#want to be free wont leave my on repeat

[rrr-mmmm]

eternally

[grahstumhurts]

2. Putting it into gear

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader

A/N Not proof read lol so it might have some weird wording and shit.

Rekindling Masterlist

The late May air is starting to feel slightly humid and hot as it usually does by this time, Megan's waiting outside. Leaning on the side of the school fence looking effortlessly beautiful as she does.

“Hey” you greet her, “What did you need to talk about?” She looks up from her phone, then looks around behind you to see if people are watching.

“Look, I owe you an apology and-” 

“That's an understatement.” You cut her off. “Two years of ignoring me should get me something better than an apology”

“Just hear me out” 

She looks you in the eyes, Her pupils glistening with the caramelised apple colour it's always been.

“Please,” 

“Fine” You cross your arms in anticipation “You gonna tell me or what?”

“I need to fake date you, for friendship reasons I guess.” Obviously that stuns you, A girl you had a crush on for the past ten years of your life is suddenly asking you to fake date her. 

“What?” Your face contorts in a mix of surprise and confusion “Why me?”

“You're the only gay person I know, I’m trying to come out to them and they won't believe me till I date someone who fits their “Gay” vision” She sighs, her face portrays her obviously conflicted emotions. “Look its okay if you won't do it, You don't owe me anything especially since i abandoned you but at least sleep on it for me.”

She pauses, trying to read your face, noticing the slight differences in your eyes.

“I also needed to say sorry, I wasn't there when I promised I would be.” 

“I wont accept your apology for now, you need to earn my trust back, Megan.”

 You sigh at the dilemma, do you chose to help her with her fake dating thing, or do you leave her behind. 

“I’ll help you under one condition, We will stay friends afterwards.” 

You expect her to say no, the wavering tone in your voice saying so.

“Thank you so much, seriously I appreciate this. I owe you, N/n” She hugs you, Her scent lingering of fresh citrus and light berries. Her arms wrap around your waist, you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“We need to figure out a plan for this whole situation.” You comment as you two break the hug, still feeling the lingering warmth of her. 

“Are you free this week to meet up?” 

“Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with my band, any other day we can meet up after school.”

“How about wednesday? I have practice, can you come watch and we can go somewhere after?” The thought of her friends seeing you makes your skin crawl as your reputation with these “Popular” people is not exactly great. Considering that you and Lara are the ones who stand up to Greg when he feels the need to degrade Yoonchae. You may or may not have gotten into some physical altercations with said Greg. 

“Sure, It’ll sell the idea that we are dating a bit more,” It’s a trade off that is worth it to make Megan happy. You shrug just as her phone rings, Her ringtone was not the same as the one you had remembered her to have. It had been her favourite song, Perfect Lover by Britney Spears. But now it's one of those default ones, Removing some of the personality from her.

“Yeah?"

"Oh, Okay."

"I’ll see you soon, Mom. Love you bye”

You can vaguely hear her moms voice throughout the quick phone call, her familiar tone isn't something you can forget easily. 

“You gotta go I assume?” you pick at your nails, “I can walk you home if you want?” You look up to her, trying to gauge her reaction through her body language. “Unless you dont want me to.. You know what forget i even said-”

“NO!” She suddenly cuts you off mid sentence “I mean, No” She clears her throat repeating her affirmation in a softer tone, “it’d be nice for my mom to see you again, She used to ask me about you all the time.” She presses her lips into a line, her face covered with embarrassment. 

“Lead the way,” You slightly smile at the thought that her mom still wondered where you had been all this time, She starts walking in the direction of her house. Making small talk to catch up on each others lives during the two years of absence, Your hands brushing together as you walk on the pavement.

“I missed you, you know that right?”

The smallness in her voice juxtaposes her usually large demeanour.

“I hoped you did,”

You chuckle slightly,

“I missed you too.”

“This is me,” she stops in front of the house you used to know, “You wanna stay for dinner? I mean you don't have to or anything.”

“Sure, It’ll be nice to say hi to your mom.” She leads you into her house, The recognisable scent of her moms cooking wafting into your nostrils. Filling your senses with memories of years prior. “Do we have to fake date in front of your mom aswell?” You tease her, Slipping off your shoes.

“Yeah, I guess so..” She replies nervously, just as her Mom wraps around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey, I brought home a special someone.” 

“Oh my gosh, YN! I didn't realise you were coming tonight for dinner.” She embraces you in a warm hug. “Feels like I haven't seen you in forever.” She lightly jabs at Megan with her elbow. 

“Just been busy with school work and college applications, you know how it is.” You lightly giggle at Megan’s mom’s actions. “Glad to see you Mrs. Skiendiel”

“Oh please, Yn. You know not to call me that, Just aunty is okay.” 

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“Wow aunty, this is seriously delicious.” You moan as you wolf down the rice and pork on your plate. “I'm grateful that your cooking skills haven't deteriorated in the period I haven't seen you” You say in between bites.

“Im happy you like it, feel free to come over and eat when you want to, Honey” She chuckles

“Uhm Mom, We have something to talk about with you.” Megan’s words shift the energy at the table. You swallow your latest bite and glance at Megan, Giving her a reassuring look. 

“You guys are dating? I know, it's not that much of a shock.” Aunty takes the words out of Megan's mouth, “I've been patiently waiting when you two would realise your feelings for eachother. I have a standing bet with your mom, Yn.” She matter-a-factly comments,

“No funny business in my house alright?” 

“Yes aunty, I don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready. Don't worry”

You try to clear the air quickly, Megan grabs your hand on the table. Interlocking her fingers with your ring clad ones, The slightly cold metal meeting her warm skin. The embarrassment of your words settling in with the two of you.

“I wouldn't dare hurt Megan, I hope you know that aunty.” You stupidly grin at her.

“I know, Yn. Just double checking, I know how you teenagers can be.” She lets out a deep sigh of relaxation. “I have some work to do. all I need you guys to do is the dishes, can you two handle that?” She squints her eyes at us, 

“Yeah, dont worry about it, Mom.” Megan stands and starts clearing the plates from the table, You follow her actions grabbing plates and silverware and bringing them to the sink in the kitchen. 

“I’ll be in the office working if you need me, Good night you two.” Megan’s Mom announces before the door closes.

“Oh my god i swear that was the most awkward i've been with your mom in forever.” You let out a deep sigh as you lean against the kitchen counter, Megan places down the rest of the dishes.

“Yeah no that was really awkward.” She giggles “Yes aunty i don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready” She mockingly says in your tone of voice. You shove her shoulder lightly. 

“Come on lets finish the dishes, I rinse, you dry?” You stand over the sink, turn on the sink and scrub the dinner plates with a soapy sponge.

“Mhm, sounds like a solid plan” She hums, picking up the drying towel from the towel rack as you start to hand her some rinsed dishes. You cheekily smile to yourself as you get a devious idea. Megan is suddenly met with a warm splash of water from the sink head

“You did not just do that” She looks at you astonished, Mouth agape. “You little shit, Yn” 

“Such hurtful words require punishment” You giggle as you spray her with more water,

“What the fuck!” She squeals, feeling the water soak her shirt, “that's not fair, i don't have a sink to spray you too.” Suddenly it seems as Megan gets an idea for your payback.

“Come here, YN. Give me, your girlfriend, A hug. why don't you?” 

“No! I'm not gonna hug you, Meg. You gotta catch me first.” She roars with laughter as she chases after you in the kitchen. 

“Im gonna get you!” She loudly shouts, Running you into the corner of the kitchen.

“I’ve got you trapped now don't i?” She pants.

“I guess so, And what are you gonna do about it?”

You tease her, She pulls you into a wet hug “Eughhhh, it's so cold” You groan feeling her damp top spread the water on your shirt. She pulls away, Snickering at the sight of your now also damp shirt, 

“You get what's coming for you.”

“Can i atleast borrow a shirt or something?” You pull your shirt away from your chest to unstick it from your skin.

“Yeah, Come on. Let's go upstairs and dry off.” She grasps her hand with yours, Her nails graze your wrist. She drags you up the stairs into her room. You stare in awe, It looks similar to when you were last here but different at the same time.

“You took down the BTS posters?” You take a glance at her as she rummages through her closet for two shirts.

“Figured it was time to grow up i guess” She sighs and pulls out the shirts. 

“You sure it wasnt just your new friends pressuring you? Not that it really matters honestly, just curious.”

“Yes its fine, seriously, YN. I dont get whats your problem is right now, they were just posters.” She throws a purple oversized shirt at you.

“Just asking, No offence and all that” You exhale deeply, “Should i go to the bathroom and change or?” She just nods and you take that as your sign to leave the room.

You reenter the room and she's laying on her bed, Phone in hand. You knock on the door frame, she glances up then pats the side of the bed for you to sit down.

“Sorry by the way. Its not really my place to ask those types of questions.” You sit on the end of her bed.

“Its okay, I'm sorry too by the way. I overreacted a tad.” You observe as she hesitates to interlock hands, You take action as you interlock your pinkies together. 

"I guess i realized how much you've changed. And i guess i wasn't ready to fully realize it." You lay next to her, Brushing shoulders.

[yanderehsr]

Good Day 😊, Can I please request for an angsty headcannon for Jing Yuan with neglected wife reader with this context:

Basically wife reader feels very neglected by Jing Yuan due to him being busy all the time due to him being the general, even during his free time he spends it with Yanqing and preparing him for the future, he neglects the reader for days rarely being home. The reader is disheartened and even when she tries to communicate with Jing Yuan he brushes her off as he puts the Xianzhou Alliance first all the time. Wife reader has had enough when Jing Yuan forgets their anniversary and requests for a divorce. This is when Jing Yuan realizes his mistake and turns Yandere.

-Thank you for reading my request!

No, Thank you for asking😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Forced kissing

You were tired, you tried to keep loving him the same as you always had, but you couldn't anymore. You felt forgotten, Jing Yuan always put the Alliance before you, and even when he got free time he spent that with his protege Yanqing, there was never time for you.

And today was the last straw, it was your anniversary and Jing Yuan was nowhere to be seen. You had prepared a fancy dinner and he even told you that he would be here. After waiting an hour you started to eat by yourself and went to bed, tonight was another cold night without him.

You went to his office the next day, Jing Yuan didn't look up from his paper to acknowledge you. You sighed ,there was no point in prolonging this. You request a divorce, at first it doesn't face him, not until it registers in his head, he finally drops his papers and looks at you, his eyes widened.

He tries to think about why you would want to leave, he can only remember good memories with you, that is until he realises that none of those memories was recent ones. He tries to apologize, he says he wont forget again. But saying sorry doesn't make up for years of neglect. You are tired and even if he somehow changed it would still not rid you of the bad memories.

You apologize, telling Jing Yuan that you still wan't a divorce. You turn to leave, he tries to look for a way so that you can stay, any way will do, but you get closer and closer to getting away. He throws the table aside and rushes towards you, hugging you from behind, he can't let you go, not now.

He repeats apology after apology to you. You struggle against his hold, you had already made up your mind, but all he does is tighten the hug. He's lucky no on else is around, he wouldn't be able to do this otherwise, he turns you around so you're facing him.

You don't understand what Jing Yuan is doing, not until he forces his mouth upon yours, you struggle but he is way too strong. He can't let you leave, he can fix this relationship, he will. And he can start when he has you locked up at home.

Poor little wife, so close to getting away, but now stuck with this toxic husband.

"I can't let you get away, I know that I failed you, but now we can rebuild our relationship. I love you, my dear wife"

Holy crap that was long😅 well, hope it still is good

[ludinusdaleth]

this is something ive had brewing in my mind for a while, but now that this aeor arc seems concluded, im really thinking on ludinus & other calamity survivors, and the idea of no perfect victim & moving forward.

ludinus & leylas are about the same age, have lived the same years. when we meet leylas, she is sending her soldiers to war in large part because she has seen the cycles of exandria unfold so consistently she cannot imagine peace until she defeats her enemy (quana still prays for it, and unity among everyone. but she holds her tongue). ludinus, on the opposite side of the mountains, knows the cycles too. and he thinks he must wage them to break them. leylas worships the luxon to free herself from the gods. ludinus despises the luxon for being seen as a god at all, that leylas as a survivor would dare worship it. both see the exact same thing but in opposite ways. but leylas gives a small smile of surprise when the m9 stop the war of ash & light. she is surprised, but happy to be wrong, in this one moment; her faith in these non dynasty folk paid off. all ludinus, one who hates cycles seeing a cycle caught short, sees, is a loss at taking more beacons, at destroying the "religious drivel" of the luxons religion. at least he can get to work on the big picture, the cycle he actually cares about, over any he enforces.

devexian & alyxian awaken the same year, devexian by the m9, in the ruins of his (and ludinus's) home. he can only laugh dryly at its fate, say it is a cruel joke of history. he picks up the pieces, tries to bring his people back to life. he wants them to start anew. he wants them to let go. if ludinus cant escape the day the city fell then it seems devexian wants nothing more than to leave it for tomorrow. alyxian has been caught in the hell of being a demigod of divinity & ruidis left to rot in half death. (depending on your netherdeep ending) he awakens to a new dawn, suddenly ancient & old in body, but.... free. freed by your party. he was torn asunder by avandra/correlon/sehanine & predathos within him, their powers festering in him as gruumsh destroyed him - and still he tries to be kind, and have faith, even if he is not the warrior he was, even if everything he ever knew was destroyed. he can see society flourish again, even after his & gruumsh's battle destroyed half of marquet. ludinus has seen society rebuild its entire course of time - and all he sees is a world never as brilliant as what it was before.

all of these calamity survivors are completely fucked. leylas is paranoid, losing her mind from living too long, and still haunted by lolth. quana is resigned to stay at her lovers side even as madness takes her when all she wants is unity with others. devexian is clearly so unwilling to face history repeating he wont tell other aeormatons their heritage. alyxian is broken & battered after an eon of nonstop torture.

but they had help from others, from kind souls, who reached a hand out. and they took that kindness and internalized it. and they have vowed to help their people any way they can. to spread that glimmer of hope. to rebuild.

ludinus hasnt. and i think there is deep tragedy in that. i dont know if he has much hope, ironically, beyond raging cleansing fire. in that broad big picture it is both incredibly real & also heartbreaking when recovery falls through the cracks so badly. to have so little of a support group of survivors around you that you smack the hand of those who came out of it differently, and not have known others who could show you it was okay to move on. you hurt other survivors in your refusal to breathe, and live too large to see the others choosing a small destiny. it is unfair to him to had to have suffered and unfair to inflict that on calamity survivors again for your own agenda.

i fixate on him not disagreeing with the bells finding a third option. deep down, he wants to have that hope the others share so fucking bad. we'll see if he ever finds it.

[minminho0]

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◈Empty promises◈

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<Diluc x Reader>

-Angst ~ No comfort

Summary: No matter how sweet his words and promises are, you knew deep down that its just bluff.

Gender: Female

Warnings: Cheating, Neglect, bad writing skills, toxic relationship, leaving without telling a word[thats all i think]

A/n: This story is inspired by @myyaworld

I hope you enjoy~!

(Feel free to correct my grammar)

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It was honestly pretty tiring, sleeping, waking up, and eating without him by your side.

He barely comes home!

You grew tired but you hold on because you thought he will change and you loved him to much.

'Dear Diluc, '

You send him letter every single day but you never get nothing in return to the point that you think that the letters never reached him.

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.

.

You finally grew suspicious when your friend(a worker of his) told you thats hes not coming home to you cuz hes too busy fucking other womens to even think abt you.

You remembered that back then he also cheated on you but asked for forgiveness and said those empty promises he made.

"I promise i will never do it again! Please forgive me!"

"I can never think my life without you"

"I love you, only you! Those other women meant nothing to me"

And blah blah blah

He made so many empty promises that you cant even remember the last time he kept one.

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.

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One day, when he went out to go to work. You saw he forgot his lunch and decided that you can bring it to him.

You went to his bar but before you can even go inside, you saw through the window him with another woman sitting on his lap.

You were stunned but not suprised

You kind of expected this but not so soon..

Its only been 1 month since his last cheat..

Ig it already turned into a routine, a cycle...

Diluc cheating

You finding out

Diluc asking for forgiveness

You forgive him

He gives you affection for 1 week

Then suddenly act like strangers

He cheats

Then the cycle repeats..again..again...and again..

It all started when you two got married

He wasn't like this before..

Back then..

He always makes time for you even if its just short..

He pampers you with affection everyday

You always go to bed snuggled on him

You eat with him

You hang out with him

And etc.

But now?

Why?

Did he got bored of you after 6 years of being together?

Well..you cant blame him, after 6 years with being with someone and always drowning yourself with work, of course he got tired and wanted to try someone new..

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.

You got tired of this cycle

You patiently waited for him for years but in the end..you got nothing but lies.

You were so..delusional..and always at your own little world thinking things thats probably not possible..

Thats why, you get your hopes up for nothing.

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.

'Dear Diluc,'

You wrote Diluc one final letter..

You were done, you were hurt

You were leaving him for good

.

You wrote at the letter on

how unhappy you both are

How it good if you both seperate ways

How you wont be coming back

How your hurt

Everything you felt

You put it all there..

But you didn't tell him that your moving to liyue..

Your mother needs assistant and asked you to help her when your free, you accepted and will be leaving in a few minutes...

You left the letter at the counter, where it is visible when he comes home.

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You started packing your things on a suitcase.

You left your ring

You left everything that he gave you so you wont feel in dept.

You put on your coat and headed out the door.

You gave one last look at the house before leaving for good.

You were finally free.

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*Masterlist*

Heyy i hope you enjoyed it!

Sorry its a bit short!🫠

-January 23 2023

[xamaxenta]

Nah it’s the same anon sending in multiple deranged asks I’m in a ‘should be committed to an asylum’ mood

On that topic do you think it’s possible to erotically drown a devil fruit user. Idk I’m just thinking horrible thoughts about sabo on a pristine beach forcefully using haki to shove ace under as he kicks and thrashes on desperate animal instinct but can’t break free. The water is weakening him into a forced kind of distant compliance and even as the sea water stings in his lungs and he can feel his consciousness slipping away. He’s quenched in a way, the fire put out for sabo to have free reign to do horrible things until sabo hauls him out and forced air into aces lungs for a painful choking revival that leaves ace shuttering and heaving at sabos feet, easily able to be grabbed and forced back under again to repeat.

Marco is up the beach playing ‘lifeguard’ jerking off with a margarita

My pupils hypothetically dilating like a cat thats seen something it fucking WANTS and god . I want this

Pristine beach Already salivating its picturesque white sand glimmering waves clear aquamarine waters and there Sabo is drowning Ace in the shallows lmao

Like its erotic asphyxiation bc hands wont do it anymore haki wont do it anymore Ace wants to feel the drain and Sabos like oh. I can do worse and then shoves him under and Ace has never been so lightheaded and wanton

“Fire snuffed out for sabo to have free reign to do whatever horrible things” <- heart eyes 🥰 all tmyhe nasty duxkingb shit he could do with someone as powerful as Ace all limp noodled and soggy choking on salt water

Breathes life into him, cpr could be sexy if its MAS i swear and then rinse repeat until Ace actually ends up unconscious and Marco has to put aside his lifeguard duties to play medic for a bit shame it takes so long considering his boner is hindering him and Sabos set his sights on him as the next target

:3c

[dinoace2]

Lives Changed

One of the part twos to this

Tw knife, blood, vampire

500 words, post-game so idk if it counts as spoiler

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"Make your choice, Ancunin!"

The Ascendant was quiet for a long moment, then he smiled, his tone light and friendly. "My dear, if you had problems with anything, why didn't you say so? I've told you before...if you need anything, simply ask for it, and it shall be yours. I havent heard you voice any such concerns before. If you were unhappy, you could have mentioned it..."

She scowled. "Shame on me to have thought I would hear honesty from your mouth ever again. My request to be changed was one of the few that I would repeat. And all the times I asked, your response was always 'all in due time, my love.' Well." She adjusted her grip on the knife. "That time is long overdue."

Astarion was still for a long moment, weighing his options.

Eventually, he sighed. "I see how it is, pet. Lower the knife and drink your fill."

He paused, and his tone changed...he almost sounded...like himself again, after so long. "...darling...please, do not misunderstand. I love you dearly. I always have, and I fear I always will. I won't force you to leave after this, but if that is truly what you want...I will not stop you."

She took a deep breath, and, not once moving the knife, leaned down and sunk her teeth into his flesh. He flinched, wincing as he felt the blood drain from his neck, and he felt...oddly lightheaded.

She licked her lips, then cleaned the fresh wound on his neck, feeling a new power course through her body. She was stronger....more alert...

Better.

She stood up, continuing to hold the knife out toward the man she once loved. "...i...appreciate your offer, truly. But...i...I don't know if I can trust you anymore. Not now." She sighed. "...perhaps one day. Eternity is a long time, after all." She walked backwards until she reached the door.

She opened it and began to step out, but paused with one foot through the door. "Astarion...." she whispered. "...thank you."

"This was a gift, you know. I wont forget it."

~~~~~

Once she left the Ancunin manor, her legs buckled. She fell to her knees outside, choking on wracked sobs and shaking breath. She almost felt like she could have vomited up the blood she just drank. Did she really do that? Had she truly defied her vampiric master...and gotten away with it? It just didn't seem possible...but...finally, at long last...she was free.

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(Epilogue)

After many days spent traveling by moonlight, cowering under tarp and rooftop alike by day, and fighting the aching hunger in the depths of her stomach, the infant vampire finally arrived at her intended destination.

A land that, nearly a century prior, had been under siege of a deadly, dark curse. Nearly a century before, the curse was lifted by the vampiress and her friends.

Nowadays there stood a thriving village, occupied by teifling families that Halsin once helped and guided.

The old Druid opened his door, looking down at the creature knelt at his feet. He smiled, creases forming at the corner of his eyes. "Ah, Lady Ancunin...it is nice to see you. It's been a long time, old friend. What brings you here?"

"You...were the first person i thought of when i was trying to figure out where to go."

He paused, his smile fading slightly. "...Where is Astarion?"

She let out a shaky sigh. "...its...a long story...and im terribly sorry for showing up unannounced...but...may I come in?"

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Thanks for reading! :]

[fearandhatred]

Okay okay okay a word for leanne!!!!!

How about "ripe"? 💛

you're so sick for sending me this word right after i wrote my vore poem lmaoo /affectionate. anyway voodoo magic rapunzel plant, anyone?

<3

it would do you well to be happy. it's what aziraphale hears from crowley's mouth most often, and what he repeats obsessively to himself most days now. it would do you well to be happy. it would do you well to be happy.

if water itself isn't wet, is it possible to not gain happiness from being happy? aziraphale would say so. apparently the act of smiling can trick a human brain into actually being happy, but he isn't human, and it doesn't work on him.

still, it would do him well to be happy. it would do them both well for him to be happy, for now.

the humans have a curious little fairytale: a story of a girl with long, golden, magical hair, borne of a magical flower that can heal. rejuvenate. immortalise. they would be delighted to find that something like that really exists. they would be delighted, and then they would weaponise it, as humans are wont to do.

demons too, as it turns out. not so different from humans, just with the added ability to actually create such a thing.

aziraphale isn't exactly locked in a tower, although this facade of freedom that he has might be worse. whenever he leaves the bookshop, free as he is told he is to do whatever he is told he fancies, crowley tells him it would do you well to be happy. remember what i can do to you.

aziraphale doesn't know exactly what the plant can do, magical-properties wise, and he isn't sure crowley knows either. more specifically, he doesn't know what the plant can do for crowley that he doesn't already have. but it wouldn't do him any good to ask. he's not sure he wants to know.

all he knows, and all he has to, is that his happiness fuels the plant's growth. that one day, crowley had, unsuspectingly, took out a piece of him like god had with adam's rib, and somehow tied his essence to that plant. and so it grows from his happiness. and so he dies if the plant does. and so if the plant grows to its fullest, he... well, it remains to be seen. it's just a little give and take, except it's all parasitic with no benefits.

it started with a seed, then a stem—just one—and a flower. it grew slowly, an inch every few years, and now the flower has bloomed. it isn't over yet, though, crowley told him. that's how he phrased it. not the plant hasn't fully grown, but it isn't over yet.

then, in the middle of the thriving, deceptively sunflower-yellow petals: a fruit. green with immaturity, inedible hardness. it won't always look like this, crowley told him, as if he were really the mother to a young and ignorant daughter, unknowing of how any of the outside world functioned. but they both knew better. i know, he said back, and smiled.

it's uncertainty that's more agonising than anything, even the certainty of agony. the last few days—there is no timeline to the growth of a magical one-of-a-kind plant, but anticipation brews in accordance with the law anyway—buzz with a flat sort of curiosity, morbid on aziraphale's part, or maybe the both of theirs. that depends on how much crowley cares about what happens to him. still, or maybe because of this, he goes about his day as he always does. when he comes back in for the final time each night, he casts a glance over to the plant by the fireplace. he's trained himself to look only once a day, only then, as if the plant is an inconsequential part of his life. each night there's nothing, and he's relieved, and disappointed.

he doesn't sleep, but he does retire, and it's a perfectly normal morning when he leaves his room to the faint aroma of tea awaiting him below. he pads downstairs and sits next to crowley on the couch, where he's slid a cup of tea across the small round table. steaming hot and with a cube of sugar, just how he likes it. when he looks up to murmur his thanks, the look on crowley's face stops him short. it's nothing out of the ordinary, the same golden eyes and face lines, save for the barely-there, malevolent smirk. aziraphale isn't stupid. he looks over at the plant.

and oh, look. the fruit is finally ripe.

[dannystheone]

helloo!! i see you’re into south park! could i request a drabble for a tickle fight between kyle and cartman? i think the duo would be really interesting since they both are very strong headed and wont back down from a challenge. i love your blog so much :) have an amazing day!

(also feel free to ignore this if you dont want to!!)

Thank you for your kind words! Y'all are so sweet lol :') Sorry this took a second longer to get out to you, we love six-day working weeks over here. But this pairing is funny to me I love Cartman annoying Kyle I think it's hilarious

This is not a ship fic! I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: KIDS SWEARING

Cartman vs. Kyle (Lee Cartman/Kyle Ler Cartman/Kyle)

Cartman and Kyle both want to play with the same toy at the same time. The obvious solution to this is to fight to the death!

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Kyle had invited the guys over to his house to play trucks. Kenny and Stan brought their own trucks, as well as Cartman. The group had fun, rescuing princesses with the help of their bulldozers and GT Cruisers.

The boys played well into the afternoon, with Kyle's mom catering lunch for them. But eventually, Stan and Kenny had to return to their homes, leaving Kyle and Cartman behind to play with each other.

"Rrrrrhhhmmm... rumble rumble rumble, oh no, I need more gas! I'm going to the gas station, Detective Silver!" Kyle called out. Kyle rolled his Purple McLaren to the 'gas station', which was an empty space inhabited by a Lego man standing behind a Lego brick.

"Khhh- Dr. Jew you're really breaking my balls here. I repeat you are breaking my balls." Cartman pretended to speak into a radio as he bulldozed some trucks out of his path on the carpet.

"Cartman! I told you my name was General Rogard!" Kyle looked up from the 'gas station' while Cartman mashed trucks together.

"Oh I'm sorry General, turns out our intelligence tells us you're a money-grabbing Jew who can't be trusted to steal the Document of Truth! We'll have to intercept your mission, right about nyah." Cartman reached for a police cruiser while Kyle reached out for the same toy.

"Fine, intercept me! I have the Chief of Police to back me up!" Kyle and Cartman's hands touched as they pulled for the same toy.

"Cartman give me the car!" Kyle was laying on his belly, his legs waving in the air. Cartman was sitting upright, so he had a better grip on the car.

"Myeh- myeeeeh- let go, Kyle! The police have to intercept you cause you're a no-good stinking Jeeewww!~" Cartman pulled the car away from Kyle's hand, to which Kyle stood up and tried to steal it back.

"Cartman, it's my car! It's mine! Give it back!" Kyle tried to reach into Cartman's hands to take it, but Cartman shielded the car with his back.

"Nuh uuuhhh Kyle! I need the car to intercept youuu!" Kyle growled and punched Cartman's back, which was like punching a sack of rice.

"Give it back fatass! It's my toy!" Kyle's fists curled tightly as he grew increasingly frustrated. Cartman stood up off the floor and hid the toy behind his back.

"I'm afraid there's only one solution to this, Kyle. We both want the cruiser, that much is apparent. Perchance, I give you this solution-" Kyle crossed his arms angrily and shot Cartman a venomous look.

"You can't just use 'perchance' in any sentence you want, dumbass-" Cartman reached forward and shushed Kyle's lips. Kyle swat his hand away.

"-We fight. To the death. Winner takes the police cruiser, and bragging rights at the bus stop." Kyle glowered at Cartman.

"That sounds retarded. Just give me back the toy, it's mine anyway." Kyle held out his hand for the toy, while Cartman placed the car on a high shelf instead.

"We'll have to battle it out, Kyle. There's no other solution."

"There's plenty of other-! ...Fine, Cartman. We battle it out, and I kick your ass. And you'll go to school tomorrow with bruises and a busted lip, all because you didn't want to give me back my damn cruiser!" Cartman wagged his finger underneath his green mitten.

"Ohoho, don't be so eager, Kyle. We all know I'm more than meets the eye." Kyle scoffed at that.

"And I thought your ass couldn't get any bigger. Alright, let's begin then." The boys pushed the toys out of the way and centered themselves in the middle of the carpet.

"You're gonna get your ass beat, Cartman." Both boys started shucking off their gloves.

"We'll have to see about that, Kyle." Cartman was acting weirdly calm about their fight. It did phase Kyle a little; he'd have to be on his guard.

Kyle took the first step and swung at Cartman. His fist connected to Cartman's chin, making Cartman's head jolt back. Kyle swung another fist toward Cartman, but Cartman grabbed his elbow.

"Ugh! Let go of me lard-ass! I'm getting that car back!" Kyle bucked and struggled against Cartman, who, seemingly out of nowhere, got the upper hand.

"Shut up Kyle! The police are intercepting you and that's final!" Cartman wrestled Kyle to the floor, Kyle gritting his teeth and kneeling on the carpet.

"Get the hell off me Cartman!" Kyle groaned as Cartman overpowered him with his oppressive weight. Cartman had Kyle's arms held behind his back, both his wrists in one fat grip.

"Oh, not so confident now are you Kyle? Well, let's see what happens when I show 'General Rogard' the ace up my sleeve!" Cartman snuck a hand over Kyle's trapped arm and started squishing in his side.

"Wh- Cahahartman! Stohohop!" Kyle tried to wrestle away from Cartman, frantic now, but they only sunk closer to the floor.

"Oh, what happened to my black eye Kyle? My busted lip? I'm not seeing it anywhere Kyle?" Kyle tried to hold in his laughter, he'll be damned if Cartman won, but the further they sunk to the floor the more agency Cartman had over squeezing Kyle's side.

"Thahahat's cheheheheating!! Yohohou're plahahaying dirty!" Kyle spat; trying to get any purchase on the carpet despite being brought to his knees.

"No cheating if we didn't set up any rules, Kyle! Oh the sweet victory of defeating Kyle, I can see it now..." Cartman's voice turned wistful as he released Kyle's wrists just to squeeze both his hands into Kyle's sides.

Kyle squealed a manly sound as he fell completely to the floor, his front sliding on the carpet. Cartman kneeled close to Kyle and tazed his fingers into Kyle's sides. Kyle's eyes narrowed in his laughter.

"Looks like I'm going to win this battle, Kyle. That's what happens when you don't respect my authori-tah." Kyle forced his elbow up and behind him in a jerking motion, his elbow connecting to Cartman's chest.

Cartman backed off of Kyle and held the sore spot that was elbowed. "Myeeeh- Myeeeh Kyle- I was supposed to wiiin-" Kyle picked himself off the floor and all but launched himself at Cartman.

"RAAAH!-" Kyle let out a battle cry and shoved his hands into Cartman's sides; wriggling his fingers non-too-gently into Cartman's skin.

Laughter started bubbling up in Cartman's chest as he tried to fight back Kyle's hands. "Y-Yohou wohon't gehehet me thahat easy, Kyle!" Kyle had a disgusted face on as his fingers disappeared into Cartman's sides.

"Eugh- it's like playing in warm jello. And the jello is wearing clothes. And the jello is a fatass-" Despite Kyle's insults, Kyle's words seemed to make Cartman laugh harder. Cartman gripped Kyle's wrists and tried to wrench Kyle's arms away, but Kyle's fingers latched themselves in his ribs.

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup Kyle! Gehehehet ohohohoff of myah!" Kyle grimaced at his friend choking out his laughs. Kyle had no interest in seeing Cartman tickled (he'd much prefer Stan and Kenny over this racist piece of-) but it was good to see Cartman get a taste of his medicine.

"No! You're gonna give me back that fucking car, Cartman!" Kyle knelt on Cartman's thigh to get closer and shot his hands up into Cartman's armpits to wriggle his fingers in there. Cartman snorted and narrowed his eyes in his booming laughs.

"Nohohoho! Thahahahat's my cahahar!" Cartman growled and forced his way forward, barreling his way through Kyle's hands and latching his own fingers into Kyle's waist. He began to squeeze violently.

"Pfft-ahahahaha! Owhohohow Cartman! Thahat hurhurts!!" Kyle had a pained laugh as he retreated and giggled loudly. Cartman dug in further, his thumbs driving into Kyle's hips just above his jeans.

"Then give up the car, Kyle! You greedy Jew!" Cartman squeezed his thumbs into Kyle's hip divets repeatedly; Kyle curling up on the floor and belting out hiccupy laughter.

"I- I'm nahahat greedy!! *Hic!* Yohohou fahahat ahahahass! *Hic!*" Kyle reached upwards and gripped Cartman's side, and wriggled his fingers in them.

Cartman's fingers died off on Kyle's hips, but forced them to stay latched to the divets. "Kyhyhyhyle! Yohohohou get ohohohoff of myah!" The boys began actual tickle fighting at that point; with Kyle wrestling back Cartman's arms and driving his hand into Cartman's armpit, and Cartman attempting to squeeze Kyle's arm into his side to still his fingers and squish Kyle's hips.

"Nohohoho! *Hic!* Yohohohou gehehehet ohohohoff of mehehehe!" Kyle snickered and jolted with every zap that was delivered to his hips. Cartman laughed above Kyle, his armpit getting assaulted by Kyle's fingers.

"Kyhyhyhyle! I'm seriously!" Cartman growled and delivered rapid-fire pokes to Kyle's tummy. Kyle's arms hung limp by his side as he cackled out, his legs kicking out at random.

"CARTMAN!! Stohohohohop!" Kyle tried bringing his knee up to save himself, but Cartman squished Kyle's knee enough to force it back down.

"Looks like you've been properly intercepted, Kyle- AYE!" Kyle wrestled Cartman's hands off of his stomach and forced his hands into Cartman's ribs. Or, where he assumed Cartman's ribs were. Kyle winced as he all but shook his fingers into Cartman's ribcage like he was choking them.

"That's my goddamn police cruiser, dough boy! And I'm getting it back-"

"Kyle? Cartman?" Kyle and Cartman looked up from their position on the floor, their eyes wide and unblinking. Stan stood in the doorway, a quizzical look on his face.

"Stan? What are you doing here?" Kyle asked, pushing Cartman away and rolling off the floor.

"Oh, I came back to get my police cruiser." Stan looked around Cartman's room before spotting it on a high shelf. "Oh, there it is." Stan walked over to grab the cruiser.

"W-Wait, your cruiser? That's my cruiser!" Kyle pointed to his chest.

"Nuh-uh, that's my policeman car!" Cartman pointed to the car Stan was holding.

"Oh, no I've had this car since Christmas. My mom bought me a whole set of them, but I lost them all. This is the only one I have left." Stan explained nonchalantly.

"My mom bought me that exact same set!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Hey, my mom bought me that too! Gentlemen, I'm afraid we have no other choice." Cartman folded his hands behind his back and looked out the bedroom window dramatically.

"We'll have to fight..."

"...to the death."

[maestro04yayyy]

So some times ago i posted here the start for my antivillain au fic, today I continued it a little, i am not sure if I will leave it like this when and if I post it on ao3, actually i think this is where i should stop the first chapter, i think it is a good point but I wanted to do longer chapters and this is kinda short(1268 words).

This aside please if you want read this and comment or give me tips or insult me I don't know

“remember to eat at least four times a day”.

“yes chloe”

“and to drink lot of water”

“yes chloe”

“and if roger says anything stupid to you just call me, i will give him a piece of my mind”

Sabrina smiled sadly, eyes blinking quickly to avoid shedding tears before throwing herself against Chloe to hug tightly her best friends,  “thanks Chloe” she hiccuped sometimes before stating,”I will be very lonely while you are away…”.

Chloe's heart clenched painfully hearing the sadness in her voice and once again cursed herself for not having been able to skip the family trip, but right now Sabrina was the priority.

She hugged her friend back and started drawing circles in her back to help calm her down, in other circumstances she wouldn't do that in public, especially where her family could see them, but now it wasn't important for her.

“Hey Brina, don't worry, it's just for a month and you can call me anytime, no matter the time or how many times a day” Chloe stated while kissing her friend's forehead, not caring that tears and snots were ruining her clothes.

Sabrina just continued to cry, not letting go of Chloe when Chloe had an idea.

“Hey Brina, why don't you try to hang out with our classmate while I'm gone? i am sure that adrien would be happy to do it if he is free, Alix too and ugh dupain-cheng would immediately throw you some kind of party with the whole class, this way you wont feels as lonely”

That made Sabrina pause a little, enough to stop the tears at least, as she moved her head slightly to look at her friend's face while still resting her chin against Chloe's chest.

“it wouldn't be the same, they aren't like you….” she said that but Chloe could see in her eyes that her friends were still thinking about it.

“Of course they aren't like me, nobody is even near my level of perfection, beauty, confidence and humility,” she said with a smile on her face.

It made Sabrina laugh, initially it was just a smile, then a chuckle but after that she had to use Chloe for support while she bends over laughing.

Chloe gave her a playful shove, “what's so funny? i am only saying the truth”

Sabrina pulled herself together after a good minute, still smiling widely and while clearing her face with her sleeves she simply said,”yes, you are”, and Chloe felt her eyes watering a little.

“CLAUDIA!!! what taking you so long! come here immediately or we are leaving you here!” audrey yelled from the base of the plane, a public one, andre didn't want to use a private jet so near to the next elections, something about complains about the environment or social classes, chloe doesn't really know, she didn't listened to his explanation just like she did not listened to audreys loud and useless complains.

Chloe frowned a little at the name but also rolled her eyes, “if only she could actually do it” she said with a sigh.

she kissed the red head one last time on the forehead, “give it a try Brina, you got nothing to lose” she then added with a soft smile,” i will be back before you say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”

Sabrina tried to repeat the word but fumbled on the second sillabe, she blushed a little but gave Chloe her goodbyes anyway.

Sabrina goes back to her father, who is waiting for her inside the airport while Chloe turns her back and hastily takes a few tissues from her bag to clean herself before Audrey can notice and complain about her getting dirty while she walk inside the plane.

Thankfully that woman didn’t seem to notice or care about Chloe's appearance once she got inside.

so she just get to her seat and put her violin case in its spot and sit, dropping her bag one her legs.

she rest her head against the seat while taking a deep sigh

“ehm…hi chloe” chloe just glances to her side, to the seat next to hers, and just sees the nervous and fidgeting figure of her step-sister or how she likes to call her “the liar”.

“hello” she deadpans

Her very unenthusiastic reply seemed to only increase Zoe's discomfort and nervousness until she went completely silent but kept fidgeting with her hands.

Chloe glared at her and she finally stopped moving.

A few minutes later the plane took off and Chloe was really really glad her parents were on the other side a few seats away, she doesn't think she can stand being near her mother for so long.

if only the liar would stop moving so much…..

“god zoe, why are you so fucking nervous!” she stated, pointing her index finger at her.

That seemed to do the trick since she went completely still. but Chloe just stared at her until she finally opened her mouth to answer.

“You and Sabrina are really close” she blurted out and Chloe had to take a moment to process what she said since she didn’t expect that answer.

she eyed her cautiously but agreed,” yeah we are, ever since we were three”

“oh” was all the damn liar said and Chloe could feel her blood rushing a little faster as she clenched her hands on the armrests of the chair.

she glared at her, “you are avoiding the question” she declared, already frustrated.

This made her look away and Chloe had half a mind to hit her but after a couple of deep breaths she looked back at her and said, “it’s….” She paused and looked away again, her eyes darting everywhere in the plane besides Chloe but finally she continued, still looking away from her and her eyes blinking rapidly, “it’s my father….i..i don’t know if i am ready to see him again….”

Chloe's eyes softened a little at that, “ how is he? Audrey's level of asshole or Andre's level?”

“Andre isn’t so bad” Zoe immediately defended him.

Chloe just rolled her eyes and prompted her to answer the question with a not so gentle elbow to her side.

“hey!” she complained but after seeing chloe’s glare answered the question, “ he isn’t as bad as audrey…..i think, i-i never really saw him very much” Chloe could relate to that but said nothing.

“ He just dropped me off at that boarding school. full of snob, rich brats as soon as he could…... .the only memories of him that i have are those of my childhood but…”

“ There isn't much even there right?” Chloe finished for her.

Zoe just looked up at her, “yes…”

Chloe took a long look at her…..sister and sighed, “you know you don’t have to see him right?”

the wide eyes she gave her made Chloe chuckle a little,” why are you so surprised? this trip is only because ANDRE wants to meet him, you or i can do whatever we want and just avoid him” she said smiling.

“Are you sure chloe?” she asked with such earnest and hopeful eyes that Chloe couldn’t resist the action to pet her head affectionately.

“yes, i am. and even if he shows i will just punch him in his shitty face” she said confidently, making her laugh.

Chloe smiled a little wider at the sounds, she looked just like Adrien a moment ago after all and Chloe would do everything to protect him.

but the moment passed and went away and Chloe spent the rest of the flight listening to music and ignoring The Liar.

[starlitgroves]

more syscourse cause im mad feel free to skip

im not gonna tag this or mention anyone specifically because i dont want to be fucking attacked but our largely inflated sense of justice is going GRGRGRGGR so i need to make my point a bit here so im sure weve all seen the pluralpunk system punk argument currently going on, at this point i was about to go yay !! new tag so people will stop bitching and leave each other alone !!! but noooooo someone went and made a flag going grgr i hate anti endos heres a flag with a dead animal in the mouth of its predator. which, weird in the first place to make that, why are you so pressed its a tag on tumblr pls go touch grass, but depicting a prey animal DEAD on a flag 'reclaiming a term from the evil stupid antis' is?? did you not connect the dots??? that people would interpret it this way???? like if its reallyyy about the field of psychiatry as a whole sure whatever, but don't get mad at people for missing your symbolism when the thing youre symbolising had nothing to do with the conversation.

and THEN theres the people attacking the person who pointed this out are?? are they ok??? like, idk abotu yall but they probably just opened the syspunk tag, saw that bullshit, blocked, then went 'hey guys thats really weird' on their own account, they most likely !!! did not go snooping on that persons account first to see if that person has a cdd or not before blocking because !!! thats kinda weird !!! same thread for the people who are going 'I HAVE A FUCKKING CDD BITCH YOU FCUCKING BITCH WE HATE YOU ANTI ENDOS ARE EVIL YOURE VICTIMISING YOURSELF BECAUSE ME AND THIS OTHER RANDOM GUY AND THE CREATOR OF THE FLAG HAVE CDDS' compared to the people i have personally seen saying 'chains + predator + its dead prey + creator aggressively hating a group of people = people in that group thinking it was targeted' girl.... nobody cares if you have a cdd or not you're just mean, youre just yelling at abused kids, idc if you were also or are also an abused kid, having a shit life does not make you unable to make someone elses life shittier also even the creators response if awful,, like 'idc if you feel unsafe by the possible insinuation that people are going to hurt you' ??? weird which brings me to YET ANOTHER POINT because no im not done i could talk about how stupid some people are forever the extremely negative generalisations (which are on both side, but i'm specifically referencing the response from the flag maker, specifically specifically "tbh If it made anti endos feel unsafe..I kinda don’t care lol anti endos never made anyone feel safe" do you now see how cynical that is?? why do i feel like i have to beg people to treat each other with like a smidge of humanity, like are you reading this?? you dont care if you make other human beings feel unsafe like thats not even really my point but i have to keep coming back to that bit there but like actually my point is, stop talking to each other, i'm being so fr, youre like evil siblings that need their own corner but get jealous then ruin it then argue then need their own corner and the cycle just repeats, use the tag filters, use tags properly, if you dont like a post, block the user, i thought this was basic internet knowledge and btw !! this is coming from someone who is technically anti endo, but you know what !! i interact with endos and other system types on discord servers and stuff because it is (and let me say it real loud for the people who have their head in the ground) A PUBLIC SPACE. if you dont want to interact with an individual so bad, it is your job to facilitate that, but guess what !! theres always going to be overlap because not everyone can control everything, so everyones best bet is to just shut your mouth, please i am begging shut your mouth, if you happen to come across one another accidentally and it comes up, just say smth like "i know we wont agree on this topic, so lets not talk about it" because lets be so fr, there are bigger issues, which i know sounds very hypercritical of someone who has spent the last however long typing this out but whatever, because its the internet nobody will care by tomorrow, just treat each other like people

[yumeasmrscript]

[Part 3] [M4F] Drowning in lust within the prince’s web [Spicy] [Love triangle] [Prince VA x Listener] [Yandere? Dom Prince] [Dark romance] [Fantasy] [BD/SM] [Drugged/willing listener] [Ropes] [Oral] [S3x] [Dirty talking] [Praise]

Author's note: Hi everyone! It’s been so long since I’ve last written something this spicy and now I just want to go hide somewhere and ask forgiveness for my sins lol, but still, I hope you will enjoy this!

Part three of the series is here now, and soon I’ll post the 4M and 4A version of part three, available on ScriptBin. There you can easily find part 1 and 2 if you missed them!.

This part it’s just… smut. So if you feel uncomfortable, you can either skip the more explicit scenes and just stick to the spicy stuff at the beginning and the ending, or you can just skip to part four directly, as this part doesn’t give much more to the story itself, sooo it’s up to you!

You can monetize with this script and, since it’s NSFW, you can paywall it too as long as you provide me a copy of the audio, in both cases please credit me and let me know, I’d love to listen to your fills!

You are free to edit sfx, moods, as long as it doesn’t change too much the story or the character(s) involved, and since English is not my first language, you are free to edit anything that might sound weird to you! NB: You can find the full NSFW script on scriptbin (I'll put the link below when things gets more explicit)

Summary (for listener): The prince led you into his chamber and formally asked you to become his wife. To ensure that there is no room for anyone else in your heart, he is willing to use any means necessary. Now, trapped in his web, you can only surrender to his love: your skin craves his touch, your lips his kisses. And, kissing your shivering butterfly wings, the Prince desires nothing more than make you his.

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[Action/Things/Moods] Emphasis on a specific word/Thoughts

[Charming] I wonder, princess, is this your first time? You look so adorable when you’re embarrassed, and I must say, that your trembling turns me on even more. I’m eager to touch you, and I’m sure that you too want it so badly, but there’s no need to rush.

[Dominant] Remember, princess, that when I tell you to do something, you will do as I say. You are allowed to beg, and you can talk to me only if asked a question. And whatever your answer will be, you will always address me as Master. Be sure to remember that, princess, or I’ll have to punish you.

Now… [Charming] Your dress is gorgeous, but it’s kind of in the way now, don’t you think? [Whispering] What shall I do now? Should I tear it apart? Should I order you to undress in front of me? Should I just… creep underneath with my fingers? Caressing gently your legs, your waist…

[Chuckle] We only just started, princess. I knew it, though, that you were a greedy girl. You can’t even wait for a little bit, and you already want so much more. [Whispering] I’ll give it to you, if you behave, princess.

Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Finally. You don’t even know how I longed for someone like you. [Whispering] Start begging, princess, because I’ll hardly be able to control myself tonight. [Kiss]

[Darker] Don’t move. I don’t remember giving you permission to touch my cheeks or hair when I kiss you. Maybe I should just bind your wrist, to make sure you won’t make any more mistakes here. And, this ribbon here… might be useful for that. I have plenty, to be honest, but isn’t this so much better? Removing it from your dress, will make it loose too. [Sound of fabric, the ribbon is removed]

[Charming] What’s that expression? You’re being turned on for so little? [Chuckle] Get up, princess.

[Dominant] I said, get up. I won’t punish you now, not yet, for not doing as I say right away. But I wont’ be so merciful next time you’ll make me repeat myself twice. [Whispering] Do you understand, princess?

Good girl. Raise your arms. [Wrists are getting tied] And, for now, let’s leave you like this. Isn’t it nice? This balcony bad has a bar on top of each side, it’s so useful when I just want to hang a rope from there. The ribbon works just fine too, doesn’t it? Even if you wanted, you can’t lower your arms like this. I wonder, now… [Curious, but in a creepy/horny way?] how long will I have to wait before your dress falls off, with nothing let to keep it up? [Chuckle]

[Soft dom] The more your cheeks turn red, the more I enjoy it, princess. [Kisses] The more the dress comes off, the more I can kiss your skin. Tell me, do you like it, princess?

[Slap]

[Darker] I thought the rules were clear to you. You should address me the way I told you. And I went gentle here, don’t challenge me: your face won’t be the only red thing otherwise. Since we have just started, I’d love to wait a little more bit before ruining you. [Chuckle] [Charming, but still dark] I’ll make sure that you will remember how I made every mark your body will have tomorrow morning. And, if you don’t, I might have to make some more.

[Charming] Oh… it looks like your dress isn’t bothering us anymore now. Look at you, princess, your body is just perfect. I adore your curves… [Kisses] Where is it more sensitive, princess? Is it your neck? [Kiss] Or maybe your belly? [Kiss] ...Maybe your inner thighs? [Kiss]

[Chuckle] It looks like the more I kiss you, the more you moan. Doesn’t matter where, you still enjoy it. You just want it all, don’t you? [Mocking, in a horny way] What a greedy princess you are.

[Serious] Hm? Your arms are getting numb? If you behave, maybe I’ll let you lower them. You’ve been making so much noise here, if you manage to keep quiet, I’ll let your arms get some rest. [Gentle] How does that sound, princess? Will you be a good girl and stay silent?

[Chuckle] We’ll see that. [Footsteps] I hope you don’t mind if I blindfold you. Not that you can do anything to stop me anyway. [Putting blindfold on] Isn’t it better now? You only need to focus on my voice, on my touch…

[Spank] [Whispering] Quiet, princess, quiet. Or you’re going to stay like this for a long time. [Spank] That’s better. [Spank] You’re being such a good girl. [Spank] Do you like it? Do you like being spanked like this?

[Laugh] [Charming] How clever, nodding instead of answering directly. You really are a good girl, so obedient. I wonder how much should I push you until you’ll break the rule again? [Chuckle] Oh, I can see it now. My princess just wants to rest her arms, right? You act like a good girl because you want your prize, not because you really are one. My princess is a bratty girl underneath the obedience mask, isn’t she? [Kiss] I like it more this way, princess. It will be much more fun forcing you to behave, than seeing you obeying right away like a well-trained pet. Because... if anyone is going to train you to behave [whispering] that’s going to be me. [Spank]

[Chuckle] [Gentle]You earned your prize, princess. Let’s untie the ribbon from the bar. [Pause] There you go. Can you feel the blood going back to your fingers? Good. And what do you say when someone does something for you?

[Choking the listener] [Whispering, creepy] I don’t think I’ve heard you well enough. Say it again, maybe correctly this time, and I’ll let go of your neck. It must be hard breathing now, but I’m sure you’ll put an effort in saying what you should. [Pause] That’s better, princess. [Happy sigh] Stay still, I’ll make your body much more beautiful. [Footsteps]

[Grabbing the rope, tying the listener up, sound of chain form the collar] [Charming] Tied up like this, is so much better. The pattern of the rope is so pretty on you, just like the collar you wear. When I hold the chain, you look exactly like a cute little pet. Now, slowly, on the bed. There you go… How does it feel? You’re so exposed to me, and yet you can’t do anything to stop me. Based on the way you changed the rhythm of your breathing, you really are into this. [Laugh] I don’t even remember the last time I had so much fun. I knew it, I knew it, you would have liked it. I told him, and I was right. Oh, princess, this definitely wasn’t a coincidence.

If I have to be honest, even without making you drink that, I’m pretty sure you would have enjoyed it anyway. Because that’s who you really are, right? [Darker] A greedy girl who wants to be tied up and used, a bratty princess who loves to be punished. [Whispering] Oh, my darling, you don’t even know how hard you make me. But if you want to be fucked like the slut you are, you’ll have to implore me.

[Pause]

[Mocking] I can’t hear you, princess, raise your trembling voice a little bit. But careful, if you’re too loud, some of the servants outside might hear you too. You don’t want to let everyone know how much you want to be fucked, do you? [Chuckle]

[Darker] How I love it when you beg like this. But, you keep forgetting something important. Are you doing that on purpose, princess? You really want to be punished, don’t you? I wonder… how should I punish you now? [Chuckle] You know, I really love your stubbornness on not following my rules. It really makes this a lot more fun. But what’s the point of punishing you with something you like? I might spank you again, but that’s what you’re looking for. You want to be spanked, choked. And here that a punishment becomes a prize. No, no, this is not how it works, princess.

I guess… you’ll just have to wait some more. You begged for me to fuck you, so the best punishment would be to make you wait even more that moment. On the other hand, though… why should I give up having fun myself with you? It’s your punishment, not mine. So…

[Sound of chain being pulled closer] [Whispering] Why don’t we just put that mouth of yours to good use? Maybe, like this, you will learn how to properly address me. Come on, princess, open up your pretty lips… [Laugh] [Charming] I knew it. Gosh, you’re so impatient. You don’t even care where, you just want my cock inside you. Oh, princess. If you want to suck me, and I’m pretty sure you do, you’ll have to earn it.

Oh, now, you beg in the way you should? [Laugh] Unfortunately, that’s too late, princess. But keep your mouth open, I’m not going to be so merciless with you. [Dominant] Good girl, now that’s better… Just stay like this, and feel my fingers on your tongue. Suck them, lick them. Careful with your teeth, you don’t want something that forces your mouth open all the time, right? That would be so uncomfortable for you to wear. That’s better. Look at you. [Chuckle] Oh, I definitely can’t give up seeing your pretty eyes now. Let me remove your blindfold. [Blindfold removed]. Hm? You won’t look at me? What if I pull your hair, will you then raise up your pretty eyes?

[Charming] Oh, yes, that’s a wonderful expression. Your beautiful eyes say a lot more than what your mouth would say. Especially now, that’s pretty busy sucking my fingers. “More, more” Isn’t that right? You want more? [Pause] Then, since you’re so greedy, I will give you so much more, princess. [Whispering] And I’ll make sure, it will be unforgettable for you.

///If you want to read the full NSFW script, you can find it here. The password is "SpiderPrince" ///

[Panting] Gosh, that was so intense, princess. And look at you… I got all of your belly dirty. Fuck, how amazing it was. I can’t even remember last time I felt so much pleasure when fucking someone, you really are something, princess.

[Gentle] Did you like it, princess? Did you like being fucked, while being unable to resist me? How does it feel when you have to accept everything that’s done to you?

Amazing, right? Yes, definitely. I’m so happy you enjoyed it, princess.

What? [Laugh] Do you really think I’m done? [Getting darker] Oh, princess, the night is still long. I won’t be able to stop myself at all. The more I look into your craving eyes, the more I want to use your body. I’ll keep going until I’ll be satisfied. And after all this time waiting for the right person, it might take a while. I’m sorry, princess, tomorrow you could be a little sore. [Gentle] But you don’t have to worry about that: I’ll take responsibility and I’ll take care of you. I told you, with me by your side, I’ll make you the happiest.

I’m so grateful I’ve found you, princess. And I’m so happy you chose me.

Tell me, my dear: [creepy] do you know who is the one who takes care of the royal garden?

Hmm? You don’t? [Chuckle] It’s not that important, after all. You don’t have to worry about it. [Gentle] Say, princess, are you ready for more? [Kiss] You’ve been such a good girl until now, will you keep being one for me?

Of course you’d be. Oh, greedy princess. [Kiss] We’re going to have so much fun tonight.

[Darker] I won’t stop, until your broken wings will be completely unable to move.

[alessiasblood]

BITE TROUGH ME (1) -Paige Bueckers.

Warnings: Explicit suggestive language.

A/N: yall im back wtf???(and obsessed with paige)and ive been waiting to post this for a while, i hope you like it!!Thank you for all the likes on my previous post it means a lot to me i promise and this one is gonna hit very hard this is the first part!enjoy xoxo!!! 💗

You studied very much for this exam and and you were trying to give the best out of you today. You were aware that if you didnt pass, you'd repeat the year and it was unpleasant.

You pulled back the glasses on your nose and you started desperately chewing on your pencil. Minutes went by more faster, but you blocked on the last exercise, being the most important. You took a quick glance towards one of your friends, Michael, who almost solved the entire test and Maeve, who was in the same situation as you.

"y/n! Are you trying to cheat?I think you really dont want to graduate!"

You hated your biology teacher more than anything in this world. She was standing in your way of going to a summer vacation instead of returning to rise up your grades. She rushed towards you, picking up your paper and inspecting it for a brief moment.

"You failed. You're free to leave"

You were furious, you studied extremely hard for this exam and took you multiple stay at home weekends with your textbooks open and she had the guts to do such thing. You qucikly picked up your bag and went outside. You went to sit on a bench near the freshly cut grass, trying to calm down. The school yard was full, people were on the basketball field inside, you could see it trough the windows, and the ball hitting the ground multiple times.

"Hey Y/n!What are you doing here?" A voice behind me says. As i turn around my roomate Maeve, sat down next to me on the bench. Despite being best friends, you and Maeve were very different. In all aspects. Her bright crimson hair was shining in the sunlight as it was only noon. You didnt necesarilly follow all her negative influences, plus, she was nice and friendly, to you and to everyone, but her friend group wasan't exactly the best. You didnt like partying, Maeve was more care free, you admired her pretty much.

"She failed me. I cant get into the final exam now, i wont do anything!" You whined.

"Dont say that girl, im here for you" She rubbed your back gently, smiling, you took notice of her nose piercing.

"I think that you should totally go with us tonight, you know, Micahel and I, its friday, you have the entire weekend to overthink this." She chuckles, and you cant help but chuckle too. You always refused her invitations, she would always go to that damned frat house, it was full of smoke, drunk people and creeps, too loud and it made you uncomfortable ever since the first time you had been dragged there, you wouodnt have looked forward to it again, not unless Maeve was begging you to come along with them, Michael, her boyfriend was okay, but the rest of her friends usually were full of themselvs and you were a target.

As soon as you reach your dorm you jumped on the bed hesistating to ever leave it again. But Maeve informed you Michael was going to be here to pick her up, well in this case, the both of you. Your mind quickly filled with thoughts, about how you wont graduate like other of your friends and even Maeve who barely goes to any classes still managed to get good grades. Your thoughts dissapeared as a puf of smoke when Maeve voices rises

"Did you hear me?" She smiles

"Sorry....what?" You had not realized your mind wandered

"I said help me pick an outfit" Her wardrobe was majority black, and innapropiate, she pulls out a black dress, at least the bottom is solid but you get the feeling that she would have wore it even if it wasan't.

"You know you cant wear that!" She points out at your white pleaded skirt and pink cardigan

"Whats wrong with it?" You defend your outfit. She was kinda judging you because you wore light colors and soft clothes but you still listened to rock.

"Its just more for....a garden party with unicorns and cotton candy." She laughs "Can i help you?" She pulls out a tight black top that had cape sleeves and it wasant actually your style, but you thought it would look decent with some jeans or a skirt.

"Oh and it definitely goes with this" She shows me a black pleated skirt and you instantly smile "Well i can always go with pleated skirts" You laugh.

After what feels like ages, you finally pull up to the same huge two story house, even to this day, you still didnt know who owned this house.

"How many people will be here?" You ask, but still knowing in the back of your head thaf is going to be the same as it always it and you got used to it.

"A full house, hurry up" Michael answers getting out of the car and being the first to walk in.

The smome fills your lungs as you try to make your way trough the crowd, where Maeve greets a group of girls, you awkardly stand behind her, waiting for her to finish being popular.

"Y/n, you heard of huskies right?" She turns to you, smiling still. You quickly nod.God you hated introductions, but you knew very well the only team of basketball. A blond girl leaned against the kitchen counter, talking to another girl, she takes a qucik glance at you untill she places the red cup down and walks towards you.

"Paige" she shakes her hand with you. You notice her checking you out but she doesnt sketch any expression on her face.

"What are you studying?" She continued, looking down at you, she made you feel small.

"I am an English major" You quietly answer, even tough it was not loud enough over the loud music. You made out what you could call a sligth smile on her face untill she turns away.

"My friend y/n here just failed biology" Maeve says, faking out to be sad.

"Not good at biology" Azzi backs up

"I think Paige knows the bones and all?" Maeve laughs, she made Paige laugh too, you found the entire situation strange. You didnt want anyones help

"i could always help one of my friend's friend" The way she said friend's friend stuck up to you a bit. You looked away trying to act all cool.

"Oh im good" You try to smile friendly.

You quickly glance around the room, full of people, untill you spot a familiar face, which you rapid recognized, Bryce. You wave to him smiling, gesturing to approach you. You earned some weird gazed from the girls, they somehow knew your friend. Bryce was one of them, he greets Micahel on his way untill he reaches up to you.

"Y/n!And...hello ladies" He smirks, Paige looks away trying to contain her laugh.

He drags you aside out of the situation and you're thankful .

"Whats up with you and Alex?" You ask him

"I broke up with him. You think im staying after his ass?No, no, no."

"I think you're gonna drag us again with your dad's truck to that damned gay club?" You say laughing louder than usual, you catch a glimpse of Paige you couldnt make out what was she feeling but she did hear you.

You refused to drink anything all night, despite Maeve drunken voice begging you to shove something down your throat, you only took two shots, even tho your broked your promise. The same Paige finds your familiar face

"You still need help with biology?" She says, but not even a sligthly emotion breaks trough her face. You were a bit skeptic of this Paige, but you were trying to focus only on the good parts of what her help could have offered you.

"If that doesnt bother you" You gained your composure.

"Oh its not bothering me" She mutters, with the same serious expression for a moment, untill you earned a qucik smile.

"And....how do you suggest we do this?" You ask softly looking ahead

"Anywhere you want, no payback, whenever im free i'll tell you" She says, then grabs a piece of paper and a pen and writes down a number "For you" She hands it out to you, for a quick moment thoughts filled your mind, analyzing if this is actually her being nice or its someting else, but you did take it.

#paigebucekers #uconn

[colderdrafts]

7: Encounter

The Great Assembly, gender neutral reader x monster (male naga). Sfw. Previous Next

The detour leads in between the trees rather than following the muddy path, and the leaves and needles gives a better foothold. It's still pouring, though, and though moving around helps, you suppress a shiver. Having been walking soaked in the rain for about forty minutes has not been pleasant.

Amren seems rather unbothered by the weather at this moment, though you guesstimate it has something to do with either thick skin, or being used to these conditions if he’s been here a lot. It’s not that he looks exceptionally strong or tough other than by what he’s been given by nature, security job or not. But because of that advantage, he’s probably well equipped to handle this, as he slithers on at a steady pace without looking too troubled.

Your time in an office chair has come back to haunt you, though. When you get back, maybe you should finally take Irwin up on the thousand times he’s begged you to join him for fitness.

"Keep up, Tiny," Amren calls, somewhat mockingly when you stumble over a branch.

"Easy for you to say, Mr. several-meters-to-cover-ground-with," you grumble at him, borderline envious his 'footing' allows him to simply slide over obstacles without getting caught in them. You huff. "How far?"

"Not too far now," he narrows his eyes through the rain. "Last stretch. Be patient."

You leave the tree-covered area around 15 minutes later, and come to a clearing.

You see a little lake and close by a building consisting of a simple wooden roof. It is held on top of a few poles creating a big open squared shape with the back side closed in horizontal logs. In the middle, you spot a place for a bonfire.

You sigh in relief at the sight and promise of a shelter.

You both breathe out from exhaustion as you prop your soaked backpacks on the ground once ‘inside’. It's not exactly warm, but it's a relief to get out of the constant onslaught of rain. Looking outside, you admire how the raindrops makes the surface of the lake dance.

"I'll get a fire going," you offer, nodding at the bonfire in the middle of the overhead. Some merciful Samaritan has left logs for free use under a tarpaulin close to the fireplace.

Amren grunts in acknowledgement, and then gestures vaguely at you. "Give me your jacket and pants."

You must have misheard. "Excuse me?"

"Jacket. Pants," he repeats impatiently, his side turned to you as he starts pulling his own jacket off, followed by his shirt. You notice how the scales of his lower body seamlessly blends into the regular skin of his torso. Small patches of scales litter his forearms. "I'll rinse them in the lake if you get the fire going so we can dry them."

You catch yourself staring before he does and glance away. “I’m not gonna just take off my pants,” you protest.

He cogs an eyebrow at you. “Don’t you have spares?”

“That’s not the issue!”

He blinks. Then his face light up in recognition. “Right. That whole modesty thing. Don’t worry, I wont look, or whatever it is,” he shakes his head, but turns around, crossing his arms.

“Modesty thing-” you scoff.

“Obviously important to you hums, for whatever reason. Will you just hurry and change up so we can get moving? I don’t want to be covered in mud longer than necessary."

Well, he did offer to wash your pants, and you do have a spare set of shorts and a dry shirt, at least.

Keeping an eye on his back, you quickly get your dry clothes on and hand him your muddied outerwear. He snatches it out of your hands before venturing out in the rain toward the lake.

It now dawns on you that, without his shirt or jacket, Amren isn’t really wearing anything. At all.

You watch as he slithers off, pondering how you never thought of it before, though being offended that ‘Amren doesn’t wear pants’ is of course ridiculous, because how could he. It just never crossed your mind. Your surmise it’s the same as how the reasoning of you actually wearing pants probably didn’t cross his.

You collect your kindling and get working on getting the fire started, grateful for the distraction - but look up in surprise when you suddenly hear a loud splash from the lake, and see that your reptile guide has vanished, presumably into the lake.

You guess he really wanted to get rid of the mud.

Speaking of, most of your body went free from mud, thanks to your clothes, though your face and hair is still caked. Lucky for you, a small steady stream of rainwater is pouring from the corner of the roof.

That’ll do.

The fire’s coming along nicely and you've managed to get clean by the time Amren comes back. He pulls out some rope from his backpack, and ties it to each end of the poles, creating a makeshift drying rack, upon which he hangs his and your clothes. You watch him work, easily stretching high to get where he wants.

It’s still only around the middle of the afternoon, but you feel like you’ve been awake for longer.

Amren plops down on the opposite end of the fire, wringing out his hair and pulling a sweater from his backpack to put on. He's slightly shivering, and suddenly looks as tired as you feel.

“Coffee?” you ask.

Amren nods.

You get some water boiling and swiftly get two cups of instant coffee, handing one to Amren. He hugs the mug with his hands and holds it close to his chest, savoring the warmth.

A few minutes pass like that, the calming sounds of rain pattering on the roof and the crinkle of the fire filling the air. It's the sort of pleasant harmony that comes with just listening to the sounds of the elements and you find yourself at ease. You take a sip, enjoying the feeling of the fire warming you from the outside, and the coffee warming you from within.

“Why are hums so afraid of their own bodies?” Amren suddenly asks, almost sending you mentally crashing to the floor with its abruptness.

Guess it wouldn't be anyone but him if someone had to spoil the moment. You cough. “That, uh. That’s kind of a hard question to answer,” you say, frowning. “Why do you want to know?”

He shrugs. “You’ve been asking me all sorts of inane questions. Figured it was my turn.”

“I’ve been asking you about yourself to be friendly. You’re asking me to explain a whole common cause of distress for a large part of humanity,” you laugh.

“You’ve been nosy is what you’ve been. Now it’s my turn,” he sneers, but it doesn't hold as much malice as usual. “Answer the question.”

“What if I told you it’s, I don’t know, ‘none of your business’?” you do your best to mimic his gravelly voice.

He rolls his eyes. “I guess you’d be correct. Glad I at least taught you something.”

“Taught me – what, you’ve been secretly trying to teach me this whole time? What is this, wax on wax off?”

“I’ve been trying to get you to keep your weird hum nose to yourself.”

“No offense, but you’re terrible at your job,” you state.

He flicks his tongue at you. “You’re a horrible student.”

“I’m a human. Curiosity is what we do. I can’t help it.”

“Well, it’s a bad habit that’s one day going to get you in trouble. You’re lucky I’m so lenient,” he sips his coffee.

You bark a laugh. “Lenient? Amren, you and I both know that’s not true. It’s like the opposite of truth. Actually, I think I just heard Truth Herself come out of Her well to shame you.”

He snorts at that. “Sure, Tiny.”

Another silence falls over the small overhead, broken by you occasionally stirring the fire or putting more logs on. The uncomfortable cold is slowly creeping out of your limbs.

“What’s the plan now?” you ask after a beat. “I mean, the rain isn’t as bad as it was, but it’s not exactly letting up either.”

Amren looks around. “Well, we can hold out here for a bit until everything’s dry and then keep going later tonight. Then we’d still be at least somewhat on a timely schedule.”

You frown at him. “What, you wanna walk through the night? Did you leave your marbles at the compound? There’s no light out here.”

“If we want the clovers we have to keep going sooner or later. Remember, we’re still in a race,” he looks up at the clothes, still dripping on the floor. “If we go now we’ll just get the same problem of on-setting hypothermia.”

“We wont be able to see anything-” before you finish your sentence you catch the underhanded look Amren gives you, and groan. “Fine. I won’t be able to see anything. Do you really want to drag me around a forest all night?”

He shrugs. “You’re probably not too heavy if it comes to that, Tiny.”

You open your mouth to not-so-gently tell him to piss off, when the pupils of Amren’s formerly calm eyes suddenly turn to sharp slits. He he snaps his head up in the air, slowly and calculating flicking his tongue in several different directions.

You’re taken aback a bit by the startling change. “Amren? What’s-”

“Shh,” he hisses, staring around the area.

You’ve never seen him like this, tense and on his tail, loaded like a spring-trap. He scans the area, trying to locate something, and the way his face is contorted in a hostile concentration is honestly off-putting to say the least.

You look around as well, hoping it’s not just some deliberate prank he’s pulling, but you don’t see anything other than the lake and the trees surrounding the clearing.

Amren’s eyes narrow as his head stops moving, locking in on something.

“Tiny. Sit down next to me, quickly,” his voice is low and controlled, though firm in a way not allowing for dispute.

“Now,” he hisses when you hesitate, slowly rising himself taller over the fire.

You silently get to your feet, and go to sit down next to him, confused. What’s gotten him so riled up?

You try not to gasp when you feel his tail slowly coiling around where you’re sitting, him still staring in one direction somewhere among the trees.

“What the hell is going on?” you whisper, trying not to lean on his tail that’s closing in.

Amren ignores you, and leans himself slightly forward, his torso bowed inward and his lower body rounded up behind him as if ready to strike.

He then let’s out a gnarly hiss unlike anything you’ve heard him do before, it’s high pitched, angry and guttural, baring all of his sharp teeth. His face is contorted as his jaw opens wider than you thought possible, his slit pupils so thin they’re almost invisible. His entire demeanor is that of a raging predator and he’s terrifying.

You stare in the direction he’s looking, trying to get a clue of what the hell is happening. Focusing, you suddenly catch a glimpse of something moving between the trees, staring ahead with red eyes, set upon a mangy furred face of what you would first take for a boar, though larger, and with the muzzle more resembling a tusked wolf.

It’s a boarbeast, you realize, slightly amazed. Half boar, half wolf, and twice as angry.

And Amren is trying to scare it off.

The beast lets out a loud snarl of its own, testing the waters by stomping the ground and edging a step closer.

Amren responds with another hiss, suddenly lunging forward, deadly and precise, snapping his jaws in the beast’s direction with a loud clack. The boarbeast jumps a bit back with a warned squeal as he does so.

The beast huffs, recognizing the opponent, and reluctantly trudges back into the woods.

Amren stands tall on his tail for a while, watching it go.

A few minutes pass where everything is quiet, and Amren flicks his tongue from time to time.

He then, finally, lets out a deep breath, and settles down again, uncoiling his tail from around you. There's an uncomfortable cracking noise from his jaw as his face returns to normal.

“What the fuck?” you breathe, staring at him.

“Adequate description,” he groans, gently massaging his jaw and wincing. “I hate doing that.”

“What the fuck,” you repeat.

“Boarbeast. It didn’t want a fight. It’s backed off for now.”

“For now?!”

“Don’t worry your legs in a twist. You’re not worth losing a limb over to it,” he grumbles, picking up his coffee mug again.

“I thought you said they were only north!”

He shrugs. “I was wrong. This one was alone, though. Usually they travel in packs. Possibly a straggler, or a lone one, looking for an easy meal,” he looks at you. “So, I had to make sure it looked like it wouldn’t find one here.”

“Huh,” you're still not recovered from the experience. The fact something had even briefly considered you as it’s next meal is not a feeling you’d soon want to experience again. Amren may very well have just saved your life, and it doesn’t exactly bode well for your confidence, considering the plan of traveling again during the night.

“Thanks?” you say.

He leans back, still looking in the directions of the beast. “You’re welcome.”

You fall back into silence for a while, digesting what just happened. It takes a good while before Amren stops staring in the same direction, but when he does you find your shoulders slump in relief. You take that means it’s truly gone.

It's somewhere around late afternoon when the rain finally lets up, and you feel warmed again. You turn and watch the shy rays of sunlight sparkling in the lake, chasing away the gloom that had taken hold of most of today.

And yet, the calm seem somewhat fake with what has transpired. The fact that there actually was a real possibility you would have been attacked is still rattling. You've never actually seen a boarbeast before, though they fit the descriptions you've heard pretty well – nasty temper included.

You try not to get too offended at Amren suggesting you're apparently 'easy prey'. Not that you aren't grateful he's apparently capable of starring his own horror movie, but it would help if it didn't make you feel somewhat useless out here. The situation is turned in a direction where you're almost completely reliant on him for both your sense of direction and now also safety – something you're not too keen on, considering calling you two 'friends' would be kind of a stretch. You can't shake a nagging distrustful thought of him constantly leaving you with a disadvantage is on purpose.

You look up as he starts to move away from the fire in favor of sprawling his tail out in the sun, and wonder how he's taking all this so nonchalantly. He doesn't seem particularly bothered if it came to throwing hands with a dangerous creature, but perhaps him working security and being used to handling threats could explain some of it. There's however pretty far between a regular person starting trouble at the company water dispenser, and a wild beast that wants to eat you.

You distract yourself by getting up and feeling up your clothes. They're damp, but the heat of the fire has definitely helped. You should be ready to move again soon enough, though you'd have to settle for it getting a bit clammy.

"I think we should be ready to head out soon," you say over your shoulder.

"Good," Amren says still with his eyes closed and resting on the ground.

You turn toward him. "What should I have done, if I met it on my own?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, since I'm apparently not much of a threat to a boarbeast, what can I do to defend myself if I had to?"

Amren thinks for a bit, still not looking at you. "You're no match physically, so you'll have to use speed. Keep moving around it, and keep it at a distance it you can. Grab a stick to hit it with if it gets too close. If you put up a fight, it may lose interest," he pauses. "And also, yell like hell."

"To scare it off?"

"Partly, but also so if anyone is nearby, they’ll know you're in trouble."

You look at him, honestly surprised he gave advice so freely without even trying to make some sort of quip about it. "Huh. That was kind of astute."

"I do this for a living. But basically, what you were doing when trying to turn me into a clay-statue? Do that.”

You grin slightly. “Hurl mud at it?”

“It might just anger it, but maybe it’ll realize how annoying you are and leave," he gibes, finally looking at you.

You wrinkle you nose at him. “Or maybe it’ll smell your pungent attitude on me and flee before it gets infected too.”

Amren looks like he's about to say something, but decides against it in favor of ignoring you and returning to basking in the sun.

[nihilsimi]

my lover, lover, lover (you shot me down 뱅뱅)

summary / the inspiration that mamma mia! can unexpectedly bring warnings / none

there’s one too many times when he really should hold his tongue back. once, when he spilled the whereabouts of julian's proposal plans in a late night escapade to erika's younger sister, the biggest tattletale of them all. two, when he mentioned his own desire to get married to a girl who shattered one too many pieces of his heart in the end — love blinds thee unfortunate ones, and seojoon isn't privvy to being saved. three, when he told his mom that he didn't want to watch mamma mia with her, despite knowing how much comfort it brings her.

to be fair, he's seen it, what? eight times in the past year with her? today will mark the first of 2024. 

and then, there’s now, as he marches to the kitchen to replenish an empty takeya steel bottle he's left at home to rot in the past few months (nothing a good ol' scrubbing wont fix). "doesn't it seem too rash that they'd want to venture out on a year long's adventure while not really having a solid source of income?" a solo tirade, spilling out of his mouth filter-free that by the time his mind finally caught up, he reverts in complete silence, falling passive once more.

“love makes you do stupid things sometimes, joonie.." his mom's voice is wistful as it trails in the end, manicured nails scratching at the nape. he knows the tale well, a passion filled month with a useless man who would leave her in the end for the conception of seojoon - he knows how much she relates to amanda seyfried's character all too well.

love makes you do stupid things sometimes. he repeats this in his head. love makes you do stupid things all the time.  

and that’s how he lands himself in the crevices of his room, scribbling and noting and playing around with any beat that comes. end of solo promotions and the beginnings of a next project, yet he fails to make time for any morsel of peace and solace when he’s slaving away one by one, skewing sounds here and there to make for a song with an impact.

at best, what he comes up with in the minutes of fatigue consist of nothing more than a johnny stimson's inspired harmony. lyrics that cater towards the risk one takes when they're falling in love. when they're deep in love. he starts with a strike of ‘my lover, lover, lover,' layer over the middle a bit, shoots it down (bang bang). it doesn't take long, in fact, it comes all naturally to him.

heavy synth, an electronic sound — and he wants to fall back to the limelight of the golden days, where the song standstills on its own. so, he pulls himself out of the box he’s trapped himself in of self-dwelling croons of trap beats and brings himself to face the mind of his emotions. he'll get to the languid croons of tenderness, aiming for something different — whimsical, something that feels like he’s spinning on his toes, magical and dreamy. 

it’s plagued in various cues, the rap and rhyme. vague references to pop culture phenomenon — too many ad-libs that make his head dizzy when he’s running through the guide track.

but when he thinks of a lover, it's always back to the feeling of being down bad, so bad that you lose any sense of logic. like sophie, as she sends those three letters to her unknown father, the possibility of success terrifying. and there's sky, sky who puts her on a pedestal, as one should, catering to her needs, her needs, her needs.. it’s in the bridges of love, and this bridge that holds his attention for days. hours, minutes to the seconds when he runs through each idea of a rhythm before settling on what he thinks would fit him best.

an email drafted, he scrawls out “mamma mia.mp3 - check it out (draft)” as the subject before placing the mp3 file and hitting send to julian and ej.

[deathsprofit]

@ ky why you unfollowed?

[*] please remember you can still send asks if you wish even if we are not mutuals as long as you're not minor not racist not pedo in both ooc & ic.

i don't have to explain to each one why I unfollowed but here's a list of possible reasons you pick what makes you happy:

[x] i changed my rules. i used to be fine when people tag some gross content but not anymore. due bad experience with some i'll just respectfully soft block so we both unfollow each other. if you still wanna follow my blog feel free it's just some content i'd like not to see on my dash n im tired following up with each blog gross list tags.

[x] i hate any type of including a minor/teen in a sexual content.. even if they are not in a sexual content i fukin' hate teen muses anyway. call me a hater i just don't wanna see them.

[x] im strongly against people writing characters that are racist pedophiles homophobes etc etc.. your character being a survivor of such stuff in their back story is fine.. but your character committing such shit in rp is nope for me.

[x] I lose interest in our interactions. When people lose interest to write with me I rather they unfollow me than force themselves to write with me just because we're old mutual. so when I feel that you or me lose the interest to interact i'll just respectfully unfollow or block/unblock. it's not your job to entertain me and it's not my job to entertain you so if one of us is not having fun it's not worth it.

[x] your replies are weird to me. honestly my writing is so simple it's even trash but at least i try to make my character's actions /words clear for you to interact with them. some people's replies are so unrelated to what my muse said or did like as if they're answering another thread. im not saying im a good writer nope the opposite i just don't understand your writing sometimes and i'll save us both the awkwardness if that is repeated in few threads i'll just unfollow.

[x] you don't give me much to work with. rp is like catch ball. you have to throw and receive. I cant keep throwing the ball at you every time and your character is too passive in their response. so unless it's an ending of a thread your character gotta do /say something for my character to react otherwise your character can stay in their own world and i'll unfollow lol.

[x] ooc drama/ demanding replies / crossing ooc boundaries / talkin' shit about another mun i rp with.. etc im not a good person im trash in both person and in my writing. i enjoy writing though and i wanna be respectful and chill with people but some people are not chill.. i wont keep up with that. I'll unfollow if I feel uncomfortable with you. (people who are allowed to personally harass me are tala and sila lolol) anyone else you have to respect some boundaries with me.

[x] Thoughts about quitting rp. instead of deleting the blog i decided to keep it for the sake of the very few people who i love writing with. but will keep inbox open for non-mutual asks if they want to.

that being said I hope you find your reasons within the list if you been so obsessed of knowing why. again i aint a good person im trash but i try to have fun.

After this post im starting a new page and leaving this topic behind me. don't come ask me again about it i wont hesitate to block.

please keep eye on my rules before interacting.

with all love and respect ky