#where does the man end? and where does the rabbit begin?

[hungharrington]

i love every single one of the summer smut prompts and am manifesting them for everyone this summer but "utilisation of the ties on the sides of bikini bottoms" for stevie? 🥰

i wish that for everyone also!! okie this became filthy so quickly lol but i also hope everyone looked at this prompt and went 🙂‍↕️ steve's a munch. afab!reader, 1.8k, overstim, a very unsanitary use of a kitchen counter, nearly mean!steve, mdni this entire blog is 18+

unravelled

"You know," Steve murmurs in your ear, his breath hot across your skin. "This is normally much harder."

The kitchen counter digs into your lower back lightly, the stone cool compared to your flushed skin. Steve's crowded against you, his hands wandering, with a particular interest in the sides of your bikini. He's close enough you can feel the scratch of the hair of his chest, feel the heat of his body.

He kisses your neck. You try to hold even a modicum of power here.

"Is that—" Your sharp inhale interrupts, due to the hickey Steve's beginning to paint onto the sensitive skin of your neck. "—some, like, stupid dick joke?"

You feel, rather than hear, Steve's responding laughter. It's light and immediately buried beneath another scrape of his teeth along your neck. You gasp softly, entirely unsure what to do with your hands.

It's not as if you're surprised you ended up here — you and Steve cooling off in the pool, with minimal fabric between you, is hardly a difficult equation.

It's more the here, the now.

You're still in the kitchen for christ's sake—and yet no part of you wants to tell Steve to wait so you can move it upstairs just yet. You're more eager than you'd expect to see where this goes.

"No," Steve says raspily, dragging his mouth off you.

You wonder if its because he knows you can't pay attention to anything else when he's kissing you — because you become rapidly aware of the way his fingers have slipped beneath the ties of your bikini.

"'M talkin' about these," He says, pulling back. His lips are pinker than ever, his eyes darkened with desire. He smirks. "They make for such..."

He toys with the string on one side, giving it the lightest tug. Your stomach twists up, in excitement though you realise, as it dawns on you that might not even make it up to the bedroom.

"Easy access." He finishes, releasing his hold on the string and instead letting the tie ping back against your skin with a snap!

Your breath shudders out of you, nipples peaking beneath your bikini, and suddenly you're absolutely sure you'll do anything to have this man ravish you. Steve must see it, the heaviness that sinks into your gaze, because he's grinning all of sudden.

His hands on your hips shift back, palming over your ass, before he mumbles, jump, and you're swiftly lifted up and onto the counter. The marble is still cool, though not enough to explain the goosebumps prickling along your body. That's from Steve entirely.

His hands bracket your body as he finds space between your parted knees, leaning in and kissing you hotly.

Your pulse rabbits in your chest, your hands finding their place either side of his face, pulling him closer. You're both on the same page now, you can tell.

Still, Steve still asks. "You okay?

He's toying with your bikini strings again as he does, evidently what he's asking about. You nod, a little mmhm coming from your throat because you're a little scared about how debauched you might sound before he's even started.

Steve grins, hazel eyes shining with adoration as he peers over your face. "Good. Just want my baby to have fun."

It's gooey enough to make you roll your eyes, just so you don't have to deal with how sappy it makes you feel. Still, with your hands cupping his face, you urge him closer.

"So long as you're also having fun, yeah?" You check, stealing a kiss from his lips. Your noses touch and Steve nuzzles in closer, another kiss shared.

"Fun? Absolutely." He sounds so sure, so you don't stop him when he pulls back. He glances down to where his long fingers are still playing with your bikini strings, then back up at you, a hunger to the lust in his eyes.

"See?" He says nonchalantly. "It's like you're gift-wrapped for me, honey."

Then he tugs on the string, slow and continuous, until the knots unravels, undoing your bikini. You watch with bated breath as he does the same on the other side til the fabric sits loose and free. The sticky evidence of how riled up he's got you just inches away.

Your cunt pulses hotly, heartbeat too strong. You need him to do something, like, yesterday.

Steve moves slowly, as if drawing out the moment for himself, dragging a finger down the crease of your thigh. It pushes the fabric with it, slowly revealing you to him. There's a string of slick still connected and you can hear the soft groan Steve makes the moment he sees it.

"Oh, honey," He coos. "S'cute how excited you are."

Some biting response rises on your tongue, but then his hand is moving again — his thumb this time, rubbing along the lip before he nudges your folds open more.

Something flames inside you, feeling oddly inspected, as his other meandering hand sinks lower and lower. You can feel your cunt clench around nothing, urging him in, but Steve only makes another soft groan. His finger traces just below your leaking hole, finally picking up some slickness.

Your patience runs out. "Steve," You say pitifully. "You said fun."

He grins, gaze switching up to your face, already well aware of your impatience from the twitch in your hips.

"Okay, baby, we will," He promises. Then he nods to behind you, "Lay back if you want."

Then he sinks to his knees, bringing his face aligned with your hot cunt. Your tummy warms, your hole clenching around nothing again, as what he wants dawns on you. Your hands stumble back, letting you lean back a bit, but your eyes stay glued to your boyfriend.

The air is thick with heat. Cicadas sing in the background, through the open door. You can't hear anything but your heartbeat.

Steve looks like a goddamn angel, on his knees between your legs, and something keens inside you when he uses both thumbs to spread your silky folds — then he leans forward and begins to lap softly at your clit.

A shuddering gasp is pulled from your mouth instantly. "Oh fuck," You whisper, already fighting against closing your eyes.

A heady warm pleasure beginning to drizzle through your core. Steve's tongue is warm, the way he's spread you giving him access to a thousand more nerves. You fall into heaving breaths as you try to keep up.

Steve licks, tongue flat, tortuously slow against you, gentle in a way that makes it hard to chase. It's a buzz of pleasure you can sink into, but it's almost... teasing.

"Steve," You whine his name again.

Steve moans in response, the hum of it against your clit friction enough to make you squeak. Your elbow buckles and you let yourself lower down to rest on them—it'll hurt like hell later but for now, nothing matter more than Steve's mouth between your thighs.

One of his hands shifts, the thumb moving from where its holding you open, down, down, til it rests near your entrance.

You clench unwittingly, hips tilting up, trying to clue him in. A whimper slips through your teeth — and you get another moan against your cunt in response.

But if Steve gets your hint, he doesn't show it. His thumb only moves to rest over your hole, beginning to draw slick circles, taunting you wickedly.

The combination of his lapping tongue and feathersoft touches are maddening. Your stomach burns hotly. Your hips twitch again. Your chest heaves, desperate noises warbling from your mouth. You're burning up from inside, tortured from the waves of soft pleasure driving into you.

"Steve," You whimper his name again, suddenly desperate for more. You want his fingers sinking in you, crooking and finding that spot he knows so well. You want the filthy suckle of his mouth, twisting his tongue over your clit in a way he's done before.

All your pleas come out in a stilted, jagged moan, "St— Steve, please, oh fuck, please—"

"Sh, sh," Pleasure tapers off as Steve pulls back to hush you, the thumb over your entrance still circling, pressing ever so slightly from time to time. "It's fun, isn't it? You're having fun?"

You're nodding quickly, not wanting him to stop, and he resumes his lapping, his other thumb shifting to ensure the hood of your clit is lifted.

You moan, languid and pitiful, as the same flow of pleasure begins — a drip, drip, drip, that feels amazing but not enough to satisfy.

You're not sure how long it goes on like that.

The stroke of Steve's tongue, relaxed and slow, continues whilst you squirm on the counter, leaking wetness onto his teasing thumb. It feels like hours, though you know it's realistically closer to barely twenty minutes.

All you know is at some point, the drip fills the bucket.

It'd been building so long you hadn't noticed — that at some point your pleasure, agitated enough in small amounts, over and over, was still working towards going on the edge.

You tense, shallow pants suddenly heaving your chest, your head thrown back and your back arching. Steve is the same, keeping his soft licks and gentle touches, and you writhe as the blazing feeling mounts.

"Steve," You mewl pathetically.

The next lick will be the one that does it. It has to be. You can't keep building.

The pleasure singes in your gut, Steve's tongue pushing over your clit, and it's not enough.

"S-Steve, please, pleasepleaseplease," Your voice sounds wrecked. "Just— c'mon- I'm— please—" You sound truly desperate.

Steve moans against you, low and hot, and he finally, finally pushes his thumb forward, sinking into the slickness easily. Clenching around it immediately, a flame zips up your spine, sending the bucket tipping over completely.

Pleasure melts over you, hot and fiery, and you make a high-pitched gaspy noise that Steve will undoubtedly call adorable later. For now, he works you through the orgasm dotingly.

Using one hand, he keeps your hips pinned to the counter while the other toys with your fluttering, gushing hole. You moan pathetically, hips working furiously against Steve's hold futilely.

His tongue keeps the same soft laps the whole time.

Eventually, you have to tap his forehead to get him to stop, when the pleasure fades off and you begin to near overstimulation.

Steve pulls back slowly, almost reluctantly. His face is pink, his lips sheened in your arousal, pulled in a smirk.

"Fun, right?" He asks. His voice is gravelly from underuse and you swallow back the desire it sends through you. You're still panting, still trying to catch your breath. You nod, knowing Steve wants the feedback, wants to know he's done well.

"Why stop then? Don't you wanna keep having fun?"

Your eyes snap back to him, focused now, as you realise no that is not what Steve was asking for.

You watch as his head lowers back down, then he slowly resumes the kitten-licks to you clit. His hungry eyes stay fixed on yours, taking in every twitch of your overstimulated body with a soft groan.

You realise, pleasure bleeding in through the overstimulation, that you'll let him do it over again.

You take his advice this time and lie all the way back.

come join the celebration <3

[kenzdolls]

JAX RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS .

⌗ pairing: (tadc) jax x gn! reader

⌗ warnings: lowercase intended, has spoilers of ep 5

⌗ a/n: idk i did this since I’m trying to reach out to other fandoms (yes i’m doing all the characters i have free will)..also since my inbox is dry, i’m asking…PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS MY BRAIN IS FRYING FROM WRITERS BLOCK

FIRST TIME MEETING:

▹ jax literally does NOT care when you first arrive because he's seen too many newbies lose their minds within the first week (he's learned not to get attached too quickly after what happened with ribbit)

▹ probably pranks you on your literal first day because "welcome to hell, might as well get used to it now" but then feels weirdly guilty about it later??? like he'll leave a small apology gift outside your room (probably stolen from someone else's room tbh)

▹ gets annoyed when you don't immediately break down or start crying like most new people do - where's the entertainment in that??? you're just… adapting??? (this bothers him more than it should)

▹ starts paying attention to you when you either: 1) successfully prank him back, 2) don't rat him out when caine asks who put glitter in ragatha's hair, or 3) laugh at his jokes even when everyone else is giving him death glares

▹ definitely steals your room key within the first week just to see what you're hiding but then gets genuinely curious about your little personal space and the weird way you've arranged everything

▹ makes fun of whatever coping mechanism you've developed but secretly takes notes because holy shit you're actually handling this better than he did

▹ starts doing that thing where he "accidentally" bumps into you during adventures or walks just a little too close when caine isn't looking (personal space who???)

▹ probably gives you a stupid nickname based on either: something embarrassing that happened to you, your appearance, or just to annoy you (spoiler alert: he keeps using it even when you start dating)

▹ gets genuinely confused when you start talking to him like he's a actual person and not just the "funny mean rabbit" because??? people don't usually do that??? ribbit was the last person who really saw him as jax and not just comic relief

HIM CRUSHING ON YOU:

▹ this man is in DENIAL with a capital D - like he'll literally tell himself "i don't like them, i just think they're less annoying than the others" while actively going out of his way to spend time with you

▹ starts hoarding little things that remind him of you (a button that fell off your outfit, a drawing you doodled during a boring caine explanation, etc.) but will DIE before admitting it

▹ gets weirdly protective but tries to play it off as "you're MY entertainment, nobody else gets to mess with you" but really he's terrified of losing another person he cares about

▹ begins pranking you more but they're like… softer pranks??? like putting fake spiders in your bed (but making sure they're not the kind that actually scare you) or rearranging your room (but not actually breaking anything important)

▹ starts having those moments where he'll say something genuinely sweet/supportive but then IMMEDIATELY follow it up with an insult to maintain his image ("you're not completely terrible at this… for an idiot")

▹ catches himself staring at you during adventures and gets MAD about it - like why are you so distracting??? he has chaos to cause and you're just… existing??? attractively??? rude.

▹ probably has a minor crisis about his feelings because the last person he really cared about was ribbit and we all know how that ended (he's absolutely terrified of caring about someone again)

▹ gets jealous when other circus members get your attention but won't admit it - instead he'll just insert himself into conversations or create distractions to get focus back on him

▹ starts doing that thing where he remembers really specific details about you (your favorite corner to sit in, how you fidget when you're anxious, what makes you laugh) but acts like he doesn't pay attention to anyone

▹ has definitely had at least one dream about you and woke up SO MAD about it because feelings are WEAKNESS and he doesn't DO weakness

▹ begins testing the waters with more physical contact - "accidentally" grabbing your hand during adventures, leaning against you when he's "tired," finding excuses to be in your personal space

▹ gets genuinely upset when you're having a bad day but doesn't know how to help without compromising his reputation, so he'll just… be less mean to everyone that day (the others notice and are confused)

YOU DATING HIM:

▹ asking you out was probably the most awkward thing he's ever done because he had to drop the act for like 0.5 seconds to be genuine and he HATED every second of it (but your reaction made it worth it)

▹ your relationship is 70% banter and 30% genuine sweet moments when he thinks nobody is looking and 100% him being terrified you'll abstract and leave him like ribbit did

▹ still pranks you but now it's "couple pranks" - like putting fake love letters in your room signed from other circus members just to see you get flustered, or rearranging your stuff to spell out "I LOVE YOU" (but then denying he did it)

▹ gets SUPER jealous but tries to play it off as possessiveness - "that's MY idiot you're talking to" (he's not fooling anyone, he's just insecure)

▹ shows affection through: stealing things for you, letting you win at games sometimes, sharing his food, and most importantly - telling you his real thoughts instead of just sarcastic quips

▹ absolutely MELTS when you play with his ears but will threaten anyone who points it out (his ears do that little twitch thing when he's happy and you're the only one who gets to see it)

▹ has nightmares about you abstracting and will sometimes wake up and just… need to see you to make sure you're okay (he'll make up some excuse about being bored or wanting to prank someone)

▹ starts including you in his pranks as a partner rather than a target - you two become the WORST duo and everyone else suffers for it (but secretly they think it's cute that jax is happy)

▹ gets genuinely soft when you're upset about the whole "being trapped forever" thing because he KNOWS that feeling and doesn't want you to go through it alone like he did

▹ probably has a secret stash of things he's made/found for you that he's too embarrassed to give you directly, so he just leaves them places you'll find them

▹ learns your triggers and genuinely tries to avoid them in his pranks/jokes because making you laugh is good, making you hurt is NOT (growth!!!)

▹ gets scared when you're too quiet or seem distant because what if you're starting to abstract what if he's losing you what if what if what if so he'll just hover around you until you're acting normal again

▹ your first kiss was probably during a really dangerous adventure when he thought one of you might not make it out, and he just couldn't leave things unsaid (very dramatic, very him)

▹ now he's stuck between his fear of losing you and his genuine happiness at having you, so he's like… aggressively affectionate but also constantly worried (someone get this rabbit some therapy)

▹ starts planning little dates within the circus - like setting up movie nights in the common area or finding ways to get you both out of adventures so you can just hang out

▹ definitely practices saying "i love you" in his room before he actually says it to you (and when he finally does, it's probably during an argument where he just blurts it out and then gets embarrassed)

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✦ REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ✦

© KENZDOLLS 2025 . do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work in anyway including the use of ai onto any other social media platforms or it will permit an instant block on all platforms.

[ghostlyglitches]

I've stumbled down the Peter in Gotham rabbit hole and I've never been the same. Currently I'm on the whole Dick Grayson is Peter Parker's Biological Parent kick along with the Peter contains (part of) the Soul infinity stone. If I were combine these two many misunderstandings may arise for angst, drama, and comedy.

Apologies for my ramblings of this ridiculous possible fic idea.

Isekai'd protagonist Peter Parker is sent to Gotham a few months after the events of No Way Home. He enters Gotham as Peter NOT Spider-man.

Curses his Parker Luck™ and navigates around. -> Bat fam is not going to be involved much in the beginning until shit really hits the fan <-

Won't be spider-manning but that ain't going to stop him from helping the little guy. Since we are combining the soul infinity stone plot, Peter's eyes turn golden at time when he unconsciously uses the stone's abilities. (If you see my vision, you'll know where I'm going with this.)

Peter tries to keep a low profile but he does end up making a bit of a name for himself. It's not until a Gothamite catches wind of eyes that they get terrified and think he's a rogue talon. It doesn't help that the spider bite messed with Peter's thermoregulation (idk if it's canon but I do see this from time to time) so they see that he's vulnerable to cold weather.

Dick is away on a space mission when all this is going down. (I remember a comment on one fic that said Dick's life changing events happen when he's in space. Peter can relate.)

Rumor reaches Bab's as well as the Court of Owls too.

The court sends someone who gets bested in a fight with Peter but they survive being terminated on the pure chance that they got a bit of his DNA. Guess who it matches? Gray Son of Gotham

It's not until the talons are being spotted all over Gotham that puts Peter in the bat's attention.

The bat fam pretty much think Peter is a rogue talon that was raised as a replacement for Dick. Dick’s horrified that his son (his son!) ended up taking his place and trying his hardest to bring Peter home. They think that Peter's abilities are all from the Electrum enhancement. (Wrong) Peter is ignoring and evading the court and the vigilantes while helping out a person or two.

The stone just cranks his spider-sense to over 9000. It will take a while for Peter to realize that he can talk to ghosts cause of this since their visibility can't be distinguished from the living. (Souls are tricky!)

[lepurcinus]

I will always hate with all my being the view and take of Watership Down as a depressing or dark story in the sense of "uhhhh life is suffering".

I don't care if it's in jest. The story isn't even remotely similar to that.

Where in this story of rabbits surviving together as a group facing adversity is that part understood? The story DOES have elements about death and the naturalness of it. They are rabbits after all. But death is far from being the most "in focus" element of the whole work, at least in that sense. Almost no important character dies or suffers an extremely tragic fate.

Yes, there is an entire warren being destroyed and yes, there are also rabbits that accept to die in order to have the security of being protected by a man, but those cases in particular are never treated as "normal" or left alone.

Do you even forget this little sentence right after the part about the rabbits being destroyed by the man?

"Would that the dead were not dead! But there is grass that must be eaten, pellets that must be chewed, hraka that must be passed, holes that must be dug, sleep that must be slept. Odysseus brings not one man to shore with him. Yet he sleeps sound beside Calypso and when he wakes thinks only of Penelope."

Or precisely the phrase with which begins that same chapter:

Rabbits (says Mr Lockley) are like human beings in many ways. One of these is certainly their staunch ability to withstand disaster and to let the stream of their life carry them along, past reaches of terror and loss. They have a certain quality which it would not be accurate to describe as callousness or indifference. It is, rather, a blessedly circumscribed imagination and an intuitive feeling that Life is Now. A foraging wild creature, intent above all upon survival, is as strong as the grass. Collectively, rabbits rest secure upon Frith's promise to El-ahrairah.

Come on, even the ending is a HAPPY ending. Hazel dies of old age, in peace being greeted by the legendary figure they admire as a hero, under the promise that all the rabbits will be well.

Certainly the depiction of Watership Down in nature is not just about how "realistic" it is just to show a dark morality of animals killing each other. Rather, it actually depicts these creatures' drive to survive and how circumstances lead them to break down barriers and accomplish things together that seemed impossible. How they all have a concept of life and struggle to reach it.

Nature in its essence and complexity is how it is actually created and affected by its own inhabitants, who through their actions are the origin of all good and bad.

And, call me crazy, but all this is FAR from representing misery and tragedy. It is pure light and hope.

Foolish anyone who believes that Watership Down is purely dark and depressing.

[xoxochb]

— we found wonderland ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

★ - warnings: none pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hypnos

series m. list

It was an unnecessary thing, weddings. legally binding yourself with another human, vowing to stay by their side, remain loyal, to take care of them, and utter relentless responsibilities. and for what? most ended up divorced and broken, additionally what’s the point of it? you’re already in a relationship before so what’s the point of committing formally if you’re already committed to them? it’s beyond your capacity of understanding to get the idea of weddings. today, your mortal cousin had been getting married to a man you for sure knew laid with other women. if you outed this secret your mother would have you dead in a heartbeat, so you sit in a white lacy chair as you watch your dear cousin bind herself with the odious man, a smoldering glare veiling your face as she does so

“(name), darling, be happy for your cousin. clap for her” your mother says, clapping her hands together herself. she sends you a warning glance as you begin to slow clap with the same look on your face. as soon as the couple walks to the end of the aisle you arise from your seat, your mother stops you “where are you going?”

you turn around and cross your arms over your chest. “I’m going away. I wouldn’t wish to eat any cake or watch them open various presents, or entirely be here anymore. I will remove my miserable self from the event so you can all enjoy yourselves without me”

“go then. your presence has been an utter bother”

you leave mid sentence. to where? you’re unsure at the moment. you walk past lovely flower adorned gardens, shades of all colors, and at the end a hedge maze. you look up to the tall hedges. would getting lost be worth it? possibly. it would surely be much more exciting than the wedding. then, suddenly, a white figure appears in the corner of your eye, you turn to it and see large ears flying past the bushes. absentmindedly you run towards it, but only catch snippets as it passes corners. you chase after it until you lose your breath, for a moment stopping to catch it. when you feel ready you look around for the rabbit, but it’s nowhere in your line of sight. you frown and curiously walk around until you find a clue as to where he had gone

though nothing appears to you. that was, until you find a large hole in the corner between two hedges, you furrow your brows and kneel down to look inside. had the rabbit made its way underground? you lean your head in further to try and gain a closer look inside of the rabbit hole. bad idea. completely bad idea. you feel two small hands push you in from behind, causing you to fall head first into the hole. using your best attempt, you try to grab the top to stop yourself but your hands slip and you’re falling down. you scream, scratch that— tried to scream, though when you did there was no sound to be heard. had you even been screaming or was it your imagination?

as you fall deeper you take in your peculiar surroundings. this… was odd. the hole walls were a dark shade of crimson, covered in paintings, clocks, so many clocks, furniture, and random objects. what on earth is this? you flatten down your dress to assure it goes no higher than your upper thighs, just incase there had for some reason been some kind of pervert down here. when you finally reach the bottom you hit the checkered floor hardly, injuring your lower regions making you pout. you take in your new surroundings, the walls were light blue, a singular glass table in the middle, and a small ant sized door at the bottom of the wall. you walk towards the table, a small box atop it reading “look inside of me” okay… that’s weird

suddenly, a sharp pain arises in your foot, you yelp and back up, looking down to find a culprit. when you don’t see anything you crouch down and find a small, doll-like person… shouting? at you. they point to the top of the table to only what you could assume is the box you had seen. you reach up and grab it, settling it before the small boy. he points at the lock and then back up at the table, you sigh and take another glance, seeing a cordiform key placed on the table. you additionally grab that and open the box, revealing sweet pastries inside reading “eat me”. you take two, handing one to the boy and keeping the other for yourself. swiftly, he eats the whole pastry, you notice his size begins to rapidly grow until he reaches what you know as a regular human height

you don’t recognize him as anyone you know. he has dark, raven hair, sea green eyes you surely could drown in, and an admittedly attractive boyish smirk. many questions roam your mind but you ultimately decide on a simple one,

“who are you?” you say, standing back up

the boy mirrors your question, “who are you?”

“I’m-” you begin, “well… what’re you doing here? what is this place? how do I leave? I need to get back up!”

“you need to calm down”

“oh, you are an ass! I just fell from a rabbit hole and you want me to ‘calm down’? unbelievable”

the boy puts his hands on your shoulders. “I can explain everything to you but firstly you need to relax. sit down”

you obediently listen and sit criss crossed on the floor, the boy following your actions

“can I ask questions?” you inquire. the boy shrugs and beckons you to ask away “what is this place? and who are you? how long have you been here for?”

“first, I don’t know. second, perseus— percy jackson. third, I don’t know”

“so the only thing you know is your name?”

“yeah… well who are you?”

“(name) (last name), daughter of hyp-” you stop yourself. if this boy… percy was a mortal you weren’t allowed to reveal your godly paternity. the look on his face proves, however, that he’s knowing of it

“hypnos?”

holy shit “how do you…”

you don’t need to finish before he responds, “son of poseidon”

you ponder for a moment. this was all to simple. how was it possible that you, a demigod, fell into a rabbit hole and met another demigod? was this staged? where you purposely supposed to find this place?

“percy… this place isn’t right”

@childofthewargod @avianlily @wildesqdreams @spider-ghoul

[ronearoundblindly]

I have a request! This can be for your ‘Every Cevans character’ or you can choose specific guys from your fics like Fools Rush in! Steve / Root of All! Ransom etc.. whichever you want :)

What does initiating sex look like for the boys? I’m curious which guys do think initiate sex the most? Or do some only wait for the girl to initiate? I have a feeling Jakey boy waits for his girl initiate most of the time 🤣. Maybe there’s some where it’s 50/50? Curious to know your thoughts.

Yeah, sorry I completely wiffed getting this done yesterday, but here's half of the promised content! I did try to reference most of my other works for multiple story insights...

Warnings for discussion of sex, but nothing explicit.

James Mace

Unfortunately, Mace gets distracted by work, spending tons of time (even when you're together) chasing possibilities down rabbit holes, so sometimes you have to remind him that what you two have is real and, like a living thing, will die without oxygen. In this case, oxygen is affection and attention. He...gets it and then forgets again after a while. Mace doesn't need a hard push by any means, but in total, initiating sex is close to 50-50.

He's not a big romancer, but that doesn't mean Mace can't be deeply romantic. Initiating simply looks like more of a "you feeling it?"-type conversation rather than gentle, building foreplay. That said...Mace, when you too are intimate, is 100% focused on you and your pleasure and connection together. He's a very practical compartmentalizer, meaning he also goes hard on the mission in front of him 😉 ya dig?

Curtis Everett

This boi?? Oh lawd. This boi is the king of that look--the one that hits you like a train from across a busy room that says "let's fuck." Curtis doesn't need words; he just needs you. He absolutely ends up being the main initiator if you count all the looks. However, that doesn't mean you aren't giving him the eyes right back. 😁🤭

Jimmy Dobyne

Ugh. Jimmy waits for signals too much and really only is the initiator when he's very, very horny. In Common Education, since that's a modern AU, he takes the lead just as much as reader, but that is because reader has a position of authority (professor) over him at the beginning. Counter-intuitive? Nah, Jimmy finds that attractive. He's hot for it. See, the thing about Jimmy is he's an average joe. He gets kinda complacent and comfortable in traditional setups, so when his perfect partner pushes back against that boring dynamic, it lights a fire under him. He's intrigued. He's energized. That hint of danger is totally an aphrodisiac. "We shouldn't" are two of the sexiest words to this man.

Johnny Storm

Rarely isn't the initiator. Admit it, you knew that already. He's literally got the hots for you all the time. He's got that spunky energy of youth and cosmic radiation. He's DTF.

Jake Jensen

Okay, y'all know I love our babygirl so, so much, but Jake is oblivious to the idea women have libidos. He kinda thinks he's being a burden with how often he wants to touch you or fool around. It ends up being 50-50 on who initiates because he's s.l.o.w. He makes jokes and blushes and plays it off, and Jake assumes he looks more like a goofy man-child (probably because you've said that, verbatim) who isn't exactly the guy you'd want to jump on. Again, he's an idiot. We love him. Just...good gracious, just fuck him as much as you want. He's cool with it.

Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd is not patient enough to wait for you to initiate and also isn't so great with the word 'no,' even in the innocuous form of 'not now.' He will, at very least, threaten to find other entertainment to guilt you into servicing him. Secretly, he loves this game, a bit of fight, but only in small doses. Pretty much you're one chance to initiate is waking Lloyd up, otherwise it's all him.

Ari Levinson

Ari enjoys closeness. He mostly wants to be wrapped around you on the couch after long days at work which leads to who-knows-who started it sex, and with a little luck, a snack, and a hydration break, leads to a who-knows-who-started-it Round 2. He's pretty good at initiation but must be told to wait during those times you need either a different kind of closeness or some alone time.

This is only slightly different from Bedrock & Blueprints!Ari since having a decade of non-romantic experience with you, he doesn't always default to being that close to you. Not in a bad way--Ari is simply used to respecting your space, talking, and listening to you. All that 'baggage' actually helps you two have a deeper, longer-lasting relationship because it's more than just-physical for Ari.

Ransom Drysdale

Ran is a moody son-of-a-bitch and sex improves his mood. It's 50-50 since depending on whether he tries or you try to improve his mood. Ransom's not the most observant dude (putting it mildly), so he doesn't usually notice your mood behaves the same way. If you need some loving, it's then 100% on you to ask, let him know, or jump on that. This applies to...every single version of Ransom I can imagine, so this is RoAR, too.

Andy Barber

Busy. He gets tired. Andy will run himself ragged before remembering that he could have you join him in that essential-shower after a long day. He has bursts of horniness once big cases are finished or vacation energy once you two finally get away. While Andy is deep in work, it's all on you to initiate. If he's less busy/stressed, he will be the best, most playful, most attentive man, but Andy compartmentalizes his life. He can't focus on two aspects of his life fully at the same time.

Steve Rogers

Generally, I totally see Steve as being passive when it comes to initiating sex, but once I broke down the series I've written him in, that guy surprised me.

FRI--For the longest time, obviously, Steve was not the initiator in pretty much any way (couple of kisses, sure, but eh, that's about it), so he has to grow into a 50-50 split. There's a natural ebb and flow between Sketch & Keeps--sometimes it's more you, sometimes it's more him.

Hideout--Steve sure as shit wants you, but all the initiating and encouraging is you for a while. He rarely isn't in the mood when you hint at sex (or any variation of touch, etc). He takes less and less convincing to let go as you two get to know each other. Once he's gained the confidence, Steve initiating is a hott treat, let me just say...

IHTBY--Ummm, it's mostly Steve. Bit of a horndog, this one, and he's highly aware of the previous taboo of you working for him for most of your relationship. He checks in a lot, makes sure you're comfortable and not feeling pressured, and then takes over to show his devotion to you as a woman. Steve is intensely committed to appreciating your independence; he feels lucky (and turned on) knowing you choose to be with him.

Threadbare--Steve enjoys starting intimacy with Button because he often watches her handle lots of tools, paper, fabric, and other people (professionally), which gives him *ideas.* He likes to be the subject of your artistic attentions ☺️

Autumn Is Healing--Steve is the initiator most of the time actually. It began that way because he wanted to show you soft affection, but...he also really likes you (and escalation happens). He starts with very gentle touch, like running his fingertips down your arm.

So...I guess perhaps I was wrong about it being on you to start something...

Bucky Barnes

Cautious. Nowadays, Bucky likes to know the answer to a question before he asks, so he does wait for certain signs from you. He doesn't need overt signals, though, because Buck can sense every subtle change when he pays attention (there's something to be said for his comfort is *turning off* this gift around you as well btw): warmer skin, picked up heart rate, clamping and rubbing your thighs together. All that is to say that he absolutely knows if you're in a mood before making his move on you, and the only times when you technically get to initiate is if you legit pounce on him the instant he returns from a mission.

Thank you for asking!

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[softsoule]

The Wolf and The Rabbit P2.

Warning: This is my first story I'm not a writer never wrote or published anything before but I thought I would make this story so please don't criticize me too much. I hope you all enjoy that do read this!

*Pairing: Cha Hyun-Su x Reader Part One Part Three

"Not until the wolf has its snack." Those words were all your body needed to gain the strength to run.

You struggle to get to your feet, your legs wobble. He watches you in amusement. You bolt towards the door, going as fast as your feet can take you, but its not fast enough. He's hot on your trail, not breaking a sweat; it's almost as if he's not even trying.

The debris from the dilapidated building causes you to trip and fall. You try to get up, but your legs defy you. You scream out in frustration, and you begin to crawl forward, creating space between you and this wicked beast, but it's not enough.

You hear his laughter bounce off the walls; it echoes. This is fun for him—the game of wolf and rabbit. The game you so desperately don't want to play, but it's too late; you've already entered the devil's playground.

The monster is ascending upon you; he's unnervingly close.

"This is it. This is my end." you think to yourself.

"Where do you think you're going, little rabbit?" he asks.

He suddenly dashes towards you, and in a split second, you are lifted and slammed against the corridor wall. You scream in pain; you're almost sure he's broken something. The pain is unbearable. Your eyes sting with hot tears.

You wail and beg, "Please don't hurt me; it's me, Cha Hyun-Su. I know you're in there." you plead.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears. The monster eats it up; your sorrow, your desperation, and your fear makes him hungrier. He wants to hear you cry and suffer even more; he wants you to feel so hopeless that you beg him to put an end to your suffering. Your pleas and wails do something to him more than killing does. It fills a void he never knew he had.

He lays his head in the crook of your neck and almost purrs as he deeply inhales. Your scent, your fragrance of fear, is one unlike anything he's ever smelled. It smells so aromatic, like jasmine. You squirm and cry out, desperately pleading to be set free.

He wants to hear more of it; he wants to hear you beg him and plead for mercy. He wants you to worship him. He wants to own your body, mind, and soul. He wants you.

"Shh, little rabbit," he coos. His lips are now leaving tender kisses and nibbles on your neck.

"Please" you beg. "Please, what?" he asks.

Your body starts to tingle as he now starts to brush against your hips. "P-Please let me go," you stutter. He hums. "What does the wolf get if he lets the rabbit go?" he asks.

"What do you want?" you breathlessly ask. Your mind now clouded almost forgetting about the pain your in as his kisses and love bites now trail from your neck down to your chest. He suddenly stops releasing you from his trance.

He lowers his face to yours and whispers "You".

Overwhelmed by the multitude of emotions your feeling, you try to respond but your cut off by the force of his lips crashing into yours.

You squirm and struggle to break free from this devil of a man, but his lips are so enticing. The taste of him on your tongue so sweet like the forbidden fruit he is. Your body caves in falling victim to the monster you so desperately wanted to flee from.

Ignoring the pain in your side, you toss your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He roughly sticks his tongue in your mouth, you pull him in further allowing him to dominate you.

[enerdsout]

wbn EP 50: Axis Mundi, SPOILERS thoughts below the cut

ame

way back at the beginning of i think ch 2, we learned that ame has contacts everywhere, but so far I haven't really heard Erika ask to roll for history, etc in various places , and now we're in caro. it's possible that's covered in the survival check? but when Brennan basically said she'd be going it on her own for ghost, i couldn't help but think - but you have people! you can roll for friends!!! phone a friend!!

what's going to happen to ghost .... the guild has to know that keen is dead by now, so does someone take over for him, do they guard her more fiercely, or do they just not care and think they're untouchable?

not the fox just rocking up and talking to people like my guy , the empire is looking for ame and they know she HAS A TALKING FOX, gotta stealth it up my boy

suvi

still trying to trace what we know about names and regions and where people come from, now we get a new name, time to update the wiki - but for real i might do work on the fandom wiki so i can connect some more red strings on my corkboard

re:slate who has made sworn enemies with a table, i wonder how long she's been working for steel (can't remember if we know or not), in that she has watched Suvi grow up but is now treating her as an unknown/enemy - does the stone skin effect also affect her mind....or is she just so worn out from battle and so loyal to steel that's she's pissed about ame and Eursulon getting away? neither of those people actively tried to hurt her, but maybe she saw something we don't know about

also, is suvi STILL under the effects of the geas do we think?

eursulon

let's fucking go with the BULL ELK FAMILIAR, as soon as nif said she was going for a rabbit i was like "witch please" so the fact she ended up with megafauna is so satisfying.

the mannerisms and speech cadence of nif in this episode are so similar to tefmet it kills me

and i was so so so suspicious of the MiB and so PROUD of nif for being like "for real though, where are you taking them". MiB doesn't care about the kids and their parents in a personal sense, in that they have lives to live, but cares only that he can use them to make a point, FUCK it's so obvious to see the difference between the morals of spirits writ large, and of Eursulon who grew up in the mortal world.

and mother fucking SIR CURRAN , i bet he's the champion because he can leave the road and walk elsewhere, so now the MiB has all bases covered

man this one fucked me up

[yuechihua]

you're a man or you're a dog.

summary: You hate Sou Hiyori, but you can't bring yourself to stay away from him. Neither, it seems, can he.

notes: 5k words, author's notes, spoilers for up to chapter three, power play, unhealthy relationships, mild violence

You’ve never liked Sou from the beginning.

That trembling, rabbited body, the doe-eyes peering up at you under sweeps of teal hair, the fidgeting hands tugging at the ends of his frayed scarf or his beanie or the zipper corners of his jacket. The flash of fragile bones, sharp and bird-like, shifting beneath his wrists, the thumbprint bruises under his eyes, the soft, creamy skin. 

He reminds you of dependency and weakness so pathetic everyone lets their guard down. But you’ve always hated children that tug on your clothing and small animals that peer up at you with wet eyes, begging for mercy and love.

No, you don’t like the way he postures and hides, how he slinks up to you as if he’s sizing you up when the rest of the group departs to their various tasks on that very first day of being trapped. The calculating gaze of a cornered animal, bearing his smooth stomach and drooping tail, a feigned act of clemency.

“I, ah, I don’t know where to start,” he says to you. “What are you thinking about going…?”

“Oh, maybe somewhere where I can help someone else,” you tell him pleasantly.

“Oh wow. That’s really admirable, in a situation like this, to put someone over yourself.”

“Well, what else can you do? Getting along with everyone seems like the best way to survive.”

The silence that follows is weighted with your respective derision. He doesn’t bother approaching you again during that first main game, though you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back. Calculating where you fit in his plans, the people you talk to, weighing the few cards you show of your hand and how they stack up to his.

It pisses you off how obvious he is, and how much you can’t stop watching just to see what he’ll do next. The unseemly desperation, the way he acts like a man drowning, clinging to any piece of debris he can. You would stick to smiling, to saying the right supportive words to Sara and the others, to skating by just so through cooperating and letting the others make their plans for you to follow. 

It’s how you’ve been since you were young. 

When your elementary school classmate accused you of liking a different classmate more than her, you could only apologize and reassure her as she huffed and cried, even though you never considered her your friend at all. Your high school boyfriend liked that you were “so good at listening,” even though you hated the sweaty, awkward arms he slung around your shoulders, his self-aggrandizing speeches. Your boss at work would rib at you, your misbuttoned suit jacket and gloomy demeanor and mistakes on client spreadsheets, and you would just smile and laugh along and promise to do better next time, even though you would have to clean that asshole’s own mistakes tomorrow. 

But that was how you got along in the world, and if you had a complaint, you would vent it in front of your staticky television screen, your only friends the greasy takeout chicken wings from the local convenience store and a sweating beer bottle leaving a ring of condensation on the table.

When the others react in mixtures of shock and horror to Sou’s various betrayals, you can only watch him, biting back your own barbed remarks. A scared dog, no matter how well-trained or mild, will bite when cornered, so how could you have expected any different?

Isn’t that how it is when you try to do more than you should? you want to tell Sou, watching his face as his votes pile up in that very first game. You did this to yourself, like an idiot.

It’s not as if you want others to die by your hand. You don’t delight in the suffering of others, and you act as nice as they expected you to be, but you would never gladly throw yourself on the chopping block for the sake of a stranger. If you were to act as a martyr, the only people left to savor that sacrifice would be the people left behind. You would be gone, and self-satisfaction doesn’t carry beyond the grave. No, your life, as shitty as it is, is your own.

Still, you can’t wash your hands of Sou just yet.

“Kanna is going to stay with Sou to keep a watch on him,” Kanna announces in front of the remaining group one day (or night? Or afternoon? There’s no way to keep track of time here). 

Kanna is someone you never know how to deal with, not with her innocence and determination, and whenever she approaches you, you slide the responsibility of her care or her childish questions onto a more responsible, kinder adult.

So it’s not out of concern for her when you finally speak up, the words leaving your mouth before you can think them through. “I’ll stay with him,” you say. 

There’s a ripple of surprised faces turning towards you at your declaration. You know that, what with how you’ve never volunteered to do anything first, that it seems surprising, if not suspicious.

But there’s something about Sou Hiyori. Something that you can’t just leave alone, like a loose pebble in your shoe, irritating you with every step. How easy he is to read. How pathetic.

“But… Kanna has to—”

“Kanna,” you say kindly, patiently. “You’re young, and I wouldn’t be comfortable letting you stay with Sou by yourself. It would be better for an adult to look after Sou. I don’t want to worry over what might happen if you were left alone with him.”

Kanna curls her fingers together, picking at the ends of her shirt. It’s a habit strangely similar to Sou. She looks lost as she darts a glance at Sou, and then at you, and then at the sea of faces around her. “... Okay,” she says at last.

“Come on,” you tell Sou. You stop just short of yanking on his arm, but he flinches back from you as you approach, as if he can sense the thoughts in your head. “You should rest.”

The only sound for the next few minutes are the disjointed melody of your footsteps, Sou dragging himself after you with that perpetual slouch as you march briskly to his room.

You’re jerking the door closed when Sou finally speaks behind you. “Hypocrite.”

“What?”

“Hypocrite,” he says again, and your knuckles tense on the door knob. “Did you feel good? Acting like a caring adult in front of everyone. Playing the part of a good person.”

You let out a breath as you turn to face him. He’s standing in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around his body, braced for some sort of impact.

“I’m just doing what a reasonable adult should,” you say coolly. “She is a child.”

He flinches slightly at that, the hidden dig in your words, and you can’t tear your eyes from his slender frame. But it’s not enough to stop him from opening his mouth. “You’re lucky, you know? You have that entire group wrapped around your finger. Or… is it that you’re the one wrapped around theirs? Always saying ‘yes,’ and ‘please,’ and ‘of course.’ You’d lick their shoes if someone asked, right?”

He’s trying to get under your skin. That’s how he operates.

You can see the pointed calculation behind every word, but it’s still the truth. It’s the truth, and you’ve always known it even if you tried not to think about it. But to hear it from him, said with a mocking intimacy, that careful dissection of all your secrets and all your layers and your pretensions, from someone who, at the end of the day, is just the same as you, is humiliating.

This is why you’ve always, always hated him, right from the beginning. The way he watches you in the same way you watch him with nothing but contempt and judgement. But what else do you do when you’re weak, when you have nothing but the desperate desire to survive, even when it means clinging to someone stronger?

Like a dog. Begging, with your stomach bared, hoping to be spared, throwing away your pride.

What other choice do you have, then, to act like an animal?

You advance towards Sou, and he has the decency to back away, skittish, infuriating prey down to his core. But there’s nothing behind him but the length of the bed, knocking against the back of his knobbly knees, and he’s trapped.

Trapped by the finger you shove into the middle of his chest, pressing into bone, hard enough that he winces and that some purple-red bruise blooms on his fragile skin under his clothes, you imagine.

“You would know about licking shoes, wouldn’t you?” you say quietly. “It’s what you did at the beginning, like a pathetic little bitch.”

“You’re disgusting,” Sou breathes. “They’re going to vote you off to die, and you’re going to thank them.”

He still hasn’t moved, and the finger on his chest becomes a fist, knotting in his scarf, and you savor the strangled noise he makes when you yank him up, his breath hitching as his neck strains to keep you in his sight.

It would be so easy to break him. To pry your fingers into the gaps of his facade and pull the piece apart until they shatter. That soft heart, that fragile skin, that nauseatingly familiar weakness.

You could do it. You want to do it. God, that’s what you wanted from the beginning. You wanted to watch him break, for him to look in your eyes as he does. You would savor every taste of his raw, animal fear.

“Can’t mouth off anymore?” you breathe. “Nothing to say?”

Sou doesn’t make any attempt to push away from you, but his cheeks are a mottled patchwork of lipstick red blush and ghostly white skin. But his words are as mocking as ever. “So this is what you’re really like.” 

You shove him back against the bed, where he lands with a squawk, his body bouncing on the covers more wildly than the force you used should necessitate. He comes to a rest, a shivering crescent moon, his red scarf blooming like blood across the pale slash of his neck.

His eyes, though. Bright pools of liquid. They track your every movement with a nervous, excited intensity. He’s not pulling away from you. Instead, it’s more like he’s waiting. 

“Do you get off on me treating you like this?” you say.

“…What?” His response comes a little too late to be convincing. Not that the blush staining his face helps, either. 

“Is this what you wanted from the start of our conversation, Sou?”

“You’re full of yourself.” 

“If you beg me, maybe I will do something to you.” 

His breath hitches in his throat. You watch as it’s trapped there, like a fluttering bird, the words on the edge of his tongue. 

He’s considering it. 

It thrills you that he is. 

But Sou swallows that breath, and gives a defiant jerk of his head. “I’m not desperate.” 

Not yet. But this is enough for now. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, and Sou skitters away to the other side, flailing upright as you settle over the covers, legs crossed. You look up at the ceiling, counting the dark specks as you speak. 

“I’m not sleeping on the floor. You can, if you don’t want to share a bed. Although… I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want.” 

“I don’t want anything from you.” When you turn to look at him, he’s settling under the covers, facing away from you so all you can see is his beanie, framed by loose strands of teal hair like a fuzzy halo. 

“Really?” you press. 

He doesn’t answer, and you close your eyes. 

Whenever you see him after that, if you smile or your eyes linger for too long in his direction, Sou stiffens, and inevitably finds some excuse to scurry away. It’s an effect you enjoy a little too much, how aware he is of you. 

Once, while collecting tokens, you find him in the abandoned corridor. 

You hardly do little more than step in front of his path and his body shudders to a halt. When you take a step forward, he takes a step back. But there’s nothing but rubble behind him, and nowhere further to run.

You push forward until you can pull the beanie over his hair, a rougher gesture than it needed to be. Sou’s body is a tense line, but his eyebrows are furrowed, as if he’s waiting for you to do something else. 

“It annoys me how sloppy you are,” you tell him flatly. “Your stupid beanie was about to fall off.”

“You’re not even trying to pretend to be a good person anymore, huh?” 

You tilt your head. “Do I have any reason to be nice to you?” 

Sou looks at the ground and kicks at a loose rock. “If everyone knew what you were really like, they would all turn on you.”

“You’re the only one who makes me act this way,” you say, and, emboldened, skate two fingers upwards along his arm. Sou doesn’t look up, though you can feel how he trembles at the slow trail of your movement.

But you withdraw your hands before you can reach his shoulders, and when he flicks his head up, you only smile before you leave.

You chase him down, and he runs, and then you back away at the last minute, leaving him wanting more. Here, finally, is someone who’s weaker than you, that you don’t have to suck up to. The hunt is thrilling beyond belief. 

You get your enjoyment where you can until the main game, until there are more corpses, the bodies of people you’ve come to know and even somewhat care about piling up. And through the nausea, relief burns brighter than anything else. At least it isn’t you. At least you made it another day.

After the second main game, you look at Sou. Sou, or Shin, or whatever he wants to call himself, can’t tear himself away from the garden of Kanna’s body, of red flowers and twisted skin. When he finally notices your gaze, the hatred that flashes across his face is so searing you can feel the heat of it across the room.

Like a bad habit you can’t shake, you hunt him down when he runs, cornering him in his room again.

But he’s the one who touches you first this time, placing his hands on your chest and shoving with shaking arms. He has all the force of a plastic bag being blown around helplessly in the wind, and you’re unmoved by his pitiful attempts.

“Did you come to gloat? Laugh? Or were you going to pity me? Huh? Don’t tell me you were worried. You, of all people, worried?”

You grab his wrists before he can push you again, and it’s surprising how slender his wrists are, how with one hand you can easily circle his wrist, his thin, jutting bones digging into your flesh. You wouldn’t even need to use too much pressure until his bones snap.

“You make me sick,” Sou says, his chest heaving with each shallow breath. He makes no attempt to jerk out of your grip. “All of you make me sick. You all chose to kill Kanna. I don’t know why I ever expected anything better.”

“You’re the one who pushed her into that situation in the first place,” you say. “I’m not going to feel bad for you. If there’s anyone to feel bad for, it’s the people who died. Not some whining loser.”

“Fuck you. You’re not any different. No one on that damn team really cares about you. You’re just convenient,” he spits, “an idiot who’ll come running when they call, who they can throw away as soon as you aren’t useful anymore. You’re just some pathetic, useless, bottom of the barrel dog, so just keep wagging that tail of yours—”

Sou’s words cut off in a strangled gasp as you roughly jerk him closer. There’s no time to think, to process, to even consider what you’re doing as you bring your mouth to the back of his tender, creamy neck, and you bite.

Like a starving dog, you sink your teeth into his neck, and Sou flails wildly as you soothe the teeth marks with your tongue, pressing lightly against the indentations you’ve made. This time, you let go of his wrists as he backs away and touches the back of his neck. There it is again, that blush, staining his face as he runs his fingers along each mark. 

“You did say I was a dog,” you remark, trying to keep your tone composed, even as something sharp and excited and hot sits at the bottom of your stomach, some emotion that makes your pulse speed and your blood sing.

He always taunts you, and you always react, and neither of you ever learn your lesson. You hate him. You hate him, and he always hands you the perfect excuse to rip him apart in some way.

“So you what? Bite me?”

”Want me to do it again? You can show that off, if you want. Let everyone know the sort of things you like, how you really want to be treated.”

Sou’s fingers are still pressing against his neck, as if trying to recreate the force of your bite. His scarf has flown loose in the force of your movements, revealing delicate skin and collarbones, the shine of his collar.

Every fragile bird-like bone in his body screams at you to crush it. To snap it open, to pour the marrow in your mouth. You could bite the strawberry heart in his chest, drag your teeth through the meat mid-beat, just to know what it’s like to swallow his pulse. You could break him so easily, his papery skin bruising under the lightest of pressure. There’s nothing wrong with simple fact, and the fact is that he’s weak, like a lamb sent to the slaughter. No, what’s wrong is that you want to be the one to snap that gentle lamb’s neck, laid meekly on the altar, and how that lamb lifts his head just so to meet your hands.

Sou’s delicate fingers finally drop to tug his scarf into place, obscuring the bite on his neck. But it’ll be there, like a collar, lingering on his skin. He’ll know it’s there. You’ll know it, too.

“I hate you,” he says.

You laugh. “I know.”

After that, there’s not much time to talk, not with a new floor to explore and more trials to face. More puzzles, where you run around like rats in a maze, where any hope of escape is snuffed out as you’re shuffled into a new game.

But what throws you off about the new floor is Midori, and the scarf around his neck. It’s the same as the one Sou always wears. 

And, as your eyes are always drawn to Sou, you can’t help but notice the way he shrinks back from Midori, how he’s distracted, on edge and fidgeting with his pale, spidery fingers, like he’s trying to run away but he can’t.

You’re not stupid. You can put two and two together. And it pisses you off that someone else makes Sou look like this, that Sou has history with someone, anyone, else, that the sight of his pain and his fear doesn’t excite you, but that it only makes your stomach curdle, sour, rotten milk in your throat.

Midori only approaches you once, when you’re exploring on your own. He melts out of the shadows, and the two of you only stare at each other impassively, sizing each other up.

“You’re empty,” Midori says, head tilted to the side to an unnatural degree, the imitation of a human. 

“And you aren’t?” you snap.

He smiles at you, like the two of you are sharing some private joke, but the curl of his mouth is mocking. “Oh, I’m just saying we’re alike.” Midori casually drags a hand down the length of his scarf, red fabric rippling. “That’s why he’s so fascinated with you, I suppose. But you’re just so… boring, at the end of the day.” 

The implication is clear enough, and it makes that sour, rotten milk feeling flood your mouth again. He’s just taunting you. Trying to push your buttons, just like Sou loves to do. Maybe that’s where Sou learned it from. He’s had years, after all, to pick up on Midori’s mannerisms, enough time for Midori to mark him deeply. 

You stalk restlessly through the halls after Midori leaves, aimlessly peering into rooms and mumbling quick “hellos” to anyone who sees you, not pausing to hear their responses. It’s not until Sou is in sight, with his slouched back and ratty beanie, turning just in time for you to pin him against the wall, your arms caging him in.

“Shin,” you say.

“Don’t call me that,” he says, hunching his shoulders, trying to withdraw in on himself. But his posture is already terrible, so there’s nowhere for him to go.

“Sou. Whatever.”

“What do you want?”

That’s the question, isn’t it? Because Midori is right. You are empty, and you want to have your fill of this man in front of you. You want to fuck him up. To gorge yourself on him, to drag your nails down his skin, red tracks in the snow. To leave nothing behind for Midori to feast on, because he’ll be all yours.

But—would you just be chewing on the same pieces that Midori once did?

Your face must betray some of your thoughts, because Sou opens his mouth, then closes it into a firm, impenetrable line, eyes scrutinizing you.

“I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist,” he mocks. “Anyone can walk in on us like this, you know. Is that what you want?”

“Shut up, Sou.”

“Make me,” he breathes. His hands are open at his side, palms flat, fingers spread, ready to receive whatever you give him. “I know you want to.”

You could. You could bite him, mark him, kiss him as if you were real lovers. Pull his hair, or finally let your hands wander lower than the plane of his chest. Here it is, the control you’ve always longed for, offered from a pliant, willing, animal body.

You lower your head, just a fraction, and his throat bobs. “I can’t.”

“Were you just taking a big game, then? Coward.”

“You’re the one who wants me to do something.”

“No shit,” he hisses, face flushed. But you can’t take your usual pleasure from his bratty confession, or his red face. “So do something. I’m telling you to do something.”

Why is it that his first reaction to your odd moods is always to offer himself to you? To use him? You wouldn’t have hesitated before. It would have excited you to hear that he wants you in some measure, that he’s willing to admit it. 

You bite your lower lip, worrying absently at the flesh. Sou’s eyes track the movement, his gaze heated as he watches the slow movement of your mouth.

“Is this what you did with Midori?” you say, quietly.

His face shutters closed, all excitement hardening into cold steel, blocking any path forward. “Is this what this is about? Did he say something to you?”

“Does it matter if he did?”

“Why would you listen to him?” Sou snaps. “He’s one of the people who trapped us here.”

“But the two of you have a history. That matters.”

“It doesn’t,” he breathes, “Quit acting like some jealous lover.”

Your hands seize the end of his scarf, that stupid fucking scarf, the one that looks just like Midori’s, that probably is Midori’s, the one he never takes off. 

He doesn’t wince as you seize the end of the scarf and pull, even when it tightens around his neck like a noose before it slips off, even when it must burn his skin as it leaves behind red marks on the column of his slender, ivory neck, bisected in half by his collar.

The scarf pools on the floor like red blood as you bring a thumb to press gently on the mark on his neck. 

“Quit it,” he says, slapping your hand away, as if a tender touch is more unbearable than your previous cruelties.

“You wear his scarf, Sou. How do you want me to take that? Because I’m not going to be his fucking replacement, some cheap way for you to hurt yourself–”

“Are you stupid?” he says coldly. “Do you think I need to go to you if I want to hurt myself?”

“Then help me understand,” you snarl.

“He was my only friend. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Sou snaps. “He was the only one who ever wanted to look at me, or touch me, or spend time with me. He was the only one who loved me. Do you know how much that meant? Even if he just… wanted to hurt me, even if he liked it when I was scared, I… I would have…” Hurt wells through the cracks in his voice, the shattered pieces of his facade. It’s not Sou Hiyori who feels this way. It’s Shin Tsukimi.

You can’t bring yourself to look away, nor can you bring yourself to hold him when Sou roughly swipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. This isn’t your pain, and you can’t do anything to take it away from him. You’re little more than a distant observer.

“So that’s why you’re looking for anyone who’ll treat you like he did? So I’m just–”

“Shut up. Don’t talk like you know me. You’re not a therapist.” Sou’s hands are fisted in your shirt, yanking you down, his grip on the fabric uncomfortably tight as he forces you look him in the eyes. This is the closest you’ve ever been to him, close enough to see his dry, flaking skin and chapped lips and greasy hair, the exhaustion weighing every inch of him down. “And don’t act like you didn’t want to do what you did. If I didn’t want you to—if I thought you were the same as him—I would never have—”

“Never have what?” you breathe.

“Let any of this happen.”

If he’s lying, then you can’t tell. But maybe Sou doesn’t know, either. His relationship with Midori means he only knows how to live like a scared dog, waiting for the next kick given under the promise of love.

For reasons you can’t explain, you let the weight of your head fall on his delicate shoulder. It’s uncomfortable, because he’s all skin and bones, and you can feel the sharp edge of his shoulder dig into your forehead.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “Shut up. Just let me do this.”

“This isn’t what our relationship is.”

“We don’t have a relationship at all,” you say sourly. “We’re just some assholes who’re using each other to get off. Which is something we haven’t actually done yet, by the way.”

“Are you serious? I literally just told you–”

“Not like that,” you interrupted. “We’re not going to do it like that.”

“What? You’re going to be gentle with me?” he sneers. “I didn’t ask you to.”

“Don’t be such a brat,” you snap. “I just meant if I’m getting something out of this, you have to get something out of it, too. That’s how mutual use works.”

What you don’t tell him is that you wouldn’t do anything, not with Midori hanging over the two of you. A living ghost, who’s watched the two of you from the beginning, who could be watching the two of you right now. None of the moments you shared with Sou, not even this one, really belonged to the two of you, not with Midori around. Voyeuristic freak.

Because you don’t want to be like Midori. You don’t want to be a bad habit Sou picked up because he’s looking for someone else in you. Maybe it should bother you that Sou couldn’t conceive of a love without violence, a softness without teeth, a kindness without ulterior motives. 

But maybe it should bother you more that you don’t know how to treat him in any other way than this.

“Sou,” you murmur against his skin, your voice vibrating through the thin fabric and flesh and weak muscle and hollow bone. “Would you vote for me in the main game?”

“... Yes. But you would do the same to me, wouldn’t you.” Not a question, but a statement, words as hard and sure as bleached bone.

You chuckle lightly, and his skin shudders. “Yes. Yes, I would. I hate you.”

His hands are stiff at his sides. Sou hasn’t made a move to touch you at all, but he hasn’t pushed you away, either. “And that’s why I let you do this, you know. At least you’re honest.”

“Cute. So no one else can touch you like I do?”

“What do you think?”

“Use your big boy words. Aren’t you capable of that much?” you say. “I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“You disgust me.”

“Sou.”

“... No. Okay? I wouldn’t let anyone else touch me. You’re the only one who can… do this.”

So, in some small way, Sou is yours. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough at all. In time, you’ll dig elbow-deep into his chest cavity, and make a space for yourself there. You’ll erase whatever Midori has done, and you’ll mark him so deeply so that all that will remain in him will be you.

[theglasshatstud10]

Made these two sapphic OCs, theyre both loosers and they both suck at life

Yan'teath is a blacksmith as her primary occupation, and q very good one at that. Her skills with smiting range in anywhere from jewellery, dreadlock decor, armour, weapons, and various household items and ornaments. She likes to wear her creations as she takes pride in her art but also as a form of advertisement so others may commission her.

She lives with her brother and mother, often treating them with her personalised weapons and armour. A lot of the time, though, it is just her and her mother as her brother likes to go out hunting more than they both do, but sometimes she'll tag along to blow off some steam.

However, all was well and good until one day when she and her brother went on an off world trip and ended up at a junk shop with an assortment of random human items, one of these including a Hatsune miku keyring, which Yan'teath bought. She looked up the origins of said keyring and ended up falling down a rabbit hole.

One thing led to the next, and now she almost exclusively listens to Vocaloids (mostly miku), anime sound tracks. She also found out what anime/manga was in this process and incidentally fell in love with yuri, which she now obsesses over to the point where her family and friends are severely concerned because, keep in mind, if this is odd behaviour for humans, then this is bat shit insane behaviour for the yautja.

Maggie is a struggling entertainer who works in various theatres (as an actress), pubs (as nighttime entertainment), and burlesque shows on the weekends. But her day job is working at a petrol station because she needs the money to scrape by while she's trying to make it in the entertainment industry full time, which is difficult because she lives in a not so well known town in Scotland.

Others describe her as eccentric and too much, but she doesn't mind, infact she likes those labels as long as it gets people talking about her and the topic is on her. Although she is self aware that this is attention seeking behaviour, and sometimes she wanders if shes actually a narcissist, but then she reassures herself by looking up the symptoms and realising she has little to none of them.

Because of her busy schedule, shes a bit of a loner and can only form acquaintances and not actual bonds, which makes her crave the attention of others even more. She's very sensitive and can get quite emotional, especially when shes tired, she can lash out or completely melt down, but surprisingly she will hide these moments of venerability even to people close to her. Even she doesn't know why she does this.

One day Yan'teaths brother had enough of his sister infantalising human girls and being such a weeb that he decided to take her on a hunting trip to earth to show her that humans are infact, not like that. Obviously she agreed to go with.

They ended up having a great time hunting, and everything was going to order as they tracked down prey in the concrete jungle of Aberdeen. They ventured out a little more into the country to have a celebetory camp night as Yan'teath was beginning to feel herself again (atleast her brother thought so) until she saw that one human.

Maggie was drinking that night and had wandered into the woods, singing Piano man by Billy Joel as she continued to sip on a bottle of whisky and cry, until Yan'teath saw her. Blue hair, grey vest, and it sings. "OMG, IT'S HATSUNE MIKU," thought Yan'teath probably, who then proceeded to stalk Maggie for a few minutes before snatching her up and deciding to take this little Ooman that resembled her favourite vocaloid, as a living trophy.

Obviously, her brother and mother were distraught by this. And obviously, Maggie didn't take too kindly to being abducted by aliens.

So in the end we have a weeboo yautja, a grouchy lowlife human, an annoyed brother yautja, and a mother yautja who is having a crisis as she thinks back on all of her life choices trying to remember where she went wrong with her daughter.

[shadiieye]

So let’s talk about the minecraft rabbit hole I have fallen into.

So for a while I’ve been hyper fixated on different minecraft YouTubers.

TheFamousFilms- I liked his old videos but honestly, opinions changed but uhhh….he chill, I guess. I don’t watch him anymore.

Minecraft Origins- This is a multiple series things. The main series I still like to this day despite the group disbanding is Fairytale origins S5 (Boatnose & CrazyMitch POV) Origins of Olympus S2 (Owtreyalp POV) OriginZ (Ritchie POV). Honestly, I still rewatch Fairytale Origins S5 from Lucas’s POV to this day. I honestly wish they could continue but I understand why it was canceled.

Fnaf Minigames- I use to love this series as a kid. I’d always remember what episodes are now currently missing and a lot of plot points. My favorite character has to be Bangle. Though, as I look back, I can tell it is really cheesy and doesn’t have stuff that makes sense, I mean, who the hell names a pair of twins both Elizabeth. I usually rewatched 3-4 old episodes when it was from Bangle’s POV and it’s usually from season 2. Never liked the switching POVs.

DSMP- can you blame me? I still have a flag from this series actually, I just don’t hang it. My favorite characters have to be Tommyinnit, Revivebur, Ghostbur, Technoblade, Quackity, and Awesamdude. (Note: I like the characters, I do not condone the actions of a specific individual or any other actions of other people.) I still partially hyperfixate to this day on this. I never really finished the series nor plan to. I know the ending for some of the characters but It’s not worth finishing this. Kinda sucks to find out how a lot of the people from this either suck, got actual trauma or disappeared.

PrettyDepressedProductions- I like his old Candy’s series. His new one is fine and I’m excited to see what happens, despite me skipping many videos. I also like his paranormal investigation series. It’s entertaining and this man has showed up in my dreams just to be stupid and honestly, I would’ve done the same and sit upside down on a couch while people talk about being concerned over me.

Empires Smp- I started watching this because of Rhapsoddity’s Vigilante Sheriff au as I’d at least like to know what I’m getting myself into. I watched season 1, turned out i didn’t need to. Then watched season 2 and enjoyed that.

Life series- this is where the rabbit hole realization began. I became extremely hyperfixated on Jimmy/Solidarity. I love the fact Evo was brought into this series by the fans and half the lore didn’t come from the actual people! It’s literally from the fans bringing it along to life series and it’s amazing. I’m hyped to see the next life series.

Aphmau- I’m in a chokehold with this series. I gotta say I really like Ein, Zane and Asch. Ein is my main guy, silly, chaotic while also needing the attention and time to grow as someone. I definitely didn’t skip over her series to a recap cause I’m lazy. I would’ve loved to see his character developed but again, this is a kids channel with mature series. Zane is honestly relatable with his Mystreet beginnings. Feeling overshadowed by your golden child, older brother and being insecure. His character had so much potential, yet in the Smp, he feels like a one note. Asch is a character that needs more attention and I love him.

Ethobot- I know the controversy but I more focus on the characters. Even though he’s similar to Aphmau, the biggest thing I love about this channel is the fact there’s a story in a way. We know Etho’s mom is dead, there was a time he was human, etc. so much potential, yet some stuff I wish was done better, even if it’s basically a kids channel. 1. Who in the right mind has a Teacher and daughter of the mafia, roam in the jacket and skirt, seems inconvenient, 2. Ruby does not look like she’s a technician and 3. Can we not have people obsessed with others, it’s annoying.

Boomiee- I have fallen into the rabbit hole. I saw TikTok’s about him awhile back and ignored it until I watched a video and then watched all of it and now I’m stuck here. I’m in love with the animation and character. I yearn for more!

The Central Lore of Showtime Smp- and I watched a few hours of Vods just for central lore and Boomie. I have fallen quite deep.

Fnaf Chronicals- Davis got great series. Molten is funny guy and Davis is a corpse!

Otso and Derpy- I like Otso. He chill and doesn’t seem threatening until you fuck up. I love his story and I’m glad for him. Uhhh….Derpy and Toby are doing something, idk what.

Spike the Bat?- it’s an old series I watched, can’t find it anymore but I had a favorite episode where Spike saw  hallucinations. I kinda miss it but I know the creator is doing other stuff.

Tailstheponyfox- I like a lot of the lore and videos. I wish he posted more. Though out of all series, he has my favorite William Afton. Everyone has the same thing, he’s either pure evil, mysterious, or someone fallen from grace. But, this version actually shows guilt! That he knows what he did and wants to be better!

Kiritothewolfox_- I liked him when I was kid. Long videos and decent videos. I stopped watching him because his lore became convoluted. Gods and other stuff. I lost interest because of that and honestly, his old videos aren’t that great. He’s doing something now but I don’t keep up with him.

Itsatwinthing72- I loved this series! It was great, it was funny when they kept moving and that Bonnie was really good. I have no clue what’s going on with it since it’s been 2 years without mentions of what happened. My favorite episode was when Bonnie was hiding from Thinkly and Maddie due to being antisocial and shy. It’s so relatable, I behave in a similar way cause I wanna talk to you but i do things to grab your attention to at least have you start the conversation.

Nick the Skeleton- I’ve been interested in his Life story series and Glitch Generations. I’ve also watched his Fairytale origins s5. He doesn’t post at the moment but his series are good, if you ignore his repeating lines. I wanna see where his stories go when he comes back though

Lefty’s Diner- great series but bad dynamics. Season 1 was peak but had many flaws. People falling in love way too quickly and why the hell would you be stupidly open about your abuse!? Funtime freddy shouldn’t have been that open! Also, WHO THAT FALLS IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE OVER GAY BACON!? It’s funny cause gay bacon but why would Molten automatically fall for Lefty?! They just met! Season 2 isn’t too great and has flaws and I refuse to watch season 3, I hate switching POV. It’s bothersome and I watch these channels for 1 POV or sometime 2. I ain’t a fan of what they did to Frostbear, Dreadbear and Grim Foxy. Why do they have to be gods?! Why not do what Limited did and make them spirits?

Fnaf Limited- I like how we have a British Frostbear. I can’t say much as it ended and never really finished.

I’ve been stuck in this rabbit holes for way too long QuQ

[psychopathseraphim]

Hi! I love your tf2 fics. Can I request a sniper x reader where he and the reader casually talk in the base and turns out they have similar hobbies? Like when sniper used to be a big game hunter, so he has to have survival skills and know the nature well. The reader fishes, knows nature (plants, animals, mushrooms) but has never hunted so sniper invites her to teach her hunting over the weekend. They hunt a hare or something. I want this to be fluffy and sniper being genuinely impressed with the reader knowledge and her way around nature. I think he puts the character and brains way over looks and similarities between him and the reader are much more important, so they start to feel different about each other, sniper especially

Sniper x Reader | Hunting

Hello! So sorry this came out so late… nearly a week late, in fact. It’s midterms week at the moment and i figured i needed to focus on reviewing etc. still midterms so im still gonna be busy, but have this!! Hope you enjoy, anon. :)

Tbh, at first, i see sniper acting indifferent…towards you; he wouldnt particularly care about you— well, it’s not that he doesn’t care (if you were dying he’d try his best to help) you just werent anything special/different to him compared to the others

It wasnt until he overheard you talking with the rest about fishing, nature; particularly telling Engineer facts about nature, stories of what youve stumbled upon, that he realized you two shared similarities

He starts to approach you more often, asking about your experiences, if you camp, and you answer with confidence to everything—

“Gone fishin’?” He asked, “yep. Pretty good at it, actually,”

“Do campin’ trips?” He asked, “duh. That’s where I experienced most of those stories i told you,”

“I see… how about huntin’? Ever hunted before?”

“…”

Is shy about it, but would definitely invite you to a camping trip (including a lesson taught by him about hunting!)

You oblige, and the two of you immediately set a date— the day after! It was your week off anyways; you could do whatever you wanted

Car ride to the area’s fine; sniper likes to stay quiet and just play music. If he sees something interesting, like an animal in the wild or if he has a fact he was able to dig up, he’d speak up about it— otherwise he’d just let you sleep

You help him with setting up camp, and so the hunting begins: definitely very sweet about teaching you how to do things, what items to use. Appreciates your own input on things, LOVES when you ask questions and he gets to nerd about it and explain it

“So ya just gotta hold it like this, sheila,” — his favorite nickname for you! But he loves calling you by your first name too

“Mm… things a bit too heavy,” you were holding a sniper rifle—HIS. ‘Course it was going to be heavy

Then he goes up behind you, presses his chest against your back and helps you aim, helps you support the damn thing

By the end of this whole ordeal, you two go home content with a catch of one rabbit! One that sniper was definitely gonna teach you how to cook later into the day

He does get comfier with you after this, telling you his name and a bit of his backstory

He’s still so curious about you — wants to go on more trips or know more ‘bout you before considering confessing to you, but the man definitely has a crush on you!

[vantablackdraws]

What got you shipping anbai? I’m new here and they seem cute ^^ /gen

Oh god-

where do I even begin....

TLDR/Short version of it: Friend talked about Guilty Gear, I found out about Baiken, watched Another Story and some arcade mode interactions and song breakdowns and read some comments and it got me wondering "what is going on with these two~", I go on ao3, there is a little over 20 fics. I got really frustrated, made content of them myself, fell further down the rabbit hole, now I'm here.

The long and very rambly version of why I ship them that you can read under the cut if you wanna ↓

Firstly, a few things that I really enjoy about them (to get this out of the way-) is that they contrast and compliment each other really, really well if you think about it. Which I have. A lot.

I know I've said some of these before but like; the Sun and Moon motifs and how it literally shows up in their Overdrives (and Anji's command...grab...thingy(? idk strive terminology) also has a moon briefly appear hmmmmmwhatsupwiththat-), the Butterfly and Flower symbolism associated with them respectively and how in a sense, one helps the other grow, the classic red oni blue oni dynamic, cat and dog, Anji's graceful elegance and calm demeanor to go with Baiken's rugged toughness and fiery temper, blah blah blah the list goes on you get the idea. They're opposites, but they match each other and balance each other out, like yin and yang.

There's also their (strive) songs! Rock Parade is...extremely obvious lmao. I know folks like to joke about it but, dude. Single footstep carries two hearts? The promise he made to her? (Whatever that was I wanna knOW-) It really does feel like more than just a song about a crush he has on her, this man is dedicated. And with Mirror of the World it basically encapsulates Baiken's whole journey, going from someone who's resigned herself to a life of revenge to ultimately breaking out of her self imposed "exile" in the end. Also the line "If I had a comrade, I wonder what I would tell them." and I'm over here yelling "YOU HAVE ONE! HE IS RIGHT THERE-" (I actually think the song is also about Delilah, but still kinda about him too, it's about both of them they're both the comrade how about that)

But to get to the heart of it all (and to also get extremely corny here), there's this sort of earnestness to their relationship that I really admire. Every now and then, there's a pairing that comes around and makes me go Ooga Booga for the better part of a year because it's just got a lot of good stuff to chew on. Angst? Drama? Some form of love that isn't just inherently romantic but something more? I'm eating it up and annoying my friends to death with it. And I think to me that really shows in their XX arcade mode endings, (BOTH of their "canon" ones btw THEY GET TWO ENDINGS TOGETHER) where Anji gives up what he was doing so he can follow Baiken and make sure she's actually living instead of just wandering by herself. This one thing he's been chasing for a while now, probably even his dream job of learning the secrets of the universe (or whatever Asuka was teaching him), and he just gives it up because he can't stand to see someone he loves dedicate her life to something that will inevitably destroy her in the end. "I don't want you to die." I think about this so often it's not even funny.

(And y'know, he also gives her the choice to just get rid of him if she doesn't want him around anymore, and idk about you, but I think that's very sexy of him and also very telling of her that she hasn't done it yet but moving on-)

Delilah ultimately ties it all together because at the end of Another Story, Baiken becomes to Delilah what Anji was to her all those years ago. A friend, a companion, someone to lean on. There's the line "She won't die well unless she finds a better way to live." before May mentions that's what Anji had said about her, and suddenly she gets it now. (I think) It's the final push that gets her to save Delilah from winding up in the same situation she's been stuck in for years and in the end, finally let go of her revenge.

No that does not have to be inherently romantic in the slightest, you can do whatever you want with that information or interpret it however you want and I encourage that, but also it's driving me insane whenever I think about it. He cares about her SO much, even if he has a weird way of showing it. I don't even think I can begin to do it justice trying to describe how it makes me feel but hopefully that can give you (and maybe some other folks who have made it this far hello) some insight into why I like this ship so much.

Also their strive in-game interactions are really flirty.

[ike-garden2024]

⇒ The Record Keeper and New Beginnings ⇐

Here’s the standalone fic I wrote as a fun way to introduce my upcoming Ikemen Revolution story. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 2971   Content Warning: Some self aware characters  Series: Ikemen Revolution  POV: 3rd Person  Summary: Blanc gathers everyone to share some important, exciting, and scary news to the rest of the cast. Oliver ends up with many questions and Blanc gives him answers he doesn’t have time to process.

As another day comes to an end, warm hues of red and orange color the sky as the sun takes its final gaze upon the city. It’s noisy but comforting all the same. 

Tick. Tock. “Oh my, it’s getting rather late indeed. I wonder if everything is ready…” Despite his words, steam continued to pool from the hot teacup sitting in his hands, his glasses falling victim to it as he brought it near his lips. The peaceful moment comes to an end as someone angrily opens the door.

“You dumb rabbit! Why are you still here?! Everyone is waiting for you!” A child storms in with more annoyance than his little body can handle.

Blanc softly chuckles, “Yes, you’re right, Oliver. My apologies, I simply couldn’t help it… It’s a lovely sight. "

"What are you going on about this time?” Oliver questions as he begins to walk towards the window.

A soft, distant look settles into Blanc’s eyes, “Nothing… I was simply admiring our lovely home.” He sets the teacup down and begins to walk towards the door, “Let’s get going, there’s important news to share, so we mustn’t keep them waiting.”

Oliver quickly glances out the window, “admiring cradle?...” he mutters to himself before following the man out to the hallway. 

“You made sure to invite everyone?” Blanc says in an inquisitive tone.

This not being the first time he hears the question, Oliver deeply sighs before answering, “Is old age finally starting to take effect?”

Deciding not to respond, Blanc laughs at his friend’s words; they never lose their edge. A sense of comfort settles into the air as their exchange feels as old as time.  

As they continue to make their way down the hall, Blanc asks, “Have you ever wondered what Cradle will be like in the future?”

Oliver hesitates before quietly responding, “Of course I have… but wondering is pointless. I know I’ll see it eventually.” Blanc simply hums with a smile; there’s no need to say more as both are aware of Oliver’s unique situation that kept him forever young.

Blanc speeds up his pace before turning to Oliver. He winks at his friend as he points out the window, “Don’t look so down, it’s just about that time of day.”

Before Oliver has a chance to respond, a blinding light flashes and now in place of where Oliver the child stood, was a tall, dark-haired man. “Finally,” he says in an exasperated tone, “let’s get this over with.”

He begins to walk away. Now an adult, Oliver’s strides are much longer, reducing the amount of time it would take them to get to the meeting hall.

Several muffled voices could be heard through the door, some excited while others seemed bored. They had no idea why they were all summoned; the invitation mysteriously said:

“This is ridiculous. Why have we all been summoned? They’re wasting our King’s time.” Jonah’s irritated tone made it clear he didn’t appreciate Blanc and Oliver’s plans.

“Come now, aren’t you excited for what’s to come? A new journey sounds fascinating.” Edgar countered Jonah’s words, clearly amused by the entire set-up. 

“The only journey I want to take is the one to meet the bottom of a bottle,” Kyle mutters to himself as he rubs his eyes.

Unfortunately, his comment does not go unheard. “You won’t perish from one alcohol-free night,” Jonah remarks.

“Withdrawal symptoms can vary,” Kyle shrugs lazily in response. Both Lancelot and Zero ignore their chatter, choosing to quietly wait against the wall.

“He should leave…” Luka mumbles under his breath. Too bad for him. Seth has good hearing.

“Ahaha! Now, Luka, no one wants to receive severe punishment.” Seth beams at Luka, earning a slight pout from him.

“He complains too much,” Luka retorts, but this time, Sirius is quick to respond. “Can’t say that I blame him this time. The hosts are late.”

Both Seth and Luka glance at each other with a thoughtful look. It did seem strange that Blanc and Oliver were late. Usually, for any formal meeting, Blanc was always the first one there, waiting for everyone else to arrive. For him to be late meant that something must be keeping him.

The Black Army members continue to exchange looks, having a silent conversation until finally Fenrir asks, “What are we thinking, Boss?” He turns to look at Ray, who hasn’t made a single comment. 

Ray was unreadable as usual, and instead of answering Fenrir, he began to scan the entire room; his eyes stopping at each group. Alice was laughing with Loki and Harr, Dean and Mousse in serious conversation, the Red Army chatting, and a few others, but beyond that, there were more. While not visible, Ray could feel there were eyes watching the room from a distance. Finally, his eyes met Lancelot; this alone was enough for both to realize they had noticed the same thing. 

“Our sincerest apologies for the wait,” Blanc says in a loud voice, making sure everyone can hear him as he walks into the room, Oliver following behind him.

“Please gather around and come forward,” Blanc continues. “There’s something important we must discuss.” He softly smiles in an attempt to ease the tension in the room. 

“There are a few missing,” Oliver whispers to Blanc. “Not missing, you just can’t see them,” Blanc reassures him. He’s not wrong. Just outside the windows of the room, those who were summoned from the Magic Tower quietly watched the events unfold.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I summoned you all.” Blanc pauses and takes a look at everyone before continuing, “It’s time for something new. To put it simply, we’ll be part of a new story.” Everyone looks at him in shock, including Oliver, not fully understanding what he was talking about.

“I’m sure that’s confusing. Let me explain.” Blanc says as he pulls out his record book. “We are all characters in a story. And every now and then, people who enjoy our story will make their own creations that include us. Someone has recently decided to write a story about us. This means we will be leaving here and entering the world they created for us.” He finally finishes his explanation, but it only raises more questions. 

Quiet remarks and growing concern were heard, slowly getting louder, but Lancelot silences the room with one word, “enough.” They all turn to him seeking guidance.

Lancelot turns to Ray, who nods at him once, a signal to keep going. “White Rabbit, are your words true?” Lancelot questions Blanc.

“Yes,” he begins to answer. “Nothing I said was a lie,” he finishes.

“This is difficult to accept as a fact,” Lancelot squints suspiciously as he moves the conversation forward. “What you’re claiming is impossible.” Immediately, Blanc counters, “Is it?” He smiles.

“We live in a world full of magic, you know. It’s what separates us from the land of reason…” He begins to scribble something in his book of records. “There are many different kinds of magic…” A blue light begins to shine from within the book. “I ask that you all keep an open mind. The impossible can be quite fun… wouldn’t you agree, Alice?” 

Blanc turns to look at the only person in the room who had experienced what different worlds are like. Alice’s eyes slightly widened. “Oh, well I… it does seem possible-”

Jonah cuts her off. “How does any of this seem possible??” Lancelot places a hand on Jonah’s shoulder and looks at Alice, urging her to continue.

“If someone had told me about Cradle back when I was in the land of reason, I wouldn’t have believed them… but I’ve fallen from the sky and seen so much magic here… it’s hard for me not to consider what Blanc says as truth.” She smiles. “I’m excited to see what Blanc is talking about!” 

“Thank you, my dear sweet Alice,” Blanc pats her head affectionately. “However, I’m afraid I must inform you that you will not be an active character in the story.” Her eyes widened at this.

“WHAAAAT!?!” Seth screams as he hugs Alice. “What kind of horrible story are you sending us to!?!” His arms further tighten around Alice.

Blanc laughs. “I assure you, the story is wonderful. There will be new people for you to meet.”

This doesn’t reassure Seth at all, or anyone else for that matter, but Alice speaks up with a smile. “That’s okay. I know you’ll all be okay and happy wherever you go. So… please enjoy the new world for me! I’ll come haunt you if you don’t,” she laughs lightly. It’s obvious she wants to ease everyone’s worry, and it somewhat works. Seth finally releases her, and everyone begins to look at Alice sadly. 

“It’s time to say goodbye, everyone,” Blanc warns as he finalizes what he’s written in his book of records. Many tears are shed; some don’t want to let go after hugging Alice. They say their goodbyes, sharing silly memories to make each other laugh.

Despite the emotional scene going on, Blanc had a calm, warm expression on his face; Oliver, who had been silent and off to the side the entire time, took notice of this and found it odd. With his focus completely on Blanc, he failed to notice Alice approaching him to offer nice words and a hug.

Soon everyone gets back in line, forming a semicircle around Blanc, whose book of records was glowing slightly. “I will recite the final lines as I write them. The spell of new beginnings will then activate.”

The book of records began to glow brightly and float in the air. Glitter like sparkles began to float everywhere, attaching itself to everyone, causing a fading effect. Everyone slowly began to disappear. Confusion could be found on every face in the room as each person tried to reach out towards their friends, but there was no point.

Lancelot, Ray, and Harr remained as calm as they could in an attempt to offer reassurance to those around them. Loki desperately tried to hold Harr, but his hands ran right through his body. He began to cry helplessly on the floor. Seeing this, Alice couldn’t hold herself any longer. Deep down, she was incredibly terrified of what was to come. As silent tears streamed down her face, Ray and Lancelot stood before her, smiling. In return, she smiled at them. Mustering all the final courage she could find, she walked towards Blanc, taking a position where she could see everyone one last time.

Finally, she politely bowed towards everyone, “Thank you for everything. You’re all so wonderful…” She lifted her head. “I love you all.” She smiled before fully disappearing into the air, sparkles falling towards the ground.

No one knew what to say or do. There’s nothing they can do except watch each other disappear. Jonah walks towards Luka, who began to cry when Alice disappeared. The brothers look at each other. There are so many words they want to say, but time didn’t allow for it. Making a decision, Jonah smiles at Luka, “My dear sweet Luka,” he affectionately says as he reaches out towards his brother before vanishing like Alice. Almost immediately after, Luka is gone as well.

Seth sits beside his sister, who was trying to remain calm by talking about random things, but her body was shaking from fear and anxiety. Unable to do anything, he simply smiled and followed her lead. Not long after, they disappear together. One by one, each person vanishes, leaving a trail of glitter fallen on the ground. 

Only Ray and Lancelot remain in the end. They walk towards Blanc, who wasn’t surrounded by the magical light. Ray begins to speak, “No one else seemed to notice but…”

“Why are you and Oliver the only ones who aren’t covered in magic?” Lancelot finishes Ray’s question.

Blanc hums, “I have a stop to make before joining the rest of you. Oliver will be assisting me.” He turns to smile at Oliver. The two leaders nod, accepting his reasoning.

“We’ll be looking for you when everything is settled.” Ray makes arrangements. Again, Blanc hums and nods as he watches the Kings disappear. 

“My assistance?” Oliver questions Blanc, who is now writing something new in the record book.

“I only need to pick up a new book from the library. We’ll be joining them after,” Blanc assures him as a blinding light flashes. 

Affected by the bright flash, Oliver rubs his eyes, trying to gain his vision back. When he finally does, he’s met with a white room full of what seemed like endless columns of books. 

“What is this place?” Oliver questions.

“It’s the records library. It holds everything,” Blanc responds as he walks towards a column.

“This is where you keep all of Cradle’s records?” Oliver follows behind Blanc so he doesn’t get lost.

“Not quite. This place holds much more than just Cradle’s records,” Blanc begins to explain. “This is where all the worlds are collected. I mentioned before that we'll be going to a new world. This is where the records of that world will go. See, we’re part of a storyline created by a bird—”

“A bird?” Oliver cuts off Blanc with an annoyed look on his face.

“A clever name, isn’t it?… These storylines that they create are enjoyed by many people all around the world. These people are inspired and create their own works of art based on our stories, creating different worlds and timelines,” Blanc finishes his explanation as he finds the book he’s looking for.

Oliver doesn’t fully believe Blanc but is unable to fully call all of this a lie. He feels strange, almost like déjà vu. However, he can’t remember ever being in the library before. 

“You always feel the same, Oliver,” Blanc chuckles. “Yes, you’ve been here before, and… we’ve had this same conversation many, many times.” Blanc looks around the library as if to show Oliver the amount.

“Why don’t I remember anything?” Oliver asks as he holds his head.

“We’re not supposed to remember any of it,” Blanc whispers sadly. “Whenever a new world begins, there is a reset here in the main storyline. Everyone disappeared right now, but by dawn tomorrow, everything will be back to normal, and everyone will go about their lives as usual. We who “disappear” are transferred over to the new world, our current memories wiped, making space for all new memories to be placed.” Blanc looks at Oliver, trying to gauge his reaction this time.

“Why do you remember everything?” Oliver’s questions continue.

“I don’t, it’s just that when I reset here in Cradle, I always find the library and all the worlds… I find out by reading the records. But I will not remember anything once we get to the new world.” Blanc finishes explaining.

“What exactly is the point of telling everyone they’re going to a new world before casting the spell?” Oliver still has questions.

“A courtesy of mine,” it’s a simple answer but it reflects the respect Blanc holds for everyone. 

“Would you like to see her?” Blanc asks, already knowing what the next question is. “She’s lovely,” Blanc comments as he conjures up a cloud of light.

Oliver’s eyes widen at what he sees. It’s a young woman with long, deep brown hair, busy with something on the table in front of her. The girl looks up and turns to her left as though someone had called her. Before the image disappears, Oliver catches a glimpse of her warm smile and welcoming eyes.

“That was ▧▨▧▨ , She’s going to ▧▨▧▨, it’s always exciting to ▧▨▧▨” Oliver can’t fully make out what Blanc is saying. “Oh dear, it seems our time is up… that’s alright, I ▧▨▧▨ so things should ▧▨▧▨”

“Wait, what?” Oliver says, confused. He can’t hear Blanc completely. That’s when he notices that they’re both starting to disappear.

Oliver looks up at Blanc and he’s met with a reassuring smile. “We’ll meet again, my dear friend…”

A bright light flashes one final time, and the pair disappear along with the new record book.

The library is once again empty yet full of life. 

“Ver-… liver-… Oliver…” Oliver opens his eyes, the sun shining through the window. Blanc is calling him, “It’s getting rather late. Your store opens soon, doesn’t it?” Blanc says as he opens the curtain more.

Oliver sits up with a confused look on his face, “Rabbit…?” Oliver questions as he holds his head almost in pain.

Blanc turns to him, “Are you feeling alright?”

Oliver closes his eyes and rubs his temples, “I’m fine. I just had a strange dream… I was about to tell you something, but I can’t remember…”

Blanc smiles softly and he begins to walk out the door, “I’m flattered you think of me even in your dreams.” 

“Wait,” Oliver stops him. “What’s today’s date?”

Blanc looks at him curiously before answering, “January 6, 2025. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” Oliver responds lazily as he gets up to look out the window. “I forgot the date is all…”

Blanc hums before leaving the room, already thinking of a tea that would help his little friend with his headache.

Oliver quietly continues to gaze out the window in a daze, taking in the sight of Cradle...

Hikari's note: Wahhhhhhhh thanks so much for being here! Admittedly I’m nervous as hell because this is my first time sharing a creation of mine, but it’s okay 😂 I’m so excited to share this project with everyone. For some of you, IkeRev might not be a series you’re interested in and I get it, the series is discontinued. But for me, that’s exactly what sparked this story idea (& my love for Rev of course). So if you’ve decided to give it a chance, I hope that you’ll enjoy the story that will come with my OC. The purpose of this standalone fic is mainly to kick off the debut of my OC and her story. I'd also like to give special thanks to  @ragyragd0ll @missaengg @william-rex! They've been super helpful throughout this whole process and I don't think I would've gotten as far as I have without their support. Since it’s my first time fully flushing out a story please expect many mistakes and mid level writing 😅 I hope to improve as I continue writing. Thank you for your support & patience!

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[priyajoyy]

this is a long one

The thing i love about the different dynamics between bunny and the girls relationships in rabbits foot is how unique each of them are!!

Especially how they change from teen to adult timeline

Like I’ve been thinking about the adult timeline and how their relationships evolve a bit more while writing recently and it really made me think how bunny shared different aspects of her life with each of them

Like Shauna and her were brought up pretty differently, and while Shauna wasn’t ever against getting married or becoming a mum or anything it was never such a huge aspect of what she thought her future would be like wit was for bunny

Yet now they have their whole motherhood being a housewife route they both end up going down, super quick after getting rescued, both of them clinging to any normalcy they could once they were back in the real world

Yet they also tackle and cope to with motherhood sooo differently because of how they were effected by the wilderness

bunny has always cringed to other human beings, providing care and being kind with no thought of her own problems, where as Shauna pushes her family away, keeping Jeff and Callie at arms length

the biggest difference in how they regard their families is how they share or hold back info about the crash with them. bunny tells her husband basically everything eventually, whereas Jeff has to find out through snooping, and reading her journals. bunny confides in her son, only when she knows he is ready and can take it, and likewise doesn't inform her other children because she knows they're not ready, Shauna however, lets Callie only find out stuff when it all starts going insane in the adult timeline and is forced to, or in moments where it all builds up and she blurts it out (eg when she finds her clubbing in Jackie's outfit)

And Lottie and bunny, while they had different mental health problems while in the wilderness and before hand, have always had similarities with how their parents tried to cope with them and “fix” their daughters

And their time away from the regular medication and therapy sessions that were forced upon them had both of them leaning into their mental health problems for the first time rather than away from it (albeit in a very unhealthy way)

They both let their phsycosis (or actual gift depending on how you see the show) and anxiety take over them completely

and the way they bond the most during their time in the wilderness is bunny letting Lottie guide her in this way, telling her she has a gift and having her "speak to the wilderness" through mushrooms alongside travis

yet while Lottie continues to lean into it when she reaches the outside world, building her cult and still holding some of the same beliefs she gained in the wilderness, even if she now made sure she was medicated, bunny did the complete opposite, shying away from everything that happened in the wilderness and refusing to believe anything similar to what Lottie ever taught her

bunny lives her adult life refusing to acknowledge the visions and hallucinations she had while in the wilderness, even when they begin to appear again throughout her life at specific moments (especially at the time of her sons death where the man with antlers stayed by her bedside for weeks, watching her)

Finally Natalie and bunny

Who at first glance you would think are sooo so different now, coping in very different ways, are actually way more similar than you’d think

The two started off as two complete opposites before the crash, in their upbringing, personalities, interests and basically any ways you can think of, but in the wilderness the two lowkey become the most alike out of the 3 pairs

While bunny does listen to Lottie heavily and believes a lot of what she’s telling her about her gifts and the wilderness, she’s by far one of the most “normal” out of all the girls

She’s one of the only ones so adamantly against the cannibalism and cult like activities, trying to keep a sense of normality with the group (and failing) at least before she starts to really succumb to her anxiety (and lowkey going crazy) and the three girls taking over her life (abusing her and trapping her in a weird love square of toxicity)

Her and Natalie are the mains ones clinging to all this especially at the beginning while Natalie’s so outright against lotties craziness

The wilderness also brings out Natalie’s true colours. She’s always portrayed herself as super rough and yet now that she’s taken on role as hunter and then eventually as leader, she’s showing how similar to bunny she is with how much she’s trying to care for and provide for all the team

When they all get rescued, at glance it’s like the two snapped back to their lives before. Bunny gets married and becomes the perfect little housewife she was always meant to be and Natalie continues her life as the trailer park trash most people perceive her as.

However the only main difference to how they both go on to cope is how well they hide it

Bunny hides behind her perfect image, and clinging to her love for her family, and hides her issues behind closed doors, while Natalie lets her flaws show, beyond caring what people think

She openly drinks and does drugs, going to rehab countless times, while bunny takes extremely high does of anxiety medicine to get through the day and smokes constantly (her lungs are so close to failing guys idk how she's still going) pretending she's completely fine and definitely isn't addicted to either

(also guys we are changing the name to dumb bunny I've decided 😭)

[gobiin-z]

Since i enjoyed writing the last one, i have another post on Shed 17 headcanons

Dr Routh this time because you can’t have Mr Head Train Conductor Guy without having Mr Evil Scientist Guy next to him

(Also turns out he is a doctor and not a professor. I don’t know why but professor made sense in my brain)

DR OWEN ROUTH

Same as last time, I’ll start with appearance. Dr Routh was overall more presentable than most people, wearing a smart black suit most of the week. From a photo i managed to take of a scene in Shed 17, it appears that Dr Routh is wearing something black underneath his lab coat. Some kind of jacket could be plausible, but i think it’s cooler if it’s some kind of waistcoat or suit vest. To compliment his pink shirt, I think Routh would wear pink and/or colourful socks with his shoes. A, to keep up the illusion that everything’s fine and nothing malicious is happening behind the scenes and B, I can see him as the type of man to enjoy sock shopping for some reason.

Routh also has glasses. Little oval-y shaped glasses that he wears all the time.

As well, I feel like Routh along with other scientists would wear name badges. Sodor was a very tourist-driven location, and since the trains were so unpredictable in the beginning, having the scientists on standby would’ve been beneficial. As such, name badges would’ve been necessary so that people knew who they were.

Routh’s recorder thing that he has is barely hanging on by a thread. Like, duck tape everywhere, scratches on it, probably a plaster or two. Routh’s easily spent a night or two trying to repair it because it got dropped and somethings fallen off again .

After G-1 and cart-ifying Hartley, Routh continued to work with Topham Hat until they got involved in another controversy a few years later. Routh, realising that it actually might be helpful to have Hartley around again, started to experiment with biofused material; more specifically, changing it back into its original form.

After almost a year and a lot of trail and error with probably other carts, Routh was successful in turning Hartley back into a person. …but then immediately threw him into another experiment (thankfully with no bio fusion involved) to cover up the controversy he was still facing. Topham Hat disappeared during this time, and no one has seen him since.

After the controversy was over and Hartley was no longer needed, he was let go. Not turned back into a cart, just…able to walk out. Go back to his wife. Go back to his son. Routh was in charge now, and he knew Hartley wouldn’t say anything after everything that had happened. It was the least Routh could do for the man.

He still thinks about that sometimes. Where Hartley is, how he’s doing, what he could’ve changed in the past to prevent this from happening. He lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He doesn’t have nightmares, like Hartley does, but the past still haunts him. He can’t look at trains properly anymore. Not without working out where the internal organs of a person would fit, at least.

And just as he’s about to spiral into a dark rabbit hole he can’t climb out of, he receives a text message. From the last person he would’ve expected.

(Got a bit story-like at the end there, whoops)

(Ummmm yeah that’s what I’ve got for Routh. Next, I’ll probably do something of Routh and Hartley meeting again, seeing as that’s where this idea is going I think)