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misslavenderlady · 1 year ago

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Could you do more Marko X Reader fics? You can make it as filthy as possible. I live reading your work <3

Teacher's Pet 📏

Marko/GN!Reader

Summary: Marko has a new, fun game in mind for you. One that will test your vampire knowledge and your tolerance for pain. You show him all the hard things you can take~

Thank you @american-idiot-jpg for the request! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this! Also big thank you to @ghoulgeousimmaculate for helping pull me out of my writing funk and put this together!!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Professor/Student Roleplay, Costumes, Teasing, Flirting, Dom/Sub, Spanking, Fingering, Punishment/Reward, Sex on a desk, Bent over, Rough Sex, Praise, Affection, Blood Drinking, No specific genitalia/pronouns used

Marko was a sneaky little thing. Though he had a very chaotic energy to him, he was actually quite methodical. Whenever he was in the mood to play one of his devious little games, he was sure to set up everything exactly how he wanted it.

So when you found a particularly lewd costume laid across your bed, you knew he was ready to play with you.

It wasn't much material to wear. A small, white crop top that tied in the front, a red, plaid-patterned tie, some matching shorts, and a pair of black knee-high socks to go with some plain loafers. Before you even put it on you knew that the outfit wasn't going to leave much to the imagination.

You knew better than to complain though. Marko always got what he wanted, and if he desired to see you dressed like his own personal plaything, then so be it. With your body barely covered, you wandered through the cave taverns to find the play area Marko loved so much. You only hoped none of the other vampires would see you and make vulgar comments on your appearance.

Marko's special room was blocked off by a thick, red, velvet curtain. This time around there was a unique addition. A small sign pinned to one of the sides.

Professor Marko

Subtle as a flying mallet, that one. At least you had all the clues you needed to play along with his game. As you pushed the curtain aside, you only hoped he'd play nice with you.

"Come in."

Marko's voice was surprisingly serious in tone. You thought about how unlike him it was until you got a look at what he was wearing.

His usual leather chaps and elaborate jacket had been traded for a button-down shirt and khakis. His hair was tied back and on the bridge of his nose sat a pair of reading glasses. While he leaned up against an antique writing desk he glanced down at a book in his hand. It was almost like looking at a version of Marko from an alternate universe. One where he was a strict, studious guy and not a vampire hoodlum.

Still, even with his getup, a familiar, wild look was burning in his eyes when he caught sight of you.

“Have a seat, dear,” Marko ordered. “We don’t have time to dawdle. Your exam is in a week, and we don’t want to fail, do we?”

You gulped audibly as he pulled up a plain, wooden chair for you to sit in. He really did have the stage set for this little performance you two were going to put on. It made your heart race with fear and anticipation. Not wanting to keep him waiting, you nodded and made your way over to him, sitting down immediately.

Now you felt even more vulnerable. Your shorts were riding up a bit, showing off the length of your legs and thighs. Sitting down allowed Marko to drink in more of you, gazing with pure authority and power in his eyes. He truly was in control.

Marko enjoyed watching you squirm. The rapid thrum of your heart sounded so lovely in his ears. He kept his gaze trained on you as he strolled over to the antique black chalkboard and picked up the dusty white stalk.

“Our subject matter is lore,” he informed as he began scrawling on the panel, “in relation to vampirism…so tell me, how does one become a vampire?” He asked with his hands clasped behind his back. He stared at you, patiently awaiting your answer.

You had to admit, you were impressed. He really did think of everything. Probably went by the local thrift shop for his props. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. You knew everything about vampires considering you had been the mate of one for so long now. With your posture straightening up a bit, you confidently answered his question.

“There are two different ways to become a vampire, Sir,” you explained. “The first is by drinking a vampire's blood and completing a first feed and kill of a human. The second is by getting a direct bite and having your bloodstream corrupted.”

Marko jotted your answer on the board, smirking at the inflection of confidence that appeared in your voice. He could tell you thought you had this in the bag, being his mate for years now, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He wanted you to get cocky so that he could cut you down at just the right time.

“Very good! I’m pleased you remember that core piece of information, but tell me, what’s the relevance of religious objects to a vampire?”

“Religious objects are dangerous to vampires. Holy water burns the skin in small doses and melts it in large ones. The sign of the cross does nothing, but an actual cross will hurt a vampire. If you’re invited in somewhere, then they do no damage, but otherwise, they’re deadly.”

You wondered what other questions Marko had in store. Maybe this whole teacher scenario was a way to praise you and make you feel extra good. Perhaps the sadistic vampire was feeling a little generous this time around. Of course, that was an incredibly naive thought to have. You had no idea what deviant thoughts were circling around in that head of his.

Marko stifled a chuckle, jotting down the answer to your second question. He turned to face you, leaning against his desk once more as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Excellent work!” He praised. “You appear to be an expert. Perhaps you can answer this question for me—true or false, according to the Ancient Greeks, vampires can cross salt water.”

In a mere moment, your confidence was drained. Your smile fell and your eyes widened as panic overtook your brain. Marko and the boys hadn’t ever mentioned anything about salt water. This had to be a trick question.

All five of you lived by the ocean, meaning they were around salt water all the time. Surely they wouldn’t live in a seaside city if they were at risk of not getting around properly. The power of flight wouldn’t be stopped by a mere body of water….right?

“Um….it’s….true?”

Marko smirked, his Cheshire grin widening as his stern expression cracked.

“It’s false.” Marko tutted as he strolled towards you. “Water is an interesting topic in vampire lore. The Ancient Greeks believed vampires couldn’t cross running water. In a legend, all vampires were banished to an island, to be trapped for eternity. The Romani believed vampires couldn’t pass over water in general. In Transylvania, a common funeral practice was to walk the deceased through a river or stream to prevent the soul from following living so reanimation could not occur.”

You had no idea Marko was so versatile in different vampire lore from all over the world. From the moment you stepped into the ‘classroom’ you assumed it would all be a test on actual vampire facts. There was so much you didn’t know about cultural beliefs on the monsters you had gotten to know personally.

“I didn’t know. I….I’m sorry…” you said, feeling somewhat dumb now. What would your mate do since you got the answer wrong? You were already trembling in your skimpy little uniform.

“Let’s play a game, dear,” Marko proposed. “Studies say that learning through play is a highly effective strategy. I will continue to quiz you on your knowledge of vampirism and lore, and for every question that’s correct, you’ll receive a reward. But—” He paused for dramatic effect. “For every question that’s incorrect, you’ll receive a spanking. So if you’ll please, assume the position,” he ordered, gesturing to his desk.

If your heart wasn’t racing before, it certainly was now. Marko was acting like the sneaky little thing you knew and loved. You squeezed your thighs together, rubbing them as you felt the beginning hints of arousal rush through your body. The idea of being bent over and punished by his hand was as exciting as it was scary.

You would play along with this game, and do your best with each question. Whatever he wanted to do with your body depended on how well you did. With a needy, innocent look in your eyes, you nodded in acceptance.

“Y-Yes…Sir…”

Marko hummed as he watched you cross the room and lean over his desk, his eyes on your ass and thighs. The pants he had worn for his costume were already feeling quite tight in the front.

“That’s it, little one,” he cooed. “I’ll make a model student out of you, yet…bend over and spread ‘em wide…” He glided to his desk, grabbing a 36-inch long wooden yardstick along the way. He stood behind you, slapping the yardstick over his palm to get a reaction. He chuckled heartily when he saw you flinch.

“Now, next question,” Marko purred as he ran the wooden tool up the inside of your leg, enjoying the sight of you shivering in fear. “True or False, decapitation is an effective way of slaying a vampire.”

It was incredibly difficult to think straight when the massive stick was running along your bare skin. Corporal punishment was most certainly not in schools anymore, but Marko didn’t seem to care. If he had the opportunity to mix pain and pleasure with you, he would take the chance without a second thought.

You took a shaky breath as you tried your best to focus. This was a more of something you knew. The boys told stories about vampires they knew that had met an unfortunate demise. If there was no head, that meant the body was no longer any danger. Surely this question was straightforward with the answer.

“T-True!”

Marko chuckled, leaning forward to whisper into your ear. “Neither.”

“What?”

“It is neither true nor false. In fiction, decapitation is a suitable method for dispatching a vampire. In life, a few of our friends had died in the very same way, but in folklore, decapitation is merely a part of the process. An additional precaution after staking or other methods of dispatch. Take Lucy Westerna in Dracula, for example. The poor maiden was killed after being staked in the heart, but Van Helsing removed her head to be safe.”

“Another example,” Marko continued, “is a shoemaker in sixteen century Poland, formerly known as Breslau. The man committed suicide, but after burial, the townspeople were plagued by his presence. He appeared to them at night, assaulting them in their beds. When his body was exhumed, they saw that after having been buried for over seven months, his body had not decayed. They reburied him, thinking that would resolve the issue, but he still appeared to them at night. He stopped haunting his hometown only after his head and limbs were removed.”

“So…that means you’re wrong, little one.” Marko giggled, jutting his arm back to strike you on your bottom. He lingered in the air a few moments to watch your squirm before bringing the wood down with a thwack!

Your body jolted when the stick hit your skin. The flimsy pair of shorts were not protecting you from any pain at all, meaning you felt the full force of the impact. The flesh of your ass jiggled from the hit, giving Marko a very pleasant sight while you were dealing with the pain. It was so sharp and rough. If this was awaited you with every wrong question, you were going to have to step up your game.

“I-I’m sorry, Sir!” you whimpered. “I’ll do better, I promise!”

Sadistic chuckling greeted your ears. Even with the pain, you felt yourself rubbing your thighs together again. Marko really knew how to put your body through intense sensations.

“I forgive you,” Marko crooned as he rubbed your bottom with his palm. “But if you want to pass this exam, you must focus.”

You nodded, quietly muttering your agreement. Marko stepped back, perching himself in your chair. He crossed his legs, taking in the glorious view of your ass hiked in the air over his desk. He would love to fuck you over the antique cherrywood. But he’d save that for later.

“Next question,” Marko cooed as he tapped the yardstick against the leg of his chair. “True or False, vampires must sleep in coffins.”

Relief washed over you with that question. You watched the boys sleep every day. You KNEW this one, and you weren’t going to let Marko punish you again for something so obvious.

“False! They can hang from the ceiling much like bats,” you answered, trying your best to sound confident. “So long as it’s somewhere dark where the sunlight won’t harm them during the day.”

Your body was trembling terribly as Marko taunted you with the tapping of his stick. Even if you knew the answer was correct, you still mentally prepared for the slap against your ass again if this was another trick question.

The tapping ceased and you froze, keening your head to the side to listen for his movements. But you heard nothing, the vampire moving with a speed and grace left you terrified and confused. You didn’t know where he was or whether you were right or wrong until you felt his hands on your body.

You yelped, nearly jumping out of your skin when you felt his hands on legs. He gave your ass a slap, but it was playful not punitive. You jiggled and Marko snickered. His titter was light hearted and free from sadism. You had a feeling that you were in the clear, but with Marko’s unpredictability, you weren’t sure.

“Good job, little one,” Marko praised as his fingers grabbed the hem of your shorts. “You are correct…looks like you earned a treat.”

He pulled your pants down, exposing your bottom to the crisp air of the cave’s alcove. Prodding at your cheeks, Marko explored your body until he found your orifice. His fingers were slick with something warm and wet, no doubt his favorite brand of lube being used. That warmth teased you more as he began to slip a finger inside of you.

"O-Oh!" you gasped. Marko softly chuckled at your reaction. He knew your body better than anybody in the world, and he proved it as such when he crooked his finger to massage your insides. Your muscles relaxed and your voice let out a sigh as he touched you. He practically had you purring like a kitten.

“There’s my good baby~” he praised you. “My devoted little pupil. If you keep it up with the next question, I’ll be more than happy to give you more of this good touch.”

This time you didn’t answer him with your voice. You simply nodded, ready for more of what he had to offer. Whether the test would be hard or easy, you didn’t care in the slightest. You were just going to give it your all and chase that sweet high of pleasure some more.

Marko smiled as you cooed and sighed from his ministrations. He enjoyed toying with your body, feeling you pulse around him. The only thing that delighted him more was tearing into a throbbing vein or artery.

“Next question,” Marko continued with your quiz. “True or False, vampires are compelled to count millet when spilled?”

Another easy one. You thought such an idea was laughable. Getting vampires to start counting as a way to stop an attack. But you bit back your giggle in favor of another moan. The power of his fingers was just too strong.

"Mmmn…false, Sir~"

You arched your back as you pressed your hips closer to your 'professor'. If he kept this up you were going to be a happy little teacher's pet.

“Very good, my dear,” Marko praised. “You’re on your way to an A plus. Now, let’s see if you can answer this one,” he questioned as he pumped his fingers. “Is Count Von Count from Sesame Street based on the the piece of folklore we just discussed?”

You paused, thinking deeply about the question. You weren’t too sure about this one, but if you used context clues in relation to the name and the concept, it seemed obvious that is was.

“Y-yes?” You replied hesitantly.

Marko tutted, ceasing his movements and removing his hand. You whined audibly. Your insides feeling empty and neglect from his retreat.

“Sadly, the answer is ‘No,’” Marko replied with a sigh before stuffing his fingers in his mouth. He lapped away the edible lube, savoring the strawberry taste mixed with your signature flavor before carelessly wiping his hand on his khakis. Leaning forward, he retrieved the yardstick from his desk and raised it into the air.

“The Count is based on Bela Lugosi’s design and performance, but it’s never been explicitly said on screen that he was a vampire. The Count’s compulsion with counting and numbers is also purely coincidence.”

Your body tensed in preparation for impact. Of course Marko would pull the rug under you with that obvious trap or a question. You would hit yourself in frustration if your mate wasn't about to do it for you.

"And speaking of counting," Marko remarked, still holding the stick to keep your anticipation high. "If you count these next spanks out for me like a good little student, I'll skip ahead to the bonus question."

Knowing Marko, that could mean DOZENS of spanks. You were shaking terribly on top of the desk, wanting nothing more than to get this torture over with.

"B-Bonus question?"

"Yes, darling. It determines how I'm gonna fuck you. Sweet and giving or…"

Smack!

The yardstick hit your ass with a mighty strike. A yipe fell from your mouth from the fright of both the sound and sensation.

"Hard and rough," Marko finished his sentence, voice dripping with wickedness. "So get to counting, my little pupil~"

“Y-yes, Sir!” You muttered into the wood, eager and prepared to please despite your fear.

Marko raised the yardstick again and swiftly brought the thick piece of wood down with a hefty Smack!

“Aah! One!” You replied immediately, grunting your answer through the stinging pain.

He raised his arm one more and delivered another blow, forcing another moan from your lips. “Ugh! Two!”

Marko worked you over, punishing you with a twinkle of sadistic glee in his eyes. You counted, crying out in pain in between each delivery. But like a good student, you completed your task, the experience ending with you panting into the wood. Your bottom was tender and flushed, with thick welts forming on the surface.

You were in great pain, but as you rubbed your thighs together, you felt pleasure. A lust for him to take you. You couldn’t go on like this. Whether he fucked you or made love to you, you needed him inside you.

“Final question. Where did the idea that vampires did not hold a reflection first come from?

It was hard enough catching your breath after crying out for Marko with each spank. Now you had to get your brain to cooperate with you so that this final question could be answered. You forced yourself to relax. Focus. Really think about this.

Reflections. The boys didn’t have reflections in places they weren’t invited. When they were invited and they could blend in as humans, then the reflections appeared. That was a fact, but Marko wanted to test you on the lore of it. God, you wished you had done more reading in your freetime.

Thinking back to when you and the boys watched the iconic Bela Lugosi film for movie night, you thought about Dracula’s powers and weaknesses. In one scene, he slapped a box out of Van Helsing’s hand because it contained a mirror that showed no reflection. If that happened in the book it was based on, then that meant Bram Stoker originally created the idea.

It was a total shot in the dark. You had no idea if other writers or cultures had proposed such an idea earlier in history. Better give it the old college try.

“B-Bram Stoker…” you whimpered, shutting your eyes tight and waiting for Marko to tell you whether you passed or failed.

Marko pursed his lips as he eyed your trembling form. He was a little salty that you were holding your own. He was hoping you’d bomb miserably so he could have his way with you. He wasn’t in the mood for tenderness even though that was one of your options. So he decided to exploit a little loophole…

“Mirrors are an interesting thing in vampire lore,” Marko mused. “The first documented instance of vampires not casting a reflection does in fact appear in Dracula. But there are some folk tales that predate Bram Stoker that relate vampires to mirrors.”

“Mirrors don’t just reflect our physical visage, little one,” Marko continued. “Many cultures relate the mirror to superstition and the human soul—which is why it is common for the mirror to be covered after a loved one passes. In Romani culture, it’s believed that a corpse could turn into a vampire if a mirror is present. But nothing is explicitly said about the reflection. So, the mirror appears in lore before Dracula was published, but Draculal solidified it as a rule.”

“You’re both correct and incorrect.”

“What does that even mean?!” You gasped in confusion.

“That means we both get what we want~”

Before you even had a moment to process his answer, Marko had his hands on you. His fingers grabbed at your hips, pulling you backward so you were pressed up against his body. Long, thick claws sliced into your shorts, tearing away the fabric so that you were completely exposed to him.

Marko was positively insatiable. His long tongue licked across his lips in hunger while his eyes drank in your delicious-looking ass. He couldn’t stop himself from kneading the flesh. You whimpered softly when you felt his erection rub up against your body.

“You seem to do well with praise, my little one. But you need discipline to become the star pupil I know you can be~”

The vampire unzipped his pants with one hand while squeezing at your ass with the other. A lustful moan fell from his lips as his hard, aching cock was freed. He had been aching to take you all night, and now he was going to get what he desired most. Though he was gentle slipping himself inside your lubed hole, that was the extent to the tenderness of his physical actions.

“If you can take this, then I know you can take on anything~” he purred before slamming his hips into you. You let out a yipe, not prepared to go so fast so soon. Without thinking, you grabbed hold onto the sides of the desk, and gripped as hard as you could.

Marko ruthlessly pistoned his hips into you, demonic growls of pleasure falling from his fanged lips. If you could see his face, you would tremble. The vampire’s visage was nightmarish. Marko’s mouth was contorted into a wicked smile while his eyes blazed brighter than any jack-o-lantern.

He wasn’t Marko, your boyfriend, or even Marko the sadist. He was Marko, the monster and you were his plaything for the evening.

But despite channeling his inner beast, he cooed the sweetest words as he ravaged you. Things romantics would whisper to their lovers in the throes of passion. It wasn’t completely odd to you though. Marko found beauty and passion in things that people would label barbaric.

“That’s it, love,” Marko crooned. “You look so beautiful like this…my perfect human~”

“Oh!! Ooooh!!” you cried out for him.

Marko was a tough lover in every way imaginable. You would never fully get used to all the toys, roleplay and domination he loved to use on you. He was a viscious creature with decades of experience. It would take quite some time before you were caught up to even half his level.

And even so, you took it all eagerly. You let him do to your body as he wished. Whatever games he wanted to play would be taken on. He could control you from the inside out and always crave more. As long as you had his heart in return, you accepted him for who he was.

“My darling little one….fuck…my precious love…soooo perfect~” he purred.

His sweet nothings didn’t match his movements though. Certainly not when he grabbed a fistfull of your hair and pulled it hard. You cried out as he forced you upward more, wanting you nice and close as he fucked your brains out.

”I adore every little thought in that head, amore mio~”

Another yank to your hair was given, tugging sideways so your bare neck was exposed for the vampire. An eerie chuckle greeted your ears as he ran his inhuman tongue over your flesh, teasing the veins underneath.

“Let me cherish you. WORSHIP you. I’d perish without you~”

Marko sank fangs into your throat. His pearly white sharpened canines punctured your tender flesh, freeing thick rivulets of crimson that ran down your shoulder. You mewled in pain, but your whine quickly shifted into a sultry moan as Marko snapped his hips. He massaged a tender spot deep inside you. One engorged ridge that made you see stars.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth hung slack. Marko fed from you, pulling your life’s nectar from your body. You swayed on your feet as a high hit you. The sense that you were floating set in. That sensation coupled with the ministrations of Marko’s brutal pace nudged you closer to the edge. That peak where you’d tip over into the abyss.

“F-FUCK! Master…~” You whined as you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, holding the pouty flesh hostage in between your teeth.

Feeling your body get closer and closer to the release was enough to push Marko towards his own. He unlatched himself from your neck and lapped at the last drops of blood as he kept railing you into the desk.

"Gonna cum for me, little one? Cum for your teacher and show me what devoted student you are?" he cooed. You nodded feverishly, causing him to smile so wickedly.

"I knew you were a good pupil. Come on, little love. Cum with me! Do it!!"

His command hit you like a goddamn truck. Your back arched against his chest and your head fell backwards. All of your limbs tensed up and your stomach contracted as the rush of orgasm consumed you. Pathetic cries mixed with his low moans. It was a truly beautiful sight.

"M-Marko!! Ooh my god~!!" you whimpered. The sweetness of your orgasm was already making quite the mess on the desk below you. It only turned Marko on more.

“If I could stay inside you for eternity, I would,” Marko cooed as he eyed the mess. “I love the masterpieces you make….”

Marko bucked into you one last time. He exploded inside you, his release bathing your insides with a flood of warmth in your lower belly. You whined as he twitched inside you, the writhing of both of your bodies making beautiful art together.

When the high of your pleasure finally subsided, you slumped over the desk again. You were completely spent, both from blood loss and Marko’s perfect cock. Either way, he was more than satisfied with how you looked underneath him. He was careful slipping out of you, knowing you had enough roughness for one day.

“There’s a good mate~” he cooed as he helped turn you over onto your back. You smiled sheepishly from how he stared at you with such intensitiy. “God, I’m a fuckin’ genius for getting you this costume.”

“You look pretty sexy yourself in that getup~”

Marko raised an eyebrow, amused by that statement. He slipping off the glasses with one hand and toyed with the buttons on his shirt with the other.

“What about what’s underneath this?”

Your shy smile morphed into a sly smirk at that question. The two of you kept the sultry gaze going while you wrapped your legs around his hips and tugged him closer again.

“Why don’t you show me, Sir?”

Marko liked that answer quite a bit. After all, as your teacher, he still had plenty of fun lessons to go over with you. He would be incredibly diligent with such an eager learner~

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myreygn · 2 years ago

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HELLO I SAW WHAT U SAID ABOUT DEMON SLAYER (THAT YOULL KISS ME LMFAO) BUT I WANTED TO ASK FOR MAYBE LEE ENMU??? YEAH IK HE JUST IS SO UNDERRATED IN THE TK COMMUNITY- idk why I’m yelling sorry but I need Lee or ler enmu anything pls 😭 my love for that man is indescribable and HE HAS LIKE NO TK CONTENT and that makes me sad awawaw but anyway have a good day or night or whatever time it is for u <333

Unhand me!

summary: Akaza allows himself to take a day off from the mission he was assigned and decides to stay at Mugen train - surely he and Enmu can avoid each other for the time being. Only that Enmu seemingly has no interest in avoiding Akaza and Upper Moon Three isn't one to turn down a challenge.

an: HI I'M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ALSO PLEASE YELL AS MUCH AS YOU WANT WE SUPPORT YELLING ON THIS BLOG- okay good news is i finally finished it and i had a lot of fun with it, i also learned to appreciate enmu more during the time i had this in my inbox and finished the manga so i feel like i was able to write for them a lot better than i would have been three months ago! thank you for the request - i went with akaza's pov for this one because i find his easier to write than enmu's, i hope that's okay ^^ it's set somewhere between s1 and s2, enjoy!

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tagging: @giggly-squiggily because i stole your rui/akaza-dynamic and @duckymcdoorknob because it's your husband <3

warnings: it's an akaza pov so lots of swearing!

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Akaza was exhausted. Which was ridiculous, considering that demons, let alone Upper Moons, shouldn’t even be able to feel something as mundane as exhaustion. Yet this stupid mission managed to- no, it wasn’t a stupid mission, there was no way he could even think that when there was so much as a chance of Muzan-sama listening in on his thoughts at that very moment.

A noticeable shiver ran through Akaza’s body and he jumped through the opening in the train’s roof (whatever purpose a damn skylight on a train had but alright). It would probably be best to just not think about this mission at all for a few hours. He had worked hard these past few weeks, he could take a day off. And while the company of Lower Moon One certainly wouldn’t be his first choice in any other situation (except maybe if it was between them and fucking Douma) the train they had brought under their control would do as lodging for now. Especially because it was in the engine shed which meant that there were no people around to disturb him and enough space to get away from Enmu in case they got too annoying.

Akaza slouched down in one of the seats, not bothering to open his eyes when he felt a poorly covered presence approaching. “I’m just crushing here for today, don’t make a fuss about it.”

No answer, but the presence was still there. Okay, weird, but it was undoubtedly exactly who he thought it was and he wasn’t gonna open his eyes for Enmu of all people. A little voice in the back of his head started squeaking about how disrespectful the lower ranked demon was being but honestly, Akaza didn’t have the energy to scold them right now. Who cared anyway, it was just the two of them and Enmu knew very well that Akaza could obliterate their ass within two seconds, so whatever.

He crossed his arms behind his head, leaning back and enjoying the silence. Well, while it lasted.

Tap.

Nope. Absolutely not.

Tap.

He was not gonna sacrifice his peace of mind for whatever bullshit Enmu was up to.

Tap tap. Taptaptaptaptap-

“GAH!” Akaza felt his eyes fly wide open and his foot crashed into the floor next to his seat at something squeezing his knee. A few quick tapping noises and a soft snicker that seemed to come from the walls rather than from the hand that sat patiently in the middle of the gangway, an aura of fake innocence and smugness to it that would’ve driven Akaza up the wall on any other day.

Today though? Maybe it was really only because he was so fed up with this not at all stupid, so much fun mission that he had been trying to complete for weeks now but he had to admit, he felt rather… playful. Daki and Gyutaro had plenty of playfights whenever they all came together and although he’d rather walk straight into the sun than admit it out loud, there was always a sting of jealousy in his chest watching them. He had no one he could do that with - these days he hardly ever came across anyone who a) matched his strength enough for them to actually do something like that, b) had the guts to challenge him and c) didn’t make him want to rip his own head off whenever they opened their mouth. Fucking Douma, honestly.

And sure, Enmu was only a lower moon but they still matched two out of the three necessary criteria, so maybe it was gonna be fun. The hand tapped the floor with its index finger and a mouth appeared on it, stretched into a wide grin. Fuck it, why shouldn’t he play along.

“You have balls, I’ll give you that.” He lunged forward, missing the hand only by a mere inch or so. Hm. Surprising enough. Of course he hadn’t used his full speed but he still had planned on catching the hand. Little fucker was quick - that, or he was more exhausted than he had thought. Maybe both. Probably both.

“That was a good one, Akaza-sama!”

Heavens, he didn’t need this creepy thing giving him compliments- “Hey!” In the brief second he had been busy thinking about how weird it was to literally talk to the hand (he had seen Enmu pull the talk to the hand move on one of the other lower moons once and begrudgingly admitted to himself that that had been pretty cool), said hand had lunged forward to squeeze his knee once more. That brave move brought an end to its attempt at a reign of terror though.

“Gotcha!” Akaza held the hand up by the fingers, pressing them together in a way he hoped wasn’t too painful - he was still having fun and didn’t really want that ruined by Enmu getting hurt and inevitably becoming horny over it - and smirked at the struggling limb. “What do you think you’re doing, huh?”

“Oh, I thought we were playing a little game,” Enmu chirped through the hand’s mouth (hands shouldn’t have mouths, jeez, Enmu was so weird), “Akaza-sama seemed so down on the bench, I thought I might as well try to cheer him up.”

“By sending your creepy hand to squeeze my knee?”

“Yes!” The thumb wriggled excitedly and Akaza was glad he was holding the other fingers hostage so he didn’t have to see them do it as well. “Douma-sama told me about Akaza-sama’s knees being quite, hum, sensitive, I wanted to see for myself!”

“He said that, huh?” Akaza felt heat boiling in his stomach but he couldn’t really tell whether it was anger or horror at the prospect of Douma spreading this particular weakness of his around like hot gossip - not that a vast majority of demons could manage to utilize it against him if he didn’t want them to. Still. Fucking Douma. “Did he tell you what would happen if you got busted by me?”

The hand seemed to stiffen a little at that and Akaza couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. “That’s what I thought. Tell you what, if you show yourself right now I might go easy on you.”

Silence. He lifted the hand to eye level. “Alright. You brought this upon yourself.”

A shriek echoed from the train’s walls and Akaza felt the corners of his mouth pull up in amazement. All he had done was gently scratch at the soft skin right where regular humans had their artery. “If your wrists are this bad, what about the rest of your hand?”

“Wahait, wait, Akahaza-samahahahaaa!”

Akaza snickered to himself, relentlessly dragging his blunt nails over Enmu’s wrist. (Enmu’s hand’s wrist? This was Enmu’s hand, right? He wondered whether they carried substitute hands in their pockets.) “I am waiting, waiting for you to come out so I can look at your face while I annihilate you.”

There was no real bite to his words and he was sure Enmu could tell - otherwise they would’ve probably thrown themselves in the dirt in front of Akaza already, begging to be left alive. Not that Akaza had the authority to kill the last remaining lower moon just like that but Enmu probably didn’t know that, and honestly, they didn’t need to. He was allowed to keep at least a little bit of his threatening exterior.

Although how threatening could he seem, standing in an empty train and tickling a detached hand? Probably not very, but whatever, looking threatening wasn’t the top priority right now. The top priority remained getting that little weasel Enmu to leave their hiding spot and if he had to bring out the big guns for that, then fine, he’d bring out the big guns.

“AIEEE! Ahahahakazaha-sahahama! Nohot thahahahat!”

Enmu was losing it now and the whole train vibrated as if shaken by their high and shrieky cackles. Akaza allowed himself an evil chuckle. There was something very satisfying about hearing that normally melodic and breathy voice brought to such loud and, dare he say it, ridiculous noises. Especially considering that he wasn’t really doing much aside from gently scribbling over the palm of the hand - as he knew all too well from countless humiliating interactions with Douma, a light touch was often enough to really get someone screaming and Enmu didn’t seem to be the exception to that.

“Ahakazahaha-sahahamaha, unhahand mehehe!”

“Oh, you think you’re really funny, huh?!”

“NAHAHAT THEHE PAHAHALM!”

Growing more hysterical by the second.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Hilarious.

“You know what to do if you want me to stop.” Akaza smirked to himself when a low thud behind him notified him of Enmu’s long overdue surrender and he stopped his attack on the hand to turn around to an absolutely demolished looking lower moon. As soon as he took his fingers off, the limb went limp (Ha ha.) and he gave himself a moment to relish in the sound of Enmu desperately gasping for air. “There you are, you little freak. So I guess that means I win.”

“Ehe, indeed you do. Well played, Akaza-sama.” Enmu got on their knees and grinned up at him, cheeks flushed and lips stretched into a pleased smile; a smile Akaza found himself returning, much to his surprise. “May I have a turn now?”

The upper moon hesitated for a moment. Pausing and really thinking about it, this was beyond inappropriate, but then again… it wasn’t like Muzan-sama didn’t already know about the tickle fights amongst his Kizuki. And even if Enmu went on to tattle about this to Douma, well, it wasn’t like Douma didn’t know about Akaza’s tendency to goof off with the lower moons as well. Or at least his tendency to goof off with a former lower moon.

Akaza felt the ever so slight hint of a sting in his chest; he knew he shouldn’t, but damn, he missed Rui. He remembered their tickle fights, their games of hide and seek, Rui demanding piggyback rides. And grief was such an embarrassingly human feeling to experience, but to call it anything else would be a lie. For a moment he wondered whether Rui missed him too, watched him even - wouldn’t Rui want him to do this? He could almost sense the kid nudging him from the afterlife - Do it! I haven’t seen you laugh in a while! And Enmu was still there, still looking up at him so expectantly and fuck it, why the hell not!

“Bring it on, sleeping beauty.”

Maybe it was okay to feel a little human every now and then.

#rey writes #tword fic #demon slayer #demon slayer fic #kimetsu no yaiba #12 kizuki #enmu #akaza #ticklish!enmu #lee!enmu #ler!akaza

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high-voltage-rat · 5 months ago

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POV: you're a student at GEARS University and the weird 35-year-old who sat next to you in Mecha Piloting 101 and never took off their safety goggles is your neuroscience TA because it turns out she's a literal actual doctor.

As I mentioned in my art of her post-reset self, Ravyn is much more fleshed out as a character in Mechquest. So here's my lore-dump, which may serve as the preface to me posting the fic I'm writing of her (if I can work up the courage to do so, lmao).

As a fun little intro, some trivia:

Always introduces themself as "Ravyn, Ray if you prefer single syllables".

Wears their lab goggles and white coat as part of their piloting gear because they're paranoid about ocular open globe injuries and their coat is fire-resistant. Other medical professionals tease her for being like a med student who wears their first white coat everywhere.

Uses her energy blade for everything: lighting the way to the bathroom, opening packages, making toast, and cutting her hair over the garbage can any time it gets long enough to be in the way.

Lectures everyone who will listen on why acetaminophen and ibuprofen should be taken together for their synergistic mechanisms, the ideal nutrient intake to have energy throughout the day, and the neurochemical reasons why one should maintain good sleep hygiene.

Is also a hypocrite who doesn't eat or sleep right themself.

Considered joining Mystraven, but couldn't bear the jokes about Ravyn and Ravens that were sure to come, so joined Runehawk instead. Still hears bird jokes regularly from Starbuck anyway.

Loves to design new ways to inject mecha into combat. Really enjoys a "fastball special"-esque entry using the momentum of a dropship taking a tight turn to fling her at the enemy. Sys-Zero is the only one brave enough to do it, though.

(Thanks to @cyraen-ae for the character sheet template!!!)

Unlike most students of GEARS, Ravyn isn't a young teen full of fire when she enrolls. In fact, up until the Shadowscythe war, they'd never really piloted a mecha before. Born in Tibattleonia on Loreon, Ravyn discovered early on in their life that they were gifted with a natural affinity for psychic, specifically empathetic, magic. Able to feel the emotions of others, and even manipulate them to a degree, she naturally fell into the path of a doctor- using her abilities to soothe pain, ease fear, and even diagnose issues in the cases where patients found themselves unable to describe their ailments. In cases where anaesthesia wasn't an option, her abilities were highly valued- though using them always left her feeling quite drained.

She was a Neurocritical Care specialist serving with the Soluna Defence Force's Medical Corps, nearly through her fellowship with no thoughts of a career change- when the MASH unit she was stationed at suddenly found itself under constant fire from a threat they'd never seen before. The Shadowscythe hit them hard, the soldiers posted to protect them were going down, and for the first time, the doctors of the camp had to requisition a communal mech to allow them to chip in on defending their patients. Originally very reluctant to pilot, Ravyn was taught how to pilot by the head surgeon of their camp, Col. Henry, and quickly found that they were a natural prodigy- and a bit of an adrenaline junkie, to boot. Their quick thinking, impulsive but tactical, and highly adaptable nature meant that their piloting was full of decisive and strategic moves that made them a very effective pilot- and the precision of a doctor accustomed to neurological procedures is not to be underestimated.

Over the next few months, she began spending less and less time in the O.R., and more and more time at the helm of their Skuld mecha, affectionately nicknamed "the Monster M.A.S.H.". Her coworkers pushed for her to receive formal training at GEARS, believing that she could do a great deal of good if she honed her natural talent. She didn't want to leave her patients and colleagues, but eventually reluctantly agreed, and the camp chipped in to buy a new communal mecha, sending The Monster M.A.S.H. with her as a not-so-regulation parting gift when she left. In the spirit of that mecha, she tries to keep her oath of non-maleficence whenever possible, avoiding fights with non-Shadowscythe at every opportunity, and fighting to subdue and minimize harm when she can't.

As one might expect, this highly atypical background left them pretty alienated from the rest of their GEARS class- being a solid 12 years older than everyone else will do that to you. They ended up being closer to professors like Sys-Zero, external professionals like Helia, and grad students like Starbuck, Jaania, Casca, and Xaria- though they did also form an odd friendship with the Reliant crew (River, Sally, Dooder). As the war progressed, they grew closer with the crew as they ran missions together regularly, and with Sys-Zero, Warlic, Char, the house leaders, and Odessa as the people bearing the burden of leadership in the darkest times their world had ever seen.

The Shadowscythe take a lot from Ravyn- she witnesses the ruins of her hometown firsthand, has to fight twisted creatures in its crumbling rubble. She watches the mecha of friends crumple and burn under their fire. One day, one of her closest friends from the M.A.S.H. camp comes into Specific Hospital on a stretcher, and breaks down as he tells her that everyone else is gone. She sees the horror of the Shadowscythe virus, turning people she cares about into enemies. This all leaves her with significant PTSD, including night terrors. Despite it all, however, she fights hard to hold onto her sense of humour, to love warmly, and to keep hope alive in the hearts of those she protects.

That's something the reset can never change.

#late nights with ali #ali plays ae #mechquest #hero mechquest #mechquest hero #oc: ravyn #my art #I have a few kind of mini-fics I keep waffling back and forth on turning into an actual continuous mq fic but like #ehhhh it's already taking a lot of guts for me to post my art. let alone a fic #BUT the brainrot is strong and the whole summer is ahead of me so we shall see #also the lack of her mq hairstyle in df is honestly so sad to me. but I've integrated it into my lore #you see.... in df she's not cutting it with an energy blade all the time and destroying the natural curl pattern with plasma #she just uses a regular knife instead lmao #also also her scarf colour does change in the reset and it's also lore and yes it's emotionally devastating but that's a whole other post <#anyway yeah I could scream about her for hours she's my sad little fucked up meow meow and I'm inflicting The Horrors on her regularly #but it's okay I also gave her some really nice found family too

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alrightbuckaroo · 10 months ago

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Hello! I have a nice ask week ask for you: If you could write an AU in which Carlos and the 126 became the characters in Winnie the Pooh (ie. Freaky Friday/13 going on 30 style), who would take on the personality of what Winne the Pooh character and why?

Oh hello CIG this is a such lovely and fitting question!

I apologize for the full on essay you're about to get, but a ridiculous amount of thought ended up going into this hahah

Owen, without a doubt, would be Tigger. He's very energetic, can border on chaotic, but is also filled to the brim with optimism. They're both also extremely confident, though that can be to the detriment of those around them.

I don't know why, but I feel like Judd would be Eeyore. Maybe not to an exact T, and the comparison might be more apt for s1 Judd, but I think they're both very methodical about how they do things (I can not believe I just called EEYORE methodical oh my gosh).

While I don't think Judd is nearly as pessimistic and sad, I think they're both more a bit grounded in reality than the people (or animals) around tend to be.

I'm going to continue the trend of I don't know why I think this, but in my head, Carlos is Rabbit. Both very practical, well meaning but can lose sight of what it means to be a team. Not necessarily in a bad way, but just in the sense that sometimes, you need help; you can't do it all yourself.

I also feel like Rabbit reacting to the other animals of the Hundred Acre Wood getting into messes is how Carlos feels when the 126 tries to solve crimes without him or any police presence there.

Paul is Owl to me. I don't think he's nearly as egotistical as Owl can be sometimes (I get it, he's old and wise, you're gonna start patting yourself on the back at some point), but I do think they share a lot of other similarities. I think they're both very friendly and welcoming, and Owl's long-winded speeches reminds me of Paul breaking down everything he's noticed.

TK is Winnie the Pooh and I like to think that the way Winnie the Pooh feels about honey is how TK feels about love. Again, not the most direct counter-part, but they're both so lovable and loving.

Also, I feel like the other animals are always getting Winnie out of scrapes and really where does the line between constantly getting stuck in some type of hole and ending up in a coma begin and end?

Kanga is a hard one because I feel like it's a toss up between Nancy and Grace. I feel like they're both so similar to her and kind of in the same ways. Kind hearted, well meaning and oh so patient. It's funny, I feel like this is the one that makes the most sense, and for both of them!

Mateo is absolutely Roo. Energetic, bright-eyed and a bit green. Happy to jump (no pun intended, well, kind of intended) head first into anything even if it can be a little out of their reach.

Nancy and Marjan are hard to find similarities to, I'm not going to lie! I don't think there's any character that really captures Marjan's badassness enough, especially since all I'm left with is Piglet hahah.

I think Marjan might also be in the camp with Owen and be more aligned with Tigger than anyone else. Again, full of energy but can be a bit chaotic if left to their devices.

Nancy maybe has the smallest lit bits of sprinkling of Piglet, but only when it comes to playing softball. Other than that, I think she might be a bit more aligned with Rabbit in the sense she can be very practical and pull TK back down to Earth when he needs it.

#this is longer than some fics i've written o m G! 😭#that said thank you for the ask because it was fun to dive into!#asked and answered

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 1 year ago

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Hi! I hope you're having a great day. Can I request a match up for KNY and MHA? If you only do one, then I choose MHA.

I'm a 1,60m tall female (she/they pronouns). Pansexual. Slightly chubby but I'm quite strong physically (I can lift almost all of my friends), I love sports, drawing and engaging in any activities that catch my interest. My love language is physical touch, quality time and words of affirmation/encouragement (not just "i love you's"), I'm quite hyperactive, I love moving around and ramble about the things I like, I hate injustice so whenever I see something I find unfair I tend to stand up for what I think it's correct. Sometimes I'm stubborn and might lose my temper but I need alone time to relax, just then I apologize. I'm extroverted and outgoing, I love hanging out with my friends and family, partying and staying active. Often people say I'm reliable and come to me for advice so I consider myself a good friend, I hate it when any of my friends is going though a hard time so I do my best to help them and cheer them up. There are times where my social energy just shuts down and all I want to do is chill and relax in my bedroom, reading mangas, writing or making puzzles. I just want someone who matches my energy to do all these things together and cuddle lol.

one last thing if possible, don't match me with minors please! i'm an adult.

that's it, thank you so much in advance!<3

(Oooo this is the 1st match up request I got, I really really hope you enjoyed this and like the results)

I match you with:

⛓️Nemuri Kayama⛓️

- She’s a really good listener so whenever you are rambling on and on she’ll listen intently and will remember everything you say.

- She’s 5’9 so she was surprised when you carried her for the first time. She also makes it known to everyone, especially to you, how much she admires how physical strong you are.

- She’s really good at using her words to encourage you. With physical touch she likes to hold your hand, giving it a soft squeeze or kiss whenever she feels that you are anxious or nervous about something. She likes to spend quality time with you by doing whatever sports you want or solving a puzzle together.

- Since she is a Pro Hero she also dislikes injustice so that’s another thing you two have in common. Will stand up with you to back you up if you need it.

- She’s also outgoing and very extroverted so she’ll party with you and even invite some of her friends if you allow it.

- Not often does she need any advice but whenever she does she goes to you since everyone always goes to you. She always makes sure that you know that she’ll always be there for you whenever you need any advice.

- She’s a very patient person so whenever you snap at her she’ll understand that you need some time for yourself and when you apologize she’ll happily forgive you.

- If it’s alright with you whenever your social energy is gone she’ll quietly be there next to you, both of you silently enjoying each others presence while doing the things you love in your home.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- She also rambles a lot so she certainly doesn’t mind at all about you rambling about your interests. She loves it whenever you talk all passionately about the manga you’ve been reading.

- Always compliments you a ton on your physical strength, she never wants you to be insecure about it like she use to be in her past.

- Physical touch is her specialty, whenever it’s giving you hugs, kisses, cuddles, holding hands, and so much more. She’s good at giving you words of encouragement, though she sometimes gets nervous because she’s afraid that she might say the wrong thing. She spends all of her time off missions with you and she never gets sick of it.

- Really admires that you stick up for what’s right instead of staying silent. Whenever you’re standing up to someone she stands by you, looking at you in amazement.

- She would love to meet your family and for you to meet hers since they are very close to her. She also would want you to meet the other Hashira since all of them are her friends.

- She always goes to you whenever she needs advice or when she needs to decide on something.

- When you lose your temper she’ll be surprised at first but will understand that you need time alone and will accept your apology.

- When your social energy is completely gone she will give you some space unless you tell her that she can be in the room. Then if she’s in the room she’ll do her best to keep quiet and make you feel better and more socially energized.

Masterlist

#mha matchups #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha midnight #midnight x reader #nemuri kayama #kny matchups #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri x y/n #mitsuri kanroji

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videcoeur · 11 months ago

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For every ☼ in my askbox I'll mention someone I want to roleplay with or roleplay with more! - X

There are actually so many people I'd like to rp with or roleplay more with, but being a very ill person makes it very hard for me. I only reply every couple of months and I always feel like I have to apologize for it. I care deeply for each and every single one of my patient partners though.

For this ask, I'm going to mention @medicus-mortem because she and I have been roleplaying for a while and I just really vibe with them! I love how Ashi writes Law and our roleplay dynamic in general. No matter which character I threw at them, I had fun. Laffitte & Sadi mostly as I've taken Bonney off the list, but I'm also excited about our thread with Carina and the future ones we're going to write.

I wish I had more energy and time to give to my roleplay partners, as they all deserve it greatly. And I'm shamelessly using this ask as a shout-out to one of my all time favorites.

Thank you for writing with me!

#( ooc. )#Thank you for sending one in!!

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laminy · 1 year ago

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I’m back! I just binge read three more chapters of ITBASM but I wanted to point out something in chapter 14 again when Rami and Joe end up in front of Rami’s old building. I might be super weirdly sensitive or I think way too much about these things 😅 but reading that part with Rami in front of the building literally got to me.

I know you said previously “…so I do sometimes feel like I didn't dive into his feelings as much.”

Even though you think you didn’t, for people like me (the ones who think way too much or can be insightful sometimes), I didn’t even need any inner thoughts from Rami to be able to assume what he was going through in those moments. I could simply imagine the thoughts that might’ve been racing through Rami’s head. Or maybe no thoughts at all.

“There’s so much he wants to say, that he can’t find it in him to open his mouth and say any of it, so he just stands there in Joe’s arms...”

Okay going to be so honest, I misread that part lol and thought it said, “There’s so much he wants to say, that he can’t find the words to say it.”

And my train of thought went in a different direction lol. But I was originally going to say that I can absolutely understand Rami feeling that way, having so much to say that’s bottled up but not knowing when to say it or even how to say it.

I still relate to the actual words where Rami can’t find it in himself to open his mouth and say any of it. Especially in his circumstance, Rami’s inner thoughts are possibly messy and everywhere. I can relate to Rami not being able to find it in himself to say anything he’s possibly thinking.

I can only assume Rami’s emotions are everywhere and sometimes it’s easier to just lean on someone for support during those times. Especially if that someone is most likely to understand that you have something bottled up, but not ready to share/can’t share because you don’t have the energy to do so (that someone for Rami is Joe).

“‘I just wasn’t expecting it,” Rami says. “I…I knew, obviously, I knew where we were, but I wasn’t paying any attention. And it’s just. Here. Like nothing’s changed. How has nothing changed in that long?’”

I am someone who absolutely HATES change and it’s hard to get used to and become adjusted to even the simplest of changes, I shudder thinking about how Rami has to try and adjust to a HUGE change. I can’t imagine being in Rami’s shoes. Just suddenly being stuck in a place that is familiar but also absolutely not familiar is no doubt hard to “recover” from. Just the thought of being forced away from everything you know and love for a year to come back and see all of that gone, everything changed and shifted, it makes me sad for Rami.

Especially since, like you said, Rami was so close with his brother. Just to suddenly be ripped away from a future where he could’ve and should’ve been reunited with his brother and family. Rami seeing that building where he probably made many memories with Sami would definitely bring complicated thoughts and emotions.

The thought that Rami won’t get the opportunity to ever make new memories with Sami would weigh on Rami’s heart and mind. I’m glad Rami has Joe who is very understanding and patient.

I’ve said it already but I’ll say it again, it’s the way you write your fics for me. I love fics that make me feel like I’m observing the actual story and characters. Just feels so much more immersive and I think that’s what I really look forward to with reading fics. The feeling of spectating a story and you’ve absolutely got that covered! (sorry if this is choppy, I wrote this on my way to work lol)

gosh you wrote this on the way to work? lol don't apologize, I'm a mess before work lol do my eyes even open before 8AM???

The thought that Rami won’t get the opportunity to ever make new memories with Sami...

Thank you for breaking my heart lol even though I wrote this and I did this to him, when you put it like that you made it sound so sad!

I am definitely feeling "poor Rami how did I do this to him" right now. I hurt him :(

But I am very glad you are enjoying the way I wrote him and the exploration of his feelings and thoughts, it really means a lot.

#thank you!!!

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i-sveikata · 1 year ago

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Hey there! Maybe you are in the writing process for the next chapter hehe. I am going to apologise in advance for the random babbling I am going to do. 🙏

I think after everything is done, Vegas and Pete should seek professional help. Not only them others too lol. Even if they would get back together things won't be that easy. No matter what someone like Vegas deserves love too. It's not easy to forgive what he did for Pete though. I think Pete's grandmother would love him and Macau in the future. As long as she doesn't know the whole story I guess. Vegas is like Khan's guard dog. In the series after Khan's death, How Vegas behave kind of explains things about their father-son bullshit bond. I wish they could show us a little bit about how to survive after getting four bullet wounds. Series lack details. *Sigh* Both Vegas and Pete's characters are complicated. Who's more complicated in your opinion? To me it's Pete.

I am very excited to know what's going to happen in your way. I love how you explain every piece in detail. Sometimes I read slowly to absorb everything🤣Lol. That's weird. Patiently waiting for the next chapter. Lots of love and hugs to you amazing writer. 🤗 ❤

Hello there!! I am for sure in the writing process for the next chap I just write bits and pieces whenever I have the time tbh but we are definitely in that process now!

Omg I TOTALLY agree with you anon they and so many other characters seriously should seek therapy but considering all the trauma that tankhun went through as a child and he clearly needed help but it’s seems like he was mostly left to deal with it himself I’m assuming the family doesnt really put any thought or value into their mental health or even consider talking to professionals. I mean ideally we would all want them to seek some kind of help but I seriously doubt that they would especially when most of them prefer to pretend they’re never vulnerable.

Yeah so true even Vegas deserves love! Though of course yeah hard to imagine him ever being forgiven for what he did to Pete (nor should it be expected that Pete ever has to forgive him too!!) I think Pete’s grandmother would like Vegas especially in the ways he places so much time and energy and value in Pete esp when Pete might not value himself. I defs think she’s too clever to fall for his bullshit if she was ever to meet him in person though and yeah of course she’d love Macau too! Yeah the dynamic between Vegas and his dad is like super messy for sure and he defs won’t know what to do with himself once he’s gone. Omg yeah I swear doesn’t he get like shot in the chest multiple times in the show?!? Lol no idea how Vegas survived that but I wasn’t complaining. Hmm that’s a good question and I guess I would say both? Tbh they’re complicated in similar ways but then they’re also complicated in different ones too??? it’d be hard to pick one.

Ah thanks so much for saying so!! I hope you like the rest that I come up with!! Omg lol no that’s not weird at all I’m so glad that you’re taking the time to appreciate it!! Thanks so much!! Lots of love and hugs sent right back angel!

#fic asks #I’ll fill the graveyards until I have you

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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 2 months ago

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something something enigma

sometimes I wondered how often in his mind

he repeated sherlock's monologue to an infant

like a video you save to look at

a favorite scene that always inspires in you

a feeling you desperately want to feel again

but you'll die before you admit to it

that dialogue and energy between two beloved characters

humans making mistakes in states of passion

and somehow saving at least one world in the end

humans may not need gods but they do need

stories and characters that saw the world

a little bit through their eyes and experience

and since there are so many of us

we need so many different kinds of stories

we all have our own little worlds in our own imaginations

and sometimes we don't like the roles we end up playing

in someone else's theatre but it happens

and you get to write the script to make amends

"to you the world remains an impenetrable mystery

whereas to me it is an open book

hard logic verses romantic whimsy

that is your choice

you fail to connect actions to their consequences"

when he talked to me back then

and it took me a long time to realize

it's not that I didn't see the actions or the consequences

I just didn't understand that

it mattered that the consequences hurt me

I'd somehow forgotten that along the way

and the road that got there had been sad and lonely

but I was going to get off that road

if I had to build the fucking road myself

with nothing but a damned shovel

and not only was I going to build a road

with a shovel but I'd be singing while I did it

I'd forgotten how to romanticize love

but I could tell you a really pretty story

about nature because nature is innately sad

the wild daughters of nature are raised to survive

and the lost boys of night are raised to fight

and nature cries when they fall to fate

often sooner then those who wait patiently for death

instead I think he waited patiently for me

to remember how to live and like myself doing it

he knew how hurt and vulnerable I was

and knew just how to make me laugh

or encourage me without having to know anything

just remind me how he recognized me in things

that reminded him of me or adventures we had

there was so much thought and care put into his efforts

and there really wasn't much specifically said

and for an overthinker like me that was so frustrating

somehow it was easier for us to speak using art and words

and other multimedia form

other minds we enjoyed and respected

and felt the other would agree with

I'd never known that kind of consistent friendship before

sometimes it was overwhelming and uncomfortable

and he took great great pains to make sure

I knew our relationship to be platonic

and I really tried to test him a few times

I think when you get love starved

sometimes you can make yourself sick

the first time you get a taste of love again

kind of makes you realize why things get toxic

he'd been there too and knew how to handle it

and it made me smile to realize how much

we loved les miserables and how

often our stages reflected each others

it was a very protective kind of affection

warm and safe and unexpecting

with firm boundaries and limits

it was something I'd never experienced before

because I'd never learned any different

like the older brother an elder sister

never really gets to have but imagines

just to have someone in her corner who gets it

I've always felt really lucky to have gotten to meet him

and have him in my life throughout our wild stages

no matter what role we tried to play for each other

we tried to be adaptable even if feelings got hurt

not that either of us did a great job communicating them

or when we tried we just overwhelmed each other

by speaking completely different languages

logic verses whimsy though we also had this

real weird way of inspiring the opposite out of each other

which it doesn't seem like either of us ever

really figured out the mechanics of

which always kept things at least interesting

he knew me and he saw me enough

to remind me when I forgot myself

and that's really cool

that he did all that

isn't it?

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calespsychoticbubble · 6 months ago

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There is just so much.

To say that is an understatement. There is truly just so much going on in my life at this time that there are some days where my life does not feel like my own. I wouldn't say it's necessarily a bad thing, but it does get overwhelming at times.

Working full time has been such a blessing these past few years, and I'm glad that I have never been without work. And my job has been great despite any challenges. I've learned a lot about what I want to do in my work and where my strengths come in handy. I've gradually built relationships with some staff members and I have grown more comfortable being myself at work. The security I feel knowing my job will be there year after year has given me a lot of peace and it came at just the right time. After almost four years of work, I forget that I started in a very different place and being here is something I'm very grateful for. At the same time, work is tiring. It's relentless, Monday to Friday (although it's a blessing I don't work on weekends), and as an introvert I give a lot of energy to serve my colleagues and my students. And with so many other things going on outside of work, I find myself distracted, thinking about everything else on my plate. During those times, I am not giving my best effort.

It's why, even though I am quite occupied, I try not to work on my masters course while I am at work. Splitting my attention during the work day has not been very effective and I would prefer to do one thing at a time. That means, when I get home, I do have to take time each evening to do course work. That might be reading, writing a response, filming a video (for my current class), responding to others, researching for projects, etc. I try to be diligent and stay ahead of the schedule so that I have buffer days for when I can't make time or I get sick (which did happen earlier this year), so there are days where I can have two or three hours of work. Fortunately, my fiance also has work to do in the evenings so we tend to spend many days a week just working in the same space, but we still try to make time to talk and engage in hobbies together. I am grateful that I get to study while working, as my courses are related to my work, but balancing the two takes some care that I get tired of doing. God has been very gracious in giving me time when I need it, so I haven't handed in anything late or missed assignments, but the mental exhaustion of it is hard.

On top of those things, I am also engaged and planning a wedding. My fiance and I discussed for a while before getting engaged, so it's not like it was a surprise, but I guess I forgot how much work planning a wedding can be. We take an hour or so each week to do wedding-related things, sometimes more if we can, but it's slow work that sometimes sparks disagreement. My fiance and I mostly debate about how to do things (I want it efficient, he wants it (as close to) perfect), and the frustration comes from that. Not that our disagreements have been terrible, but we do get into debates and need to reset because we're losing sight of the original question. I wish things could be done faster sometimes, but both of us do have a lot going on and I'm trying to be patient and gracious in these moments.

And as if that weren't enough, my fiance is now applying to jobs and wondering if we should relocate for a few years. We've been talking about this for at least a month or so when he first started doing interviews, and I said that I would be fine if it was short term (under 5 years), abroad was fine if it was only one or two years, but we would have to discuss seriously if it was really an option. And lo and behold, he might get an offer from a job in another city in Canada. It's been stressful for him going through all these job interviews, but his efforts have proved fruitful as he not only has that job offer potentially on the way, but potentially two others as well. With all these potential options on our table, we've been talking for days trying to figure out what to do. Do we stay where we've been for five years and just keep living as we have been, even though the job here is not as interesting or helpful for his career? Or do we take a risk and move to another city where we don't know anyone, don't have our community, but would be aligned with his research interests and would be a great first step for his career? Albeit, my fiance has said the move would only be temporary, and we would only stay in that city as long as we liked it/were called to stay. If even after a year it's not working, we would leave. Those thoughts might be idealistic, but I would want it to be short term because of the community we have here already. Through much discussion and some tears, as we spoke to my parents about these options and they gave their perspective and advice, we are still undecided, partially because we are waiting for official offers from these companies.

With all of this going on, it truly is so much. I don't know if it's all supposed to happen at once, but this is what is happening in my life. I never planned to be this busy and this packed, but here I am. I always said I wasn't going to plan a wedding while I was still in school, but now I'm planning a wedding while working and doing school. Life is so crazy sometimes and there's just so much to think about. I've been praying about it in my daily devotions and journaling, and my fiance has also been praying on his own, and we've also been praying together to see where God will lead us. Are we called to stay? To leave? Is it time for me to take a pause in my work to focus on my studies and support my fiance in his first career job?

All of this might be answered in the next couple weeks as the offers come in, so we are continuing to pray and ask some of the older figures in our lives on what to do. I pray that God would lead us to make the decision that would best glorify Him and aligns with His plan for us.

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ciaossu-imagines · 11 months ago

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Since you said you ship me with Yata, I would like to ask you about how you think Yata would deal with his s/o having dystonia. Again, everywhere in the body, like I clarified in our DMs (though I forgot some body parts so just imagine every muscle that can do move, moving against the person’s will. An example of one I forgot was my eyes, so eyes can just stare at a certain spot and I’m not zoning out, I just have to look in that direction because cramps say so) and it can happen at any time of the day. I’ll also add that bit about his s/o not having much energy because man likes moving around and doing things and I can imagine that being difficult for him so how do you think he’d deal with that aspect as well?

I'm always happy to write your requests, though I am sorry this took so very, very long to get out to you! Thanks for sending this in and I hope you'll enjoy!

Okay, but a cute little thing I've had in my mind for a little bit now, but as you pointed out Yata does have a lot of energy. And while he tries generally to be accepting of the limitations your disease has on your body, sometimes he does get aggravated or annoyed by it. Never by you and his little frustrations and outbursts will never be directed at you. Any indication that you took them as being such or were hurt by them would probably make Yata feel like absolute shit, to be honest, and while he has troubles making actual apologies, he would go out of his way to make it up to you.

But those times when he is aggravated or frustrated that you can't go on these grand adventures with him? Oh, he will find ways to solve that. I could totally see this boy just legit stealing a wheelchair from a store and running it back to you, just picking you up and setting you in it because there, problem solved. He'll run you around or skateboard while pushing the wheelchair so that the two of you can go on these grand 'adventures' without there being any worry about it causing too much pain or wear and tear on your body.

I will say that your illness really bothered him at first and it is something that he has to grow to accept and get used to. It wasn't even the limitations it places on you or that it might make dates harder or that it might affect him and his plans and ideas for the two of you. It's that he genuinely doesn't know anything about your medical condition. He's not really that book smart, he finds studying really hard so research into it isn't really going to get him anywhere. It's something entirely foreign to him, he doesn't know what it is fully, how it affects you, and to him, he just figures it causes you pain and hardship and that kind of pisses him off. Add to that the worry he'd have that something as serious sounding as your illness might actually affect your lifespan and might shorten it and he's just going to be generally really angry at your illness and really pissed off in general and he won't know how to deal with it right off.

You'll need to be good about explaining your condition to him in short bursts, in easy to understand language. Don't information dump him because it will only make him feel overwhelmed and more worried and when he gets those kinds of hard to deal with emotions, Yata does convert them into just anger and doesn't deal with them well. Explain, be patient with him, give him time to process the information and to ask questions, and he will eventually come around to being able to accept your dystonia as just a part of you and not as something scary or something he can fight with anger and denial.

I will say, the eye thing is something that really did throw him at first and it will for the first several times he experiences it. It's a little uncanny to see and he definitely will assume you're purposefully staring at something and will need the reminder that nope, this is just something your body does every now and again. He will get used to it and it will just become a quirk of yours to him with enough time but for the first four or five times it happens around him, Yata is going to be a little freaked by it or unsure about it.

Lastly, I will say that despite his frustrations or worry or unsureness around your medical condition, if anyone else were to in any way even just maybe imply that it made you less than in any way or any kind of burden, save for maybe HOMRA's upper echelon, even if that implication was only in Yata reading their words wrong, this boy will be ready to throw down for you. Yeah, he can complain and yeah he can question and yeah, he can be frustrated at times but that's because you know how he feels and you know he has your back so it's okay for him. Anyone else will get a skateboard to the head quite happily (or happily for Yata at least).

#replies #k project #project k #yata misaki #headcanons

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favoritism was an unprofessional trait to engage in, so fern tried to abstain at all costs. there was no need to compare her clients or judge them against each other; each one was just as deserving of help as the last. it wasn’t that arlo was any better than her other patients, or any worse, given how she’d been offering him special treatment, just that he needed a very unique sort of approach, and fern was willing to take risks if it meant they’d get over this current hurdle in his improvement. it was her desire to help that had her so attached, that’s all, and seeing firsthand the progress he’d made while in her care was enough to encourage fern to keep focusing her energy on him, because it was clearly working. not all of her patients needed the same level of attentiveness as him, but he was a fragile boy in a fragile state of mind, so of course she was going to offer as much support as she possibly could. it seemed that arlo understood her role in his life well enough by now to see that she was highly invested in his well-being, and that’s why she pushed him to try things other therapists wouldn’t normally suggest. this had become more than just a job to her— she could go on with their regular sessions for god knows how long, taking his money and giving him enough help to stay afloat, but not enough to discontinue their sessions. if she’d really been desperate for money, she’d have taken one of the many offers to return to modeling, or write a raunchy memoir about the salacious life of a teen model enmeshed in the new york underground music scene like her former agent had been insisting upon for the better part of a decade now. going back to school and getting into therapy, her main goal was to help people, not take their money. she'd been her ex husband's unofficial therapist for two decades, so why not make an official career of it? fern was a natural born fixer, so it was no surprise she'd become so invested in arlo. this proposition was the true test of his trust, and the stakes were so high that when he finally agreed to give her idea a try, she felt her gut flip, though she masked any strong reaction with a placid smile. “if you don’t feel better by the end of the hour, we don’t have to do this, or talk about this ever again, if you don’t want to. and we only have— thirty eight minutes left, we’ll take fifteen minute to wrap up, that’s just twenty three minutes of being a little uncomfortable.” hopefully when he got into it— if he was actually able to get into it— his discomfort would be replaced with pleasure, relief, something of the sort. her gaze flickered to the movement of his hands stroking his thighs before she corrected herself. “whatever you need to say or do is allowed, just as long as you keep your hands to yourself. but i’ll be telling you what to do, for the most part, so you don’t need to worry about doing the wrong thing.” taking the control out of his hands would likely eliminate some of the pressure arlo was feeling, taking away his need to make hard decisions and shouldering that burden herself. “if there’s anything you’re not comfortable with, or if something doesn’t feel right, or you wanna stop at any point, please, please tell me. ok? i don’t want you to go along with something for my benefit if it doesn’t feel right, you still have the power to say no.” no matter what she said, there would always be an unhealthy power imbalance between them, and he would always be more likely to be influenced by what she thought was right, but in this case it wasn’t a sinister thing. fern really did have his best interests at heart; she wouldn’t have been able to live with herself had she talked a patient into a sexual situation just for her own personal benefit.

arlo hadn't doubted for a second that the only reason fern would bring up such an unusual technique would be that she believed it would work. he wasn't stupid enough to believe that it was a necessarily ethical suggestion, in fact in any other situation it would have been easy to paint fern as some kind of villain and arlo nothing more than the innocent victim of her manipulative ways- anyone who would think that though had no idea about the real nature of their relationship and he would have fought them tooth and nail to prove her innocence. if it was frowned upon and fern was still willing to give it a shot, that had to mean she cared more about him than she did her reputation, or that she believed he wouldn't tell anyone even if he decided against following her recommendation. he wouldn't, but he also knew that despite his apprehension, the sheer weight of fern's care for him was impossible to ignore, he wasn't capable of refusing that kind of affection from someone he had such strong feelings for, even if it came about strangely. she'd already helped him so much, when he first started seeing her he had been even more closed up than he was then, almost unable to look her in the eye or talk about anything other than the most basic of conversational topics. the change was impossible to ignore, and without her help he would have still been rotting away in his bedroom, struggling every day to find the bravery to get up and live his life. could he turn his trust away from her now on the basis that he'd be made uncomfortable by having to perform an act he found almost impossible to commit to even when alone? was that a good enough reason? if she was right, then maybe they could work through that and he would never have to feel that intense shame ever again, even if that meant having to feel it in buckets loads first in front of her. if they'd managed to work through what had happened during his hypnosis, then it was possible they could work past this too,it was a much more blatant exposure but wasn't that better in a way? at least he had control of himself, he could place his hand where fern told him to, he wouldn't be violating her trust if it was her who wanted him to touch himself in the first place. deep down, past all the uncertainty, it was undeniably erotic, and the further arlo waded to get through the embarrassment, the closer he got to realising that fact. "if you... if you really think it'll help then i- i guess we can try?" his hands slid up from his knees and slowly ran up and down the length of his thighs, one of his many ways of self-soothing the anxiety that had made an elaborate home within him. it had been almost a week since he'd last gotten himself off, so in theory, it wouldn't take long at all and they could be done with the awkwardness quickly, but arlo knew that it was wishful thinking. "i don't know- you'll have to tell me what's okay to do..." were there rules? was there one specific thing she was expecting? it was moments like that, ones filled with seemingly never-ending questions that made arlo feel glad to be a virgin, at least he hadn't had to struggle to find answers with anyone before.

#{ fern caruso — thread }#{ fern vs. arlo }#thcophagy

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