#unless you know it’s accidentally leaked oh no

[dr-shortsighted-owl]

Right, who’s running into the ABC studio and nicking the 75 min cut of 7x06 for the masses?

[trashogram]

He Chose You (Pt. 13)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E for Explicit.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End

“This is just a dream.” Your words came out in a tangled string, altogether as air being forced out of a balloon. You partially sagged as well, instinctively locked muscles loosening again after you’d realize there was another person next to you on the beach. 

She was beautiful, as always, with long silver-blonde hair  and violet eyes cut into a soft face. You froze for the briefest instant at the fact that her tall, Amazonian body was clothed, but dreams never followed the rules. 

With your arms out wide, you reached for the woman that had appeared beside you on the beach. “Right? Is it just a dream? L… like the ones before?”

You wanted it to be true. The swell of hope rose within you like the tide at your feet, but it was tainted by something that shook you and made your heart race.

The truth was like oil leaking through and into your bloodstream, sticking to your veins until it couldn’t be ignored any longer. Until it made you feel sick and trapped inside your own skin. 

“Right?”

The serene expression on Eve’s face gave way and rendered her heartache. She looked at you with violet eyes gone glassy for a long, long moment. 

Eve shook her head slowly. “No.”

—

The realm-traversing portal opened up amidst rolling clouds without much fanfare. Lucifer’s eyes snapped shut as he was accosted by piercing white light on all sides when he stepped out of it. 

“Ugh.” The blond blinked rapidly, trying in vain to adjust to the shift from dark red to blinding light. “It’s like crashing into the sun...” 

Heaven’s gates came into focus. 

“… while it’s going supernova.” Lucifer finished, muttering as he took a moment to shake out his sleeves. 

He stayed in place, readjusting his clothes while his wings folded back behind him. Heaven loomed on the horizon, only a short walk away. A fact that was eroding the King’s resolve with each passing moment.

Lucifer swallowed, straightening his bow tie. 

He wanted to turn back. 

It had been many millennia since he’d stepped foot anywhere near what was once his home; and in spite of the time and the distance, Lucifer could feel dread creeping up on him. The memory of being pushed and plummeting down, down, down into fire and brimstone came to him as if it had happened yesterday. 

Lucifer glanced down, anticipating the rise of molten rock and plumes of smoke as he headed straight into the Earth’s core. 

He was still standing, hands shaking so hard that his apple cane was tapping against the slow yet merrily rolling clouds. 

      The former angel closed his eyes again, inhaling deeply to steel himself. 

This was for you. He needed to know that you were exactly where you were supposed to be. 

This was for you. 

He’d do anything for you. 

Another breath. Lucifer stepped out from behind the clouds and onto the golden path that led to you. Just a few feet away and the blond tried to keep his eyes level with the gate itself, purposefully avoiding the all-knowing symbol above. 

A very bored-looking angel was flicking through the pages of what Lucifer assumed to be a reservation list. He couldn’t quite put a name to the face, as unless St. Peter had dyed his hair and grown a good deal of scruff on his chin, this was someone totally new to the gig. 

      Lucifer grimaced, wondering if this was a boon or not. 

“Excuse me!” Lucifer called up. 

“Ah!” The angel squawked. “Oh! Shi-I mean—!”

He fumbled with the book, accidentally crumpling a page mid-flick. Lucifer waited, tapping his foot nervously while the gatekeeper pulled himself together. 

       Finally, he smacked both hands against the book, using it as leverage to lean over and get a better look at the new arrival. 

“My apologies! Welcome to He-H…” Pupils shrunk to mere pinpricks within the angel’s eyes upon catching sight of the newest ‘arrival’. 

‘Oh fuck, okay.’ Lucifer lamented, posture sinking as he readied himself for a shitstorm. 

       His wings stretched out once more, and Lucifer glided up as stealthily as possible. The angel reeled back upon his approach, horror-struck, while the blond met him face-to-face.

“Yes! Hello there Mmmm—”” Lucifer squinted at the name tag pinned to the angel’s chest. “Matthias! Wonderful to meet you! Unless we’ve met before, in which case I apologize! It’s been quite a while since I’ve been up rather than down. Heh.”

Matthias continued to stare, jaw practically hanging off his face. “Y-you—you’re-!”

Lucifer’s smile waned like a melting candle. He drummed his fingers against the table top and cleared his throat. 

“Right.” Lucifer continued. “So, anyway, I’m here just to say ‘hi’ to a very special someone, and I would be eternally grateful if you could help me out with that.” 

He waited a full minute, watching Matthias shake like a leaf. It left Lucifer torn between irritation and anxiety. 

“Look, I’m not here to make waves.” He tried again. “I’ve done that enough for an immortal lifetime! And you know that, clearly.”

He chuckled, pulling at his collar. “I’m not asking for much. If anything, I’m actually doing my due diligence as far as Heaven is concerned and what’s that you got there? Is that a flip phone? Didn’t know they made those anymore. Who’re you dialin-”

“PETER!” Matthias screeched into the dated device. Lucifer’s whole body flinched at the sheer volume. 

“Wait, no, no, no!” Lucifer panicked, arms flapping to regain Matthias’s attention. 

Matthias continued to rear back until he’d fallen off the podium, and he barely managed to remember his own wings before hitting the ground. 

“Peter!” He cried. “Come back! We have a situation here!”

“No we don’t!” Lucifer tried to butt in. “He’s being ridiculous Peter. Don’t listen to him!”

“You need to get back here now! No, now!” Matthias snapped the phone shut and kept aloft a good distance from the King of Hell. 

He then made the sign of the cross, of all things. 

“Stay back!” The angel yelped. “I’m warning you I-I-I’ve been abstinent for over a hundred years and it didn’t break me! Neither will you, foul Tempter!” 

Lucifer stopped, lips peeling back as if he’d just sucked a lemon. 

“Okay, I didn’t need to know that.” Lucifer said, floating closer. “Look, maybe you didn’t get what I was saying, I’m just—”

“I said stay back!” 

Lucifer groaned, running a hand down his face. “Fuck me for thinking Heaven learned to listen.”

—

You felt lighter as you made your way back into the cityscape of Heaven, although your heart was truly aching. 

     There was no use in staying hidden in the trees, but as you crossed back into the modernized version of paradise, you vowed to return. Unless Eve herself decided to make another reappearance and join the rest of her angelic peers. 

Speaking of which…

Wandering had led you back to the center of the town, and you noticed that it lacked an angel or two… hundred. 

“Where is everyone?” You asked the empty air. Not a soul stirred at your inquiry, but you stared at the cafe on your left. 

     The majority of cafe tables hadn’t been bussed. You peered at the plates of half-eaten pastries and teacups, noting that more than one was still full and steaming. 

“There you are!”

 The unmistakable voice of Emily put a stopper in your confusion. “Where have you been? I was so worried!”

The holy woman hovered before you, unable to stay still as her wings beat against the air frantically. You frowned.

“Hey Emily.” You responded slowly, your brain still picking up the inconsistencies. “Do you know where everyone is?”

The angel shook her head, staggering you as she instantly took your arm and plucked you from the ground like a flower. 

“Woah! Hold on, wait a second!” You choked on your own saliva in surprise. You struggled to pry her delicate hands off of you as you were dragged through the air. “Emily! What’re you doing?”

“You have to come quickly!” Emily exclaimed. 

“Let me go!” You demanded.

You gawked when she just sped up. Emily raced through the empty town center with you dangling behind her, until she had taken you out into the open air. The gate into Heaven rose above all else as you fast approached it. 

—

A crowd had amassed from the city pavilion to stand and watch, aghast at the scene before them. Some cowered in their places while others edged closer to whatever was happening on the other side of the gate. 

     People were still floating in as Emily rocketed toward the front. You had no choice but to follow her lead, windswept hair falling in your eyes and mouth. You spat as you were planted on solid foundation again, and jostled forward by a no less overwrought Emily. 

You parted your hair like curtains, expression already screwed up and twisted in anger. You looked up and over your shoulder at the angel nervously chewing on her lower lip. 

“Excuse my language but what the hell is going on?” You bit out. Ugh, hair still caught on your tongue. 

Emily didn’t deign to give you any answers beyond a hand raised, finger pointing ahead. Her gesture made you scoff, though you let your curiosity get the better of you. 

      The last thing you expected to see was a squad of angels in pastel blues and whites, brandishing technological spears at Lucifer fucking Morningstar. 

“Please, everyone, there’s absolutely no need for any of this!” Lucifer’s tone was an odd mix of disarming and pacifying. 

He was bowed over, arms held out in a bid for calm. It was only met with more hostility, as several of the spears pointed at him sizzled with visible electricity. 

“Spare us your lies, Serpent. And be gone.” One of the aggressors spoke, sporting a remarkably deep voice despite his youthful appearance. A chorus sounded behind the creature, shouts of ‘be gone’ and ‘back to hell’ resounding until the pounding of your heart drowned it all out. 

Your breath came up fast and shallow, the capacity to rationalize long gone at the sight of the Devil.         

     You’d just accepted the loss of him, had exposed the wound he had left behind in your soul to the open air and grieved the lesson it taught you. Death had parted you both and you had been preparing to accept it, no alternative left to contemplate. 

“Lou...”

Mouth open, you tried to formulate your thoughts into words. You were coming up short, voice cracking and striped like a dying animal. 

“Lucifer.” 

You went ramrod straight, electricity enveloping your sight. He staggered.

“LUCIFER!” 

Pain lanced through him, but Lucifer only had eyes for you. You, calling his name and racing forward to grapple with the bars of Heaven’s gate. You, beautiful and glowing and real again. 

The King stood up, gripping the spear that had made contact with him only moment’s ago and throwing it off. Gabriel fell to the wayside like a swatted fly, his squad of soldiers swarming around to try and right him. 

They might as well have ceased to exist as Lucifer moved toward you. Heaven ceased to exist altogether, as soon he was close enough to take your outstretched hands. 

“You’re here.” 

***

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[chuuya4040]

Imagine if Chuuya and Dazai in the PM days had accidentally gotten themselves on wanted posters that were plastered across for all of Yokohama to see.

Wanted posters weren’t unnecessarily uncommon within the Port Mafia. Usually it was low level grunts, who had the misfortune of having an unflattering photo of themselves plastered across the city, all for the citizens to walk past and be wary of. However, it was of utmost importance that high level mafia personnels remain anonymous to ensure that they never get recognised by the public.

“I think they really captured your angry, chibi face and ugly red hair well, don’t you think?”

However, two teenage boys happened to break this rule.

“Hah?! That looks nothing like me or my hair, it looks like some sewer rat!”

“Exactly my point, it is accurate!”

Two teenage boys who happened to also be the most dangerous duo in the underworld.

“Fuck off! Yours looks like you don’t have basic hygiene and haven’t even showered in days– oh wait, that’s actually true!”

“Hmph, I’d say the rough look they’ve given me gives me charm.”

“Yeah, a charm that says stay ten feet away from this man unless you want to catch a disease.”

Both boys yell at each other on a busy street in the city, screaming obscenities and accusations of their appearance to one another only growing louder and louder by the minute.

Each of them had been horrified by their own posters when they stumbled upon them on their way back from a mission. Whoever the artist was, clearly did not have a good eye for this profession.

Chuuya rips the poster off the wall, nearly ripping it in half in the process. “That looks nothing like me, just watch” he declares and approaches the first person he sees.

“Excuse me,” the redhead stops an elderly lady, a sweet faux smile on his face, “my.. friend thinks this looks like me, would you agree?”

The older woman blinks for a few moments, dazed by the random interaction and narrows her eyes at the poster before shaking her head “Oh, no you look nothing like that person!”

Chuuya looks at Dazai with a victorious smirk, his mind already forming of how he can make the bandaged bastard suffer.

He claimed his victory too quickly it seemed.

She continues with a small chuckle, “you’re just a sweet little thing aren't you?” The elderly woman coos, “you could possibly never look that menacing!” She fondly says, pinching his cheeks.

An uncontrollable giggle bursts out behind him, the gross (heavenly) noise reverberating in Chuuya’s brain and a constant reminder of his humiliation. His cheeks grew warm and red as his own hair, and in that moment with the woman's innocent smile and his partner's evergrowing giggle, he wished the earth would swallow him whole.

“And what about me?~” Dazai muses, a splitting grin on his face, a face that knows he has won.

The woman steps closer to investigate the poster, her eyebrows narrowing in question before they rise on her forehead and she turns pale. “Oh.. oh yes that does look like you. How strange..”

Dazai’s mouth hangs open in bewilderment, and a hearty, uncontrollable laugh bounces off the walls of the city.

Hushed tears blur the redhead's vision as he watches the elderly woman apologize and swiftly make her exit at the realization of who they are.

“Y-you.. You must be mistaken! Please, I definitely look more handsome than this, just look at me!” Dazai yells out after her, despair and horror clinging onto his voice as he watches her disappear into the busy crowd.

The brunet rounds on his partner, irritation leaking in his single eye when he yells, “what are you laughing at?! You are so small she thought you were a child!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Chuuya yells, annoyance dancing through his veins before he huffs in resignation. He begins walking towards headquarters, leaving before a dazed partner before blurting, “don’t sweat it, yeah? You look good half the time anyways.” Checkmate, Chuuya thought.

“Chuu–.. Chuuya, Chuuya! What do you mean by that? Is the slug finally admitting his undying love for me?!”

“Shut. Up!”

If years later they now have those exact wanted posters in a small frame in their shared apartment, that is no one’s business to know except their own.

[magma-frog0]

please can i get kirishima hcs? and can they be smutty? 🥴🥴🥴? idc what you do with it just anything spicy lol. its ok if you feel uncomfy with this you dont have to write it ily bestie 😍😍😍

ABSOLUTELY! I literally love Kirishima! I feel totally comfortable doing smut! Please ask for more!

Kirishima has a lot of energy, he can got 3 rounds with out getting tired. And he will make you take each round. Oh- and they’re not short, each round is about 20-25 minutes, times that by three and well… you do the math (cus I don’t fucking want to💀)

Lowkey has a oral fixation kink- like bro need to have something in his mouth while having sex, like he’ll bite you or suck your fingers. He just needs something in his mouth.

He eats you out like its his last meal. He absolutely devours you, he makes sure he tastes every last bit of you. He knows all of your good spots and will overstimulate the fuck out of you. He loves when you cum in his mouth, he loves when you buck your hips to him as you cum on his face. It’s such a turn on for him

If you’re able to Dom him (which is extremely difficult btw) he will be super bratty and whiny. Like he will not shut up unless you make him (Choking him, ball Gags, stuffing your fingers in his mouth) anything that will keep him quite. It makes his eyes roll to the back of his head when you shut him up he loves it.

He will try anything, like he is willing to try any new position or kink you want. If he doesn’t like it he will address his concerns with you but if he does like it, it will be used almost every time you have sex.

He breeds big time, he will cum in you every time. Filling you to the brim and more, he makes sure cum is spilling out off you by the end of it.

He takes pictures of you if you’re passed out with cum leaking out of you. He just loves your fucked expression and how you look after he’s done with you. He beats off to those pictures when you’re not with him.

He likes when you leave marks on him (bite marks, hickeys, scratches) he likes looking at them and thinking of you. It makes him feel better when you’re not around.

He has broken your head board so many times- he grips it so hard while fucking you that it breaks in his hands.

Sometimes if he really gets into it and he grips the sheets, he will accidentally activate his quirk and tear your sheets while fucking you.

His favorite position is missionary because he can watch you struggle while he stuffs his cock inside you.

He likes to leave hickeys and bruises on you because he sees at as ‘marking his territory’ so if anyone else sees the marks. They already know you belong to someone else.

If he knots in you it takes him like ten minutes before he can pull it out.

[heliosthegriffin]

Shadow Knight, and the Magical Girls IV

Chapter Four

Jaune was naked he realized. He also didn't know where he was. Only that he had a very thin sheet covering his remaining decency. This was not a first, however.

Waking up in a unknown location that is. He had made a habit of not dying, and that happened to lead him to going around in a fugue of blood-lost a lot times, collapsing, waking up, and getting back to it.

Waking up in somebody's house? That was new. Nobody had brought him home before.

He paused.

Phrasing.

Nobody had taken his unconscious body into they're house, and stripped him naked before.

He paused.

Phrasing.

He was not making this sound better.

Alright, he got it, nobody had stitched him up this good before, he hardly even noticed them, it was nice.

Still, he looked around for his clothes.

And, more importantly, his gear. He couldn't get back out there empty handed, he had tried that before, and it did not work well.

Getting off the table, he wore the sheet like a robe, not that it covered much, in fact, he felt more indecent wearing the sheer material over his body than if he were to walk around naked.

Standing up, he did check up and once over, finding a mirror against the wall, examining his status.

Well, he wasn't going to win Mr. Vale this year, it seems. Or any year, but at least his face was mostly untouched, other than a couple bruises from the explosion.

Explosion? Oh, yeah. That did happen, wow, that was crazy. How did that happen, was it a gas leak or...

Those Girls, with they're powers? Those Magical Girls. Why did they blow up a freaking street?

Were they insane?

Jaune thought about that, and nodded.

So, beside Shadow-Monsters that live underground, there were also super-powered crazy girls flying around at night.

He felt he could safely rule out this being a Government experiment now, and felt he could safely move to alien invasion next.

And, if this is an alien invasion, they're doing a terrible job.

Just release a dna-altering virus and be done with it.

Maybe, just maybe, just because Aliens discovered FTL travel didn't make them anymore intelligent than them, it could easily be like a dog falling into the drivers seat and accidentally starting the car.

Jaune shook his shaggy hair, enough musing, he decided. He needed to leave, he had no idea how long he was out for, but he needed to get back out there, the longer he waited, the more people would suffer.

"Holy-, Amber! He actually woke up! We didn't kill him!" A voice spoke then paused, and Jaune felt himself being looked at. "Oh! Also, he's gorgeous when he's not bleeding out!" A unfamiliar voice-, no wait, he heard it briefly earlier, spoke from behind him.

Turning around, he saw her, a woman of average height and build, coming out of the bathroom. Her hair short and close-cropped, with a brown-black hair, and large, pale blue eyes who looked at him curiously.

She dressed loosely, wearing blue hot-pants, and a white tank-top, revealing she had a sleeve of tattoos on either arms. She smiled at him, and Jaune felt a sense of danger from her, as he took her measure, noticing while she was average height and build, she was tightly muscled and lean.

Like a fighter.

"Hey, ease up, tiger." She called out nonchalantly. "I don't bite, not unless you ask nicely." She teased him.

Jaune took a step back, whole body tensing up, he did not like this. He was at the disadvantage here.

"Who are you?" Jaune asked bluntly, feeling the world narrow on to her, studying her like a frog on the lab table, looking at her stance, breathing rate, eye dilation, and a hundred other little things that might suggest that she was dangerous.

"Gee," She blushed. "Don't go looking at me like your about to eat me up," She paused and looked away. "Vernal, Vernal Mayday." Something clicked in her head. "Wait, you're legal right? I mean you're built like a statue, but you look kind of young, oh shit, you're not. I've been coming onto a minor."

"I'm 17," Jaune admitted. "So, yeah. I'd appreciate it if you would stop."

"Yeah, I'll get back to you in like year, cool?" She said weakly. "Unless...?"

"No. Uh, no. Sorry. I kind of have a whole, wait, I don't need to explain myself." Jaune said half to Vernal, and half to himself. "So, how'd I get here, and where is my stuff."

Vernal opened her mouth to explain, but turned her head seeing something. "I'll let amber explain. So, sit down for a second, it won't kill you."

Jaune sighed, doing as he was told. "Could I have my pants back?"

Vernal gave a awkward smile. "Sorry, uh, we kind of cut them off of you to get you fixed up."

"Oh." Jaune said sadly. "Thanks. So, it was you that fixed me up?"

She nods, taking a seat across from him, holding a cup of coffee. "Amber and I, speaking of which-"

Jaune saw a door open, and a pretty brown-skinned girl make her way towards him in a way that he found reminiscent of his older sisters. "Thanks the Brothers!" Then she wrapped her arms around his neck. "We thought you weren't going to make it a couple times last night!"

Jaune hadn't been hugged in a long-time, not since he had started making it his life's work to fight against the Shadow Monsters. He had put up barriers between himself and everyone, family included.

It might have been selfish to isolate himself, but if he died out there, he didn't want anybody to be sad when it happens.

So, he felt very surprised to be hugged by a pretty girl he hardly knew.

He opted to pat her bat half-heartedly.

Then he looked at the clock. It was morning, if barely.

Well, the Shadow-Monsters would be retreating now anyway, so he didn't have anywhere to be yet.

Then she pulled back. "First off, thank you. Second off, what the hell was all that last night?!" She asked grabbing his shoulders.

"Yeah, Amb's was up in arms about giant scorpions or something, and then you show up, Mr. Knight. I've heard about you, uh, that's why I hit on you, I thought you were a bit older... Anyway, whats up with your one man-crusade." Vernal looked at him from behind her coffee.

Jaune gulped. Then he sighed. Then he looked them both in eyes one after the other.

"I'll do my best, but first, I need something to eat." His stomach backed his claim with a growl. "Second, I'd like some pants." Amber took a look down at his barely-covered body and blushed, backing away slowly. "Third and finally, I don't have all the answers myself, so if I miss something, it's not because I not telling you, it's because I don't know. So, are you sure you want to know? Something knowing the truth is scarier than knowing nothing at all."

Amber looked to Vernal, who looked back with a nod.

"I want to know."

"Same."

Jaune took in a breath, clearing his lungs. "Well, it started last year, in the my sophomore year of high-school,-

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Ruby waited in front of the school as the sun rose. She let out a yawn that wouldn't be out of place on a puppy, and stun-locked anybody who might have seen it out of cuteness.

She never got up this early! School didn't start till 9am, so most days she slept until 8:50 and then rushed to school! But, today was different, today was the first day of the rest of her life with Jaune!

Ruby blushed.

Phrasing.

As Best Friends Forever, that is, and totally wasn't waiting on him because, she didn't have his number, and wanted to ask him to be her bodyguard this afternoon, so she could pick up almost-illegal smut.

She definitely wasn't doing that.

"Morning, Ruby." Came a kind voice, that nearly made her jump out of her skin.

Coming up jogging next to her was her other BFF, Pyrrha, who glistened with a sheen of sweat, that drew attention showing off her toned, flat stomach, as she was currently in her jogging outfit, which consisted of a deep-red sports bra and athletic shorts.

Many boys, and girls, had dared waking up before school to catch a glimpse of her in the state, though none actually had the courage to go talk to her.

Nobody wanted to get on the bad side of the champion of Mistral Junior Historical Martial Tournament, 4 years running, and idol in her own right, Pyrrha Nikos.

Ruby clutched her chest. "You half-scared me to death!"

Pyrrha giggled. "I'm sorry. Anyway, what are you doing here so early? Did you forget something? School doesn't open for another hour, you know?"

Ruby's eye drifted away. "Uh, you know, just waiting to get some good ol' education! Can't wait for school!"

Pyrrha raised a eyebrow. "Is that so, Ruby? In that case, I can quiz you over yesterdays classes while we go on a short 10k jog."

Ruby paled. "I'm good!"

"So, what are you really here for?"

Ruby shyly looked at the ground. "Jaune."

"Really?" She looks around. "Where is he?"

"Not here."

"What time does he get here?"

"I don't know." Ruby pouted. "I don't even know where he lives! Nobody would tell me!"

"Who did you ask?"

"Yang, Weiss, Blake, Myself, CCT..."

"I'm sorry, I don't know either."

"Not that you could find that out just, by asking around," Came a strict voice that made both stand ram-rod straight. "The Arc's are notoriously private, and live on the edge of town." Ms. Goodwitch, the disciplinary of Beacon and Deputy Head-Mistress.

At least in public spheres, beyond that, she was also a master of supernatural art of Aura, and lead trainer for the current generation of the defenders of Light.

Also known as, Magical Girls.

"They're also know for being trigger happy, so don't go intruding on they're compound." The Head-Mistress added idly.

"You mean house, right?" Pyrrha asked weakly.

Ms. Goodwitch fixed her glasses. "No, no, I don't. Though," She looked at the two girls. "You two shouldn't worry about that." They're was a certain glimmer in her eyes.

"That said, why the interest in Mr. Arc, Miss Rose? Has he acted in a manner untoward to you? If you desire it, I could have him expelled by this afternoon."

"No! He's great!" Ruby said in a panic.

"Yes, he's been nothing, but a gentleman to her," Pyrrha added hastily.

"I merely was joking, Mr. Arc isn't a bad boy despite his image. It's good to know he's finally reconnecting to people, again. That said, you won't find him this early, he's made a bad habit of arriving just as the bell rings, the sheer about of tardys he should have would have gotten anyone else expelled, if not for the cowardice of the teachers at this academy. I wouldn't expect to see him at earliest for an hour or more."

Ruby dropped to her knees in sorrow. "That means," She pauses. "I got early for no reason!"

Ms. Goodwitch smiled at her, but there was certain evil to it that made Ruby shiver. "I wouldn't say that, in fact that means we have time to train away any," She pause with a grin. "Any flaws in your 'skills' miss Rose."

Pyrrha gave her a sympathetic smile.

"And, you too, of course Ms. Nikos." The teacher turned to her with a smile.

Pyrrha smiles falsely, shuttering internally.

"Though, I'd like to ask a favor, though. When you find Mr. Arc, direct him to me, I need to have a conversation with him."

"Really? About what?" Ruby asks.

"His grades, Ms. Rose. They have slipped well below Beacon's standards, and we need to address this, or he will have to leave the school." "What!? Oh man," She turned to Pyrrha. "What do we do, Pyrrha? We're going to lose our new BFF!"

Pyrrha kept up her fake smile. "It's fine Ruby, we can help him out, and soon enough, it won't be a problem." Though she was calm, Pyrrha also felt worry. Jaune was the first excitement she had felt in her civilian life in years, losing him would be terrible.

Ms. Goodwitch gave them a pleasant smile. "I am proud to see the camaraderie in between you two and your fellow students, hopefully this will be a good influence on your fellows." Then a faint purple glow surrounded the two girls, forcing them to walk forward. "Now, lets us get some training done with the time we have."

Internally Pyrrha and Ruby screamed.

----

At some point during his story, Jaune had acquire a fluffy pink bathrobe and some athletic shorts that one of Amber's previous boyfriends had forgotten.

He hadn't bothered to tie the robe shut, leaving his scarred and muscular chest out to the air, if one looked to the side, they could see stitches going up his sides and the angry red-pink flesh under it.

In front of him was a empty plate covered in grease stains, and another, and another. He was a monster, he had eaten everything in they're refrigerator over the course of his story, it was horrifying, and not a speck on him.

Still, Vernal had to admit, it was a attractive quality in a way, a strong body needed a lot of fuel, it just another way of showing strength. Still, he was buying them grocery's.

"Monsters are real. I go out at night and fight them, also they're some sort of gang of super-powered girls blowing up things. I have no idea why, and they're probably a conspiracy to prevent this knowledge from getting out, as no information exist on these things. The End." Jaune finished, summing up his tale.

"Wow, that's crazy." Vernal added.

"Yes. It's also true."

Amber was staring into her coffee. "So, huh, yeah. I don't really have a response for all that."

"Don't need one." Jaune drained a glass of water. "You have the knowledge now, it's up to you how your use it. You saw it with your own eyes, it's up to you to do ignore it, or seek it."

Jaune looked at the time. He was late for school. He shrugged, not like he actually accomplished anything there, maybe it was time to drop out? Not like he was going to graduate, much less, make it through the year.

It wouldn't hurt for him to skip a day, he had done so before after particularly bad hunts. But, he probably should get home, but how was he going to bring his tools back with him, his clothes were shredded?

Jaune sighed. He needed more caches.

"Alright, I'm in." Amber said suddenly.

"What?" Jaune said with all the warmth of the hadal zone. "Excuse me, but I wasn't making a recruitment pitch. I was just giving you answers, to make sure you're careful, not to come and help me."

Amber frowned. "I wasn't asking."

Vernal raised her mug. "Me too, then."

Jaune looked at them bewildered. "I tell you monsters are real, and your first response is, 'I'm in?' What's wrong with you, two?"

Vernal grinned. "Same thing as you, I suppose."

"You can't expect to tell people to do as I say, not as I do, can you?" Amber added. "Look, I'm not saying I want to go out and be a street-warrior like you, but you clearly need help, you're in over your head, and the fact you're alive is a miracle that only the Brothers could make happen."

Jaune had no response for that.

"I'm saying, we're going to help you from now, we can't have The Shadow Knight going around dying from blood lost, can we?" Amber continued.

"Fair point. Also, please don't tell anyone, I don't want to get locked up." Or break out of jail, Jaune thought.

"No problem, and I don't think most people are eager to find-out that they're vigilante hero is a teenager." Vernal added.

Jaune leaned back in his seat, and got up. "I guess, I should get going, I'll be back for my stuff later. I'll bring over some notes later, maybe you two can figure out something I haven't."

"What do you mean, leaving? You are need rest." Amber said firmly.

Jaune looked at the clock. "Un, I have school?" He lied about his intentions.

Amber handed him a slip of paper. "Now you don't, you have a doctor's note, now go sleep on that couch."

Jaune nodded meekly, and within minutes he was in a deep, dreamless sleep.

Vernal and Amber watched him sleep for a moment.

"So, we're helping him now?" Vernal ventured, not against the idea.

"Yep," Amber added. "I mean, think about it, Vern. We can't get clearer sign then this. For so long, we've tried to get out of the 'life', and now a bonafided hero drops in our laps, if that not a sign, I don't know what is." Amber bit her lip. "But, I do know, if we want to be better people, we gotta help him."

Vernal laughter. "A underground doctor for the Xiong family, and A ex Branwen tattoo artist want to be the good guys now? Well, sure why not?" She grinned ruefully. "If we want to wipe our sins away, I don't see a better shot."

"Yeah, me, neither."

In his sleep, Jaune stirred, briefly, as though internally accepting they're pledges of loyalty. Not that he wanted that responsibility, not in any number of years.

His life was stressful enough, the idea of being responsible beyond what he already did was way too draining.

----

Ruby stormed over to the table. "He skipped school!" Ruby bellowed at her pals, who took her storming over in the same way one did to a toddler fighting them with a foam sword.

With barely held back giggles. Ruby was far too ... Ruby to be make anyone shake in fear.

"Is that so?" Weiss said with faux-curiosity. "Well, guess we won't be seeing much more of him then. It's obvious that he doesn't take school seriously enough to be worth our time."

Yang leaned back, shirt stressing against her ample chest. "In other words you can't stand him standing us up?"

"That is not what I said!" Weiss huffed. "Why not ask that fool's friends?" She jerked a thumb toward a solitary table with two pretty girls sitting by themselves, with only one doing any talking.

But to be fair, she was doing enough talking for ten, and the other was doing enough listening for any 3 letter agency.

Ruby paused. "He has friends?" She then corrected. "Besides me, you guys that is. Jaune is. My BFF. Your guys too, so that makes them my BFFS too, and-"

"Ruby." Blake said politely. "Turn your mouth off before you burn your brain out."

Ow. "I resemble that remark." Ruby said glumly. "Anyway, how'd you know that he friends before me?" Ruby looked at Weiss with narrowed eyes of suspicion.

Weiss casually pulled out a stack of documents. "Please, the Schnees have eyes everywhere."

"Expect to ethics." Blake added.

Weiss growled. "Not now, Blake."

"Or your father to what your mother gets up to in her spare time."

"Last warning." Blue flames briefly shot from the pale heiress's eyes.

Blake smirked and went back to reading.

Weiss, though, took that as a victory, and went back to haughtily presenting information to Ruby.

"Weiss ..." Ruby said quietly. "I think it's cool if you have a crush on Jaune, but stalking him isn't the right way to go about it." She looked at Weiss with eyes full of pity.

"I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON JAUNE ARC!" Weiss bellowed, face red and breathing heavily.

"Classic tsundere." Blake said to Yang.

"I know right?" Yang nodded, turning to Ruby. "Poor girl is down bad." Her sister nodding along, with Ruby put a hand on her friend shoulder, and gave her a thumbs up. "You have my full support, bestie. Oh, this means you get to be my bestie in law and Jaune too!" She turned to look for him. "Congrats, Jaune! Oh right, he's not here." She then pouted.

"What do you think Pyrrha?" "Oh, me?" Pyrrha said looking up from her studying. "Hmm. I don't approve of stalking." Internally, she mused. 'She can have her turn when I'm done.'

The cafeteria was quiet in awe, Jaune Arc was barely above scum in the school, but internally they're respect for him grew three-sizes that day, for he pulled a Schnee.

To him they all thought, 'Mad respect, bro, mad respect.'

Weiss screamed and then stormed away in a flash of anger, no one questioned it, assuming it some-sort of Tsundere quirk.

"Poor girl, can't take her own feelings." Ruby said with pity. "Well, guess I'll go ask them about Jaune, maybe they can explain why he decided he wanted to be a dirty, selfish, skipper of school and classes, who is a meanie jerkface."

"Wow, Ruby. I didn't think you could be so foul-mouthed." Yang teased lightly.

"Well, that's just how I feel, ok?" Ruby pouted, once again not understanding sarcasm. "I'm sorry that got so caught up in my emtions."

"It's fine," Yang waved her off, and standing up. "Lets go fine out what his friends know."

The remaining girls then walked over to the ginger and raven haired girls.

"So, that's why I think Spruce Trellis is a alien from the planet hidden from us by the Authority." Ginger girl said with utter confidence.

The black-haired girl merely nodded, then turned to them. "Hello, what do you need?" She added bluntly.

"I didn't do it." The ginger added.

"We haven't even asked anything, yet." Yang said.

"You got nothing, and you will never have nothin." The ginger continued, then leaned back, crossing her arms.

"My apologies for her behavior." The black-haired one said. "Can we help you?"

Ruby put her hands on the table. "Where is Jaune Arc?" She said bluntly.

The red-head picked up a butter-knife, waving it threatening it dangerously at Ruby. "You got nothing on us! He didn't do it! I have his alibi, He's a gentle soul! I trust him with my life, I'd have his baby's if Ren wasn't here! Jaune would never kill anybody who didn't deserve it! That's it!" She jumped on the table. "They're on to him, Ren! We got to protect him!" She then tried to jump at the girls, only for the other girl to grab her by the shirt and put her back down on the seats.

Ren shrugged, passing off that moment of insanity as if nothing had happened. "My apologies, but we haven't seen Jaune today, is something the matter?" Ren asked politely, but all the girls felt they're blood-chill under her gaze.

Ruby took a step back, fighting the urge to use her aura on them. "N-no, it's just he's my new bff, and I'm worried about him when he didn't show up today."

"Oh." Ren said simply. "Good. In that case, he's probably not feeling well today, he's been working a night-job recently, and from what he's told me, it's very exhausting."

"You're Jaune's friend!" She turned to Ren. "He's allowed to be making them on his own?" Ren shrugged. "Awesome! That's means your my friend too, now! I'm Nora, Nora Valkyrie, and this is my partner in crime, Lie Ren!"

"Just Ren, please."

The girls made introductions, quickly, before sitting down.

"So, Jaune has a job?" Pyrrha probed, her respect growing for him. "And, still comes to school? I thought his family lived on a compound, why does he need a job?"

Ren steepled they're fingers. "That's his business, not ours, but he's very skilled with his hands."

"That coming from ... first hand experience, eh-eh?" Yang joked.

Ren nodded. "Yes, he does beautiful work, and always left me satisfied."

"Oh, your close like that?" Yang leaned back, surprised.

Nora nodded furiously. "Oh like you wouldn't believe! We've been tight forever, I know both of them so well, I could paint you a picture of them both naked blind-folded!"

The Magical Girls in Public Dress blush. 'Wow.'

"I didn't think he had relationships like that." Ruby muttered.

Yang blushed, looking away. "Maybe, we should talk about something else, now."

Blake leaned in with interest. "Go on."

"Um. Does he meet with you two often?" Pyrrha asked, trying to be discreet.

"Not as much as we used, too." Nora sighed. "But, it's always memorable when we do!" She then immediately brightened up.

"Jaune has a very busy life outside of school, so we make the most of our time here at school." Ren added.

"You mean, here?" Blake leaned forward.

"Yeah, we're joined at the hips here!" Nora exclaimed. "We're like buns in the oven of life!"

Ruby coughed, still red. "So, good to know. Think you can tell us some more stuff about Jaune, my, I mean our, bestest friend forever?"

Nora opened her mouth.

But, Ren covered it. "I'm afraid that you'll have to wait till Jaune is back," Ren gave a look at Nora. "Jaune should be the one to ..." He paused looking for the word. "To explain his quirks to his, I mean, our friends."

Nora nodded. "Right. Sorry, girls. Oh, but I could tell you about that time Jaune busted me out of Juvie!"

"That was a dream, Nora." Ren sighed.

"It was an awesome dream, Ren."

"Could you tell me anyway?" Ruby asked, eager to hear it.

Nora looked at her in surprise. "Really?" She searched Rubys face, then smiled, only to look nervously at the other girls. "You three wouldn't mind, would you? I've been told I talk too much, before."

Yang nodded. "Go for it, girl! I love a good story."

Blake shrugged, then put her book in her lap. "I don't mind a change of pace."

Pyrrha searched Nora's face. "Does Jaune listen to your dreams?"

Nora gave a mega-watt grin. "Oh, like you wouldn't believe, he even askes question! I mean," She looked shy for a moment. "We met in middle-school, and I had been talking non-stop about my dreams, and Ren hadn't been there to help, uh, what's the word, put a leash of me?"

More blushes.

"And, so meanies had told me to be quiet, which I get, but they didn't have to be jerks about it. And, all of a sudden this blonde boy I never met stands up and tells them, he wasn't done listening to me." She smiled in a far-off way. "He actually got into a fight for me, over it. That was the first time he had ever fought anybody, unlike his beefy-bod now, he was a 60lb twig, and got his butt handed to him."

That was a hard to picture in Ruby's head, despite only knowing Jaune for a short time, at least better now, it was hard for him to picture him losing. To anyone, actually. Even to her, or the other girls.

She shook her head, that was absurd, Jaune was strong, but he didn't even have Aura.

But, Ruby had to admit, he had a strength of will and character that made Aura seem so minor by comparison.

Nora laughed. "He didn't care though, just kept getting back up, telling the guy that I needed to be apologized too he's always been so stubborn.

"He was crying, nose-bleeding, eye completey black with bruises, and he just would not stay down, it got to the point where the other boy got so tired of him he couldn't move, and Jaune stood of over him.

"Imagine for a second, how scary that is, you're some big 12yr and beating the snot out of boy half your size. You feel great, high as heaven, and then he gets up.

"Your hands get heavy, your arms start to hurt, you can't breath right anymore. He stands up again, bleeding, bruised, but not beaten. Your hands ache from hitting so much, you trip, and he stands over you, dripping blood off his face, and his eyes stare into yours, just repeating the same phrase.

'Tell her you're sorry, tell her you're sorry, tell her you're sorry,' over and over again.'

"Anyway, he got so scared of Jaune, he wet himself and changed schools! It was great!" Nora cackled.

Ren nodded. "I wasn't there for it, but I came to the office as soon as I heard Nora had been called up there. Jaune was there holding her hand," Ren turned to her with a smirk. "You forgot to mention you were crying into his chest about how sorry you were forgetting him hurt, and that you'd be his best-friend forever, and then immediately saw me, and then, she told me, I was his best-friend forever, too." Ren sighed wistfully. "We've been inseparable ever since.

"Ren!" Nora whined. "Don't go making me look like cry-baby!"

"That's beautiful." Yang rubbed her eyes, her voice choking.

Blake and Pyrrha staring at her like she grew a second head.

"Excuse me," Yang said still rubbing her eyes. "Sorry, I don't want to get all soppy and weak. I just can't stop myself when I hear something like that." Ruby patted her sisters back.

Nora looked away. "It's cool. Glad you liked it..."

The table went silent.

"Would you mind if we started coming to set over her with you two girls, during lunch?" Pyrrha asked hesitantly.

Ren smiles. "No, not at all." He paused. "Wait, girls?"

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[aroaceacacia]

HI!!!! sorry if you've already posted about this before, but i'm aware you help maintain a vod archive - we're trying to do this for another server and were wondering if you had any tips for useful tools or ways to go about this? thanks and sorry for bothering !!

yes ok!!! here r my tips

1. Have some sort of location where all the VODs are accessible from, for people who may want to find them. For us, we have a spreadsheet, with dates & labels; this could also take the form of a YouTube playlist or an archive.org collection

2. Having only one way to download VODs probably wont be able to cover every scenario you encounter. Here's a list of a BUNCH of resources and tools, many of which you might never need, and most of which I've never heard of. In terms of programs to download VODs, I personally use a mixture of three: Twitch Downloader, 4k Video Downloader, and Twitch Recover. (I use Downloader to access most Twitch VODs, 4k for YouTube videos/streams - although it also does Twitch - and Twitch Recover for when a VOD has been recently deleted*.)

3. TWITCH DELETES VODS !!!! unless a vod is saved as a highlight, those suckers go KABLOOEY at a certain point! the exact amount of time will vary, depending on whether ur streamer is affiliate, partner, or not, so knowing your streamer's status is very helpful. I think non-affiliates and affiliates have a week, and then partners have 60 days. Note that Twitch Recover does not work on VODs older than 60 days, so this time limit is REALLY IMPORTANT.

4. If you're able to get in touch with your streamers in some way, that is really cool and epic! Not necessary at all, but sometimes it's nice being able to remind streamers theres a demand for an official VODs channel, or asking if they have any spare VODs lying around

5. HAVE FRIENDS TO DO THIS WITH !! you said "we" so I assume theres probably a team of some sort already, but division of labor is HUGELY helpful for VOD archiving, because those GB start adding up fast. (It's about 2.5 GB per 1 hour of video at 1080p quality, and generally you want the highest quality possible, so VODs can get pretty chunky.) Oh yeah I guess storage space is useful too. Remember to do spring cleaning also every now and then and make sure you dont delete anything that isnt already backed up elsewhere 👍 but yes. Teamwork. Communicating with the group about who will do what, being able to mobilize in a potential crisis, and making occasional public calls for additional hands on help are all super important, I've found.

6. YouTube is a copyright bitch! While it's better for watching vods back on, it will occasionally block a vod for copyright. YouTube is great, I upload all my MCC vods there unlisted, but I also recommend getting familiar with archive.org. archive is a little slower to upload but it won't hide a VOD worldwide because it had a copyrighted song or three in it. Having mirrors of uploads is a good tool for peace of mind - one of my friends has been on a kick of double mirroring VODs lately, even ones that will eventually be up on a VODs channel, but that's also a lot of uploading and slows him down

7. Being aware to at least some degree of the contents of what you're archiving is a good thing. Sometimes you need to censor out an accidental doxxing or worry about an IP leak, and I find it makes me feel more confident in my work if I know what I'm preserving. Like, I archive plenty of MCC POVs I havent necessarily watched, but they're all MCC, and I know what happens, and I sometimes hear details from other people - but a random server VOD from a guy I don't watch much of could contain anything. Sometimes I worry I've accidentally stuck deeply personal information into the internets biggest document repository. And maybe I have. But having some familiarity helps the peace of mind

8. Have fun with it and take pride in your work! You're helping to prevent something you love, the hard work of others, from becoming lost media! That's sooooo epic and sexy and cool of you, actually, and more people should do it - either on their own for their own personal purposes, or in the context of a larger project, like me and you

tl;dr its work but it boils down to communication, having the right tools, and having a team that is willing to adapt and cooperate in order to get stuff done! best of luck in your efforts

[feyhunter78]

Six Times Helaena and Jacaerys were Soulmates (7/7)

Description: Helaena can feel her soulmate's distress, often times it lines up with when Jacaerys is around, but she reasons it cannot be him, until one fateful night changes her mind.

Helaena’s soulmate is distressed at the oddest times of the day. Sometimes she’ll feel an intense grief in the mornings while her brothers are training, then she’ll feel dragonfire rage in the middle of the day while she’s embroidering. But it’s the loneliness she feels right when the entire Keep has fallen asleep that shakes her the most.

She often tries to send feelings of comfort through their bond, but she never truly knows if it helps or not. Often times she ends up falling asleep with a with soulmate’s sorrow as her bedfellow.

Another thing she finds odd is how Jacaerys always seems to know exactly when she’s upset. When the gardeners accidentally ripped out the milkweed flowers she’d planted, he’d found her and helped her replant them. When Aegon would leave her empty and bruised on their bed, Jacaerys would have an extra honeyed roll for her in the mornings.

She’d almost assume they were soulmates if he wasn’t so clearly unfazed by everything. He never seemed upset, not unless many others in his family were, then she chalked her feelings up to compassion.

“Mother, how do you know when it’s your soulmate’s emotions, or your own?” She asked her, startling her mother with the question.

Her mother glanced at Sir Cole, then back at Helaena. “Are you feeling Aegon’s emotions, sweetling?”

“No, Aegon is not my soulmate.” She said curtly. She loved her mother very much, but she was the reason Helaena was trapped in a loveless marriage.

“Oh…well. I’ve heard it said that writing down what’s going on around you when you feel that way can be helpful. It’s supposed to help in distinguishing the true owner of the emotions.” A shadow fell over her mother’s eyes and Sir Cole moved closer, laying a hand on her shoulder.

Helaena watched the silent communication between them, then stood. “I will take your advice then, mother.”

Now she carried a journal around and jotted down every detail whenever she felt that tug of sadness.

“There she goes again, with that foolish book.” Aegon drawled, draining his cup, and waving to the servants for another. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear. “You might as well give up, dear sister, you’re married to me. No use in finding your soulmate when you cannot be with them.”

Helaena leaned away from him and accidentally caught sight of Jacaerys’ face, anger clear on his features. She felt the fire, then his face smoothed out, and he returned to his conversation with his brother.

He seemed to feel her glaze and gave her a kind smile. She smiled back and jotted the encounter down in her journal.

It was humiliating, she was terrified, and she wished someone, anyone would come save her. She tucked herself into the corner, covering her ears and keeping her eyes on the ground. Aegon had all but dragged her out to a brothel, claiming she needed to learn from those more skilled than her. Then he abandoned her, disappearing to Seven knows where to do Seven knows what. She bit her lip as tears blurred her vision.

“Helaena?” As if out of a dream, Jacaerys knelt down in front of her, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Jacaerys.” She said, voice trembling as he reached out and pulled her into his arms, lifting her from the floor.

“Wrap your arms around my neck and close your eyes.” He instructed, as he began to carry her out of that dreadful place.

She did as he said, going even further by tucking her face in the crook of his neck. He smelled safe, if safe could be a smell. It was a comforting smell, and his warmth leaked through his clothes and into her.

He kicked open the door and soon the noise died down, she cautiously lifted her head, and found he was already looking down at her.

“How did you know where to find me?” She asked, mesmerized by the flurry of emotions that swirled in his oakwood eyes.

“I felt it, your fear, it pulled me out of my bed and lead me here.” He said, his eyes scanning her for any injuries.

“I thought perhaps I was mistaken, you always seemed so calm.”

He laughed, not unkindly like Aegon did, but in a way that suggested self-deprecation. “I must present as calm, or I will be the angry bastard. The one who does not deserve the throne, just another mistake from the reckless crown princess.”

Helaena’s thumb began gently caressing the skin of his neck, wanting to comfort him in any way she could. “But you are not, an angry bastard or calm all the time.”

Jacaerys set her down, his hands resting on her shoulders, her arms still wrapped around his neck. “No, I am angry quite often, especially where you are involved.” He saw the distress on her face, and he quickly corrected himself. “I am angry when others treat you unkindly, or when your brothers make me look foolish in front of you.”

“I do not think you ever look foolish.” She admitted, blushing slightly.

He smiled warmly at her. “No, you, my sweet flower, are too kind to think anyone foolish.”

“I think Aegon is foolish.” She protested, her own anger growing in her chest when she thought about the danger he had put her in.

He chuckles. “You are not alone in thinking that.”

“So, are we meant to be? Chosen by the gods to be together for all eternity?” She gathered her courage and took his hands in hers. “I feel the pull as you do.”

“If you will have me, then yes. But I know you are already married, and have children that you care deeply for.” Jacaerys, ever the honorable man, was giving her a way out.

“I do not love Aegon, and my children barely know him. I wish to love and to be loved. For my children to have a father who pays attention to and loves them.”

Jacaerys squeezed her hands. “I wish that for you as well. I wish to stand by your side and warm your bed, to wake up and be graced with the sight of your face. I wish for my future children to be blessed with you as a mother.”

“Aegon the Conquer had two wives, could I not have two husbands?” She ventured, feeling entirely too bold for even suggesting it.

“I do not wish to share you for another moment, but if that is the only way to stand by your side, I will bear it.” He said, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the backs of her hands.

Helaena stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Let us discuss this with the king, perhaps Aegon’s behaviors and our recent discovery will work in our favor.”

“For you to acquire two husbands?”

She shook her head, “to remove Aegon as my husband and have you take his place. All of King’s Landing knows of his transgressions, while at the same time, they speak of you with respect.”

Jacaerys raised an eyebrow. “You truly believe that will work?”

Helaena intertwined their hands. “I do not know, but all I can do is pray that the king loves his family enough to let us be happy.”

He bent down and brushed a soft kiss across her lips before sweeping her back into his arms. “Then let us go and petition the king.”

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @svtansdaddyx, @fan-goddess, @dc-marvel-girl96

[loveisnotovertae]

Love Is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC: 1774 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 11

“Is everything ok?” Taehyung asked as soon as Mae picked up the phone.

“Oh, everything is wonderful, Taehyung,” Mae answered. “How was your day?”

“It’s good,” he said apprehensively. “We just got back from rehearsal. Why do you sound mad?”

“Let me show you,” she said, turning on her camera. “You see these boxes?”

“Yes, why do you have so many?” he asked, as his face appeared on the screen.

“That’s not important right now.” Mae grabbed the smallest of the boxes that were next to her. “As I was opening the packages and sorting them this one caught my eye. I couldn’t figure out what I ordered that would come in a box this size. Do you know what I found when I opened it, Taehyung?”

“No, no I don’t.” Mae sent him a death glare when she saw the corner of his lip twitch as he tried to fight a smile.

“You’re such a liar, Kim Taehyung! You know damn well what’s in that box!”

“What makes you think that I know?”

Mae sighed and flipped her camera to face her. “You didn’t need to buy me a new laptop, Tae. I could’ve bought my own.”

“I just thought it would be nice if I bought my wife a wedding gift.”

“Such a pain in my ass.”

“I’m well aware of that,” he laughed. “So what’s in the other boxes?”

“You’re so nosey.” Mae rolled her eyes and sat her phone on the table using the laptop box to hold it up. “It’s mainly stuff for me to make kimchi. The rest are just things I needed.”

The two of them video chatted while Mae unpacked and sorted her packages.

For the past week they’d chat on the phone at least once a day. It was usually Taehyung making sure she was doing ok. The day after he left, someone published surveillance videos of them leaving the Jazz Club and the chapel. Mae’s name was also leaked a few days after that.

“I heard from my lawyer today.”

“What did he say?” Mae asked, putting her phone on the counter while she carried stuff into the kitchen.

“You’re stuck being my wife until I’m back in Korea.”

“A whole month?”

“Look at the bright side. At least we are in two different countries. I won’t be able to bug you so often.”

“Judging by the brand new laptop in my living room, I doubt that you’d let a giant ocean stop you.”

The two of them grew silent when the buzzer for Mae’s door went off.

“Are you expecting anyone?” a worried Taehyung asked. The building did have security but he knew that people could easily sneak past them.

“No,” Mae picked up her phone.

“Don’t open it or say anything unless you know who it is.”

“I’m not an idiot, Tae.” She rolled her eyes as she walked to the door.

“I know you’re not. I’m just worried. Your name is everywhere right now.”

“It’s Jimin’s mom,” Mae whispered, stepping away from the door.

“Jimin did say she’s been worried about you. Maybe she came by to check on you.”

“Eomeoni,” the older woman smiled when Mae opened her door, “I wish you would’ve told me you were coming. My house is a disaster right now. I was just opening a bunch of packages and was getting ready to make some kimchi.” Mae said, hugging her.

“It’s ok, my daughter.” Mae’s smile grew wider. The first time they met two years ago, she started calling Mae her daughter. “We can help you clean up and make kimchi.”

“We?” Both Mae and Taehyung asked at the same time.

“Yes, I brought your mother-in-law with me.” She gestured to the woman standing a few feet away that Mae hadn't noticed.

“Tae, I’m going to have to call you back later,” Mae said, staring wide eyed at the woman.

“Wait, Mae…” she ended the call before he could finish.

“Hello,” Mae said shyly and bowed.

“So, you’re Mae,” she said with a kind smile, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“We should go inside so that the two of you can talk,” Jimin’s mom said.

“Oh, yes. Please come in,” Mae stepped out of the way so that the two older women could enter her home.

Mae followed nervously behind them. Jimin’s mom had visited a few times over the years. But this was the first time she’d brought anyone other than her family with her. She wasn’t sure what to expect, especially since the other woman was the mother of the man she’d drunkenly married.

“Your home is beautiful, Mae,” Taehyung’s mother said, looking around.

“Thank you.”

“This is the same place you rented out when you came to visit, right?”

“Yes, yes it is. I fell in love with it and the neighborhood so I stayed,” Mae answered.

All three women’s eyes landed on Mae’s phone in her hand when it went off.

“That must be Taehyung since you hung up on him,” Jimin’s mother said.

Mae’s phone went off again as she was unlocking it. The first message was from Taehyung. But the second one is what drew her attention.

“He’s ruining my fun and letting you know that he told me everything, isn't he?” his mother asked.

Mae quickly exited the other message and looked at her, “He what?”

“Was it not him?”

“It was,” Mae said, finally opening his message. “Sorry I read it wrong.”

“My son will not let me have any fun,” Taehyung’s mother laughed.

“How much did he tell you?” Mae asked, turning off her ringer before placing it in her back pocket.

“I know that the two of you went to a Jazz Club in Jeju and got married.”

“I am so sorry,” Mae whispered ashamed of herself.

“There’s no need to be sorry,” the older woman put her hands on Mae’s shoulders. “Things happen for a reason. I’m not sure what it is yet. But you are now my daughter whether you two decide to end the marriage or not.”

A weight lifted off of Mae’s chest when she looked at the woman’s kind eyes and smile.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes. Now let’s go make some kimchi while you tell me more about yourself. My son has told me a few things but I want to know more.”

The three women spent the remainder of the day in the kitchen while they chatted and made kimchi. Mae answered every question she was asked. Even the ones about Tyler.

Her face turned red with embarrassment when Taehyung’s mother mentioned that he’d told her about Mae’s modeling. The moment she mentioned Wander, both women pulled out their phones to look it up.

She patiently waited for the women to say something about the pictures, especially the ones of her in lingerie. But neither of them seemed to be bothered by the photos as they looked through the different options on the site and quickly filled up their carts.

┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛

Mae sat in her dimly lit bedroom and stared at the text messages and missed calls on her phone. She’d been so busy the whole day making kimchi and dinner with the two older women, who were currently sleeping in her guest room, she hadn’t checked it.

It was storming outside. It started as the three of them were eating dinner. Due to the bad driving conditions she insisted they stay overnight.

When another text message came, her anxiety spiked. Her phone number was leaked and for the past two days she’d been getting random calls and messages. She hadn’t told anyone because she didn’t want to worry them. But today, the spamming got worse. They’d started out all being Korean numbers, but now international ones were showing up.

The blood in her veins ran cold when she looked at one that came through almost two hours ago;

Unknown Number: My sweet angel, Mae. I hear congratulations are in order. I’m not sure if I am more surprised about your marriage or how easy it was to get your phone number. It seems marrying an idol has made you quite the hot topic. I’m honestly shocked you would do something so carelessly and publicly, considering you’ve been hiding from me for the past three years. But, then again, you were never the best at thinking things through.

Unknown Number: I bet your phone is going crazy with notifications from random strangers. Judging by what I’ve seen online I bet a good majority of them aren’t very nice. How long do you think it will take before they, or your new husband, finds out about me, the fiance you up and left, so that you could run away to another country? How long do you think it will take before they find all those pictures of you wearing barely anything? I do hope this doesn’t affect Wander too badly. I’d hate to see it suffer because of your selfishness.

Mae used the back of her hand to wipe her tears. She’d been so caught up in everything that was happening, Tyler never crossed her mind. Not only did he know about her marriage, he now had her phone number. A new fear set in when she realized that it was only a matter of time until he was able to get her address. She’d once again be living in fear.

“Are you alright?”

Mae turned her head to see Taehyung’s mother standing in her doorway.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, I was on my way to get a drink. I heard you crying. What’s wrong, daughter?”

Mae broke out in a sob when Tae’s mother called her ‘daughter’ once again. Hearing her say it brought her a mixture of joy and sadness. Mae felt more love and kindness from these two women than she’d ever felt from her own parents.

“Don’t cry,” the older woman said, rushing to Mae’s side. “Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be ok.” She sat on the bed and took Mae in her arms, stroking her hair and comforting her until she was ready to talk.

Mae opened up and explained what was happening through tears and sniffles. She told her what Tyler said. She told her how scared she was that he’d find out where she lived.

Mae repeatedly apologized to Taehyung’s mother for being the cause of chaos in their lives; not only bringing trouble to Taehyung and his career, but also possible disgrace to his whole family. In her gut, she felt nothing but shame and fear with no way out of the foreseeable embarrassment.

[anyanke]

long vent about a burned bridge

People are so not into ableism unless it’s the kind of ableism that lets them believe they have the moral high ground

Newsflash, vagueing about shit from literally fucking decades ago and not, i dunno, confronting a person directly about it in a fair court makes yall imply that I’m too mentally challenged to start learning from mistakes?

“Oh but you’re vagueing here too” yeah and? My reason for vagueing is literally because this is literally only here to vent out my frustrations. I’m not here to make anyone feel guilty. Not to mention we’ve blocked each other on here to there’s literally no way for you to read this unless someone nosy decides to leak this shit to you to stir up drama. It’s a closed case and I will literally cut off everyone involved and that will be the absolute end of it.

It could have been easily solved with a simple and direct “I am not comfortable having you here, what you did still hurts me to this day and I would prefer that you leave since you aren’t as attached to this place” and any potential fallout from that would easily fall to me? Like, your pain is real and the best way to be rid of it is to snip out the responsible party. I know for sure that the me at that current time learned enough to realize that it was a fair request and any resistance is just me not wanting to let go of nostalgic days I viewed through rose colored lenses. Is my neurodivergent way of problem solving too cold and formal?

Why make it look like you were walking on eggshells for my sake when literally you had all the power there in multiple perspectives? I was practically a stranger to almost everyone else while you had mod powers and everyone knew you. Were you afraid that it felt like you were abusing your power? Did you not want to have certain people try to vouch for me?

It felt to me like you were trying to kick me out in the way that absolves you of any issues and cements your perspective that I was still an evil abuser and not just someone you still had issues with that can’t be resolved in any way, all so you can laugh as your friends start throwing rocks at me. I could be wrong, because I know that’s my anxiety talking there. But that’s the implication you set by trying to dance around the issue instead of confronting it. It wasn’t petty, but it looked that way from my perspective.

I literally do not care if you 100% still view me as a villain, but the fact that you and your friends fully believe you’re all 100% innocent disgusts me. I hope our interests don’t ever cross again so neither of us will see each other even accidentally.

[yalek-lembine]

The reason why gamers and gaming companies are the reason why the gaming industry is at its last legs:

Let's start with the gamers:

Gamers:

After further observation of the way you people operate with your stupid political correctness in the form of a slang dictionary, you people give a bad rap to the gaming industry and community because you're also demanding with your 4K and 2K digital waste of resources. This also deals with streamers who are very very popular and waste their network resources on a single stream towards twitch or any other place that accepts that type of medium.

P2p/p2w? I would rather see that fed down your throats as freemium because that is the actual definition and the actual legitimate definition of your slang...

And trust me you don't like me telling you this because you know it's true but instead you act like it's false because you don't want yourselves exposed. Well that's my exposition for you guys because you're just as stupid as the companies which I'll explain about here momentarily.

The only video game that I have ever played was bejeweled and that was it.

But as a result of this, I was lucky enough to start developing a c++ game in popcaps original framework from 2008 called sci jewel. And yes the version number starts at 4.00. uh oh Yalek.... Spoiler alert...oh diiiiick... Yeah. this game will pretty much break all the necessary regulations that were put in place by companies and gamers themselves especially for the PC on Windows Linux and apple/mac OS. Mobile might take some time though...

Here's another thing for you gamers... You don't really understand the open source mindset with video games because you would rather make money with it. That's a problem in my eyes because as I see it video games are software and should be treated as entertainment, and should not hold ownership by a corporate entity. Even Indie / independent developers should have no right to own something unless they are trying to hold a leadership role for it..

Companies, such as EA, Nintendo, Activision, square enix, etc:

What I will never understand is why you think owning an entire genre of video game is the coolest thing that ever happened to you...

Well it's not. Once a genre has been made it can be remade either for the better or for the worse. Depends on the type of person who wants to develop it.

Also you enslave your programmers to do things that would seem disrespectful to their own identity. Well here's the thing okay... The programmer is the one that's writing the code and they can determine whether or not they can listen to you executives or not. They have every right to say no, and if you ignore this, is coercion in the first degree and is an actual federal crime. May not be rape, but coercion is close to it. Also shouldn't the programmer be determining solutions for the executives instead of the executives dictating what goes into what goes out of it? Because one of the executives don't know what the heck they're doing which a lot of them don't...? What are the game accidentally leaks code or crashes their whole system? And there's no way to get community input because you executives try to get your way by having your own system developers /debuggers debug the application instead having the community do it for you.

For both gamers and the companies: start cooperating with each other and start understanding that a piece of software is just a piece of software and should not be treated as a greedy means of existence.

I guess I'll add on to the streamers here too...

Y'all have no right to stream. Because you don't have any understanding of being able to realize that your network bills are going to be much more than what your stream income is going to be. Stream income is one of the worst forms of income to ever come by because there's no way that you guys are going to be able to afford, in today's age, the. necessary housing, water, and bills that the worldwide capitalisocioeconomy is trying to induce unto you all. And I personally believe your guys' popular ignorance will catch up with you in the end.

[plushienanami]

Hey there! I absolutely LOVE all your content; it’s just perfection! I don’t know if you’ve done this already, but if you could do the Bucci gangs reaction to their S/O while sick or on their period I would be forever grateful!!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)╯♡

i think i’ve gotten your ask before love! i’m sorry it has literally taken me so long to post this and other works. i’ve been like mega busy and writing is like a hobby i do so please don’t be mad. I’m also on my period rn, i just got a few days ago and it really sucks ;-;

okay anon i present you this…please like it ���👈💖

Bucci Gang Dealing with S/O on their Period

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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Giorno Giovanna:

At first Giorno wouldn’t know or pick up on the early signs that your period is coming. He is busy with work although it doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend time with you, just the small things don’t come to mind when he is enjoying the time he can have with his s/o.

Him, Bucciarati, and Trish are the type to pamper their s/o when they are on their period.

For starters, he would grant you any type of food you are craving and make sure to keep you warm wrapped in the fine fluffy covers of your shared bed.

Totally stocked with napkins and tampons of all kind just to make sure that you aren’t leaving a pool of red in your bed or the expensive silk nightgown he bought for you. Giorno just doesn’t want you frolocking in your own blood :/

Giorno keeps the room scented of fresh flowers and is the total type if your having cramps to get you up to walk them away. Moving and exercising your body is more healthy than laying there all day not getting the blood flowing.

He understands when your sore, bloated, and of course having mood swings.

Picnic dates. When I said he will make you go outside, he would also take you on picnic dates that are surrounded by flowers to get your mind off of icky stuff.

Bruno Bucciarati:

A sweetheart. You want a doting man to pamper and be at your beck and call, well you have Bruno Bucciarati.

Will 100% drop work unless it is really important, although you're more important to him than work itself.

Everything is completely stocked up and he makes sure to have special linen for you so you are comfortable and not maybe accidentally staining the cotton bedsheets.

Bucciarati would make you take pain reliefs and give you a complete list of what you can and cannot eat. Sure you may have cravings, however, you can’t just give in to all of them especially if they don’t help your bloating or cramps.

He watches your favorite movies and shows while holding you in his warm embrace.

To be honest I see Bucciarati enjoying the time you on your period. He doesn’t like seeing you in pain or stress, yet he loves the excessive time he gets to spend around you.

Loves when you lay there curled up and he can lay you on his lap while playing with your hair or fiddling with your hands he loves so much.

Why need a heating pad when you have this lovely man.

Leone Abbacchio:

Well, I wouldn’t say he would be the best to be around on your time of the month. I feel like he would lack that understanding that your cramps or mood swings are uncontrollable and may lash out at you for them.

Over time he gets more sympathetic and would begin to understand what you have to go through. He yells less, is less harsh and abrasive, as well tries to surprise you with things that would make you happy.

Out of all the bucci gang members, he would be the best to cuddle with. He is tall, big, warm, and that chest of his oh my…

Abbacchio doesn’t really like the sight of blood and doesn’t like to deal if you accidentally have a leak on the sheets.

Also, is confused when you ask him to buy your products from the store. He kinda stands there awkwardly and his pride won’t allow him to ask the employees for help. Expect random brands or packages with him claiming that they were all the same and what he could find.

Also is the most chill to be with during your period because he doesn’t talk too much or is too jumpy like Narancia would be around.

Very pleasant and calming to be around, plus he would make you some nice tea.

Guido Mista:

There are times I sometimes can’t take Mista seriously and sometimes I can. This is one of those situations.

He would honestly try to help you, but it would always turn out badly.

Mista’s definition of helping you get through your period is doing some um NSFW things to help your flow.

Sure he would like to hold and cuddle you, but to be honest he can only lay down for so long before he gets antsy.

The type to tell you “I understand how you feel baby” then next minute asks you if you would like to could the dinner for the night.

Mista is also on the same boat as Abbacchio and Narancia. He would get to the store and start sweating from the variety of products. Would probably come out with nothing.

Although Mista does feed into your cravings and even sometimes joins you on them. He is a curious man and he thinks it's cute sharing the same food with them curled up in a buddle of warm blankets from the heating pads.

The best thing Mista does when you are on your period is honestly when he pulls you into his broad arms and gives you the cutest cuddles.

Narancia Ghirga:

I’m going, to be honest, your going to have to explain to him what a period is. He has no idea or clue about it.

Narancia sits there like a little kid soaking up information that seemed so bizarre to him.

At first he would joke about it until he sees you literally actually go through it. He would be like “oh shit” and rush over to you.

Blood isn’t really a big thing with him, but he gets scared still knowing that you are technically bleeding.

Joining the Gang of Pad/Tampon Explorers, he would also be so confused. Fugo refused to help Narancia, by refusing he was in another fit of anger and Narancia thought it was towards him.

The employees notice him wandering cluelessly and will help him out. He is the first out of the 3 to be able to bring the proper merch back.

Also joins food splurges and things like that. He is super affectionate and if you get irritated easily, he could be a tad bit annoying.

He just wants to be around you and comfort you through these times. Not only is he able to take off work, but he gets to spend it with you <3

Pannacotta Fugo:

Fugo would be in the middle. He knows and has learnt about a menstrual cycle, just hasn’t experienced it firsthand.

Not going to lie, it made him panic at first. Of course he kept his cool composure and masked it with that cool facade of his, but we all know that inside he was going haywire.

Makes sure to definitely bring you the proper sanitary items you need for your cycle.

He isn’t one for physical touch most of the time so you’ll need to really be pushy or talk about how much pain you're in.

He’ll feel guilty and apologize before bringing you in his embrace with his face beat red.

Fugo wouldn’t let you leave the little comfort room he made for you. He talks about how it wouldn’t be a wise idea since they all couldn’t understand you like he could even though Trish is a female too.

He is also the type to enjoy you during this time of the month because it guarantees more alone time the two of you could have together.

The only downside is that he doesn’t really like blood or the idea of you staining the sheets. It’s just really icky to him.

Despite his little germaphobe self, he isn’t bad to be around because in all honesty he just wants to enjoy the small alone time he gets to have with you.

Trish Una:

Come on, out of all the Bucci gang members she would be the most understanding.

It’s kind of really wholesome when you're on your period and she is around.

No need to take store trips, she already has everything you need. She has your favorite food, drinks, heating pad, and pain killers to combat your period.

She is just like Fugo and separates you from the rest of the gang because they are stupid in her opinion.

The two of you have little movie marathons and she pampers you by giving you facials or giving you small massages.

Sometimes when the two of you are both on your period, you two are the ones who stick together. Both you lay together and just cuddle while sulking in the same predicament.

At least the two of you can pamper each other and share a heating pad.

She also is huge for comfort so expect to have the fluffiest and softest of sheets while you're sitting there in the cocoon of blankets she made.

Recommend and say she is 10/10 the best be with during your cycle.

[bloodybloob]

Linked Universe as Gods (probably done before but this is my take).

Time: God of Reality

-The father figure.

-Time itself is a concept made up by humans, his real title is the God of Reality, humans are too stupid to figure it out though. They tried to explain his confusing abilities by just saying “he’s the god of the clock and he messes with time, that’s why his powers are so confusing”.

-This isn’t the truth, he actually controls the fabric of reality itself and keeps it balanced by doing stuff like creating borders between worlds and making sure things are working how they should.

-For example: if a huge piece of land got destroyed people would pray that he rewind the time in that specific area so that they could live there again. He can’t actually undo what has been done, but bending reality just a smidge doesn’t hurt. Unfortunately, mortals don’t know that is what he is actually doing and instead think he is rewinding the clock. Because of this, people got confused and labeled him as Time.

-He doesn’t use his abilities often and prefers to sit back and watch his brothers make a mess that he’ll inevitably have to pick up.

-Is, of course, the dad of the group.

-They’re actually all brothers but he’s the oldest, has a dad voice, scolds them often, and is literally called Time by the people. No way his brothers don’t call him Old Man!

-Sometimes if a mortal gets on his nerves he’ll mess with their vision and the colors they see, he may have accidentally caused a few people to go insane because of this.

-He’s sort of like the main god and the one people pray to the most often or refer to when they’re not talking about a specific thing. It’s kinda like the Hylia vs the three goddesses situation where they usually refer to Hylia yet know of the other three. They may say “Oh Hylia!” when startled but when they say are about to take a test they’d say “Nayru, grant me your wisdom” or something. Kinda like that.

-Behind his closed eye is a sight incomprehensible to the human mind, hence why he keeps it closed.

-He collaborates with everyone, as all their jobs are somehow linked to reality.

Twilight: God of Other Worlds

-Lovely piece of himbo.

-Time may create borders for other worlds, but Twilight enforces them.

-After an event where the twilight leaked into this plane, people mistook yet another god’s job as something else, meaning he ended up being called the God of the Twilight

-He is relatively unknown outside of the twilight event as his job doesn’t seem to effect mortals day to day lives (it does, without him the world’s barriers would shatter and let all sorts of creatures roam), thus he is prayed to the least, except for the Twili who absolutely worship him.

-He’s the protective big brother type figure, whenever Time is not cleaning up after the children it is him and Sky, who is the other big brother figure.

-He worries a lot over the others, especially Wild, who has a lot of issues I’ll be getting into.

-If he has no duties to tend to he is hovering over his brothers and asking if their alright or need anything. He is fiercely protective over them and whenever a mortal insults someone in The Chain or somehow causes them harm- you bet he is on their case.

-Due to events with the Twilight Realm he has a distinct wolflike form that can either be otherworldly looking Wolfie or just like regular Wolfie. Some of the others like to cuddle with him when he’s in that form (not that they don’t cuddle enough as it is).

-He only really collaborates with Time, none of the others unless it’s an emergency like the Twili event.

Warriors: God of War

-He should honestly be called God of Bias.

-His powers range from light control over soldiers to complete and utter sway in how a battle will end up.

-He is often prayed to by Kings, warlords, and generals, all of which are doing something for power or wealth.

-Warriors often completely ignores their gifts and prayers and prefers to answer to the common soldier or peasants that need a family member to return safe or for their home to still stand once the enemy takes all. This causes mortals quite a bit confusion in what offerings he takes as he seems to have no response towards monarch’s lavish sacrifices

-Soldiers often took to calling him “the God of us Warriors”, and he adopted the nickname Warriors lovingly.

-Despite being the God of War, he very rarely gets involved in the actual full scale fighting, when he does however… an entire army could be wiped out by the other within an instant, hence why rulers continue to plead towards him despite his infrequent answers.

-Other than just being an all around good guy, the other reason he prefers to not get involved with wars is to protect his fellow gods. People praying for their battle wounds to disappear greatly takes up Rulie’s time, Sky’s mailbox is already stuffed enough and he doesn’t need the plethora of messages filled with grief and mourning, and tearing apart the land for one’s own selfish desires is not doing wonders for Wild at the moment.

-He is said to be one of the most attractive gods, making him a popular topic among bars. Sometimes he’ll go down to earth disguised just to get in on gossip. There was one incident where the people there found out who he was and reported he did indeed look very beautiful. As a god, Warriors finds this hilarious.

-He is totally the mix of the unconcerned big brother and the cool uncle (though if we’re being honest he acts more like a cool aunt than a cool uncle).

-He often needs or has to give help to pretty much everyone, including Time as always and Twilight in specific scenarios.

Wind: God of the Wind

-Little man.

-Pretty young by god standards.

-He controls the winds and the currents they follow, he can also summon stuff like storms and tornadoes for example.

-He wanted to be called Breeze but people ended up calling him his normal god title without even knowing it, boring if you asked him

-Sailors and pirates pray to him a lot, people interested in war efforts also appeal to him for oversea battles. But Wind, while looking up to Time, also looks up to and is more inclined to go along with whatever Warriors’ standpoint is, so he completely ignores them and lets the wind have its own fun. Sometimes he’ll personally screw with armadas and battleships for the heck of it.

-He adores the concept of pirates and desperately wants to be one.

-He was declared (along with some of the others like Wild and Hyrule for example) too young and too brash to go down and pretend to be a mortal without heavy supervision.

-Despite this, he has totally snuck out and joined a pirate crew multiple times, and somehow let it slip to the pirates multiple times that he was, in fact, a god.

-This has gotten him in deep water before but he continues doing it for fun. He has even pulled more adventurous and fun loving gods like Wild and Hyrule down with him, they’ve been found out as gods at least once doing this and were forced to retreat before something bad happened (specifically to Wild). Every time they’ve gotten caught by their fellow gods and got into even worse trouble.

-He often cooperates with Wild for his control over birds and the ocean, Warriors because of oversea battles, and Hyrule to keep magic in the air.

Four: God of Minerals

-Even littler man.

-Basically has control over stone and gems, hence his name.

-It��s more powerful than it seems, as the planet people stand on is just one giant rock, meaning if he really wanted to he could just grow spikes everywhere and kill everyone (he may have gotten mad at one particularly cruel noble and crystallized his entire family but we don’t talk about that-)

-He is commonly prayed to by miners and monarchs seeking riches. Occasionally he’ll get a smith’s prayers, as the god has dabbled in the smithing business as well, so they also beg of him.

-Mortals were once again confused with him. At first they called him the God of Mining or God of Caves, as praying to him would net them more riches. Then the whole crystalized noble family thing happened and people begun to rethink how they perceived the god.

-Some cultists, who thought all the gods were bad, looked at this event and said that the god was too dangerous. They did a massive and costly ritual that forcibly summoned Four, their goal being to greatly diminish his power and then kill him. Luckily, Twilight, ever the protective brother, interrupted them and ruthlessly slaughtered the cultists.

-The ritual was incomplete, instead of drastically weakening the god it split him apart, meaning he had four halves that could merge into one, the colors!

-It was all very confusing and distressing when Twilight brought him back in four pieces, but they eventually figured out what was happening and how to get him to merge. Time offered to fix him but Four declined, him both merged and split preferred this and saw it as a strength (plus, his four halves were like four new brothers that they all already knew!).

-Sometimes he’ll split so he can do more work in multiple areas at once, earning the now colorfully clad god the name Four by mortals.

-Green, Blue, Red, and Vio are not as powerful split, they are still immortal and capable of great damage alone but it isn’t enough to destroy the planet like they usually could.

-The colors usually don’t touch down on Earth without fusing first, as it is more dangerous and their brothers would never allow it. They also don’t have a larger, godlike form, they only have it when merged, it’s another reason they can’t touch down without being whole.

-Four is particularly interested in the little minish civilizations that plodded their little claws along his dirt. He asked Hyrule to help him perfect a minish form in his likeness so he could be among the little creatures.

-While alone Vio briefly dabbled in the study of dark magics after talking to Hyrule and Legend about it, he tried a spell out on a big mirror and accidentally summoned a portal that brought forth a shadow version of a non split Four. The mirror then proceeded to shatter from the force of the magic trapping the being in their world.

-Shadow! Shadow doesn’t have any godlike powers or a larger form, but he does have all of his normal abilities, and he is a shadow of a god so he has immortality and stuff. Vio and him are great friends and the other colors and gods get along with him well enough. The guy usually hangs with the mischief makers like Wind and Wild while nagging the colors whenever they aren’t merged constantly, especially Vio. Even when they are merged Shadow is all over them.

-Twilight was pretty mad about the whole thing because Shadow is from another realm and shouldn’t even be allowed in their godly domain, but the others practically begged the deity to let Shadow stay, and he unwillingly obliged (the puppy dog eyes got him). Things are a bit tense between Shadow and Twilight, but they are working on it.

-Let’s just say Hyrule banned him off of spells after Vio somehow managed to accidentally summon a shadow version of his merged self, a welcome shadow, yes, but they don’t all need an accidentally summoned shadow that are almost but not quite gods.

-Four usually collaborates with Warriors for materials for weapons, Wild who has dominion over everything that lays across the rock he controls, and Hyrule to keep magic in the ground.

Wild: God of the Wilds

-Definition: Sweet, but feral.

-Wild has control of, well, the wilds: plants, animals, crops, and the entire ocean and every horrific creature that’s in it.

-Time is the main god, but Wild is considered to be the one most commonly prayed to and given gifts to by the most people. Royals, soldiers, generals, nobles, and peasants all need food, sailors and pirates need to travel the ocean, explorers need the wilderness to agree with them, and pretty much everyone everywhere doesn’t want to be attacked by animals or afflicted by disease.

-That’s another thing, his power includes the ability grow, to force any kind of cell reproduction. He can essentially make it ten times as likely to pull yourself out of a deadly disease (even when no one in this time period knows what cells are).

-He is actually the one who would most likely go down in a one on one fight as he has been significantly weakened. People constantly harming the environment and abusing the life it holds has greatly diminished his physical ability, so much so he can’t walk right in a physical form.

-Whenever a great event that destroys a lot of plant life, kills a bunch of animals, or messes with the ocean happens a new burn wound will appear on his body. Even after he helps the land recover the wound stays and ultimately scars, they’re permanent. The injuries cause intense headaches and amnesia, he has a hard time remembering things and is often confused on where he is or who the people he’s with are (this is just to bring the amnesia and scar thing into a world where they are gods in a way that makes sense.)

-His brothers freak the freak out every time it happens and go into panic mode. They were in an inconsolable state the first time it happened, a blind rage. Their screams of fury and vengeance could be heard rattling the Earth as each of their dominions began to crack (like for example: the winds would begin blowing savagely from Wind’s anguish, the ground would begin to quake from Four’s fury, barriers keeping realities apart would start to wobble and break at Twilight’s crave for retribution).

-Let’s just say anyone who is responsible for a new burn doesn’t make it out… Not that they’re dead! They’re just being tortured for eternity…

-Wild is a gremlin and will often defy the orders of the Gods and go to Earth to play in the trees and grasses. He also likes to hang out with spirits/creatures like Korok’s, Kikwi’s or The Lord of the Mountain because all of their appearances and or connections to him greatly peak his interest.

-His injuries caused his brain to grow scrambled, he acts very childlike, loses focus often, and wanders around lost a lot of the time. (This just serves to make his brothers even more panicked when he’s wandered off to who knows where).

-He gets relief from their constant eyes whenever Wind or Hyrule pulls him down to Earth to do stuff (until they’re ultimately caught and punished by being squished in the cuddle pile).

-He often cooperates with Wind for the birds and sailors, Four because most of his stuff relies on the rock and dirt beneath it all, Warriors who keeps the devastation at bay, and Hyrule to keep magic in nature (and because he wants to learn about the magic critters).

Legend: God of Prophecy

-Touch-starved idiot who refuses to admit he’s touch-starved.

-He’s technically the God of Dreams who just so happens to be able to see in the future, but after an incident involving a powerful, almost godlike being known as the Windfish that may have messed with his power and brain, he prefers God of Prophecy now, meaning he was more than happy to accept the name Legend from the people.

-He can will himself to appear into the minds of those asleep, from there he can give them predictions of the future. He also occasionally gives general advice but he isn’t that good at it and often just offends whoever he is speaking to.

-He is the god that is depicted the most accurately in paintings as he is commonly seen in people’s dreams. The others to be most accurately represented are Wild, Wind, and Hyrule, but that’s because they’ve been caught so many times. And it’s only their mortal forms accurately depicted, not their true ones, Legend has both of his forms being depicted accurately.

-Pretty much anyone seeking guidance will pray to him, though it is likely he only appears to those who actually need it, or those that he deems needs a good slapping to the face.

-His schedule gets pretty full during wartime, which he despises because he has to hang out with Warriors and Warriors is the WORST.

-He will sometimes scour the future to see if he can prevent any major events that may harm the land and, in return, his brother.

-He is very negative about his powers and god status- especially after the Windfish- but when asked if he’d give it up he’d say “You’d think these idiots would let me leave?” Which translates to “And leave my brothers? Not for the world.”

-He occasionally goes down to dance and sing among people, he finds festivities somewhat fun and tries to inconspicuously introduce a few to his brothers so they can all do them together (he is almost always called out by Warriors or Wind, they all end up playing card games until someone gets frustrated or Sky deems it nap time and flops onto his closest victim brother).

-He made friends with the mortal Ravio, our lovable scammer who cosplays as a purple bunny, along with his weirdly shaped bird, Sheerow. Ravio doesn’t yet know his new friend a god, but he does know Legend has incredible power after the god helped save him and his wares, the bunny admired him and started calling him “Mr. Hero”.

-Legend sheepishly asked Hyrule to help him make a magical item that would let him turn into a bunny, he refused to tell the magic god what it was for. He also neglects to tell Ravio, who doesn’t know it’s Legend getting all the snuggles and love from within his lap.

-He often cooperates with Warriors for wartime and Sky because of the lovesick goons that take up way too much of their time.

Hyrule: God of Magic

-Sweet tooth.

-Any and all things magic, whether it be the faint, unnoticeable pulsing in the ground or great, electric staffs capable of immense destruction, it all falls under his control.

-He likes to dwell with magic creatures and spirits, his favorite being fairies. He liked them so much that he created a fairy form when he was younger (he has gotten stuck in a bottle and has been forced to reveal himself as a being of great power to escape so many times).

-His first few times dabbling in the lives of mortals was at a time where people weren’t as knowledgeable on magic. To them it seemed that his power spread throughout everything! Especially in the Kingdom Hyrule (where fairies frequented), thus, he was named Hyrule. Of course it was later discovered that he was actually the God of Magic, but the cute nicknames like Rule, Rules, and Rulie stuck so much so that the rest of the boys never really stopped calling him Hyrule, even when the mortals moved onto Magic.

-He is often prayed to by magic users, wanting to learn or gain power from him, and explorers, hoping to find powerful artifacts or new and exciting magical creatures.

-His domain also blankets potions, meaning he is often seen as some sort of god of healing which fills his mailbox up during wartime. He isn’t really, magic just sometimes falls under healing categories as well. Wild is closer to a healing god than him for his ability to decimate disease.

-Hyrule goes down to Earth the most, to explore and wander. If he wasn’t so concerned over Wild he would bring him for his longer explorations, instead they only stay out for a few days when together.

-Rulie gets a lot of people praying to him over the wrong things as they don’t know how magic works.

-There are so many joking prayers (that people don’t realize are also sent to their gods along with the genuine ones) for him that he finally lost his cool, he brought down massive lighting strikes in front of every castle in every kingdom as a warning to STOP SENDING HIM FAKES!

-He collaborates with Wars during wartime, Legend to help push his future sight further with magic, and Four, Wild, and Wind to keep the magic everywhere alive and balanced.

Sky: God of Emotion

-The snuggle bug.

-He’s only called Sky because there is a saying that when you look up and stare past a rainbow’s alluring visage you can see his face smiling (you can’t, but the nickname was cute so he took it).

-His power may not sound strong at first but if he really wanted to he could manipulate the entire world, both animals and sentients alike, to bow at his feet. He would never, but the possibility counts.

-He does his best to wrangle back wars started over emotions and keep things at a balanced peace, his influence can only go so far however and once something happens that’s it, no love can stop the armada heading to the zora domain.

-He is primarily prayed to by the Gerudo who wish to find a loving husband. In fact, he is mistaken for a love god often. He gets SO many infatuated prayers of hopes for blossoming love, enough to be ahead of both Time and Wild in the ‘most prayers department’ if the gods were to consider them all serious ones.

-The amount of times he has heard his name screamed, looked at what was happening, and saw something not appropriate is a billion times too many and has traumatized him in some capacity.

-Unlike Hyrule he has never gotten mad about it even if his situation is arguably worse. How can he ever get mad at mortals? They’re so cute! That didn’t mean he didn’t get tired of it though, he was plenty done with the lovesick prayers.

-He favors the gorons as they never really stuff his mailbox full of love letters (he also doesn’t have any idea if they fall in love or how they repopulate- which is good! He doesn’t want to ever know, he has seen too much as it is).

-He sometimes slacks on his job and lets his head drift among the clouds before being shaken awake by one of his brothers saying he is slacking and that he’ll get no cuddle time if he sleeps through his work.

-He’s totally the soft teddy bear brother while also sorta being a mom friend. He will give his brothers all the snuggles (and refuse to let them go) in the world while also being worried sick over their well being.

-He has literally told Wind to go to timeout before, isn’t that the most mom thing ever?

-He needs help from Warriors to keep kingdom relations in check and with Legend to keep whoever the dream god is visiting calm during whatever offensive bull Legend is going to spew about them to their face.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

I have an n s f w question for you:

Do you think Mammon's demon form comes out during sexy time, or does he keep his human form?

Sometimes (regularly) I accidentally skip words while reading so if it's a short text I only read a couple words :)

I read n s f w , Mammon & come and went oh fuck I don't want to deal with

Literally just I'll answer it but it's too damn early to be dealing with this

So anyway I was pleasantly surprised after reading the rest, good work anon!

You know how the creators said they initially wanted more monstrous demon forms but thought that would take away from the romance aspects? Anyway I headcanon that those forms still exist and that they're much larger than the forms we see in the games and the forms we see in the game is a "leak".

As in their human form has sprung a leak and a bit of of their true demon form is peaking through and the intensity of their leak can depend - what we see in the game is a relatively low level leak

Leaks can be created consciously by them or unconsciously when they're experiencing an extreme emotion/are in a situation that makes them lose control (in the game this is when they're pissed)

During sex, usually one of these leaks won't happen unless it was particularly explosive/mindblowing/drawn out/overstimulating

Or at least that's my headcanon and yes I've written a fic about it and no it's probably not gonna be the 🔞 you'd expect from that premise

A+ Pillow Talk (gn! unnamed mc × mammon)

He was lying to them. It's what he has always been doing. And they deserved more. They deserved so much more. He owed them so much more. And for once this was a debt he wanted to repay.

a.ka.

That one post-coital breakdown we've all definitely had

[loversindevildom]

hello! I'm not that anon but thank you for the other period-related hcs, if it's okay, may I ask for the brothers' reactions to an MC who doesn't have painful ones, but bleeds A Lot and is terrified of getting communal/the brothers' stuff dirty? people with monster uteruses unite

((Definitely!! Currently on my period while writing this and felt it-

((Also would you look at that, the me is posting again-

Masterlist

The boys x MC with heavy flow

Lucifer

It all began when one of your worst nightmares came true.

You woke up early in the morning having bled all over his sheets.

You were panicking. Badly.

Lucifer was still sound asleep on his side of the bed, having noticed nothing.

Without thinking, you immediately get out of bed and go fast towards the wardrobe to grab some sheets.

You had no idea how you were going to change them without waking Lucifer up but one step at a time.

But he was already awake as soon as he felt you get off the bed. "MC?" He mumbled your name quietly before opening his eyes.

You wished a hole could open underneath your feet and the earth would swallow you. You also happened to be wearing white pijamas and so the blood was obvious all over you.

Lucifer had just woken up and was not thinking straight so his first thought was that someone attacked you or that another demon attempted to eat you and immediately rushed to you and pulled you in his arms. "Who?"

"what?"

"Who hurt you?"

"no one... I'm so sorry!!" You cried in dispair and that's when Lucifer started understanding what was going on.

"It's your menstruation? I thought someone attacked you... It's alright. I'll go fill in the bath for you."

Thankfully you changed the sheets before he realized you got them dirty.

Or so you thought. In reality he had noticed but didn't want to embarass you.

Mammon

He knew you were on your period.

You had told him the moment it came.

But it didn't matter to him much. He didn't know many things about it, only that you're in pain.

"Hey, come on, sit with me." He patted the couch beside him in his room.

He knew you were hurting and he wanted to cuddle you and watch some movies with you and spoil you with chocolate he stole from Beel.

When you shook your head in return, his heart shattered. "I'm not really in that mood."

"B-But! It's your favourite!"

"I'll just go to sleep."

"We can sleep together here."

You sighed and he felt the world twist. You didn't want him anymore? That's it? It was over?

"What did I do?"

"nothing! I just don't want to get blood all over your couch!"

"Ohh..." He felt relieved. That was all. Truth be told, this couch was pretty expensive but you were worth ten times that couch...

"Don't you wear that pad thing you talked about?" After you nodded he added. "Then it's fine. Get your stupid pretty human ass here now. You don't wanna miss the beginning."

Leviathan

He wanted you two to cosplay today.

You had been planning to go to that convention for months.

The day had arrived and he had excitedly changed into his costume only for you to come out and say you're not going.

And he's ???? So confused ????

He thought you wanted this as much as he did.

Did you fake your interest?

"look, Levi, I'm sorry. I was really looking forward to the con but I got my period today."

Ohhhhhhh it was because of that thing. That was a relief.

"it's fine! The con is a week long, we'll go by the end of it. And we can wear the costumes inside and cuddle!"

The idea horrified you.

"NO!" The costumes were amazing and Levi had paid of them. You couldn't ruin it.

"why?" He was confused again.

"I'll get blood all over it. I always get things dirty. You should keep me away from your stuff." After all you knew how much he valued his merch.

Leviathan rolled his eyes and walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. He wrapped a TSL blanket over you and proceeded to play games with you all night.

After all, you were more valuable than all these together.

Satan

You two had visited Devildom's public library to get a book he had ordered for you.

He had seen how fascinated you were as soon as you heard it came out and immediately ordered it for you.

You were looking around the shelves with him while the staff was going to bring you your book when you felt an intense pain on your lower parts.

Looking down you realized blood was leaking everywhere.

Panicking, not sure what to do you hid behind a bookshelf.

Satan panicked as soon as he realized you were gone.

What if another demon had fetched you and eaten you?

"MC?" He called out your name. Once, twice, thrice...

"Here..." You said in embarrassement. You had the idea of using a jacket to cover the mess in your pants. But you had accidentally grabbed his...

When he finds you he was relieved. "There you are, I was worried..." Then he scanned you. "My jacket looks good on you."

You weren't sure how to tell him, so you continued and went all the day back to the house of Lamentation when you immediately put it in the washing machine.

Of course, he had noticed. You had been dripping on the floor.

But being aware this was a normal thing, he decided not to embarass you and make a big deal out of it.

Asmodeus

You were screwed.

You were seriously screwed and not in the good way.

This had been a lesson to you to always keep in mind when your period was coming.

Because the one time you had forgotten, you had wore Asmo's clothes to sleep.

He told you you could use them whenever you wanted.

It made him very happy to see you wearing his clothes and it made you feel very comfortable so why not?

This was the reason not to.

Because waking up that morning, you had gotten blood all over his clothes.

"Shit."

Your exclaim and panic woke him up, but he was too focused on your face to notice the blood at first.

"What happened, my love? Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry, Asmo!!"

It took him a few seconds but then he realized exactly what you were talking about. He took a deep breath. This was a disaster, but you didn't do it on purpose.

"It's fine. It's your time of the month? Come on we should get you changed. Wanna run a bath together? I can give you a massage too." He winked as he got up to get the water running. He prefered to focus on you than his ruined clothing.

And this, my friends, is called love.

Beelzebub

You were always careful when it was your time of the month not to get anything dirty. Always.

However, the unfortunate day had arrived.

You were in his bed, playing on your DDD while Beel was picking up some food from the kitchen.

And then it happened. The major pain. And you realized you had been bleeding all over his sheets. You should change them before Beel-

Speak of the devil....

Beel walked in happily and let the food down on the tray next to the bed. As he leaned down to put them there he noticed the blood and frowned.

You were scared you had disgusted him.

"are you hurting too badly? I'll bring you some medicine."

Cause he's that sweet.

Diavolo

Yes I will say this every single time I write about this one;

He's busy.

So even if you do get blood in his stuff you'll certainly have time to clean it.

However, fate isn't very nice...

When Diavolo is in his study, he likes to work with you sitting on his lap.

When you felt the sharp pain in your stomach you immediately jumped off his lap and fell on the floor.

"MC? What happened!? Are you okay?" He asked worrily.

You didn't answer him, instead you run towards the bathroom.

Yes, you didn't get anything on him but it was big a jumpscare itself.

Diavolo knocked on your door once. "Dear? What happened?"

"nothing! It's fine, my period just came!"

He was silent for a bit. You thought he left but as soon as you opened the door he was standing right there and he hugged you. "I see... Come on, let's go back. I promise we'll cuddle when Im done."

"I'll get blood all over you!" You argued back.

In response he picked you up and walked back to his chair where he made you sit on him again.

Simeon

Simeon is such a sweetheart.

He probably has already noted your circle on his calendar.

He remembers when it's that time of the month always.

Usually, so do you.

Usually.

You had miscalculated this time. You thought it was due for next week and so you had wore a nice white dress for your date with Simeon.

He wasn't sure what to say. He thought you looked gorgeous in that one but...

"Sweetheart, are you sure? I love the way the dress looks at you but I don't want you to feel bad if it gets dirty."

You were so confused. "What?"

"You said you avoid wearing white when it's that time of the month... Unless you're late? Oh my lord, are you late?" His eyes were shining and that's when you realized what he meant.

"shit! No I am not! Wait here!" You rushed back into your room to get changed and indeed found blood between your legs.

You couldn't find yourself feeling bad tho.

All you could thinking about was the way Simeon's eyes had shined at the thought of being a father.

Solomon

As a human like yourself, he treats it much more normal than the others do.

He doesn't treat you any different then really, unless you're in pain.

Then you're getting backrubs.

You were sitting on the couch with him and he was telling you a story about how he first formed a pact.

When he was finished you felt the need to go to the bathroom.

Then you noticed the red stain in your pants.

Shit that was a lot of blood. Had you gotten it on the chair too?

Thankfully, when you returned it was gone.

And thankfully, Solomon knew magic to clean it quicker.

[dorimena]

Ugh... been thinking about Aizawa crying during sex. Sucking on your fingers? Tears. Cockwarming? A river has been cried. Pegging him? Fucking waterfalls. Idk, man. Got any headcanons or add-ons about this? Maybe a short little blurb? — 🐬

Oh my-

I actually have this draft somewhere in my files about Aizawa crying during sex and cockwarming him (and I’ve been tempting myself to release sometime soon). But him crying a river because he’s cockwarming you? That sounds incredibly sexy, even better, dear 🐬 anon (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; aizawa shota

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.2k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; implied female reader, cockwarming, pegging, overstimulation (?), crying, cursing, mostly shameless smut, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; crying Aizawa, sobbing Aizawa, slut Aizawa, mating press, couch sex, loud sex, lots of cum

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; yes, horrible title, terrible joke, but it’s kind of funny, right? I got carried away, as you see... will I ever be able to write a blurb? Probably not. It’s not proofread!

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 (𝖘𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖐.)

He thought it was going to be a romantic date night at your place.

You promised some delicious food, some strong liquor, some nice massages, maybe throw in some soft cuddles as you lull him to sleep.

You did mention before that you had a little surprise for him to reward him for his good work this week, for saving more lives, contributing to keeping the city safe, teaching the kids at UA everything they need to know to excel in the hero world.

And what a surprise it was when you took out his favorite strap on he gifted you. But maybe he shouldn’t have gotten so excited at the idea of you fucking him until he forgets past pains and sufferings, maybe even today’s disappointment with how Kaminari seemed to forget how electricity could very much be well conducted in water…

Because for the past hour or two, maybe three, you’ve had him sitting on your lap with your silicon dick in him, slapping his thighs even if he were to shift, making him leak more tears each and every time the stinging becomes more intense.

You’re tempted in gagging him to see if with the lack of words he’d cry more.

“Stop moving so much, babe. We’re supposed to be relaxing.”

Your mocking purr makes him shudder as he flinched at another slap. Looking down, he can somehow make out, through his tear-covered vision, how his skin is turning red, a blurred handprint noticeable at the edge of the growing redness. He can also see how sticky his thighs are with how badly his dick is weeping in thick blobs of precum. God, has he always been such a slut?

Well, his shameless moan at the appearance below him and the lasting sting on his skin is enough to answer his own question.

“C-can’t he-elp it.” He groans out, trying his best to ignore how much hotter his body keeps getting the more he’s forced to sit still, the more you keep ‘accidentally’ teasing his nipples and play around with his precum covered thighs. Don’t you feel disgusted? Aren’t you?

Because if you are, that’s too bad. He hasn’t felt so proud of himself since-

“Auugh! M-mistress!” Aizawa sobs, feet trying to plant themselves onto the ground to keep himself stable as you slam up into him again, and again, and again.

No signs of mercy ever-present as you drag out of him so, so painfully slow before you go ahead and hit his sweet spot straight on.

Even with his feet on the ground and his back pressed onto your chest to keep him still, his hips still pitifully chase your thrusts, desperation present in every way he twitches and sobs.

He’s not even moaning, or even if he is, it’s just a garbled strain of your name fucked out of him as you coo praises and compliments into his ear, your hands grabbing onto his thighs to keep them spread so that he doesn’t shy away from your cock.

Turning your head a bit to see his face, you grin at how red he is, just like his wet, slick covered dick, his cheeks decorated with trails of hot tears coming from his closed eyes. And once he opens them, he looks into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed upwards as he wonders why you’re smiling like that, as if he were something so magical, so beautiful.

But this isn’t a time for something so romantic, not with how much he’s burning from deep inside his core up to his skin, flushing everywhere that’s possible as he manages to whimper out.

“H-hard, hard! N-need- nngh, ri-ide you!” And a please is whispered so, so sweetly, so softly, so unlike how society sees him as.

“Go ahead.”

And he rides you like there’s no tomorrow, even if you’re still slamming into him at an even faster pace. He can ride you, but you’re still in control of how fast everything goes.

He doesn’t complain, and not like he can even give his usual sarcastic remark with how his mouth's currently occupied letting out a waterfall of cries, moans and sobs, getting louder and bolder with every fast change of speed.

He’s gripping onto the couch cushion below you with such strength, you swore you heard a rip- but that’s alright, it was old anyways. Right now, feeling the way he can’t even control himself to at least act anything but a porn star is rewarding and forgiving enough.

His tears from earlier? You’re sure there’s enough water to bathe in, feeling how it touches your shoulders, seeing how it trails down to his chest, some lucky ones even going to his neglected dick. Poor thing, weeping just as much as the man who’s feared by so many criminals and past students.

This delicious fucking is going animalistic with how he’s bouncing on you, skin slapping polluting the air as much as the smell of sex. You hope neither filter outside into the neighboring apartments, although you’re positive you’ll be receiving some unhappy calls from the landlord.

Aizawa feels so, so hot and so, so close. It’s so painful, too painful, he’s never felt this way before. Maybe it’s how deprived he was for weeks, how starved he was for you, how desperate he was to be able to cum after so many failed attempts.

But he’s becoming so, so, so loud, with his sobs echoing around the apartment, his cries of your name and ‘mistress, mistress, mistress!’ ringing in your ears that maybe you should’ve gagged him. Your fingers will do-

And they did, with how greedily he’s sucking them, as if they offer the finest water to help quench his growing thirst to cum, cum-

“Cu-umming!”

And you let him, not retorting anything, not depriving him anymore as you send the most powerful thrusts you could muster into him to hear him wheeze so, so pathetically, reminding you how old he is, even if just 31.

And his eyes? His beautiful onyx eyes are glowing red, his sweaty, tangled mess of black hair floating in the air giving you the view of how he didn’t only lose control of his quirk, but also how he lost control of his thighs, his quivering, trembling, now cum covered thighs.

He’s babbling anything that comes to mind, it’s difficult to know if he’s praying for mercy or praying in gratitude, his hips still sliding up and down your cock as every hit to his prostate milks out more and more cum, the hot substance spurting onto the floor, onto the coffee table, onto his thighs, legs, feet, everywhere.

It’s so pornographic, so unbelievably out of this fucking world that you just need to see him do it again, even if you’ll have to stay inside of him to keep him horny and hot and bothered.

“Ag- augh- gain?”

Aizawa doesn’t wait for you to answer, and to damn your answer, not with how he still feels his dick burn with more need, still so hard because you wouldn't give it our attention.

But you do this time, switching your position to fuck him deep into the couch, mate pressing him as you flick your wrist furiously as wet sounds join in the symphony of his wails, his pleas of mercy which you’ll never, ever give to him unless he says the safe word or you’re feeling romantic.

[greenhappyseed]

Hi, I hope you're having a nice day.

I'm curious about the Singularity. I wonder if it will be solved or if the characters will ignore it. It seems relevant in the wellbeing of the future generations.

If New Order still exists, I think it could serve as a solution since it can do anything, apparently. My idea is that the quirks cease to exist but I'm not sure if it's a good one. Like, the pros and contras for the story and its themes, the characters' arcs.

I would like to know your thoughts on this. If you have blogs talking about things related, I would like to read them too.

And I have another questions:

Do you think both AFO quirk and OFA will dessappear?

Is Shigaraki's adaptation to AFO artificial?

Hi @alchemist-fantasy! I hope you’re having a good day too. Sorry for taking a bit to answer your ask; you had tough q’s and I want to make sure I answer as best I can!

1. Will the Singularity be solved?

I think the Quirk Singularity will be addressed, but not solved or cured. Figuring out how society should handle the Singularity is an enormous global threat, much like climate change is for us. Unless there’s a big magical event that strips all quirks from the DNA of every human (and animal!) on the planet, the world will need to plan for the Singularity. I don’t think even New Order could do that because of the touch + say its name activation requirements.

I also don’t think Horikoshi will go for the magic option because another solution — collective action that reaches deep for the humanity within a superhuman — is much more aligned with the themes of the manga. In other words, MHA currently has a society that suppresses quirks and doesn’t teach people how to control them or live with them (oh, and society unleashes superpowered “heroes” on anyone who uses their quirk in public for any purpose, accidental or not). Vigilantes goes into this in more detail, as does Team Up Missions Ch. 1, where a man’s quirk built up poison gas in his body and he didn’t know how to regulate it or release it safely (and he got arrested for, uh, leaking in public).

But what if society collectively invested in letting people use their quirks for the purpose of learning their limits? So they could control those quirks? What if Dr. Ujiko is wrong, and the secret to stopping the Singularity isn’t upgrading the “hardware” at all? What if school taught unbelievably powerful kids how to regulate their emotions, use their quirks safely, and take care of the people around them? What if quirk counseling and safety resources were available to everyone, even adults, so there’s no risk of falling through the cracks?

This is the lesson of Eri, of course, but it’s also present in this final battle with Shigaraki. If the heroes can demonstrate that saving Tenko is the key to helping Shigaraki control the strongest body in the world — a body that can withstand the Singularity; a body that can shapeshift to meet fleeting desires for violence — doesn’t that prove emotional regulation is the key to keeping humans in control of quirks?

I’m guessing the series will likely end with the characters and governments working together on a plan to modernize and adapt society to the looming challenge of the Singularity.

2. Does New Order still exist?

No, I’m pretty certain it’s gone. Not only did Star herself say this, but it would be weird for New Order, which was never mentioned before Star, to suddenly roar to life and save the day. As you pointed out, New Order could be used to do ANYTHING, which I personally find narratively unsatisfying compared to themes that have been built up over 360+ chapters.

I think New Order is more likely a clue for how to defeat AFO — that is, we already knew quirk factors could be fatigued, but Star proved that quirk factors can deal damage to other quirk factors AND can be extinguished. AFO cannot get rid of quirks; he can only take from someone or bestow to someone. Otherwise he relies on the power of his quirk to keep the vestiges within it under his control. I think AFO eating the rebellious vestige in Ch. 356 might be an example of this control (or else it’s him learning to break a basic rule of his own quirk, which surely has some other downside?).

3. Will AFO and/or OFA disappear?

I suspect AFO and OFA will disappear if the story needs them to. Not to be cynical, but if there’s a sequel or second spin-off heading our way, Horikoshi has laid the groundwork for more copies of AFO to be hanging around out there. And where there’s AFO, well….

That said, I have a sneaking suspicion that Tenko will hold OFA, at least for some period of time. Aside from the “ten” in “Tenko,” he has a body that can hold a post-Singularity quirk…which is what OFA is now. Tenko is the only quirked person capable of holding OFA. Otherwise it has to be someone quirkless, and the next generation (1) isn’t likely to have many quirkless people; and (2) the quirkless people that ARE born would break their bones worse than Izuku if they tried to wield OFA.

4. Is Shigaraki’s adaptation to AFO artificial?

Sort of. Shigaraki underwent a physical “remodeling” procedure that was four months of “hellish agony” in order to have a body strong enough to hold the AFO quirk and its stockpile of stolen quirks. Then he had the AFO quirk itself implanted, which involved some way of ingesting foreign DNA/cells. After all, AFO couldn’t pluck a hair from his head and say, “EAT THIS!”

But is that remodeling procedure “artificial”? Maybe it is in the same way that any transplant, implant, body modification, or cosmetic surgery is superficially “artificial” because someone’s body wasn’t “born that way.” However, it’s not “artificial” in the sense that these procedures can heal people or affirm who someone truly is. (I’m trying to be super clear here that I don’t agree with or condone TERF nonsense.) I think there’s some in-universe truth to the “healing” power of the procedure for Shigaraki too. He thought he needed more physical power to live out his dream of destruction. Think about how he is smiling, serene and gleeful, in the moments after he awakens in the war. Shigaraki believed his family was holding him back, rejecting who he truly was, and with his new body he was free.

Until AFO takes over, Shigaraki is confused; he thought he’d feel “satisfied” upon waking up reborn with the AFO quirk. He doesn’t understand why he has such a strong desire for OFA, or why his body turns out to have some vulnerabilities. Shigaraki is chasing the feeling of freedom, like he can take on the world with nothing to stop him, and his choice to change his body is an inherent part of that.