#yes i edited this post after hitting Post to put him at the top with his cheeks out

[hballegro]

mk here's a selection of things i sent to my friends while watching quantum leap today

i have more but tumblr has a 30 image limit.

these are actually in reverse order since i was scrolling up to see them

[in no particular order the episodes screencapped or mentioned are; Miss Deep South, What Price Gloria, Running for Honor, A Song for the Soul, Private Dancer, Another Mother, and Liberation]

i will now do my homework. it is 8:28. we dont have to talk about how i started watching stuff at around 10 this morning. we dont have to talk abt me watching 10 and a half hours of quantum leap. its fine

[chrislilcumslvt]

Rings… |C.S

Plot: After seeing Chris’s new TikTok you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how good he looks with rings on

Why I’m writing it: um I had this idea from his new TikTok sooo yeaaa

Warnings: Fingering, virginity loss, pnv

RANDOM SONG CUZ I CAN BITCH DEAL WITH IT

Chris was currently in the kitchen fliming a tiktok while you were on the couch just watching him do it him and Matt made this little joke about how him and Matt looked alike the most so they both posted TikTok’s.

Once he was done he came to sit on the couch and edit the TikTok putting a text on the side that said “Me pulling up to the Matt Sturniolo look alike contest” you scooted over to him laying your head on his shoulder looking at his phone “what are you doing love” and looked over at you with a smile “just putting up a TikTok princess, were you watching?”

You smiled and looked at his hands seeing the familiar rings that Matt wore sometimes you picked up his hand in yours and said “Wow these look good on you” he smirked “Oh yeah you like them on me better than Matt?” you nodded even though you didn’t think of Matt like that, he trailed his hand up your thigh teasing the edge of your panties.

“How about we get these off yea princess..” you nodded Chris slowly took off your skirt along with your lacy pink panties when he got them off he threw them to the ground “we shouldn’t do this here princess let’s move to my room yea..” she nodded Chris picked her up bridal style taking her up to his room.

Chris put her down on the bed sitting down in front of her “You want my fingers or me first baby” she thought for a second “I want your fingers first..” “ok love” Chris was starting to take the rings off but when she saw he was taking the rings off “No no don’t take them off leave ‘em on..please..” Chris looked at her a little concerned “Why princess?” Then Chris clicked “Ohh I know why” she smirked slightly “You want me to touch you with them on right” he smirked “Yea baby please..” she whined for his touch “beg for my touch baby come on I know you can” Chris leaned down pressing soft kisses to her thighs “Please baby I need it so badly..” Chris grazed his fingertips on her clit making her whimper “M-More pleaseee..” she whined.

Chris smirked and ran a finger through her folds rubbing her clit in slow circles “Fuckkk..” she moaned quietly knowing Nick was in the other room Chris smirked knowing why she was so quiet “Yeahh just stay quiet baby don’t want Nick hearing you all those sounds are for me right baby.. no one else..” she nodded Chris slowly pushed his first finger in her, she moaned softly as she felt the cold metal on her hot needy pussy sending shivers on her body “Feel good princess..?” She nodded “Want another finger..” she nodded quickly nodded then chris slowly added another finger she felt the other ring hit her fold sending shivers through her body.

Chris started moving his fingers in and out of her in a slow motion “Gotta stretch you out before your ready for me baby..” she nodded and moaned quietly biting her lip slightly “fuck baby you feel so good your so damn tight..” she felt herself clenching around his fingers Chris went moved his fingers in and out of her in a faster pace “Yeahhh that’s it baby cum for me” she tried so hard not to scream or moan but she let out a loud moan “Fuckkkk!” She arched her back off the bed cumming all over Chris’s fingers she let out a soft sigh Chris let her come down from her high “You know I’m gunna have to clean up these rings and give them back to Matt right” he chuckled “Yea I know baby..” Chris then asked for the big question “Are you ready for me princess..” she looked a little scared but then calmed down letting out a soft sigh “Yea I’m ready..” “I’ll be gentle ok” she nodded and trusted him.

Once chris was fully stripped he slowly got on the bed getting on top of her kissing her head softly “Are you really sure you want this princess..”, “Yes baby I want this..” he nodded and positioned himself at her entrance rubbing the head of his cock in her recent release “Fuck…” he moan softly “I’m gunna start now ok..just tell me to stop if you need me to..” she nodded.

Chris pushed inside of her tight pussy “Fuck princess your so tight around me..” he moaned quietly , she whimpered softly at the burning sensation Chris immediately stopped “You ok..” “Mhmm just burns a bit” “Yea it’ll only hurt for a bit then you’ll start to feel good ok..”.

Chris was fully inside her and let her adjust to his size “Ready for me to move..” she nodded, Chris started moving his hips slowly not wanting to go fast just yet “Ohh fuckk.. you feel so much better than I imagined..” Chris moan quietly “B-Baby go faster please” she whined Chris moved his thrusts faster “Fuckkk! Take it baby take my fucking dick in your tight pussy..” “Ohh Chris!” She moaned out loud not caring if nick or Matt heard she didn’t care anymore she was having a great time.

“Fuck yeah baby you close?, I can feel you clenching around my cock you wanna cum for me baby..” she nodded Chris moved his hips faster “Fucking cum for me baby I’m so close” she moaned loudly feeling the knot in her stomach slowly snapping Chris’s hips slowly slowing down as he was close to cumming he thrust one more time before he felt the knot in his stomach snap “FUCKKK YESSSS!” He moaned loudly “Ohhh baby..” she whine, he pulled himself out of her and laid on top of her exhausted.

She smiled and threw the blanket over them and kissed his forehead but then suddenly Chris’s phone rang it was a text from nick

WRITER TYPING… OMG I FINALLY HAD THE MOTIVATION TO FINISH THIS HOPE YALL LIKE IT 😭

TAGLIST 1: @stayingstromboli @lollycoldzzz @conspiracy-ash @ijustbelurkingmymen @slutforsturniolosss

TAGLIST 2: @angvlarabella @shadowthesim @zariyam @adoreechxmpion @liiixsturniolos

TAGLIST 3: @chrisbabymomma @unknvhx @colorthecosmos444 @matts-myloverboy

[lilimalia]

1 જ⁀➴ holy shit, mommy??

TEVYAT NEWS… it's finally here!! Enjoy! And for any highlighted names in taglist, your tag was unable to be added. Please resubmit it!

WARNINGS... ooc albedo (?), cursing

SUMMARY… Young, dumb, and broke, Y/n L/n has scaled the makeup community from half-assed make up tutorials and explorations… Somehow, she's landed herself a position of popularity, and has yet to understand how to continue building fame. When a famous actor, Ayato Kamisato, is in need of a last-minute makeup artist, and is forced to call her up…

TAG LIST… @yelshin , @patchi-chi , @ittosoneandoniwife , @nightrayseishina , @hiqhkey , @haliyamori , @luminarymoonlight , @loudeggbananaranch , @naraven , @dazaisboner , , @zomzombie, @duskimooo , @aezuyu , @vennnnn-diagram

Sighing restlessly, you fall backwards on your couch (sofa), your unkempt hair splaying out in all directions, static prickling at the edge of your [h/c] strands.

"Holy. Fuck."

You whisper, hands reaching to your face before angrily rubbing against it. screaming bloody murder.

"I've done it. I've actually done it!" you mutter under your breath, grasping the situation at hand.

The idea of being in collaboration with your favorite company after so many years of building your brand against all odds, and the countless nights spent painstakingly editing your videos, you had finally made it to the top. Well, your top at least.

Three rapid knocks resound against your door before you're able to truly soak up your epiphany. Much to your heart's dismay.

"[Name] I'd appreciate it if you would open this door urgently, I can't be bothered to stand out here in the hall. These paintings are taxing to carry you know", Albedo's familiar voice rings out, a slight playful annoyance as he bangs the darkened wood of your door once more in urgency.

In a hurry, your pouncing over the piles of pillows left on your floor from previous filming and frantically scrambling towards the door before your dear friend reconsidered his decision to visit you. In a flash as your hand glazes over the cool knob and the door creaks with an eery sigh as your met with the clearly unamused face of the renowned artist that was your bestfriend, Albedo. Golden hair and in his prime glory as he quickly lifted the heavy artistry into your unexpecting arms. The weight toppled over you surprisingly, causing a slight step back from you.

"Now that I've handed over my part of this little escapade, explain now. What do you mean Ei of EiKerei is hosting you in a collab?" His eyebrows twitched up in curiosity, curtly allowing himself into the domain of your apartment without another word.

"H-hey! Dude I haven't even put down the paintings let me clean up Bedo!!"

In return, he glares at you,

"[Name] I've seen your apartment throughout all of its states, this is nothing compared to what it can be."

Pure aggression flashes across your face.

"So... You mean to say the EiKerei brand is branching out to minor creators and your a fortunate victim?"

"Yes and omg, I think I'm ready to die happy."

"No way moron we've still got to actually post something and hold our end of the bargain [Name]",

Albedo groans, glaring at you as you struggle to lay the paintings he had so graciously brought over, against the silver nails newly embedded into your wall. Stretching on his calves, both you and him stretch higher up, cautiously looking underneath in the space between the wall and the painting. Before finally laying the prized art against the wall in all its glory.

Low and behold, just before you could breath a sigh of relief, the tip of your sock slides off the coach's back frame before betraying you into falling down to your ass.

"What in the world- OW-" grumbling, rubbing the sore in the back of your head as you glance back to see what you hit.

"What kind of crazy was that? Did you fall over your own feet? Are you alright?" Bedo questions, jumping down more gracefully then your landing in concern. Reaching to balance the back of your head with a pillow.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, dude I'm just a little light footed I guess... Did anything break? I think I hit the side table-"

Frantically checking your table's wares for damage, your fingers end up glazing over a singular knocked down frame.

Lifting it up, your breath lets out in a shaky, uneven quake, just a photo of highschool...

"Are you alright? The frame isn't broken right? I'd hope not, we might need to check for glass and-"

"No Bedo, it's uh, fine... That was me sighing over the photo not the frame. Everything's fine", you cut him off, focusing your sights on the photo in your lap, fingers grazing over its dusty glass. A thin layer of dust gathering on your fingers like a blanket as you hand him the frame.

"Huh... Isn't this your highschool photo? Looks like you forgot about it for a while..." Albedo perks up, raising one eyebrows as he blows over the dust and watches your expression sour.

"Wait a minute..."

"Correct me if I'm wrong... But isn't this the Ayato Kamisato from that new popular movie on Flix?"

"I wish it fucking wasn't."

@lilimalia do not copy, repost (on other platforms), or plagiarize ANY of my content

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[bromcommie]

WIP word search 2: electric boogaloo

Many thanks to @painted-doe who posted an excellent part 2 to this tag game (go check it out wink wink) and left an open tag with the keywords guard, break, true and left. I have to admit I feel like a dog chasing its own tag tail lol but the first one was so fun I just couldn't resist. Anyway!

Guard:

Groundhog Day except it's not Groundhog Day but instead amnesiac psychological horror. (Imagine this is indented—I’m editing on mobile, and Tumblr is misbehaving.)

They take him out of the dark and into a blue room. Empty, square, clear sightlines. Single exit, no windows. He knows this story, just like he knows the story of his dream: six guards, armed. Table, gun, a man on his knees like a test he's taking for the first time but knows he'll fail. Knobby bones at the top of his spine.

So why are the shadows wrong?

Because the man is him. Because the gun is a red herring.

They beat him until he stops making noise and then some more for good measure. He doesn’t remember what he did to deserve it, and he doesn’t ask. Doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, doesn’t do much of anything, really, except maybe wait.

Asking questions. That's what you forget after sitting in it for too long, he remembers now. You forget there's questions to be asked in the first place. You forget there's something outside of the hole you're sitting in.

Sometimes doing nothing is worse.

He waits for the bullet. He keeps waiting for the goddamn bullet. He doesn’t know what he is, but he thinks it might be a stupid motherfucker. The bullet’s not coming.

When he asks for it, it’s in English.

They put him back under.

Break:

Rogers is still staring at him like he’ll go up in a puff of smoke if he looks away. His hair’s grown out from the last time they’ve come face to face, falling floppy across his forehead and curling a little where he’s still damp and flushed from his shower. It suits him better, he thinks fuzzily; makes him look less sharp around the edges. Less like a stone carveout and more like a breathing thing. He doesn’t understand why that makes the loss surge even more.  Желание, his mind insists again unprompted, and it rings out through him like another shot fired. He needs to break the standstill they’ve arrived at but he feels terribly cold all of a sudden, skin gone clammy with it. The searing pain in his abdomen has been replaced by a dull tingling, spreading rapidly like wildfire to the rest of his body, the plates in his arm whirring and recalibrating wildly under his jacket trying to interpret the signal, keep up with the pounding of his heart. He’s bleeding out, he thinks distantly. Operational integrity compromised. Yeah, no fucking shit.

True:

From another unfinished episode from orpheus, in which Steve goes down memory lane and he and Bucky hit the beach. (Kind of.)

From a young age Bucky and he were both, predictably, enchanted with the damn thing. They’d put their ear to the shell's opening in turns and name all the things they could hear: Waves. Wind. Crab. Fish. Fisherman almost catching it and cursing when it got away. Bagpipes. Bagpipes? Yes, bagpipes. Drums, too. Whales. There’s no whales in Ireland, stupid. What do you know, you’ve never been. Neither have you. I guess. Maybe we can go together. People splashing. Ice cream seller. Someone kicking a ball down the boardwalk. A lot of the time, these near-mythical beaches of Ireland ended up sounding a lot like Coney Island. None of it was true, of course. The actual sounds were the product of the air’s vibration inside the curve of the shell having nowhere to escape. The stories they made up around them were a product of an unfettered imagination and an unshakeable generational nostalgia for a place they would never know. The conch itself was a product of a trinket shop in Brighton Beach, New York, which was over 3000 miles away from Kenmare, Ireland, and it was long collecting dust on a shelf before Steve’s mother bought it on a whim one day in early 1918. It had cost a whopping three dollars, which was more than she had to give for a cheap trinket as a 22-year-old with a baby on the way and fresh off the boat to boot, but it had reminded her, somehow, of home: of the flat pale serpentine of sand she would go to that never had such exotic gems to offer, of the people she’d gone with, of the sound and touch of the water. Sarah was a sensible woman, utilitarian in her logic and uncompromising in her decision-making. Between her and her husband, Joseph had gotten the majority share of designated emigree sentimentality. But the seashell reminded her of him, too, of the space that separated them and the indeterminable time that would pass before he and the many men like him could come home. So in the end sensible, pragmatic little Sarah Rogers parted with her hard-earned three dollars, and the Atlantic conch from the wrong side of the Atlantic returned home with her, meticulously packed in newspaper and stuffed to the bottom of her purse like a treasure much greater than it was. Joe Rogers, of course, never did return. He and the many men like him were buried on the wrong side of the Atlantic because of a war that, like most wars, had nothing to do with them in particular. For all of her outspoken opinions, his mother never talked about it. Like the real provenance of the conch, like the thing hiding in the folds of the silence that hangs between him and Bucky now, it was another truth easier left unsaid. He never thought her a coward for it. He’s not sure he can extend himself the same courtesy.

Left:

More from the epistolary chapter:

Look, I guess what I’m trying to say is this: I wouldn’t mind. Going back home or what used to be home means little to me now—it’s not even all the differences. Name’s the same, and some of the streets still smell like mold and piss and trash and it can get loud and alive and busy as all hell. There’s the brick and the trees and the water and that constant feeling of catching something in the corner of your eye when you walk down the street. But the buildings they’re building now are all big and shiny and new, and the people building them are all big and shiny and new. The folks we knew are all dead or forgotten or forgetting, just like Oisín’s Fianna. There’s no real home left to go back to. That’s probably why I stayed away as long as I did after that first time—it made me feel even more like a ghost. I think it makes you feel like that too except it hurts you worse, somehow. I see it every time you talk about it, don’t think I don’t. Something about the way you get all hazy around the eyes, and then go quiet on me if I can’t remember a goddamn thing about whatever it is you’re talking about. Well there’s not a lot I can fix up about the remembering part, that much I’ve figured out by now, but I’d do a hell of a lot more than retell old stories like these if it got that bone-tired look off your face. So there it is I guess. You asked what I want to do and the real, honest to God answer is: I have no idea. But if you asked, I would. If you said tomorrow Come back to Brooklyn with me I’d let myself do it and I wouldn’t mind. If you said Let’s go to Brazil or Bengal or Bulgaria, let’s see the world, I’d go. The way we’re both built now we might as well be cursed with immortality like those folks in Tir na nÓg—but I’d let myself grow old somewhere out there and live quietly and maybe help some people if I could before I kicked the bucket, and I don’t think I’d mind that at all if I got to do it with you by my side. I know. I know you won't ask. You never do, not for a single thing you could keep for yourself. But it's a nice thought, sweetheart. It really is. Maybe I can keep it for you.

I’m gonna go the same way as my predecessor and make this an open tag, so if you’re reading this—congrats! You’re tagged! Your words are gentle, burn, breath, control, or you can take the ones I did, or both. Either way, feel free to tag me!

[k0iy0]

From Dusk Till Dawn Chapter One - Dusk 0

Skeleton/undead Luffy and reader (platonic)

Slight Trafalgar x reader (maybe)

3,821 words

Modern au where Law and reader are childhood friends and Robin is your older sister. I actually wrote this before my other Law fic but I was too lazy to post it earlier. My first fic in about 10 years.

Reader has female pronouns and is a bit of a scaredy cat. Some swearing. You hyperventilate. Living characters are pre-time skip design-wise. Might be OOC. Uhhh Rosinante and Law's family are alive though they don't appear(in ch 1 at least). Not edited.

WARNING: you won't catch me updating this much, my bad

Cross posted on Ao3:

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Summary:

Original prompt: "Your archaeologist father has recently passed and his will makes you the sole owner of the skeleton of a cursed warrior king. All seems well till the king wakes up at sunset and demands his crown. Describe the adventure with you and the skeleton king on a hilarious road trip quest to finally put him to rest."

In which you find yourself in possession of a skeleton due to your recently deceased father. Having that thing in your house already gave you the creeps and your sister telling you it was cursed certainly wasn't helping.

Coming to terms with the skeleton, you find yourself sleeping peacefully in your room.

At least, until the sound of something rummaging through your fridge at 3 AM awakens you.

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The reality that your father was deceased didn’t really hit you until you find yourself staring at the ridiculously large casket in front of you. Not… Not your father’s casket - well, technically yes, it was your father’s but not the one he was currently and already buried in. No, no, you see, your dear old dad was an archaeologist who, before he passed, for some reason, had the foresight to write you as the next sole owner of - of some dead guy?? Okay, to be fair, yes, you had some(you say veery loosely because wow that’s a lotta zeros) financial inheritance amongst other things but you’d think he would give all… the ‘weird’ things to your older sister, who is also an archaeologist. To which he did, like the mummified hand of a so-called Celestial Dragon, or the Devil Fruit that once belonged to a tyrannical king long passed. Well, you supposed what you got was better than the contained Dyna Stone that you’re pretty sure is illegal to be in possession of but whatever. 

You had thought about giving the corpse + coffin bundle to your sister, who would undoubtedly find a better use for it than you but had decided against it. She was already swamped with organizing your father’s assets, dealing with his investors, and just ensuring his research could continue without many setbacks. Not to mention she had organized the entirety of his funeral on her own within a day, and that’s on top of her own projects and hobbies she had to focus on. It… made you feel a little useless if you were honest. You had offered, multiple times to help, whether it was going through paperwork or physically moving but every time your sister simply waved you off with her signature smile and told you to not worry. Not because she thought you were useless or in the way, but because she wanted you to relax after your father’s passing. That and you’re pretty sure she enjoys the work, keeping herself busy. 

Regardless, you find yourself in possession of some dead guy’s bones and his ivory packaging. You understand that your father had hoped you carried at least some sort of interest in archaeology, like your mother and your sister but no, it seemed the gods skipped over you when bestowing that particular interest into your family. You tried, really. You went to their excavations and research facilities when you were old enough and while something piqued your interest every so often, it just never clicked with you. 

Despite this, your parents and sister never loved you any less. They would often send letters during their travels and called whenever they could get a signal as they often found themselves in rural areas. Your parents never left you wanting either; their successful after-successful excavations left them with an abundance of grants and funding - much of their earnings they sent to you and your sister, ensuring you both were well-fed and clothed. At least, until your sister graduated college and went off with your parents. She mostly sends you letters of things she’s discovered along with a trinket and a brief history lesson about said item. Most of the time they’re mildly interesting, though sometimes she’ll send things that run a shiver down your spine. Part of you thinks she does that on purpose; she had a morbid side to her sometimes, saying or doing things to freak you out. 

You’re shaken out of your thoughts as you hear a familiar ringtone emitting from your phone. You blink, taking a second to process the chime ringing in your ears and the buzzing in your back pocket. Retrieving your phone, you don’t even have to look at the contact to know who it is, the custom ringtone belonging to only your older sister. You do check the time, however. You wonder briefly what your sister had to say when it was already eleven p.m. Shrugging, you tap the screen. 

“Hello?” You greet, pressing the receiver to your ear. 

“Apologies for the late call,” She starts. “I heard the Pirate King’s remains had been delivered and I wanted to make sure everything was going alright.” Your sister explains, and you wonder if now was the only time she could spare to call you considering it had been delivered a couple of days ago. It made you feel a bit guilty - using her downtime to worry about you. You weren’t a kid but you appreciated the thought. It was only your sister and you now, with your mother passing a few years back and your father’s funeral mere days ago. She just wanted to make sure you were okay.

You stare at the thing in question; you had the movers place it in the middle of your living room - it being the only place it could fit in your humble abode. It wasn’t as if you couldn’t afford a bigger place, but you lived alone and you didn’t feel the need to have anything extravagant. Though you suppose you could relocate to a bigger place, the housing market was kinda fucked and you should probably strike while the iron was hot. Or something like that. You also weren’t sure if your landlord would allow… human remains such as this to… well… remain here(heh heh). 

“Um, yeah it’s going okay I guess,” You tilt your head in contemplation. “It’s a bit hard to uh, integrate it with my current home decor though.” You joke. She’s silent for a brief moment and you can just imagine her nodding in understanding. 

“I see. That’s understandable. Let me know if there are any issues, I will see to it if so.” She stops as if mulling something over. “However, if you find yourself needing assistance with decorating your house, do not hesitate to ask. Though, I do not recommend placing the Pirate King’s remains within close proximity of the Leopard’s Paw.” She warns. 

“The what now? Why?” You’re almost afraid to ask, trying to remember why it sounded so familiar.

“The Leopard’s Paw,” She repeats, and you can almost hear the wicked smile gracing her lips as she resumes speaking, her tone even and calm with a hint of mischief. “I sent it to you a while back after coming across it during one of my excavations. While it’s entirely harmless on its own, it’s still a cursed artifact.” You freeze at her words, now remembering what she was talking about. 

“As I wrote in my letter,” She reminds, much to your dismay. “the owner of that paw was once known as the “Massacre Weapon,” and records indicated that he was regarded as a formidable man with incredible strength. Sadly, there isn’t much information on him aside from those tidbits. Although from what we’ve gathered thus far, we can conclude he was an agent who worked for the Old World Government; considering all records of him are from classified documentation within the OWG.” Your sister rambles, and while it was mildly interesting, you were way more concerned about the possible negative implications of the combination of the two artifacts. 

“Right. And uh, why would it be unwise to place it with the skeleton..?” You stare down the King’s Retirement Box, mentally glad you had stuffed that stupid paw in the back of your bedroom closet. Gently, of course. It was silly but after your sister told you it was cursed you were slightly afraid of angering whatever was probably possessing it. Slightly. Your sister simply laughs, and to anyone else, it would sound normal, cute even. But not you. No, no, you know better. That was the laugh she makes when she’s about to tell you something she knows will freak you out.

“Robin,” You plead, taking a step back from the coffin. “Please, it’s almost midnight.” Yeah, okay, you were twenty-three and afraid of the spooky and occult, of what goes bump in the night, so what? It certainly didn’t help when your sister often told sinister tales to you during your youth, when your parents were off around the world. Okay, maybe she didn’t do it that often, but still! Not to mention how she used to use her Devil Fruit to spook you throughout the week. You take a seat on the couch, turning away from your father’s parting gift.

“It’s nothing really. Just some newly discovered records show that as opposing sides, the late Pirate King and the Massacre Weapon were often at odds with each other. The cursed energy within the Leopard’s Paw may awaken if in close contact with its owner’s sworn enemy. Not to mention the skeletal remains of the Pirate King are also said to be cursed.” Robin’s explanation causes a single, metaphorical tear to run down your cheek. She continues in your stupor. “You’ll be sure to tell me if anything occurs, yes?” She asks, almost sounding hopeful at the thought of some long-forgotten grudge reviving within your very home.

You reply meekly, slouching in your seat. The conversation shifts to a more normal casual topic as you both talk about how the past week has gone. You begin to feel more at ease as you chat, you always found her voice to be calming when she wasn’t messing with you. The chat comes to an end when Robin tells you she has to go, as she has an early flight to catch and that she might not be able to contact you for a few days. You wish each other a good night(and a peaceful flight to her) before hanging up. 

Setting your phone down on the couch next to you, you stand up to stretch, a yawn escaping you. Stepping around your temporary coffee table, you make your way to the kitchen. The time on the microwave tells you it is currently a quarter to twelve, and your conversation with Robin was a bit longer than you had thought. Not that it mattered, you tended to stay up late into the night on your days off. 

Humming a tune to yourself, you open the fridge, intent on whipping something up for yourself. You mull over what to cook, eyeing the fridge and pantry as you rummage through your mental cookbook. You decide on something simple - eggs on toast. Placing the sliced bread in the toaster, you get started on the eggs: heating the pan, melting the butter, and cracking two eggs into the pan. You briefly debate overeasy verus sunny side before just flipping the eggs. Overeasy it is. You take out the maple butter you made the other day and spread a bit of it over the finished toast. Reaching for your spice rack, you season the eggs just the way you like it; which happens to be the way your mother made them, though yours could never come close to her cooking. Sliding the eggs onto the toast, you make your way to the counter next to the sink, content to just stand and eat. You could feel your stomach rumble as you pick up a slice of toast. 

Before eggs on toast could meet your lips, you hear a loud growling sound. You pause, slowly lowering the toast, frowning. It... almost sounded as if the noise came from in front of you in the living room but there was nothing?? You scan the open area from behind the counter, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Your eyes linger on the box containing the Pirate King’s remains. Not wanting to entertain the thought of Robin’s warning, you tear your eyes away from the stone casket. It was probably your own stomach growling, right? Or just the typical old building noises. That’s what you tell yourself as you continue eating. You finish relatively fast, placing the plate in the sink. You wash your hands, drying them on a nearby towel. You glance at the pan sitting on the stove. You’ll wash it in the morning. 

You give the area one last look, just to reassure yourself. You didn’t hear any growling, and again, you don’t see anything. Letting out a sigh of relief, you turn to head to bed, shutting the lights off on the way. Entering your room, you make sure to close your door before changing into something more comfortable. Some shorts and an old T-shirt from high school. You make your way under your covers, the cool touch of the sheets feeling nice against your skin. Shifting around to get comfortable, you realize you left your phone out in the living room. The sigh that leaves your lips embodies the feeling of laziness that took over you. You’ll grab it tomorrow, you don’t feel like getting up right now. 

Your head hits the pillow, and you stare at the alarm clock sitting on your nightstand as the food in your belly lulls you to sleep. Eyelids feeling heavy, the last thing your brain registers is the bright red numbers on the screen.

12:05 A.M.

Your eyes close shut as sleep embraces you.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

You shift, the noise slightly stirring you. Your eyes open briefly, eyebrows furrowing as your brain tries to decide if you were still sleeping or if you were hearing things. Eyes blurry, you stare at the ceiling. A few moments of silence has your mind drifting back to sleep as your eyes slowly close.

BANG

You jolt awake, mind going haywire as you stare wide-eyed. It sounded like something heavy collapsing. You hear an odd clacking sound, like a rattling of… something from beyond your bedroom door. The noise stops before a steady thumping takes its place. The rhythm makes you realize it was the sound of footsteps. Breathing heavy, you don’t dare move an inch, afraid of alerting whatever was out there. The footsteps stop, and you strain your ears to hear anything else. You don’t hear anything over the loud beating of your heart. You glance at the nightstand.

3:02 A.M.

Steadying your breathing, you try to muster up the courage to get up. You slowly peel the sheets off you, sliding your legs over the edge of the bed, and rise to a slouched stand. You tiptoe your way to the door, grabbing your spare umbrella that was propped up nearby. Clutching the umbrella in one hand, you reach for the door handle with the other; with a shaking hand, you twist the knob, slowly pulling the door open.

The door opening slightly, you poke your head out. Peering down the hallway, you are greeted by darkness. The once familiar hallway warps in the dark, twisting itself into something sinister. 

‘It’s all in my mind,’ You think to yourself, taking a step out. ‘It was actually nothing and I was just dreaming. I am simply going to double-check.’ You hold back a sniffle, both hands grasping the umbrella so tight your knuckles turn white. Careful to not make a sound, you silently make your way through the darkened hall. You’re almost successful in convincing yourself until the sound of the refrigerator door opening makes you jump. You tense up, unmoving as the goosebumps on your arms rise. Gulping, you resume walking towards the kitchen, the light of the fridge illuminating the sink and the living room behind it. There’s a shadow within the cast light, shifting about as they rummage through the fridge. It… it sounds like they’re eating?? What the fuck?? Between the sound of things being tossed around and torn open, you hear the clacking of teeth and the dedicated… munching akin to some voracious animal. 

You’re close enough that the entire kitchen comes into view. You see a figure hunched over as they dig through the fridge, their frame blocked by door. You hold the umbrella over your shoulder, preparing yourself to swing if necessary. 

You take a step forward.

…And your breath hitches as the floorboard beneath you creaks. 

You hold back a whimper as the figure stops, slowly rising from their position, standing tall. Their head turns towards you slowly, the light reflecting their features. 

A skull. 

You scream.

The thief(skeleton?? Was it even a person?) takes a step back from the sudden reaction, raising its hands almost defensively. 

“Woah! You-” It starts, and you watch its jaw move animatedly as it speaks. Your eyes follow the slice of cheese sliding down its teeth, it falls, landing on that thing’s very, very bony foot. “-startled me! What’s with the screaming anyways?” Your gaze flickers back up at the skeleton’s face, or lack thereof. It puts its skinless, meatless, bloodless-whatever else it has less of!- hands on its hips, tilting its head. You could imagine that if it had a face it would be staring at you like you were the weird one.

You blink. Again. And again. 

And then you scream. Again.

“Hey!” It moves to cover its ears- that it doesn’t have -and oh so very stupidly, you throw your only weapon of defense at the thing. The umbrella hits it square in the face and bounces back, hitting the refrigerator door before clattering to the ground. The undead monstrosity yelps in pain as it gets knocked off its feet. Quickly you turn, deciding to just leave. You dash through the living room to the front door but trip over something before crossing said room. 

You gasp, stubbing your toes rather painfully on whatever you tripped on. You fall to the ground, holding your arms out to brace yourself. Grunting, you turn to look at what you tripped on. You just cleaned the other day, so nothing should-you freeze, your blood turning cold. 

It was the coffin. Or, well, the lid of the coffin. It was laying on the ground as if tossed aside casually. The extremely heavy stone lid that you weren’t able to even budge? The very same lid that took several curious movers to just slide it a smidge? You don’t even know how they got it in the fucking house!

…

You slowly look down at the lid and crane your neck up at the skeleton who was hunched over, a skeletal hand on its forehead, as if trying to reorient itself. It stands back up and you remember Robin’s words from earlier. The stupid cursed Leopard’s Paw and its equally stupid supposed sworn enemy, the Pirate King and his stupid stupid cursed skeleton. 

The thing looks over to your fallen form(why aren’t you getting up, get uP ) from over the counter. It slowly begins walking, presumably making its way over to you. Your breathing quickens and time seems to slow down, your vision becoming blurry as hot tears stream down your cheeks.

Oh god, you were going to die. You were stupid and threw away your weapon, and like some stupid cliché, you tripped and found yourself unable to move; only able to pathetically weep as some fucking cursed monster bestowed by your father made its way to eat you after ravishing your fridge.  Powerless to do anything but cry, you could barely hear the sound of its feet clacking against the tile(and eventually the hardwood floor) over the sound of your sobbing. 

Then, you hear a ding.

The thing stops and looks over at the couch. You follow it’s gaze and see your phone. Judging by the sound of the notification, it was probably your weather app. However, the sound snapped you out of your trance, and with some newfound strength, you reached for your phone. You pay no mind to the creature, furiously swiping at the screen, blindly tapping at your contacts as you rise, dashing towards your room. You duck, pushing past the Pirate King, knocking it to the ground(again) with unprecedented strength. Ignoring the sharp pain of your arms hitting bone, you stumble through the hall as you dial someone. Anyone. 

You hear the faint ringing as the call tries to go through to whoever you called. Inside your room, you slam the door shut, locking it. You huff, eyes scanning the room wildly for a place to hide. You settle on the closet and practically leap inside, closing the door once in. Confined to the small space, you collapse to the floor; backing up and trying to hide. Your breathing quick and heavy, you hold the phone to your ear as you hear the person pick up. 

“Oi, what the hell?” A familiar voice slurs, sleep in their tone. You hear them groan as they try to keep awake. “Do you know what time it is?” 

“Law!” You sniffle, glad that he answered. You hear the rustling of bedsheets through the receiver as you ramble unintelligible words between sobs. “Oh god, why didn’t I call the police? Why didn’t I just leave? I was at the fucking door!” You shut your eyes, feeling yourself starting to hyperventilate. 

“Hey. Hey .” Law calls your name through the phone. “Listen to my voice. You need to breathe, okay? Breathe.” He orders and you follow, taking a deep breath. 

“Yeah just like that. Deep breaths.” He continues, his smooth voice grounding you. “Okay, can you-can you tell me what’s wrong? What’s happening?” You sniff back a sob, sighing out a shaky exhale. 

“Law, I-I-” You choke out, momentarily losing your voice. “-I don’t know. I just woke up and the fucking, the fucking skeleton wakes up and it was in the fridge and I threw my umbrella at it andandandnow it’s gonna eat me andI’mgonnafuckingdie!” You weep, sobs now racking your entire body. Under the sobbing, you hear Law moving through the phone as he tries to calm you down.

“I’m coming over right now. Just-just stay on the phone and don’t, don’t hang up. Keep talking for me okay?” You simply nod, unable to speak. You could hear the worry in Law’s voice, along with the lingering groggyness from barely waking up. 

Your call with Law distracted you from hearing the approaching footsteps of the lurking skeleton. It banged loudly on the door, muffled words coming through. 

“What was that?” Law calls your name when you only sob back in reply. “Is someone there with you? Fuck, what’s happening?!” You listen as the door only bangs louder before ultimately breaking under the sheer force of your soon-to-be killer. It enters your room, silent as you hear bone scratching on bone. Holding your phone in a vice-like grip against your ear, you shut your teary eyes as you cover your mouth with your other hand, attempting to quiet your breathing.

 The closet door swings open, revealing the Pirate King staring down at you with empty sockets. You hear Law calling out to you but you don’t answer, staring up at the thing in fear. 

You look between teary eyes as the Pirate King’s jaw lowers, as if to say something.

And then you pass out.

[weishenmewwx]

Stars of Chaos 杀破狼

Vol 2, Notes 1. Pages 21 - 46.

A very kind tumblr user had to educate me that, yes, Priest edited her work after it was published (stolen on to?) on pirate websites, and so, yes, the translators were working off of a different version than I read.

But I LOVE the version I read, so I'm sharing it with you. You get BOTH.

Please excuse my angry "MISSING PARAGRAPH!" hand-written notes, as I did not realize that official edits were made post-pirate-publication.

Below are many possibly-unnecessary cultural notes that I think are just really neat, plus differences between versions. (I love the old one!)

Here we go:

Very cool word, 帅。

Usually, I read or hear it in reference to some guy being very cool. Devilishly handsome. Dashing.

Here, 大帅 is used as "Commander-in-Chief," which is the same thing as "Marshal," which can mean (dictionary.com) "a military officer of the highest rank" as well as the one I'm more familiar with, "chief of a police or fire department in some cities."

I just like how, in Chinese, I can also-interpret that everyone is calling him "Big Handsome."

Yah, Chen QingXu is a Boss. Who introduces herself as, like, a snake-oil peddler.

讷于言 The young soldier was bad at words. Not sparing, not careful; just bad.

悬壶济世 hang pot save world, because so much of Chinese medicine is boiling herbs for patients to drink.

No one is putting powder in leather sachets. It's dried herbs.

I usually agree with the Seven Seas' formatting, but I think it would be more clear if those sentences were broken into the original two separate paragraphs.

Top: Gold Tank = container for violet gold. It took me a second to figure that out.

Bottom: 小兄弟. I love how you can combine the "older brother" 兄 with the "younger brother" 弟, add a "little" 小 in the front, and it becomes, effectively, "Bro," but respectful.

In case you can't read my tiny bad handwriting: there used to be another paragraph here about how Gu Yun wants to see Chen QingXu because his meds are losing effect. The effects of drinking the meds used to last for months, then weeks, and now they only last two days.

And on the facing page, in the illustration, Chang Geng should be ON his horse.

It hits a little different, I think, to say You have to bathe and change your clothes just to walk your horse? And it has to be this exact time and place?

锋芒毕露 "sharp point must expose"

After years spent guarding the Silk Road, Gu Yun's propensity to show off had gradually faded...

OK. I think ten is enough for this post. More to come...

My DanMei Literary Adventure Masterpost

Stars of Chaos - All Notes Links

[blackbird-brewster]

Friday Fic Recs

Now that I can read again, I'm trying to get in the habit of doing this again, yes I know it's Sunday. It's been a hectic few days. As per usual, these are mostly horny fics and I recently started reading /reader fics for the first time so there's plenty of those below.

What I've Been Reading:

Criminal Minds || Derek/Reader || WC: 2534 || Rated: Explicit Author: Kattwyllie (@storiesofsvu) Why I Love It: Mainly, I'm bisexual and Derek is really hot. Plus, I never knew I needed a Derek/Reader fic where he lifts reader up around his waist -- but after this, that's all I've been thinking about 😏

Criminal Minds || Emily/Reader || WC: 2075 || Rated: Explicit Author: Kattwyllie

Why I Love It: I think this author is single-handedly changing my stance on 'Daddy' kink because it just worked SO well in this. I definitely see Emily as a 'Daddy' in the bedroom and pheewwwwwwwww, this fic got me so horny.

Criminal Minds || Emily/Reader || WC: 3387 || Rated: Explicit Author: Kattwyllie

Why I Love It: What's not to love about this fic?! Emily taking care of her kitten!sub is pretty much everything to me. Plus, I've always been a sucker for the pet name 'kitten' so that was the cherry on top of a perfect fic.

Criminal Minds || Tara/Reader || WC: 2587 || Rated: Teen Author: Kattwyllie

Why I Love It: I first read this fic a few weeks ago when I had covid again and I was feeling so low. I needed some soft Tara fic and this really scratched that itch. This is such a wholesome fluffy fic!!!

Criminal Minds || Tara/Reader || WC: 3181 || Rated: Explicit Author: Kattwyllie

Why I Love It: Religious smut just hits different. This is one of my most read fics to-date. I often pull this one up first when I'm horny and need to melt my brain a bit. Preacher's Wife Tara Lewis??? HOT, HOT, HOT!!!!

Criminal Minds || Emily/JJ || WC: 3990 || Rated: Explicit Author: SloanGreyMercyDeath (@jenny-from-the-bau)

Why I Love It: This author's smut fics are some of my most read fics. I adore trans!Emily so much and I love this role reversal. Emily absolutely deserves to get dicked down by JJ

ICYMI: New Fics

I've written a couple of new one-shots in the last month or so, but mostly I've been working on compiling the Extended Edition of Between You & Me. I plan to post that whole thing all at once when I have it put together. Jara fans, keep an eye out!

Criminal Minds || Tara/Emily || WC: 2154 || Rated: Explicit

Summary: Tara can't help but fuck Emily awake.

Criminal Minds || Tara/JJ || WC: 2396 || Rated: General Series: Just as Long as You Stand By Me

Summary: Tara gets to share her passion for cars with her step-sons, while navigating parenthood.

Criminal Minds || Tara/JJ || WC: 2007 || Rated: Teen

Summary: When JJ's brother is homophobic at a family dinner, Tara decides to put him in his place.

Basically, Tara Lewis obliterates a homophobe.

More Fic Recs Below the Cut

Past Friday Fic Recs:  [Friday Fic Recs - Tumblr] || [CM Fic Recs - AO3 Collection]

Rec Lists: [JJ/Emily] || [Tara/Emily] || [CM Femslash]

My Fics: [Jemily] || [Temily] || [Jara] || [Smut] ||  [All]

[raidenssblog]

Glowing ashes and regrets

Pairing: Renogoku X male!reader

Genre: fluff to angst

Pronouns: him/he

Warnings: badly written angst , blood, wounds, ooc rengoku, killing, unrealistic demon transformation time ect. Not edited

Summary: rengoku goes on a mission and leaves Senjuro with his partner, m/n. While away a demon attacks and turns m/n into a demon. Kinda long.

A/n: if you saw my post before this about telling you I was writing this. It's not all on point. I changed it around a bit sorry. Also sorry if this isn't heartbreaking enough I rushed this seems that I haven't posted in ages.

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Rays of sun hit rengokus face making him stir and eventually waking up. Breathing in deeply he look at his boyfriend sleeping beside him.

A smile spread across his face as he kissed his partner. "Come on flame. Time to get up and ready" he says, kissing your shoulder, neck and chest. Soft groans came out of your mouth, stretching your legs and arms. You were never really a morning person but more of a night owl. Causing you to stay up later during the night.

The only reason you really get up during day break is to see rengoku tired, hair messed up and yet still as extra as he was the day before. He was always the one to wake up first, always at the break of day light, saying "early bird gets the worm" or stuff like that.

Sliding out for bed, he stood up and lock eyes with you. "Come on, Senjuro is ment to come around for the week I'll be gone. The house needs to be cleaned and we need to get ready" he said before leaning down and kissing your cheek before grabbing your hand and putting you to your feet.

Yes, you may be alot bigger than him but his strength is alot more than yours mainly because your not a Slayer yourself. You like to keep to yourself, cleaning and cooking was your strong suits. Rengoku always called you his 'househusband' just to annoy you but you didn't mind.

Walking out of your shared room you both went to the kitchen, after have something to eat you got dressed and started clean the house.

After a while, you two sat down outside just talking while you wait for Senjuro to arrive. After about 30 minutes of waiting he finally came around the corner of you home.

"Brother!" He yelled while speeding up his steps. "Senjuro! Your here!" Your lover yelled while running up the the smaller male.

Picking the boy up he hugged him tightly before placing him down. Senjuro than turned to you, walking towards you he hugged your torso.

"hello m/n. How have you been?" The boy questioned while pulling away and out of your hold. "I've been fine, and you?" You replied already knowing the answer with the faint bag under the child's eyes.

"well I'm a bit tired but other than that I'm ok" he said smiling.

The three of you walked into your house, while Kyojuro helped his little brother unpack his things you made his lunch for the mission.

You dreaded when he would leave but you understood it was his duty and you won't stoping him from helping people. But times where he would come home bloodied and wounded hurt you.

Finishing up his food, you wrapped it up and went to the other room. Standing outside of the door way you hear Kyojuro talking to Senjuro.

A soft voice was chatting away to the boy. His voice may be loud most times, but when he talks like this, it's like a calm sensation. Almost like a lullaby a mother would sing to her child after they wake up crying. It could calm all nerves in a person's body like a gift from the gods.

Interrupting their conversation, his brother stood up and walked out of the room knowing you would want a second with rengoku.

"please be safe" you say quietly with pleading eyes. "don't worry. I'll always come home safe flame. You know that." He said while walking towards to you and grabbing the food before placing it down.

Walking towards you he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close while burying his head into your chest.

Cradling his head you breathed in deeply. Kissing the top of his head as you both let go. Picking his food up he walked past you and smiled at Senjuro. "I'll be back in a few days, don't get into any trouble while I'm gone!" he said in his normal, loud voice.

Turning to you he leaned in and kissed you quickly. "I mean you too" he said.

Walking out the door he turned around and raised his hand waving at the both of you. "I'll see you too soon!" He yelled before disappearing past the tree line.

"alright. So what do you want to do now Senjuro?" You asked clapping your hands together.

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It's been around 4 days since Kyojuro left so he should be arriving home soon. You were currently collecting water from a near by stream for you and Senjuro to have a bath.

Picking up the wooden buckets you began to head back up the mountain. The sun has set a little ago but you knew the mountain off the back of your hand, so walking in the night was quite easy.

Unfortunately the only downside is that their have been a few demon here and there but they were never near you house, so you didn't worry.

Breathing deeply, you looked around the forest. Something was off, you could feel it. Shacking your head you continued to climb the mountain.

Sticks cracked infrount of you as something jumped out at you. Falling backwards, you flung the buckets at whatever knocked you over.

After a second you only realised it was a deer sighing to yourself you watched as it got up and sped away with a worries looking in its face, something spooked it..

That's when you heard it, Senjuro.

That's what scared the deer, his yells.

His screams....

Stumbling toyou feet to you rushed up the rest of the mountain towards the screams, by the time you arrived you had cuts and scraps across your body from the open vines and sticks.

The house was still lit giving you a good look at the scene infrount of you. Senjuro was on the ground backed up towards a wall while a demon was looking over him.

A deep gash spread from his shoulder to his ribs and cuts across his face. He desperately tried to crawl away from the demon, but they pulled his legs back in causing him to lose his balance before passing out.

Before the demon could finish him off you ran towards them and barged into the side of the demon. Grabbing Senjuro you placed him inside, slamming the door shut.

"huh! What are you doing messing with my meal!" The demon screamed out. You stood taller than them but you knew they were well beyond in strength.

"leave! You have no business being here!" You yelled while grabbing a axe. The demon looked at you before laughing. "You think that's gonna do much to me!"

Holding the axe tighter you ran forward attacking the demon. "Of course I don't but it will at least hold you off for a w-while" you said while swinging the axe more.

Dodging hits and attacking made you lose stamina insanely quickly, you swings slowed down and every hit you took cause more damage.

The demon sliced you shoulder open and kicked you in the stomach simultaneously. Falling to you knees you struggled to take a breath.

The burning sensation was not leaving you body, everywhere hurt and stung. Finally taking a deep breath caused you to cough up large amounts of blood.

"I'll make sure that boy dies infrount of you!" The demon yelled at you fragile state. As the demon walked away you gather the rest of your strength and stood up. Picking up the axe once more, you knew you were going to die sooner or later so why not push to the end.

"I- I will not let you lay a hand on him" you coughed out. Running toward the smiling demon you sliced their hands off before the axe connected with their neck.

The blood sprayed across your body and the dirt ground. As you watched the blood seep into the dirt, you vision went hazy before you lost your footing falling to the ground and blacking out.

-

Pain rushed through your body, if felt like your blood was on fire. Your body shook and twitched before your eyes opened.

A blood curtling scream came from your mouth as you rolled on the floor onto you stomach. Standing up you looked around dazed, not recognising the house or blood on the floor.

Blood was across you hands and body as you felt you face. Looking around you saw a door that was slightly open.

Walking towards it, the smell of blood overtook you senses. Walking faster, you slammed the door open to reveal a wounded boy.

He felt oddly familiar to you, but you couldn't put you finger on it. Leaning down you got a good look at his face. Deep cuts on his face messed up his sort skin.

Leaning closer you flicked some of the yellow are red hair from his face as you grabbed his chin softly. Turning his head towards you got a faint glimpse of the boy in you memories.

He was sweeping the front of a house. Looking at you with excitement in his eyes as he waved his arm in the air smiling.

You jumped at the sound of a yell. "M/N! SENJURO!" A loud voice screamed while the man was infrount of the house.

He looked exactly like the one on the ground. 'they must be brothers' you thought.

You stepped out of the house as the man stared daggers at you, tears threating to fall as his bright eyes fell on the brother.

"Senjuro!" He yelled, dipping into the house. Grabbing Senjuro he pulled the boy closer to his body. Desperately feeling for a pulse, you saw his body relax when he found he was still alive.

He turned to you before setting his brother down. Bring his katana out he held a strong stance, almost making you back away.

"you. How could you m/n." He spoke. Tears now streaming down his face. Your body moved on it own, crashing towards the man infrount of you.

Hands attempting to kill the man off. Swing after swing. Kick after kick. None never landing on him as he quickly dodged and swerved every attack.

After a little he quickly cut the fight off with a swing of his sword. Tears now freely pouring down his cheeks and onto the ground.

"k-Kyojuro?" You silently called out. Tears brushed your cheeks. Looking towards your head place by his feet he cried more. Dropping onto his knees he screamed and cried for you.

"Kyojuro love, that's enough" you said smiling as the rest of your body disintegrated. "I'm so sorry m/n. I should've come home early, or never left. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! DAMN IT!" He yelled hitting the ground. The only thing left from was your clothing. Holding onto the fabric he cried harder.

Picking up the remains of you he put them inside as he began to heal Senjuro. Stitching his chest and cheeks up before covering the wounds, he stood up straight as he went to leave the room.

"b-brother" Senjuro coughed out. Quickly turning around he sat down next to his brother. Tears still fell down his cheeks as he held his brothers hand.

"I'm- I'm so so-sorry" he cried holding his hand tighter. Confusion laced the boys face. "what at you talking about? Where m/n?" He questioned rapidly looking around the room.

"he's- he's dead" Kyojuros voice cracked at the end of his sentence. More and more tears came from the older rengoku.

"w-what do you mean dead!" Senjuro yelled before coughing and holding his chest.

"he wa-s turned into a demon. He injured you so I had no option but to-" "I was attacked. M/n is the reason why I'm alive. He came back and attacked the demon with an axe. He wasn't the one that did this"

Kyojuro noticed the tears rolling down Senjuro's face, his body shacking as he sobbed. Realisation spread across rengoku's body, a spine chilling cold ran through his blood.

He killed you for no reason.

You protected Senjuro even if you life was in the line.

He killed his beloved, his everything.

Now what was he left with?

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Yay! I'm finally done with this.

It was very confusing to write and I lost track alot but I got there

If you see and mistakes please tell me. Also in very sorry for not posting for ages☹️ but everyone please be safe and look after yourselves<3333

-Raiden

[realtasuantrai]

this is a big headcanon post, so it's under the cut.

to start off with, my interpretation of cu chulainn takes from both his mythology and the fate series' interpretations of him along with headcanoning out some things i do not agree with.

if he gets angry, things will either burn or get scorched depending on how angry he is. when he learned of the right of first night, he burned the cushions he was sitting on because that's his wife, you fuck, you aren't getting the first night with her- he melted snow within a 30-foot radius of him because he was pissed off. generally keeps his temper under control because explaining that he's literally going to burn things if he gets angry is difficult.

he's not as underweight as he's put down as in canon. he's more around 90kg due to the amount of muscle he has, because you do not go through scáthach's hell training and come out looking like a stick.

his facial features show that he isn't quite human himself, given to his heritage as lugh's son (and a demigod). cu is classified as "dragon in human skin" because his features do look vaguely draconic in nature. he has sharper canines, smoking is "akin to breathing actual fire" and isn't a detriment to him as his lungs are made for it, his muscles are much more bulkier than a normal human's, he has claws instead of just regular nails (which he is very careful with) and his sight is more than excellent.

also, in terms of what i've headcanoned out/edited due to my own preferences of his legends:

cu's relationship with fand. she and another fae, when he hit them, made him extremely ill and then whipped him half to death. he didn't fall for her because he'd been literally made ill by her for an accident (as i do believe he would've listened to emer instead of attacking the strange birds. there's reasons she tells him not to do things, he'd be stupid not to listen to her unless it's direct orders from the king) and beaten to near death. if there was anything between them, it was magically induced and not actually cu's feelings for her. i don't follow the actual lore behind this because i find it ridiculous and stupid he'd fall for the same person that nearly killed him.

yes, cu did sleep around. that i will not deny. however he held no feelings for anyone other than emer. he treats women with the utmost respect and care because they are equals to him. though he held emer in the highest regards, as she was his first and only love. she's the light of his life, his entire world. and he only ever loved her.*

he is absolutely traumatized by the fact an entire training battalion was slaughtered by Medb when he was in a magical three-day sleep after being awake for months to fight her armies thanks to lugh. he regrets being unable to fight and make sure that they didn't die, and holds himself responsible for their deaths.

cu did not have a son by aife. he was made to believe connla was his son, but he was not. i don't care what lore says, that didn't happen for my cu.

*in regards to rps, cu still holds lingering feelings for emer but he knows the dead can't come back to life. it allows him to "move on", essentially, but she's a vital part of his life that he'll share with anyone he falls in love with.... but he'll treat them with the same respect and care he would give emer if she were still alive.

so yeah. this is a literal full thing about my headcanons for cu. i don't really like... remember the rest of them right off the top of my head so i might make other hc posts about him later down the line. but for now, this is the comprehensive list of "rea doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, but is doing his best."

[minheelovelee]

been thinking about double penetration with baekseung and amin 🤔😳

I see the vision… Virgin Baek is here. Experienced Amin. Subby and slightly pathetic reader. Too good.

Also scared to post this. Can't tell you how many times I wanted to write the word daddy instead of minwoo. Hes caring and also a bitch.

Warning: Femme. Afab. Anal. Virginity loss. subXsub. big dick baek.

Not edited.

Amin is such a nice friend. When he picks up on Baek’s little crush on his gf, he starts thinking about sharing. When you’re with the boys, he encourages you to wear your sluttiest clothes. He would flaunt you around in spaghetti straps and tiny-cut jeans shorts all summer. He thinks it’s funny how Baek stares at your body, drooling. He finds ways to put you two together. Squishing you next to each other on the couch, getting him to tie your shoes, or asking Baek how he likes your ootd. When he’s in the dorms, he’ll fuck you in the next room over. Headboard hitting the wall, letting you be as loud as you liked. He lets you in on this information one day during pillow talk. “Baby, what do you think about letting little Baekseungie hit?” “What the fuck?”

When it’s just the three of you in the dorm, Minwoo confronts Baekseung doing dishes in the kitchen. “I have something that you want, Hyunwoo.” The way his shoulders tense makes Minwoo smile. “Hyung, what?” “Don’t waste my time. You want y/n. You can have her.” He turns around to look at Minwoo, checking for any sign of a trap. “What do you mean?” “You can fuck her, Baek.” A furious blush covers Hyunwoo. The room is silent for a few moments. After thinking to himself, “What’s the catch?” “No catch. I’ll let you have her however you want. She’s a fucking slut. You don’t even know. I know you aren’t fucking anyone else. Just let me sit in the room to watch over her.” His mind fills with the dreams he’s had of this exact moment. “When. When can I?” “She’s in my room waiting for you. She wants you bad, Hyunwoo. Make my girl happy.” “Now? Oh fuck. Okay. Oh God, I will.” “Atta kid. C’mon. She’s ready.” The dishes are forgotten as they walk to the bedroom. The door is already open. Minwoo pushes past it to reveal you on the bed. The way you’re sitting with your legs squeezed together drives them both crazy. “Hyunwoo…” You trail off. “Noona. You been waitin’ for me?” He looks back to Amin, who nods toward the bed. “Yes.” He’s not satisfied with the way you look at the ground. Tipping your chin, you’re forced to make eye contact with him. “What do you want from me? How can I help you?” “Hyunwoo, please. Don’t make me ask for it.” Minwoo speaks from his chair in the corner. “He doesn’t know what you want, babydoll. He’s never done this before.” Baek wants to object, and he does. But he quickly realizes that he’s right, so he backs down. “Can I kiss her, Hyung?” “Go ahead.” That was all he needed.

-Skipping. YAWN. Boring.-

"Please fuck me. I really want it." "Fuck, yeah." He gets on top of you once again. You rid yourself of your top and his bottoms. With how wet you are, he should slip in just fine. That doesn't stop you from being nervous. He spreads your legs and fits between them. You can feel his tip sliding down your wetness, eventually finding your hole. He pushes in with a grunt. He falls over you, held up by his elbows. You whine right into his ear. "Ohhh, s'big." "You're so fucking, tight. Shit, I can't move." "Please. Please, I want more. Don't wan' you to stop." "Oh, God. I'm sorry. I can't move, Hyung." You're surprised that he just called out for Minwoo while inside. Just the thought of your boyfriend makes you clench around his length. "Oh. Don't fucking do that, baby. Can't." Amin instructs you from afar. "Flip him over princess. Show him how nice you look from below." With that, you keep him inside you while switching positions. On top, you can take control of the pace. But you're too fucked out to do so. You try to bounce on his cock, but your thighs burn when you go past the tip. Hyunwoo whines out for you, and you do the same. "Please fucking move, baby. I want it." "Can't do it. S'too hard. Please, Minnie. Need you."

"You two are fucking pathetic." Both of you whimper at the degradation. Minwoo gets up from his seat. "I expected this from Hyunwoo. But y/n? What happened to my brave little cockslut?" He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "You babies need my help?" "Yes, Minnie. Please." Hyunwoo looks away. He feels too guilty to speak with his cock inside his friend's girlfriend. "Lean down, sweetie. Give Baek a hug." You lay down and wrap your arms around his upper body. He trails his hands down your back to meet Hyunwoo's cock. He spits into that hand and spreads it around the exposed base. "Now push those hips down. Remind me how good my little girl is at taking cock." He gives you a gentle push, continuing until you've reached the pelvis. "Oh, my God. That's so fuckin' nice, Noona." You and Baek leave marks on each other's backs, both holding on to each other tightly. "Atta girl. Just stay like that. Sungie's got you nice and tight. Right?" "Yeah. Yeah, I got ya, Noona. Fuckin' love this." "You're gonna love it even more, Baek. Hold out for me." It takes you by surprise when Minwoo lays his lips on your ass. You can't see what he's doing from behind, so whatever he has planned is unknown to you. And when a cold finger grazes your rim, you're even more surprised. You gasp right into Baek's ear and he grips you tighter. "What's wrong, baby?" "Ask him." "What are you doing, Hyung?" "I'm just gonna fuck her ass, Hyunwoo. Be patient for me." When he gasps into your ear as well, it makes you laugh. You shut up when Minwoo slips a finger inside of you. Continuing his work, he lets you adjust to him, eventually adding another finger. You move your face into Baek's neck, taking your sexual frustration out on his skin. After a third finger, Minwoo pulls out. He lays a hand on the small of your back. "Both of you take a nice, deep breath for me." When you fill your lungs with air, Minwoo replaces his fingers with his cock. You breathe out and grip Baekseung's biceps. "Oh, my God." He gives a similar reaction after feeling you tighten around him. Minwoo grabs you from below your arms and pulls you to his chest. "Feel alright?" "Feels real full." "Oh, I know, love. Takin' it so well. Look at Seungie while I fuck you." He looks like a fucking wreck. There are tears in his eyes. "Noona…" He reaches out for you. Minwoo smiles into your neck as he starts thrusting. When he enters you, he lifts you off Baek's cock. A pulling out, he sets you right back down, ensuring you're always stuffed. You grip Baek's hand tight. After getting into a rhythm, Minwoo shows you something. "Look at her tummy, Baekseung. Look how you fill her up. Stickin' right out." The angle lets you see when Hyunwoo's cock pushes on your walls. Right below your belly button, he makes a bump. "Oh my fucking god. Hyung. I'm gonna cum in her. Can I?" "Finish in that pussy, and you're fucking dead. That's fucking mine. You can have her ass. Don't you dare cum in her yet. I'm not done." Amin releases you and you fall to Hyunwoo's chest again. Minwoo pushes you while thrusting again. Having both cocks inside you at the same time is overwhelming. You can't help yourself when you bite right into his shoulder and make him yelp. "Hyung, please. Can't take no more." "Fuckin' brat." Minwoo pulls out and lifts you off his cock. You whine out at the emptiness. "Shut the fuck up. Put that ass in the air and let Hyunwoo finish in you." You shakily get on all fours and Amin shoves your head into the pillow. "Go." "Wanna see her…" "Lift her by the fucking hair and look at her then. Show her you can handle her the way she needs." He lines himself up to your hole and pushes in quickly. You grip the pillow tightly. "Gotta see you." Hyunwoo grabs your neck and pulls you to his chest. You turn your head back and try to find his lips. He guides you to them. "Oh fuck." He grabs onto your hair and pulls your head to his shoulder. The other hand grips your pelvis as he pounds into you sharply. Three more thrusts and he releases inside you, moaning in your ear. "That's so damn good. Thank you."

You fall forward when he pulls out. "How you feel baby? You did such a nice job for Seungie." You just smile at Minwoo while he pats your head.

"Wanna learn how to eat pussy, Hyunwoo?"

[ourimpavidheroine]

In reference to Chuck Tingle's post:

When I write chapters from Huan's POV, they are the most natural chapters in the world for me to write.

Sometimes the tenses change. He goes from past tense to past perfect tense and even sometimes into present tense. This is because when I write from his POV I just let that go. I'm very bad with time in RL, and the only reason I get anywhere I'm meant to be is due to lots of effort on my part, including a whole system of alarms on my phone.

What Huan sounds like in his POV is similar to what I sound like in my head.

The one time he didn’t control it was the day that some of the boys at the school were hurting him, pulling his hair and shoving him, laughing at him, kicking him when he fell to the ground. He hurt and he was scared and he was angry but he remembered what Mom and Dad said, that he couldn’t hurt anyone with his bending so he didn’t. But then Junior came, shouting, shoving at the boys, swinging wildly at them, and they started to hit him, hard, and his glasses flew off his face and hit the ground of the play yard at school and one of the lenses cracked, a starburst pattern, and he remembered what Grandma told him, that his brother was shale, and these boys were going to crack him like shale, like his glasses shattered on the ground and the next thing he knew teachers were there, and people were shouting and yelling at him and he put his hands over his ears because it was too much noise and he was screaming and the principal was shaking him and telling him that he had to let the boys go, let them go right now, HUAN LET THEM GO and so he did, and then his brother had his arms around him, telling him that it was okay, his face bare without his glasses, his eye already turning colors, and then Mom and Dad came and people were still shouting and a woman was screaming that he was an animal, a danger to society, and Junior put his hands on top of his over his ears so he wouldn’t hear any more. He stayed home for awhile after that and Mom and Dad told him he could never ever do it again, that he could never bend like that again, that he could have killed those boys, pushing them down into the earth like that, that they could have suffocated, but no one seems to care that they were hurting him and hurting Junior.

Mom tells him he has to say sorry if he wants to go back to school but he doesn’t want to go back to school. And then she yells at him and even Dad comes in not to yell because Dad never yells but he tells him that he is being a disappointment and that makes him cry because he does not want to disappoint Dad but to say sorry is a lie and he won’t lie.

It is Junior who comes to his room and sits on his bed. He has new glasses and his eye is better now. Listen, you just have to apologize for what you're sorry about. Is there something you are actually sorry about?

He thinks this over for a long time. Junior waits for him. I’m sorry that I got so upset he tells him. Junior doesn’t understand so he explains further. Grandma says that an earthbender always has to be in control and I wasn’t in control.

Junior smiles a big smile then. Okay. So what you tell them is that you are sorry you lost control. That’s true, isn’t it?

He nods and then he smiles. Yes, that is true.

There. Tell them that. Problem solved and you don’t have to lie.

He throws his arms around his brother. Maybe he is shale, but he is many times smarter than he is. Junior always figures out the hard things. That’s why he loves him.

The absolute biggest editing issue I have is fucking up my tenses. You might not notice it in my writing, but that's because outside of Huan I spend a great deal of time checking my tenses.

In fact, a LOT of the reason my work takes so long to write is due to the editing process. Sure, I go in and clean up the first draft, smooth things out, catch the occasional spelling or grammar error, etc. Sometimes I leave a marker when it comes to continuity that I don't remember off the top of my head (it happens!) so I can go back in and fix it later. But the vast majority of my editing process is going back in and making my work more neurotypical-friendly.

I don't, for example, ever get confused in the middle of a paragraph if two men are involved over who is doing what. I can use "he" for both of them and I never get confused about it. However, it was brought to my attention very early on in my life that OTHER people got confused about it. So a lot of what I do in the editing process is go in and replace actual names for the "he" so that readers can follow along, despite it seeming unnecessary to me.

Some readers have compared Huan's POV to a stream of consciousness-type of writing, but that's not what it feels like to me. To me, it feels natural. Unforced.

“You don’t think he’s shale?” He would like to know what his mother thinks. It is not that she’s always right; sometimes she isn’t. But his mother is intelligent and has seen a lot of the world and he knows she will answer him if she knows.

Mom is quiet again as she thinks. “I think your brother has gone though a lot and it’s damaged him. He’s not the same person he was fifteen years ago and he’ll never be that person again. In some ways he’s more fragile but in other ways I can see he’s stronger.” Mom sighs. “When he went missing after he got out of prison your father and I thought the worst.”

“What’s the worst?”

“Suicide.” Mom’s voice is steady but her heartbeat tells him how much it still scares her, even now. “When Ikki let us know he was up here we were surprised but so relieved.” She kisses the side of his head again and he does not mind. “I should have guessed he’d find you. He always looked after you when you both were younger. He loved you so much.”

“He did?” He was never sure. Did the Junior that was love him or did he just have to take care of him because he was the older brother?

“Oh Huan, yes. He did. He really did. Still does.”

“He told me it wasn’t my fault he left with Kuvira but I don’t know.”

“Huan.” Mom’s voice is that voice she makes when she means there is no more nonsense now. He doesn’t always know what people mean with their voices but he knows this voice, much like he knows the sound of Ikki’s voice when something delights her and the sound his brother makes which means if you disturb him any longer he is going to lose his temper. “He did not leave because of you. Or your sister or your brothers. If anything, he left because of your father and me.” Mom sighs. “Which I will chase him down tomorrow to talk about, even if I have to follow him into the heart of this mountain to do it.”

“You won’t even need your bending, just follow the sound of him yelling at everyone.” He means it as a joke and is glad when Mom laughs a little and nudges at his head with her shoulder.

“Some things never change, I guess.” Mom stretches a little then, using her foot to bury her mostly used cigarette deep into the rock where no one will find it. Well, no one but him, anyhow. “It’s late. Early. We should go to bed. If your father wakes up and I’m not there he’ll assume I’ve gone to murder Chol and worry about it.”

“Dad knows you.”

“Yes, he does, but no murder tonight. For Ikki’s sake, at least. And Tenzin’s. He’d never forgive me and your aunt would never let me live it down.”

“Are you glad that you and Aunt Lin are sisters again?” He likes his Aunt Lin. Her heart is steady and true. And she never mocks him.

Mom swallows at that. “I’m grateful every single day,” she says, quiet. The sun is starting to come up, just a little, and he can see her profile in that faint, salmon light. He lets his eyes take it in. He would like to paint it. Her. “It felt like a huge chunk of me was missing without her.”

“Families are confusing sometimes. But sometimes not.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” She smiles at him and he pushes his head into her shoulder again, pleased. He doesn’t get her to himself very often and he thinks he will remember this moment with her forever. “Good night, my sweet boy.”

“Good morning, actually.”

Now her smile gets bigger. “Of course. Good morning, my sweet boy. Try and get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. Thank you for talking to me.” He stands and she stands as well and reaches out a single finger, waiting for him to touch it in return. That is how his family could hug him when he was small, when every touch felt like a blow. He could allow the finger touch but nothing more. But he is no longer small and so he puts out his arms and wraps them around his mother and pulls her off her feet with his hug and he smiles when she hugs him in return.

“I love you, Huan,” she says into his ear, and he does not need to have her feet on the ground to know it is the truth. He knows that she does. He is too happy to say it back to her, the words will only get stuck in his mouth, but she knows that and knows that when he rubs his forehead across hers that it means he loves her in return. He puts her down and with one last smile she turns and walks up the gangplank of her airship.

He waits and watches for the sun until it first peeks over the crest of the mountains and he feels better than he did. He can sleep now.

[kenobster]

3, 18 and 29 please <3333

From AO3 Wrapped [Writers' Edition]

Thank you for the ask, anon! ^_^

#3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

I hate to be a cliche of myself again, but Five Peggats Each. (And this includes all things I've ever written in my life actually :D). There's a few reasons for it, I think. One, it's like HUGELY within my comfort zone. The limited setting, the noncon, the tropes of the characters themselves. This is the type of story I have the most practice with, so it naturally comes easier and in better quality I think? Two, how, despite it being a comfort zone, I've used this fic as kind of a sandbox to experiment a lot of different writing techniques. For example, this is the most POVs I've ever written in a single fandom, let alone a single story (which usually stays around 1-2). For other examples, like, I've tried to be really mindful about metaphors/prose and how they can twist reality (like that time I spent like 8 hours researching in-universe Star Wars bands & instruments just so I could write one paragraph lmao)... or even how I recently tried to use second person POV to give the reader the same disassociation/discomfort/dysphoria that Anakin was feeling after regaining use of the Force. These experiments were all really hard to pull off, and I'm proud of myself for attempting them. And three, how I've allowed 5PE to be a project that can take as long as I want it to take to finish, so long as I do finish it. So on one hand, it's been a really good exercise in self-discipline & practice in maintaining my passion for the story, despite the constant barrage of shiny new plot bunnies. And on the other hand, the lack of a time pressure allows me to really spend time on the quality of every single line (excepting human mistakes & typos of course lmfao), while also not letting that perfectionism stand in the way of progress. It's really helped me become more confident in storycrafting from beginning to end, in a way I've never really felt in my old fandom or writing. On top of all that, it's the only fic that I can actually read after posting updates without feeling like it's exfoliating my entire body to do so lol. I actually enjoy reading it sometimes. So that's nice.

#18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Answered here. :)

#29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year

Really hard one omg. If I have to choose something I've already posted on ao3, then it'd probably be one of these three: (1) in Five Peggats Each, the passage I also described above regarding Anakin's fever as it relates to the jizz band & cantina in chapter 6; the passage I put in the fic summary for Every Shadow, but the full version of it as written in chapter 2, not the abridged version in the summary; and (3) the opening paragraph of What Dead Things See.

But but but imo -trembles with excitement (I've been dying to show this, folks, what a good opportunity)- none of those passages even hold a candle to this thing that poured out of my brain one sleepless night at 2am for some unposted/unfinished oneshot:

For a moment, when he was nine years old, Anakin thought himself to be a whore. In an effort to scrub the slave out of him, the temple healers had pumped him full of vaccines and medications and water and food. He'd been lying on a brand new bed in a brand new room and counting the speeders whose lights flashed across the wall. That's when the memory burned. If they want you for your strength, his anma said, then they won't squander a second of it. Your back will ache and your feet will throb before the very first sunset. But Anakin's back wasn't aching and his feet didn’t throb. If they want you for your mind, they'll test your skills and put you to work, and they'd tested him, yes, but not his ability to steer the yoke of a podracer at the drop of a pin, nor his ability to disassemble and reassemble any gadget known to sentient life. They'd only studied the gaps in his knowledge and he'd had none of the answers and he'd seen the pity in their gazes. And if they feed you, said his anma, if they let you rest in a bed and say they'll take care of you, then the first chance you get, you must run. As fast as you can, as hard as you can, even if they activate your bomb. Because some fates, my love, are worse than death. You must always be wise enough to know that.  And Anakin, well fed and well rested, hadn't wanted to run fast or run hard or detonate his bomb. Anakin hadn't wanted to escape this new place that sang of plenty and of love and of home. So he pushed himself to his feet and stumbled through the darkened shared quarters until he found his new master's bed. Clammy, feverish, and half-asleep, Anakin crawled under the covers and felt around for his master's trousers. Obi-Wan awoke in an instant.  That night, they found no rest at all—rather, hours of conversation while Anakin shivered on the couch huddled in afghans and quilts and comforters and tried to explain that, yes, he knew he was free and he knew he was safe and he knew all he had to say was a word and he'd be taken wherever else he wanted by whomever else he wanted and that, no, Obi-Wan had never said or done anything to suggest such a thing was wanted and that if he ever did going forward, Anakin would tell him straight away, and that, yes, he understood the difference between a master and a Master and that, no, he didn't need to use a different word—because Obi-Wan didn't yet know that there are some things you learn with your mind but other things you learn with your body, and that there's no actual function in the branding of a slave because the brand is already burnt into a slave's mind, as crisply and as permanently, as a molten pattern pressed to flesh. As he kneels before his Master, Anakin decides that Palpatine would have liked the gift of a nine-year-old groping beneath the bed sheets better. It would have saved them all a lot of time.

I will finish this one day... Have about 3 scenes written, and just need to write 1.5 scenes more. But the above part stands pretty well on its own so hopefully you all enjoyed! ^_^

[allykakamatsu]

KH X GI Redesigns

As the title says, some people are gonna be getting redesigns for the AU, so I thought I'd show off the ones I've done so far.

Admittedly I didn't change much here, just simplified it down a bit and had both of his sleeves match, but I still had to do a bit of an edit cause, well, as you can clearly see, he lost his eye because in this AU Scara hitting him with lighting was replaced by Vanitas acting like the human cat that he is-

Speaking of Scara, he's special here cause he get's not one but two new looks. The first one (the left) is the outfit he's wearing after the Inazuma Archon quest and most of Sumeru, and it's mainly a middle ground between his first look and his final one. I made his sleeves a lot longer though as I gave him ball joints in this AU and at first I think he'd want to keep them covered if only so no one stares at them and gets annoying about it.

As for his other outfit (on the right) that's the one he gets during the epilogue to the Sumeru archon quest, and it looks a lot closer to his Wanderer outfit however I added a lot more purple not only because I think it looks nice on him, but also because he has a closer tie to electro post redemption in this AU and I wanted to show that. I also swapped out his hat for a circlet and veil to give him a slight visual tie back to Kabukimono while still looking fierce. (I also added some clips to it to represent his new friends, on the back so not seen here is a maple leaf and a heartless clip-)

Sara and Lyney underneath cut:

Also please support me on ko-fi here

Main goal here was just to declutter Sara's top a bit as while I do like her design overall I was never crazy about the over sized golden ornament and random white cloth on her top. I also decided to give her some shorts as she's doing a lot more flips and the like now and I don't want her to have to be dealing with panty shots, plus she looks good in them. Looking at the finished product she looks a bit like Aqua now but hey, Sara rocks it and those two would get along anyway so it's fine.

Finally for the initial batch we have Lyney. First of all, yes I gave him cat ears, what of it-

On a more serious note, he's still wearing his usual look at first and still puts it on for his shows but after some wild stuff goes down at Meropide and he has a talk with Father Arlecchino he has to start doing some new training to get a better handle on his new abilities, hence the new clothes. I was mainly going for something that still fit Lyney's vibe but was a bit more lowkey and matched better with Arlecchino, hence deciding on this. RIP shorts and garter belts- It's also meant to invoke a bit of a 'I'm fine but it's clear to everyone who looks at me that I'm not fine' vibe, which is a bit of a recurring for this AU-

[softeninglooks]

ushijima wakatoshi | birthday sweetness

bringing back this (edited) drabble i wrote for ushijima’s birthday last year. i always liked his character, but post time-skip wakatoshi hits even harder! seeing him help and befriend iwaizumi was really sweet 〔´∇｀〕

tendou never let his best friend's birthday pass by without cake. and although the collected and stoic ushijima did not seem like one for birthday celebrations—let alone the extravagant kind tendou always was so fond of—, every year ushijima blew out the candles that his team mates had stuffed the cake with (always the exact number!) and smiled a little, gratitude seeping through the soft look that would flash upon his face.

the tradition remained throughout high school. tendou always made sure to get ushijima a cake, or some kind of pastry, whenever the 13th of august came around. the whole team would stay after practice, munching on delicious slices of fancy cake bought out of a joint effort; they did the same for every team mate's birthday. but for ushiwaka, it was always special. he, the quiet boy with more often than not no friends, had never received that kind of attention before. in truth, he did not dislike it. he would have been fine without it of course, but that yearly slice of cake, along with smiles and pats on his back, always left a warm impression within him. something he could not describe with words, but felt every time. something close to the feeling of finally fitting in.

he never thought it would continue though. after high school, it was after all common to lose connections, people slowly drifting away and friendships coming undone without the people involved even noticing. yet tendou always found a way to shake ushijima's pre-conceived expectations. his first birthday after high school was no exception.

in the united states, where he began training for his international career, ushijima did not make many friends; volley-ball occupied his mind. then the 13th of august came around.

ushijima's phone got flooded with texts and congratulations from his former team mates—even coach washijo sent his prodigy a benevolent text. his father treated him to japanese cuisine for lunch and offered him a book touching on physical training, the kind of useful gift ushijima enjoyed most.

but the biggest surprise yet awaited him in the evening. an unexpected delivery.

when ushijima opened the door, a big box was put into his hands, the mail-man assuring him that he had got the address right and this was no mistake. all wakatoshi could do was thank him, perplexed, and set the mysterious object upon the table to open it. inside sat a cake. a chocolate cake, with waves of white frosting on top and capped with a volley-ball sculpted out of chocolate. cards slipped out of the box.

happy birthday wakatoshi-kun, the first one read. don't eat it all in one sitting ;) baked by yours truly - tendou satori.

before ushijima even had time to think about what to do next, his phone buzzed, and next thing he knew the faces of tendou, semi, goshiki, shirabu, ohira, kawanishi and yamagata all appeared before him, most of them smiling, all so familiar.

"wakatsoshi-kun," tendou sang brightly, pointing at him through the screen. "did you get our present?"

"yes."

"the ball isn't exactly round, but i redeemed myself with the nice frosting, don't you think?" tendou went on cheerfully and puffed his chest. "i baked it all by myself. culinary classes are starting to pay."

"thank you."

ushijima took a closer look at the cake, which indeed did not look as neat as that of a professional baker—but something about its imperfections, the slightly irregularities in the curve of the ball, the inscription ‘happy birthday’ written atop the frosting in tendou's handwriting made it all the more authentic. it made it special for ushijima.

"come on, dig in! we all got our own!" tendou lifted up a plate with an identic slice of cake, as did the rest of their friends.

"i baked enough for all of us so you wouldn't eat alone. though none of you lot get a fancy volley ball and inscription," he winked. "enjoy, wakatoshi-kun!"

"it's really great to see you, happy birthday wakatoshi-san!" goshiki was the second one to speak, cheeks red from excitement as much as timidity when addressing his senpai after quite some time.

"let him eat, then we'll talk," shirabu rolled his eyes, but a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"come on wakatoshi-kun, we're waiting for you!" tendou hurried him on. balancing his phone against a glass of water, ushijima did as he was told and dug in. it was not the first time he tried something tendou had baked—and never disappointed. though not being much of a sweet tooth, ushijima could tell that coming up with such a cake must have taken his friend a lot of energy. the sweet taste of dark chocolate (his favourite kind, were he to choose one) filled ushijima's mouth with a taste of sugary bitterness which was alleviated by the sweetness of the frosting.

"sooo...?"

tendou's inquisitive look met ushikawa's eyes, the red-haired boy eagerly awaiting his reaction.

"it's really good." ushijima nodded, taking another small bite.

"it's amazing, tendou-san!" goshiki cheered on, which was followed by semi's equally enthusiastic reply.

"you should bake for us more often, tendou-kun!"

"aren't you two getting ahead of yourselves?" shirabu scolded the two of them, but got drowned out by ohira also complimenting the desert.

seeing them like this, reunited, bickering and laughing and trying to talk over each other to congratulate their former captain, gratitude inevitably shone upon ushijima's face. as his team mates began singing 'happy birthday', he smiled a little, calmly sitting there and listening.

there could be no better gift than them.

[envythemouse]

All-time Sam/Gabriel recs

Five Times Sam Gave Gabriel the Kiss of Death (and One Time he Didn't) by ScrollingKingfisher

Summary: Everybody Sam kisses dies, right? That's his curse. So he figures that if it works on his lovers, it should damn well work on his enemies, too.

Only this is Sam Winchester's life, and nothing is ever easy like that.

Envy’s notes: Not placing these fics in a particular order but this one deserves to be first because of the amount of times I go back to it. Sam thinks the people he kisses are cursed and so at Mystery Spot decides to kiss Gabriel when he thinks he’s the enemy. He does it again in Changing Channels and eventually falls in love with Gabriel, now Sam is scared Gabriel’s gonna die because he kissed him.

A Time To Cast Away Stones by TheRiverScribe

Summary: The healing Gadreel had begun during his unwelcome tenure in Sam’s body had slowly unraveled in the weeks since the angel’s forced ejection. Castiel’s own borrowed grace dwindled in strength with each passing day. And Dean? Dean had the Mark of Cain, which seemed to lend the bearer power at the cost of their humanity.

They were all running out of time.

Envy's notes: Had to edit this post because somehow I forgot to put this one on here even though it's in my top 3. Cas helps Sam to time-travel back to the mystery spot era. Sam knocks out his younger self right before confronting the trickster after Dean permanently dies, he then hugs Gabriel who is disguised as Bobby and confronts him. I love any fic where Sam time-travels and confuses the fuck out of Gabriel by being affectionate.

Hoo-Doo Yoo-Doo by Violet Hyena

Summary: Sam's secret is that he's a drag queen. Gabriel meets his alter ego, Doe Adeer, and they hit it off very well. Sam is nervous about telling Gabriel who he is, but Gabriel might figure it out himself first.

Envy’s notes: Very lighthearted and sweet, NoHunting!AU, secret identities.

In Memory Of... by MonPetitTresor

Summary: "Over the years, Sam had become quite intimate with the concept of loss and he'd developed a few different coping mechanisms to help him deal with it. He learned to honor the memory of those he'd lost and he made sure to never forget them. Remembering them gave him the strength to keep going on. To keep fighting."

Only, for the first time, someone that he lost - someone other than his brother - comes back, and Sam's forced to confront just how much that being actually meant to him.

Envy’s notes: Sam gets a tattoo in honour of Gabriel after he dies, Gabriel luckily does not stay dead and eventually finds out about the tattoo when healing an injured Sam.

The French Mistake 2.0; or, Gabriel Being A Dick by LPCollins

Summary: "Hey baby, I got you flowers." "CAS?!" "Ahh yes, because that never gets old, Jared. Anyway, how was your day, baby?" "Me? ... Dude, I married fake Cas." "Actually it's Misha, you know, just in case you didn't read the marriage license when you signed."

Envy’s notes: Sam and Dean get thrown back into our world. Except that Misha and Jensen are married, so are Jared and Richard. Sam and Dean have to try getting back to their universe without disrupting this one.

Spoiler: Jared and Richard are having marriage struggles, Sam slept with Gabriel without knowing this

"But why would Rich want to? He knows they're fighting," Misha argued.

Sam's eyes grew big at the realization that Misha was right. "That doesn't make any sense."

My theory is that Richard is secretly Gabriel and has lived in our universe since Gabriel’s “death”. This fic is still ongoing and has 21k words right now, very excited for it to update (I have hope that it will).

Highway of Love (Or: How Sam Winchester Learned to Stop Worrying and Relax Already) by Jassy

Summary: AU. Sam noticed a few things weren't quite right after they killed the Trickster. After going back to check things out, his life will never be the same.

Envy’s notes: Sam realises the trickster did not die and returns to the lecture hall to look for him. Gabriel has the ability to stop time and takes Sam on a bunch of dates. A very romantic and sweet fic.

Spoiler: Gabriel saves Sam from the reaper when he gets stabbed by Jake, that’s also when Dean finds out about their relationship.

Last Words by Miniatures

Summary: He feels Dean’s eyes on him, but he can’t bring himself to meet his brother’s gaze. His mouth is cotton, his chest scraped raw. He draws back his sleeve and stares, breathing ragged, at the sharp black lettering along his forearm—the last words he’ll ever hear his soulmate say.

"And this is me lying down."

Envy’s notes: The last words your soulmate say to you are written upon your skin. Happy ending.

Beep beep Sammy by ObsessedAngel

Summary: Day 10 Spooptacular!

We’re at an amusement park and I swear to god that clown is following me. (Sam and Gabe, Dean and Cas are there but wandered off. Sam is scared. )

Envy’s notes: Gabriel protects Sam from a clown. Literally.

Sam Winchester, The Heat-Seeker by orphan_account

Summary: Sam gets cold in the bunker, wakes up, and goes to grab some coffee. On his way back, he ends up finding a really warm room. Is there anywhere better for him to sleep?

Envy’s notes: Sleepy and cold Sam goes to Gabriel’s room to steal all his warmth with a cuddle. Comfort!fic.

Thunk by badgerempress

Summary: Sam's had enough and decides to give Dean a taste of his own medicine.

Envy’s notes: Cas and Dean are loud. Sam gets back at them with Gabriel’s help.

Genres of Seduction (or 5 Times the Archangel Gabriel tried to seduce Sam Winchester using Television and 1 Time He Didn’t [but totally did]) by waffleawful

Summary: Angels loved television.

In which Gabriel uses the rules of television to court Sam Winchester.

This fic exists in kind of a nebulous universe where Gabriel left the Elysian Fields hotel and joined the boys in their fight to stop the apocalypse.

Envy’s notes: Fun and lighthearted. What better way to seduce Sam than to put him in a dating game with only you in it?

Morning, Sunshine by misbegotten

Summary: Gabriel likes time loops.

Envy’s notes: You know that scene where they have sex in ‘About Time’? Imagine that but it’s Sabriel and Sam remembers.

Shipmaster Sam by iscatterthemintimeandspace

Summary: Inspired by the Following Tumblr post from sabriel-OTP:

Anon: "What if Sam looks up Destiel fanfictions after this and discovers Sabriel that way?"

Envy’s notes: Sam finds out about Sabriel and enjoys it.

Vanilla In Lace by VioletHyena

Summary: Gabriel wants to spice up the bedroom but Sam is against the idea, at least until he learns he's vanilla. Sam, as a last resort, summons Balthazar to help him because he's not very knowledgeable on lady garments. He then he proves to Gabriel he's not that vanilla.

Envy’s notes: Sam wants to prove he isn’t vanilla and tries crossdressing as a surprise for Gabriel.

Trustfall by DawnOfTheRoses

Summary: Next thing Sam knows, Gabriel’s fingers gently tug at Sam’s wrist and pull his arm over his head, closer to the cuff at the top left corner of the bed. Sam peeks at his arm curiously, and if Gabriel minds him looking, he doesn’t tell him off for it.

“I’m going to tie you up now, Sam. It’s important that you’re honest with me about your colours in the next few minutes, do you understand?” Sam nods, not trusting his voice, but Gabriel is not satisfied. “Use your words, Sam.”

“I understand, sir.”

OR Sam and Gabriel scene for the first time.

Envy’s notes: Very underrated, Gabriel is a soft dom in this and comforts Sam throughout their scene.

Gotta go back in time by pansexualgabriel

Summary: A witch sends Sam back in time & he meets someone he thought he'd never see again.

Envy’s notes: Sam time travels back to S2E15 Tall Tales and hugs Gabriel when he sees him.

Omni gladio ancipiti by lifevolutionary

Summary: The archangel Gabriel had never chosen a Bearer for his sword. Until now.

Envy’s notes: Sam wields archangel Gabriel’s flaming sword.

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Musical Soulmates

SUMMARY: You always knew about your soulmate... Who could’ve guessed that you two would meet in a very uneventful morning? WORD COUNT: 600+

WARNINGS: Katsuki listening to too much rock music, you listening to more pop music (so sorry if you don’t listen to that), Katsuki with his crazy reflexes, you getting pinned/pushed/thrown to the ground (no not in a sexual way, it was Katsuki’s reflexes), and yeah... That’s it.

A/N: Inspired by this post about soulmates where every time your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too. So yes- fun. This was for a collab with @sasusaki​​ for their Kavyaverse Collab! This was pretty fun to write (although I’m lowkey disappointed because what exactly is that word count ew- I wish I could’ve wrote more  b u t  I accidentally wrote an ending and I was like “well that sounds good with me I guess so yeah-) A/N PART 2: Originally posted here.

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

You sighed a little as you woke up to... Rock music. Of course it was rock music. You rubbed your eyes a little as you just sat up, stretching back before getting ready for your day.

You never knew why your soulmate always listened to such loud music. It had always given you a headache. Seriously. What kind of person woke themselves up with heavy metal? Maybe a lot of people did that. Not you. You usually woke yourself up to more pleasant things. Such as gentle piano music, or something.

You hummed softly as you got ready for your day, putting on your school uniform before going out to go to class.

People were surprised that a person like you would go to UA. You were smart, yeah, and pretty creative. But UA? It seemed too random. Why would you want to go there, anyway?

Well, you wanted to create support items. Ever since you were little, you thought the different items that heroes had were cool. And you always had an interest in inventors. You had been building things out of random scraps for years.

You shook your head slightly to dispel those thoughts as you walked out of your dorm, skipping slightly as you moved to go to school. You paused slightly on the sidewalk, though. Because you heard a small humming noise that went along with the music in your ears...

You blinked a bit in surprise before running after the blond a bit. "Hey- wait!" You called after him. He didn't stop, however, and you had to almost sprint to catch up to him enough that you could grab his arm. "Aren't you- aren't you my soulmate...?"

Katsuki had always known about soulmates. Specifically his soulmate. He knew that they always listened to less rock music than he did. More of a variety of different types. Some songs were in a foreign language, which he didn't particularly care about... But he didn't particularly like it, either.

He let out a soft huff, the hard rock music that he was listening to drowning out the other people's voices as he got ready for another tiring day at UA.

He walked quickly out as he was done, head nodding slightly to the beat of the music as he walked. Although it had been pretty loud, he turned down the volume a bit as he got to the road.

He heard a voice, calling out to someone, but he ignored it. Maybe it was another extra, or maybe they were calling someone else.

He flinched ever so slightly as the person grabbed his arm, however, before his instincts kicked in, flipping them over and landing on top of them, their back hitting the ground.

He paused slightly though as the words that the other had said finally caught on. "Wait... Soulmate?" He frowned slightly, blinking.

You nodded slightly, gasping for breath; you were a bit winded.

He let out a soft huff, shaking his head. "...Where's the proof?"

"Let me... Listen to your music," you got out, and with a small sigh, Katsuki took off his headphones, gently putting them in your ears.

He froze slightly as he heard the music, eyes widening. "...So you weren't lying..." He murmured softly. "Well, what's your name?"

"I'm [L/N] [Y/N]. And you're... Bakugo Katsuki, aren't you?" Your head tilted slightly to the side, relieved that you had finally caught your breath.

"...Okay. And, yeah. Well, nice to meet you, [L/N]." He smiled faintly at you before helping you up. "Well, what do you want to do now, soulmate? Walk to school together?"