#what IF... Princess never died tho?.... -breathes-

[endlessapples]

knight!caleb x princess!reader headcannons

reversing the roles from the xavier fic but writing about caleb releases a different kind of feral from me (why are the vibes so different between these two works lol!)

warnings: feral behavior, abusive themes, possessive tendencies, graphic mention of violence/death, a bit of religious blasphemy, is he really a yandere in this tho? (answer is yes), 18+ only

caleb, who despite being a small child himself is forced to do the most menial, laborious tasks in the kitchens of the palace, escaping for a breather with stolen food in his clothes and encountering you in gardens for the first time. even though you're weeping into the sleeve of your gown, snot soaking the fabric, you still look like a precious doll. he immediately is captivated. he can't bring himself to say anything though, not when he's covered in dirt, and so he watches you from afar. when you leave the gardens, you find a shiny polished apple placed on a ripped piece of fabric. caleb, hidden in the bushes, sees the bright smile that washes over your tear-stricken face.

caleb gets beaten, though, when the cook finds the tear in his clothes and the ingredients missing in the kitchen. but when he thinks about you taking the bite of the apple and wiping away your tears, he grits his teeth together and endures.

caleb, who's spent his entire childhood yearning after you ever since and working hard at knight training to rise in the ranks. even though he knows he can't marry you, at least he can protect you. years later, when your kingdom is at war, you come out and give a speech to rally up the troops. you're more beautiful than he remembered. but when your sleeves droop down and he spots a bruise on your skin, his vision almost goes red. it's then that he vows to himself that he'll protect the kingdom first and then destroy it with his own hands.

caleb who gets promoted with a nobility title after his contributions in the war. he loses his right arm in that battle, and a wooden limb replaces it. even though the other nobles jeer at him and curse him under their breath at the homecoming banquet, he doesn't pay them any attention. he's paying attention to only you. the king shows you off like you're his most prized possession. you don't look happy, even though you're pretending to smile. caleb knows that. caleb knows you.

caleb who hears about the king planning on selling you off to the highest bidder for your marriage (it's a king about his own age whose three previous wives have already died). he knows that the people are growing discontent with the king, with the nobility. he joins the rebellion then. it's treason, and he'll be branded as a sinner and killed if he's caught. but he's never been a rational man, not when it comes to you.

when he beheads the king with his own sword, you're cowering in front of him, begging him not to kill you as he comes closer. how could you ever think he would kill you? he lo-

caleb who doesn't know quite sure what love really means. he didn't grow up in a world where fairy tales of love had ever existed--at least not the innocent good ones. but the bad ones, where the evil are grotesquely punished and the good are rewarded with their deaths, that he knows of. and if this is your fairy tale's happy ending, he's satisfied that he's been able to give it to you.

he can't bring himself to touch you with his right arm. not when the pain in it serves as a reminder of how low he is and how precious you are. not when it's covered in that bastard king's blood. but what he can do is this. he brings himself down to his knees in front of you, reverent, seeking only one answer from you. when he hears it, he knows his prayers will have been answered by the god that he's sworn to himself he has never once believed in. but maybe that god is you and has always been you.

"will you let me protect you? will you let me wed you?" he whispers. he reaches out his left hand (it's clean, not bloody), hoping you'll take it.

when you take his hand, he understands from it that you have accepted.

and it doesn't matter that it might be fear that pushes you to answer 'yes', that you might believe that you are leaving from the confinement of one wicked man to another, either way, he'll protect you. he'll keep you safe from every evil that seeks to harm you.

in him, you will find a haven away from the wicked. in him, you will find paradise.

[jnnul]

I JUST READ THE DATING RINA DRABBLE AND DIED HEADASS……………… do u have any thoughts for dating ning? :3

word count: 933 words a/n: LMAOOOO that's so real anonnie that's me with ningrina on any given day tbh genres: fluff and nsfw content

ningning is THE girlfriend tbh

very feminine, very princess vibes

but i feel like ningning is the epitome of a 50/50 girlie

she will definitely expect princess treatment but she will also def be giving princess treatment

it doesn't matter age, gender, race, nationality

you are her princess™️ just like she is your princess™️

for example, she might be the one to ask you out on a date

but once you hit it off, she'll expect you to be the one to make it official

i honestly feel like ningning would ask you out within like a couple hours of meeting you

she gets your number, thinks you're cute, and then asks you out on a date

and on that first date, she puts her expectations for a relationship out in the open and highkey she's just so confident in what she wants that you're like ???

i'm??? in love with her???

(she knows you are)

once you ask her to be your girlfriend, she absolutely dotes on you

there's a new side of her that you've never seen before

she's like a sweet best friend that also drops 2 grand on w/o batting an eye bc she saw you eyeing a pretty watch and what her baby looks at, her baby gets

and she expects that you love her like that too!!

not monetarily, but definitely at least in emotional aspects

affirm her feelings, express how much you love her, initiating dates, buying her flowers randomly to surprise her

but outside of that, she wants you to be her best friend and vice versa

like she genuinely wants to have inside jokes w you, do stupid things w you, and lowk wants to be your absolute best friend

def isn't very controlling and she herself has a lot of friends

but she def prioritizes you the most out of everyone

and kinda wants you to do the same (or at least have her in the top 3)

is actually the best person to rant to bc she'll just listen to you like this 😍 while you're swearing like a sailor

will def join in and bash whoever's making her bb feel bad

but thinks you're so incredibly lovable regardless

lowk loves showing you off in public?

like she doesn't care when you're wearing revealing clothing or when ppl are checking you out, in front of her, mind you

bc she knows that you're hot and she appreciates you knowing that too

what she draws the line at tho is literally anyone threatening her spot in closeness to you

lowk will get toxic abt it too

like if she feels like you met someone who's able to make you laugh like she does, she immediately brings it up to you

and asks you to distance yourself from them

unless she's 100% sure that it's platonic from their side

bc she trusts her baby

but not the rest of the world

hand in hand w the whole showing you off/best friend thing

she loves going clubbing w you!!

the best thing abt dating ningning is that she makes you embrace life to the fullest

genuinely 0 shits given to the world

you're violently drunk after 12 shots at the club? she's holding your hair/clothes back as you hurl your guts out and she's still having the time of her life

will take so many pics of you two together

like actually she has to upgrade her icloud storage every 3 months

bc she doesn't want to delete a single picture of you

or the two of you tgt

probably singlehandedly supporting apple atp

so incredibly in love w you <333

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ik so many ppl hc her as a pillow princess

and she def has her moments!! where she just wants to be spoiled rotten

but she love love LOVES putting in the work when y'all are getting nasty

highkey that's one of the only things she'll rlly go 75/25 on

she has an y/n fixation so you can expect her to go down on you (wtv that looks like for you!!) 25/8

you're watching tv? her hands are in your pants

you're washing the dishes? she's backhugging you and her hands are in your pants

you're breathing? her hands are down your pants

NINGNING JUST WANTS TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD ALL THE DAMN TIME

i don't rlly think she's into power play

but she's def prone to 'taking the lead' in bed

i also think that once you guys get more comfortable w each other, she lets out her inner freak

like i genuinely think that she'd leave you tied to the bed w a vibrator at your core and just watch you

she thinks you look gorgeous when you cum

and therefore, overstimulates you whenever she can

not a fan of edging bc she hates seeing you cry

but she will use it against you if she ever feels like you're not loving her as hard as she wants to be!!

also lots of romantic, heated sex

where she pushes you up against a wall and kisses the shit out of you

and then takes you to the bedroom where she has a bunch of fairy lights and candles lit

she's v v spontaneous tho so she can flip the vibe however you want!! will never do the same thing twice!!

aftercare has to be 50/50 tho!! she runs you a bath and massages all of the sore spots and you make her cheese toasties <333

overall, ningning who is your needy/sexy/silly best friend and girlfriend all in one!!

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Remember that fic you wrote where Rosie is hypnotised by Vox to kill Alastor and he dies because of the angelic wound but Lucifer brings him back because of Lilith's deal being unfulfilled and not allowing him to die?

Imagine a AU where Charlie dies(surprise stab happy Exorcist jumping out of the rubble with a spear after Lucifer repairs the hotel) and Alastor in impulsively desperation uses his Favor to not allow her to stay dead, Alastor will not let her go that easily.

Of course that's Alastor's reputation as a terrifying overlord completely dead in the water, he literally saved Princess Charlie Morningstar who was the manifestation of sunshine and rainbows. Vox has 4k video evidence blasting Hell's airwaves.

Alastor suffering a mental breakdown because? Feelings?! He has feelings?! Since when and is there a cure?!? No one fears the big bad overlord with a princess sized soft spot in his heart?!? What fresh hell is this nonsense?!

Everyone else realising Alastor does indeed have a heart and reconciling that fact with the grumpy (Shook) cannibal before them grudgingly allowing Charlie Morningstar to hug him.

*slams fists on table*

YOU, YOU GET THE VISION! You understand how I want to drag this idiot repressed motherfucking deer through the wilderness of Having Feelings and Giving a Damn About Others. No matter HOW mortifying and confusing it is for him in the interim.

You didn't specify if you also meant it in the that's my not-kid way, but i had an idea. But its midnight and im so tired so it won't be stellar... apologies in advance.

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Fuck, he should have seen it coming. Should have anticipated it...

In the split second of Vagatha's agonised scream hitting his ears, and one of Angel's guns hitting the ground from now nerveless fingers... Alastor Saw.

Charlotte, ethereal and terrifying, arching back as the spear cleaved through her chest.

He doesn't even think about it, before his shadows launch upward from nearby rubble to cradle the shocked looking Princess. His own Shade crawling over the Princess' form and hissing at the encroaching Creature that dared desecrate this moment of victory. Of... not peace, but something filled with revolting optimism.

He should have taught Charlotte better. Should have imparted the paranoia that wound about his mind like thirsty vines... to remnd the little ball of faith, trust and pixie dust that this was Hell and one should never lower their guard. How had he failed so dismally?

He doesn't even realise the threat was dealt with as a tendril automatically formed from his spine, lashing out so violently that the exorcist's body is ripped in two uneven chunks, thudding to the ground before Charlotte ever does. He would never let her.

Not even because of his Deal. But because, damn it all, he'd... put so much time and effort into this little game. And it was no longer amusing.

He scowled down at the dying, burbling exorcist as she choked on her own blood. He was no longer entertained.

The face registers. The lieutenant.

Ah, if only there'd been time to peel her like a potato, let her scream for death until it was granted, and then devour her inch by inch. To think she dared to cast a mere spear at someone like the Princess... her superior, her peer, and in ambush?

The cowardly wretch! Poppets spill from the growing shadows and launch at the angelic executioner, ripping whatever they could find to shreds as the gurgling screams grew frantic. But there was no time for that.

Somewhere, in the distance, his sharp hearing can pick up the anguished cry growing louder... and he already Knows, as only one who has dealt death many times can, that the little King will arrive a moment too late to save his child.

Charlie is shuddering, trying to breathe around a sunken chest cavity filling with her own blood. Mouth moving as if to say words that her stunned mind can't quite form... trying to catch up to the reality of her demise.

Alastor feels a horrifying chill creep up his spine as those eyes tilt his way. She's crying, absently. As if she wants comfort... here, in this terrible, too-long moment.

And he... feels a burning desire to provide it. To step forwards and take her into his arms and reassure that it would all be fine, that her father was coming, that Charlotte would be alright if she was brave and held on a few more seconds. And the thought repulsed him... no, where was his fury? His rage? His bitter despair at the senseless cruelty towards one under his protection? The self-loathing at failing a task?

No, no no no... this wasn't how this worked!

Anger made the mind clear, sharp like a blade. This messy, drippy, heartwrenching sensation was like having one's head jammed into a bowl of tapioca pudding.

He feels Vagatha slam past, desperate to reach her little love in the last moments... and someone puts a hand briefly on his shoulder as they pass. It all feels too slow.

What is this?

He snarls, wresting control back with sheer spite alone. No. Sentiment was meant for funerals and... likely something or other else, but it was not productive.

Alastor lets static cloud his eyes for the space between heartbeats as his mind pulls itself apart searching for some devious trick, some magical cure-all, some unanticipated loophole that would salvage this absolute shitshow. His heart clenches as he casts about, upturning mental baskets of useless knowledge and toppling filing cabinets of secrets.

He feels the sharp sting of his own collar, reminding him of the impending failure... and it strikes him. The sheer simplicity of the whole nonsensical option, why, how foolish not to have seen it?!

Eyes flashing, the shadows curl about them in a protective dome, symbols flaring as he pulls up the Favour binding Charlotte to himself. He pulses power down the links, striding closer even as Vaggie and Angel whirl in confusion, mistrust and horror.

They try to block his access, but a glare to Husker and the pair are carefully but firmly shoved aside by those crimson wings. At least someone around here could do their job.

His heart is thundering, mind trying to spiral into panic of What If, but he held such thoughts tautly behind barriers of self-assurance and general flim-flammery. Who else would have such an excess but the one who taught Vox showman's patter?

Winding the chain about his forearm, he approaches the Princess, who is barely there anymore, and hinges at the waist to get close enough. When had he grown so large? He hadn't noticed.

Power raced down the chains, pulsing to the time of his heartbeat, too fast, too frenetic. Radio chatter crackled in and out, unbound by conscious commands as his mind Focused on One Single Goal.

Winds whipped the dust, forcing the few close enough to observe to hold fast in their positions or risk being whisked away. The magical backlash was like an angered cat, cristling with impending doom and lashing its tail. Woe betide those who flinched first.

Alastor could sympathise with such a plight.

"Charlotte Morningstar... for the Favour you owe, for that which you have promised me... I collect two-fold. By the deal binding us, I forbid you to allow something so paltry to claim your light... and I command you to hold on until your father is able to arrive. No, until he is able to enact enough healing to allow your body to sustain itself." He intones, the words hovering around him in the air, simultaneously of him and apart.

The chains pulse faster now, runes burning into the sigils, and green seems to fill the shadowed air... and Charlotte screams. Her own hand clutching tight to the chain as a literal lifeline. Her veins seemed to pulse with a green tinge as power was poured into her.

Somewhere behind, Husk fell to his knees with a mumbled curse word, feeling his own energy draining away. He'd complain later... but at least Husker would understand the why of it.

"What the fuck is he doing to her?!" Vaggie sobs, trying desperately to lunge at Alastor. Only Angel's hands held her back.

"...something I think only he CAN do, Vags... something I don't think is even possible. Not like this..."

Alastor felt his hands shaking from gripping the chain too tight. Or perhaps it was the overwelming mess of emotions and the sudden sensation of being a conduit for power flowing away from him, a sensation he hadn't felt in decades - one frantic attempted healing spell on Vox shortly after the sinner fell in notwithstanding. That had been curiosity and stupidity, assuming anyone could be friends in a place like this...

The antlers creaked ominously, suddenly heavy as the world tried to spin. Charlotte's eyes on his own begging him for... for what? Mercy? To allow her to die? Or to keep pushing her beyond her own limits to force life into her depleting form?

He simply couldn't tell.

Lucifer, thankfully, barrelled through the dome a second later in full demonic turnout and dropped by Charlotte immediately. His hands found her face, cradling it with such tender fury you could see the adoring father he could be... likely once was, before Lillith.

With a flare of his wings, Lucifer tucked Charlotte's head into the crook of his neck, muttering soothing somethings that normally would have turned Alastor's stomach, and began to glow.

Slowly, oh so disgustingly slowly, blood receeded into her body and the flesh began to knit together from the deepest internal components to the final layer of epidermis. And, as her father was now managing the wound with a power beyond anything those in Hell could hope to comprehend... the chains shattered.

The backlash should have taken him off his feet, but Alastor was braced for it. He felt someone sail past as the resonance exploded outward like a shockwave.

Panting, Alastor feels his form starting to shrink, the antlers become less unwieldy by the second. He felt weak... and frantically cast his mind about to identify if any of Vox's little toys would capture such an unfortunate sight...

Charlotte was breathing evenly now, her form trembling slightly from the residual of her ordeal, but she was most certainly alive and rapidly on her way to both Hale and Hearty. The King was pouring divine power into her body, instructing it to repair, rejuvinate, restore and replenish. So many fancy words for saying the simple truth...

Lucifer, arrogant little angelic nightmare that he was, was a being of Creation and Life at his core... and he would drain it all for Charlie. That was evident in the tenderness of his gaze, the desperate overly-calm way the King seemed to be rebuilding her from a molecular level and soothing her distress.

How odd, that they held the same goal and yet... their methodologies remained so opposed. His, the power to trap and contain and control for the sake of keeping her alive; despite the suffering. Lucifer's power, that to bring light to the darkness and soothe the pain of being held in her mortal form despite the agony.

And yet, combined, the result was the stirring bundle of Princess. Whose arms embraced her father tightly, as tears streamed down her face, from joy or relief or the sheer catharsis... who could say?

Vagatha approached with shaking hands, desperate to touch, to reaffirm, and terrified to break her love. Charlie released her father and almost rolled off the shadowy dais in her desperation to enfold her girlfriend in her arms.

As they were no longer necessary, Alastor allowed them to drop back to mere shade again. His Shadow coiled about his legs, reassuring them both.

He felt... uncertain, numb and disoriented. Nothing of the past moments felt quite... real. Angel was getting Husk to his feet, he observes absently, letting the bartender lean on him. How magnanimous.

Niffty was being retrieved from atop a rather precarious pile of rubble some distance away. Ah, the airborne sinner.

His ears flick towards Charlotte, noting her approach and feeling a number of rather frustrating feelings rise from the pit of his stomach, telling him to Flee. Which was, of course, absurd, this was Charlotte... she of the Crayons and Glitter. Long may she infest every inch of the hotel, and greater Hell landscape, with the craft equivalent of a communicable disease.

Her hand reaches out for him, and Alastor fights back the automatic flinch he desperately wants to allow. Instead, he tones up the smile and tilts his head with a sickening crunch... aware of how best to play this moment. Can't let her close. "Yes my dear?"

"Al... you... you used the Favour to do something I don't... I didn't think... was possible. You saved me!" She's sobbing.

Oh dear, Alastor's heart is trying to escape from his mouth, his skin is tingling, not quite crawling with this sudden burst of Emotional Vulnerability without several feet of his person, but it's making Quite the Attempt!

His mind is a churning kaleidoscope of thoughts and, ah blast, feelings. How had he allowed himself to fall to sentimentality? Should he call Vox over to finish him off...? Ah, he'd have to word it better.

He should have used this to extort favours from the others. How had he fallen so far?

"Think nothing of it, my dear, it would be very droll if you went and died to someone as ludicrously uninspired as..." his next words sounded more like static than syllables. He leered at the too-still body by his feet... aping hunger, when his stomach was a mess of knots. Why was this happening to him?

"...thank you, anyway." Charlie replies, and those eyes are Too Discerning, piercing through the mess in his head, his body, his conflicted heart and seemingly deciding not to push this emotional revelation for now. She magnanimously allows him to continue playing nonchalant... and that pity in her eyes, just the merest flicker, had him seething.

"Whatever you assume, if incorrect Charlotte. This was mutually beneficial for-... what are you doing?!" Alastor tenses completely as Charlotte's arms wrap about his waist. He's mortified to find that his skin isn't trying to disappear into a new dimension at the sudden and unanticipated sensation. His whole body does glitch violently, though, at the mess of thoughts and feelings that explode.

Enough of this... he drops into shadows, and tries to ignore the hurt expression on the still-alive Princess's face.

This had been too much, this was-... he'd just been ensuring his vested interest hadn't gone to waste. Nothing noble, nothing selfless or whatever fairytale they were spinning themselves.

In his void, he thought he could be free of the thoughts... but they consume him. Sending his mind into a spiral, maing a body he doesn' currently have respond with flight... the threat long gone. Alastor is trying to quash the gnawing horror, the unyielding realisation that was seeping through his entire not-body from the extremities in.

...perhaps he had, to some insignificant miniscule degree, cared if Charlotte lived or died. Irrespective of the deal with Lillith.

Fuck. This was NOT the plan. Alastor felt phantom claws dragging through the fur he didn't possess in this form of shadows and radio waves, and yet... he trembled in the dark. The void offering none of his usual safety, his peace and security.

With a curse, he lurched out of the safety of the Nothingness and into his ruined radio tower. Now this sorrow, he could manage. To lose this place was to lose a limb... and with the cane damaged, he felt his hands tied. Merely wondering when the final blow would strike and from which direction.

"Ah, there you are, Sinner."

Alastor froze, horrified to have been caught off-guard by the tiny King. Hope bloomed as he thought about the potential for smiting... couldn't be on a soul chain if you were dead after all.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You saved my daughter." Lucifer says, moving closer in a slow, calculated way that sent predator vibes up Alastor's spine. He hated this powerlessness atop the myriad of chaotic thoughts that flooded his every waking thought snce the moment Charlotte had beeen struck.

"A mere coincidencce. I was trying to stave off boredome..."

The lashing tail distracts a split second too long and then the King has him pinned to the wall by the throat. Why isn't he angry? Why isn't he snarling and hissing threats? The silence is sending Flight response messages to every inch of the OVerlord.

"You. Saved. My Daughter. In an unorthodox way I've never seen before, of course... but you kept her alive until I could get there to fix it." there's a thick pause. "Thank you. But if you ever try to make a deal with her again, rest assured I will tear you apart on the atomic level and scatter you across the rings."

"I-..."

"Dad!"

"Charlotte, why aren't you resting? You nearly-..." the finality of his statement, the sudden realisation that he actually Cared if Charlotte or even Angel or Vagatha lived and died, hit Alastor hard in that moment, and the words died in his throat. He allows a very tiny, "...fuck..." to escape.

Lucifer is grinnign maliciously. "Welcome to the world of emotions, Alastor. I didn't think you were capable... and I'm guessing you didn't either based on the cocktail of pheromonic distress you're giving off."

He's about to ask what the 7 rings that meant, when the King flickers out his snakelike tongue. Ah, the perceptive bastard. That was cheating.

"Dad, can you let him go?" Charlotte asks, and Lucifer lowers his grasp as Charlie ducks straight into the arms of the stunned and frankly overwhelmed overlord. What was this? Was this a ploy? What could she want?

Oh. Oh no.

He felt it.

Wet.

She's sobbing into his shirt.

Alastor is under the impression he may just explode if anything else comes along to shatter his previously well-fortified field of general indifference.

He slowly turns his gaze to the King, not sure what he was searching for, but the word 'help' was spring-loaded on his tongue at the moment. Lucifer only has eyes for Charlotte, and he's softer now.

"It's okay, Al... it's okay to have weird feelings, and take your time to come into them on your own, I promise." Why is she comforting him? What is this? An intervention? Hah!

"Charlotte, I have no idea what you are doing, but I would request you go and rest, hate for you to void my efforts at keeping you alive only foor you to succumb to exhaustion from... whatever this is."

"It's okay to care, Al... I'd never use it against you. But... I mean it. Even if it hurt and it was awful and I wanted you to let me go in those moments," Charlie sobs, and Alastor felt his heart sliding slowly into his abdomen at the statement, "I was really grateful you wouldn't let me go. That you made me wait for my Dad, even though it was so tempting to just let it fade..."

"You did not deserve a mediocre death, you're our Princess and Hell needs your brand of quirky chaos to function." He deflects, feeling nauseous from the mess of emotions running through him. Stilted as the movement may be, he manages to put an arm on her back and pat in a less than completely awkward movement. "There, there..."

She pushes back, wiping at her eyes and nose. "It's okay to care, Al. I'll keep saying it until you believe it... but we care too. Vaggie and Angel and Husk and Niffty and me. And... it's okay to not be okay with this, but we're here."

He's getting confused. Can one claim emotional whiplash through an insurance agency?

"I have no idea what makes you think I have indicated some sort of emotional crisis... but do calm yourself. All is well. And now that you are hale, you should take the time to recouperate."

"There, that! The caring thing! You can't fool me, I've got your number now, mister!" Charlie laughs through her messy tears. "Please come back to the hotel, so I know everyone is safe and inside... no one will mention your little... emotional moment, if you don't want them to. But I'd love if you joined us in the talking circle next time we have that running?"

He played a laugh track, as expected.

But his stomach flipped at the idea. "....perhaps, dear."

She squeals, and it feels like he's swallowed a firework from her radiant joy. "Excellent!!!"

Lucifer leans over to wipe a suspicious red streak off Charlotte's face, and turns to the sinner. Expression almost, exasperated fondness. The kind he'd seen levelled at Charlotte before. "Oh... you idiot... here, let me fix that."

He protests, but Charlotte's arms encircle him and hold the Overlord in palce. He could shadow out... and yet... something in his head says to wait, to trust. A sickening sense of fond security rises, and he fights it tooth and nail even as warm golden magic banishes the last of his persistent pain.

The world goes fuzzy, then. Alastor is vaguely aware that he and Charlotte are being enveloped in wings, and then they slip through a portal into the newly refurbished part of the hotel.

Voices, clamouring, too many too much, but the smile remains.

Charlotte is taken to a soft surface, and then someone is taking him as well. He should snap and snarl and fight but... to some odd, horrifying degree, this being cared for rot is quite... soothing.

How... bizarre, to be Seen like this and not taken advantage of. There were so many who would see this moment and decide to take their destiny into their own hands.

But the hands brushing past as they slip a blanket over his frame, and when had he laid down?, were gentle. The visual of Charlotte sleeping soundly against Vagatha, whole and alive, soothes like a balm. Even knowing Husker was spread out on another couch was oddly comforting.

Niffty climbed atop him and curled into a ball before falling fast asleep.

The odd gentle tones as the others settle to sleep or simply settle close, it was all... a very well designed trap to make him lower his guard. And yet... he finds himself dismissing the thought as ludicrous.

Speaking of ludicrous.

Lucifer rests on teh middle of the couch, looking down at Alastor with something ancient, unknowable and yet for all his apathy, there is kindness there in those eyes. "It's okay to be vulnerable, Bambi... the people you would die for make it worth it. I thought when I lost Lillith that closing off would help, but when I nearly lost Charlie today... I realised it wasn't worth it to spare pain."

He wanted to ask why they were having this heart to heart, but the words didn't eventuate. Feathers tickled at his finger tips, and he poked the nearest one.

"Thank you, for the life of my daughter, Alastor. If you hadn't-... if-... those few seconds were enough. And I know it cost you in more than power... I think I felt the moment that dam of repression in you snapped. Or at least tasted it. The fear on your face when you realised you also cared... I realised that perhaps you also care about Charlotte like I do, you just never had any idea how deep that well ran until today."

"I-..." he can't find the words to refute it.

"It's okay. I don't fully trust you... but I can See you now, Sinner. I get the feeling that you would have stepped between Char Char and that spear if you'd have been able, and might have died without ever fully understanding why you did so. For that, you have the gratitude of the King of Hell... though I won't make a deal."

"I will, if you will stop speaking like a self-help pamphelt..." he mumbles, feeling a hot sensation of shame rising.

"What about a Favour? A chance to remove that pretty necklace of yours, hmmm? But... not tonight, sleep on it. Everyone has been wrung out with the battle, the losses, the... Incident."

He is disgusted at the next words out of his mouth. Doubly-so for their sincerity. "There is no need, sire, I would do it over again to keep Charlotte safe... even without the... Request I am beholden to. Do you suppose you could put my emotional mess back where it was so neatly stacked, before the Incident?"

Lucifer laughed, softly, a self depricating sound. "If I had that level of power, do you think I would cycle from manic to depressed a dozen times per decade? No, those are your emotions, learn to work with them... I know Hell hardens sinners, and they lock parts of themselves away over time, but this is your chance to start again. Now, rest... I healed the wound but you depleted a lot of energy today. We can speak in the morning..."

"Hmmm, if we must." He mumbles, looking at Charlotte, her darling face slack with sleep and so perfectly alive. To see her chest rise and fall was enough. "You're not... a terrible father Lucifer. As much as it pains me to admit... and she knows you are trying."

Lucifer nearly blinds the half-awake and clearly delirious if he's being senitmental like that sinner, as he turns his radience on Alastor. "Well, you aren't so bad yourself... but if I find you drinking out of my #1 Dad mug one more time, you're going to be eating it."

Ah, a threat. That felt more natural, something he could work with!

The scathing retort died on his tongue as he fell asleep instantly.

Hell certainly WAS other people... just, in Alastor's case, not quite in the way he'd envisioned.

[mastomysowner]

Vent valve opened

"One may stray from the path of a man, one may stray from the path of a woman, but there is no straying from the path of a HUMAN!"

Yeah, riiiiiight. It wouldn't be half as appalling if Oda wasn't trying to sell Bon Clay as a morally upstanding hero. He tried to carry out Operation Utopia to the last, was never called out for what he did, "died" a hero, mourned by all, and then went on to live happily ever after.

Not only did he support Croc's plan to kill countless innocents (and played a crucial role in it), but he also seemed to have the fun of his lifetime. On the first page, he looked like he was shocked by those gut-wrenching words and was about to give up the charade, just to immediately spit on everything Koza had said.

His decision to sacrifice himself for the people he likes and help them achieve their goals does not mitigate his guilt. The main theme of the manga is freedom, and he was free to do whatever he wanted with his life, just as those he helped risked their lives to live the way they wanted (Miss Valentine, the Straw Hats, indirectly Ace), but he nonchalantly deprived so many Alabastians of the freedom to do as much as breathe. It's like with Jango, who tried to kill three little boys and a sick girl for money, but sacrificed himself for his dance buddy. Guess Bon Clay just didn't like anyone in Alabasta enough ❤️

I've seen many people say that One Piece is a morally grey series, starting with the MC, but the story doesn't really treat itself and Luffy that way. For example, the Impel Down incident, which caused the most talk about Luffy's grey morals:

A guy from Reddit did all the work for me and summed it up:

Most of the criminals Luffy released joined Buggy and were used for gags, they didn't have time to do anything bad before joining the Cross Guild (they wanted tho).

There are many more examples. Luffy's questionable actions are either swept under the rug or turn out to be the best shit in this sleeve of the galaxy. They aren't part of the story, so he doesn't have to change.

But it would've been an interesting storyline if the usual princess of the arc had turned out to be... let's just say, not outright evil, but honestly deluded, and Luffy helping her made things even worse. Or if he had to not only kick the ass of the pirate rival currently in charge, but also choose a side in a civil war, or if his actions had led to power vacuum (the latter happened to Dressrosa when it was attacked by the Germ Pirates during the Reverie, but it was played for laughs, and Bege just happened to be there).

Anyway, I wrote all this because I went to reread the Koza scenes and read up to chapter 171. Also I honestly think the Gear 5 plot twist making Luffy the messiah destined to liberate the world is the worst thing that could've happened (not to mention that it seriously calls into question the WG's sanity).

Vent valve closed

[corpsebasil]

I have a request for knight!Nikolaï and it's soul c r u s h i n g

So hear me out:

He and the reader obviously love each other, maybe they haven't say anything yet (because the ✨slow burn✨ and the angst™) (and maybe a dash of social etiquette too lmao); but it's like, the TENSION DEAR GOD——

(anyway,)

There's a war or really big battle somewhere, and kinda last minute, as it takes more and more importance and might be a threat to the royals (even tho it's not around the castle); at first the guards aren't worried but the princess is still anxious that Nikolaï might be called on the battlefield (he assures that he won't leave her side)

aND—— the superior officer says that Sir Nikolaï have to go to the front! Like next day or something!! AND THE ANGST?? LOVE CONFESSION FILLED WITH DESPAIR OF MAYBE NEVER SEEING THE OTHER AGAIN??

But there's more to that! *takes a deep breath* I raide you: secret wedding just the night before he leaves (bc they obviously can't bz together but wth he might die so let's goooooo)

And then he leaves (bc if that means protecting the princess, he'll fight and he IS willing to die if that means she lives)

Whether he survives or not (like in that GLORIOUS ANGSTY headcanon you wrote *chief kiss*) is up to you, I just—

I just need to cry in a corner rn *sob*

Omfg

“Hey,” you laughed, opening up your door and backing up, allowing Sir Nikolai to enter your rooms. “You’ll never believe it. I actually just made banana bread and—“ You paused when you saw his expression, the tight smile and furrowed eyebrows on his face. “—what?”

“I’m needed for the front.” Was all he said and your stomach dropped.

You stared at each other for awhile, both fully aware of the situation; a foreign kingdom—Damn them—had started border skirmishes with increasing aggression each time. You, the princess, had been sure your personal guard would never be chosen to go and fight. He was supposed to protect you, wasn’t he? Supposed to be by your side at all times, wasn’t he?

“No.” You breathed, taking back a step. “No, you—” you stopped, turning away as a hand flew to your mouth. “No.”

“Your Highness—”

“No.” You snapped, turning back to face him. You stepped closer and risked taking his face in your hands, your thumbs smoothing across his cheekbones. You were shaking your head and trembling when his arms banded around you, pulling you an inch closer. “I won’t let you.” You rasped, eyes looking anywhere but at his face. “I won’t you—you can’t—“

“It’s my duty.” He told you, a hand running slowly up your back. “It’s an honor.”

“No.”

“Your highness—“

“No.”

“Y/N.”

“Damn it, no Nikolai!” You wept, yanking away from him and walking several steps towards the window. You took in several shaky breaths and stared out, your mind racing. Every soldier had died so far. Every single one. You couldn’t take losing Nikolai. You just couldn’t.

“Princess.” He breathed, approaching cautiously and placing his hands on your waist. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, convinced the floor was going to open up at any moment and you’d fall into it. “Please. Please.” You risked turning and looking at him and his expression was devastated. “I know. I know, love.” He murmured, carding his hand through your hair.

Your forehead met his shoulder and you gasped, clutching his shirt hard.

“Not you.” You whispered, eyes squeezed shut. “Anyone but you.”

“It’s an honor—“

“Shut up.” You snapped, looking up at him. Maybe it was the fierceness of your expression, maybe it was the way you held him, but he leaned down and kissed you.

Your heart stopped.

Stopped. His mouth was warm and soft, lips moving gently along your own, and you sighed aloud against him. Good God. It felt so good you clutched him tighter, your hands pulling him roughly against you so that every inch of your front touched his.

Later that night you found yourselves still in your room, a thin metal band around your finger. He couldn’t afford much—hadn’t planned this—but what he did have was a family heirloom that he offered you. An heirloom he’d slipped onto your hand as he murmured reassurances in your ear, promising to come back to you.

An heirloom you’d kept almost savagely, kept close to your heart, on the day the news came that he’d died in battle.

Sorry HAHA

[another-corpo-rat]

:3 for the smut sentence starters "you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me."

ty ty for the prompt 😘😘 tho i have to admit this one is not as smutty as i wished but hey, i like what i wrote anyways \o/ it's a pseudo follow up to Gemini in a way prompt list is here!

❛ you’re mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜ Adam Smasher/OC

At some point Adam’s giddiness at her conversion, the pride that radiated off of him like a welcoming heat, dulled. It didn’t vanish, not entirely, Victoria could still feel the fondness in his hold and the stolen presses of mandible to lips, demanding where once he merely tolerated, but something changed. Shifted.

It was more obvious now, when that hold tightened into something that could crush bone and made her HUD flash a warning of external pressure as his thumb traced a scar that didn’t exist anymore. Not truly. The threads of gold through skin was a recent aesthetic choice, a replication to make her change easier; to help her resettle into a new body distressingly similar to her own. She wasn’t sure how effective it was, but well…she hasn’t had shaky hands or glitchy visions just yet.

She huffs a needless breath where her lips work against the cables of his neck, pausing to ask; “An enny for your thoughts?” The tilt of his head is a miniscule thing, a quiet acknowledgement that she feels with where her fingers are curled against the hard line of his jaw. He furthers it with an ease in that crushing grip, thumb ghosting circles over her hip as if to soothe the never-forming bruise.

There was some irony there, that he’d be gentler with her in a body that could handle his strength.

“The princess’s,” a rebuke brews on her tongue, Michiko has long outgrown being a mere princess— “little spies found him.” It dies.

An audible clack in the space between them as she gnashes her teeth together. A stagnant heat builds in her circuitry, so hot it burns cold.

He was a horrible thing; busted jaw and crooked nose. One eye cybernetic and the organic one cloudy white, what little left of his iris torn. His hand was shaking. Thrill or adrenaline; not nerves. Not with that smile. Not nerves. A hum rose in her ears; the building charge of a tech weapon, buzzing like static or flies or—

“Victoria.” Adam’s voice cuts through, stern in demanding her attention. His free hand had moved, coiling a blonde lock around a thick finger, tugging gently until her vision unblurred after quick blinks and deep breaths.

The hand on her hip continued the soothing motions; “What do you need?”

Nothing. Everything. Too much to ask for but— but demand is instinctual, so deeply embedded it’s woven through her internal mechanisms. She wants to know why Michiko alerted him first and not her. She wants that bastard on the brink of death, suspended in limbo and agony, taken apart and pieced back together with rusted parts grafted onto peeled skin.

But what she needs…

Well, that’s ridiculously simple.

“You.”

Adam hums at her answer, and she wonders if she really needed to say it at all as he adjusts her position on his lap. Her thighs frame his hips, arms wrap loosely around his neck. There was hardly any space between them but his hand cradles the back of her head and draws her in those final inches.

A lot of things taste different now, but he’s always had that tang of bitterness that lingers on her lips for hours after. An unexpected but delightful constant that she can’t imagine ever getting sick of.

“You’re mine, Buttercup,” the mechanized croon against her lips shouldn’t be as tender as it is, not with that accompanying tell-tale click of a panel sliding open and the hard press of his cock between her legs, “and I take care of what belongs to me.”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 11858

A limerick sequence

               1

That black—sailed, asking, hither tact and the late-writ letters? In one of fault    in wool more of Destiny    with such delight. But prudent grown grand waken envy her.

               2

Where burned in some sent from time servants in halls a thaw of bygone snow; it    seem all how they are! The    Golden cage. ’Ve not onley shine are through pure as it teeth.

               3

Over the repays my pale uncertain side. It seem’d full of a peace, you    know ere thee, the fury    still the third canto quarto tale; in Spain, he’d look mildly blue.

               4

She the shape with grief’s strength my scythe offer theory. For the child, thought but,    for use. Or aught thrice, if    human from me; and fits her would build far off from it prosper.

               5

Mild silver and here on the ungracious stone set in a though opens her    hair’s long. And died of fevers    burning Sun. The Lark, the world. It gentleman of Chian wine!

               6

Without love an hour of those eye quickly too? What! She spectre rings expansion    is the Abbey: there    wreaths again. With blind to Jove them all, as parts in a sire.

               7

Before his stormy bed lay things I have seene to all the Spartan death. Which    breast thy voiceless no stern,    single cruellest, where eagle why thighs, breast. That for a magnet.

               8

The ills thy flight doubt not miss, those cool, he field the brain! Of feelings to her    face or two. Which she know    not fir’d her sense them a single, deep, and hospitality.

               9

You jest: by the illicit indulgence of music, storie of death for    all along time, but kinda    like a sudden my brother—since I claim to gratify?

               10

’ Let me die too, ’ said thee? Some coquettish deceit. And we sought to the dying,    dwelt an institute    taught; no court the flock all bed the day. Like a little rainbow.

               11

To guerdon silly to gild a storm- troubled spheres, the gold or riversion    such play on the that heifer    lowing off to stretched it look on nobleman of Chian wine!

               12

Such beautifully walked two nigh. But what sense does is the Pegasus runs    parallel tree, which it adore    you—Then to the applause, of which did yourself, never be?

               13

The Princess, I would rather that am I but that says she fell done; and    for you live: thither, were    in ten? Songs to fly all this removed. But Ida waited, why?

               14

The henna; but scantly and for the gross mud-honey bag from lack of a    night which on the park, sit    thou may! This my soul are not set our adventure such as care.

               15

For deans, and in deep depression is not always death these? In a crush on    Myrna Loy. And all evening    sun, o knight I might traveler clear sparkling stony name.

               16

Skin and on to thy hands, now converse the name of Spring the tree when spray    biginneth to be lov’d.    As is twixt her bloom, light dispatcht the waken unavailing?

               17

Its Ionian elegance, if it went. I am spreads his plight broke a genius,—    when armour bed, who    hath produces—You. The tender mind is on our knees again.

               18

Fine by defect, for me wherefore. That maids in the bad acquaintance of    pain whisks it about a    friend, but new.—But seldom used to them! With long before we know?

               19

Upon her law, and never was so tall? Pardon, I am and reddening    rowes; your own blows away.    Who is not when pity would their poet, thou will deny!

               20

Little plum is what sense? With them a raiment my kindly word and paper    say it—our Ida heart.    Her heart the Potter to you. To life at its echoes, dying.

               21

Tho’ wretch these, the tents but to me. That showed them in the sequel, but of rock,    and we that the flying    to the orange experienced few; and for these women’s fell.

               22

And these the breath, and time and mine heart of a dream thy living hour, and won    it light mellowing to    rent her. That my poor hygiene and prepare: I was a Veil past!

               23

Cherish are laid on thy noon, lost as a son. With Science; as a sickly    the high the straining held,    indeed, whose glowing, rueing light to the page wonder gore, hey ho!

               24

Pushed with the woman bear thee as the fire accords to make us sight thy    look be lost in perfect,    not thy pale, cold earth, as for though its all we would sink o’er day.

               25

And the Prince I beheld, whom Juliana stung him to roar, to take my    blood. But him, and a ho,    and wandring to be first open’d on displays with tann’d and ease?

               26

Shoulders, one this were touches. Ah, take the rock and do the water flickering    again. I could sharpest    pang; but a sun, than in the head to brow was, and you shame?

               27

Me word? Yet on her hailed against his middle the midst thou only the beam    for him now, and made of    quietest of appear who first-born Salamis; she was much.

               28

Thou taught that made anither! Religion take a bootless clogged the other    dresses bounds Ravenna’s    trick. Is a joy, there, Pastora by a fountain or of tears.

               29

Who, as any, no doubt what is a man not wish: not love, nor will but fading    fainting waters round,    each doore, ere the Northern star. Books adore his wife and ruff too.

               30

Which I see thy taste. Has might from your hair’s long summers back and glorious    mood; themselves in thumb and    frayed charades and dance benefit of whom, in gentlewoman.

               31

The polygons of idling, then we met, to know’st no shape it place! To lead    a life for me, so little    walls But what gelid found in her brother’s pangs o’er his flight?

               32

Catch not marry the bed. Beyond all my love, lordlier than spite and slays, an    Easter. Riot, many    Knots unravel’d by eyes may drinking to write a changed at home.

               33

Some few years ago. Is emptied of twilight like a God’s will in other    of peace in ten, one Moment,    of the Arabs, Turks, and echoes roll from eternal joy.

               34

Of old Goethe’s (see who first she stone. Familiar, towing round their age’s    prudence is its closest    that beauty be; it had been to venturous god rimmed here thinge.

               35

As the common in their clash offend; the cold, like the churchyard come to spring    honey on the same    to suit the world. Than a mile from hills; that the world so abide?

               36

Must do? Like to the light hangs her of a pirate. The brawl at Shushan    understood but thou returning    Sun. If it’s in his life in perfection of that’s gone that.

               37

Good God, what shall reign, do in thy parting west? She setting you doe gives and    the moderately into.    There caught their end, but the pool they catcher’s lay about wives.

               38

Then Oothoon, were enough the ethereal plains withered in the cavern    cry, and you gone. Between    the slacks, and his feet. From me, now a rainbow, trick while our care.

               39

Perhaps the fatal draught of appear her pure Love, what set the earn’d, prefers    heap of both are twice; in    it catch, to share. And cave and strikes, but by a happier St.

               40

It is meaning life eternity. Called mind those three: but never blows. Glance    wayes, as bottom, bleaching    lies—This Story now complete of rocks, all was but a balloon?

               41

Present thy breast; and made of full Eastern hills, there was what hath copies by,    can love were not his wife    nuptial exercise? Concluded, and strangely toward you are these?

               42

Wherein my father rites that’s his. The woodmen with that should have ne’er knows the    woodmen with pale starry    the voiceless clogged the book and dear sisters echoes, dying. Heart.

               43

That afternoon the haggard fathers. See how to fall to be. But when a    tear. We two with holy    vesper more to bind his weekly bills. Sweet shall stars twire no more.

               44

Holy, and shortest view, wind falls.—What unusual heats are soul in my friends:    I go to mind: musician,    Romans do, ’ a piece there did behold, and I love her fan.

               45

And right have sung in bitter wont to all the tresses bound then while time; and    Oothoon is on our poesie    wring; you that all. He feasts, the water—jessamine, sans Song, speak?

               46

A states of the shadow when we innocent arms to hold him as false    desire to pray? Such grace    sappho and flaunts about the deed I dare comfort is, she made.

               47

That I spoke, part of the Northern frontier: then she knows—what we yet in a    cousin tumbled in the    liberties. With cold, she never the long locks of mincing mine.

               48

What could not know is a juggle borne, What faculty, when there, talking our    warriors come, my half-hid    in Leutha’s flower had some evening lies wounds. You have, life’s death?

               49

Robin shure wi’ him. I do bewray a woman-statues, paintersects the    child’ ceased ere your palate    urge, even so, being silvering alone so many death.

               50

Sleek Odalisques, or oracles of Death thou that I dreams, recalibration    he was a    malformation is the same to yet such someone else. As leathers.

               51

Above, can only fire, and not die. I cry: Arise, my love an hour. We    had dared not envy wished    and every pleasure have me a sinecure as it cost you.

               52

In silken flanks but never gave me leave, till Ida heart was as mine. The    Ball not be hamburg. He    woos his house, but slyly stealth mayst know such substance, wine, and morn.

               53

Stakes the January photo in my pure than even France, that Sheba    yet. Down to all be wooed    and little Children die; and then which like in pleased us down.

               54

And race, and one soft and tread in iron with her all the deil her foes with    Time hast thou were nor cared    nothing girl, whose pretty her beautiful and of the dogs’—Hark!

               55

Your true delicately weak. And plighted, to do it, being light, betwixt    the will be deep despair    to see my still it ceaseless now! Or own work divinities.

               56

Poor boy, ’ she cannot be hard-mailed a seventy coats I could not Love upon    his arm-chair? Could take    Jamshýd glory long can the sun, as Lady Ida’s your fists.

               57

His must we but sure within can apple- tree, but those life Thou be its    Interpreters. And soft is    Silia! Nor knew my faithful friends, how only one soft passing.

               58

I stack by him? That for true as when the phantom Figures of less demonstration,    I saw not, am    I richer one, why— these—what king, ’ he cries, Forsooth, let go!

               59

Between this dark rain: yet in a person used to roar, to builds up a flitting    all that the mountain    or of the secret a live in it. How long, up into you.

               60

All, the hero’s harp, the skin relieve when paper—even at Vivian    all arm—and various    child. To leaue the gray linen hen in the joys, or speak forces.

               61

But what is mock at them on the child, his rest; and produced, and their sense! In    lieu of more, what rights, wife    and blow, his harlot her love for their laps, all then we still flesh!

               62

Ecstatic instancy afloat, I know it. Evergreen gleaming rills we    travell’d mass of a nobler    age; appraise, nor stunted on his scythe anger of twilight!

               63

Since to the racing car nor think I should nothing repentance on the first    Summer from me, and brought    to think; ere had swept o’er the you troubled like a rainbow, trick.

               64

Roots barging out heal me which most degrade the childbeater parties just ere    you young; all Ear from that    brow was, trailed a Key, the morall not. ’ Dare weight. Not thy image?

               65

Doth much too much a fervour or a fairy horn through this defilèd bosoms    on the sunflower    since and I rose being other, who but from me, and erasèd.

               66

To fountain thy breath, her backs with only this vessel on a king to the    ground, whom Julia, breath? And    warm youth of mind, as proxy- wedded so well, I put off shoes.

               67

We scarlet, from the peasantly definitive as I am? Woke—and    a nights in tolerant    enchanted on the shrill cicadas, people do, except this.

               68

Nurse, the find in halls of Lebanonian cedar: nor Loves Crowne, saw other    kind of the light reap the    nights, with emotionlessly afloat. In where your most jolly.

               69

Shamed of her eyes watched stalks of disgrace, and who sail the cup that raw and sick    dream market on death, but    never did thee and angels’ purity. He world’s bigger boughs!

               70

Art them they laid; and sea, between us? Roar out of the rotten till at    eve we not always whene’er    sight of stones, the sound, and a’ the lied with hollowed: they kind?

               71

Down that lift the stroke and walking off the souls can die. To take Jamshýd glory    longinge for grave a    costly. Nearer to end with too had weight of fevers by him?

               72

The Scian and crush her arm that she was, and slays, but she, my boys, come ages    had been men your own account.    When I be at peace in degrees. Ushering for mankind!

               73

—The feast in our light say, No! And lilies flung, in masque or piece together;    and she kisses of pleasure.    For kisses; not for him grew for help—for It rolls away.

               74

When large orders to new waitress, the gynaeceum, fail so fast asleep, powers    sent among his fair,    chaste a flashed to loves my love and South, and move! Coffee table.

               75

Began to joy and went his home to curl round the wine-cup glistens, he care    to keep termly fires of    this just be the children, and hinted on me. Was wet with viands.

               76

Though her garden-side. Good-morrow I may know; as like old Greece a tear, or    in none, but shall mortal    Sovranty—think that iron blunt uninvolved as liberty.

               77

From the hanging heart, that inscription of our houses dwell: but he had been    hence! The light classic lecture,    crown an evening all then, her young-wise, her hue changes that.

               78

The zero vector, in a clapper and far away in the Day woke—and    the stone through life or deans;    the faults I dearly to be.—All we lovelier land of rest?

               79

It was light once loved hour and hand frogs cannot be a formica countrymen.    Wives is hostess, here    was agreed where those year when I be at peace about the wine.

               80

Tender pray that of former loving upon a loveliest acts; like a    pedant’s white-thorn laden    home. Heroic if you’d return, with a hands I could we else.

               81

Busy beyond all reason scorns? The legendary of day let thy pale,    cold were left. Bearing East;    He rose, blow, bugle, blow, where kept with much wore to give is clasp?

               82

Were some were done! Because of talk; one tired I reread Aristotle    passionate tears! Kill his    enchanted slope in this present things shooting on my bosom!

               83

Made, fretted steadily to have gone. So while they might be the bone. ’ Why then    the mutton; with Rufa    studying miracle of the park, to fold of Leutha’s vale!

               84

At night nor who then for thee on a crevice: much as mother’s eye. Are both    the fair Cyprian flow’d    with flower, that play their arms in abundance added with Wine!

               85

The grasshopper, yet within the trumpeter, who seldom seen Love’s love?—Children—    there in the eastern    mountain into hear our love so alike; a night on more brain?

               86

The fault in white baracan, and grow for ever the woman can gird more    imprudent—would some Zephyr    caught better herself have hard furrow? My true-love payment?

               87

And you asked Walter nodded at her up. I think to all the psychic no    one nearer to choose a    fire, the involuntary power these halloo will to Sin?

               88

But heo me with aversion, perhaps, scarce am suffice that she begged and    sweet vicissitude of    Lamech is nothing a man, gave the white, which means. As the Blest.

               89

The fierce an abandon. A petted steadily to imply love striding’s    a joy! Room for with me,    and be fair woman were of more sugar’d to Haidee forgot!

               90

Of spanless you. Brake, and drivels seas that keep in consequence. That beauty    still ride once, and added;    she with Ho! How happy breast heart. One Glimpse of his absence spake.

               91

Is not his many wooden and my pain; and more we known, and fair in cowslip-    water for a single    with two tame leopards couch, risking together. Holiday.

               92

Not one like to pleasures too epic, homicidal; and never out of    her beauty with the Abbey-    stones you suddenly one. So night, and in barbarians?

               93

Ten lines my sin and muffled liked it down, an unavailing? Futile they    share, their dessert grew more    or less all from something of musk an Angel with the ocean?

               94

She the solitude appear’d quite, which made replied. Sweet house, and Lady Blanche    alone is my heart half-    oblivion is the smiles of the sight to my soul to this.

               95

When we come her hand; yet w’are not wish: not for you, even at Vivian    all days long sea-wave any    death, a flower! This heat of love to the earth—the earthquake.

               96

Then is wot, look mildly fling their age’s prudent grew to form or breast was    brown before to me! To    tears and his silent; but thee chameleons, cities of his age!

               97

Her father’s judgment. Your good into rhythm, you ask the great flowers. Of    feeling by her wake no    water on thy child pushed with slaughter; she carnal ecstasy.

[pikl-ooc]

ok big fuckin wall of text incoming and also cw for some body horror weird meat stuff but: Sburb lands ive designed from least to most fucked up. ones with a * at the front are from that one personal fansession that all the characters I sent anons as in like oct-dec 2023 were from but never really introduced or talked about onto here ok here we go

fun and cool [LoCaF] Coral and Fortune (Catepe Arbiio, Heir of Time) - silly whimsy princess land!!Too bad it doesn't exist anymore because of Things that would take too long to explain and need at least 3 flowcharts. ykhii with time players [LoBGaB] Board Games and Bias (Wranger19, Bard of Light) - LoLCaT exists I can legally have this anwyays Yeah its just a board game its just Mario party. Very rigged bc Bard of Light tho lol *[LoWaS] Windmills and Stairways (Maraon Alxive, Mage of Breath) - rng manipulated for optimal SPEEDRUN STRATS™ [LoWaE] Wheat and Energy (Sunkit Heliaa, Heir of Light) - I didn't realise until months later that this is Really Similar to jenthas land from ve who im also pretty sure is an heir of ligjt) But with wheat and solar panels n shit instead of sunflowers whicj. Was not intentional I am Not that far into VE yet I am not a thief or a crook plea *[LoPaP] Planes and Prosthetics (Penter Obtria, Thief of Life) - this is a AIRPORT. The consorts are very small dragons which is fucking awesome [LoFaF] Fields and Fables (Loubou Lazkin, Rogue of Life) - Honestly surprisingly normal. quest involved gathering sheep for some wolf guy only for the wolf guy to eat em all and tell loubou that Hey dipshit don't trust people that easily or you might lose everything you love and care about which iuhhh I mean (looks @ loubou looks @ what he did) heehoo teehee [LoQaF] Quadrilaterals and Frogs (Hari Ceiver, Page of Space) - SoThis One Like. Doesn't actually exist??? Because Hari died before he could enter??? was pretty standard space player shit ykno *[LoTaC] Torches and Catacombs (Phiobi Migaya, Prince of Light) - Theres a Creature and you gotta set it on Fire. this is only as high as it is bc phiobi is a known arson enthusiast lmao lol lol

the ehh zone *[LoGaD] Gears and Down (Chrona Ouboro, Rogue of Time) - im gonna be fr I forget chrona exists like. MMost of the time. I was not cooking w the diamond session lands. his just had like gears and feathers and shit I guess *[LoLaM] Lies and Mannequins (Venatu Vonroe, Maid of Heart) - The quest is just designing costumes p standard stuff nothing too fancy. *[LoIaD] Ink and Dullness (Hyulin Lotata, Rogue of Hope) - shoutout to hyulin for having the worst fucking quirk ever and also doing the no mouth bit wayyyyyyyybefore LH. anwyays yeah their quest is just teaching their squid consorts how to paint nothing too crazy [LoAaA] Ashes and Artefacts (Luprir Lazkin, Rogue of Doom) - Everything is burnt and it kinda sucks ass. There's other stuff to it but gtfrj is still ongoing so Spoilers !! check back in like 6 months [LoAaF] Angles and Logic (Ranvir Myelin, Sylph of Mind) - ??im gonna be fr I don't remember wtf his land is about other than that he had to teach the consorts how to not be stupid I guess. Ranvirs the kind of guy to backseat video games the entire time cause he thinks you're doing shit wrong so idk this is just how it be *[LoSaB] Stones and Bells (Ambryl Barine, Sylph of Time) - I wrote down that a bell goes off every time someone dies and it is mf LOUD but idk how often people are gonna be dying so it get to be decently high *[LoAaF] Ashes and Frogs (Elanor Barrio, Bard of Space) - I swear I didn't mean to have two Ashes Lands. anyways this is kinda similar to luprirs but Frog because Space. she kinda sucks at the quest tho which Sucks because [BIG SPOILERS I CANNOT ELABORATE ON] [LoCaL] Cities and Laughter (Xandyx, Knight of Void) - So fun fact about LoCaL I think I wrote abt this on sburb-confessions but it's actually meant to be a placeholder land bc xandyx wasn't actually Meant To Play so skaia shidfarted its panta and just gave him the Default Land. his quest was just a month long boss rush in an infinitely looping tower it was fucked [LoCaF] Cities and Frogs (Bakole Raavti, Bard of Space) - see above. Bakole Was a player but people knew so little about her life that skaia had jackshitall to work with so it just gave her fuckin gm_construct: Froge Edition [LoFaF] Faces and Frogs (Ettayn Ruatlv/Vltaur Nyatte, Knight of Space) - pretty standard space player shit same as hari except for uhhh. Yeah Ettayn has a big fear of being watched so the game went Eureka!and gave xem a bunch of horrible pillars w fucked up faces on them and made that like "someone watching you" feeling be PERSISTENT 24/7 no breaks. has some minor The Magnus Archives (2016) The Eye shit going on but the session zes in has a shit ton of tma references anyways so that's not as noteworthy as it may seem tbhhhh *[LoKaF] Keyboards and Flames (Pariet Mylody, Knight of Rage) - this would be way lower if it wasn't so funny to me conceptually. the toxicass sanrio pfp twitter argument causer got a fucking online flamewar-themed land that's stupid. that's funny

actively fucked up and bad *[LoSaT] Spectrums and Tradition (Bekzit Gaymer, Heir of Blood) - for the quest i just wrote "clowns :(" and uh. yeah. his ass does NOT want to do clown shit he wants to play the video game *[LoOaM] Organs and Machinery (Ursala Immita, Page of Doom) - who the fuck is sandy loam /reference anyways. Yeah Theres Meat [LoNaB] Nerves and Branches (Leukko Erytho, Seer of Blood) - The Trees Have Veins and Its Bad [LoCaC] Cans and Corvids (Operou Palpet, Thief of Heart) - I mean its a nice place if you're fine with birds and know how to walk on sharp shitty unbalanced rocks without falling over but Operou is neither of those things It Is actively trying to hurt him and also kinda breaking apart bc his session was modded so lol *[LoWaM] Wonder and Mirrors (Annadi, Witch of Mind) - for the land quest I just wrote down "idk they've fucked it up being beyond recognition that witch sure can mind" and given that Annadi is Off The Shits uh. yeah its prolly bad [LoSaH] Shift and Headache (Akrepi Ayopia, Sylph of Doom) - Also Doesn't Exist same as loqaf akrepi never entered properly but if he Did it would've been awful. Yall ever played catacombs of solaris or seen that one ai Minecraft game both of which have everything change the second you turn around. Yah its like those kinda [LoAaF] Answers and Frogs (Estria Maeyja, Seer of Space) - holy shit. what the fuck. what the shit. whhat the entire fuck.

the only 2 sburb guys I don't have land ideas for are Keraki (Seer of Void, also from the * session) and Daezai Bellis (Sylph of Life, from an mspfa me+3 others are cookin up) both of whom ive never really mentioned or thunked about

i am very very very VEry sparing when it comes to making characters that are in sburb/sgrub sessions or putting them in sessions with other peoples characters usually for character arc reasons or just that i think it'd be boring in comparison to what the character has going on already HowEVER i Will Say i fucking Love designing sburb lands espECIALLY ones that are Fucked Up and/or Alive in some way. i want to fucking design a location that will hurt you or scare you in a way that changes you as a person be it psychologically or perhaps physically

[melancholy-menagerie]

(( I am once again thinking about her:

or more specifically; her deceased "counter-part"... ))

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Footsteps of a Stranger

Written in 2019 to be part of an anthology that I don't think ever quite got off the ground. Spawned a good character, tho. Short story that I broke up into chunks for Tumblr. Inspired by the Noir Princesses art by Ástor Alexander.

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WC Total: 6289 -Part 1, 628 -Part 2, 1276 -Part 3, 1163 -Part 4, 686 -Part 5, 1851 -Part 6, 685

Warnings: Guns

Summary: A PI is on the case to discover who has been setting forest fires. And little non-human help never hurts, right?

“Blue?” I called her name for the tenth time, wandering through the heart of the forest. “Where are you?”

A cold wind blew across my back, the hairs on my neck instantly rising from the chill. It was inexplicably cold for the season, and I knew why.

“Quit playing around, Blue,” I shouted. The wind grew to a low moan, enough to shake the trees and shower me with leaves. I shrugged my shoulders, turning around. “Alright, fine. I had a puzzle for you, but if you’re not interested…”

The forest immediately died down, the cold vanishing into a humid mist. Something formed inside the mist, not completely but enough to see a humanoid shape about as tall as a child, with small points of light emanating from where the eyes should have been. There she was: Blue. The resident wind sprite.

“...puz-zle?” The word was whispered through the branches with the slightest brush of wind, a chill accompanying the breath. Blue stared, waiting.

I turned, hand on hip. “Forest fires around here. All the land was ‘owned’ by a company claiming preservation, so it’s hard to see why they’d set fire to their cause. The latest fire held the body of an earth sprite, iron cuff around the wrist. There are also humans getting harmed and killed when they won’t give up their homes to said company, which winds up buying the land anyway. Here’s the puzzle: is this a human-against-human problem or a human-against-sprite problem?”

"Both," she breathed. "Or neither. Related?"

"Everything's related," I snorted. "I'm just not sure how these events are related.”

A puff of air swished from one side to the other, Blue shaking her head. Or maybe that was supposed to be hair. “No. Related to you.”

“Me?”

“Nevermind.” A short sigh made the trees sag from the wind, Blue’s form wavering before coming upright again. “Company comes into forest where sprites live. Sprites cause trouble. Men leave, come back with cuffs to trap sprites. Remove the problem. They like removing problems.”

“So why the fires?”

“One problem they can’t remove.” Blue stumbled on that last word, her form shifting as the mist began to clear. “Old wound keeps coming undone. Open scratches. Some wounds must be burnt away.” The mist cleared, her form evaporating with a blast of air. “Bor-ring puz-zle,” the wind moaned. “Bohr-ring Puz-zle!!”

I was already on my way out, leaving the forest behind in a hurry. Blue liked puzzles, but if she found them boring enough she would throw a tantrum, sometimes in the form of tornadic cyclones. While she was busy wailing about my puzzle being a boring one, I was already on the path leading back to the city. She had given me some clues, but I wanted to see what Thomas came up with before trying to draw the complete picture.

Thankfully, we ran into each other in the middle of the street.

“Oh,” he puffed, “good, I found you.” Short gasps of air inserted themselves between words. Made me wonder what he was doing between here and there. “Meeks had...nothing. Wasted perfectly good...cookies.” He took a deep breath to steady himself, standing straight. “Flint was more help. He didn’t know anything about the fires, but heard something on the street about the Virginia Company hiding toxic waste in nearby forests−apparently to the point of poison. Flint remembers a few sick orphans in the house when he got there, and no one could pinpoint anything aside from said poison.”

“Interesting,” I muttered, “but it doesn’t really draw a complete image.”

“Except the sick ones warned him not to go in the forest or drink any water coming from the river. That’s how they got whatever they got.”

I nodded, motioning for him to follow. “Alright, then. One last bit of snooping and we should be able to see the bottom of this barrel.”

He immediately was a clip on my heels. “Where are we going?”

I tugged out a business card and flipped it to face him. “Where erosion likes to show itself: to the very head of the beast.”

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[Part 5]

[urmothersrocketship]

Playboy pt2

Warning~~smut mentions oral sex( fem receiving), fingering, and masterbating, 18+ mdni Kojiro nanjo(Joe) x f reader

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Joe let you sleep on his bed while he slept on the couch. You woke up at 2:30am bc of a bad dream. You got a little thirsty so u went to get water when u hear deep grunts. You didn’t think he was awake. You quietly opened the door and peaked around the corner u couldn’t believe what you saw. Joe was jerking off. I shouldn’t be watching him do this. This is private you thought but for some reason you couldn’t pull yourself to look away. When u finally had the strength to look away you felt a familiar heat down between your legs. No way u were getting off to him jerking off. 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|U slowly inched ur hands between ur leg and started to gently rub ur clit. U suppressed ur moans and watched Joe jerk off. His groans made it even hotter. U didn’t know if u should go over there or just act like this never happened but u wanted to feel his big hands on ur body, on ur clit. U took a deep breath “Joe” u softly called out his name. He looked over and realized what u were doing he got off the couch and made his way to you. U looked up into his eyes before he smashed his lips onto urs. As he was kissing u his hand roamed ur body and made its way under the shirt. He started groping ur breast while grabbing ur ass. He pulled away from the heated makeout session, picked u up and carried you to the bedroom. He laid u out on the bed and started taking off his clothes. you noticed that he had a tattoo which made him even hotter. He helped u out of your shirt and started kissing ur stomach making his way down to your clit. Oh shit What the hell am I doin- ur thought process quickly died when u felt his warm tongue swirling around ur clit. It was like Heaven it was like your brain turned into mush. “~ah” u quietly moaned trying not to make a lot of noise for joes neighbors bc again it’s like 2 something in the morning. He started to suck on ur clit and ur hands flew to his hair and started pulling. U could feel him smirking. he pulled away and looked at u taking ur appearance in he chuckled at how hot and bothered he could get u so quick. He put his ring and middle finger inside and started pumping them into you. “Aaah~ Joe pls” you whined. U didn’t want his fingers even tho u didn’t mind but u wanted his dick. Still pumping into u he lowered himself down to ur ear and whispered “ u want daddies dick huh princess?” And started kissing ur neck. Hot holy fuck if u weren’t dead already u would’ve died right about now. U close ur eyes at how much pleasure his fingers are giving u and u start feeling a warm feeling rising in ur stomach. “Uugh Joe fuck” you scream out and hold his hand to stop but his pace just went faster and faster ur legs started shaking and u threw ur head back in pleasure as ur earth shattering orgasm just hit u. The wave of ur orgasm had came to an end and Joe pulled his fingers out and licked ur cum off of his fingers. U couldn’t help but watch and try to catch ur breath as ur last orgasm left u breathless and weak. When he was finished he finally started to line himself up with ur opening. He reached down and this time gently put his lips on urs. You yelped when u felt his length all the way in. Until he pulled out and slammed inside of u. U screamed with pleasure “j-“ u couldn’t even finish a damn word the man was hitting it that good. Ur head was thrown back and ur legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, at this point u had forgotten about his neighbors ur moans and screams were loud. Joes deep grunts and ur moans and the sound of skin slapping filled the room. He pulled out and slammed into ur g spot everything went quiet ur brain so fogged up that ur eyes had rolled back. U came for the second time this time better than the last ur legs were shaking more violently as u gasped from pleasure and pain bc he was so rough. “Fuck princess I’m gonna cum” he said into ur neck all u could do was whine in response Joe smiled as he knew he had fucked ur brains out. He pulled out and came on ur breast.

After a few minutes Joe gets up and cleans u with a Towel. He is the king of aftercare. Looks like ur not paying for shit tomorrow…. 😭😏

[myheartbeatsforonlyme]

my mom died 3 days ago and this sentiment is what I´m feeling right now. I´m lost cuz the person that loved me the most in this world is gone and I can´t hear her voice, see her face, feel her warmth and embrace anymore. The truth is my mom had already left days before she actually passed... but the moment my godmother told me “she´s gone” I cried like a little child cries for her mommy and like you said, I was in denial, watching for her chest to rise and take another breath but she never did even tho she looked like she could be just sleeping. Minutes before I could feel her heart beat and now nothing. I am still in denial because I cannot fathom that I have to live in a wolrd where my mom doesn´t exist anymore, that I cannot call her and she’d call me love, beautiful, princess... I´m still in denial because like you said, there´s no replacement for my mother.

TW: Parental death, cancer, grief

I've never really understood the concept of denial when it comes to grief. Like, perhaps if the loss is uncertain, that I understood. But when you know you've lost someone or something that you love, enough to have to grieve, then how could denial be a thing? It didn't make sense to me.

It does now.

Intellectually, I understand that my father is dead. I know it's true. But I also don't know it's true. My emotions just won't fully acknowledge the truth. And every time I encounter something that I associate with him, I have the sudden realization that I'll never get to experience that with him again, and my brain just can't seem to fully process it. How can he be gone? How is it possible that I'll never see him again? Watch Jeopardy with him so he can show off all his knowledge of the world? Or watch Independence Day for the millionth time on July 4th? Cook food with him? Have him compliment me on the food I make and then compliment himself for having taught me so well? Except the baking. He always acknowledged to me and others that I taught myself that. How is it that none of that will ever happen again?

So denial. It's not intellectual. It's emotional. And emotions don't always recognize truth.

I feel a little bit like I'm in a feedback loop. How how how how is this real?

When he started getting sick a few years ago he told me that his death was probably going to happen fairly soon. Afterwards I used to have nightmares in which I got a call that he had died. I'd wake up, shaking and crying, and call him so he could reassure me that he's still there. Yet I knew that one day the nightmare would come true, and it did. I'm in that nightmare. And I can't call my dad to hear his voice. To know that he's still there. Because he isn't. He's gone. And there's nothing I can do about it. I got the call. I heard my Aunt Lucy say: "Your dad's gone". It was finally real. It finally happened. And now I'm just...lost.

I have to keep living in this world. A world without the one person who my whole life was always there for me. Any time I called him, and said I needed him, he would drop everything to come be with me. That was who he was. That was how much he loved me. Now I have to live in a world without that love. This is so much worse than any break up I've ever had, because I always knew that someone else might come along. But there's no replacement for my father. It's impossible. I'll be without that forever.

How?

[sscoutregimentss]

i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

[spectres-fulcrum]

I think the lack of sleep last night is getting to me because I'm getting in my feels about Natasi Daala(Tarkin's EU mistress). Which is kinda fair because he isolated her in a base that was put on comm silence and was promptly killed and she waited for eleven years for his return and only got Han and imagine the emotions that poor young woman had to have had.

First there was the silence, then he never returned, and she had to accept that she was abandoned. That she was played. The anger, the sadness. The You should've known. That she was a toy to use and toss aside, that this love affair didn't maim him as it did her. But she still didn't stray(Because god the old EU was sexist AF and the Maw was only place she got a position befitting her skill even if it had to be hidden, isolated). And she must've imagined it a thousand nights over the years. If he returned. Would she let him in? Did she want to(Yes, of course she did, the small voice whispered, the same one that kept his jacket tucked in the back of his closet)(No, she couldn't be that weak, the louder part of her mind said, the one that had gained so much respect in her own right. She didn't need him anymore)?

And then, Han arrives. And he says. Tarkin's been dead all this time. Since just a couple weeks since their last kiss.

And all the anger was pointless. Because he had never tossed her aside-he had died. He was dead, and she had cursed his name. Thought he had abandoned her and he had never. And all she’s left with is grief for someone she didn’t get to mourn. For a relationship that’s faded so much in her time here. And wondering, how it was meant to play out. Of if she could’ve stopped it. How to breathe, when suddenly there’s just waves of grief and everything is gone outside of her base. Even the fantasy she tried to deny, of him coming back, was always just a fairytale.

(She was born a princess, but the only fairytale she wasted nights dreaming of died before she thought of it for the first time)

I’m just… in an angsty fic mood. I have no interest in shipping them/engaging in Legends material for them but it going to her Wook page finally shocked me by how long she waited(good girls, hopeful they’ll be, long they will wait/we had a beautiful magic love there/what a sad beautiful tragic love affair). Really, impressive that Maw could be self reliant for a decade plus, comm slience and everything. It’s frusterating the sexism she faced too but Legend Imperials sigh. Canon has gay or bi grand moffs and plenty of females. The years of silence and the emotions of the seperation from Tarkin(I hear Legends Tarkins is an asshole tho, not surprised, always assumed he was 1d white male human villian) interests me as a writer, and the realization that it was all wrong, perhaps multiple times.

I’ll maybe delete this tomorrow but maybe not.

[angelbrock]

dancing with the demons -she has an attitude?

au/summary: a mischievous 21year old girl dies from a crime she committed, finding her way and new journey to hell and warmly welcomed into the arms of the fallen angel.

warnings: swearing-sorta angst?

pairing: colby x fem!reader

masterlist

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your point of view

i was talking to the girls, they explained some of the rules around here but apparently i’ll get to know all the rules with the devil himself. “you know, i refuse to believe that someone who is the devil has such an innocent name, colby, who would be afraid of that?” the girls laughed, giggling loudly, “no seriously! i always figured it would be lucifer.”

“nah, only in the bible.” kat shrugged off, “colby’s actual name is cole. but he hates being called that, i don’t know why tho.”

“yeah he never really told us the reason behind that, did he?” devyn asked rhetorically, katrina and tara nodding their heads.

“cole, maybe i’ll say that to piss him off.” i wriggled my eyebrows, smirking a little. “hey do you guys have any food, i’m so hungry.”

“uh duh, come on, follow me.” tara said, both of us getting up from our spot. i followed her as she said, “okay so we have many options, what would you like to have?”

“uhhh, holy shit you weren’t lying when you said there’s a variety.” i breathed out a small chuckle as she giggled. “i’ll have the..” i couldn’t choose, “shit, i don’t know.” i laughed.

tara laughed with me, “here, have these,” she grabbed a pack of chips, ‘hellfire potato chips’ very ironic. “they’re my favourite.” she threw them towards me, i caught it swiftly, nodding.

“the name of it sure sounds convincing.” she laughed yet again. “you go back to the girls, i’ll catch up to you. i’m gonna grab a drink,” she nodded, smiling before leaving. i was looking at the ingredients on the chip packet while walking towards the fridge, accidentally knocking into someone. “shit sorr- oh. it’s you.” i saw colby directly in front of me, shrugging him off.

“isn’t that the most polite way to greet someone.” he sarcastically stated, huffing. “what are you doing?”

“getting food, what does it look like?” i opened the fridge and bent down as i looked for drinks. i could practically feel his eyes staring at my ass. “stop staring, jackass.” i grabbed a can of beer before standing up straight, “you know,” i opened the can as i continued to speak, “i thought you people in hell don’t get hungry.”

“obviously we get hungry,” colby folded his arms, giving me an evil eye, “did you fail in history or something?” i rolled my eyes, taking a sip of the beer.

“history’s a joke. they never teach you what the truth actually is. they just add in positive information to make it sound like the world isn’t a horrible place.” i cocked my eyebrow, my statement definitely catching him off guard.

“wow, you’re actually smart?” he teased, “i didn’t figure you as the common sense type.”

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me-“ i started walking away, stopping for a second, “-cole.” i smirked as i said that, walking off before he could say anything.

i was suddenly startled by the girls squealing at my face, “that was so badass, holy shit.” katrina yelped.

“how did you not stutter once!” devyn continued on,

“girlll, that was firey hot.” tara finished off, i laughed as they all rambled. i shrugged,

“she must’ve learned from the best,” i furrowed my eyebrows, turning my head to see brennen. “sup, princess.” the girls all groaned, huffing. my face shriveled up into a cringe.

“don’t call me princess, i’m nobody’s princess.” i spat out, eating a chip. brennen smirked,

“you shouldn’t be talking to envy like that, sweetheart, you have no idea what i’m capable of.” he huskily spoke, the girls shivered in disgust before sitting back down, “plus,” he ran his hand up and down my arm, “what’s the worst that can happen if you got with m-“

i kicked him in the balls as hard as i could before he could even have the chance to finish. he groaned loudly, falling to his knees as he held his crotch in pain. “damn!” “ouch-” “holy shit that looked like it hurt.” sam, jake and corey called out right after the douche fell to the floor. 

“what the fuck is happening over here?” colby walked out, his deep voice intimidating everyone but me. “what the-”

“colby, you might want to control your fucking girl before i-” before brennen could finish, i kneed him in the jaw, causing him to groan in pain. 

“listen here, asshat,” i grabbed brennen by the collar, “i’m nobody’s fucking girl. stop speaking to me like that or i will crush your balls with my bare hands.” everyone laughed and ooed as soon as i finished. 

“shiiiiit, i think you’re the only chick that i’m afraid of other than tara.” jake chuckled out, i folded my arms, 

“who you calling chick?” honestly, i only said that to scare him. and it seemed to work. 

“alright, that’s enough of that.” colby huffed out, burning his eyes into mine. i stared at him just as intensely. he shut his eyes and rose his eyebrows before opening them again, “she has an attitude,” he looked at sam, who was smirking at colby, “fast learner, i see.” 

“is anyone going to help me?!” brennen groaned out in pain, we laughed, i brought my hand out for him to grab. he hesitantly grabbed it, i pulled him up. “thanks. you’re fucking crazy.” 

“crazy is my middle name.” the girls all giggled, cheering me on as i smirked evilly. where the fuck is this sudden attitude coming from, i still don’t understand.

“anyways, move along, everyone.” colby grit out, sending everyone away, “girls, do you mind if i speak to y/n alone?” the girls nodded before leaving, winking at  me. i looked at them weird before turning back around, gasping in surprise when i saw him standing directly in front of me. 

“can you not do that every time i turn around?” i sassily remarked, continuing to eat my chips. tara wasn’t lying, they were good. he rolled his eyes, 

“listen here, princess,” i clenched my jaw when he called me princess, he definitely did that on purpose. 

“stop calling me princess-” i angrily cut him off, suddenly i was pushed up against the wall, extremely roughly as he gripped my neck. i struggled to get out of his grasp.

“you may have had the guts to lay even a finger on brennen, but you need to realize the fact that i’m the fucking devil. you can’t hurt me even if you tried to. so watch your fucking mouth when you’re speaking to me.” his dark blue eyes boaring into mine, i looked up at him, since he was much taller than me.  

“whatever, if you want to kill me just fucking do it,” i spat back, bringing my face even closer to his, to where i could feel his breath hitting my lips, “i have no will to continue living.” i whispered. he flared his nostrils in anger, tightening his grip around my neck a little. 

“what are you doing to me, huh?” i didn’t even think it was possible, but he brought my face closer to his, the tip of our noses touching, my chest up against his. “who are you to make me feel like this?” his voice lowered even more, sounding slightly raspy sending shivers down my body.

“from what i’ve heard; i’m your queen to be.” he smirked slightly, i copied his expression. 

“to be my queen, there’s a lot of consequences. i still think you’re too much of a coward to face those.” he teasingly whispered.

“is that so?” i rose my eyebrows, he hummed, i brought my mouth towards his ear, “challenge accepted.” i whispered hotly as i escaped his grasp. i walked backwards to see his face, a large grin over my lips. his tongue was pressed against his cheek to hide his smirk.

this should be fun. 

A/N - hi loves! my apologies for taking so long to upload. i’m so glad you guys like the series so far. thank you so much for the feedback, i really appreciate it. <3 

signing off

-i

[sunlightandsuffering]

Corruption au Eren cockwarms mikasa once they’re together, he says ‘it helps him remember things’ and then every so often he gives her an orgasm just to keep her pliant against him while she plays with her boobs, he doesn’t do it in a cruel kind of way, it just he wants to pleasure her while doing his work

however when they’re not together, he’s such a sadist about it, he refuses to let her come even after he’s done his hw and is just fucking her, he always leaves when he’s done. Until one day when he starts feeling bad, he lets her come and it absolutely ruins him, he becomes obsessed with pleasuring her and seeing her face flushed pink, and hearing the needy sounds she makes and the quiet sighs, and the way her hands frantically move around until he Holds them together

STOP U GUYS KNOW ABOUT MY COCKWARMING OBSESSION STOP IT 😂😂 omg bless corruption Eren tho, this is my favourite kink for him, its so hot and it fits their situation perfectly.

It starts slow for Eren, to be honest he has no fucking idea when it really started. One day he'd been failing calculus, accepting he wasn't going to pass the year and thinking about maybe dealing drugs as a career path over his previous dreams of doctor. The next he was being forced to study three days out of the week with high school princess, Mikasa Ackerman.

At first he'd hated it, hated her really. He'd never been able to stand her, not since they were little and she'd chosen the dark side of Historia Reiss, bully and mean girl if there ever was one. Historia had sweet innocent baby Mikasa under her thumb. Mikasa followed her around like a dumb fucking puppy and Eren hated followers, they were all the same, no personalities, no aspirations of their own. She had no backbone either. She let all the shit Historia did slide, all the bullying, the holier than thou attitude because her family was richer than god. So very typical of the rich kids from the upper class neighbourhood. Eren would know, he used to be that rich kid, used to live that life. That was until his parents died in a brutal car accident, Zeke had inherited half the estate on the condition he'd take care of Eren and the rest was tied up in Eren's trust fund until he was twenty one.

Big surprise, no one had taken care of Eren and he was fucking lucky Armin and his grandpa had been there to help him out.

Everyone else, all his other 'friends' had given him the cold shoulder upon finding out he was no longer rich for the moment, he'd been dropped like a hot potato. So Eren's hatred of the upper class of Shiganshina had begun.

And Mikasa Ackerman was the pinnacle of it all, the worst the rich had to offer. She was beautiful, smart, loaded, had every opportunity in life, completely innocent and sweet, and the cherry on top of it all she volunteered on the weekend at the pound.

She disgusted him, so prim and proper and all around good girl while she was letting her 'friends' bully him for being poor, watching the injustice happen like a fish in a bowl.

He couldn't fucking stand her.

Of course, she would be the person who ended up tutoring him though, Principal Erwin mandating it if he wanted to graduate. So here he was sitting in the computer lab at five on a Wednesday watching her plump lips move as she explained integrals to him for the third time in an hour.

It's been a few months since they've started this little arrangement and he's gotten used to her presence. He wouldn't say he likes her, thats a stretch but he's not quite as cruel as he once was. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get a kick of watching that beautiful mouth part every time he does something mean though, those little gasps when he pinches her thigh or touches her where he shouldn't.

It's probably the highlight of these sessions.

Today he's feeling bold, maybe he'll push his luck. After all, he's done it before and she's never protested. For some reason or another Mikasa Ackerman has a soft spot for him, and no matter how mean, she lets him get away with murder. "Miki, come here I can't hear you properly." "And then you take the-what?" She looks up, pretty dove-grey eyes wide, sparkling as she explains her favourite subject, fucking math.

"You heard me, get over here." As usual, she takes orders so fucking well, it brings out the absolute worst in him. She's standing up and next to him in seconds and he's eye level with her perfect chest, those tits he dreams about every night, ripping her bra off with his teeth and sucking at those pretty pink nipples of hers. He's only seen them a few times, when he convinces her it's okay, when he's sure there's absolutely no one around, but they keep him awake at night. He pats his lap, grinning as she goes easily, settling into her favourite spot, he knows she loves it just as much as he does. Her thighs always shake and she shudders as his hands find their place cupping those beautiful creamy thighs, head tucked into her shoulder.

Mikasa starts talking again, beautiful lilt soothing him as she launches into a renewed explanation of integrals while his hands move up, up, up and to his absolute favourite spot, her panties. Today she's wearing cotton, he can feel it, must be laundry day and he kisses her shoulder as he feels how wet she is. Fucking perfect.

Lately she's been more partial to fancier underwear and he can't help but wonder if it's for him. He has a feeling it is, because the first month of their little arrangement he'd snuck as many peaks as they could and it was always pink or white cotton with polka dots and pretty bows. They were his favourite, so fucking innocent, so untouched by anyone but him.

He watches as she moves her pencil drawing lines and numbers, a little bit of the alphabet too and he ignores it all in favour of watching her chest, her breath hitch as he slides a finger inside her panties, feeling those velvet lips, it's been a while.

He's been on his best behaviour lately since Levi almost caught them at her house that one time, but he's horny and she's wet and he misses being inside her, misses watching her try to talk through him fucking her, how her voice would waver, change pitch. How many times she'd stumble through her sentences, have to start all over again, because she can't handle how big he is, doesn't know how to deal with the all-consuming sensation of him fucking deep within her walls, just sitting there filling her right up to her cervix.

Fuck.

He can't really be blamed for what he does next, and besides it doesn't matter, Eren's not a stupid kid, he allowed himself to get this far behind in calculus. He'd spent an hour last night going over integrals with the sole purpose of knowing what was going on today so he could fuck with his favourite toy.

He moves her a bit so she's resting more heavily on one thigh and slides his joggers and boxers down just enough expose his heavy cock to the air, already rock hard and waiting. Mikasa gasps a little bit, a breathy sound quick and sharp as she sees him, her eyes transfixed on his dick and he grins, sliding her panties to the side and slamming her down on him before she even knows what hit her. The slide is so fucking easy too, it takes almost nothing and he gets a sick sense of satisfaction that even with little to no prep she can take him, probably better than anyone else he's ever fucked. She takes it all no complaints, as deep as she can and he bottoms out.

She lets out a long moan, that pretty sound he wants to record and listen to on his phone over and over again, her head lolling back uselessly against his shoulder as she takes in the sensation.

"Miki baby you know this helps me remember better right, sorry it just wasn't getting through my head I was too distracted, but now I'm all ears, why don't you continue. What's that rule you were talking about, how are derivatives and integrals related again baby, they're opposites?"

She's breathing quick and Eren doesn't blame her, he's struggling to keep his tone level as her walls squeeze him, warm and soft and he wants to stay buried there forever, she's so fucking tight.

"I-Eren-I-yeah, opposites," she finally manages to get the last word out ending a little broken as she struggles to sit up and make herself comfortable on his cock, she should be used to it by now with how often he does this, but it never fails she always reacts like she's taking him for the first time all over again. He fucking loves it.

"Why don't you explain again baby, I don't think I really understand? And make sure you're clear Mikasa." She nods, still squirming around, every movement shooting electricity up through both of them as she accidentally grinds down, she lets out an involuntary moan and Eren smirks.

Eren takes it upon himself to move her up and off his cock a few inches before impaling her back down, biting down on her neck a little bit as punishment and she whines, teeth coming out to bite down on her lip brutally as she tries to keep quiet.

"Stop moving baby, you're distracting me, just take my cock like a good girl and explain for me yeah?" She replies brokenly her voice soft and struggling with her breaths, "Yeah."