#will forever hold such a solid place in my heart and soul

[i-clash-with-everything]

not me full on weeping over one piece AGAIN

[turtle-ly]

So a lot of monkeys died. And wukong crossed a lot of monkey names from diyu book. Are there a bunch of monkeys in the white void like baal and aym

Thank you for the ask! This is gonna be long lmao, to answer this question we need to be clear on some things:

Wukong crossed out his own name, mac's name, and some monkeys names from the scrolls of death, effectively made their souls no longer tethered to diyu's alert system for collecting when they die. Instead their souls got tied to wukong as their new "death king"

When people die, their souls get separated from their bodies. To be resurrected, they theoretically need both the soul and the body to merge in order to interact with things in the mortal realm/earth

Wukong's prison (the moutain) is not in any of the pre-existing realms. It's actually its own pocket dimension. idk if i made it clear in the fic but i had this info in the inspiration post. Which means the "gate" or barrier between wukong's realm and the other realms is much, much tighter compared to the celestial's or diyu's and earth. You can only transfer matters to it through established connections, say, like the chains channeling the energy of the containment seals from the mortal realm that the camel ridge trio and dbk is holding.

Does this mean they can travel to wukong's prison? not quite, like i say, the gate is Very small, and you cant just waltz in knowing there's a hole to it. humans cant travel to the celestial realm or diyu even if the connections are stronger yknow?

Now, here's another gate to wukong: the shadows. Shadow exists in that moutain, even in another realm, so theoretically if you were to travel in the shadow realm, you might find a gateway leading to the shadows in wukong's prison. But finding that gateway is a problem, squeezing yourself through that gateway is a whole other can of worms

When erlang shen burnt down the mountain, he didnt use just any fire, but the Furnace's Fire, the one capable of melting down immortality or say, souls. All the mortal and "immortal" monkeys who were caught in that fire got erased, the fire is the magical equivalent of white phosphorus and shit. So there were nothing to attempt merging or resurrecting those monkes :(

Of course, there were a few monkeys that werent burnt by Laozi's fire, even though they still died by Heaven's weapons. Their souls got separated, no way to merge with their decaying bodies on their own, but they cant find the way to wukong's realm either because they cant access the shadow realm. So yes, there are ghost monkes on FFM now, wandering souls forever feeling the urge to go somewhere yet they dont even know why or how :((( even if they are brought to the shadow realm and somehow get to wukong, they are still ghosts, unable to carry their mortal bodies thru the gate

So how did mac get in? well here's where i go apeshit with my hc: mac isnt actually soul-solid??? in my shadowpee births hc post i implied that mac was born from the shadows of earth convened. Shadows are not alive, are they? he's pure magic gained sentience. That explains how he could get to wukong's realm the way water leak through the cracks on walls, he has no body once he died, his form bleeding shadows and returning to the earth as dbk described in chapter 5

Wukong, on the other hand, was born from life magic and the blessings of the world. There was so much life energy in his components that even though he's technically a rock, he has a heart and is mortal at birth. shadowpee were so close to each other that mac's magic was affected to a degree that he grew a heart too :))) its part of his magic core separated, a mimic placed in front of the real thing. when he died it turned back to pure shadow, erlang's weapon piercing both his "heart" and his magic core

Sowwy for going off on a tangent about souls system but i got too excited about lore lmao. i could go on about the differeces bettween dbk's core and the camel ridge trio's cores too but i feel like you dont wanna read 10+ points on a reply for One ask. so yeah, ghost monkes, shadow monke, lets leave it until another reader send me an ask for it, which could be never <3

[aclowntiny]

hi!! I know you said soul exchanges weren't necessary for requests, but I'm more than willing to give mine up for this one because it's a universe I adore

superhero!ateez meeting reader. who or what the reader is? entirely up to you 👀👀👀 (the possibilities are endless omg)

((also plz I've been binging all of your writing because it's just so amazing. the cute stuff just gives me lil butterflies and the fuzzies))

yELLS you’re the sweetest actually 🫶🏻 trying to balance all of my stuff & writing, but hopefully what I have out isn’t the last of the butterflies 🦋 & fuzzies I’ll be giving you 🥰 also this is such a good AU idea??? OMG not me spending forever thinking about their powers 🫣 tried not to just drop them directly into famous heroes’ roles… but Yunho HAD to be spiderman & I will not apologize 😤😝 also, I’d be down to do a part 2 for sure hehe

Warnings: some gun/minor violence/death references, some blood, suggestive comment(s), some pain/peril for Reader, long post lol

Meeting Superhero!Ateez

Hongjoong

Magic was not something to be tarried with. It was not a substance one could bend to their will, it was an art and a fickle one at that.

No one understood that better than a person who wasn’t meant to have it in the first place. He hadn’t been tricked into selling his soul, lost himself in some foolish, evil deal, no. Oh, no.

He’d gone and died.

It had felt just like blacking out when he’d been hit, coming to like the collision was barely beyond a concussion. But the world wasn’t the world when Hongjoong awoke.

There was no sun, no plants, only twisted, dead roots, and the people passing by him little more than glowing wraiths, some looking more human than others. His first reaction was to hold his hands before his eyes, exhaling in relief at the sight of their flesh. Except it felt like his ribcage had shrunk; he was unable to get as much air in or out as usual, every fight for air shallowed.

“What’s happening? Where am I?”

“This is the Underworld,” a low voice replied from behind him, sending him shooting up to his feet and turning to face its owner.

A woman perhaps twice his age, one draped in loose black veils falling around the tight shadowy raiment she wore. Her hair like emerald flame wreathing an expression of dark curiosity, like Hongjoong were a bug she hadn’t decided if she was annoyed by.

He was confused, but not afraid. “Well, I want out. There was so much I was in the middle of out there. I can’t lose it all in some accident. I can barely breathe down here!”

The woman chuckled deeply. “Getting sent back is no simple task. We do not idly accept mistakes.”

“Isn’t there something I can do?” Hongjoong urged, stepping forward and gazing into the woman’s blazing green eyes.

“You will never be fully living again. To return is to become a conduit of the Underworld.”

“Will I be a ghost?”

“No, but your humanity will never fully be restored. Death’s connection is inescapable. A part of you will forever be tied to us. Is this what you wish?”

Hongjoong had a career up there. Friends who weren’t ghosts. A hard drive full of projects. A distinct lack of green flame littering the ground. Music. Fashion. Whatever life he could have. Breath in his lungs. The words escaped his shallow chest so quickly he barely realized he’d spoken them. “Yes, it is.”

The deal was sealed willingly and the Underworld faded away, the final sight in Hongjoong’s eyes those points of green burning into his soul.

~

Nothing seemed different when breath rushed fully back into his heaving lungs or when he crawled from the wreckage of his car. His feet still hit solid ground as he walked back to his apartment under the night sky.

And the next day when he was yanked into an alley by two dark figures, his heart sure beat. And when they, speaking of him being the one they were sent for, raised knives, surely it was a one-way ticket out of his second life. Maybe he’d be like a cat, get nine…

All of the stress, every endorphin pumped through Hongjoong’s newly-reanimated body, dropped from him like sweat and arced out as green flame.

The cloaked assailants recoiled at the flame, cursed as glowing forms rose from it. Two of them little more than skeletons, one of them much more humanoid. More like the wraiths Hongjoong saw. More like the Emerald Lady herself. He couldn't help recoiling himself, glancing down again at his hands in disbelief. That was of his making?

The duo of skeletons lashed out first, parrying dagger with sword. You sealed the deal, slamming the butt of your polearm down upon the concrete and sending cracks erupting across the charcoal grey. Beneath their staggered feet, a fissure opened up, sending the men plummeting to some unknown doom.

And with that, you turned to Hongjoong, head cocked with interest. "You're going to be hunted from now on."

He took a deep breath, balled his hands into fists. "What did she do to me?"

"Why do you think she let you go so easily? You're the next Crane."

Tempting was it to look away from the burning glow of your eyes, so similar to the ones who bore him half-escape. Hongjoong wasn't the sort to give in, though. "What does that mean?"

"You were never meant to come to the Underworld, even witness it. Whatever your memories tell you, that was no ordinary accident you were in."

Seonghwa

When you first saw him, sparks flew. Literally.

You’d been focused on the mission at hand, hovering above what you hoped was the main jet for infiltration when a burst of the most beautiful glittering energy sparked before you, wavering like the Aurora Borealis at the edges as it struck open the adjacent craft. It was enough to shake you from the crosshairs haze of disabling anything, stealing your gaze over to the sweeping flight of a black-haired man in a dashing caped suit of violet and silver.

Stories of such a man had reached your ears. “You’re the one they call Cosmos, aren’t you?” You called, mirroring the smile that rose to his lips.

He nodded. “And you must be Depth Charge.”

“I will have you know that that was not my first choice,” you replied as you sent a pulse echoing through the jet’s steel, “or my choice at all. It barely makes sense. I go up, not down.”

Cosmos chuckled at that. His eyes sparkled like the stars in his little energy burst trick, giving him an air of innocence despite his trim figure, the way he sailed through the sky in that l roguish suit. Maybe this was going to be a fun fight after all.

He swerved narrowly past a barrage of jet-fire. “Maybe we should talk when we’re not, you know, attempting to prevent the theft of confidential technology?”

"You're no fun," you mock-scoffed, smirking and boosting yourself to the next jet with a pulse of energy.

"And you're not the one getting shot at!" He fired back, blasting more crackling, star-studded energy at the next barrage before ducking below the shrapnel.

"Yeah, yeah, just come back me up, I see our guy," you urged him, crawling to the top of the jet and focusing the waves you felt into a bladelike space.

The hole had just been cut open when Cosmos swooped in next to you. He was somehow taller than you'd pictured once you saw him up close, serious expression completely changing his bearing. You studied his profile for a few seconds before sliding in through your entry hole legs first. Boots hitting hard floor with a wince-inducing jolt up your ankles, you readied another sonic blade and crept closer to the cockpit. Some shuffling at your back told you Cosmos followed close behind.

Two goons rose from their seats at the sight of you, landing a couple of punches to both of you and even managing to knock you over before you sent their inertia right back at them, slamming them against the wall as you held your surely-bruised jaw. For all his spark, Cosmos held his own in hand-to-hand combat. Well, relatively speaking. He ended up knocking his opponent out with a surprising roundhouse kick. You smiled again, giving a shake of your head.

"What?"

"Extra," you chuckled.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he replied, extending an arm to the cockpit door, "would you like to do the honors?"

"Thank you, my good man," you humored him, peeling open the door to meet with a faceful of gun barrels.

"I would stay back if I were you," the head thief remarked. Geez, was the guy reading an old movie script?

"I would stand down, actually, unless you'd like to sail through a hole torn in space," Cosmos told him, standing firm.

Your jaw dropped as you turned to face him. "You can do that?"

He gave you an urgent look.

"Sorry."

"You wouldn't risk letting this device go any more than I would," your enemy sneered, tugging his tie into place.

"I wouldn't have to. That's kind of the thing with being able to manipulate gravity. And yes, I can do that."

With that, he raised a hand and the jet flipped upside down. No, wait, you flipped upside down, drifting into the air against your own volition and flailing fecklessly for a few flaps before firing off a balancing pulse. The case drifted loosely in the air, into the hands of one of the gunners, and then right back out as Cosmos summoned it forth. The men opened fire instantly, bullets drifting slowly into air filling with faint whisps of smoke. Both of you banked hard left to dodge the fire, grunting as you hit the wall hard, but Cosmos stood firm again, offering you his hand. Taking it, you felt yourself hurtling through the air, a familiar sensation as speed returned, then the harsh blasts of wind upon leaving the hull.

"Sorry I stole your target," he told you as he drifted and you blasted away, gazes turning from the final jet's descent.

"Stole it?" You snorted, giving him a smile. "I believe that's called helping me. I'm not exactly in this for the brownie button."

"Oh, yeah, what was it again? For fun, right?"

"Something like that," you agreed.

"By the way, if we're going to be working together, we better know each other's names. Real names. My name is Seonghwa." And there were those stars again, lighting up his dark eyes in a manner far too on the nose for his hero name.

Heart fluttering, you gave him your name.

Yunho

Fortunate. That’s how many people described living in a city with a guardian. Hopeful, like if they were to get into trouble, that very man could, in the most literal sense, swoop in and rescue them. It was like magic how he appeared at the scene of wrongdoings- it only added to the feeling that he could see all that occurred through the hustle and bustle of the proverbial concrete jungle.

For Yunho, it was a lot of pressure. Phrases like the man, the myth, the legend hit a little too close to home. What if he were to let someone down? What if one day the mask got yanked off and all everyone saw was a fresh college graduate semi-desperately searching for a job to apply his major to? He didn’t always feel like a hero, just like a man doing his best to help out.

A man with wishes and dreams like any other. Oftentimes that wish was simply for life to be normal again. Like, he had been granted this amazing opportunity and yet it still fell like a burden across his heart sometimes. Especially when he looked at you.

You were his next door neighbor, the occupant of the apartment adjacent to his. Some days you both would be out on your balconies at the same time just staring out at city lights with your favorite drink in hand and you’d glance across the way and smile at each other. Start a little conversation. What do you think those people across the way are doing? Man, you wouldn’t believe this customer at work today. Whatcha got there, the usual?

It dawned on Yunho sometimes in some poetic delusion that you two took and occupied identical spaces, yet they would be wholly unknown to the other. Made reflections of someone still learned. It made him want to clean his apartment, frankly.

It put things into perspective about his powers, too. One time his spidey sense went off and he told you to step back, only for a bird poo to land exactly where your head would have been. As a jest you’d called him your hero, but the jolt that sent through his heart was anything but funny. Fuel, that’s what it was. Motivation to be the man, the myth, the legend, even in the smallest way.

~

The sense rang through his body, slid down his spine, mere seconds before the cry for help. Yunho would have recognized that voice anywhere.

As he launched a web out and swung closer to the sound, his heart pounded. It had never been anyone he knew before. It wasn’t supposed to be someone he knew. But it was you. Sailing between buildings, he stuck to the top of the nearest one, gazing down at the man before you and narrowing his eyes at his wild gestures. Without warning, though, he was grabbing you, pinning you to the wall and reaching a hand-

Thwip! A hand that was pinned to his side before it could even reach a weapon, touch you again. Swinging out from his viewpoint corner, Yunho slammed into the creep with his feet, kicking him off of you. In retaliation, he landed a punch with his good hand.

“What is this,” Yunho lowered his voice lest you recognize it as your neighbor’s, “‘I can take you with one hand tied behind my back’?”

Before the man could reply Yunho tied him down again, not wanting to stoop any closer to his level of brutality.

“I think I’ll have a word with the police on you. Heard they were investigating a bunch of abductions. It’s about time they got some practice in.”

Footsteps rang out as you ran to his side. “Spiderman! Thank you! I had no idea if anyone would hear me, but I should have known!”

“Hear you? I could feel you,” he replied, “well, er, that is, I… I have this, you know, danger sense and I-”

“Hey, it’s ok. I get it,” you said, wrapping your arms around him in a quick side hug, “I know you’re nothing like that guy. Your partner’s lucky to have a guy like you.”

“Well,” Yunho’s voice lowered even more as your eyes peered into his masked ones, as if you could see him, “I don’t actually have one. No one’s really into, uh, yeah.”

“Well, then, can I do this?” With two fingers, you motioned near the edge of his mask, sliding up its corner.

Yunho inhaled, eyes widening beneath their white affects. “Sure.”

Your fingers felt cool when they brushed the edges of his skin, staying true to their word as they peeled up the tiniest section of his mask. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. It took everything in Yunho not to giggle then and there.

“Thank you again,” you breathed as you leaned back.

“No problem,” Yunho replied, “need a walk back home?”

You put a hand on your hip. “Since when does Spiderman walk?”

Chuckling, he shrugged. “Thought offering a swing might scare you.”

You smiled. “I’d be down.”

“Alright, then, hold on tight and name the address.”

Yeosang

It was just another day on the streets of Seoul. The day's bustle had taken its toll on the sidewalk, crowding the strip with bodies and voices. All Yeosang wanted was to get out of there. No sooner had that thought occurred, though, was he reflexively granted that wish: one of the multitudinous passersby careened sideways into him, and in his startlement he’d disappeared entirely.

Cursing internally, he searched for witnesses, sighing with relief at the simple alley he’d unthinkingly sent himself to. Premature relief, for as he turned to leave said alley, there you were standing as if frozen in a bend over a trash can, eyes wide as saucers. He felt his own eyes reflexively widen, resisting every impulse to disappear again and leave you just wondering if you’d gone crazy, never to see him again in a city that large.

A smile spread across your face. “That was awesome! Dude, you just teleported!”

“No, I didn’t,” he deadpanned, taking a few steps toward the alley opening.

“Ok, gaslighter.”

Yeosang stopped dead in his tracks, turned to fix an eye upon you again, sighed. “You understand what a big secret you just witnessed?”

Straightening, you shot him a finger gun. “So you did teleport?”

“Yes, I did. I know how this works,” Yeosang answered, “what will it take for you to keep quiet?”

“Are you a superhero?” You asked, skipping over a scattering of alley trash to move to his side.

“I-” Yeosang sighed. Most days he felt more cursed than heroic. Burdened with secrecy and threats to all who stood for differences, deviations of any kind. But a mutation like his? Inherently greater safety than most challengers to Seoul folk. Dodging the proverbial bullet. He’d managed to teleport a woman who jumped off a building and have a conversation with her. Weeks later. She saw him again, said she considered him her hero. Humbling to say the least. After the long pause, he swallowed. “I try.”

“That’s so cool! What you need is a sidekick.”

“I’m not exactly spiderman,” he replied sheepishly.

Your eyes darted briefly away, then back to his. “Home base?”

“I mean, I live somewhere already, but-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, waving a hand, “I mean like a secret hideout where you can conduct your operations and keep your research with your…administrative assistant.”

“Ok,” Yeosang chuckled, “that’s a pretty clever workaround for ‘sidekick’. But you have to realize people like me aren’t exactly caped crusaders. It’s not an organized thing, I don’t have a danger sense, I just…help where I can.”

At that, you nodded, eager expression finally sobering a bit. “I know. I had a friend whose family attacked him over his powers. He barely made it out of there. I don’t even know where he is now. I guess I just want a better face for you guys. Maybe I just want to make a hero.”

Oh. Yeosang was not expecting that. His eyes widened, softened, blinked. “It’s a nice thought, but maybe let’s start small.” A part of him couldn’t believe he was even implying an agreement, but he’d been alone for so long. Alone wanting to believe someday the world would change.

“Like some cameras? A red-string sort of situation on local crime? Bullet dodge training?”

“I, uh, I think I’ve got the last one covered,” Yeosang replied, putting his hands in his pockets and finally shuffling toward the alley horizon, squinting as he crossed the sun’s threshold.

“You’ve been in a shootout?” You gasped, following him with a hand out over your wide eyes.

“Shh,” he hushed you, glancing back and forth at the thankfully empty street, “I told you! I try to help where I can. Even if it means making myself a target. I’m much harder to hit than the usual robbery victim.”

“This is so cool. What’s your name, by the way?”

“Yeosang.”

You gave him your name, glanced back at him from the peripheries of his vision. “They ever give you a nickname?”

“They usually just say I’m like trying to hit a ghost.”

“Ghost,” you murmured, “that could work.”

“Maybe it could,” Yeosang murmured back, smiling faintly into your wide grin, “maybe.”

San

Most of the other workers thought you were too young. You looked more the age of the test subjects, they said, despite you denying any presence of the mutagens. All you wanted was to understand them, just like anybody else. After all, harnessing the genetic component that allowed adaptation that fast had both amazing and terrifying implications for humanity. Implications not lost on the subjects themselves. It was for that reason that you were assigned to the one dubbed safest for beginners.

He was a young man about your age, a man with well-sculpted features and a contagious smile-on the rare occasion you got to see it. It wasn’t a happy life, after all, in a laboratory quarters, even if they did “simulate comfort”. It was a lie and everyone knew it- those were no apartments. They were cells. It was no way to live, and there you were working there and contributing to it.

Well, sort of. “Ok, I know they say no pins in the walls, but I keep hearing how the guy who likes to give himself bear claws has practically scratched the entire things off his room, so seems a bit hypocritical. I got your old Day6 poster,” you told your subject, holding up a few pushpins in one hand and his poster in the other.

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble?” San asked, grin emphasizing his charming dimples.

“If they fire me, they lose the latest honors geneticist, so I don’t think they want to risk it over a poster.”

“Good point,” he conceded, accepting your gift and crossing the room to pin it on the wall nearest his bed one corner at a time.

His motions were careful, calculated- far less erratic than many of the other subjects’. Subjects. You kept using that word. Dehumanizing. Was that the end goal?

“Alright, what do you think?”

San’s voice cut through your thoughts, directing your attention to the band now displayed upon his wall. One small addition and the room had that much more personality. That much more San.

You smiled. “I like it.”

He nodded toward all the guys in the picture. “Who’s your favorite?”

“I dunno,” you mused, pointing, “that one’s pretty handsome.”

“Young K? Oh, everyone tells me I look like him,” San grins.

“No, they don’t!” You tease. “You would’ve just said that about anyone I called handsome!”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “gotta have some fun before my daily blood sample, huh?”

Smiling sadly, you just nodded, stepping back to take up your syringe tray from where you’d set it on his bookshelf.

~

Shrill warnings echoed throughout every corner of the alternately dimming and brightening laboratory, lights flashing their own alarm as your feet struck the smooth, institutional stained concrete. There’d been a containment breach, an immediate interruption to your protein synthesis as battle stations rang.

Restrain. That was the order. As if you could do anything against a guy with bear claws or venomous barbs or someone with the agility of a cheetah. That was why your company wanted the source so badly- super soldiers and all that. Always soldiers. Never curing wounds. Never jellyfish immortality. None of the subjects had thought of that one, either, as far as you knew, but then you’d yet to witness anyone using the mutagen’s power.

What could you do? There was a taser in your pocket, a small standard-issue you’d received in case of this very unlikely scenario. Restrain was about the only chance you had, but the thought of running into the breach barely crossed your mind amidst the chaos of scrambling compatriots and banging doors as the mass escape began.

All you could think of was reaching Quarters 314. San’s room. It was insane, it was stupid, it was the absolute irrevocable death of your career there- but then again, so would all the subjects escaping be.

If a bunch of the most powerful mutants you housed were escaping already, you wanted San to have freedom. Every cent you had, you’d bet that he could walk back out onto the streets and never hurt a single soul. That’s why they gave him to you in the first place- he was complacent. Kind.

304. The moment the door entered the haze of your vision, you slammed your key card on the lock sensor pad and tumbled in.

San was hunched near the doorway. “What’s going on, did someone get hurt?”

“They’re escaping. All the strongest ones,” pausing for a heartbeat, you reconsidered your words, thought about how every man and woman in the building had the same skills, “well, all the fighters. Come on.”

His eyes, shining as ever, widened. “Are we evacuating?”

“No,” you shook your head, grabbing his hand, “you’re leaving.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This might be your one chance to get back out there and live. I’ve been coming in here every day for weeks. You don’t deserve to live in a cell. As badly as I wanna know how you work, this isn’t a life for anyone. Do you want out?” You asked, tone firm despite your frantic heart, searching his eyes.

San nodded. “Ok. Thank you. I can get us out.”

You frowned. “Us?”

“If this is all on the cameras you stick everywhere, they won’t be your biggest fans anymore.”

“Good point. Are you going to…” You trailed off, unsure how to broach the subject.

He hummed in response, those soft eyes you’d seen every day hardening like never before and that sharp jaw setting. He squared…braced himself.

“You don’t like doing it, do you?” The question came out of your mouth before it had fully entered your brain, but to your relief he didn’t look annoyed.

“Depends on what it is. You haven’t seen it, have you?”

You shook your head.

“Well, sorry this is your first time,” San said, and with that, his shoulders squared again, his head falling as if struck down.

Subconsciously, you reached out hands at his pained expression, but what could you do? It was all inside him.

At least at first. Soon, the slick fabric of his moisture-wicking regulation top was splitting, bursts of blood spraying as new bone and tissue arose, tendrils that solidified into sharp flesh-toned blades before bursting into feathers. Tears fell from San’s eyes as he shakily rose back to his feet. He’d just grown wings.

And as if all that blood and tissue and the sheer amount of development occurring over mere seconds was little more than a strenuous workout, he wiped his brow with his left hand and extended his right.

“Alright, let’s get out of here.”

Mingi

Sometimes he wondered why he was chosen.

What it was about him that another race from a different planet would think he had what it took to bear and protect one of their greatest treasures? He’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe the right place. The demand had been simple- keep it safe until others arrive for it.

The crash had happened when he was home, a sound so deafening it was like the world was ending. Shaking as he was, Mingi had run outside into the rush of the night wind, out along the smoke trail in the woods to see if whatever catastrophe had had survivors, if victims. And survivors there were- ones a bit odd-looking. Almost human save for the violet hue of their skin, the pointed tips of their ears, the vertical slits of eyelids revealed when the woman’s visor fell from across her eyes. Their skin felt different, too, as Mingi pulled them from beneath crushed metal and fire, firm and with smoothness gently interrupted by texture he could only describe as like small scales.

They didn’t look happy with him, but still accepted his help stumbling between trees and back into his home. They understood bandages, accepted beds. Swore Mingi to secrecy even as they thanked him days later. Be it technology or some uncanny occasion, they could speak to him. They could understand.

The mission they’d set out on was one of guardianship; the relic, something of myth, needed new housing and a new bearer.

“The one worthy will be selected,” the man told him in his deep, faintly accented hiss of a voice.

It was an imposition, sure. But how often did aliens land near one’s property guarding a weapon of legend? Mingi’s whole week had felt like a dream, and until he woke up the least he could do was deepen its lucidity.

“Can I see it?” He asked, peering up earnestly into their snakelike eyes from above the intricately carven and paneled box of steel with the most incredible iridescent shine he’d ever seen. Its contents had to be even more beautiful, right?

They watched, glanced down at the way his hands hovered reverently, stared back into his eyes.

“You are not of deceitful mind,” the woman replied.

“It is not out of depth that he welcomed strangers into his home,” the man shot back.

“No, it was out of kindness,” the woman insisted, waving a hand over the box, “as a reward, you may look upon the Heart of Steel.”

Gingerly, she traced some of the lines that Mingi had barely noticed with the tips of her long fingers, reaching beneath the bottom and holding her hands there until the top of the box simply floated a foot or two above the remainder, held by some microcosm gravity that drew a breath of awe from Mingi. Reflexively his fingers stretched toward the contents of the box, a smooth metal teardrop shape crafted from that same resplendent material.

Heat radiated from its small surface the moment he moved closer, sending him drawing back, but like a magnet it shot after him and into his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said, glancing at both of the beings who still hadn’t offered him names, “I swear I’m not doing this!”

“No,” the woman shook her head, snake-eyes wide, “you are being chosen.”

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“And you expect me to believe this why?” You asked him, brow arched.

“Because,” Mingi put up his hands in defense, eyes scanning your form, “I didn’t even want to touch it! Why would I steal this thing I know nothing about?”

“Delskvlln was right. Not a deep thinker,” you commented.

“See? I know him! They ended up telling me their names! His wife was…er…Syssmerlyss? I am so sorry if I’m not pronouncing it correctly.”

“Well, the accent needs work, but I suppose Syssmerlyss was right- you have a certain kindness about you.” You took two steps closer to him, half-tapping, half-pushing him on the shoulder twice in a gesture that probably didn’t fully translate. “Come on, then, we have training to do.”

“Well,” he scratched at the back of his neck sheepishly, “sometimes the suit doesn't cooperate, but I think I’m starting to get pretty good with the gravity swords.”

“It gave you the swords?”

“Heh, uh…yeah?”

Wooyoung

It was hard sometimes, using such abilities for good. Had he so chosen, Jung Wooyoung could have become a world leader, a dictator even. But that thought terrified him. The pressure sounded unbearable. No fun, either, not that former friends hadn’t tried to convince him countless times to use his gifts for that, too. He preferred the traditional methods of seduction, were he to desire employing any at all.

Accessing minds was Wooyoung’s least favorite skill, in fact. Seeing and hearing thoughts was crushing, uncomfortable, an unfair dominance. Bouncing twice as high as a person should be able to with a force field, though? Making things levitate out of people’s hands? Bee’s knees.

He'd been a rogue in the city, just a wanderer who did what he could to help others when he wasn’t working. Flinging the gun out of an armed robber’s hand, blocking bullets with force fields, even fighting back when he had to.

They just didn’t learn. He couldn’t help scoffing a bit and teasing them when they fired at him.

“Now, gentleman, isn’t this a bit insulting?” He’d ask, casually flipping a hand as the bullets ricocheted and buried themselves harmlessly into walls. “And besides, I don’t want to hurt you. I just think this doesn’t belong to you.”

Cue him summoning the stolen money or goods right from their indignant hands and, eventually, back to the rightful owner. After convincing them all to stand still with their hands in the air, of course.

There had just begun whispers of his presence, trepidation at the prospect of an illegal smuggle or a robbery for the first time, a name for him emerging when he faced the first true opposition.

“So, you’re the Vigilante everyone’s talking about, are you?”

“Is that what they call me?” Wooyoung shot back.

“Guess you aren’t in it for the fame,” you snickered, stepping further from the shadows of the doorway, a tube-shaped device Wooyoung didn’t recognize in your hand.

“What do you want with me?” He asked, glancing at it and crossing his arms.

“Ideally, you to get out of the way,” you replied, flicking something on the device and sending it unfolding with large cracks, climbing up your forearm like a mechanical caterpillar and glowing at the tip once your hand was completely enveloped.

“Out of the way of wh-” He didn’t have time to complete his sentence before a bolt of energy arced his way, his instincts barely kicking in in time for him to launch away from it.

Putting up a force field, he stood his ground, staring at you with new interest. “You’re part of the weapons racket, aren’t you?”

“A plus, genius,” you replied, smug satisfaction glinting in your eyes, “the city isn’t going to need you much longer.”

“You’re right,” he said, “because I’m about to kick your ass.”

Another bolt of purple energy came at him, shattering the faint glow of his field. Wooyoung’s jaw dropped, but he quickly righted it as he moved closer. It felt like his whole body clenched as his energy focused on peeling the device off. You winced in pain and jumped back as the gun fired an erratic shot that rained chunks of ceiling down behind Wooyoung’s back, sending a little lightning strike of guilt across his heart, but he kept at it, sending each piece yanked off to your side to fortify the restraints he was making. You struggled, panting and tugging as he worked, kicking aside his work and scrambling toward a panel on the wall. With each button you pressed, Wooyoung slid your feet out from under you, but in the end he heard the dreaded activation beep. The look you turned and shot him was a mix of defiance and resignation that shook him to his core and froze him to the spot. He didn’t even stop you as you ran away, just slid the nearest couple pieces of your contraption towards himself, grabbed them, and made his own flight out before the place blew.

Shielding himself from the heat and sound, he knelt and examined the scraps. Luck was on his side, it seemed; he’d gotten the chunk bearing manufacturer and serial number info. For the first time in his life, Wooyoung wasn’t going to just deflect and run- he was going to chase you down.

Jongho

It was cloudy. It was almost always cloudy. Not exactly ideal conditions for your lot, but what were you going to do? Couldn't exactly bottle sunshine, as they said.

Not that they weren't probably trying. Scientists had gone positively psycho in your city, the hottest trend being harnessing the elements. Success rate? You, at least. It wasn't supposed to be you. Maybe not anyone, for that matter, but the spores ended up in your body regardless. You'd heard that they were supposed to be used or they'd take over, but the call to do so was strong regardless.

Trees planted on the sidewalk suddenly bloomed and flourished. Green sprouted in odd hosts within the concrete jungle. Flowers out of sidewalks and the like. Anything to combat what the rest of humanity was doing, right?

That was all it had been until someone saw you. An older man, betrayingly grandfatherly, began a mild conversation that quickly deepened, progressed to him requesting your help in an investigation on the very place that exposed you to their research.

"Why me? I barely spent any time there. I wasn't the test subject, it was an accident!" Never had you realized you were afraid to return until it was asked of you. The infection was hell until it stuck, pain all over your body like you'd never known, violent reactions as your body writhed and tried again and again to reject the foreign invasion.

Then poof, there you were as the city's chlorophyll ninja.

"Because you have been inside. You've visited once, why not again? They'll never suspect a thing, and if they do, you're armed with something much greater than what I got."

"Oh," you raised a brow, "so this is personal?"

"It's beyond that," the main replied quickly, gaze darting from yours, "but yes. I'm getting older. This sort of mission is getting more difficult. But more than anything they would recognize me in a heartbeat, and I didn't exactly quit on good terms."

"I'm not in this fight. I didn't ask for any of this," you repeated, "and now you want me to go in there blind and alone? Maybe I don't want to be your recon pawn."

The old man waved a hand, the one that wasn't gloved. "You wouldn't be alone, poor dear. You think you're the only escaped lab rat? I used to think I was." Grabbing the hem of his pant leg, he pulled it up to reveal a very elaborate cybernetic prosthesis. "Both are different. But no, I've kept tabs on the place for a long time. Found another much like you."

With that, he motioned to the doorway with his free hand. Guess you could figure out why the other was covered. As your gaze traced the man's one organic limb, your eyes fell to the doorway, where a young man about your age stepped out.

His appearance was pretty innocuous. His hair was short and dark, his expression stony but his features kind. His broad shoulders were draped with a long coat that swayed near the base of his boots, and beneath that he wore a dark turtleneck and jeans.

"How do you do, Neo?" You quipped as your eyes scanned his form.

To your great surprise, that 'mission go' look on his face melted rapidly into a wide grin, a chuckle. Guy had a nice smile.

"It's Jongho. That was good, though." He nodded down toward you. "Was the green intentional?"

You yourself glanced down at your outfit, and you'd be darned. You were wearing green. Apparently this Jongho fellow knew more about you than you did of him. You were surprised he didn't comment on the potted plant necklace you'd gotten from Etsy- the one you'd nicknamed 'ammo'.

"No, but I guess fate has a sense of humor. Do you have beef with FTR Labs too?"

Jongho nodded. "They have my brother."

At that, your heart dropped. Just by the man's tone of voice you could tell he was trying to be brave, but he didn't want to go back to FTR any more than you did. Want, no. Need? Yes. Maybe the old man was right- maybe they were taking their experiments too far. You hadn't even seen what they'd done to Jongho yet. If it had been a fight for his body, too, let alone his brother's.

"Alright," you nodded, shoving your hands in your pockets, "I'll go with you. Do you have a plan?"

"Of course. My main goal is to disrupt their comms first."

"Classic. How do you propose we do that?"

"I figured a little lightning would do the trick."

"Excuse me?"

Wordlessly, Jongho stared at you, his eyes almost glazing over as gusts of wind rolled through the room and clouds drifted over his head, spattering his black-clad shoulders with tiny droplets of rain. Electricity arced between two of the clouds, light flashing like tiny, branched white roots as it traveled down his cheek, through his arm and into his hand as if illuminating his very veins. Harnessing the elements.

Nothing could have stopped your jaw from dropping, but as you righted yourself, you couldn't help smiling with a strange rush of anticipation. "Hey, if you're the one that's been keeping it so cloudy these days, can you at least rain a little on my friends?" And with that, you let ammo grow out, engulfing your upper body with the comforting hug of leafy vines.

"Kids," the old man shook his head, "always showing off."

[moxnshxne]

Did you check the time?

It is November the 14th and the most cozy time of the year. We cuddle daily on the couch with our fluffy blanket with either a mug of hot tea or hot chocolate and watch a few series or movies arm in arm. It is not the first time i get to enjoy my two favorite seasons with you, indeednit is the second time. And I realized with that it means soon, soon we really are boyfriend and boyfriend for a year. Not only that anymore. It is exactly one month today that we are engaged. And that I don't know if you know how happy it makes me to say I'm your fiance.

Being your fiance is one thing I have dreamed about, wished for. Being your husband ond day is the next I wish for and then I am honestly the happiest on earth, if not I already am. I planned for this to be a small message but I can't help to pour my heart out to you.

Since more than a year, when taking me im dates, when holding my hand wordlessly, showing me beautiful places but most importantly showing me the most beautiful human on earth which is you. You showed me such a soft and gentle human being, being hurted deep down inside but healing slowly just by seemingly being around me. I can't thank you enough that you let me be in your life, slowly let me into your heart and shine brightly. And I can't be more thankful for being the one human being that is allowed to cheer you up, make you laugh, open up and heal you. But...You have entered my heart so quickly, cheered me up and healed me as well. I have despite all, never met someone this beautiful from soul, personality and body. Meeting you, I need to be honest made me pray to the gods up there to please be able to have you by my side for longer. And the longer I now am able to be by your side to be your partner, the more I know this might be forever. And forever in the past sounded like a real long time but with you forever can't be long enough. I want to be by your side when you're happy, when you're sad, when you're sick, when you're angry and I want to hug you at all times of your life. Of our life. Of our life together.

Yunseon, I am glad to this day that you slowly opened up to me and that I was able to see the most beautiful, the most handsome smile that I think I have never seen before on anyone else and when you say, I'm the reason of this smile you make me the happiest on earth and smile the brightest. You've become my best friend, my boyfriend, my bodypillow, my fiance and...you became my family. Because of you I believe in true love again but only with you.

I love you dearly, deeply and more every day.

One more month before it is indeed one year as your partner. And today exactly one month since we are engaged.

I love you.

Your 🐿❤️

There are no better time than Fall to realize how close we are to the end of the year, how fast the last months have passed.

It is a good time to remember some moments of the past, to reminiscense about the good, and bad, times. It is indeed almost a year now that we are together. Sometimes, we both still chuckle when remembering how everything started, how that supposedly short moment turned into a solide forever. Now, even more than before, we can spend our days together as a happy couple, on the couch while snuggling to each other with your special hot choco mix in hands, in the kitchen while cooking dinner together, in bed while sleeping under the blankets we chose during a date. We had already done so many things in the past almost year, yet it will be only a fraction of the eternity we plan to spend together. Because there is no way I will ever wish for anything else other than that. I asked about your life goal, and you replied to me with such a beautiful smile that it was being a husband and make me happy. Let me tell you the same my love. I wish to preserve your beautiful smile, to wipe your happy or sad tears, to hug all your worries away. I want to be a husband who would make you the happiest, whom you can rely on and confide to on anything you will wish for. I want to keep cherising those weekends when we wake up and our only goal for the day is to snuggle together, have each other as close as possible and forget about the world that surronds us. I can't thank you enough for being the one by my side, for being the person I want to have thousands of adventures with, to slow dance in our penthouse with, to make breakfast to bed for, to kiss every time my heart would tell me to do so.

You were so easy to fall in love with, because you have a golden heart and the purest soul. You never needed to do anything to make me fall in love with you. Your presence and happiness alone brings me joy, and I know I wouldn't be the person I am today if it wasn't for you, for all those days we already walked hand in hand, for all the future days waiting for us. You are my happy medecine, you are my safe place, you are my home. Your presence is the safe haven that my mind needs when it gets too dark or loud. And I'm overjoyed knowing that you feel the same when being with me...

I had already made up my mind a long time ago, that I will make you mine. I want you and only you, because you are the perfect being that my body, heart and soul need. There are no more future where I walk alone, my life has been set to spend it with you, and no matter if there will be obstacles on our path, I know we will be able to face them together. I feel stronger and braver when I know you are always by my side. Your warm personality never bends in front of the countless storms trying to hide your rays, and this brings me the strength to fight on. Even if I'm telling you a billion times that I love you never feels like enough, those three little words never seem to fully convey the depth of my feelings for you. I love you wholly, I love each and every part of you, no matter if you ever thought that it would be unloveable.

Thank you for loving me, thank you for making me feel loved and showing me that I deserve that love. For that endless love you present me, for the constant support and cheering. For being the light in my life, the sunshine which cleanses my mind.

In the healthiest way it's possible, I'm addicted to you. I will repeat it over and over again.

I love you. My love, my fiancé, my prince, my forever. @uarmyhopx

Your  ⋆

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Hey! What about 23.. in relief with Hangster and Reader? Idk if that's something your willing to do so feel free to say no ❤️🖤

Hi Alayna! This is my first time writing a pseudo-threesome and I hope you love it! Here is Kiss #23 in relief with Hangster and Reader! 🥰😘🥰😘🥰😘

Two May Be Perfect (To Kiss)

You’ve been stuck, stuck between a rock and a hard place, between Scylla and Charybdis, honestly it doesn’t matter what you’re stuck between, you’re just stuck. It still surprises you, sometimes, to think that two men would be so enthralled by you that they'd fight for your attention. Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw have both been extraordinarily tenacious in jousting for your attention. You like both men, honestly you do. But you can't figure out which man you like more.

Bradley never fails to make you smile and you feel like you could talk to him about anything and everything. Jake - Jake is different. You have fun with him, every moment you spend with him is genuinely unabashedly fun. He's an adventurous soul who brings out the adventurer in you. How could you choose?

But before you could choose, both of them are called onto a special mission, a mission which has your heart aflutter and worry shrouding your mind. Six months later, you're no closer to a decision than you were when they left. It's a fantastic time to be having this particular revelation, standing at the docks in a sundress the color of Jake's eyes, covered in the hibiscus flowers Bradley prefers on his shirts.

Who do you go to first? Jake? Or Bradley? Who do you kiss first? Who do you hold first? Who do you speak to first? Who do you tell first that you worried about them? Jake? Or Bradley? Bradley? Or Jake? Your mind is running around in circles and just as you're about to turn tail and head home, twin calls of your name rend the air.

Their smiles make your knees weak and before you can think, you're running into their arms. Twin bands of steel curl around your form and twin kisses press against your head with each stuttering breath you take.

"Hullo, darling," It's Jake calling you that, you know it as well as you can feel the chest you're resting against.

"Hi, sweetheart." Bradley's voice is just as welcoming as Jake releases you and you curl into his arms.

"I'm so happy you are both home. I'm so happy you're both safe." Your voice is tremulous and too soft.

"If you're happy we're safe, sweetheart, then how come you haven't greeted us properly?" You can't hide your incredulous smile or the shocked look you share with Jake, who looks deliciously broad in his khakis.

But dutifully, hesitatingly, you step forward, curling your hands around the base of his neck and pressing your lips to Bradley's. Where the kiss begins gentle and sweet it slowly grows in passion and heat. You pour your relief into the kiss, your heart into the kiss. When Bradley releases you from his solid, firm, warm grasp, you spin shakily to launch yourself at Jake. He's smirking as you kiss him too, each brush of his lips and plundering swipe of his tongue sending you spiraling.

It feels like both forever and not long enough when he pulls away.

"Darling. Darling, c'mon. Take us home, beautiful. Let us show you how much we missed you?" It's with a huge smile on your face that you lead them to your car. Maybe you don't have to choose at all?

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[xspilltheteapleasex]

Life Is In The Souls of Birds

A Poem by xspilltheteapleasex

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My Poetry & Art Masterlist

A day as ordinary as any other can be full of beautiful and curious little things,

Moments that bring joy and peace like this one can be remembered for a lifetime,

But it only takes a second for things to change and fade away, no matter how hard you cling,

Everything will have its chance at life and its chance to pass at the right time.

Anyone can do anything, and anyone can take away the chance for something,

Maybe the chance at blossoming into a beautiful flower or the chance for dedication to commit,

Taking away a moment of joy and peace leading to destroying the beauty of life like a bombing,

So I think it would be best, yes, very much so,

It would be best if you put that back where you found it.

A little birdie with its black feathers sleek and smooth,

Glistening under the sun with little sparkles every time it turns his head,

The knight in shining armor adorning a vibrant red splotch with meaning of sleuth,

Jumping along the many tree branches of his mighty kingdom bred.

Birdies that twitter and flutter about with a song in their mouths,

All of this can be taking away if you steal their wings and souls,

No care in the world, they didn't ask for this, can you at least put them in the ground,

You shouldn’t be in charge of what jewels your body, for only God is at the controls.

Those many tree branches belong to a fortress of solitude,

A tree who upholds the very breath of every living thing we call life,

Weaving roots throughout the earth that no one can allude,

Whom some call home, a place to escape the fear of strife.

Billions upon billions of fortresses are destroyed each year,

No one gives another thought to saving their much needed lives,

Am I the only one seeing how our situation is this horrific and severe,

Can we not just follow the will our God gave us to abide?

Geese fly overhead of all the forest and under the misty clouds,

Loud as can be to announce their grateful presence,

They never break formation and they never stop making sound,

One day they will leave again, but I know they will once again show their luminescence.

Pillows are what I use to lower my head and have magnificent dreams of love,

Cushioning cotton or memory foam will do just fine for me to close my eyes,

So why do we need the best pillow that leave geese in cold blood,

God made these noble creatures for our kind to take care of with our hearts.

The wondrous lake is where the geese lay the wings and take a rest,

Making ever so little creases in this body of water and leaving behind traces of beautiful down,

Basking in the vigorous fountain of never ending droplets which it has expressed,

Our beautiful lake is my queen with a solid rim atop her head as a glorious crown.

Water is the something that every living thing needs in his temple of a body,

It provides an oasis for creatures and plants alike,

Yet we still feel the need to dump our garbage into the sea and turn it snotty,

Polluting the quality, which makes for a great realization of your throat being hit with a spike.

A rim holds place for little children to rest their little feet and have some fun and play,

Pitter-patter on the rim of rocks holding the foundation for centuries,

Just an excuse needed only for me to gaze upon such beauty of life, whom am I to say,

Rocks can be eroded with time, but etched forever are our wonderful memories.

Smoke and ashes rise above our children heads and strikes fear into their eyes,

Take care of your children and hold them tight as can be,

Your neighbor just started a fire that grows and grows as implied,

It started from his mouth but spread into the size of the northern sea.

My gaze is interrupted by an alarming siren warning of swiftness,

Quick must the siren's owner reach the fearful destination,

Praying with my hand and in my heart, with hope this lifts us,

God, oh please, please God, please help those of your own creation.

Taking the wings and soul of a little birdie is taking a life,

Chopping billions of trees is destroying the earth's fortress,

Starting fires in your mouths and littering them to the ground is the same as a thousand knives,

Can't you just stop for once, leave it, and support us?

Anyone can do anything, and anyone can take away the chance for something,

Maybe the chance at blossoming into a beautiful flower or the chance for dedication to commit,

Taking away a moment of joy and peace leading to destroying the beauty of life like a bombing,

So I think it would be best, yes, very much so,

It would be best if you put that back where you found it.

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[tonberry-yoda]

hello hello! i hope its alright i throw my hat in the ring for you Valentine's Day Event! ' v ' | Name: Kiki (she/her) | Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual | Fandom: HxH (Romantic!) | Qualities: motor mouth, anthropologist, self critical, witty, overthinker, altruistic, petty, easily flustered, expressive, idealistic, compassionate as i can be before "helping others" turns into "taking shit," classic joker, jumpy and sensitive. (1/2)

(2/2) i've always been attracted to confident people with a strong independent streak! (i don't want to feel like someone's mother AHAHA!) they can't be a blockhead, however, and have to have solid critical thinking skills as i don't tolerate (unintentional) idiocy too well. my love language is quality time, touch, and words of affirmation. <3 however, i display my own love normally through touch or acts of service. i hope that's enough for you to work with! thank you very much!! <3 (2/2)

notes: Hi there!! I am so sorry that this is late, but thank you so much for your patience!!! I have been super busy and unmotivated, but here I am and I am happy to be back!!! I hope you enjoy your matchup and thank you for sending one in!!! <333

the character I match you up with is...

KITE!!

thinks you're very very smart

the two of you actually have a lot in common from what it seems, so i thought it would be perfect!

this man definitely doesn't help that easily flustered part of you

and he wont even notice what he's doing either

he'll like tuck your hair behind your ear and you'll just be COMEPLETLY flustered and red faced and he'll just play it off like he did nothing omg

he loves that you dont take shit from people and admires that you're still super compassionate

that's what made him fall for you tbh

he has been independent pretty much his whole life, so you never have to worry about having to be this guy's mother

he is the perfect critical thinking man and will always be that smart guy you fell for

you two spend time together all the time whether it be camping or even just sitting in your backyard holding hands

he will never stop saying out loud how smart and amazing he thinks you are and will always be helping out (his love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service)

and the fact that the love you show is his love languages makes him literally so in love dear lord

you just have the literal perfect man who loves you will all of his heart and soul <333

your fic :)

Kite smiled at you and placed his hand in yours and smiled at you. You blushed a little and squeezed his hand back. Both of your eyes went back to the stars and you laid on the soft, cold grass in your backyard. "y/n," Kite said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you." You scooted closer to him and laid your head on his chest. "I love you too." "Do you want to do anything tomorrow?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. "We could just stay like this forever," you purred, placing a kiss onto his jaw. "I would like that." He giggled softly. Maybe falling asleep outside wasn't the best thing to do, but you didn't mind seeing as you two were both smiling in your sleep.

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[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor- Extra (Smallville)

A part of you thought that the remainder of your senior year would be nothing but drama and chaos. After your not so friendly encounter with a crazy chick bent on being with Lex, life had actually taken a turn for the better. Lex was true to his word. He hadn’t told a soul of your abilities.

He’d even started gathering books about the medical condition. As you learned, this was a common result of people who experienced trauma. Your case was just more severe due to the amplifying effects of the meteor rocks. You sort of dedicated your life to such conditions like your own. It gave you a solid idea of what you wanted to achieve in the future.

“You’re going into medicine?”

Sitting in the cafe, you flipped through your text with a nod.

“I need to understand everything about what I’m capable of. This is the best way to do that. Thanks again for the books.” They were stacked at the side as you continued to breeze through one and Lex smiled. Putting his cheek in his palm as he watched you.

“There’s an internship in New York. If you want I can put in a good word for you.”

Interest sparked in your eyes, but your shoulders dropped after a few seconds.

“No I..if I do get in. I want to get there myself. I appreciate the offer though.” He nods.

“I understand. I’ll send you the information and you can apply after graduation.”

“Graduation..”

It was weird, it felt a bit surreal. Some part of your teenage brain thought you’d be there forever.

“Not getting cold feet are you?” He jokes. You finally place the book down, looking up at him. You had every intention to pursue your future outside of Smallville. But now it dawns on you. You wouldn’t be around your parents or friends as much depending on the route you decided to take. You wouldn’t see Lex for a while either.

“I just realized that we might not be able to have these meetings as often once I get into my dream college." You let out a soft laugh, and Lex straightens.

“Is it possible that you’ll miss me?”

He’s teasing again, and you huff.

“Jerk! Forget I said anything.” You grumble. You lift the hardcover book, blocking his face from your view, and Lex merely chuckles.

He reaches out, placing his palm over your own.

“I’ll miss you too. I know college is going to take your complete focus. But that doesn’t mean we won’t ever see each other. Whenever you need someone to talk to you, just give me a call.”

He squeezed your hand softly, and your heart gave a little flutter. You lower the book, cheeks a bit flushed.

“Don’t get kidnapped while I’m gone.”

Lex laughs. “I’ll do my best not to tempt any more unstable females. Promise.”

He’s still holding onto your hand. A part of you doesn’t want to let go. Because you aren’t certain how many more moments like this you’ll have with him.

“I’m really glad that I met you, Lex Luthor. Even under our circumstances.”

His smile gives you that familiar warmth.

“I feel the same way. "

Nothing was going to be the same as it was.

Change wasn’t always a bad thing.

[orszemgyorgy]

Embracing the Cusp of Beauty: A Journey of Faith and Miracles

I find solace in the belief that I stand forever on the verge of something profoundly beautiful. There's a serene assurance that life's intricate threads are weaving together a masterpiece, orchestrated by a higher force. The symphony of existence plays out in its own rhythm, and I take comfort in knowing that every note will harmonize perfectly in due time.

Throughout my journey, I've worn the mantle of a dreamer, with my thoughts often ascending into the clouds, where possibilities bloom without restraint. Skeptics may beckon me to descend into the realm of their reality, yet I remain steadfast in my conviction that the miraculous is attainable, even for souls like mine. The universe, a benevolent ally, whispers secrets of cosmic alignment, assuring me that every circumstance has purpose, and every challenge holds a lesson.

They speak of a yearning for solid ground, for a place to belong—a sentiment I share. But deep within, I sense that this season of being betwixt and between has significance. It is a chrysalis stage, where transformation occurs silently, hidden from the eye but felt in the heart. This sense of incompleteness, of not yet being whole, is merely a prelude to the grand unveiling of the self I am destined to become.

With every sunrise, the promise of adventure flutters like a butterfly's wing, a whisper that my purpose is drawing near, waiting for me to embrace it with open arms. Guided by an unwavering faith, I am assured that all the years of yearning, all the moments of hope, and all the whispered prayers will not dissolve into nothingness. They are the luminous stars guiding my ship through the night, leading me towards the shores of my destiny.

The symphony continues, and I am a humble note within it. I rest in the knowledge that as I dance on the precipice of the unknown, life orchestrates its grand opus around me. In each crescendo and decrescendo, every rise and fall, there is a profound purpose. So, dear reader, let us journey together with open hearts and resolute spirits, for in the embrace of the divine melody, we find ourselves, our purpose, and the magnificent beauty that awaits just around the bend.

[ooc-miqojak]

Having thought about this prior... and strangely, at length? GW2 (Guild Wars 2) commander - because all the main character protags can only be defined by the setting they're in/held up against. As far as capabilities and power and also the ability to bring disparate peoples together, only the FFXIV WoL comes close to GW2 Commander. And Commander isn't like the WoL - they're not 'the chosen one', they don't have a lightning bolt on their forehead, or special powers from a time before time. The Commander is... just a guy (or gal, or whatever you want) - they're just a person who helped to save the planet once, and just kept getting roped into it. In a world where the gods have long since left, Commander is tasked with killing the only god left: the now-insane god of war.

Ans you fail. You die. You go to the realm of death, that has no keeper... but lots of failsafes, and despite being 'just some guy'... you do what has never been done before: you crawl right back out of the underworld. Because your friends need you. Because the world is in peril, and only you can lead the charge. Because you have to be there to see Taimi grow up - and Aurene, too. You have to give them a fighting chance in a world where nothing is certain anymore.

And when brawn and magic isn't enough, Commander isn't afraid to listen to their friends and peers - one of whom is a disabled child genius with a terminal illness. And sometimes, even though Commander is doing the heavy lifting... your friends' intelligence and courage is what actually saves the day - you just had to make sure they could enact their plans. It's not always about you, even though you're one of a kind yourself... by sheer virtue of the spite you're running on, I think, lol.

Commander suffers, though - they lose many a friend in the innumerable battles along the way, and I like the snark and weariness that begins to weight their voicelines. But you never forget those who died to aid you in your quest to save the world (- but it's not shoved down your throat like the constant Haurchefant stuff in XIV /cough).

In XIV, the story is predictable and the WoL is special - a chosen one, more powerful than anyone else by virtue of a soul rejoined many times over... and I appreciate Commander a bit more for not being special. They're forced to break limits, and even die for what they fight for - and their companions aren't perfect either. They're all fallible and relatable... and sometimes they fall in combat. Other times, they're just a young man with mommy issues who needs to find himself, and make a name for himself outside of his mother's shadow; and yet other times, your friends are a pair of lesbians who have lost their fair share of loved ones along the way, and couldn't be more different from one another, yet found a safe place in one another... and when the world is finally safe, your band of misfits comes together to celebrate their love at a small, beautiful wedding. I'll forever be more attached to those companions than any others, I think.

At least until this most recent expansion...GW2 story was solid, and despite not playing in a long while, it holds a special place in my heart. (Special mention to DA:O protag though /cough)

theres very limited options for this so i tried to pick the most "popular" ones i personally see from my mutuals !! if your favourite you think is an Obvious Choice isn't included you may curse me for 1,000 years.

ofc feel free to tag which specifically is your favourite :D and pls reblog for reach!!

[andaniellight]

Answering Ask Game for Fanfic Writers

Answering asks by beloved @neinnonay my forever indulging friend <3 <3 <3 from this post btw! Feel free to do it too if you see this :D

Q5: have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing

I sadly don't! I don't do playlist for my writing because i can't even get a solid hold of my own, which is why i think the writers who do are so impressive lmao i only do playlist for recommended songs of the pairings that i like and are suitable for them instead

Q11: what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? (also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?)

Oh! This was from a long time ago when I was working on my Witch Hat Atelier fic, 'Cascade(s)', that's unfortunately incomplete (because life happens), but I found out that "blue is a pigment that is unstable and dangerous”, and it is actually about Cobalt Blue pigment irl. Also, scientifically speaking, the safest pigment of blue is this pigment that's called YlnMn Blue / MasBlue that contains the the elements Yttrium, Indium, Manganese, and Oxygen. #TheMoreYouKnowIfYouDidNot

And, yes, I worry a lot about fact-checking because I'm the type of person who'd look up shit if I find something niche and interesting in the things I read to make sure if it's real/not. I reflect on that behavior as both a reader and a writer to clear more path for me for the plot or to make it as ornaments for the story, so it's more interesting.

Q17: what is your favorite line you've ever written?

Ough this is tricky... I'm trying to remember the most memorable ones and, uhhh. I think it's this one from The Batman fic I did in 2022: “You haven’t answered me,” Alfred says insistently, inviting Bruce back into the room, back to him. “Are you hurt, Master Wayne?”

Q35: tell us about a character who's very different than you who you love a whole lot

ngl THERE ARE PLENTYYY 😂 i think i can only talk about Luffy rn tho because of how totally different we are. i am everything that Monkey D. Luffy is not. he's genuinely the embodiment of hope that i'd often lose because of depression. I won't be able to dream so big and bravely like him. I won't be able to be brave so dauntingly like him in the first place lmao he's like. the gasoline to my fading flame that is my crushed soul... not to sound so fucking pathetic but yeah i love him with all my heart, he's the cutest and the sweetest and the dumbest yet the smartest and the most freeing character ever and i love him so much for it. even i still struggle writing about him for fics because i feel like i'm not being myself, but every second is just <3 <3 <3

Q41: what is the weirdest story idea you've ever had

Definitely this one where Daredevil and The Punisher both got turned into werewolves LMAO and i did published it on ao3! but the more i work on it, the more i realize that maybe this is never the one i want lmao sorry!!!

Q62: what's the weirdest reason you've ever shipped something?

SKSJDHKSJDFHKS does shipping Jack Frost and Hiccup back in the day counts as something? :) just because :)

Q63: what's the best insult you've ever read in a fic?

I can't answer with specifics for this one but I swear Spider-man fic writers are on God the masters for this thing. There are just SO MANY good insults by Peter Parker whenever he's being himself and all of them will never fail to crack me up I can't even pick one most favorite one.

[iironwreath]

miscellanous quote inspo for ocs

pulled from various books, poetry, etc. normally I like to fit these at the start of fics but they don't always have a neat place. includes the quotes at the top of their fics on ao3

idk what's going on with the formatting, random letters keep randomly making themselves bigger no matter how many times I edit lmao

azul:

“Because the air had smelled so sweet, and the sky had been black velvet, spangled with points of diamond light that didn’t flicker at all, only burned constant and cold. Because the grass had been wet with dew, and the trees had been heavy with fruit. Because she had wanted to know what was at the end of the long path between the trees, and because she hadn’t wanted to turn back before she understood everything. Because for the first time in forever, she’d felt like she was going home, and that feeling had been enough to move her feet, slowly at first, and then faster, and faster, until she had been running through the clean night air, and nothing else had mattered, or would ever matter again—” — Seanan Mcguire, Every Heart a Doorway

"I'm on the cliff of myself & these aren't wings, they're futures." — Ocean Vuong, Time is a Mother

"Hope, she thought, breathing with the tide, was a choice that only those with resolute hearts dared to make." — Claire Legrand, Sawkill Girls

cadiana:

"I did not know how to deal with this sort of death, the one that comes slow and inevitable and does not let go. I am a solider, I deal in cannonballs and rifle shots. I understand how a wound can fester and kill a soldier, but there is still the initial wound, something that can be avoided with a little skill and a great deal of luck. Death that simply comes and settles is not a thing I had any experience with." — T. Kingfisher, What Moves the Dead

“'Everyone goes to the war together—but we come back separately shattered. If you see what I mean.'” — Olivia Waite, Hen Fever

"Most species bare their teeth as a threat, as a display of aggression, of leadership. It is a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat. I want you to think of this next time I smile." — Unknown

cihro:

"The truth is: I want to hold your hands because they are like mine. Holding a knife

by the blade and sharpening it. In your dreams, how much invitation to pierce are you? Perhapslove, the truth is: I am afraid

we are both knives, both stones, both scarred. Or we will be." — Nicole Homer, Underbelly

"All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies. And whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first, they must catch you." — Richard Adams, Watership Down

“Did he really splinter bone, was infection festering there, what was the secret injury down at the heart of him? There are only simple answers to a knife.” — Kathryn Harlan, Fruiting Bodies

crow:

"The pursuit of knowledge always seemed to have a price, and in stepping away from the academia I'd recreated the same circumstances in the private sector. The lesser of two evils was still evil." — In the Roses of Pieria, Anna Burke

“How quickly you come to a willingness to kill, and how quickly your lover will believe it of you. There are so many ways to find out what you will do when there is no one else to help you.” — Kathryn Harlan, Fruiting Bodies

“Never mind the book teaching me that the shadows inside need not be snuffed but treasured—that darkness existed to hide riches from ordinary mortals unable to handle their brilliance, and if I mustered the courage to dive into those veiled depths, these riches could become mine.” — Jade Song, Chlorine

“Power was sweeter than apples. It was cheaper than water, and sustained the soul twice as well. If Johann was going to be a Thing with a name, then from now on he would be a Thing with power, too.” ― Jennifer Giesbrecht, The Monster of Elendhaven

“'Deep forests always invite strangeness, whether real or imagined.'” — Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night

“But he is my King, and I am his Devil. I have given him my blood, my youth, my love, my good right hand; who am I now to begrudge him my death?” — Alix E. Harrow, Six Deaths of the Saint

"I know this bird. If it could, it would eat the whole world." — Mary Oliver, Bird

iona:

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.” — Vincent Van Gogh

"'War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.'" — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

"'He might be the very picture of lambkin,' Ead said, 'but monsters often have soft faces. They know how to mask themselves.' She looked them both in the eye. 'We will watch her. We will listen well. Remember why we wear blades as well as jewels.'" — Samantha Shannon, The Priory of the Orange Tree

"Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" — Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home —  I — a Sparrow — build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest." — Emily Dickinson, Her Breast is Fit for Pearls, Assorted Poems

surina:

"I do not know how to tell this story, and the pieces cut me as I reassemble them." — Anna Burke, In the Roses of Pieria

“The power of this weapon, any weapon, comes from here [heart], but only when tempered by this [head], by the discipline, the self control of the one who wields it.” — Kratos, God of War 4

"Who would go promised nothing but ice? Who would cut her home to pieces and row away for that?" — Maggie Smith, You Could Never Take A Car to Greenland

“'Alas, that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house. No parent should have to bury their child.'” — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

genevieve:

"When it's your own child, love is a dark animal, is exploding. Live forever, live forever, this love pleads. But this love knows that we were born to be wrenched apart by death. This love is not a heart shape. There's no pleasure in it. This love can quickly turn to rage. It sharpens into a weapon that is out of our control." — Madeline Ffitch, Stay and Fight

"That's the whole point of a curse, isn't it? You are doomed to live with it." — Victor LaValle, Lone Women

"'Without her, I am having to learn new ways to live. I imagine you have these moments, too, when you trip on the spaces Kanifa filled.'" — Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night

nepenthe:

"And the monster? Who is she? She is what happens when someone cannot be saved." — Natalie Haynes, Stone Blind

"What would it be like to have yourself stripped away in layers? Memory and pleasure, thought and self-knowledge. Love. She didn't know the weight of the poetry when she won it." — Kathryn Harlan, Fruiting Bodies

"After all, what horror wouldn’t I tolerate, if it was meted out by the hand of my beloved?" — S.T. Gibson, An Education in Malice

redback:

“The second wave is always bigger. Never turn your back on the sea.” — Rose Sutherland, a Sweet Sting of Salt

union:

“What now? I am out with lanterns, looking for myself. But here’s the thing about carrying light with you: No matter where you go, and no matter what you find—or don’t find—you change the darkness just by entering it. You clear a path through it.” — Maggie Smith, You Could Make This Place Beautiful

“Love, love, love, it was the core of my life, from which, of course, comes the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned that some of them were men and some were women and some—now carry my revelation with you— were trees. Or places. Or music flying above the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun which was the first, and the best, the most loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into my eyes, every morning. So I imagine such love of the world—its fervency, its shining, its innocence and hunger to give of itself—I imagine this is how it began.” — Of Love, Mary Oliver

vesuria:

"‘Odysseus, you think of going home               100 as honey-sweet, but gods will make it bitter.'" — Homer, The Odyssey, Emily Wilson's Translation

vierna:

“Violence. This was violence. It had always been violence, no matter how far removed the poison had made her, no matter how easy it was to deny the connection when blood hadn't been cooling on her hands. It had been death, wicked death, shameful death—but she had never named it violence, before.” — Caitlin Starling, Yellow Jessamine

“Everything, I say to myself, is changed. I think I was dead, before. Now she has touched the life of me, the quick of me; she has put back my flesh and opened me up. Everything is changed.” — Sarah Waters, Fingersmith

"Every minute renders me closer to pitch-darkness. I want to break the seal into the next day. I want to forget what is happening now. I know it isn't that easy. I want to believe time has already passed. I want to reason my way through it. I am overcome. The tide is fast approaching." — Jac Jemc, The Grip Of It

"I carried my fear of the world and apprenticed myself to the fear.

I carried my fear of the world and it became my teacher. I carried it, and it repaid me by teaching me how to carry it.

I carried my fear of the world the way an animal carries a kill in its jaws but in reverse: I was the kill, the gift. Whose feet would I be left at?

I carried my fear of the world as if it could protect me from the world." — What I Carried, Maggie Smith

[moonlightsune]

1. While flower petals are undeniably beautiful, their allure pales in comparison to the spellbinding 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟. Attempting to convey the gratitude with an abundance of thank-yous proves futile, as mere words cannot fully encapsulate the depth of my appreciation.

2. In the realm of ineffable wonder, where words falter in their attempt to convey the depths of my emotions, I find myself getting 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙛, humbled by the unfathomable reservoirs of happiness it has lavished upon me. I’m eternally thankful for its presence.

3. - In a moment of awe, I was struck by the gleaming countenance that graced the reflective surface of the mirror before me. Much to my astonishment, it was none other than my own visage, enhanced by the enchanting accompaniment of a striking 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔.

- Clad in a sartorial symphony of black, an homage to the timeless elegance epitomized by the iconic 𝙔𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩, heart swelled with a sense of joy and beauty. It’s that time of the hour, a time for me to chant my magic spell, “oh, how I love being a woman!”

- The dark ensemble, a sartorial homage to the unequaled YSL aesthetic, evoked a timeless mystique of love that spoke of self-assured sophistication and reverence for the eternal power of fashion in a poetic form, an ineffable amalgamation of 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏.

4. Each precise movement reverberates in perfect symphony, a flawless embodiment of harmony and artistry. Every delicate sway and intricate footwork showcase an unending unparalleled precision, a solid evidence to the consummate 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧, MISAMO.

5. The seamless synergy of movements and the finesse with which each step is executed creates a harmonious melody of expression that enchants the senses. This extraordinary display of talent and dedication sets new standards of excellence, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙑𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤.

6. - With every glance, the rhapsody of happiness crescendos, a symphony that sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the loftiest pinnacles of euphoria. My eyes become the very embodiment of an orchestra, each note a manifestation of the elation that cascades 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

- Allow the effulgence of my smile to serve as a cherished token of joy, a manifestation of the affections I hold for you. In each curve of my lips, I endeavor to gift you a treasure trove of joy, an iridescent offering intended to illuminate your days with an irrevocable 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘.

7. - The silver screen shall serve as the portal to my world, where you shall behold the myriad hues of my soul, each moment a witness to the life and love of joy. Through the medium of film, I shall bewitch you. It was a night to remember. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔.

- In the grand theater of time, that fateful night shall forever hold a place of gleaming significance, its essence akin to an ornate vintage film that stands the test of ages, a cinematic masterpiece that reverberates through the corridors of history. 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 already!

- As the night's final act gracefully unrolls its curtain, one that summons you to traverse through the vintage film of life. The celluloid realm shall perceive to my soul, encapsulating the splendor of a bygone era where 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙯 hand in hand.

[blue-da-ba-dee]

Thank you so much for the tag @an-ivy-covered-summer 🫶🏼 For something I thought would be easy turned out to be quite difficult✨

Take Me Back To Eden : Sleep Token

Listen, I could have easily put all three albums because they're all PERFECTION. TMBTE means so much to me. The Summoning is the reason I even became aware of ST. The genre blending is *chef's kiss*. I can shake ass, cry and rage all to one song tbh. It's forever my beloved🖤

Amor Prohibido : Selena

La Reina!!! I almost chose Entre a Mi Mundo but because this album has Si Una Vez, it comes out front by just a smidge lol (I adore both tho).

The Death Of Peace Of Mind : Bad Omens

My favorite album of theirs so far. Another album that has a solid array of genres that drew me in and kept me hooked. Before TMBTE this was the album on constant loop lol

Fallen : Evanescence

Fallen is the reason I'm into what I'm into. She's timeless. She nostalgic but also resonates with my current self.

Koi No Yokan : Deftones

I only recently really got into Deftones and did a deep dive into their discography. KNY is perfect from start to finish. My favorite. I will it defend til my last breath.

EVERGREEN : PVRIS

This one definitely played a big part in my healing journey. It could not have come out at a better time in my life. Lynn perfectly articulates all I've failed to.

Unreal, Unearth : Hozier

A literal masterpiece. I can't even describe what this album did to my brain chemistry with the first listen. The inspiration behind it just blows my mind. First Light touched the deepest depths of my soul. But after this I'm never gonna be the same and I am never going back again. Indeed😭

Twilight Soundtrack

Must I really explain this lol. Decode alone transports me right back to 2008. Such specific memories I can still recall whenever I listen to this soundtrack. A comfort soundtrack for me tbh.

One-X : Three Days Grace

Adam Gontier era 3DG will forever hold a deeply special place in by heart. While self titled and LSN are also my favorites, One-X stands out above them. Even though this came out in while I was in middle school, it helped me through the deep heartaches my senior year of hs. I owe so much to this album.

Tagging: @andreethier @callmemoonlight123 @lankinen @justrandomshitsstuff @marie98989898 (if you're cool with it of course🫶🏼)

nine favorite albums in no particular order

🤍 tagged by @rimouskis & @folie-a-dewey 🤍

Get Hurt, The Gaslight Anthem

current favourite, forever favourite. this whole album makes me so happy.

Birthdays, Keaton Henson

my best friend and i would play this album all the way through every day after school. every song reminds me of her.

Blond, Frank Ocean

soundtrack of my undergrad years.

By & By, Caamp

if i was a more honest person this list would've just been 9 Caamp albums.

Pony, Orville Peck

the music the voice the aesthetic the lyrics the THEATRE. 10/10.

You Want It Darker, Leonard Cohen

cohen is all existential blasphemy and sex. no one is surprised i chose this i bet.

Joanna, Lady Gaga

shrimp emotions.

Angels in Science Fiction, St. Paul & The Broken Bones

my brother and i were both obsessed w this album at the same time. we live on opposite sides of the country and are too many years apart to really be close but for weeks it was all either of us could talk about.

Born in the USA, Bruce Springsteen

every springsteen song is my favourite song.

tagging: @captainbradmarchand 🤍 @genosigned 🤍 @ocontraire 🤍 @kitchener-waterloo 🤍 @phdmama 🤍 @gritty-big-naturals 🤍 @suzufield 🤍 @brightstarlou 🤍 @stillfertile 🤍

[lilys0evil0twin]

Record of Ragnarok

Yandere! Poseidon x mermaid! Fem! Reader

The Little mermaid AU

Word count: 988

The water in the aquarium moved, splashing about, following the movement of her beautiful tail, covered in pearly scales. Her hair floated, making it twice as thick as it really was. Those (e/c) eyes desperately looking for him. For his blond hair, his ocean blue eyes. Looking for her king. 

The room was properly lighted, the rays of light making the golden decorations shine. The giant aquarium filled with ocean water, was placed solid near the giant bed with white see through curtains, floating in wind coming from the opened balcony, like the softest feather. That's right, king's personal bedroom.

Muffled deep voice could be heard from the corridor leading to the room, getting clearer as the person followed by several others came closer. The door opened as the king came in, his underlings running hectically around him. They seem to be preparing something, according to all the papers and fabric they're all holding. And the unstopping questions they ask the king, the mermaid in the aquarium couldn't make out.

The king made his way straight to the mermaids resident place, submerging his hand into the water and gently grabbing the mermaids chin, slowly pulling her head out of salty water. When her tiny shoulders peeked from the surface, the king pressed his forehead against hers, his deep ocean eyes staring into her soul.

"It's time my lovely pearl, today you'll become mine"

......

Poseidon's head turned to the runway, cowered with petals. Along it, golden stools one both sides, prepped with high-class and important people, from neighboring kingdoms and native politicians to relatives. The way leading his eyes towards his soon-to-be wife. His other half, in all her glory, a beautiful dress flowed behind her, as she carefully stepped, with her new bare feet, towards the altar. An angelic sight, oh how he despise all those eyes on her.

Poseidon's heart swells with pride, as Y/n made her way to his arms. Only few more steps, just those three more steps leading to the elevated platform.

On the last step however, Y/n's foot slipped.

Her maids gasped, reaching out to catch their queen. But it was too late.

The king himself already held his beloved with gentle yet firm grip. He stayed quiet, only looking at her with a barely noticeable frown. "Um, Are you ready your Majesty?"

"Yes"

......

"M-my king!.... Hgn!" your voice hitched, feeling your, from now and forever, husband's hands slide the white fabric off your shoulders, leaving it just above your breasts. "Hg, I-i don't-"

"Shh, quiet my beautiful pearl" his word were gentle, but his tone was far from such. A slight irritation lingered in the back of his throat. "My little, innocent fish" Poseidon whispered as his body moved to your hips. Pushing the laced skirt up your thighs. His blue irises, cowered by the golden bangs, peeked from under his long lashes. His pink lips traveled along your newly gained legs. Feeling you shiver, goosebumps creeping up your skin.

His lips were everywhere, discovering every spot that made you whimper. Leaving them in his memory, creating a map of your body pleasure. By the time you two were face to face once again, his appearance changed. Once tidy golden locks now messily pointing to the sides, his expensive wedding jacked long forgotten somewhere on the floor. The only thing remaining was a pair of dress pants and white dress shirt with wavy sleeves, buttons opened leaving him bare to your eyes.

The way his chest moved with every deep breath, his lean waist and the giant thing twitching between his legs. Your eyes widened, of course you weren't that innocent not to know how human reproduction worked. You've spend a long time watching humans after all, but you've never imagined how big it actually is. Sadly you couldn't wander for long, as you legs were suddenly pushed up to your chest. "Now, it may hurt for some time, but I'm sure you can handle it"

You gasped out "M-My king! N-n -- wai-!!" without farther adieu, Poseidon pushed himself into your soaking lips. Your virgin walls squeezed and flattered around his length. A deep growl came from Poseidon's chest, as he let you stretch a little, pressing his chest against yours. After some time he started moving. Sliding in and out with force, each powerful thrust pushing him deeper and deeper.

Unconsciously, your hands jumped to he's forearms, digging your nails into his pale skin, gaining more growls and grunts from him. At first it hurt, it felt like you were being teared. But as you focused on him rather than the pain, the was his hair cowered his eyes, the pants that left his agape slowly drying lips, the way his nose poked your shoulder, the sweat that rolled down his back, the feeling of his flexing muscles...

It just made you tear up.

And then you felt it. The pressing feeling in your belly. It became stronger, like a knot getting tighter. Just as you opened your lips to alert Poseidon about the strange feeling, fearing if it's normal, you heard him say something.

"L-love!"

You heard him stutter. That one simple word pushed you over the edge. The rush of pleasure shot through your veins. Your vision blurred with white spots, your ears started ringing. Only faint "I love you" was heard behind your numbed senses. The warmth spread across your insides, made another set of pleasurable waves throughout your body.

Slowly coming back to your conscious mind, you noticed your lover pull out and lay beside you, pulling your tired body close to his. You wanted to ask what happened just now, but the tiredness came crashing down too hard. You could only close your eyes, feeling yourself slipping away as you feel your husband's big hand stroke your silky hair, slowly fluctuating you to deep sleep.

[breathlessheartbeat]

Succubus

Inspired by @deliciousbeats89 resus thought this week: 

Resus thought of the day: A sucubus comes to you in the middle of the night. After taking your soul after making you orgasm they decide you are too fun and start cpr desperate to bring you back to make you their pleasure slave.

TW: blood (but tasteful); dub-con? maybe? 

You can read part 2 HERE

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She came in the dark of the night. And she was a vision. 

At first I thought I was dreaming. Half awake, I tried to blink to see if she would fade, turn into a strategically placed pile of clothing. 

But no. Her curves were real. Solid. Her thighs could make thunder if they clapped together. Her abdomen was strong, but not muscular. Her breasts were ample, barely caught by her pentagram bra. Her lips were plump. Her nose was round and pretty. And her dark eyes were full of malicious intent. All of these parts I really liked. 

Her entire skin was red. Stop sign red. Traffic light red. Volcano lava red. She had horns spreading from her forehead and curling towards the back of her head. Her ears were pointed. 

Her black hair was half up. Her maroon lips smiled, biting her lower lip. She climbed on top of my bed, walking on all fours until she was on top of me. I thought it was a dream at first, but it couldn’t be. I could easily see my clock counting 3AM and you could never tell the time in dreams. The feeling of the sheets under my fingers was very real. The wind from the AC, the noises from outside. 

Sleep paralysis, then? I thought. I must be the first case of a good one. 

Then, she reached her hand and touched me. 

The tips of her fingers were curled into black claws, as if they were stained by a very very dark henna. She put her palm against my chest and moaned low in her throat. When she smiled, I could see the tips of fangs. 

“You will be such a delicious little meal...” 

I opened my mouth, but found I had no words. What could I say? There wasn’t even the most distant part of me telling me I should be afraid someone had broken into my apartment. All I could think of was her: her touch, her words. 

She knelt, one big thigh on each side of me and she kissed me. 

My heart immediately went into overdrive. It beat so fast I could feel it everywhere, my body pulsing in tandem with it. It was impossible to describe what her lips tasted like. It was like food to a starving woman. My arms went around her and she let out a small chuckle of approval. My belly shook with the strength of the desire that flooded down to my legs. 

She pulled away. I felt a deep sense of loss. My hands tried to hold her back and she just chuckled again. Her lips were upon me again. On my face, on my neck. Everywhere she touched, fire. I could barely breathe. I let go of her, grabbing at the sheets. My chest was heaving as she made her way down. At first, she just pulled at the collar of my pajama top and then, it was cut by her long claws, laying next to me. She continued her trail of kisses until she found my now uncovered breasts. She took one in her hand and squeezed. I let out a sharp yelp of pain. It quickly turned to pleasure, so fast it made my head spin. 

Her talons had broken skin. I didn’t even mind. Her face turned to my left breast and she took it in her mouth, sucking at the tip, again and again until I thought I would die and then unlocking her jaw to make her mouth big enough to take my entire C-cup into her mouth. She bit down. 

Wetness took over my panties. 

She had her fun with my breasts. She put her head between them and nuzzled them, licking at the trails of blood she had left. It burned and I loved every second of it. She then touched her ear to my chest and sighed deeply. 

“Just hear it thumping… so lively… such a pity…” 

I wasn’t sure if I was missing bits of her words. The world had turned pink with pleasure and sudden love. I wanted to be in this moment forever, I wanted her to never leave, I wanted her… 

Her mouth continued down my belly. Kissing, nibbling. Her hands held my hips down because they kept bucking upwards. My insides were a twist of burning hot desire. I was going to explode very soon. 

Then he hit my mound and I could take it anymore. I came. I came hard. I closed my eyes and let out a pained moan, back arching slightly off the bed. The woman sniffed what had come out of me and tsked. 

“Oh, look at that. So quick… you humans used to be harder to please.” 

With that, she grabbed my legs. One moment all of my back was against the mattress. Then, only the top part of it. She had raised me and her nose was against my folds, pushing, exploring. She was kissing, she was sucking. Her tongue found my clitoris and I screamed, my legs shaking on her shoulders. 

She was ravenous. She ate my pussy as if it was the meal she had mentioned earlier. Her fangs brushed against the sides of my labia and felt like final judgement was upon me. She lapped and circled and sucked and I couldn’t breathe. 

Literally. I felt like oxygen wasn’t quite reaching my lungs. My heart, that had been beating in time in my ears since she had arrived, gave a painful twist. And yet, I couldn’t feel an ounce of regret. 

I came again, with a roar that I didn’t know could be lodged in me. I was exhausted. Sweat covered my body. My lips tried to mumble a request for time, but she was at me again. At my core. 

Her tongue went inside me. It was pointy and slitted. And it grew. And it grew and it grew, going inside me. My eyes were bulging out, unable to believe. I could feel her going inside me: touching my cervix, my uterus, everything inside, twisting it inside out. 

I shook violently. My back was raised from the mattress. I tried to kick, but I found my legs to be heavy as lead. A choking sound came from my lungs. Ah, yes. Air wasn’t enough. I needed her, her, her. My heart was going so fast I was surprised it didn’t explode. I came a third time and I heard her laugh with amusement as her face was squirted with my juices. She licked her lips. Her black eyes in my dark room were heaven itself. No. Not heaven. Something else. 

It wasn’t just my cum on her over extended tongue, that was dropping all the way down to her breasts. No. There was light in there too. A magical essence of something. She touched it, straddled me, smudged it in my face. 

“Your soul, my sweet. Isn’t it beautiful? It’s delicious. Congratulations.” 

She leaned down and kissed my face, licking what she had smudged there, as if she couldn’t miss a lick”. 

“Now be a good girl and don’t move.”

She kissed me. Hard. My lips immediately went numb. Her tongue asked for passage and I just opened for her. I was weak, unable to do anything else. It dominated, demanded space. I opened my mouth for her as much as I could, but it felt like there was always more for her to explore. Her tongue continued down as if it was a serpent, reaching all the way down to my throat and continuing, much like it had did under me. 

Of course some part of me reacted. My hips tried to lift from the bed, but she was holding me down. My chest shook under her, trying to fight, but her hands went to my shoulders, holding me down. 

I couldn’t breathe. I tried and I tried, but she was blocking my airway. I could feel her moving down my throat and it revolted something in me. I struggled harder and she held me harder. I felt something in her tongue suck. My eyes rolled back in pain. My chest was burning and my heart was no longer as loud. It was erratic, stopping more than it was pumping. My hands fell to my side. My strength left me. 

She continued to suck on my body. Some part of me could still feel it. The part she was consuming. My soul. For a second, I could watch me from her eyes. I was pale as I had never been before, my lips turning blue. All of my skin bore red scratches were her fangs or talons had been. My body was all twisted in the bed as if I had been in a fight. Bruises were forming wherever her much heavy body was holding me down. 

Finally, she was done. 

She sat up, put her head up and pulled her tongue out of my throat and back into her own mouth. She let out a heavy sigh, closing her eyes and licking her lips. 

I knew, then, I was supposed to be gone. I couldn’t still be watching. Something was wrong. 

“The other succubi said this might happen. That there might come a day when I wouldn't finish a meal. That I would want to protect one soul. That I would want to feed on it more than I once.” She murmured to herself, her feverish eyes watching the same ceiling my now blind fixed eyes were. She looked down at me, my battered body. She leaned over, caressing my face. “I left a little bit in there. There’s enough for you to make more. Now, we just need to fix this, don’t we?” 

The tip of her talon touched the spot on my chest over my idle heart. 

She held my face, stiffly tilted it back and blew into me. My throat was raw from her tongue, but my starved lungs took air just fine. Then still straddling me, she put her hands on top of my chest and started compressing my heart.