O is very shy and sort of self-conscious about their voice. Idk maybe a scenario with Rocky helping them come out of their shell more? If not, I hope you have a good day! 💫

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Rocky x Disney-Coded Reader Headcanons

Rocky is absolutely smitten with your Disney-like charm. (Disney definitely existed in 1927, totally) He’s immediately captivated by your kindness, gentle demeanor, and the way you seem to have a magical connection with the world around you.

You’ve become somewhat of a local enigma to the Lackadaisy gang. Rocky is always raving about how you “befriended a family of squirrels” or how a bird landed on your paw like something out of a fairy tale. Everyone assumes he’s exaggerating—until they see it happen.

While Rocky thrives in chaos and noise, he adores the quiet moments he shares with you. Whether it’s a walk through the woods or simply watching you hum while you tend to a garden, he’s endlessly fascinated by how serene you make everything feel.

Your singing voice is something he treasures deeply, but you’re shy about it, often downplaying how lovely it is. Rocky, of course, vehemently disagrees. “Your voice could tame the Mississippi itself!” he declares, waving his paws dramatically.

Whenever he hears you humming, Rocky can’t help but sidle up to you, theatrically dropping to one knee and begging for an encore. It’s playful, but his compliments are always genuine.

Your self-consciousness about your voice doesn’t deter him, it motivates him to help you see yourself the way he does. He loves spinning stories about how your voice must be magic, joking that if you sang in the woods, the trees themselves might start dancing.

He often tries to orchestrate situations where you might feel more comfortable singing, like a picnic with just the two of you, where he offers to play his violin so you can “accompany him.”

You’re initially hesitant, but Rocky’s unwavering enthusiasm starts to chip away at your self-consciousness. He makes it clear that there’s no judgment from him, only awe.

Lackadaisy was lively that evening, the smoky air buzzing with chatter and laughter as the speakeasy’s patrons reveled in the night. The stage stood proudly in the corner, a spotlight casting a warm glow over it, where Zib’s band played their usual set. But tonight, there was something different in the air—an extra energy that seemed to radiate from none other than Rocky Rickaby himself.

You sat at a table near the back, nursing a small drink and trying to ignore the way your paws fidgeted in your lap. Rocky had been oddly insistent that you come to the speakeasy tonight, his eyes gleaming with a plan he refused to explain. You knew better than to trust that glint, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to say no to him—not when he gave you that grin.

“Alright, folks!” Rocky’s voice rang out from the stage, amplified by the scratchy old microphone. He tipped his hat dramatically, his tail swishing with excitement. “Tonight, we have a very special treat for you! A duet, straight from the heavens themselves! A harmonious pairing of violin and voice that will tame even the wildest of hearts!”

You froze. Your ears flattened against your head as a wave of dread washed over you. Surely, he wasn’t—

“And now, introducing the true star of the evening, the one, the only—” Rocky gestured grandly toward your table, “—my extraordinarily talented sweetheart!”

The room erupted in applause, and every pair of eyes turned to you. Your cheeks burned under the sudden attention, and you shook your head, mouthing a frantic no.

Rocky, undeterred as always, leapt down from the stage and bounded over to you, his paws clasped together, pleading. “Come now, my love,” he whispered, crouching beside your chair. “You can’t leave me hanging. The audience demands brilliance, and I simply cannot deliver it alone.”

“I can’t do this, Rocky,” you muttered, your voice barely audible over the noise of the room. “I’m not like you—I can’t just get up there and—”

He reached for your paw, his own unusually steady for someone so perpetually chaotic. “You can. And you will. Because I know how beautiful you are when you sing. You don’t have to be perfect. Just be you.”

His sincerity caught you off guard, his blue eyes sparkling with something softer, more genuine than his usual theatrics. Before you could protest further, he gave you one last pleading look, tail flicking hopefully.

With a shaky breath, you nodded. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”

“Eternally,” he promised, helping you up and guiding you toward the stage.

The spotlight felt blinding as you stepped onto the small platform, your tail curling nervously around your leg. Rocky, ever the showman, stood beside you, his violin at the ready.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, addressing the crowd with a flourish. “Prepare to have your hearts stolen by the most enchanting voice this side of the Mississippi!”

As the applause faded, he leaned close to you, his voice low and reassuring. “Just follow my lead. Pretend it’s just us, like always.”

The first notes of his violin filled the air, a soft melody that wrapped around you like a warm embrace. You closed your eyes, letting the music guide you, and before you knew it, your voice joined his tune.

The room seemed to fade away as you sang, your initial tremors of nervousness replaced by a growing confidence. Rocky’s violin danced alongside your melody, his smile widening with every note you hit. He was grinning like a fool, his tail swishing wildly behind him, but he never missed a beat.

By the time you finished, the room erupted into cheers and applause, the sound almost deafening. Your heart pounded in your chest as you glanced at Rocky, who looked at you like you’d just hung the moon.

“See?” he said, his voice barely audible over the noise. “Told you you’d be amazing.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, your earlier embarrassment melting into something warm and unfamiliar. Maybe, just maybe, he’d been right all along.

[redrobin-detective]

Simon and Marcy's relationship through the years

So I finally watched the Stakes miniseries in Adventure Time and I think like I finally understand Marceline and her motivations better, especially regarding Simon.

So seeing the stuff with Marcy's mom from Stakes I think it's pretty clear why she sent Marcy away in the first place.

She didn't want Marcy to see her die. It could be any general post-apocalyptic illness I suppose but with a mutagenic bomb I'm gonna assume it's some sort of radiation poisoning. Marcy is little here, between 5-7 so I don't think she processed why her Mom 'abandoned' her, only the hurt left behind. We see she hadn't really accepted/understood until Distant Land's Obsidian.

So that fear of abandonment translates over to Simon who, also, is forced to leave 'for her safety'. So, objectively, it's about the crown, how he's slowly losing himself and could potentially hurt her. I had asked, right from the start of my AT watch 'why does he keep putting the crown on?' We see in Simon & Marcy, its as a deterrent against the dangers of a post-war world. But Marcy was important to him, surely he could find some other way, I mean look at this

This is not a man eager to leave behind the child in his care. So why did he?

And after watching Marcy's mom succumb to radiation poisoning it hit me. Simon left Marcy for the same reason her mom did: to spare her the pain of watching a parent die. Here are the lyrics from I Remember You

"This magic keeps me alive / but it's making me crazy"

The crown was keeping him alive through the apocalypse, if it wasn't poisoning from the bomb it might have been something else. Marcy, being half demon, was protected but Simon was totally human without the crown's protection. Simon realized he had no choice but to leave her: by dying as a human like her mother or lost to madness of the crown. So he left, to ensure she didn't have to see either one. It was probably the hardest decision he ever made and he felt guilty enough to write Marcy a note. He wrote it on the back of a picture of Marcy so she'd see it but she didn't get to read it until almost a millennia later. But for a thousand years, Marcy harbored resentment towards Simon and later Ice King.

Marcy stated she originally became a vampire hunter to protect the remaining humans, thinking it was an extension of protecting her one time protector. She grieved his loss in her life greatly which turned into bitterness and frustration. Marceline was seemingly abandoned by two close parental figures in her early childhood which -coupled with vampirism and living unchanging for centuries- turned her into apathetic, isolated punk rocker we meet at the start of the series.

We don't know when Marcy and Ice King formally met but we know they didn't have much interaction in the main Adventure Time series until I Remember You. If I were to guess, Marcy probably tried to get through to Simon briefly before giving up and then avoiding him. She probably assumed he left her for the power of the crown, her own hurt clouding the memories of Simon's actions and his words to her.

We know Simon reached out to her multiple times, tracking her down and spending time with her without really knowing why. Marcy, it seemed, did her level best to just avoid him. Until she finds the note Simon left for her.

It doesn't explain everything but it's enough for Marcy to understand the important bits: that Simon did not leave her willingly, that he loved her and seeking forgiveness for his future actions as the Ice King. After this episode, we see Marcy hanging out with Ice King of her own volition and, to the best of my knowledge, she only refers to him as "Simon" from now on.

It's a big step for her, who has clung to this hurt and anger for a long, long time. To look at a man who doesn't remember her and open her heart just a crack to let him through again. I think the note from the past plus the singing in the present gave Marcy a way to bridge this crazy wizard to her old friend. One of my favorite details in the song is we hear Tom Kenny's distinctive dopey Ice King voice throughout it until we get to the last few harmonizing Da Da's. Maybe it's my imagination but the last few tones on his end are softer, more human, closer to the Simon of memory.

Its a reminder to Marcy and to us that Simon was still there.

TLDR: Marcy's mom sent her away so her daughter wouldn't watch her die and Simon chose to do the same since he would have died without the crown. Marcy hung onto this grief for years shaping it into her early AT self. I Remember You gave Marcy closure on assuring Simon's affections for her and why he left. It was also when she finally saw him for the first time in Ice King and began to allow him back into her life which led to him being freed. These two make me so emotional.