#with hazy stuff from 10-11

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Care for You

Sylus x Y/N - drabble - 688 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: reader is injured, hurt/comfort, descriptions of injuries and medical stuff, Sylus being amazing, a real grade A+ guy, sweet af, fluffy

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You stumbled through the doorway, clutching your abdomen. Your right shoulder was limp, bobbing beside you. You whimpered when your arm nudged the door frame accidentally. As you limped further into the penthouse, you saw Sylus sleeping on the couch. You felt awful waking him up but you needed him now more than ever. 

“Sylus…” you said, your voice hoarse from crying and screaming.

He didn’t move.

“Sylus…” you said, nudging him slightly with your foot.

His face scrunched up but he didn’t wake.

“Sylus!” you cried, your voice breaking.

Sylus jolted awake. The second his eyes landed on you he was instantly at your side. “Sweetie? What happened?” he said, rushing you to the bathroom. He used his evol to gently sit you on the counter. He couldn’t help but stare at you for a moment, taking in your injuries. A gash across your abdomen and your shoulder popped out of its socket. Sylus shook his head, quickly grabbing the first aid kit Luke and Kieran insisted he keep in the house. Sylus worked quietly, focusing on making you better.

“Hold still,” he whispered. He used the paramedic scissors to cut your shirt off completely. You didn’t have it in you to feel bashful. The wound on your stomach wasn’t deep enough to perforate any organs but it was still bleeding deep crimson blood. 

Sylus put a washcloth between your lips, “Bite down on this. I’m sorry in advance… there’s no time to numb you…” he said with a sigh as he threaded the suture. 

You bit down hard, groaning and shaking as he stitched you up agonizingly slow. You counted each stitch, 10… 11… 12… After the 15th stitch you finally felt him still while he clipped the remaining thread. 

“This’ll sting…” he said before quickly splashing your fresh stitches with iodine. 

You sucked in a sharp breath letting out a squeal as the liquid scorched over your wound. You writhed in pain, Sylus’ hands holding your hips to prevent you from falling off the counter. “I’m so sorry baby…” he said as he used his evol you yank your arm, your shoulder sliding back into its socket. You screamed, letting out a heart wrenching sob from the pain. You slumped against him, ready to pass out from the pain.

“It’s over, it’s done… you’re ok…” he said, rubbing your back soothingly. 

Your eyes slipped shut, finally succumbing to the dark. 

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Your eyes fluttered open, you tried to sit up but instantly laid back down as your wound screamed at you to stop moving. You sighed, looking around for Sylus. You spotted Mephisto in the corner, “Pssst… get Sylus…” you mumbled. Typically, Mephisto would be ornery. But today he simply obeyed. Within a moment, Sylus was next to you, his evol scattering a few feathers around. 

He kneeled down, his hands aching to touch you but hovering above you out of caution. “Honey…” he breathed.

You managed a small smile for him, cupping his cheek as you tried to calm his erratic heart. “Wanderer… got me on the way home…”

Sylus nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing you gently. You leaned your head against him, “I’m fine baby, honestly. I had a wonderful nurse.” you smiled.

Sylus finally let out a small chuckle, “No more walking home at night without me. It’s my job to protect you.”

“And when you’re busy?” you said, fiddling with the end of his sleeve. 

“Luke and Kieran. Or Mephisto. Just somebody to help keep you safe.” he said, kissing your cheek.

You nodded slightly; your eyes felt hazy and your mind was foggy. “I gave you a little something for the pain. You should rest.” he said, standing to leave.

You grasped his hand gingerly, “Stay?” you asked softly. 

Sylus immediately nodded, pulling his shirt off before slipping into the bed with you. He nuzzled back into the crook of your neck, lacing his fingers through yours. “Sleep, kitten. I’ll be here when you wake up.” he kissed your cheek.

So you slept, the most perfect sleep you’ve had in a while despite the injuries. Sylus had that effect.

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Naboo's Note:

Sylus... what a guy

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOXO

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Most-Listened of March 2024

[last month]

This was such an exciting month of releases--Purplekiss, Day6, BLEACHERS?? Chung Ha gave us a couple of songs, Nina Suárez came back out of nowhere, Lucy dropped a single, OLIVIA RODRIGO IS BACK?? I've been super excited for the J-Hope album, too, but I haven't been emotionally ready to check it out, yet, since I want to have the energy to really love it! Not to mention the Seori EP-- PLUS Bol4 and StayC both dropped some covers of huge 2019 k-pop hits.

And that isn't all. The highlights of my month were seeing Bruce Springsteen (only my favorite artist ever.) and Gregory Alan Isakov in concert(s)! So honestly, I'm a little overwhelmed by just how exciting music is right now. (It doesn't help that this month gave me my first album of the year candidate, too!!) This post will be my opportunity to go a little wild, then :)

1. Leopardos -- Ine Güemes

I should not enjoy this listening experience as much as I do. That whistling noise should annoy me by now, after all these listens, right? ... Right? Nope. I love it. This song is so soothing, it's literally the musical equivalent of a deep breath.

2. Appaloosa Bones -- Gregory Alan Isakov

Concert prep + THE sulking song this month. Look, I'm a guy who needs my daily floor time (floor time. perhaps you require it.), and it always involves considerable sulking. (At this rate, you're gonna see a sulking song on this list every single month. It's a tradition now!) I've been losing it about "Was I that gone? / Man, I hope not / Glad you found me when you did" and "The pages slow / in the room I called your name" and "They haven't made no pill / To get us across the winter time" ...

3. All Things End -- Hozier

You know what ended? My eight-week class. *sigh of relief* All things end, truly! Now I just need the reminder that this semester will end, too...

4. Death To My Hometown -- Bruce Springsteen

I'd never heard this one before, but I ASCENDED when I heard it live (the horns section was. fantastic.) and I left it on repeat all month post-concert.

5. The Ledge -- Fleetwood Mac

This song makes me proud of my music taste, honestly--see, I can like weird experimental stuff, too! It sounds wonderfully, comfortingly crowded--like the ambient noise from a nearby café, or like falling asleep with the TV on. I don't know, it's just a feeling I find myself really enjoying. I'm also SO deeply in love with the round-style singing (see: "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" rounds in middle school choir) Fleetwood Mac sometimes does (see: my obsession with "Paper Doll"), and they do it in this song !!

6. I Don't Want to Know -- Fleetwood Mac

I like this one for the same reason I like "Second Hand News"--that cheerful self-deprecation just never fails to draw me in. ("Second Hand News" is still better, though!)

7. Smart -- Le Sserafim

Does anyone NOT like this song? I missed the Eve Psyche hype train last year, so this one's hitting me doubly hard. I think the sweeter tone of "Smart" suits Le Sserafim's vocals much better, and the production is just plain adorable! This has been my go-to song during classes, when I need something to cheer me up without making me too overwhelmed.

8. Luz -- Ine Güemes

That vocal processing is SUCH a standout--so soft and hazy and fluffy, just a fascinating texture when you really focus on it, but endlessly pleasant when you leave it on loop and zone out, too. (Look, I REALLY loved this album this month.)

9. Nota de Voz -- Los Hermanos Laser

Classic indie boy music! I like "Azul Plateado" from this album, too, and I have a feeling the whole album will hit for me during the summer--I tend to like that exhausted-sounding alt-rock stuff a whole lot around July & August :)

10. Light Sprite -- Baby Pantera, Isabella Lovestory

Thanks for the rec, @pocima !!

11. I Am Right On Time -- Bleachers

This is a weirdly muted album for Bleachers (especially on the heels of "Stop Making This Hurt" and "How Dare You Want More" from their last album), and this is the most weirdly muted of them all--I really feel like it should be... more, somehow? But it's still quite a cathartic listening experience, and I keep coming back to it!

12. Really Like You -- Gyubin

I've started giving myself 30 minutes of reading time in the mornings, to help me wake up and not be completely miserable about it, so I've been reading a whole bunch of webtoons. (Hell, maybe I'll read a book one day!) This one's the perfect cutesy webtoon soundtrack, and I think it might be here because I left it on repeat while reading Blooming Season?? (I just finished catching up with Jackson's Diary, and I think I'm gonna start Death of a Pop Star next!) Anyway, Gyubin sounds lovely here, can't wait for a comeback!

13. Self Respect -- Bleachers

The production on this song is just SO exciting overall!! But I'm mostly here for the saxophone. God, it's not even that much of the song but it's gorgeous !!!

14. Nieve Sin Fin -- Ine Güemes

Nice aesthetic piano :)

15. Rush -- Twice

I love how dizzying this song is--it's chaotic and overwhelming in the most wonderful way! I was a little disappointed by it when I first listened to the album, I think because their vocals here are much softer than usual. When I let myself get swept away in the production, though, I totally get the appeal.

Five-Star Songs (& Albums!) This Month

BBB -- Purplekiss (the tiktok-music trend finally got me last year--against my will, admittedly. unfortunately for me, "bbb" is a fantastic example of that easy-listening, viral-tiktok sound from a group i'm already obsessed with, so of course i'm a huge fan. great vocal performances and silky songwriting? yeah, it's great--the muted aesthetic doesn't bug me at all--and i actually kind of love the super-short horn sections in the chorus. they're surprisingly full-sounding!)

Beam Beam -- Jeon Soyeon (i didn't get this one at all when it first came out, but i've warmed up to it over the years--and this month it just HIT. it's the perfect showcase of soyeon's energy, and it's such a rush!!)

Death To My Hometown -- Bruce Springsteen (five stars bc it has the words "robber barons" in it!!)

Girl I've Always Been -- Olivia Rodrigo (i keep underestimating olivia rodrigo's power as a performer. of course she could make this country-sounding track work. of course she could make it my favorite from the album in an instant. who am i to question??)

Hey Joe -- Bleachers (a sing-along for the politically disillusioned. happy 2024, fellow usamericans. well, at least the harmonies here are delightful!)

Jesus is Dead -- Bleachers (i mentioned that this album is unusually muted for bleachers--not dull as in 'boring in terms of production or songwriting', but dull as in dead-eyed and zombie-like. the vocal delivery, especially, is unusually bland and flat. "jesus is dead" is definitely the best use of this half-asleep, grayscale aesthetic on the album--a song as hopeless and monotone as its delivery. it's strange and stylish and messy, too, AND there's also a sax solo ?? and it works great ?? i admire it so so so much--i'm very surprised this didn't make the most-listened list, i've been looping it a whole bunch.)

The Ledge -- Fleetwood Mac

Self Respect -- Bleachers (re: saxophone.)

White Rabbit -- Jefferson Airplane (i don't think it's much of a hot take at all to say this one is fantastic. i heard it for the first time in february, and i've been completely obsessed since!!)

Heráldica -- Saramalacara (okay, i've had like. a week. with this album, but it was love at first listen--and "humo" already had my heart, anyway. the atmospherics are breathtaking, the production crisp and intense, and saramalacara's voice // the vocal production here fits SO well!! there's a song called ".tumblr" that's definitely worth checking out, though i enjoy every song on here !! except "_cuervos". i admire that one but god it disturbs me i never want to hear it again.)

Qué Nos Mantiene Despiertos -- Ine Güemes (first album of the year candidate of 2024 !!! not much of a surprise, i'm sure, given my top 15. more breathtaking atmospherics, but in the exact opposite direction of heráldica! this album is full of really unique textures, but all that chaos doesn't make it any less soothing. each song is distinct, but they all come together into this sweet, fluffy youtube-lofi-mix type of experience--and look, i'm a college student. could i ask for anything more in an album?)

[toyhouse-code-hell]

Screw it- Ask #2 because I'm bored. Can you tell me about your OCs? I like hearing about random people's OCs because alot of people like to rant about them and the excitement and pure effort put into making them makes me feel profuctive too!

There's so much. There's so so so so much. Nobody that I didn't already know has ever asked me about my ocs. They're all mostly D&D characters, or are in a D&D-esque setting I'll talk about some of my favorites, but there needs to be context.

None of the LORE is on any of their fucking toyhouse pages because I literally work on toyhouse stuff, get so motivated, I work on things for three days. Then I stop everything for six months. This is a continuous cycle. I suffer daily. I also over-explain and over-share A LOT. This is the first time anyone has asked about my ocs on a public platform. IT'S GOING TO BE A LOT. I'M SORRY. (And hell this might be a masterpost for all the little blurbs about my Little Guys?? idk!!) And ofc the art is old-ish.

Hamond :)

He's an aasimar fiend warlock (1)/ champion fighter (11), son of duke of a small homebrewed country, warlock of Graz'zt. Was sent to handle an owlbear in the woods due to it fucking with locals livestock. Was ambushed by said owlbear, it almost killed him, and this very kind demon lord took the opportunity to offer this young son of a duke a second chance to not be killed. Hamond agreed, got a nice new necklace, and killed the owlbear. He does the little things his patron wants in secret, which are thankfully just small things. His father sent him away due to his country going to war (contingency so royalty stays alive), where he met an astral elf twink who is now his fucked up little boyfriend.

Used him in a Heliana's oneshot before where this happened.

Next is Vihan! I'll keep it short with him because there is. A lot. (Glitch & Worm idk if you will ever see this, but this is spoilers)

They're a sentient sword, from a set of 8 weapons that embody schools of magic. Vihan is a shortsword that lets their wielder cast evocation spells for free, given to priest-kings of a long-lots city (of Mezro, the chosen of Ub'Tao are called barae). I gave him to my part at 12th level, since one in the party had made contact with his stupid fuckup son (Ras Nsi, not canon to actual FR lore), but Ub'tao chatted with the wizard like "hey. help me?" and our wizard went "K". I was thinking they would have him be a sword for a majority of the time but nooooo they fell in love with him. >:/ He was also broken when they met, to which I gave wild magic rolls when he cast things iirc (this was in 2021 its hazy). They fixed him up though.

(GLITCH AND WORM THE SPOILERS START HERE)

His former wielder was killed in a coup by another one of the chosen, in a plan to kill them all, usurp their god, and bring about an end to the world, but LORD that's another story.

But back to Vihan.

He's a real living person, kidnapped about 4oo years prior to the party getting them, had a bunch of experiments done on him, core implanted, renamed, all that. And given to a firbolg native to Chult who worked hard to be a barae, Epoch, leaving his 2 sons to be raised by his hometown. (and bc he was murdered and nobody was giving them answers, they became closed off from the bigger holy cities) And those kids got older, had communal kids, too, and one of those kids was the barbarian pc. The new barae of evocation was the wizard that said "K" to helping a god.

His name is actually Viktor, had an identical brother named Vacek (both changelings), and he robbed tourists in order for his brother to stay in a care home (their country of origin is corrupted capitalist hellscape island where if you can't produce for society, you have no use aside from being fertilizer, unless you can afford otherwise). When Viktor was kidnapped, Vacek was thrown onto the streets 10 minutes after payment was due, and he managed to climb on a boat as a stowaway during a storm and get the fuck out of there. While he was still chronically ill, getting off of pollution island was very beneficial for his health. He made it to another country and managed to live out his days and even had a family. He never went back to find his brother, assuming his thieving finally got him killed. (Their single mother was also murdered, and retrieving her body cost the two twelve year olds money they didn't have. She was meant to leave the country while pregnant with them, to be with their father who had already left, but port guards robbed her and kicked her back into the city. When her husband came back to make a stink, he was silenced permanently.)

Yes I was VERY into xenoblade 2 when I had this idea.

Vihan is a little bit fucked up.

I think I'll be done for now. I'll rb with more if I want to later.

[mojowitchcraft]

Writer Tag Game

Tagged by @midsummer-semantics 💘 This is wayyyyy late but I totally missed it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

31

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

380,575

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things. I never thought I was good enough to write fic before Steddie rotted my brain and I took a stab at it.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

- You’re The Ultimate (Steddie Bodyswap) - No One Rides For Free (S2-3 Getting together AU aka Part 1 of the Night Drives Series) The other 3 top fics by kudos are parts 2-4 of Night Drives so my other 3 top fics not in the series are: - Late Bloomers (Modern AU Confident Bi Steve & CompHet clueless Bi Eddie - cowritten with @arimakes ) - Hazy Shade (S2 What If based on art by @toktopus-art) - Perfect Synchronicity (Post S4 Roommates, a smutty gift for @transmascsteveharrington)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I try to respond to all of them! Before I was super involved in online fandom and interacting with the community I always used to love when authors replied to my comments and started a dialogue.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think any of them? I don't really write angst in general 🙈

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them have happy endings (or are unfinished 😬) I don't think I can pick!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No I haven't really! I've been lucky that way

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, lots hahahah Uhhh what kind? I say I tend toward smut where its light and fun and there's dirty talk? I don't tend to get very kinky for the most part. I just write stuff that I think is hot 🤷

10. Do you write crossovers?

No, I'm more into an AU where Steddie is existing in another universe or the story line is inspired by another fandom universe vs having them interact with characters from another show / universe

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! I'm open to it though!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!! Late Bloomers with Ari, linked above!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

It's gonna be Steddie, they're with me for life now.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

oh god, I don't wanna say that I doubt because I do truly want to finish them all (there's 3 at the moment and it's maddening)

16. What are your writing strengths?

oh god who knows... I think I'm funny?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely not outlining or plotting enough or figuring out the end to things (see aforementioned 3 unfinished WIPs)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

oh god I would never attempt it unless I was bilingual. If we're talking reading fic then it's really dependent on how it's handled. I've read some that I liked and some that I didn't

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, I was deep in the trenches with Harry Potter fic for a long time. I never thought I was good enough to write anything and I only wrote a very short little one shot.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

How am I to choose my babies?! At this point I honestly have no idea. I'm proud of a lot of the things that I've written, i don't know if I could pick a favourite... i don't really do favourites in general hahah

If you've made it this far consider this your tag!!

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Part 10

Part 11

Part 9

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Bayverse aged-up turtles)

Rating: R MINORS DNI: (swearing) Mentions injuries, blood, death, and violence, suggestive moments, mentions of previous SA and abuse

Raphael x OC (female character), Leonardo x OC (female character)

Tags: trigger warning mentions bruises and injuries and dark content, fluff, original character, slow burn romance, Leo and Raph fighting, jealousy, angst, good ole Rat Dad content

Leo and Rose grow closer, and Raph has an important conversation with Master Splinter.   Welcome to fluff city, population this fic kinda gets a lil spicy, but not really Also Splinter is a great Dad, love that Rat Man Mentions SA, abuse (childhood)

There was a knock at the dojo door. The hazy, light-hearted look in Leo’s eyes faded, and he cleared his throat before answering.

“It’s all good, Donnie. Come on in.”

Donatello swiftly entered the room, removed his shoes, and made his way to where they were sitting. Rose could see him literally vibrating with anticipation as he sat down across from her on the cushion where Leo had been. There was a visible change in Leo; he was more tense than he had been seconds prior, and a serious expression had replaced the playful smile. He sat stiffly next to her, legs crossed, and nodded to Donnie.

“Go ahead, Don.”

Donatello practically erupted with questions, firing them off with the speed and determination of a young Robin Williams.

“Sohowlonghavethesymptomsbeenoccuringandwhatdoyoufeelrightnowandwouldyoubeallrightwithrunningsometestsinthela-”

Leo put his hand in the air to signal Donnie to pause and looked at Rose, who was staring blankly back at his brother. She blinked a few times, and chuckled under her breath.

“Ah, what?”

Donnie snort laughed at himself. Maybe he had overdone it on the caffeine today. 

“Sorry, um..let’s start from the top. Would you be willing to run some tests in the lab with me? And also are you feeling all right?”

“Oh, yeah, sure Don-tron. Whatever you need. And yeah, I feel great actually. Like better than I’ve ever felt. No pain or anything.”

Donnie breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s great. I’m interested to see the extent of the mutagen’s repair, as well as the side effects.” Looking down, he fiddled with his wrist straps. “And I’m sorry about the uh, um..side effects. If I had known that this was a possibility I never would-”

“Stop it.” Rose reached over the table and poked Donatello gently in the forehead. The turtle looked up at her in surprise as she went on, rubbing at the spot with a hand. “You had no way of knowing this would happen, Donnie. It’s not your fault, you were just trying to help me heal faster. After all, I took a crazy risk letting a total stranger inject me with something untested.”

Rose couldn’t help but laugh at her own recklessness. She had always been the type to do crazy shit, say yes to wild nights, and this was just another example of that behavior. It had been her choice, now she had to deal with the consequences. But she had really gotten herself into a wacko situation this time.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s accurate.” Donnie cocked his head to one side, weighing what she was saying against reason. “But I’m still going to try and do some research to see if I can reverse the effects. It’s the least I can do.”

“Thanks Donnie. But honestly, if you can't, that's okay too. I think I might be okay…like this.”

Both terrapins looked at her blankly.

“I’ve always wanted to be stronger, emotionally and physically.” She paused and looked down at her teacup, clearly wrestling with something. “ A lot of …stuff happened to me..that probably wouldn’t have if I was like this, ya know?”

Leo’s shoulders tensed, and he narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked down at her.

“...what do you mean?”

Rose didn’t look at him, only continued to swirl her now very cold tea around in the cup.

“I don’t really want to get into it.”

He nodded, shooting a glance to his brother across the table.

Donnie shrugged.

The trio sat in silence for a few moments, until Don's anxiety reached its peak and he not so subtly coughed to get her attention.

Shrugging the tension off her shoulders, Rose looked up again, side-eyeing Leo as she nudged him with her shoulder playfully. “Sorry. Anyways, a wise dude said that with great power comes great responsibility...and I don’t want to let him down. I just have to learn to control it, that's all.”

Leo felt the blush rising in his face and turned his head away from her, unable to stop the smile blossoming on his lips. He nudged Rose with his elbow gently, his voice soft as he murmured into his hand.

"Dork."

Donnie however, did not understand their inside joke.

“Did-wh… why are you quoting the Spiderman comics?”

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Raph fucked up. He knew it.

After he had hit the wall (which fuckin hurt by the way) and Don had fussed over him, he could feel Rose’s eyes on him from across the room.

He didn't know what had stopped him from looking back at her- Pride? Guilt? He was definitely embarrassed; she had caught him off guard and sent him flying—a feat rarely achieved when he sparred with his brothers. And she was a tiny human, no less.

Raph also felt like a piece of shit. He knew there was no way she didn’t hear his fight with Leo.

The whole lair had echoed with his shouts, dragging Sensei and Mikey awake from their rooms, respectively. Despite his intense feelings for her, he had yelled in front of everyone he cared about that she meant nothing to him.

And when she walked off to the dojo with Leo, his hand at the small of her back as he led her out of the main area, Raph could do nothing but watch with gritted teeth.

Mikey had stopped him from following them, stepping in front and blocking his path.

“C’mon man, just calm down.”

“Get outta my way, Mikey.”

“You gotta chill out, bro.”

Raph glared down at his younger brother, fighting the intense urge to pick him up and toss him over his head like a rag doll.

Donnie piped up from the lab, bustling around between monitors and his equipment. “Leo knows what he’s doing, Raph. He’s interrogating the witness, and in ten minutes I’ll stop by to check on them.” He could hear the excitement in Donnie’s voice as he went on. “There’s so many things I want to ask her, I gotta focus- OOH I’ll make a list, yeah that’s good..” His voice drifted away as he moved further into the dark room, noises and shuffling sounds following him as he gathered his thoughts.

As Donnie rambled, Raph’s anger continued to fester like an open wound. He clenched his fists and huffed, glaring at the hall that led to the dojo. 

Leo was- interrogating her?

Knowing his brother’s methods, he took the opportunity to push past a distracted Mikey and stomp towards the dojo. The orange-banded turtle turned to him as he stormed away, exasperated.

“Raph! Leave Leo alone, dude!”

“Oh, I ain’t leavin that fucker alone.”

The turtle glowered at the dojo door as he neared it. Suddenly, he heard his father's voice.

“Raphael!”

Shit.

He stopped in his tracks.

“With me. Now, my son.”

Raph grunted loudly.

Begrudgingly, he turned away from his war path and moved to the stairs to his father's room.

As he trodded up the concrete, he recounted the many memories from his childhood of these chats. Always the hot-head, he was constantly at war with himself and the world around him, causing conflict within his family and the team. Splinter had often called him up here for one-on-one meditation sessions, allowing Raphael the space and freedom to express what was upsetting him away from his siblings. They loved him, sure. But they didn’t always understand.

“Hairu.”

Raphael heard his Sensei’s voice from the private dojo in his alcove. It was attached to his bedroom, but no one was allowed in there. Splinter had always maintained that there had to be at least one space that was just his.

Raph got it; sharing a living space with four mutant turtle sons had to have been tough.

Entering, Raphael slid the door shut behind him. He removed his shoes and joined Splinter by his tea table.

This space was much like the one downstairs, the only difference being it was much smaller and more dimly lit. The colors were different too; Splinter had used reds and blacks, with gold accents here and there. There were swords on the walls, scrolls, paintings, and other various things that either April had picked up on her travels or Splinter had gotten somehow.

April was always bringing the guys gifts, slipping into their family easily since discovering their existence years ago.

Raph wondered how she’d take the news about Rose, and chuckled to himself at the thought. It would definitely be an...interesting interaction.

April didn’t trust just anyone either.

As he was lost in thought, Splinter cleared his throat to get his son's attention.

“Ahem.”

Raph blinked, coming out of his introspection at the noise.

“Sorry, Sensei.”

“It’s all right, my son.”

The turtle poured the tea for both of them, his father’s first before his own. The teacup looked ridiculously small in his large hands, but the liquid was calming as he drank.

Splinter watched him, clearly expectant but silent patient as always. The rat’s fur was greying with age, but he was no less sharp than ever. He had played this game many times with his son, waiting for him to speak, often into the late hours of the day. 

The terrapin fiddled with his wrist wraps, looking anywhere but at his father. Despite being almost 30, Raph still struggled with talking about things like..feelings. After a few minutes, he took a deep breath and tried.

“Sensei, I-...I f-I mean.. I, uh.. messed up.”

“Go on, my son.”

“Did ya hear what happened, ya know..earlier?”

“I am a rat, my son. I can hear everything.”

Raph winced. His fight with Leo had not been quiet.

“Go on, my son.”

“So ya heard…” He trailed off.

“The argument between you and Leonardo, and the cause of the dent in our wall. Yes.” Splinter finished, amused. “It appears that our guest may be staying longer than intended.” He ventured, eyeing his son.

Raphael looked away from his father, grumbling. “Yeah, whatever.”

“What has you so troubled, my son.”

“I just..I messed up, Sensei. I think she liked me, and I said somethin stupid..and now ‘ol Fearless..” Raph brought a hand to his face, rubbing his forehead.

“Saru mo ki kara ochiru, Raphael.”

“Master, ya know I don’t speak Japanese.”

“Even monkeys fall from trees, my son.”

Raph sighed. He hated that fortune cookie muck that his Dad and Leo always spouted.

Noting his son’s frustration, Splinter explained.

“No one is perfect, Raphael. Everyone makes mistakes. Monkeys are good at climbing trees, but even they may fall. The only difference is choosing to move forward, or dwelling on the past. Fukusui bon ni kaerazu; spilt water will not return to the tray.”

Raph grunted, knowing Splinter well enough to know that he had a million of these proverbs locked and loaded, and there would be no end until he accepted it.

“Hai, Sensei.”

He could feel his father’s eyes on him still, waiting for him to continue.

Splinter always knew when he was holding back.

“Dad, I’m..ah..”

“Yes, my son?”

“I’m scared,” Raphael mumbled quietly. “What if she...can’t accept me.” His head lowered, and he sunk into his hands. Splinter rested a paw on his son's large shoulder.

“With no risk, there is no reward Raphael. Have faith, my son. You will find the answers you so desperately seek.”

Raphael looked up at his father, eyes glistening.

The guy always knew exactly what to say, he’d give him that.

“Hai, Sensei.”

Splinter rose from the table, and gestured for his son to do the same. As they strode back to the doors, Splinter couldn’t help but add one more thing.

“Oh, before I forget.”

“Yes, Master?”

“Please refrain from sparring in the main rooms in the future, my son. I’d like to limit our repairs to the dojo.” He smiled, whiskers lifting and shining in the dim light.

Raph chuckled and nodded back, grinning to himself as he left the room.

The tension from earlier had melted off his shoulders, but as he walked back downstairs he realized he now had another pressing issue: Leo.

Did he actually mean what he said earlier, or was he just being a dick?

They both knew how to push each other's buttons, and despite being grown-ass adults they still fought like kids some days; but Leo had taken it way too far this time. Raph grunted.

This is gettin way too fuckin’ complicated.

Rounding the last corner of the stairwell he could hear his brother’s voices pour out of the living room, mainly Mikey’s. He could also hear Rose’s sweet laugh bouncing off the cement walls of the Lair in response to whatever Mike was rambling on about.

“Dudette, you are like the coolest! Ever!”

“Mikey, stop! You’re embarrassing me!”

Raph stopped at the edge of the stairs and leaned on the wall, crossing his arms as he observed them. His brothers were scattered on the couches, relaxing. Mikey was seated next to Rose on the biggest sofa, excitedly yammering about something. Leo was reclining on the other sofa, reading a book, and Donnie was perched on the arm of the smaller loveseat across from Leo, drinking a juice box and amusingly observing Mikey’s antics while texting on his phone.

Probably texting April, he mused. 

“Girl, we gotta arm wrestle or something!”

Rose laughed again, and a weight settled on his heart. Her laugh was so soft and cute, and the yearning he felt in his chest listening to it was deep and aching- unsettling.

“Oh my gosh, ya goof. I’m not going to arm wrestle you.” She giggled again. “Besides, I don’t want to hurt you.” As she finished her sentence she stuck her tongue out at Mike, of course riling him up even more.

“Ohhh, now it’s ON chica! Lezz go, you and me!”

Before she could blink the orange blur was leaping off the couch, clearing off the coffee table for their battle of strength. Without looking up from his book, Leo spoke up.

“Enough, Mikey. She said no.”

“Awww c’mon Leo! Just one teeny tiny lil wrestling match?” Turning back to Rose, he put on his best puppy dog eyes. “Pleeeeaaaaaaseeeeee?”

Raph stepped out into the main room, not able to take much more of this.

Mikey could be down-right annoying when he wanted to be.

He sauntered past to his bedroom, interjecting as he passed by. He made sure to keep his eyes forward.

He couldn’t handle a confrontation with her right now, he just needed some sleep- he was so damn tired.

“Shut it, Mike. You couldn’t take her anyways. She’d break your arm.”

“Whaaaaaa? No way! That’s awesome, girl! High three!”

Rose sighed.

“I wouldn’t say it’s awesome, Mikey. I don’t know how to control my own strength yet- I could really hurt you guys. Just… be careful around me while I get this under control, ok? Promise?”

Raph was still listening as he closed his bedroom door behind him, and could hear the fear in her voice as her words echoed his own thoughts.

He certainly knew how she felt, being afraid of hurting those she cared about.

Over the years his strength surpassed his brothers, and most beings on the planet. He approached everything with a certain fragility, never letting his guard down and always being so… aware of himself.

Leaning against the door, he sighed.

He wanted so badly to talk to her, to apologize, but he couldn’t. He needed sleep, and space.

His talk with Splinter had given him some clarity, but the fight with Leo had raised more questions that he honestly didn’t know if he wanted the answers to. He couldn’t help but notice the chemistry between Rose and Leo, the way they laughed and joked around was easy and natural.

His brother cared about her, just like he did.

And when Leo wanted something, he went for it.

The feelings he didn’t want to name started to bubble over, settling in his throat, and his face contorted as he fought back the tears that were threatening to spring free. Shaking his head, Raph walked over and flopped onto his bed, closing his eyes; finally drifting off to sleep. 

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Rose stared wistfully at Raph’s now closed door, no longer listening to what Mikey and Donnie were arguing about.

After the meeting with Donnie and Leo had ended in the dojo earlier, Leo had suggested they all hang out in the living room and watch a movie together to unwind after a long and eventful night.

They had been trying to pick a movie for what felt like ages, something that Mikey and Don were very much disagreeing on, when Raph had finally appeared in the stairwell to Splinter’s room.

He hadn’t even given her a second look on his way to his room, just mumbled something to Mikey, and shut his door forcefully behind him.

She couldn't stop replaying Raphael's words in her mind: "She means nothing."

Reflecting on their past interactions, she could see that they had been solely driven by lust, with her being the one to initiate and Raph just responding. It was painfully clear now why he felt that way. As the realization settled in, a deep sadness washed over her, leaving her feeling hollow and betrayed by the illusion of something more meaningful she had sworn she had seen.

Was she just as bad as those men from her past..?

Did he not want her at all?

“Hey, you in there?”

She blinked her eyes a few times, recovering from the glazed-over look she had on her face, and turned to the source of the voice, Leo, who had moved from his spot on the couch and had knelt down in front of her.

He had been trying to get her attention after he had politely “requested” Donnie and Mikey take their argument about the best Indiana Jones movie elsewhere, as he had noticed she was staring at his brother’s bedroom door.

Rose's green emeralds softened as she focused her gaze on Leonardo.

“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.”

“It’s all right. Are you ok?”

Her vision started to blur around the edges, and the lump in the back of her throat was getting harder to choke down. She lifted a hand to her eye, rubbing at it in an attempt to keep the tears at bay.

“Um, I’ll be fine, yeah. It’s just, you know..” Rose trailed off, unable to finish her thought.

She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, feeling them cascade down her cheeks.

She really wasn't usually one to cry, always pushing through and disassociating through the pain. But with all that had happened in the past few days, everything felt like too much. It all kept piling on, pushing her to a breaking point she feared she couldn't endure.

She tried to hide her face in her hands, so he wouldn’t see her falling apart.

Leo gently reached out, pulling her hands away from her face.

"Hey," he murmured softly, his gaze full of concern. "You don't need to hide anything from me."

Rose looked up, her eyes meeting his. Leo felt his heart swell as she gazed at him, their faces so close together and his hands touching hers. It hadn’t been his intention from the beginning, but now, looking at her like this, he was realizing that he was falling for her.

With a tender smile, Leo gently scooped Rose up in his arms, effortlessly lifting her from where she sat.

As he settled back onto the couch with her in his lap, he cradled her against his plastron as she rested her head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and she melted into him like she belonged there.

With a soft sigh escaping her lips, Rose closed her eyes as she pressed a hand to his plastron, feeling the keratin against her palm and listening to his heartbeat as her breathing returned to normal. They sat like that for a few minutes in silence, before she found her voice again.

“I- uh...thanks, Leo. I think I needed that.”

“Anytime. You’ve been through a lot, you know. It’s ok to be upset about it.”

Rose took a deep breath, feeling the weight lift a little. “It has been pretty fucking insane-” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Leo nodded. “I’m here for you, if you want me to be.”

She lifted her head to look at him, eyes still watery and trailing slow tears down her cheeks.

She didn’t know what to say; no man ever said anything that kind to her before. Leo made her feel so at peace, like she could let her guard down and not worry about the world, because he would be right there, looking out for her. It was so comforting, so reassuring; She’d never had anyone in her corner like that. It was her against the world, always had been.

Her mother wasn’t the nurturing type, often reacting in extremely volatile and unpredictable outbursts during Rose’s formative years. Their father didn’t intervene often, letting her mother’s fits grow emotionally and physically violent. She learned how to protect herself, putting up an impenetrable wall so that no matter what happened on the outside, her heart would be safe.

When she hit puberty, other problems arose in her life. Men.

Men started to see her, started to desire her, in ways she didn’t understand. Rose was young, about 13 years old, when it happened the first time. Her hips and chest had come in early, and it had not gone unnoticed.

As she got to high school, and then left for college, the men in her life continually found ways to get her guard down and take advantage of her.

She was a trusting person, and those men could see it and use her weakness to their advantage.

Now, her fear had hardened to hate, and she used her strength training and intense personality to protect herself. It had gotten to the point where she had stopped letting people into her life completely, choosing to be alone. Maybe that was why she had chosen to be with Nick, someone who cared for her but was physically uninterested. It had been a safe choice.

The only reason she trusted the turtles so much was that they had saved her from those men in that alley, and had shown her nothing but kindness since and expected nothing in return for it. They made her feel safer in a few days than she had in a decade. Leo especially; the soothing baritone of his voice had a way of melting the stress like candle wax off of her shoulders, and his energy just radiated mindfulness.

And he was so pretty to look at, too. His eyes were absolutely mesmerizing, and she loved the way they seemed to sparkle with life when he smiled. Despite his serious and intense demeanor, there was also a boyish charm about him that was irresistible. And his physique? The man was dedicated to mastery of the mind, body, and soul, and it showed.

As he pulled her closer, she couldn't help but notice the strength and grace in his movements; the way his arms flexed as he held her, the way the muscles in his forearms danced under his skin as he adjusted his grip.

Leo lifted a hand to Rose’s face, his palm against her cheek as he brushed a tear away with his thumb. It rubbed delicate circles on her cheek; the warmth of his fingers tingling on her skin as his gaze swept over her face.

The air between them crackled, breaths mingling as they inched closer, drawing them nearer until the space between them had almost disappeared. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race as the world around them faded into the background, the silence between each second holding a universe within it. She felt a warmth spreading through her, the familiar gnawing want settling into her core.

Leo felt himself lean in further, his hand slowly moving from her cheek to rest at the back of her neck. She dipped her head back slightly, responding to his touch. His heart was hammering in his chest so hard it felt like it would explode.

Rose felt the haze of longing wash over her as Leo's face grew closer to hers, her eyes fluttering as she felt his snout brush against her nose.

His lips were right there, and they were soft and full, and so damn kissable.

Leo let his lips graze over hers, her breath hitching at the contact. She shivered as his soft skin brushed against her pout, breath mingling as she whispered his name.

“..Leo.”

He tensed under her, and she heard a low groan rumble from his chest.

“What the hell am I doing”, he thought. “Slow. Down.”

Leo closed his eyes and sighed, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Sorry, I don���t know what came over me.”

He leaned back against the couch and opened his eyes, fully looking at her now, his expression serious. He could see the surprise on her face and felt a pang of guilt.

“Did I upset you?”

She gave him a shy smile and lifted her small hand to trace along his neck with her fingertip, his jaw clenching at the contact. She continued to watch his muscles respond as her nail drew invisible patterns on his green pebbled skin.

“No, Leo, I’m not upset. Confused, maybe?”

Her gaze flicked up to his eyes and she noted the hunger visible in the now darker blue. He licked his lips, thoughts evident, but remained still and unmoving. She went on.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Leo nodded.

“Why didn’t you kiss me just now?”

Rose's voice was barely above a whisper, her heart pounding as her fingers brushed further up his neck.

Leo's expression softened, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. He sighed.

She'd appreciate honesty. 

"I wanted to," he admitted, his voice gentle. "But I don't want to rush things. And I didn’t ask your consent for it, which is important to me. You mean too much to me, to our family, to ruin something because I’m being selfish." He paused, his gaze searching hers with sincerity. "So... I won’t kiss you until you ask me to."

She had stopped her caress of his skin and was staring at him dumbfoundedly.

“I..I-don’t know what to say to that, Leo.”

"I do." Blue eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned in to her again, his voice low and playful. "Do you want to go to bed?" he whispered, the hint of a suggestive smile playing on his lips.

Rose turned bright red, the steam practically shooting out of her ears.

“LEO!”

“What? I’m tired, aren’t you?” He said, laughing.

Rose rolled her eyes and smacked his arm.

“Besides,” Leo went on, “Someone is starting their training tomorrow, and should get some rest. You’ll need it.” He pinched her thigh, earning a yelp.

Rose stuck her tongue out at him while she rubbed her leg. “..could kick your ass..” she muttered under her breath.

Before she could even blink Leo sat up from the couch and hefted her up onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Rose squawked from the sudden movement, then collapsed into laughter. He started to walk towards his room; jostling her around as much as possible to make her laugh and cling to him even more. 

“Oh yeah, tough guy?”

“Leo! Put- haha- Put me down!”

He was all smiles until he set her down at the doorway to his room, the ache is in heart thrumming louder as she stepped over the threshold of his doorway; he hadn't had a woman in his bedroom since-   

“This is definitely on brand for you, Leo.”

He turned around to see her taking in the aesthetic of his bedroom, a knowing smirk on her face as she studied her surroundings; the Japanese decor and bamboo here and there, the band posters on the walls, and the unmistakable NYC vibe of a neon light on the wall that said “All We Have Is Now” bathing the room in a cool light blue hue.

It was so, so Leonardo.

“Yeah, I’ve put a lot of work into making this my space,” he said, taking his gear off and placing his katanas on their stands.

He tried to shake off the weight in his chest as his hands busied themselves, eyeridge furrowed as he blinked away the memories. He turned away for a moment, trying to gather himself back up from his own mind. 

Not now. 

He could hear Rose move behind him, hear her graceful footsteps as she took in everything about his bedroom, listening as her fingers dragged over the spines of his books- Like Raph, he also had a bookshelf in his room.

The difference between the two men however, was that Leo had books on his shelf that he actually read, and read frequently. Raph just liked the aesthetic.

He turned over his shoulder and watched her eye his titles, his comics, with an amused look on her face. 

Just like-

Rose walked over to his shelf of bonsai trees, and gasped when she saw the water feature below he had spent months making.

It was a stone basin with a bamboo spout trickling water into it, with emerald moss covering one side of the lip of the basin like a soft blanket. There was a wooden ladle on the lip of the basin, facing down. Leo came up next to her, humored by her fascination.

She's cute like this, so animated. 

“It’s for purification before prayer at shrines, the Japanese word for it is Temizu. Splinter and I are the only practicing Shintoists in the lair, despite him raising us all the same.” Leo gave an irritated huff as he rolled his eyes.

“It’s beautiful, Leo.”

He smiled, soft and tender as he kept his eyes on his creation. “Thanks, it wasn’t easy to build. Don helped a ton. Sensei and I have had to improvise a lot down here,” he chuckled to himself. “I purify my blades after battles in it, rather than hand washing.”

“I see, makes sense.”

Rose lifted the dipper from where it rested and filled it, then poured it over her left hand, then right. She let the water drip down the handle into the basin before settling it back down to rest where it had lain. She breathed a sigh, and turned back to Leo as he stared, a bewildered look on his face.

“What.”

“How did you know to do that?”

“I traveled Japan for a bit, remember?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

She tried to hide it, but she couldn’t help but laugh at him. He was just so adorable, and the way he fumbled made her heart melt.

“Anyways,” he ventured, “the room I told you about won’t be cleared out until tomorrow, so until then you’re welcome to crash here if you’d like. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

“Wait, you’re not staying?”

“Of course not. I meant what I said earlier.” He raised an eyebrow ridge at her playfully, and turned to leave. “Mikey grabbed your stuff and threw it next to my bed, hopefully everything’s there. Otherwise goo-”

“Leo, wait.”

Rose gripped his arm lightly, stopping the turtle in his tracks. He looked down at her and saw it in her eyes, the fear seeping out of her every pore and filling the room with anxious energy.

“I want you to stay, Leo. Please.”

Everything in his body tensed as she held him there, prisoner. 

No.

Not...I-

“I can’t, Rose.”

“Please... When I’m alone I-...I think about…just-please. I’m-”

He sighed deeply, turning to face her again as his hands lifted to grip her shoulders, eyes searching hers, uncertainty etched across his face.

Leo swallowed hard.

“I just… I can't.”

“No, I mean I get it, but...” She reached up, placing a hand on his plastron, her voice trembling. “Please. Stay.”

He stared into the deep green of her gaze, his own eyes blinking back the hurt as the familiar burn crept back into his throat. “I ...,” he started, dropping his arms from their grip on her shoulders. Leo took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he finished his thought. “I can't," he said firmly. "As much as I want to."

Rose nodded, hearing him but unable to hide the disappointment in her eyes. "I get it," she whispered, forcing a small smile. "You’re right. Sorry I got a little weird there.”

He shook his head, mirroring her expression. “Can I offer a solution for tonight?”

“Okay…?”

Letting go of her, Leo pulled out his phone and handed it to her, the contacts page open.

“If you can’t fall asleep, or wake up during the night, you can just text or call me if that’s easier than heading out to the living room. If you want to, that is.”

She took the phone, punching in her info.

With a playful grin, Rose grabbed Leo's arm and pulled him closer. "Come on, you need a contact photo for me," she said, holding up the phone to snap a selfie. Leo chuckled, leaning in as their faces pressed together, his arm wrapping around her shoulders.

As she snapped the photo, she turned her head and kissed his cheek.

He was caught off guard, his eyes widening in surprise as a warm blush spread across his face in the photo.

"Perfect," she said, beaming as she saved the picture to his phone, and sent herself a text and the photo. "Now you'll always have a reason to smile when I text you."

Leo couldn't help the lovesick look on his face, his heart swelling with affection as he glanced down at the photo, the feel of her kiss still lingering on his cheek. "I definitely will," he murmured, unable and unwilling to wipe the goofy smile off his lips.

“Well, you should get going then, shouldn’t you?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

“Text me?”

Leo turned back from the door, and smirked at her.

“As you wish.”

“You’re such a dork!”

“You love it. Goodnight, Rose.”

She watched him leave, the door closing softly behind him, and felt a deep ache in her chest. As she climbed into bed and flicked off the neon light, the room felt empty and hollow without him in it. She curled up under the covers, darkness enveloping her.

Leo’s sheets were a comfy fabric, soft but cool to the touch, and of course blue. It was comforting being wrapped in his colors, like he was still there, and she could smell him on the linen clearly. He smelled like the ocean and sea glass, with a hint of sandalwood. It smelled so good in his room too; everything smelled like Leo.

As she laid there and tried to drift off to sleep, the thoughts she had been dancing around all day slowly crept to the forefront of her mind. Despite her talk with Leo about it, her guilt about what happened was eating her alive. The faces of those men flashed around her skull, haunting the darkness behind her eyelids. She could still see the blood, there was so much blood.

Just when her panic started to reach her throat, choking off her breath, her phone pinged.

It was Leo.

Blue: You up?

Shit sorry, that sounds bad. I mean it genuinely lol

Emerald: lol dork

yeah, I couldn’t fall asleep

how’s couch city?

Blue: oh it sucks, pretty sure Mikey stuffed rocks in here on purpose lol

I hope you’re enjoying my nice, cozy bed. I’m not jealous and regretting this decision at all

Emerald: it’s soooo comfy oh my gosh, I’m currently starfished out and using allll your pillows haha

Blue: Jerk

Are you doing ok though? Like really?

Emerald: You kinda just saved me from a freak out actually, so thanks

Blue: Anytime, that’s what heroes do after all

Emerald: If your ego gets any bigger, your head won’t fit through the door you know

Kidding aside, I appreciate you a lot Leo. You’re kind of amazing.

Blue: No, I’m nothing special. I care about you a lot, that’s all.  Are you feeling any better?

Emerald: I’m getting there. I think I’m ready to try and sleep again though

Blue: All right, sleep well. I’m right here if you need me.

Emerald: Thanks, Blue. Goodnight. <3

Blue: Night.

[a-flaming-idiot]

So. What is The Scene™ for Titan Spawn?

Ok, that's a bit of a larger ask and since there's really a The Scene™ for every chapter, I'll just go through them all.

Ch. 1 Since it was the start I wasn't really focused on one scene. Though the first scene of Luz falling is probably my favorite. Though every time I go back to read it I kind of get jumpscared by just how brutal I made it.

Ch. 2 It was a long while ago so my memory is a bit hazy but I think I was really looking forward to the scene of Luz and Eda talking through the door. Honestly, that was fun to write and created some of the funnier lines in the fic.

Ch.3 This whole chapter was a lot more all over the place since I didn't really plan it too much. Though I guess you could count the scene with Luz and Willow accidentally embarrassing Amity since I'd gotten stuck prior to that. Plus it was just a fun scene and I liked fucking with early Amity.

Ch. 4 100% the Luz vs Eda fight. I loved getting the chance to make these two characters who would basically never fight get into an absolute brawl! Plus the fact TS!Luz has a completely different set of abilities compared to canon Luz, so getting to have her maul Eda was fun.

Ch. 5 Really this chapter was just one big scene so you could say Vee and Luz's interaction as a whole. but I think the part I liked the most and looked forward to was the part where Vee trips and sees Luz get that little bit sad from realizing she hadn't met another demon like her. And Vee thinks that disappointment is about to turn into murderous rage only for Luz to just help her up. It's fun and sweet, it was a lot of fun and it's one of the scenes I go back and read on its own.

Ch. 6 It's a little hard to say but I'd put it to the Amity, Vee, and Luz confrontation near the end. That was just a lot and put all the characters at odds in an interesting way. It was fun and the beginning of AmiVee.

Ch. 7 This was a more last-minute and quick chapter but I'd say probably Vee and Eda's argument at the dinner table. Again, characters you don't typically see at odd. (Though funny enough they end up getting into conflict in the very next chapter... then two chapters after that... Eda and Vee weirdly fight a lot.)

Ch. 8 Ok this one is easier, the scene of Vee(I'm realizing a lot of these are Vee-related) and Xylene talking. I seriously was just repeating Vee's line of “By making everyone so scared they hunt us all back into extinction?!?!” over and over in my head since the two of us brainstormed it together. It was so good!

Ch. 9 This one is kind of harder since I was really just excited by the concept of the coven coins so I was kind of excited for this whole chapter. But stuff like the Eda potioneering flashback was wonderful to write and so fun!

Ch. 10&11 Oh ho ho ho... Really you could call this whole chapter The Scene™ of this fic! Sash, you know well of the amount I hyped of this chapter, as does @mixit-exists. I hyped up this set of chapters so much and was practically salivating at the thought of making it since making chapter 3! And then it nearly killed me! But seriously, The Scene™ of this chapter is 100% Vee's fight with Inner Luz. That singular fucking scene, I am not kidding, created like half the fic! Why did I want Vee to stay in the demon realm? That scene. Why did I decide to give Vee magic? That scene. Why is Vee Luz's older sister against the more typical characterizations? That scene. Why did I write Amity the way I did? Well it was actually to silently set up for Willumity that soon turned into AmiV- JK! IT WAS THAT FUCKING SCENE! That one scene is why we are here now...

Ch. 12 Again, this was a more hodgepodge chapter, so there wasn't exactly one scene. Though Eda's scene was very interesting and that last kind of twist of the knife after DD that will haunt her character for the rest of the fic.

Ch. 13 This chapter ain't done but...

Of course there are plenty more scenes in the future that I am so anxious to write! Like for example in chapter 14 when Lilith [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] Luz and Eda has to come in and [CENSORED] [CENSORED]. Oh, or when Eberwolf and Darius come to the school to [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED]! That's gonna be so much fun. Not to mention much later when [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] and Lilith appear to hold down Luz with magic before [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] And Vee [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] crying in Eda's arms, still covered in vomit. And we can't forget the entire season 1 finale with Belos [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] Luz [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] glyph [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] KA-BOOM!

Oh that's all gonna be so much fun... you know?

[cwcontentcreator]

100 Quirky Fun Life Hacks

1. Use a paper clip to fix a broken zipper pull.

2. Freeze grapes to chill white wine without diluting it.

3. Store bed sheets inside their matching pillowcase.

4. Use a trousers hanger as a cookbook holder.

5. Put a wooden spoon over boiling water to prevent overflows.

6. Use muffin tins for condiment assortments at BBQs.

7. Place a rubber band around an open paint can to wipe your brush.

8. Use nail polish to differentiate keys.

9. Cut soft cheese or cake with unscented dental floss.

10. Use a squeegee to remove pet hair from furniture.

11. Put pancake mix in a ketchup bottle for a no-mess experience.

12. Use old newspaper to deodorize food containers.

13. Clean your keyboard with sticky notes.

14. Use a can opener to safely open blister packs.

15. Amplify your phone’s speaker with a cup.

16. Use ice cubes to remove furniture indentations in carpet.

17. Use a banana peel to shine shoes.

18. Put a dry towel in the dryer to speed up the drying process.

19. Use a hanging shoe rack to organize cleaning supplies.

20. Use toothpaste to clear up hazy car headlights.

21. Drop Alka-Seltzer tabs to clean a toilet.

22. Freeze aloe vera gel in ice cube trays for sunburn relief.

23. Store ice cream in a zip-top bag to keep it soft.

24. Use a bread tab to hold your spot on a roll of tape.

25. Thread a necklace through a straw to prevent tangling.

26. Blow-dry your mirror to prevent fogging.

27. Use a pool noodle to fill your mop bucket.

28. Use a tennis ball to hold pens or as a towel holder.

29. Clean sneakers with toothpaste.

30. Use a lint roller to clean out your purse or backpack.

31. Use a pasta ladle to measure one serving of spaghetti.

32. Use a pillowcase to clean ceiling fans.

33. Place a rubber band around an open paint can to wipe your brush.

34. Use a post-it note when drilling to catch dust.

35. Wrap gifts with fabric for reusable wrapping.

36. Flip a toaster on its side for grilled cheese.

37. Prevent pot boiling over with a wooden spoon.

38. Infuse olive oil with garlic for instant bread dip.

39. Freeze lemon slices and water for instant refreshing drinks.

40. Use a hair straightener to iron collar edges.

41. Cook two pizzas at once by cutting them in half and laying them flat.

42. Use a microfiber cloth to clean your glasses with vinegar.

43. Use a carabiner to carry multiple grocery bags.

44. Freeze a sponge in a zip bag for an ice pack that won’t drip.

45. Write with a whiteboard marker on appliances to track perishables.

46. Use an egg slicer for equally sliced mushrooms.

47. Put a damp sponge in the microwave to disinfect it.

48. Layer scented dryer sheets between sheets for a fresh bed.

49. Soak a sponge in water and soap, freeze it for a DIY ice pack that cleans.

50. Use binder clips to fix a broken keyboard foot.

51. Make a tablet stand from a cutting board and a scrunchie.

52. Stash emergency cash in a ChapStick tube.

53. Plant herbs in a wine rack with glass jars.

54. Organize cables with binder clips on a desk edge.

55. Clean blender by blending water and soap.

56. Stuff newspaper in wet shoes for quick drying.

57. Use a muffin tin to serve condiments at a picnic.

58. Turn a magazine holder into a shelf by mounting it sideways.

59. Keep apple slices from browning with a rubber band.

60. Use a plastic bottle as a makeshift watering can.

61. Drop a few marshmallows into brown sugar to prevent hardening.

62. Clean your iron by ironing salt on wax paper.

63. Use a vegetable peeler to slice cheese thinly.

64. Sharpen scissors by cutting fine-grit sandpaper.

65. Use crayons as emergency candles.

66. Place a wooden spoon in a pot to prevent boiling over.

67. Make your own ice pack by freezing dish soap.

68. Organize your closet by hanging bags with shower curtain rings.

69. Keep cords organized with bread tags.

70. Use a colander to evenly distribute powdered sugar.

71. Make a DIY sprinkler with a punctured plastic bottle.

72. Use a wine cork to safely store needles.

73. Store sheet sets inside their corresponding pillowcase.

74. Freeze coffee in ice cube trays for undiluted iced coffee.

75. Use beeswax to waterproof shoes.

76. Use a magnetic strip to organize bobby pins and tweezers.

77. Remove pet hair with a squeegee.

78. Use old CD racks for bagel sandwich holders.

79. Use a potato to unscrew a broken lightbulb.

80. Use a salad spinner to fluff down jackets.

81. Use glasses as a makeshift smartphone tripod.

82. Keep your earbuds in a mint container when not in use.

83. Seal plastic bags with the top of a water bottle; cut the top off and slide the bag through the neck.

84. Convert a cardboard box into a makeshift sled.

85. Turn a plastic bottle into a makeshift piggy bank.

86. Keep a bar of soap in the same drawer as your dirty laundry to keep it smelling fresh.

87. Use old socks as sleeves to protect drinks from warming or hands from cold.

88. Use a wine bottle as a rolling pin.

89. Make a no-sew pet bed from an old sweater.

90. Cut an old milk jug into a dustpan.

91. Use a yoga mat under rugs for extra no-slip safety.

92. Use a waffle iron to make cinnamon rolls.

93. Turn a bread clip into a holder for tapes on a tape roll.

94. Put Vaseline on the end of a nail polish bottle for easy opening.

95. Use a vegetable peeler to make chocolate curls.

96. Use a pill container to organize jewelry when traveling.

97. Use a shower cap to cover the bottom of shoes in your luggage.

98. Use a lemon to freshen up your garbage disposal.

99. Use a rubber band around an open paint can for excess paint wiping.

100. Use clear nail polish to stop a run in your stockings.

[anosci]

(407-422 albums etc that I’ve listened to this year, copied from twitter) (now with art. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] [26] [27] [28])

names and thoughts below cut

407/ VA - Mirror Image: A Link to the Past ReMixed (2017) the !!!s: "Once Upon an Adventure" stuck with me most i think. the sound design!! "Excuse Me, Princess" fun take on an underrated theme "Dungeon Shuffle" peak blind banger "The Darkest World" rly cool arrangement here

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408/ Kliptown - Kliptown I (2023) short but sweet little romp. futuregaragey? beats. "Stay" does a silly vocal thing that i kind of love "Sunday Groove" second fav

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409/ Rabit - Les Fleurs Du Mal (2017) abstract. feels like a story. doesn't mesh with me particularly well… :\

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410/ Emptyset - Skin (2017) maximum pedal tone!!! this slaps actually. all 4 tracks lol

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411/ VA - All Nighter Vol. 8 (2023) various! so: "chucho" feels good banger :) feels like a modern take on what joesph nothing was doing 20 years ago. love the cuteness within "TELEWORK". "Hueshift." slappy. "CLEAN JOBS" god damn. dirty and clean at the same time! massiv.

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412/ Ghetto Lee Lewis - Heretic Sinphony (2017) imo this is one damn good track with several bonus tracks attached. "Embrace the Darkness" hell yeah im embracing it

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413/ YoshiBlade - Candy Corn II: The Sequeling (2017) back to bang backers. i am not much a fan of the narration, even though it's not bad. however: Cave Mushrooms!!! "Be Kind, Rewind" is a good take on a classic too

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414/ VA - SOUND WAVES: A Tribute to Ecco the Dolphin (2016) mixed bag. way more guitar than i was anticipating, which isnt rly my thing. tho the postrock chill-ish stuff is good ("Scrolling Madness" f.ex) the live(?) jams are more my pace, ie "Aquamarine Bagel". & the lush stuff!

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415/ Abdicant - Nothing we do will persist (2023) smtimes skeptical of "ambient" music as it can either be boring or soul-enveloping. luckily this has some bangers: "Premonition" hits right "The final self portrait" dark cold night.<3 "Proton Decay" beautiful use of pulse waves!

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416/ VA - Detroit XI (2017) mixed bag etc! "Motor City Motorcade" unlocked some strange nostalgic feeling in me. "Aeroplanefunk" is my overall fav i think. surprised how low this ranked compared to some other personal hilights on my list!

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417/ Anonymous Various Artists - Covert 4 (2023) very mixed bag, but from a damn good collective. two specifics: "Ronck67" has this sleazy soundscape draped over the outline of hip hop. delicious. "Damaged Cells" has such a specific timbre that i dig. simple maybe, but precise.

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418/ VA - Summer Chip VII (2017) mixed bag etc etc I'd like to first highlight "sleep paralysis" for being insanely cool. i love love that hazy composition! after that: "movement phase" holy shit "Coda-Cola Zone" holy shitttttttttt (bangerest!)

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419/ Mia Koden - Decode (2023) dusty old nighttime musics. weirdly nostalgic??? i hate to say retro toonami but…. retro toonami. vibes. "10easy" especially

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420/ VA - Secret of Mana: Resonance of the Pure Land (2017) mixed bag etc etc there's a good variety in here tbh however, i must say: "Kaleidoscope"? microtones in my ocrs? this rules. other hilits are "No Cab, Fan Pride: Boku No Infinite Thotty Gaiden" (fun!!!) and "Steel and Wubz" (fub woby!!) last album of the year! onward to the next <3

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Thursday 2 November 1837

7 50

11 40

damp hazy morning shower of small snow Flying about now at 8 50 and F34° out till 9 then breakfast – A- just made it, and then went to Mr. Horner – out about 9 ¾ about till Holt came between 11 and 12 when A- had SW-  – shewed H- the agreement drawn up by Messrs. Holt and Thomas – to which I would not agree – would not pay more than 2/3 of the money on the engines’ working and would keep 1/3 in hand till after the warranty of the engine (say 6 instead of 12 months) was over – H- thought this very right – I had settled for H- and Booth to meet engine Holt here o Monday – when H- said he had been at L.E.P. and at Airgate pit, and believed the latter would be very nearly if not quite out of water – there is a throw up of 5 or 6 yards – all are of opinion this is the case, but it can be ascertained by Monday – well then said I, we can do without an engine at all at Listerwick – yes! agreed to wait another week before proceeding farther about the engine – and now in great hope of doing without it till wanted for the Incline – this (if true) will be the 1st piece of luck about the colliery – told H- to bring with him on Monday his calculation of what the colliery will make at Listerwick – he said it would not make so much the 1st year or 2 on account of there being ‘so much yarding’ and straight work that is driving water level, etc but thought it would make as much afterwards as their (the Holts’) colliery at the top of the hill – that is four hundred a year I did not take much notice of this apparently but thought within myself that surely I having no £80 per acre rent to pay ought to clear more than the Holts clean tho’ perhaps the charges for agency may = rent – I said I should try the colliery under H-‘s management with Joseph Mann as bottom steward and Robert as Banksman – H- proposed having a bookkeeper – but I thought this might be done without while the concern was confined to Listerwick? yes! said H- he meant there should be a bookkeeper at the Incline – but I think £400 or £500 a year would hardly afford the salary of a regular bookkeeper – the Banksman might suffice at Listerwick? – I said I meant the coal to pay for the Incline; and it must wait accordingly – then on H-‘s going a little while with A- then in my own room a little while then again with A- near ½ hour and then out from before 2 till dark – George took Mangnall to Mr. Wheatleys’ between 10 and 11 this morning and left him there – Robert + 3 at the bur walling against the road where the entrance gates were (the new wall and much more tumbled down in consequence of the platform stuff laid against it) Jack Green and David Mann filling up the 2 stall stable to level of cowhouse and making overflow drain to farmyard low trough this afternoon – some while with A- came in at 6 ¼ dressed  wrote and sent this evening by Sam Booth letter to ‘Mrs. Thompson Register Office Coney street, York post paid’ only inquiring this morning gave up the arrangement alluded to in my letter of yesterday – wish to know if she has a footman that will suit – should be glad of a man of good character to be engaged by the week or month for the next 3 months – to let me know the terms asked – dinner at 7 ¼ - tea – read the newspaper – A- read French – then we each wrote our journal – told her as I wrote it what had passed today with Holt – said I had not ventured to tell it before for fear of the news being

Joseph M- told me this evening Holt said 8/. but sure the mine from L.E.P. to L.P. could not be done for less than 9/. a yard = 180 yards = £81

105

186

and the mine from L.P. to Airgate pit fetching up all the level could not be done for less than 15/. a yard = 140 yards

too good to be true – wintery morning – snow showers and rain – small rain and damp this afternoon but on the whole tolerably fair from about 2 pm that the men could work out of doors – then till 10 ¾ read a little in Murray’s encyclopedia of geology on Indian botany – came upstairs at 10 ¾ at which hour F34 ½°

[jordansriver]

Sorry this is long. Content warning for grooming.

I was 8 when I started talking, or, flirting with strangers on the internet. Most of them were just a one time thing and we never talked again. But there were some guys that ended up being my friends.

The first guy was 16 when I was 8. We met on a minecraft server on the ps3, and we started chatting and playing together very often. It was normal at first, but as time passed he started being more affectionate, and eventually started making sexual comments to me, always pointing out that he was surprised I knew what they meant.

One time we were playing his girlfriend joined the game, and she was angry that I was talking to him. I kept insisting I was just a friend, and pointing out the fact they were twice my age. She finally calmed down and we played for a while. I don't know why we stopped talking, probably when I realized what I was doing and tried to delete every conversation we had. My memory's a bit hazy after that, but I'm pretty sure I told him that what we were doing wasn't right, and I blocked him.

After that, my dad sold the ps3 so I didn't talk to anyone else there. But I had my phone (Well, my grandmother's used phone) and I had amino installed. I remember those nights very clearly, alone in my room, using my phone behind my mothers back and talking on group chats about almost anything.

I was 10 when I started talking to this guy, he 16 and I meet him on one of those Family group chats people made on amino. He was funny even though he was a bit of a guilt tripper, always getting me to defend him.

I was made fun of often at school, so the first time he said something sexual to me I felt gross, but at the same time I was glad. He didn't know how I looked and the only thing we did was chat, so I was happy he liked my personality.

I still knew it was wrong, I remember reading those texts and not knowing how to respond so I tried to only show discomfort towards them, when I knew it only made me excited. He kept trying and at some point I had gotten tired of him, he kept saying the same stuff, so I went all in with the annoyed act. I still liked it, I was simply getting bored of it.

When I was 11 going on 12, I started talking with some other guy not because I was searching someone else, it simply just happened. We joked around a lot, and made all kinds of sexual jokes, which at some point started to get more serious.

One day I got back from school and opened my phone, excited to talk to him. When I looked at his chat I saw a message that made me feel ill, he was confessing that he had a crush on me. That's when I realized what was happening, I didn't like him, I liked the attention he gave me, the desire he showed for me. I didn't want anything else, so I blocked him. That was the last time I ever spoke to someone like that.

Those are the ones I remember more vividly. There were others that were also my friends who flirted with me but they didn't stood out to me as much.

[jetjetjet]

Fuck it, here’s the life of aizawa timeline in comparison to the 1-A kids

(Taking the present to be the beginning of the UA school year) He is 30 (turning 31, since his birthday is in NOVEMBER)

He was born fifteen years before the whole class. (Well, at least for deku, anyway.)

Oboro dies in his second year, and second semester (This is what the wiki says, I don’t trust it) of UA, meaning Aizawa would have either JUST turned 17, or is going to turn 17 (I think him being 17 would make more sense as internships happen during the SUMMER BREAK, which would be AFTER aizawa’s birthday). 1-A would currently be around 1 or 2 depending on their birthdays.

He graduated school when he was 18 (march). Class 1-A would either be 3 or 4. I guess this would be the year that he could even be called a pro/underground hero? Although I’m not sure how actual pro hero licenses and stuff like that works honestly.

Mha vigilantes start (April-ish) when Aizawa’s 25 (turning 26). 1-A would be around 10 or 11

And it takes up around three years and Aizawa is a teacher by the end of it. But since Midnight put in an application near the beginning of the manga, and I swear to god there was a scene where Aizawa actually decided he would be a teacher I literally can not find the chapter (Well I think, but mha vigilantes is pretty hazy in my memory), I’m going to take a guess and say he’s been teaching for three years.

Which would mean he had been teaching from the age of 28-ish (his birthday fucks everything up, 28 turning 29 guys, and I don’t think my guy was teaching in the final year of vigilantes honestly). 1-A is 13 or 14 depending on their birthdays.

And when I was going through the manga I kept seeing mentions of him having expelled 154 students?? It might be for a gag honestly, but if he taught not just the hero classes through all year levels, it could totally be possible that he expelled that many students 💀💀💀

Ya know what fuck I hate birthdays, mha 1-a time travel fics where they save oboro doesn’t really make sense (unfortunately) but who the fuck cares it’s a fic, what is canon to y’all anyway 💀💀

End of post. Goodbye

[soapdispensersalesman]

Thank you :) <3

1. Are you named after anybody?

My name is Caesár, and one would probably expect me to be named after the obvious, but the reality is that my mom had this colleague at work she thought was named Caesar and she really liked the name! Later it turned out his name was Ricardo LOL just to be clear she didn't name me after him, but came up with the name because of him

Citty was not picked from anyone else.

2. When was the last time you cried?

My nightmare scenario came out when my dear cat Mimi was hit by a car and died, my mom called me crying :( that was the first time in two years that I cried.

3. Do you have kids?

Was given the opportunity to become a dad three years ago, but turned down the opportunity. I would love to have kids sometime, but not until I'm in my 30s

4. What sports have you played?

I have done athletics, golf, cricket, and badminton when I was younger. I have been contemplating on doing baseball, but finances and time management are tough right now.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

All the time, unfortunately I have a very monotonous voice so it's difficult to tell whether I'm serious or not (everyone always assumes I'm serious for some reason yet my theatre school teachers said I wasn't convincing as an actor)

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Either eyes or hair

7. What's your eye color?

Dark brown but hazel in the sun

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings for sure!

9. Any talents?

I can juggle and make puns

10. Where were you born?

Utrecht

11. What are your hobbies?

I'd say making art, music and Mega Man Battle Network memes, but the art and music stuff is a bit at out of the hobby area. I'd love to get some now hobbies outside of that.

12. Do you have any pets?

Not in my current apartment, but we have a cat in the family home, who's missing his twin sister :(

13. How tall are you?

6'1 gangg

14. Favorite subject in school?

Lunch XD all jokes aside I liked the arts & crafts classes as well as drama and PE

15. Dream job?

I don't dream about working. Ideally, I would love to be able to work in the arts and cultural sector and do some art and music stuff, but don't have any passions about becoming wealthy or contributing to the economy.

Do I even have 15 mutuals to throw this at?

AAAAAH for sure yeah, I literally just woke up and my mind is too hazy, if you see this on your dashboard take this opportunity, I'm tagging YOU (Soulja Boy Tell Em)

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

(Starting a new post because the chain was getting long af)

The rules are: Answer the 15 questions and tag 15 of your mutuals.

Tagged by @joethebeau (thank you!)

Are you named after anyone?

No but my parents definitely got carried away with name meanings so my given name means something like "Wisdom Reborn". Truly had a lot of expectations to subvert from birth.

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago because I watched Helluva Boss S2 E6 and it hit something in me in a way I can't really explain.

3. Do you have kids?

No and I never will. At least not biologically. Now if I ever end up in a poly situation where everyone's gung-ho about adopting and we have enough of a "village" support system we'll talk.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I played basketball and soccer as a kid. The basketball I was good at because I was comparatively short and my entire job was basically to tackle people without getting fouled. The soccer I was horrible at and only played because my dad forced me. Then I did a bit of weightlifting during my BA but now I am a lazy/sleepy couch potato.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

To the point where I have to clarify to my friends that I'm not serious at least once during every conversation.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I don't know... the vibes?

7. What's your eye color?

Base color is a kind of gray-green. About a third of my right eye is brown with gold on the edges. The left has a spot of brown surrounded by gold.

8. Scary movies or Happy endings

Both

9. Any talents?

Uh. Writing? I guess? Drawing? People think I'm funny and I try to be funny on purpose a lot so I think the 60-80% silliness success rate makes me decent at being funny. Being loud...?

10. Where were you born?

USA. Could be worse but it is not a good time.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, drawing, watching documentaries, reading, meteorology...

12. Do you have any pets?

Two dogs: Luna (pit shepherd mix) and Eggsy (rat terrier). They are anxious and traumatized and have to take meds for it.

13. How tall are you?

5'6" and I would've been taller if my mom hadn't forced the whole household to join her on a dairy-free diet when I was like 8-10.

14. Favorite subject in school

English or science- depends on who's teaching it tbh

15. Dream Job?

Court Jester. I was born in the wrong generation.

That or professional storm chaser.

Tagging: @caffeine-or-death @fizzybugpop @fyodorkitkat @daz4i @aroacesigma @vikkerli @cosmere-cat @kandrakelsier @hexusproductions @stop-that-llama @iratherouge @f0r3v3r-f4ng1rl1ng @cannibalilly @engiiiiiii @jinxedlucky

[robosucka]

FTX's very bad november

here are some bullet points of the key things that happened to stupid 'it turns out it was never actually a business' 40 billion dollar cryptocurrency exchange FTX this month. very funny please read more!

FTX is the 'smart, legal, pro-regulation' bitcoin exchange (a bank) beloved by athletes and US Senators alike. They are one of the five largest businesses in the crypto space, and are valued at up to $32,000,000,0000 (32B USD). 1b. FTX mints its own token, 'FT Token / FTT', which has a use-case for their advanced trading services as well as serving as a speculative asset that represents consumer trust.

2. FTX establishes a sister firm, "Alameda Research", which acted as its own market actor and research publisher. Alameda Research also have massive resources on their balance sheet.

3. When the Terra / Luna stablecoin disastrously lost its peg to the dollar earlier this year, crypto lost $60B of valuation. Everything fell, but unlike some stuff, FTT recovered. 3b. during this crisis, Alameda stepped in as a 'lender of last resort'; bailing out the liquidity-crisis-shocked crypto businesses by selling them emergency loans.

4. On November 02 (two weeks ago!) Coindesk published an exposé showing that a lot of Alameda Research's balance sheet was, basically, IOU's from FTX - the lender of last resort was a shell game.

5. at this point (i'm hazy on details!) the three FTX founders - "the Crypto King" "SBF"; Gary; and Nishad - start fighting a lot on twitter about something offline, in particular with their competitors Binance, the #1 company in the crypto space.

6. Binance sells all the FTT in its vaults. Billions of dollars' worth?

7. The market value of an FTT drops from $24 USD to $3. (an 87.5% drop in value)

8. 36 hours later, seeing FTX about to declare bankruptcy, Binance offers to buy FTX in a bailout. Binance lawyers ask to see FTX's most secret internal accounting documents. 8b. FTX provides something, which Binance aren't happy with, and Binance backs out of their offer to buy FTX.

9. a "hacker" steals between $300M-$500M USD worth of various coins and tokens from not only FTX's 'hot wallet' (actual liquid funds) but ALSO from its 'cold wallets' (which an outside hacker has no access to). 9b. in transferring these funds out of FTX and into a wallet for Tether (a stablecoin), the "hacker" doesn't have enough "TRX" to pay the gas to actually move the money. so they panic and uses TRX from their own wallet.

10. That wallet was on the Kraken ecosystem, and TRX is for the Tron Network, and both Tron and Kraken have KYC ('know your customer') ID requirements to use their systems, linking the wallet used to facilitate the theft to a driver's license and banking and contact information etc. 10b. the head of security for Kraken posts on twitter "We know the identity of the user."

11. the Bahamaian police (they spent company money on a big poly mansion on the Bahamas and so this all happens there) detain the three FTX founders

12. FTX goes from being worth $30-40 billion USD to bankrupt, nothing, goose egg, kanye voice: couldn't give a homeless guy change, its principals arrested, detained by island police as foreign billionaires, investigated by the Bahamaian money laundering authorities (lmao), investigated by America for the Tether theft (lmfao)

13. lmfao

[hsakuras]

Trap | A. Arlert

cw: drug use(weed) drug dealer! Armin, coercion, dubcon, degradation, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), cream pie, unprotected sex, spitting, mentions of baby trapping, self-indulgent

wc: 3.9k

[10:45p] Talk to Armin

You’re not sure what to say back, you want to laugh almost. You want to ask Eren if this is a joke for turning him down last week when he delivered your weed to you. You didn’t think it was that deep when you rejected him, the next text you get from him is Armin’s number.

He’s really serious.

You don’t reply. Not really in the mood to ask him why he won’t sell to you or what’s wrong with him. Instead you tap on the contact he sent you, saving it into your phone and replacing Eren’s spot.

You text him first asking if it’s Armin and explaining you got his contact from Eren. You figured they’d know each other, why else would Eren give you his number?

[11:00p] Hi! It’s me! What can I do for you?

You stifle a laugh, this is the guy you’re supposed to buy from? You know it’s awkward texting someone new for drugs but you’re almost ready to give up when he texts you again.

[11:03p] Eren just told me what you usually get, you want to meet me or should I bring it to you?

Usually you’d be in favor of getting anything you buy brought to you, but you figured it would be safer to meet him instead. Can’t have a stranger knowing where you live and your location is always on for your closest friends. You’ll be sure to text one of them before heading out.

Armin texts you an address of where to meet him. You’re quick to grab a jacket and slip your shoes on before heading out to meet him. You have half a mind to change into sweatpants before you leave but you don’t know how Armin is about being late and you don’t really feel like asking around for someone else to buy from.

The start of your drive is usual, listening and glancing to the directions of your gps to guide you across town. Recognizing that the further you go, the nicer the houses get, the bigger they get, and the more expensive they get. You almost text him to double check if you’re going the right way when it finally hits you.

You’ve met Armin before.

You were most likely fucked from a night of drinking or smoking, or both. You remember how he hung around Eren at a party and how he had on a stupid blue cardigan that matched his eyes. He looked like he didn’t even fit in with anyone. Just some cute, preppy kid running around with his family’s money, probably mixed in with the wrong crowd. It’s no wonder you’re pulling up to a nice house and of course there’s no wonder that there's a parade of cars here. You can see the numerous people with red solo cups in their hands, some stumbling, and the majority of them laughing at the antics of everyone else.

You almost want to leave when someone knocks on the window causing you to jump.

“Holy shit.” You roll your window down enough to be met with blue eyes. It’s Armin.

“Hey, uh, I have your stuff but you’re gonna have to come inside or wait out here.”

You only nod in response, not really giving him the solid answer he’s looking for.

“So are you cool waiting here orrr?”

“I’ll go inside, sorry.” You roll your window back up, taking the keys to your car and double checking to make sure it locks before following Armin inside the house.

The crowd of people outside pales in comparison to the sea of bodies inside of his house. Music blaring and your vision immediately falls to the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the huge living room. You continue to look around, watching in awe of how easily people let loose after a couple drinks or hits from a joint. You’re tempted to join them, that is until you make out Eren’s form holding a rolled joint up to Mikasa’s lips. You watch as she hesitantly leans forward and inhales before coughing while Eren laughs. You look away before he can see you, still following Armin before he offers his arm out to you.

“Last fuckin’ time I let Eren throw a ‘small’ party here.”

You laugh a little, holding onto Armin while he leads you upstairs. There are fewer people upstairs, some sitting around to get away from the crowd. Others start to roll a joint before they scramble to put their papers and weed away when they see Armin. He doesn’t pay them any attention, instead, he tells a couple looking for an unlocked room to ‘fuck off’ before unlocking the door to what you think is his room.

Inside everything is organized, you expected it to be. I mean this was Armin you were following, cute Armin with all of his white collared button-ups and cardigans. You don’t recall if you’ve ever seen him in a t-shirt, you watch as he fumbles around by his nightstand, still wary before he encourages you to come in and please shut the door behind you.

He tells you to have a seat on his bed, asking you if you can roll or if you want him to roll a joint for the both of you. You don’t really give him an answer before he finds his tray adorned with wrapping papers, a grinder, and more weed on it. He hands you your baggie of weed telling you that he doesn’t mind sharing his, you don’t know that he only shares his weed with girls he wants to fuck. He loves when new girls like you hit him up for bud, not worried in the slightest bit because Armin isn’t like Eren those sleazy drug dealers, he’s kind and cute.

Your eyes wander to the little bedside table where the drawer isn’t closed all the way and you can see all types of bags full of weed, you can see the scale that his weed was sitting on, and you can make out a smaller bag full of what you can only assume is molly. Part of you wants to ask why he spends his time selling, you’re in awe of his house and you’re sure that his family has more than enough for him to live comfortably.

Lithe fingers roll the joint together before his tongue peeks out of his mouth to ensure it stays together.

“Got a lighter?”

You nod, reaching into the pocket of your jacket and handing it to him. His hand envelops yours and his touch makes butterflies awaken in your stomach. You’re quick to smother them, telling yourself you’re only here for the weed and now a quick smoke session. Nothing else.

Ever the gentleman, he offers you the first hit, gently placing the joint between your lips despite your efforts to take it from him. He holds the lighter at the end and you study his face before you can finally inhale. The smoke makes the back of your throat burn, you cough a little and Armin laughs before plucking the joint from you and placing it on his lips. He inhales, the end lighting up in a bright orange while he takes off the cardigan he’s wearing.

“Sorry, it’s getting stuffy.” He says before passing the joint back to you, thankfully, he hands it to you this time. You take a longer drag, staring at the pretty veins on his arms and realizing how strong he might actually be. He isn’t like Eren, you think, he’s comfortable in the silence and you feel relieved that you no longer have to text his best friend for your drugs, not when Armin is better at responding and willing to smoke you out even if it’s just this time.

You take another hit, enjoying the feeling of your limbs growing heavy and your head swirling in bliss. You feel weightless yet heavy and you’re amazed at how only three hits has you feeling this way. It’s way better than anything Eren has ever given you.

“Armin” you say, mouth going completely dry when you notice that he’s unbuttoned part of his shirt and you can see his abs peeking through when you stretch your hand out to him holding the joint. He’s happy to take it from you, watching as you slowly grow even more comfortable on his bed, toeing your shoes off before letting your jacket fall off your shoulder revealing your little tank top you wear to bed. He takes one last hit before he tells you to finish it.

You’re not sure you can finish it, looking at the camera on your phone and seeing how glazed over your eyes look. Armin tells you to get comfortable, it’s fine. He’ll make sure that no one comes in to bother either of you.

Just trust him.

He watches as you bring the remainder of the joint back up to your lips, watching as you take hit after hit and giggling when you blow smoke on accident in his face, or when you accidentally lean a little too far forward into his own personal space. You even have the audacity to look up at him and say that you’re not even that high.

Oh but if you could see yourself through his eyes, you’re absolutely fucking baked. Pretty eyes glazed and red rimmed while you drink the water bottle he offers you, watching as a small droplet makes its way down from the corner of your mouth. You put the bottle down, “s’kay Min.” You slur and he knows he’s got you.

He reaches over and wipes the water away and you swear he’s unbuttoning his shirt when you’re not looking because there’s no way he just casually shows that much of himself to you. “You’re so pretty” he whispers, the pad of his thumb grazing over your bottom lip before looking back up into your eyes.

The compliment catches you off guard and you’re not sure if it’s the marijuana that gives you courage or the fact you would do anything to get lost in Armin’s baby blue eyes but you allow your tongue to slip out licking the pad of his thumb before he’s pushing it into your mouth. You immediately suck and Armin finally gives you a smirk that has arousal pooling in your belly. You let go of his finger and he presses his lip against yours, immediately you let his tongue in when you feel it against your lips, your hands finding the remaining buttons on his shirt and quickly pulling it apart.

Armin knows he’s got you where he wants you. Pretty thing like you walking into his house with sleep shorts, tank top, and no bra? He knew you wouldn’t protest when he started to roll the joint for you, knew that you’d smoke the entire joint because you haven’t felt this fucking relaxed in a while. He’d call you pretty while your eyes are all red and your mind seems hazy.

Your hands run along the taut muscles of his abdomen, and he’s pushing you back towards his bed. His thigh slotted in between your thighs and you fight the urge to grind down on it, knowing that he could probably feel how wet you would get just at his fleeting touches that set your skin on fire. He kisses your lips one last time before kissing your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point just to get you to squirm.

Then he feels it.

The warmth of your pretty little pussy on his thigh and fuck he can’t wait to feel you. He wants a taste, his mouth waters at the thought of your honeyed essence on his tongue and coating his chin, how your hands must feel in his hair and what your breathy moans would sound like panting out his name.

He pulls your shirt up, pinching one of your nipples while wrapping his lips around the other, tongue flicking the hardening bud before continuing his descent on your body. Both of his hands are on your tits while he plants warm kisses along your stomach, making sure to tease along the waistband of your sleep shorts.

He’s quick to adjust the both of you, pulling you closer to the foot of the bed by your ankles before kneeling in between your pussy.

“Armin, wait—” whatever plea you had for him dies in your throat when you feel his nose press along your clothes folds, inhaling your sweet scent. He presses a kiss to it, whispering praises barely loud enough for you to hear. Telling you how pretty you look and asking to let him taste you even though he’s already pulling your shorts and panties down your legs. He groans when your cunt, mutters something about how cute your pretty pussy looks. His knuckle coming up to swipe at your slit, groaning when your slick covers it and how sensitive you are under his touch.

You feel him lick a stripe along your folds, your thighs squishing his face before strong arms come to keep you in place. You’re not allowed to interrupt him, not while he’s enjoying himself.

His lips wrap around your clit, using his fingers to reveal it to him, the sensation has you mewling and arching your back into his face. His tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves until your hands find his hair. Your fingers carding through his soft blonde locks while you beg and plead for more. He lets go of your clit in favor of licking your slit, he moans when he finally gets a taste of you, tongue wandering into your gummy walls while his nose hits your puffy clit over and over again. Your mewls are getting louder and you're begging for more, for something more because you need to cum, he has to let you cum.

Armin pulls away and you sob out to him, “Min, please, need to cum, make me cum, please.”

He can’t say no, not when his chin is covered in your slick and his cock twitches every time you plead and whine his name. He holds your legs apart, delivering a quick slap to the inside of your thigh when you attempt to close them when the pad of his middle finger finds your clit. “Keep you legs open.” He says, voice low and gravely. He doesn’t waste time, inserting his middle finger to his knuckle. The feeling of you tight, velvety walls around his digit makes his dick twitch and serve as an aching reminder that he’s not done with you yet, he won’t let you leave after this. Not until he gets to bury himself deep into the velvet of your pussy.

The muscles of his arm are protruding with the pace he sets as he finger fucks you, his lips wrapped around your clit and he begins to suck and you swear you’re in another fucking dimension with how euphoric you feel. The weed in your system makes you extra sensitive and Armin can feel another gush of your arousal all over his hand.

“Armin, fuck,fuck,fuck!”

“Give it to me, baby, wanna see you cream all over my fingers come on.”

He has to see it, inserting his ring finger and adding to your pleasure when he finds that spongey little spot inside of you that has you arching into his touch again. He takes it has his cue to lick and suck on your abused bud again, watching how pretty you look when your voice fails you and your scream goes silent as you cum around his fingers, eyes crossing as you finally give him what he wants.

“Atta girl, squeezing my fingers so tight.”

He slowly pulls his fingers out, eyes fixed on the translucent strings webbing his fingers together before he stands up. You hear the sound of him undoing his zipper before you register what he’s actually doing. With the strength you have you find his hands, watching as he takes off the remainder of his clothes, throwing them somewhere in his room.

Your mouth goes dry when your eyes land on his cock, you didn’t expect him to be so big, to have a pretty vein adorning either side of his shaft and his tip a pretty shade of bubblegum pink with a bead of precum decorating it.

“Armin, wait” you scoot back from him, “m’ still sensitive” you remind him. Your words are slurred and it doesn’t stop Armin from craning his head down and kissing you. Making you taste yourself while he hooks his hands under your thighs, exposing your pussy to his greedy eyes. “You’ll be okay, just be good for me yeah?”

Those blue eyes meet yours again and you’re positive you’re drowning in them. His pupils blown wide as he aligns himself with your drooling entrance, he hooks your legs over his shoulders, finding your hands and pinning them beside your head. He slowly inches himself forward, reveling in the feeling of your gummy walls stretching around his girth. He fights the urge to cum as your pussy flutters around him, he looks down at you, completely fucked out and eyes beginning to water as he slowly pulls back before thrusting into you again.

He lets go of your hands, one of them pushing your thighs into your chest while he brings the pads of his middle and ring fingers to prod at your lips, “suck” he demands, slowing his thrusts to allow you to wrap your lips around them. You taste yourself on his skin, tongue skillfully running along his nails and swirling around both of them.

“Is this why you texted me? Couldn’t get your stupid cunt fucked by Jaeger?” You don’t reply, still sucking on his fingers while he delivers a harsh snap of his hips against yours, he feels the vibrations of your whine, shoving his fingers further into your mouth a smirking when he feels your throat constrict around them.

“Eren doesn’t like easy sluts like you.”

He roughly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, gripping your cheek harshly and making your skin sticky with your own spit. “Keep your fucking mouth open.” You hear him gathering saliva in his mouth before his spit lands on your tongue. You swallow it without being asked, eyes rolling into the back of your skull when he begins his harsh pace again.

“Wonder what he’d say, if he saw you fucking his best friend right now. He said you were so cute, you know?” Both palms are on the back of your thighs, he’s pushing them impossibly close to your chest and letting his weight fall on top of you with each thrust. “Bet he doesn’t know that a little weed gets you desperate for cock huh?”

“m’not desperate” you slur, he slaps the back of your thighs, sending pleasurable pain shooting through your body. “Want me to call him in here? Have him see you cream all over my fucking cock?”

You nod no, but the way your cunt squeezes Armin’s length lets him know all that he needs to.

“Filthy bitch, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He cranes his head down again, sloppily kissing you and allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, groaning when he feels your hands pulling his biceps closer to you. You turn your head away from him, sputtering a bit before begging for more, for Armin to fuck you harder, faster.

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his pace never faltering as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Mouth falling open and brows knitting together while you moan loud enough for anyone to hear if they were to walk by the door. You can feel the head of his dick kiss your cervix with each thrust, “say my name” he grits.

He can feel your gummy walls fluttering, he knows your close, still sensitive from the previous orgasm and from the weed you smoked earlier. Your mind is spinning and you feel so dizzy, so fucking good as Armin continues to fuck you.

“Armin! Cum inside, fuck, cum inside please!”

Hook, line, sinker.

Who knew that’s a joint is all it took to get you in bed, he almost feels bad that Eren couldn’t get to this point with you. His loss is his gain, he’d make sure that the only name you moan from now on is his, he’ll make sure Eren hears you high pitched squeals for Armin to spill himself inside of you.

“Yeah? You want me to cum inside of you? Fill your pretty little pussy up?” He groans when he feels you squeeze him again, your nails biting into the skin of his forearm as you let out a string of pleads for him to not stop.

“What if I knock you up huh? Give you a fuckin’ baby so all you can think about is me from now on?”

The fear in your eyes spurs him on, his fingers finding your sore clit until he can feel your legs trembling against him. The way he circles your bud paired with his harsh thrusts sends you over the edge, back arching and a silent sob escaping your throat while you gush all over Armin’s cock, “Fuck yeah, give it to me, dirty bitch”

“Armin! Cumming!” You squeal as if he didn’t know, Armin isn’t too far after you, keeping his words and spewing curses out as he empties his hot seed inside of you. You moan pulling Armin in for a kiss while his cock pulsates inside of you, both of you reveling in each other and your highs.

Your breathing labored as he slowly lets your legs fall against the bed. He stays buried inside of you, watching as you fight your sleep.

“Hey, stay with me for a bit, yeah? Gotta clean you up.”

You nod, closing your eyes but listening to him go to his bathroom and coming back with a warm washcloth. The warmth of the washcloth feels good against your skin, Armin adjusts you on his bed before pulling you up and helping you to the bathroom.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm” you hum, looking up at him while he helps you sit down, telling you where everything is before walking out to give you privacy.

He begins to pick up both of your clothes, setting them aside while he adjusts the bed for you to sleep in. He isn’t that heartless, he’s sure he’ll talk to you before you go home tomorrow, even if you manage to slip out before he wakes he knows you’ll be back, after all it’s not like you know anyone else that would sell to you.

He picks up the clothes again, your panties falling onto the floor. He looks up to make sure you’re still in the bathroom so you don’t see where he keeps your panties, it’s not like you would need them anyway.

He throws the rest of the clothes into his laundry basket, finding his phone to look for Eren’s contact.

[2:02am]You’re right, y/n is really cute.

[2:02am] She’s staying with me tonight.

“Who are you texting?”

Your voice startles him, he smiles before getting up to help you into his bed.

“No one important. Trust me”

[kokonoisgf]

Reaction to you wearing crotchless panties ft. TR boys

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+ characters : Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Kazutora Hanemiya, Chifuyu Matsuno 

+ tw:  fem reader - sexual explicit content, degradation kink, praise kink, fingering, oral, cursing. and to be clear these are all TIMESKIPS well besides for shin LMAO

+ this was requested by anon <3 initially either for Chifuyu or Shinichiro- so I did both and added Koko and Kazu mwah <3

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✻ Shinichiro  ✻

Tongue dipping between your folds, the hot muscle collects some of your nectar - He hums, long fingers digging into the plush of your bare waist. He’s pussy drunk, living and thriving between your legs, refusing to stop eating your pretty cunt out- why would he when you were sprawled out so prettily under him. Utterly bare under his gaze, aside from the crotchless panties you had opted for wearing this morning, Shinichiro devours you whole. Eyes glued to the way your pretty little cunt drips with cum, a bead rolls down your fluttering hole, almost hitting the satin bedsheets before Shinichiro’s skilled tongue catches it. “Taste so good baby” He can't get enough of you, with each passing minute buried into your pussy, he feels himself unravelling, needing more, more of you. “Wearing these just for me, hm? My perfect girl” A broken moan of his name slips past your lips, chest heaving as he tore another orgasm out of you with pure words. Snickering, he delves back in to aid you with your high, Fingers leaving crescent moon indents into your skin. “That's right pretty- Cum for me, All mine” He blabbers mindlessly, mind solely focused on making you feel good. Your moans pierce the night, head thrown back as you cum for the 4th time in Shinichiro’s mouth. Dark locks stuck to his forehead, sterling chain glittering under the dim light of his bedroom and lust-filled gaze never leaving your clenching hole. “So pretty” His voice isn't above a whisper, as he looks back at you, chin slick with your juices, his usual grin on his face: “Can my pretty girl take it, one more time?”

✻ Koko ✻

Soft palm hits your rear, contrasting with the pure harshness of his slap - tearing another moan from you. “Dirty slut” Sultry voice slips past his lips, dark sterling eyes flickering between the crimson imprints of his hand on the subtle skin of your ass and your exposed cunt on display for him. “Wearing such things-” He pauses, one finger collecting the slick that was oozing out of your cunt, bringing it to his mouth. He hums, lashes fluttering, feeling his auburn dress pants become incredibly tighter. “That desperate for my attention hm? Want my cock that badly, you whore?” You whine and plea on top of him, shaking your ass slightly, as if to entice him to finally give you what you want. He clicks his tongue, dark gaze zeroing on your pussy, sliding one long digit inside drawing the softest mewl of his name out of you. 

“What's wrong pretty” He coos, angling his finger just - perfectly, so that he teasingly graze against your gummy walls. “Cat got your tongue?” Even if you wished to answer, you mentally couldn't - your mind hazy, building up with the thoughts of Koko granting you another orgasm. You knew damn well those agile fingers could work pure magic between your folds, pulling orgasms after orgasms out of your body. “So wet” His voice resonates in the room, you sprawled on his thighs. Curling the tip of his digits, he angles them just right to make you see stars - feeling your cunt flutters around him. “Cumming already? Pathetic” Koko’s body betrays his words, biting down on his lips to stop any moan from escaping his lips, his own cock twitching against the material of his underwear. “Cum now, before I change my mind” His voice is sultry, like the sweetest melody as it rings through your ears. Mindless chants of his name slips past your lips as you let go, creaming around his long digits. Your juices dribble coating the soft material of your crotchless panties, which almost stirs a moan from Koko. Riding out your orgasm, by fucking yourself on his fingers, his gaze never leaves your cunt gripping him so tightly, breath coming out in short pants. It’s not long before he has you up, straddling him, grasping your hand to put it on his clothed dick : “Now, be a good girl and ride me.”

✻ Kazutora  ✻

His face is flushed, tinted with a scarlet hue as his sandy-orbs zeroes on the picture you just sent him - your pretty cunt on full display for him, adorned by peachy crotchless panties. He gulps, mouth agape as he stares and stares, cock hardening against his loose sweatpants. His mind goes blank, thinking about how badly he wished to rearrange your insides, moulding you to fit his cock. To have you cream all around him, pussy fluttering as moans of his name cascade from your mouth like a waterfall - that is, until his ringtone stirs him out of his daydream. “A-Ah!” He gasps, fumbling with the touch screen before answering, embarrassment washing over him. Your voice is sultry asking him what took him so long, mindlessly telling him how badly you needed him; needing his tongue, skilled fingers and most importantly his cock. “Baby I-” He's flustered out of his mind, gaze flickering between his alarm clock showing a 11:45pm in red neon color and the keys to his motorcycle laying by his bed. “Want me that badly, angel?” He questions voice husky, even though the answer is written in the stars. Cock deliciously aching against the thin material of his pants, one of his hand rubs himself a bit, a long-drawn-out sighs escaping his parted lips. Your moans on the other end of the line stirs a gasp from your lover, who knows damn well your fingers are buried deep within your cunt, imagining it to be his cock. You plea and moan for him to help you, begging for his help to cum, to cream all over his cock. “Need me to cum pretty?” You mindly chants a series of “Yes”, as Kazutora’s breath hitches, hips bucking against his palm. Your sweet lover isn’t one to refuse you, not when you’re literally craving every centimeter of his being. Getting up, he grasps his keys: “F-Fuck baby, Ill be there in 10” 

✻ Chifuyu  ✻

A lock of the door was all it took for Chifuyu to pounce on you; like a predator cornering its prey. “Fuck baby, didn’t know you had that kind of stuff” His voice is sultry as his large hands slowly slithers up your thighs, a digit collecting your slick, wasting no time into rubbing circles unto your pearl with it. The pet shop had just closed, when you had opted on paying a surprise visit to your boyfriend as he counted his cash for the day. When you bent down for him, picking a coin that had slipped from his grasp, that's when Chifuyu lost it. Those crotchless panties, your cunt so deliciously on display for him, it was like a switch clicked inside him. 

“ Naughty little thing” He coos, pressing a serie of kisses down your neck, making quick work of lifting you up on the counter, dropping to his knees. Face now at eye level with your core, he snickered, opal eyes flickering up to yours. “Already so wet” He remarks, quick to burry his face into your slick, tongue darting out to lick a clean stripe. He clicks his tongue, noticing your leaking arousal on the counter, “Dirtying everything- who's gonna clean this mess hm?” His body obviously betrays his words, cock aching and throbbing at the thoughts of taking you right there in his shop. You mewl and beg for him to eat you out, hands tangling into his raven locks, earning s chuckle from him. He shots you a small earnest smile, pressing a chaste kiss unto your clit: “ you dont even need to ask, princess”

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[xxsycamore]

Hi! Here I come with my request from your Kinktober List!

22. Crying | Overstimulation and 6. Are you sure you forgot to put on your panties on accident? - Chevalier from Ikemen Prince!

I hope I've been able to follow the rules and stuff, if not, please DM me, I'll send in another one. I hope you've a great day!💕

Thank you for all your lovely requests! I loved writing them! 💕💕 I hope you enjoy this third Chev piece for this event as much as I did! 

KINKTOBER DAY 22 - Asking For It - [ CHEVALIER/MC SMUT ] 

Rating: E

Word count: 1,487

Relationship: F/M; Chevalier Michel/MC (Emma)

Tags: Established Relationship; Not Wearing Underwear; Spanking; Crying; Overstimulation;  (light) Verbal Humiliation; Vaginal Sex; Prone Bone; Rough Sex; Dirty Talk; Creampie; Ear licking; Possessive Sex

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Written for my Visions of Temptation Kinktober 2021 challenge. [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] [DAY 6] [DAY 7] [DAY 8] [DAY 9] [DAY 10] [DAY 11] [DAY 12] [DAY 13] [DAY 14] [DAY 15] [DAY 16] [DAY 17] [DAY 18] [DAY 19] [DAY 20] [DAY 21]

DAY 22 - Crying | Overstimulation + “Are you sure you forgot to put on panties on accident?”

It's not unusual of Chevalier to return home late into the night. With the amount of enemies he's made, it's only natural they'd take on any chance to fulfil their wish to see him in a pool of blood - even if it means they'd find themselves in the same place. Sometimes those assassinations would be carefully set up on his way back to the palace.

After previously restoring the peace at the border by most drastic measures, getting rid of the occasional spies is child's play.

Still, the large halls echo with the sound of distant bells announcing midnight. Chevalier's frown deepens as he heads to his bedchambers, having had enough of being absent.

He opens the door to reveal his lover sprawled across the bed, fast asleep. Her position suggests that she'd fallen asleep most unwittingly while reading a book. Chevalier sighs at the sight of her, knowing that it's only natural she couldn't wait for him to return.

While discarding his shielded sword, his icy gaze steals another look at her. Resting on her stomach, her legs are naturally slightly open. But Chevalier's sharp vision catches something curious beyond the ridden-up hem of her dress. He silently approaches the bed to get a better look.

His calloused, rough fingers are gentle as a feather when he nudges the hem of her dress further to the side. Emma doesn't as much as stir in her dream even for a second as Chevalier bares her ass for his eyes - and with that, he confirms his suspicions.

"Who would have thought you were waiting for me naked between your legs."

Emma's slumber fuses into a haziness that makes Chevalier's voice barely recognizable, but still recognizable enough. She opens her eyes and shifts in attempt to turn to her side and hide what's been on display, but Chevalier's large hand on her rear holds her down on place. Her legs immediately close as her cheeks heat up with embarrassment, raspy voice barely stuttering out words of excuse.

"I took a bath earlier, and…I forgot to put on any. And, I must have fallen asleep like that, too…"

Turning to face him and see if he is angry with her indecency, Emma hurries to add.

"Oh, and, welcome back. I missed you."

Chevalier eyes her down before taking his seat on the bed, on the place where her legs were. He puts them on his lap instead, dragging her body further down.

Emma shrieks a bit at suddenly finding her bottom lifted up and placed on his lap, wondering what Chevalier is about to do. The answer comes in shortly.

"Is that so? Are you sure you forgot to put on panties on accident?”

The sound leaving Emma's lips is akin to a  scream as his large hand comes striking across her ass cheek, dying it into a blooming pink that deepens upon his next strike. Emma tries her best to slur out a reply before he can land another harsh spanking, else her words would die on her lips.

"Ahh! Yes, I swear!"

Chevalier slaps her other cheek, desiring to see it become just as flushed.

"I'm almost prone to believe that you're that much of a simpleton."

The faint chuckle that accompanies his words soon fades in flavor of the familiar stoic façade. Emma visibly shivers at the sharpness of his tone.

"To me it seems more like you were hoping I would fuck you as soon as I enter through that door."

"T-That’s not..Ahh!!"

Chevalier's next slap is followed by a rough squeeze of her ass. He smirks once again, satisfied at the sight of it marred red by his ministrations.

A broken cry leaves Emma's mouth and Chevalier shifts his gaze to her lovely face, only to find it covered with tears. He knows for a fact that those are not a bad sign, not at all, and as if for further proof, she arches her ass for him. Emma is inviting him to continue. The pain mixed in the pleasure had simply driven her to tears, once again, as per usual in some of their rougher sessions. Ah, but the sight of her crying always manages to turn him on.

"This should be your lesson. Now, undress me and then lay back down."

Getting out from Chevalier's lap is easier said than done, yet Emma finds the strength to do so, driven by the desire to fulfil the order. Ever since she got back to her senses from the short nap, she could catch the faint scent that clings to Chevalier's clothes. At first intimidating and making her alert, Emma finds herself having gotten used to the metallic tang in the air around him. Her hands roam on Chevalier's toned body, molded by many years of handling  a heavy sword. Even if that's her straying from her mission, Chevalier's larger hands cover hers as buttons come undone, clothes piling around them. It's her cue to get undressed as well, and before she knows it, they're both completely bare and locked into a kiss. It's passionate and with more teeth than tongue, yet Emma knows he is not aiming to punish her any further. Once her legs start to give up, she remembers his second command, and finds purchase into the silky bedsheets.

Chevalier climbs just behind her, admiring the sight of her laying on her front once again. He puts his big hands on the globes of her ass, slowly spreading them open to reveal the sight of her drenched pussy.

"You're without shame."

Emma grunts into the sheets, her toes curling. Getting terribly aroused from a good spanking is something she'd feel shy about on any other day, but not right now when she's so close to coaxing out the need deep inside her. Chevalier keeps her legs pressed tightly together as his own legs come to straddle them. He strokes his rock-hard cock, aroused by her writhing form under him alone. He got her prone and ready for the taking, and he has no plans of holding back.

Pushing inside in this position makes it feel like Chevalier is twice as thick, Emma observes, as helpless moans escape her lips one after another. She starts kicking her legs in the air between Chevalier's, as the man gradually keeps pushing deeper inside her. Once he bottoms out, a wanton groan falls from his own lips, telling all about his own fascination with the feeling.

"You're incredibly tight, and hot. And all mine."

She is well kept on place by his larger frame, as Chevalier presses his muscular chest flush against her back. He licks the shell of her ear with his hot tongue, making sweet sounds seep from between her lips. Starting up with a slow, steady pace, he enjoys the pulse of her tight walls that seem to be sucking him further inside on every thrust.

"Mine. Mine. Mine."

It's barely a whisper, muffled against the crook of her neck, yet it's unmistakable. Emma's cheeks feel incredibly warm now, driven by the overwhelming feelings rocking through her whole body. This, combined with seeing her lover going almost feral for her, gets her in a quite similar state, urging him to go harder.

"Yours!! All yours!! Please, more, please, I'm so close—…!"

With another groan, Chevalier picks up the speed, practically rutting deep inside her. His teeth scrape and mark her delicate neck, making her moan louder as he nears his peak as well.

"I'm going to cum inside you. Claim you—Nggh, completely."

Fisting the bedsheets as her whole body spasms from the force of his thrusts, Emma shouts out his name as a massive orgasm washes over her.

"CHEVALIER—YES!!!"

Feeling her suddenly tighten around him, Chevalier pistons his cock as hard as he can inside her, until he can't take it anymore. He shoots out his hot seed, coating her walls and then keeps thrusting through it, hearing the squoosh of it pooling inside her and beginning to ooze out.

As his thrusts start to lose their intensity, Emma releases her hold on the sheets, feeling all stiff muscles start to relax as waves after waves of pleasure hit her. Newly formed tears bud at the corners of her eyes due to the overstimulation, but it's only rewarding when it starts fading away. It could as well be a moment of pure bliss, if it wasn't for the maddeningly arousing feeling of Chevalier's hot cum disposed inside her. It almost feels as another build-up to the heights of pleasure, even if so soon. She whines and squirms into his hold, not sure if she can take the pause while his hips still completely.

Chevalier notices her protests, chuckling darkly at how insatiable she is. Chasing them all away with a kiss, he gives one sharp thrust into her overflowing core, as if wordlessly declaring of his future plans for her.

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