#your local whisp

[your-local-whisp]

So

My friends if I can even call them that were very stupid today and they did a very stupid think.

So it’s a regular day right

Wrong

We go to all our classes eat our lunch talk like normal friends do

And then we reach English and it’s like all the niceness just leaves their bodies and it’s back to teasing me about my crush. I don’t have a nickname to call her on here yet so I’ll continue to call her crush.

We leave English bell rings everyone has cleared the halls in a matter of seconds and you know what these assholes(ghost and blue) do? I’m attempting to push them outside and away from the doors of our class and blue fucking screams “CRUSH WHISP LIKES YOU” and at that point I’ve already given up attempting to pull them away and already have a foot at the door to run away. These motherfuckers are laughing while they walk towards me. Thankfully crush gets picked up on the other side of school so I don’t have to worry about her seeing us.

But my stupid ass decided to call her in tomorrow for a yearbook interview. Hopefully she forgets everything that happened today.

I hope you all have luck with your crushes and that your friends support you cause obviously mine want me dead.

[lexxierave]

I Don't Need You Part 4

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You were so deep in thought you didn’t notice your shadow growing longer from behind you. It began to creep past your feet until it flew up in front of you. Fanning out like smoke until you could no longer see anything but blackness.

               “Well, isn’t this interesting?” A voice in the darkness echoed out from behind you causing you to spin around.

               “You?” You questioned still confused by the black all around you instead of the mid-day sky that was there moments before. “How is all this possible?”

               You heard some stories from the locals in the nearby town about Grisha but nothing you heard could have prepared you for anything like this. This power to steal the sun away at will. It was fascinating to you.

               “How does it work?” You asked him, gliding your hand elegantly through the air in front of you to try and see the black whisps again but nothing of the sort came to view. The only thing visible to you was the General and yourself.

               “That hardly seems to be of importance given the situation you put yourself in.” He seethed.

               “And what situation would that be exactly?” You pointedly asked him.

               “Failing to escape for one. And faking your own kidnapping for two.” He pointed a finger at you before continuing, “After this little stunt I’m inclined to believe your first kidnapping was just another failed way in which you tried to run away. You really are such a spoiled brat.

               “You are so intolerable you know that! You know knowing about me, yet you judge me as if you do.” You cry out. You just want someone to understand you. You’re trying to plead your case in hopes that he may let you go but something about this man just rubs you raw as well.

               “I have been around long enough to know what spoiled princesses like you are like and what their needs and wants can lead to. I have no time and energy for your games either. I’m here to fulfill my mission and that is something that I don’t take lightly.” He says as he approaches you, “I won’t let anyone get in my way. Not even you.” He whispers in your ear.

               You were so focused on his words and your own stupid emotions that you didn’t realize the trap he had laid out for you until you heard a click and looked down. Attached to your wrists were a pair of shiny metal cuffs.

               “What is the meaning of this?!” You demanded to know at once.

               “This princess is how I am to ensure there are no more unexpected interruptions to our travel plans.” He said, and with a wave of his hands the darkness around you disappeared and the blue sky above was once ago rightfully above you again.

               “And what if someone comes for me again? How am I to protect myself” You questioned.

               “My men and I will handle that, but I should think you would be more than capable of thinking of something should it come to that.” He cheekily replied as he turned to walk to one of his waiting men.

               He was a little way off, waiting on a horse and holding the reins of a magnificent black one. It must have belonged to this General because you had never seen it before in your life. And while you weren’t big on riding the horse, preferring to walk the grounds and take in the sights instead, you frequented the stables enough to know all the horses.

               “Oh, must you pull so much.” You protested, still dragging your feet.

               “It wouldn’t be that bad if you would actually walk with me instead of dragging your feet about leaving.” He pointed out and your eyes went wide and the realization that you had fully been called out.

               “Maybe I would if the present company was worth walking next to.” You shot back, “What happened to that other fellow? He was nicer.” You asked just now realizing there was one missing in his party.

               “He’ll be along. Now hurry up.” He commanded tugging on the chains again.

               You huffed as you almost lost your footing but refused to lose any of your grace in front of this man, regardless of the fact you were wet as a dog and in tattered clothes. You were still royalty after all.

               “Ivan, go back to the castle and retrieve Feydor. The princess and I will carry on and we’ll meet you at the arranged stopping point.” He instructed his man once you made it to him.

                “The princess has a name too you know.” You grunted out. You were displeased with the entire treatment you were receiving. But it fell on deaf ears as both men ignored you.

               “Can I at least get a can of clothes? I’m hardly presentable.” You argued. Trying to buy yourself some more freedom but your plan was easily seen through by the general.

               “And who’s to blame for that, your highness?” He asked making you blush slightly from embarrassment, “No, I’d say you’re properly dressed for a long journey on horseback.” He cheekily replied.

               You rolled your shoulders and let out a huff, narrowing your eyes and he walked towards you once more. You were about to give him a piece of your mind when he picked you up and fitted you over his shoulder.

               “Put me down!” You exclaimed, in surprise.

               “With pleasure.” He says, as you haphazardly set you on the black horse.

               You quickly grabbed hold of the horn to prevent yourself from falling off the saddle. General Kirigan swiftly climbed on behind you and grabbed the reins.

               “Comfy?” He smartly questioned, knowing full well you weren’t.

               “No.” You replied, with a hard look on your face, trying to slide out of the cuffs.

               “Good. Now hold on tight. Wouldn’t want you to damage that pretty face with a fall.” He teased and he hit the reins hard and the two of you took off with great speed.

The speed threw you off balance slightly and you were thrown back into the General. He paid you no mind as he continued his pace and kept his eyes trained ahead of you.

You began to fidget with the cuffs on your wrists again after some time had passed.

“Stop that.” His stern voice sounded behind you.

You rolled your eyes and kept messing with the metal adorning your wrists. Pulling harder the more frustrated you got when you still couldn’t slip out of them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The man advised you from behind you.

“Oh? And what would you do in my situation?” You questioned him, stopping your fidgeting momentarily to wait for his response.

“For starters, I’d never let myself get in your position.” He teased you. “But if I was ever captured?” He paused, his breath ghosting over the shell of your right ear. “I’d make sure all of Ravka knew my revenge.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. Something about them sounded more like a fact than a man who was simply making an empty-handed promise.

You had heard many men make empty-handed promises vowing to get their revenge for themselves or their families, but none held the air of conviction this man behind you had. Something about him was far different than any man you had ever met, and you hated that fact.

It meant that you had no idea how to deal with this man.

You couldn’t simply bat your eyelashes at him and plaster on a pretty smile, so he’d fall over himself for your looks. And your title didn’t seem to do a thing for you as he was honor-bound to your father.

So, it started to make you wonder what this man truly cared about besides honor and duty. And could you use it to aid you in escaping whatever fate was awaiting you on the other side of the fold.

You pondered this for a while as you lightly messed with your bindings until the General pulled the reins to make the steed underneath you stand still.

Part 5

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[delopsia]

love all the older rhett this older bob that but do you know what i really really reallyyyy want? older rhett and older bob at the same time

Every gear in my head just came to a screeching halt, Jesus christ.

Oh, to be the controversially younger s/o of Admiral Robert Floyd and Pro Bullrider Rhett Abbott 😔✌ could you IMAGINE?

The whispers that follow as you mosey into the Hard Deck in some cute little outfit that breaks every Navy regulation imaginable, intentionally too short to get under Bobby's skin. Nobody's got the slightest clue who you are, where you came from, or who your heart might belong to, but oh, they're trying to get your attention. For a moment, the bar is loud.

But then you're walking right up to Admiral Floyd and planting yourself in his big, warm lap, and the room deflates. Scandalized whispers and wide eyes eating up the way your fingers comb through the whisps of gray in his hair. Bob knows what they're all thinking, and yet all he cares about is showing you off. This pretty thing snuggled up in his lap, playing with his hair while his big hand rubs up and down your thigh.

Oh, but that's not the end of it because there's an arena a few miles away hosting the PBR that night, and everyone is going. It's the one new, fun event of the year, and it's got the attention of the whole town. Eyes are already on you after your stunt at the bar. Even as you settle down in the bleachers, you can feel those nameless pilots paying attention to your every move.

Then Rhett fucking Abbott, rough and tumble cowboy who's been making headlines for his looks all season, comes bursting out of the chute. Rides some beast of a bull to his eight seconds, disappears for a few rides, then reappears up in the stands. Him and his salt and pepper scruff, kissing up on you and Bobby, big hands squeezing your hip and Bob's lithe waist.

Ugh, it's all over a local news outlet the next morning, and both men are so damn well established that nobody can do a damn thing about it. It would take three to pick up Bob's workload, and not one of those bull riders has been able to match Rhett's latest records. And they know it.

But they're so good with you. Protective but not overly so, the power lies in your hands, and they're more than content to fall into the places you need them to. Whether that be shouldering forward to have a word with someone who's been bugging you at the bar or sitting back and watching over you as you handle it yourself.

Sometimes, they struggle to keep up with your terms and references, but they do try their best to make up for the age gap. It makes for an interesting dynamic; their biggest worry is accidentally alienating you, which ends in countless movie nights so that you can understand each other's jokes. Introducing Rhett to modern applications and begging Bob to quit with the highly technical terms. Neither you nor Rhett understand what he's saying, and if he explains, it only gets worse.

Bob spoils you rotten; he's got more money than he knows what to do with, and you get whatever your pretty little heart wants. You haven't paid for a damn thing in years; you've tried, but even if you slip past the detection of one, you're caught in the crosshairs of the other.

On his long days, he'll send you and Rhett off shopping with his card, and you two always get up to something. It's been three months since Rhett sent that video of your pretty hips rolling against Rhett's new boots, biting at his thigh, whispering something that sounded like a plea for Bob to come home early.

Sometimes, he winds up with lewd photos of you riding Rhett in your new lingerie. Then there was that one time you two got an old Polaroid camera, stuffed the photos into a cute box, and sent it to his work to be delivered to him at his desk. That one ended in you and Rhett both limping, but it was so, so worth it. You're already working on your second batch of photos.

Rhett isn't as financially well-off, can't buy you all the bells and whistles, but he kisses you half to death and whispers the prettiest praises in your ears. He's snuggling you when you're both missing Bobby, and he's leaving you sweet messages while he's on a rodeo circuit, mailing small things that remind him of you and Bob. A hand-carved figurine of three running horses, hand-knit blankets from small-town shops.

Drives you two damn near mad with all those photos of his hard cock straining against his jeans, grunts your names over and over and over as he gets himself off to the sight of you and Bobby on his screen.

He loves making you two ride him. Whispering about how, "Want this ol' cowboy to teach ya how to ride, hm?" and making you work for it until your thighs are shivering. Draws you down to fall into his chest as he fucks up into you, too damn strong for his own good.

If you happen to be gone, then your phone never shuts up. They're a mess. One minute, you're rolling your eyes at a POV video of Rhett chasing Bob around the backyard for stealing his popsicle. The next, you're praying nobody overhears hears the secondary video of Rhett railing Bobby into the mattress, muttering about how "this coulda been you, but you're so far away, babydoll."

Its when you're together all at once, that you fully wear each other out. You would think they'd tire easily, but they could go for hours if they want to.

Sometimes they'll take turns with you, pumping you full of their cum and stepping back to let the other play with you for a while. At some point you have to tap out, batting their fingers away when they try to push it back into your spent pussy. It always ends in a need to change the sheets, because they make such a damn mess.

They're equally willing to let you take full control. Sitting on their knees at the foot of the bed, letting you haul them around by their hair and content to follow your every order. The sight of such powerful men at their most vulnerable is something else entirely.

But the best times are when you wake up snuggled between their big, warm bodies. Two pairs of blue eyes smiling fondly at the sight of you yawning, nuzzling into Rhett's broad chest, pulling Bob's arm tighter around you, asking for a few more minutes.

They both love you to death and will show you off as much as you'll allow of them. If you want to perch yourself on their arms for a big-title navy event or a PBR after-party, then that's what you'll get to do. But if you'd prefer to stay home, then they'll move heaven and earth to make sure they can share that with you, too. Regardless of the differences and the gaps between your ages, you'll be wrapped up in these two old men for a long, long time.

[ashleyfableblack]

With a gust of green flame Queen Chrysalis Sparkle appeared in the disaster-zone that was the West Tower royal laboratory of her wife. "Twilight? I-"

"Honeybug! Thank you for coming home early."

A wide-eyed Queen Twilight cautiously prodded at the hissing spider with a pair of tongs. It lunged and snapped at them with its chelicerae. It backed away from her, it's forelimbs raised in a threatening pose. As it sideled sideways, looking for an opening in Twilight's defenses she maneuvered the tongs like a shield.

A concerned Chrysalis regarded the scene with a raised eyebrow. "That is a Green Widow."

Twilight continued her defensive dance with the irate arachnid. "Correct!"

Chrysalis looked from the hissing creature to Twilight and back. "And why is it here in your laboratory with it's acidic spittle and venomous bite which could even kill an alicorn, like my wife?" Her horn crackled with a whisp of green flame. She drew close to her pony wife, ready to interpose herself.

"I know you're concerned, honeybug." Twilight quickly attempted to reassure her. "I'm fine- WOOP!" She ducked as a thin spray of grey mist shot past her shoulder. It's impact left a smoking buckshot pattern on the nearby bookshelf.

Chrysalis pursed her lips, her fangs scraping against the chitin in worry. "I see." In a gust of green changeling flames she created an invisible shield around Twilight.

"The potency of the green widow's venom is legendary and it's precisely why this one is here. Green widow bites in the Whitetail woods are rare but they have a very high mortality rate. I need to retrieve a sample of its venom to continue our local hospital's research into developing a viable antivenom. This little fellow was volunteered by our local wildlife wranglers for the process. Normally Fluttershy would be handling this but she's come down with the ponypox."

The spider kicked a few of the broken tongue depressors out of its way. With an angry chomp it hefted up the tattered remains of a plush doll, made to resemble the buttercream pegasus and flung it at Twilight. "I'm afraid this little fellah is not in any mood to cooperate."

"Why do you have a little plushie of her?"

"Discord left it here after our last tea-time." She traded knowing eyes with her wife and shrugged. "I didn't ask. Anyways, I was hoping you could help with this moody little guy, with your people's knowledge of the creatures of the deep woods, I theorized you might have an insight to its behavior or at least be able to hypnotize it momentarily."

Chrysalis chuckled. "I'm so glad you had the good sense to ask for my help." She kissed her wife's horn and gave it a playful nip with her fangs. "But mesmerizing it with my enchanting gaze won't be necessary, beloved."

Chrysalis turned to the spider and made a series of clicks and whispered hisses. The furious arachnid set down the beaker it had hefted overhead, prepared to hurl at Twilight. The two hissed and spat back and forth for a moment as Twilight watched in wide-eyed surprise. They were communicating. She was still learning just how helpful it was to have a wife who had literally been almost every species of creature in the world.

"You speak its language?" Her brow furrowed. "It has a language?"

The creature angrily stomped it's forelimbs as Chrysalis nodded. Occasionally it pointed at Twilight and made a particularly disgusted sound, slapping its pedipalps together.

Chrysalis sighed. "Yes. Of a sort. Most sapient beings do." There was a slight tinge of irritation to her words.

"Chrysalis!" Twilight used her magic to retrieve a pencil and note tablet from a nearby desk, excited to record this new knowledge. "This is incredible! Equestrian science knows so little about the green widow!" She hadn't even considered this discovery. "Ooooo! What did it say?"

"Well, for starters, Her name is Miss Mugglywumpus. She does not appreciate being snatched from her burrow and she is very offended by your eyelashes."

Twilight blinked. "My… eyelashes?" The spider hissed and reared up again.

"Yes." Chrysalis looked back to the angry spider. "You've been fluttering them at her in a very rude threat display."

Twilight lifted a tiny mirror to examine herself, suddenly very self-conscious. Normally she was very proud of the inky black cilia which framed her almond-shaped violet eyes. Chrysalis often complimented her on their "come-hither" quality. She supposed they might resemble antennae or some other form of limb to the right perspective.

Her changeling wife continued. "Not only that but your aggressive blinking has been signaling very crass remarks about her hygiene, the size of her abdomen and capacity to spawn a respectably-sized brood."

"I WHAT?!"

Chrysalis motioned to the creature with her serpentine eyes. It glared up at Twilight with all 8 of its crimson peepers. Fangs glistening, forelimbs folded across it's thorax. If there was any expression in a spider's body-language which might indicate it had been the recipient of a potent yo-mama slam, this looked to be about right.

Twilight gave a dejected sigh as Chrysalis placed a consoling hoof across her withers.

She had expected today to be quite eventful. However, as Rainbow Dash might say, she did not have 'sparking a first-contact disaster with her face' on her bingo card today.

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA X Scooby-Doo and the Witch's Ghost Chapter 5: The rest of the Mystery Teams shows watching of 1600s Puritan People/Scooby, Jaxson, and Kirby find 2 buckles to Their Owners

The mayor smiles. Now we go to the Puritan Village, complete with pilgrim outfits, butter churners, stone ovens, turkeys, pillories and so on.

Mayor Corey: What you're seeing is a perfect recreation of what life was like back in the 1600's, as reenacted by our locals.

Mayor Blaine: Right, people's clothing like in the 1600s.

Ben: When did all of this go on?

Flik: Hmm? What got on?

Mayor Corey: About six months ago.

Velma: This is amazing, Mayor.

Sarah: Yeah, this is so cool!

Laura: Like stepping back in time.

They see little dolls on a stump

Daphne: Oh, cornhusk dolls. Aren't they cute, Fred?

Fred: Yeah, charming.

We go to Shaggy showing Scooby that he's in a pillory

Shaggy: Ha ha, look Scoob. I’ve been a baaaad boy.

Josh: Haha, joke, Shaggy has to pillory...

Scooby: (Laughs)

Tourists: (Laughing)

John: Shaggy, you crack up.

Then, Shaggy, now free of the pillory, and Scooby go to a woman using a churn.

Pilgrim Woman: Wouldst thou like to churn?

Scooby: Huh?

Shaggy: Like it's your turn to churn the butter, old buddy.

Scooby-Doo: Uh-huh. (Laughs)

Scooby churns it, then uses it as a guitar, and he slipped on some butter that leaked out and everyone laughed.

Josh: Uh oh, need to make churning butter...

John: Um... It’s used to make even churning butter look fun.

Shaggy: Now, all we need is the popcorn.

With Velma, Matilda, Ben, Flik, and the Mayors.

Velma: So you say a ghost has been appearing here?

Matilda: Right, 2 ghosts here?

Mayor Corey: Ah-yup. That's right, young ladies. Apparently, we disturbed the spirit of Ben's ancestor, who was persecuted as a witch. (Velma and Matilda gasps) Way back in 1657.

Mayor Blaine: Hmm, see it... The spirit of Flik's ancestor was a witch.

Ben: UNJUSTLY persecuted. Sarah Ravencroft was a medicine woman who practiced natural healing, and was unfairly accused because of her eccentric ways!

Flik: Agreed, Whisp Galloway, she medical... She heals patients... her ways to heal!

Velma: Just like the Salem witch trials. Many men and women who were a bit different or didn't conform to the codes of the colony, suffered the same fate.

Matilda: Right, I think a few patients have sick to two healers to heal from sick...

Vivi: Hm... I think two healers...

Ben: Sarah was a healer. It was said she even kept a journal of all the patients she cured with her herbal remedies.

Flik: True... Whisp is a healer... she has kept her journal book... all of her patients.

Shaggy, Scooby, Josh Rivas, Jaxson, John, and Kirby go to the cornhusk dolls, and Scooby grabs a tiny hat.

John: Ooooh, cornhusk dolls.

Josh: Bet they’re like mummified corn, huh?

Scooby: Look, Shaggy. (Puts on the tiny hat)

Shaggy: It‘s a perfect fit, Scoob.

Scooby-Doo: Yeah. (Laughs)

Kirby: Hehe

Then the hat blows away.

John: ! It’s blowing away!

And then a mole takes it.

John: That mole took it away.

Scooby looks at him, he goes down to his hole, Scooby sniffs the hole.

Scooby: Huh?

John: Careful, Scooby, my man.

Scooby tries to get the hat back, but the mole bit Scooby's paw.

Scooby-Doo: Ow! (growls)

Kirby: ! Grrr...

Jaxson: Rats! The mole took it!

Scooby digs through the dirt, accidentally flinging it at Shaggy.

Shaggy: Easy Scoob.

Jaxson and Kirby are joined Scooby digs out, accidentally flinging it at Josh and John.

Josh: Wait, wait! Jaxson!

John: Easy Kirby...

Then Scooby sticks his head in the hole and found items he got out of it.

Jaxson: ? What that?

Shaggy: Like what you got there old buddy?

Josh: Yeah, what’d you find?

Scooby-Doo: (spits the item out into Shaggy’s hands) I don't know.

Shaggy: Wonder what this is?

Mayor Corey walks up behind him.

Mayor Corey: Looks like you found an old shoe buckle, my boy. Probably over 400 years old.

Shaggy: Cool. (Attaches the shoe buckle into his shoe) Man. Look for another one, Scoob. So I can have a matching pair.

Scooby: Okay.

Josh: Jaxson and I’ll help you sniff one out.

The others arrive.

Mayor Corey: A yeah, we found all sorts of items from the old colony when we cleared this area for construction. Handmade nails, horseshoes, farm equipment.

Ben: How about a book?

Flik: Hmm... old book?

Mayor Corey: A book?

Mayor Blaine: What's a book?

Ben: You know how long I've been searching for Sarah's journal. To officially clear our family name.

Flik: I think, I search everywhere for Whisp's journal. To clear out our family name.

Mayor Corey: Sorry, Ben. Nothing like that.

Mayor Blaine: Oh, right, sorry, Flik. No idea...

Fred: So what makes you think it’s Sarah’s ghost haunting this place?

Bart: Hm... Whisp's ghost haunted here?

Mayor Corey: Because the ghosts said so. Maybe you'll see them tonight.

Fred Jones: (Rolls eyes) Oh boy.

Daphne: You never know, Fred.

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Curse or Blessing

Flight Rising Lair lore Focus: Lair member Alnilam

Warnings: None Context: Alnilam, local baker, is pestered by her favorite customer and talks a little about her life.

"Blessed? What is a blessing but a curse others are jealous of?" Alnilam asked, watching the clouds over the city as she walked with a dragon who was starting to get on her nerves.

"Oh but the Icewarden himself chose you."A green skydancer hummed."To be chosen by one of the eleven is-"

"Has anyone told you you're harder to get rid of than a disease?"Alnilam growled. The skydancer stopped and her red eyes seemed to shine.

"Why that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!"

"Viral, it was not a compliment."Alnilam shook out her mane with a huff."And imagine. All of your children left to serve the deities. A noble cause. They all followed their own call. But you? You were sent against your will. You were planning to go. But to serve the deity you were born under. I was born a fire dragon."

"You're… not though."

"Correct."Alnilam rolled her eyes."But I was taken here by my travels. The travels I planned to do before settling to serve. They said my destiny was not to serve and I ignored them."

"So how'd you become an Ice dragon?"Viral was walking backwards and Alnilam considered simply tripping the skydancer to change the topic but decided otherwise.

"I left to go serve the Flamecaller and got lost in the snow. It all looks the same outside the city. It's no wonder most need an ice dragon to accompany them. When I was found, it was by Gaolers. They took me to him. The icewarden himself. My fire was too bright to contain by even their ancient ice. They needed him to quell the flames. And he did. He turned me into one of his own and ice runs through me."She sighed."Cursed and then sent away, back to this city. Why? I do not know."

"I mean that explains the embers that are constantly coming out of your mane."Viral said.

"Yes, Viral. That explains the embers."

"Does it burn?"

"Does what? The embers? No."

"The ice."

"Viral…"Alnilam looked at Viral with an almost unreadable expression.

"Dumb question, right?"

"No that's… I don't know what a burn is supposed to feel like but based on descriptions? It did burn. I've adjusted."

"Miss Alni, maybe if we found the Flamecaller, she could give you your fire back?"

"Or she could kill me. OR perhaps I'm done dealing with the eleven. They may be gods but if I have to face another, I want it to be the Icewarden so I may spit on his name."Alnilam said, heading to a building."Now then, what was it you were pestering me about before you got me on this topic?"

"Oh, I need three loaves of Sunflower loaf, a batch of blacktongue muffins, and a whisp fruit honey pie."

"Hosting another Contagion party?"

"Yes! Only Rohel showed up last time."

"Is that a problem?"Alnilam asked, gathering the pastries from one of the display cases and some baskets.

"Yes! Because he left thinking I just wanted to hang out with him. AND I DID don't get me wrong, but… uh. I never know what to say around him unless others are there. I mean he's part of the council! And well… he's pretty."

"Oh Viral… What am I going to do with you?"Alnilam handed over the baked goods and waited as the skydancer fished payment from their bag, only to see the shocked and clearly disappointed expression. Alnilam shook her head with a sigh before going to write something down.

"Pay later?"Viral asked with a nervous laugh.

"Yes. Pay later."

"Thank you! Sorry!" Viral left the obelisk to her job.

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LOVE LOVE LOVE !! : otoño, mandarinas, frunas, obleas, vainilla, lq pics & loops accs, música, hacer playlists, cantar, 00's/10's cartoons / series & movies, gatos, chigüiros (capybaras), mlp, monster high, ninjago, vocaloid, fnaf, fhs, snk, your lie in april, bt21, bangtan, bmw, amphibia, ducktales 2017, big city greens, rilakkuma & kaoru, bee & puppycat, glee, detective conan, she-ra (2018), fionna & cake, mdzs, heathers, ride the cyclon, disventure camp | likes: mlb, (some) k-dramas, hazbin hotel, helluva boss | ok: body neutrality

HATE HATE HATE !! : calor, capacitismo, misoginia, clasismo no irónico, body shaming & "positivity", racismo, PERSONAS SIN CRITERIO PROPIO, fatfobia, HIPOCRESÍA, xenofobia, lgbtqia+fobia (bifobia, panfobia, transfobia, acefobia, arofobia, etc), AKGAES, saessangs, company stans, ONLYS CASTROSAS, locals

T W // : bizarre sounds/pictures, flashing lights, SCREAMERS!!!!

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LOVE ZONE (๑ﾉ •͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)ﾉ NOW PLAYING : U ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ᴗ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

☆ my ult k-girlie girls + fave boys: seokjin, namjoon, yoongi, jimin, jungkook, taehyung, hobi, shuya, soohyun, byeol eun, som hevin, izykite, lee haein, taemin, jinki, jonghyun, minho, kibum, dahyun, momo, mina, jihyo, jeongyeon, jieun, heesung, sunoo, taehyun, soobin, hueningkai, chaewon, yuqi, choi yujin, shen xiaoting, moonbin, eunwoo, sanha, jung eunbi, hwang eunbi, umji, sowon, jung yerin, choi yuna, ha sooyoung, kim jiwoo, hyeju, kim lip, choerry, wonyoung, an yujin, liz, moonbyul, yongsun, hwasa, wheein, gunwook, jiwoong, gyuvin, zhang hao, sung hanbin, kim taerae, ricky, seok matthew

☆ comfort characters + pixelitos 2d que me caen re pana o están MUY bien escritos:

• bonnibel, marceline, jake, finn, simon, phoebe (adventure time)

• sprig, hop pop, Mr. & Mrs. Boonchuy, calamity trio, toadie, grime, king andrias, ivy, maddie (amphibia)

• tilly, BILL, alice, gloria, cricket, nancy (big city greens)

• toast, puppycat, bee, cardamon (bee & puppycat)

• eric 😭😭😭, cory, topanga, shawn, mr. phoene, angela (boy meets world)

• rj, tata, chimmy, koya, mang, cooky, shooky (bt21)

• kudo shinichi, mouri ran, kuroba kaito (detective conan)

• GABBY, rosa maria, GRETT, kai, james, AIDEN, alec, fiore, drew, lake, miriam, A.S FINAL THREE, trevek (disventure camp)

• McDuck triplets, DONALD, scrooge, DELLA, Mrs. Beakley, lena, rosita, McQuak, fenton cabrera (ducktales 2017)

• ESTROPAJO 😭😭😭😭😭, lily, mai, joy, BONNIE, maggie, puppet, golden, bon, toddy, meg, frededdy, cami, felix (fhs)

• michael, elizabeth, glamrock freddy, foxy, chica, henry, ballora (fnaf)

• wendy, dilfs & young twinnies pines, SOOS, bill cipher (gravity falls)

• blaine, kurt, brittany, santana, mercedes, unique (glee)

• martha, veronica, h. mcnamara, h. chandler (heathers)

• nani, stitch, lilo, david (lilo & stitch)

• wei ying, LAN WANJI, jiang yanli, wen qing, a-qing, wen ning, jinling, jiang cheng, xueyang, xiao xingchen, song lan (mdzs)

• kagami, luka, chloe, ALIX, julekka (mlb)

• flutter shy, sunset shimmer, the dazzlings, rarity, twilight sparkle, sci-twi, trixie, lyra & bonbon, derpy hooves, princess luna (mlp 4th gen / eg)

• ghoulia, cleo, draculaura, clawdeen, twyla, toralei, rochell, invisi billy, scarah, casta, spelldon, valentine, spectra, jackson / hult, iris, abby, sirena, catty noir, skellita, gigi & whisp grant (monster high)

• RBG sibblings, zane, cole, jay, sensei wu (ninjago)

• wandasho, momojump!!, nigo (project sekai)

• myeong jaeun, im yerin (pyramid game)

• RIGBY, benson, eileen, pops, benson (regular show)

• penny lamb, noel, ocean (ride the cyclone)

• ki seongyeom, oh mijoo, seo danah, lee yeonghwa (run on)

• ESCORPIA, entrapta, bow, adora, catra (she-ra 2018)

• pearl, peridot, rose quartz, amethyst, lars, jasper (steven universe)

• carry, penny, anais, gumball, darwin, nicole, sarah (tawog)

• gumi, meiko, luka, kaito, triple baka squad, rin & len, fukase, oliver, gakupo, piko, IA, sweet ann, vflower, defoko, momone momo, ritsu, ruko, sukone tei, akita neru, haku, shiteyanyo (vocaloid + utaus & fanloids)

• vannellope, fix it felix, captain calhoun (wreck it ralph)

• miyazono kaori, kōsei arima (your lie in april)

• na heedo, ko yurim (2521)

☆ pixiamistades por las que me dejaría poner una bala en el craneo irl (así como lo haría por bangtan/alguno de mis otros favs y/o demás aficiones preciadas para mí) :

♡ angelitas gc ; cuendie, lanis, pacha, frida, rosi y mel (putas sé que NINGUNA (a excepción de maybe whendie (ily whendie)) va a leer una poronga de esto xq (COMO YO) son unas pajeras de mierfa y así pEEROo,,, in case alguna ACTUALLY llegue a ver este coso jsj <'33 nada, ya le saben,,, las adoro son mis pajeras favoritas en este mundo entero nunca me falten xfavor enserio las amo mucho)

♡ cony [(maybe tampoco leas bec esta pseudo-carrd es un puterio MUY pesado de cargar o leer por tanta wea que le puse pero you know damn well qué pienso de ti, nada tqm demasiado flaca jamás me faltes de rodillas te pido fr eres de las mejores amistades que he podido hacer en estos 20 años de mi silly existencia | 2024 update: me hiciste MUCHISIMA falta como no te lo puedes llegar a imaginar flaca ASJFHSGDJTJDHFK 😭😭😭😭😭💗💗💗💗 perdona por haberme alejado tanto tiempo y sin avisar a más detalle, enserio fue en contra de mi voluntad y odio como no tienes idea el hecho de haberle permitido a la persona que lo causó, prolongarlo por el tiempo que lo hizo hasta ahora, sé que probablemente las cosas no vuelvan a ser como antes ya que el paso del tiempo PESA y con mucha fuerza, pero igual, me alegra de todas formas saber que no me od!as y que aún cuento con tu amistad 🤧🤧🤧❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 amo hablar de cualquier tontería y media contigo así como quejarnos de lo que sea que pase en el momento en la tl TvT siento y nadie matchea mi freak (PLATONICAMENTE OFC) de la manera en que tú lo haces 🥹🥹🥹 es muy ñoño y lo sé pero ndea siempre nos ví a ambas como al jinkook, tú siendo seokjin y yo jk in some way jsjs <'333

siempre te admiré muchísimo por lo brutalmente honesta que eres, al igual que por el talento que tenías para esculpir y escribir (cuando en la época hacías aus taejin y le dedicabas testamentos a seokjin just like me jsj (qué tiempos esos <'3)), así como tu gran sentido del humor y OVERALL, el gran sistema de apoyo y comfort qué eres para quienes te rodean a tu propia manera (even if you seen a bit tough outside jsj TvT)

EN FINNNNN, reitero, enserio eres de las mejores personas que he tenido el placer y honor de conocer 😭😭😭😭 en verdad te quiero mucho y te adoro con todo mi corazón 🫂❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 that's all, bye 🥹💗)]

♡ güilliz rockerita mechitas de colores KOMATSU (técnicamente hablando,,, SOMOS amikx irl as well y así BUTTTTTTT,,, since quitteé tratar de ser el ilon ma' y desde entonces no nos hemos podido ver de nuevo + casi que nuestra ÚNICA manera de contacto es vía ig y wapp puejjjj,, creo y eso prácticamente nos hace también pixibesties y no solo lunchboxfriends <'3333 ~ (me alegra MUCHO que no resultaramos así jsj) y nada flaca, sabes que te adoro con todo mi pechito de espantahumanos TvT, gracias por seguir junto a mí a pesar de lo complejo que pueda ser estar conmigo cuando estoy in my lowest, enserio eres un sol y demasiado cool y AVDAGDADGSFHSFDHRS amo que de igual forma confíes en mí y me consideres parte de tu círculo más cercano 😭😭😭💗💗💗 ilysm boba, vamos por más años de amistad juntitas y someday mandemonos un drinking game viendo algo que nos desespere a ambas, yo invito el soju cjau)

♡ sophie (TE AMO GRACIAS POR TENER TANTAS AFICIONES WEABOOS EN COMÚN CONMIGO 😭😭😭 ERES UN SOL ENSERIO TE QUIERO BANDA Y TE ADORO MUCHO FLACA AFSJSGSKSJD)

♡ layla (PANA AFSHSFSNDVD CÓMO ES POSIBLE QUE VIVAMOS EN EL MISMO PLATANAL Y NO NOS HAYAMOS ENCONTRADO NI UNA SOLA VEZ PORELPUTISIMOPADREAFSJSGDKD SOY MOCOS I HATE HERE 😭😭😭😭 ... ya serios,,, ay pana,,, nada en la re buena contigo también te re quiero mucho eres una chimba de persona y sabes que pa las que seas cuentas conmigo)

♡ mile (oh girl,,, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW nor HAVE a single IDEA de lo que yo era como armada antes de conocerte,,, gracias por ayudarme a encontrar el camino de la inner peace para no ser purpurina básica status quo con you know what and whose fr ty veri mucho btw enserio me caes re pana y te re quiero muak)

♡ armytwt mutis wonitas ; vivi, diana best jungkooka y ro 2seokista (gracias por acordarse de mi existencia y no olvidarse de mí wapas TvT 💗💗💗 se les tqm mucho muchito muchazo cjau <'333)

♡ mamberitos squad ; sebas, mati, alfred, cata, bell, martha, lex, dirk, arii (no words, just decirles que 1. ESTÁN BASADISIMOS LOS TQM MUCHO y 2. NO están feos, SÍ combinan 🫰 | 2024 update: gracias por no olvidarme 🥹💗💗💗)

♡ tomo / nellsita (TOMITO 😭😭😭😭😭😭 AXSHSGSJSGSKDVEJE TE QUIERO MUCHO MUCHO MUCHO ERES UN SOLECITO Y UN COMPLETO AMOR DE PERSONA ILYSM BAIII xfi algún día hagamos una collab juntas de lo que sea <'333)

- pausa para autoconciencia momento y decir,,, será que alguna si leerá esto TT? adsgbghkgj meh idc igual lo hago porque soy maricona y TENGO la necesidad patológica de expresarlo públicamente so,,, sigo -

♡ japanbooesque / nana app gang ; feruu, kishy y sombra (las amo reinas, fenkies so muchos por aguantarse mi voz chillona y fastidiosa desde que las conocí <'3 fr las re quiero muchito byee)

♡ youtube besties ; luci, dome, nao, mandarino, janee, jevik y bupi11 (gracias a cada unx de ustedes por darme una manito y acompañarme en este viaje que ha sido mi canal de youtube desde que comencé a tomarme enserio el intentar ser creadora de contenido TvT en verdad les agradezco MUCHO y de todo corazón, todo el cariño y apoyo que me han brindado desde que empecé 🥹🥹🥹 sé que aún mi canal no es muy grande que digamos pero igual para mí basta y sobra el tenerles junto a mí en este camino en el que me embarque, al iniciar esta ruta en la que quería dar vida a algo que una vez soñé y, ahora gracias a ustedes, es una hermosa realidad 🤧🤧🤧🤧💗💗💗 muchas gracias chicxs, enserio les adoro 🫂🫂🫂❤️‍🩹)

♡ eze (pana 😭😭😭😭 literalmente nos conocemos hace nada pero siento y conectamos re bien porque ambos somos igual de delulos por los cabezones y afsjsk nada tqm mucho, te cargas UN TALENTAZO pa los trazos, DIOS ENSERIO TE BESO EL CRÁNEO PORQUE ERES UN PUTO GENIO CON LAS IDEAS QUE TE MANDAS y eres una persona muy vacana 🫶 , eso <'33, fr te agarré mucho cariño y confianza rápidamente y espero nos podamos seguir conociendo más 🥹💗 | update 2024; I miss you so much as well 😭😭😭😭)

♡ bastard voice crew (gracias por adoptarme en su grupo siendo el team de fandoblaje MÁS VACANO que puede haber en todo youtube 😭😭😭😭💗💗💗, fr se les tqm mucho por darme la chance de trabajar junto a ustedes y creer en mí)

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yYYYYyyy,,, bno,,, ya para cerrar la agenda MARICONA (de una buena vez por todas lpm AFSVDAHFSJFSLG) de una manera NO tan emo,,, les dejo esta canción que es EL tema más real de amistad !!! (archivo adjunto más abajito), que si nunca se los dedicaron antes (xq como yo no tuvieron amistades que fueran así de chimba backthen) se los dedico YO ahora kkk <33 ~ jsjs

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denle *tap* al corazoncito de abajo para que les abra la canción, that's all, mucha omosesualidad por un día, byeee

pd: si no reconocen la canción we no longer frens anymore *angry 👉👈*

/j

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BYF !! • pa la gente del nicho (army/kpoptwt) que vea esto:

no soy only pero ✨ PRIORIZO A BTS ✨ , les chillo de manera INSANA al jinkook (tanto individualmente y/o en conjunto (ya que los 2 son mi comfort dúo y los amo a ambos por igual como no tienen idea)), hablo MUCHO de mis hiperfijaciones varias y vida en general, a veces hago music rants, escucho ggs y k-solistas femeninas + algun@s artistas western y derivad@s, tuiteo en spanglish involuntariamente, stream, votaciones, etc, silencioso (a veces subo capturas tho), uso modismos de mi país (al igual que otros de latam más generales) y (la gran mayoría del tiempo) tone indicators, manejo caritas y emojis irónica y no irónicamente, me la paso más en mi complain acc, me pongo candado en CASI todas mis cuentas cuando NO ando activa como para interactuar o responder dms !! (so ya le saben, NO me falta responsabilidad afectiva o me hago la rogada, SIMPLEMENTE soy una pelotuda con tdah que no sabe organizar sus horarios y de paso la caga mucho irl inconscientemente kkk so PLZ be gentle w me or either 😭🔪)

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DFi / DNi !! • NO me sigas ni/o interactues sí :

-16/+25, CHRONICALLY ONLINE, basic dfi criteria, edgy a*f (no eres diferente DAS VERGÜENZA date cuenta), anti de mi stan list o temas de interés, llevas demasiado lejos la "kpop over morals" agenda, only castrosa con complejo de comunista , te quejas del racismo pero de igual forma cuando tienes chance por estupideces sin sentido eres racista, te cagas en gente fácil de tirar hate, rebajas mujeres para quedar bien o hacer quedar bien a alguien más, te relacionas con solos intensas (tirando a akgaes) ó que de plano SON akgaes/antis de los demás miembros de bts)), validas fansites saessangs apesar de la mierda que hacen solo por el contenido que proveen, no puedes pasar jodas a largo plazo i N O F E N S I V A S (pls get a life) !!!, te tomas twt MUY enserio, crees amar al jinkook y a yoongi más que yo?¿!!! /j

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BYF !! • pa quienes son tan delusionales por monitos 2d o los cabezones de la edd00chan just like me:

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🟡 dctwt / disventure camp (sub)twt

- SOY JAKE, ALLY y ELLIE DEFENDER (xfa DO NOT ever try to INTERACT si eres de la gente CASTROSA que les tiene TIRRIA a estos 3 personajes y se cagan en ellos SIN ARGUMENTOS VÁLIDOS o solo por existir)

- NO TOLERO d€ad threats contra NINGÚN v.a (overall si en cuestión NO ha hecho NADA MALO)

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🟣 vivziepop's hellaverse (sub)twts

- en todo el Hellaverse mis personajes fav son: Blitz, Queen Beelzebub, Sally May, Fizzarollie, Millie, LUCIFER, Sr. Pentius, Cherry Bomb (SOLO EL PILOTO), Emily, Lute, Adam, Charlie y Husk.

- NO ESTOY DE ACUERDO con el DOBLE STANDARD que maneja la Vivianne Medrano en cuánto a "humor", QUÉ se debe tomar enserio o NO, oÓo,,, sus "FREE OUT OF JAIL CARDS" con ciertos personajes (yk WHOSE si sabes de lo que hablo).

- DETESTO la escritura de ambos shows,,, SOLO SIGO AQUÍ porque AMO el trabajo AUDIOVISUAL que manejan ambas series.

- las Chaggie me parecen una relación Muy blanda para mi propio gusto pero a la vez su dinámica es TERRIBLEMENTE nociva si analizas a profundidad el nivel de DEPENDENCIA y APEGO ANSIOSO que maneja Vaggie.

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🟠 fhstwt / fnafhs (sub)twt

- soy fan de fnafhs NO de eddoo !! aunque igual como artista y por su espíritu de creatividad le sigo guardando una fibra de respeto so no sé,,, tomenlo cómo quieran

- doy fb (fb = follow back) selectivo (incluso si en mi perfíl aparece que sigo a más gente de la que me sigue LMAO (aunque bno igual esto es principalmente porque sigo muchan fanaccs y bots de todos mis intereses conjuntamente so,,, kkk))

- sigo la serie desde 2017 pero recién en 2023 fue que me integré al subtwt de la serie /kkkcrying

- VEO AL FREDEDDY COMO HERMANOS !! (raja de acá si también los ves como hermanos y los shippeas de manera incestuosa 🔪🔪🔪🔪 si shippeas frededdy sin verlos como hermanos sino como 2 individuos que comparten un cuerpo no me molesta (tanto) tho)

- mis otps son bxb <'33 (SÍ SOY BÁSICA Y QUÉ STFU TENGO TRAUMAS SIN RESOLVER Y JAMÁS QUEDARÉ CONTENTA HASTA QUE EL CANON NO MUESTRE BIEN EL POV DEL MECHIMORADO Y LES DEN UN BUEN FINAL A MIS PAPÁS afsksgldfejiffn *stares madly at queerbaitchan*), megloy & maiggie !! pero igual me gustan el resto de dinámicas y ships (non problemáticos) de fhs 🤍 ~

- CREO FIRMEMENTE QUE TODOS LOS PERSONAJES TIENEN SUBTEXTO QUEER (tanto implicito como explícito) y EN LA SUPREMACÍA DE PUPPET TRANSMASC & JOY TRANSFEM !!

- me desaparezco INDEFINIDAMENTE de redes cuando ando a mil con estudios/trabajo e irl stuff, PERO !!! si necesitas hablar al priv (y tenemos el grado de confianza para hacerlo y lo hemos hecho antes) no dudes en hacerlo <3 mi dm siempre estará abierto para tí 🫶

- AMO DE SOBREMANERA ESTUPIDA Y RIDICULAMENTE GRANDE A BONNIE, por ende mi brainriot fnafhsero el 75% de las veces gira en torno a él.

[(no encontré ni UN solo gif de bonnie (el cabezón mechimorao) by his own (estoy llorando) so nada tocó con la chocopandilla ✌️ (igual y los toys siguen siendo mis ults pero bno it's ok at least con ellos mi scrunkly tiene amigibis así que still 👍))]

DFi / DNi !! • NO me sigas ni/o interactues sí :

× eres pro-vida

× crees amar a mis pixiults más que yo ?¿!/(#+_®°{¥π×√×€ /hj

× ERES MENOR DE 16 AÑOS o mayor de 25 (no subo nada nsfw solo no quiero ser guardería ni personal de un geriátrico /j | si somos moots está bien tho)

× no sabes respetar pronombres que vayan más allá de los cis-normativos !!

× APOYAS ZIONISMO (directa o indirectamente)

× NO SABES CÓMO INTERACTUAR CON MENORES DE MANERA NORMAL!!! (si eres así OJALÁ y te pongan una ORDEN DE RESTRICCIÓN para que no te vuelvas a acercar a alguno NUNCA MÁS)

× CONSUMES / COMPARTES o ESCRIBES R@P£ FICS (xfavor ANDATE A CAGAR y MEDICATE enfermitx de M!ERD4)

× usas: "feminista" o te refieres al feminismo de manera peyorativa junto a otros términos que escuchaste hablar de moda sin saber bien que eran y nunca te informaste sobre ello pero igual los sigues usando para hacerte ver "interesante"

× eres radfem e INVALIDAS MUJERES u HOMBRES TRANS (si eres terf sigue a Jk Rowling NO A MÍ, incluso si simpatizo con el feminismo y varias de sus ramas NO TOLERO/soporto/apoyo/etc este tipo de vainas)

× apoyas creadores de contenido (youtubers, artistas, voice actors, etc) abiertamente problemáticos :]

× eres proshipper (shippeas cosas por las cuales deberías estar TRAS LAS REJAS: incesto, abusador x víctima, PEDOFILIA, etc)

× peleas por ships (que OBJETIVAMENTE NO son algo NOCIVO de ver)

× IRRESPETAS GUSTOS AJENOS (que NO son algo ILEGAL) esperando que no te digan nada por ello

× se te suben los humos por tener algo de microfama en un subtwt :D (independiente a cuál de estos pertenezcas)

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• NOTE » para dejar de seguir DA sb (sb = SOFT BLOCK) que no eres un biti o alguna de mis k-girlie girls pa yo ser fan :]

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STAN LIST ~ ♪

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- ults: #방탄소년단 : BTS (OT7)

- stan : #샤이니: 5HINee (OT5)

#아도라 : ADORA (SOLOIST)

- support :

iu . txt . twice . shuya . soffee . izykite . jiae . som hevin . byeol eun . belle . ive . zb1 (SK)

the driver era, sabrina carpenter (USA)

after the rain (JPN)

- regulars :

seori . suran . heize . stella jang . saay . (g)i-dle . youha . jo yuri . kwon eunbi . rosé . taeyeon . astro . bibi . fromis_9 . loona . stayc . billie . mamamoo (+soloists) . red velvet . enhypen . kiof . nmixx . kenshi yonezu . eve . back number . the oral cigarettes . one ok rock . urashimasakazen . amatsuki . ado . aurora .

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thanks for reading 💬

bye ~

[seewetter]

Ooh, gnome lore!

This actually is a very interesting topic, because gnomes tie right into the heart of how we classify beings for the purposes of fantasy worlds.

A lot of modern fantasy tends to classify fantastical creatures the same way we classify regular creatures: into species based on how related they are to each other. That scientific classification dates back to the 1700s, when Carlus Linnaeus (who is himself not easily classifiable by name) wanted to give each animal and plant an exact species.

But gnomes are beings of folktales. These tales report of things that are uncanny, rarely witnessed and outside the realm of everyday experience. By their very nature, all the different supernatural creatures therefore have a tendency to just “bleed together”. For example, the word “elf” or “fairy” can be applied to almost all the “little folk” as an umbrella term. The same is true for the Scandinavian term “troll”. The word “wight” originally just meant “person” or “guy”. And “jinn” is used in Islamic cultures to classify just about any being that is neither man nor beast, neither angel nor demon. In short, these creatures could be regarded as “spirits”.

Many of the specific terms people are familiar if they start researching the folklore of the world are actually just local terms from the dialects and languages around the world. “Folet” is really just the French “elf”, while “folleti” is simply the Italian variant.

Creatures from legends also “morph” over time. Sirens in Ancient Greek myths are minute creatures the size of your palm with the bodies of birds who sing you to your doom in beautiful voices. Modern readers don’t know about how tiny sirens were meant to be and imagine them as human-sized. What modern readers also overlook is that in medieval and renaissance times, people constantly claimed to be seeing sirens: women with the bodies of fish, who gazed into mirrors and combed their hair.

I want to take a little detour away from the gnomes just to illustrate our modern misunderstanding:

Carlus Linnaeus and his scientific tradition have strongly influenced modern readers and so people today are always looking for the “reality behind the myth” by which they mean the scientific reality. They are trying to scientifically capture what sirens *actually are* and start classifying the beings described in the stories. “Medieval sirens aren’t *really* sirens”, some 21st century fairy believers might say, “those are actually sightings of mermaids”. Similarly, many modern secular thinkers try to classify the mythical creature until only a real creature or phenomenon was left. Stories about will-o-the-whisps, so early Enlightenment thinkers argued, are really the result of bandits lighting swamp fires. Herodotus, the Roman writer must have meant rhinos when writing about unicorns. He must have meant king cobras when writing about basilisks. Sometimes this insight can be quite neat: winged serpents were likely misunderstood but honest travel accounts of both locust swarms in Ethiopia and anhingas (the proverbial snake-bird). That’s neat, but in ancient and medieval times people did not assume they lived in a world with distant lands full of locusts or anhingas, but distant lands with winged serpents. Their warriors didn’t die to large-toothed plant eating hippos that had been disturbed, but to the horrendous carnivore odontotyrannus. The world they inhabited was just as knowable and just as strange as ours, but mass media didn’t trivialize misunderstandings of the world...you couldn’t just watch hippo videos on YouTube. The gap between ignorance and education might have sometimes been smaller when it came to those things that are strange about the world.

So, gnomes:

Gnomes don’t appear in any ancient legends or myths by name. Instead, they are the result of an attempt to classify the fairy world 100 years before Carlus Linnaeus would take a shot at it (published in this book by Paracelsus in 1566).

The alchemist Paracelsus was an avid collector of folktales and fairy stories. He began to notice that although the fairy folk were quite diverse, he could perceive a correspondence between the 4 elements (fire, earth, water, air) and these stories.

He called fairies that lived in the mountains gnomes and argued that they must be a species, since they are so often small in size and often involved in mining the ore below ground.

He called the fairies from sailor’s yarns “undines”, given the large resemblance between the femme fatales of the sea.

He called the majority of fairies that fly through the air on wings “sylphs” and he assumed that “salamander” might be a good name for the creatures of flame.

This teaches us a bunch, right?

dwarves live underground, a “dwarf” has been synonymous with small size and dwarves resemble miners. So dwarves are (a type of?) gnomish creatures.

why would miners, working in small mine shafts that you can’t properly stand in assume that the spirits of the mountain that visit them in their shafts are small in size? Why did they not assume that gnomes were as tall as the Chrysler building while visiting the miners in their tiny mine shafts? Truly a mystery! No one will ever solve that! I certainly have no idea! We will never know!

Basically, I think an alchemist dealing with 4 elements was like a hammer to whom fairy creatures looked like a nail. So Paracelsus the alchemist alchemically subdivided fairy stories into fire, earth, water and air. The fact that dwarf stories always tell of “little guys” while mermaids often have fish bodies (it’s just easier if they have fish bodies so that they can swim in the sea, you know. Easier than having them be as human looking as a regular forest elf or whatever).

I think he kind of assumed that he was dealing with a natural feature of a real being. And thus, the gnome was born.

Paracelsus argued these beings are “elementals” (that’s where that fantasy term comes from) and argued that they are beings created without souls. Now why did he do that? Why are gnomes and undines considered soul-less?

Well, in the medieval Christian world, the word human had a much broader definition than today. Medieval maps painted human “monsters” at the edges of the world: one Christian saint (Saint Christopher) was said to have the face of a dog and hail from an foreign civilization of canine folk.

To a medieval Christian, lizardfolk or birdfolk or feline races of fantasy worlds would just be humans, descended from Adam and Eve, somehow.

Theologians like Augustine of Hippo argued that if these creatures were not humans, the only other option was that they were beasts and their human-like speech exaggerated.

For reasons I don’t have time to get into, religions like Christianity divide the cosmos into good and evil and don’t deal well with the idea of grey areas. So although crane men (as seen in the image above) could be seen as human and integrated into the “grey area” of humanity, beings with supernatural powers were a different story. Although the New Testament mentions spirits that are neither angels nor demons and neither good nor evil, medieval Christians were very dualist and did not reference such spirits. Instead, supernatural beings must be either good or evil. Dragons are either good (some interpretations of the Leviathan) or evil (the Beast of Revelations or the dragon George slew) or they must be mere beasts (like certain dragons in Arthurian legends that get tamed and held as pets).

This meant that ordinary people’s stories of meetings with little mountain fellows who granted wishes or punished foul deeds with curses were...at odds with this good-evil binary.

Paracelsus, by arguing that some spirit/fairy/dwarf stories were actually about beings that had no souls was able to put these stories into a new context. No longer did dwarves or leprechauns call into question the binary between good angels and evil demons. Now they were a lesser creation, a side project, soulless persons who were irrelevant to the larger cosmic battle of heaven vs hell but also more interesting than just “humans abroad who look reaalll different but have no special powers”. He could popularize the aspect of spirits most frowned upon (that they ARE magic, that they are magical from birth, that they aren’t like...crane men who learned black arts from the devil or miracles from god but are actually weird beings that just do magic because it is in their element.)

That inspired lots of people. The Rosicrucians were a religious movement that I almost want to call “New Age, but like 300-400 years ago” who tried to marry gnomes (and undines and salamanders...) in order to give them souls.

And the whole idea of these beings was fascinating, drew the attention of 19th century Romantic writers...who are, lets be frank, writing fantasy fiction before Tolkien codified the concept.

So by the time we get to the official birth of the fantasy genre, there are operas about gnomes, paintings of gnomes and lawn and garden gnome statuettes. The line between gnome and dwarf could never be drawn (since gnome is an umbrella term or synonym for dwarf) and then, possibly with D&D, gnomes found their way into “official” contemporary fantasy as separate beings from dwarves. And since Carlus Linnaeus had done his work, these two beings were kept completely apart, like two separate species. 

When D&D included gnomes, they had already included halflings and dwarves. Gary Gygax, one of the two creators of D&D, wanted all non-humans to be rare. He wanted players of D&D to experience the world through the eyes of  a human. So back then, since the hobby was quite new, the idea was that the game rules would disincentivize players to make dwarves or hobbits (which halflings were called until the Tolkien Estate sued).

The result was a rule set that insisted that although dwarf wizards existed, you couldn’t play one. Dwarves had to be warriors and with the creation of AD&D, the rules became that “dwarf” was a (magicless) class.

Absurdly, gnomes became magic-users to enable people to play “small guy, but with magic”. That became their niche. The D&D spin-off novels (Dragonlance) codified gnomes as tinkerers and engineers and when TSR (the company that made D&D) decided they would sue various smaller companies that were making supplemental material for them this prompted their British distribution company to form Games Workshop and make a wargame similar to, but different from D&D that could be argued in court to not be D&D. It was called Warhammer and it kept engineering and mechanically savvy gnomes.

Then a company called Blizzard got a license to make a Warhammer game and then lost the license...and used the already made 3D models to populate their game, which they called Warcraft. This meant that gnomes now existed as (A) a basic playable race in D&D (B) a basic playable race in Warhammer and (C) a basic playable race in Blizzard’s World of Warcraft.

The End.

NO wait, wait, wait.

The point is gnomes don’t have a fixed identity. Their presence all across major franchises has to do more with weird early game design in the 70s and legal decisions than with any enduring popularity.

A gnome can be anything. Aren’t the goblins in the 80s movie Labyrinth a bit like “gnomes”? Or maybe we could call them gremlins or pixies. Like if someone saw one of those and said “ugh, what’s that gnome?” would you necessarily correct them? You might not.

Gnomes could be the giants beneath the earth or the earth elemental that beats you to a pulp in D&D. They can be straight-up dwarven miners. Their exact nature and characteristics have never been straightforward and you have countless historical sources to draw from to create your own gnomes or widen your expectations about what they might be.

Thanks for reading.

[13xwishes]

Is Yusuke too late for a kiss?

Inbox Kisses Meme || Accepting

For @thuganomxcs || Gigi ( 2/3) (3/6) || Eclipsed!Verse

[ Perfectly Shady ]: You're on your own! Try not to cause any trouble while I'm gone. [ Sugar Sun ]: Shouldn't that be my line? Behave yourself with Valentine.

Gigi shook their head in content, knowing Whisp was in good hands with Valentine. They were all the more happy to spend the day with Yusuke. This time, the genie wanted to give the demon manster a good tour around Salem and explore. They didn't bother too much at the Maul except for the food court. Gigi had a feeling Yusuke wasn't the shopping type, even though the majority of their friends were. They settled for more subtle spots like the local fang out spots, some pubs, the park.

Gigi did note Yusuke LOVED the arcade and it sparked their competitive side. After three hours playing, Gigi decided to take him to one last spot which was their personal favorite: the pier.

So here they were leaning on the wooden rail as the sun began to set, exchanging small talk. Gigi admitting they really feel comfortable and loved hanging out with Yusuke, that it made them feel good enough to be their own monster... and not just joined.

A small silence in between as the small nerves grew in Gigi, the question on their mind they've been wanting to ask all day finally voiced out loud.

       ❝ Yusuke... do you... I mean... do you like- ❞

They lifted their head to face him only for them to be caught in time. Gigi felt Yusuke gently grasp her chin before pulling their face close and kissed them

A brief but warm kiss.

They pulled away at the same time. Gigi blinked, taking in the moment as they swore Yusuke said something about them hating the kiss. They took his hand and shook their head with a smile.

       ❝ It's okay. We.... I liked it. ❞

[your-local-whisp]

Dear Diary, I have been ignoring you.

Seriously tho I’ve been doing absolutely nothing other than moving. School has already started, I’m on my second week. So there will be very little talk of blue and the others(Very sad they will be missed). But anyways story time, so if it isn’t obvious or if I haven’t said it yet I’m gay. I’m panromantic and honestly it kinda sucks in the way i feel i can never find someone to be with romantically which i know “Whisp you can like anyone, just pick one and go with it”. Well i tried with two others and that got nowhere cause they were all straight as hell but that’s ok.

So you know the saying “Never say never”? Yeah well two days ago i tested fate because holy fluff am i desperate.

Anyways it worked.

I have a lunch date with this person. I am very excited for said date with said person. I’m anxious by design so I’ve quite literally made a list of questions to loosely follow to ask them so we can get to know each other. I hope it goes well and will lead to something more than just a few dates but it’s ok if it doesn’t. Wish me luck Diary I’m gonna need it

Sincerely,

Your local Whisp

[akapendragon]

Today I was in a florist, and an old man was getting directions to a local funeral home from my grandmother. He repeated the directions back, took a short breath and said " I'm sorry, I lost my wife after forty years today, she died right in my arms at the hospital." It hit me, but I was already in so much of my own pain thinking of you, that I found myself thinking, "there is someone who shares in my grief" That isn't fair of me to say, it's an incomparable situation, ten times as many years as we had together and at least I can still see you. I still catch whisps of your perfume when I get one of the few hugs I'm left with. Still hear your voice when you call me. I know you are still here and yet, my grief feels little different from the pain in that old man's eyes.

[vapor95fangirl]

I honestly LOVE the variations of the pastel colors, the attention to detail and the ACNH characters in this super adorable GIF!!!! You got your cute little character you play as in the game and then you also got Vita, Celeste, Lily and even Whisp the Ghost!!!! Animal Crossing Pocket Camp.was my first ever Animal Crossing game. I was sitting in the living room one day and I was like "hmmmm. I wonder if there is an Animal Crossing Game on Android. And lowel and behold, what did I find? Animal Crossing: Pocket Camp🏕. After I had downloaded it, linked the game to my Nintendo Account and I started playing it. And after 30 minutes of playing, I was like "oh-ho ho ho. Me likey. Me likey A LOT" And then when 2020 rolled around and the whole world turned to literal 💩, And I was watching my favorite YouTube content creators named Stephen and Mallory Georg (a YouTube married couple that now lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, but used to live in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.) And they were watching the 2020 Nintendo Direct, Nintendo had announced that they will be releasing a Special Edition Animal Crossing Nintendo Switch and Animal Crossing New Horizons. But it wasn't until a year later (2021) My parents got me the Special Edition Animal Crossing Nintendo Switch and my dad and I oicked it up at the Temecula Walmart. Because our local 2 minute away Walmart is literal 💩. So since the Temecula Walmart Pick-Up Service was also 💩 and got our order wrong, not once, but TWICE, we had to go inside the store ourselves and get our stuff. And what it was that my dad ordered was MY Specual Edition Animal Crossing New Horizons Nintendo Switch. So we went to the Electronic Section of the store and my dad also got me a copy of New Horizons!!!! It was literally an amazing day for me that day l, despite the 2 Walmart issues!!!!😅😅😅😅 Much 💚💙 to the creator of this amazingly adorable ACNH GIF💙💚

island life on a cool summer night 🌕✨

[singularattitudeofasafetypin]

Meet Me in the Pouring Rain

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Summary: Hawkins has had a heatwave for weeks on end, when it finally rains, Eddie and reader dance in the storm.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none.

A/N: I think this is a drabble? I'm not actually sure what constitutes one but it's fairly short and there's little to no plot. Also, if you squint, I was vaguely influenced by this scene from The West Wing. Idk I just really like thunderstorms and got this idea in my head, so I wrote it! I hope you enjoy!

Please don't copy my work!

The sun beat down on Hawkins. Exhausted residents cowered in their homes; windows flung open in a futile attempt to cool them down. The streets were deserted, shops closed early, not a single car on the roads, even the local pool was all but empty. After almost a month of muggy, baking heat, no one had any energy for anything!

It could have been a ghost town.

Nowhere was safe from the merciless temperatures. Far away on the outskirts of town, the dilapidated trailer park wasn’t much different. The earth was parched and cracked and the grass was a sickly straw colour.

While everyone else could take refuge inside, Eddie’s trailer trapped heat like a furnace. The two of you lay sprawled in the meagre shade of the picnic shelter on either side of the bench. Eyes closed, not talking, your fingertips brushing.

Eddie had finally shed his leather jacket, a sure sign the scorch was unbearable. He was clad only in a light t-shirt and ripped jeans, hair pushed off his neck and falling over the side of the bench. Both of you had kicked off your shoes long ago hoping it would lend relief but nothing seemed to. There was only heavy, humid heat.

Conversation forgotten; your brains were soup. ‘It’s too hot,’ and ‘When, please, when will it end,’ were the only thoughts you could form.

At least you were going to suffocate together. You stroked your fingers against the back of Eddie’s hand and pictured the small smile that graced his lips. He groaned softly, which you took to mean either, ‘I love you,’ or ‘Make it stop!’ You went with the former.

People always said Hell was coming to Hawkins and if the temperature was anything to go by, you believed them. What you wouldn't give for even a breeze!

In that moment, or perhaps it was centuries later, something changed. You couldn’t exactly explain it. A feeling? A buzz in the air? A taste in the back of your mouth? You sat bolt upright.

‘Eddie?’

He groaned again. ‘Eddie, it’s going to rain!’

‘No, it’s not!’ he slurred, shifting to get comfortable, ‘They’ve been saying that for weeks! It’s a cold-hearted lie!’

‘I’m serious!’ the feeling had filled you with a new sense of vigour. You climbed over the table and him and started wandering about, staring at the sky with your hands outstretched

‘Come back!’ he complained, ‘I want to die in this sweltering wasteland together!’

‘I can sense it!’ you insisted.

Eddie squinted at the sky, there was maybe one cloud, two if you counted that weird pale whisp of nothing! ‘You’re delusional!’ he retorted; you paid him no heed. ‘At least put your shoes back on! You’re gonna get glass in your feet or something!’ he tossed your sandals in your direction, covering his eyes with his arm and turning over.

‘Come on! Come on!’ you muttered, ‘Ha! I felt it!’

‘It’s a mirage!’ he teased half-heartedly.

‘Come on!’ you went on.

‘Lie back down!’

‘Any second…’

He grumbled your name.

‘Now!’

A crash of thunder split the silence and the sky opened. Eddie nearly fell off the bench, spinning to see your wet grinning face.

‘Woah! What else can you do?’ he scrambled to his feet.

‘I didn’t even know I could do that!’ you giggled at your hands as though they held magical power.

Cool, refreshing rain hammered down on you, splattering when it hit your skin. ‘Come on!’ The two of you scrambled to put your shoes on and raced out into the downpour.

Rolling grey clouds had materialised from nowhere, darkening the landscape; it felt like a whole ocean was falling on the dry, brittle town. You ran through the shower, feet splashing, laughing at the top of your lungs. The scent of petrichor filled your nose. You were wet through in seconds and Eddie wasn’t far behind. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his shirt clinging to his chest. He was laughing too.

An especially loud crack of thunder made you scream, then convulse into a fit of giggles. Eddie caught up to you, grabbing you from behind and spinning you around to shrieks of delight. You were flying, drunk on excitement.

He set you down and pulled you round to face him. Nose to nose, water streamed down your faces. Staring into each-other’s eyes, he cupped your cheeks in both hands and kissed you. It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed Eddie by any stretch, but every time managed to feel different. This one was invigorating, full of relief after so long being forced apart by the heat. It felt just like a movie. Everything was right again, the earth quenched and your love replenished.

The wind began to pick up, tossing spray into your eyes while you danced and jumped in puddles like little children. He kissed you again and again between euphoric giggles.

You were drenched to the bone when a brilliant flash of lightning split the sky. You yelped in surprise and Eddie grabbed your hand, dragging you, still laughing, inside.

He shut the door but the rainstorm drummed on the roof of the trailer so hard it might have broken through. Though the wind rushed and whipped the fragile walls, making the battered trailer creak and groan under the buffet, you never doubted your safety.

Leading you down the hall Eddie pulled open a draw, handing you some dry clothes and starting to change himself. You pulled on his warm, dry t-shirt breathing in its comforting smell. You took turns squeezing your water-logged hair over his bathroom sink, drying it carefully with a towel. Eddie pulled you into bed, finally able to wrap you in his arms and sleep soundly.

The window was cracked keeping the rain out but letting in the fresh, rejuvenating air in. You closed your eyes, Eddie’s warmth a comforting embrace. Raindrops plinked over the roof, gurgled along the ground, and dripped off of ledges, soothing and guiding you to sleep. Thunder rumbled a million miles away and lightning still flashed but you snuggled into Eddie’s chest, safe and sound from the storm.

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Thank you so much for reading! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! I really hope you enjoyed it!

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[spookyspecterino]

The Slaughter of a Lamb

Chapter One: Nasty Business

Tangerine x !F Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

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(Rated by individual chapter; later chapters will include smut & graphic violence)

SFW; Dark themes; mentions of blood & death, slow-burn, POV switch, language

When a horrendous act is committed against the boss of a powerful mob, all eyes turn to the contract that promises 10 million for the target's death; bring them in alive, and the pay-out jumps to 25 million. Everyone wants a slice.

A/N: YOO, I am so EXCITED to bring you the first chapter of this slow-burn series! This first chapter is a little shorter to establish a sense of the setting and story. My goal is to create a world where tons of things are already going on and our boys are thrown into the middle of it.

And please mind the warnings, this contains very dark subject matter. I'm not including specifics in the up top warnings because the story will lose it's effect if you're expecting it.

So! The schedule right now is going to be uploading a chapter once a week, expect them to be posted around Friday. In the time between uploads I will work on other things like requests/one-shots to fill the space (unless work decides to sucker punch me in the gut, which it very well might).

(Other notes: I left the city description vague on purpose. To me, it's a mixture of big cities I've lived in before, so that I can write to what I know, but you can imagine it however you want! All you need to know is that our fruit fellas have been living there long enough to call it home and know it really well.)

The air in the city can burn your lungs if you’re not used to it. Car fumes, dust, smoke, trash; the smell of people living in close proximity. Outsiders and tourists cough, wheeze—cover their faces with masks. One can always tell who isn’t from the city by watching how they breathe; the way their noses scrunch up or their faces twist in reaction to the acrid air.

Locals don’t notice a thing; their lungs are stronger, more resistant to the bite of noxious gasses that clog the streets and alleyways between tall buildings. They move through the smog like it’s a part of them. In a way, it is.

On the outskirts of the city, where the wealthy can afford to have their space, the fog and haze barely reach. Gardens and plant life filter it out, the breeze whisps it away. No fumes permeate their homes. They sleep easy at night; many windows are left open, especially on cool summer evenings.

Crickets chirp, gentle wind rustles leaves. At one manor, the quiet footsteps of armed guards on their night rounds join the peaceful ambience. If they turned to look, they could see the city in the distance. Smog, illuminated by artificial light, shrouds the area. But they never once turn to look.

This is the last quiet moment of their night.

The crickets stop first, internal instincts tell them to hide, to run. While the guards don’t have the same internal sense as the crickets, the sudden quiet sends an alert to somewhere in the back of their animal brains. One guard, more perceptive than the others, stops and looks around. He’s about to say something, to break the heavy silence, when a wailing does it first.

Thin and long, the sound drifts down from the top room of the manor. The guards have just enough time to look up toward the open window before the thin wailing turns to shrieking cries. It rises and falls in pitch, steadily getting louder until it drowns everything else out. The gaps in between the wails, when the owner fills her lungs with great rattling gulps of air, are just as unsettling.

In the gaps of silence, other noises return. Shouting from guards, sprinting footsteps, slamming doors. Then the shrieking drowns it all out again. It continues like this, even after every light in the manor is turned on and every guard is carrying a gun; searching the grounds. They’re always accompanied by the sounds of wailing cries.

Until, in one space between wails—when her lungs are filled with another rattling breath, something shifts. And the shrieking cries turn into howling roars.

. . .

“Oh, fuck me.”

Lemon looks up from his sandwich with an unamused expression. “Hm? What, what is it?”

He eyes Tangerine, who has been looking at his phone for the past 10 minutes and completely ignoring his lunch. Which was a shame; the restaurant was a lovely little place—away from tourists, and it had some of Lemon’s favorite food in the entire city.

Tangerine was too busy looking down at the screen to notice his brother’s disdain. “Have you seen this?”

Lemon takes a chip from Tangerine’s otherwise untouched plate. “Seen what?”

“This fucking contract from the Vati Family!”

Lemon purses his lips, thinking for a moment. “That name sounds familiar, but no. No clue about any contract, mate.”

Tangerine rolls his eyes. “It should be familiar—their boss owns most of the city.”

“What’s the boss’s name?”

“Victoria Vati—but everybody calls her Mother Vati.”

Lemon makes a face. “Why the fuck would they call her that?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know Lemon—”

“—she going for some kind of Godfather vibe—or would it be Godmother…?”

Tangerine sighs heavily, not bothering to dignify that with a response. Instead, he brings the phone up to the table and pushes his lunch out of the way. Flipping the screen around and placing it in front of Lemon, he watches as his brother’s expression changes to surprise.

Around them, people eat and talk quietly at small tables, enjoying the summer day; the restaurant porch is cast in a pleasant shade by the thin roof. Cars drive past in the light traffic as the city goes about its afternoon.

“Holy fucking shit.”

“Yeah.” Tangerine agrees with a meaningful look.

Lemon sits back in his chair. “10 million?”

Tangerine’s finger taps the edge of the phone, emphasizing, “25 million for bringing the target in alive.”

“25 million...” Lemon echoes, eyes drifting as he imagines what they would do with that much money.

There’s a beat of silence as Tangerine looks back down at the screen. “Must be bloody dangerous if the price jump is that high…”

Lemon agrees with a hum, popping another chip into his mouth. “Must be. That might also explain why the most powerful woman in the city is hiring help instead of getting her own crew to handle it…”

Tangerine slaps his brother’s hand away from his plate as he picks his phone back up. “Let’s give Momo a call and see what she knows.”

She answers on the first ring, her voice sounds tired, but otherwise cheery. “Ah, hello boys! How are you today?”

“Hi Momo!” Lemon calls happily into the phone that Tangerine holds in between them, now sitting beside his brother at the table.

Momo’s response brightens considerably. “Hi Honey!”

Tangerine makes a small face, foregoing the pleasant greetings. Not that he doesn’t enjoy talking to Momo, but if you got her started on the wrong thing you’d be there all day. “Momo, we’re calling to ask if you know about a contract that just popped up.”

There was a concerned hum. “Let me take a guess…The Vati contract? It’s got everyone up in a tizzy.”

“That’s the one Momo, what’ve you got?”

There’s the sound of rustling papers on her end, she clicks her tongue a few times. “I’ve been hearing about it all morning. It’s a terrible business that—well, not for us, but for the Vati Family. Real horrid stuff. It all happened last night too—and in the middle of the busy season; yes, this is bad news indeed.”

Tangerine flexes his jaw a few times, wishing she would get to the point. She had a tendency to gossip when there was drama involved. Lemon on the other hand was listening intently, he was always captivated by the way Momo laid out contract info—which figured; he’d listen to her all day, but wouldn’t touch a brief to save his life.

Through the speaker, Momo’s voice held a note of sympathy. “The Vati Family is so proud—I was shocked to see they were putting out a contract like this, and for so much money. Usually, they turn their noses up at the idea of working with others; they always go on and on about how their own people can handle anything—"

Tangerine sighs, unable to stop himself any longer. “Momo, would you please? We’d prefer to get the ball rolling on this.”

“Alright, alright. Last night, Mother Vati’s child—a little girl around four years old, was murdered.”

“Jesus…” Lemon mutters, glancing at Tangerine’s darkening expression.

“It gets worse.” The sound of Momo’s shuffling on the other end almost obscures her words, it may have been better that way. “The poor thing was mangled, all bloody and torn up. They found Mother Vati holding the body—had to pry it out of her hands. The woman is frantic to find the person responsible, which explains the high reward; she’s throwing everything she has at this.”

Tangerine’s voice was hard. “Do we have a target or is she expecting us to do the detective work as well?”

“Listen, I’m sorry to disappoint you boys, but the nitty-gritty details are being withheld on account of this being open-sourced and pending release.”

“You’re joking—It’s open-sourced? With that much money?” Lemon asked, brow furrowing deep.

Tangerine shared his brother’s sentiment. Open-sourced contracts were a fucking nightmare; anyone could enter themselves into the bid, and when the contract was officially opened, it always turned into a race of who could get the job done first. It meant shoddy work, mistakes, contractors going up against contractors—and for this much money, it would bring everyone out of the woodwork.

Their city was about to become a playground for killers.

“A source of mine says the target may be one of her Lieutenants—ah, former Lieutenant, been missing since yesterday—see the coincidence? Been in the family for well over two decades. Nobody knows why this happened, and to a kid no less.” There’s a heavy, tired sigh from Momo. “If you want more information, you’re gonna have to enter your names in the bid. That’s all I’ve got. The lids on tight for this one, and the rumors are flying. Top theory is the whole thing was a botched kidnapping.”

Tangerine released a heavy breath, wishing nothing more than to stop talking about it. “Alright Momo, thanks. We’ll let you know what we do.”

“Stay safe boys, this city is about to get really busy—and if you do bid on the contract, tread carefully. The whole thing reeks.”

The line closed with a click, leaving Tangerine and Lemon sitting silently. The atmosphere around them had considerably darkened after that. The food was no longer appetizing.

Lemon’s quiet voice could barely be heard above the sound of traffic on the road. “Well, what do you think?”

Tangerine’s jaw moved from side to side as he considered the situation carefully. “It’d be dangerous.”

“It always is, but this is our city. We'd have a good chance at finding the target, no one would know the streets better than us.”

“That’s a fair point, Lemon… You know, I would feel considerably better about doing this job if we didn’t have to worry about escorting a crazy killer." Tangerine's eyes met his brother's. "I think I could live with 10 million.”

“You're right, Tangerine. 10 millions’ a lot of money.”

“And sure, Mother Vati might be a little upset that she won’t be able to get her revenge—”

“­—but we’d still bring her back a head. We’re bloody professionals after all.”

“We'll just shoot first—”

“—and ask questions later.”

As the twins set about entering themselves into the Vati Family bid, rain started to fall from the graying skies; hitting the thin roof above them and the windshields of passing cars in a steadily increasing patter—cutting through the smog and haze of the busy city streets.

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Running From You

A copycat killer is on the loose, ruining your perfectly crafted and intricate murders. Will you be able to tiptoe around it without the handsome detective working on your case finding you? Will you be able to confront the harsh reality of your crimes and your own mind?

A/N: Written for @cyancherub 's Wheel of Misfortune Collab

Dynamic: Detective/ copycat killer sukuna x serial killer reader

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Minors do not interact, graphic imagery, mentions of smoking, paranoia, death, cadaver descriptions, abduction, mentions of historical serial killers, cussing, psychological manipulation, smut, begging, riding, missionary, fantasizing (m), masterbation (m), oral (f receiving), light praising, degradation, orgasm denial, teasing, kind of sacrilege not really…?

“Another body” Sukuna mused, lighting his cigarette, the cold dry air hitting his face, while the smoke rasped at his throat. “The same intricate pattern too…”

The body was of a man, who seemed to be in his early thirties. His unruly hair was coated in oxidized blood spread out delicately under his head. The palms of his hands were pressed together, tied in rope, forced into a prayer position. His body looked so peaceful, staring up at the sky. You wouldn’t notice anything wrong until you looked at his mouth, yanked open and tongue pulled out sloppily, drooping to the side as it probably sought a resting position before rigorous mortis set in. The neat incision made down the front of his throat, stopping just superior to his trachea. His larynx carefully opened and the tissue that formed his vocal cords was neatly severed.

“Sir this is a crime scene you shouldn’t be smoking here” one of the new forensic scientists spoke, a camera flash went off as pictures of the body were taken.

“And I’m your boss,” Sukuna said back, raising an eyebrow. “Well, it seems we’re done for the day” he said, stretching his arms behind his back and grunted. No point in staying longer, the killer was already known. This had to be the 7th body they had found in the last 9 months. And his team did not have any evidence leading to the identity of the killer. They were clean, calculating, purposeful, had grace and meaning. And Sukuna would have missed it himself if he hadn’t critiqued the specific pattern of your killing. Tongue and vocal cords mutilated? Hands brought together in prayer, he thought it was more like forgiveness. And forgiveness was his first clue to figuring you out, although he never mentioned forgiveness and continued to let the investigation believe it was prayer. The next step would be finding out who the deceased was seeking forgiveness from, you or god? You didn’t seem sadistic in his eyes though, if you were you would have had a more dramatic ripper style and would have enjoyed stalking and hunting and feasting on your prey. But your design was simple. Simple but not boring.

He had not told his team about his analysis and findings.

He heard his team call out to him, but he was already long gone, the cigarette discarded aimlessly on the ground as he sat in his car, “I definitely love a crazy women” he smirked as he turned the engine on, the hum easing the adrenaline off of him, enough for him to think how he would lure someone so careful out. Would you put up a fight? Or would you calmly sit in the backseat of his car and accept defeat? No, you seemed too creative for either, you deserved a better capture, and he would give you that.

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Cold, it was so cold and it wasn’t even winter yet. The wind seemed to be seeping its way under your coat and wracking your bones. “So fucking cold” you shivered again, your fingers were numb and toes frozen. You quickened your pace entering your local grocery store, questioning how you would even walk home. The warm blast of heated air hit your face, whisping through your air as you let out a final shiver.

“Temperatures set to drop later this evening as well, we’re in for a cold week so bundle up!” you heard the radio, shaking your head grumpily at the news.

“It seems like the Muted Ripper striked again last night, twice in one week, more coverage coming up after this commercial break” What? This didn’t sound familiar, so who could….

“Another body found, this time in a parking lot, throat severed and hands tied together. Was a messy scene according to the detective team” Parking lot? Messy? No, no this was not you, so who could be doing this? Taking your carefully crafted style and sloppily painting the canvas. Claiming your delicate work for their own. And then maring your title with a work as sloppy as this. No, this was not how you’d let this go down.

Hurriedly you bought the hot chocolate mix you came for and ran out the store, your lungs heaving as you ran across the road to your apartment, the dry air inhaled made you cough loudly, but there were more important matters at hand. The rage fueling your body and you angrily yanked the door open to the building and ran up the stairs, the elevator was always a nuisance anyways. You slammed your key card against your door, opening it and walking inside quietly, catching your breath as you set your things down.

Your apartment was quiet and neat, just how you liked it.

You lifted your chair up, putting it down with a soft thud. Your laptop illuminating your face in the dim apartment as your hands searched up the new development. Based on the descriptions, it seemed this copycat was not as careful or skilled as you. Your bodies were left peacefully in parks or forests, laid out presentably, eyes left open and hands in forgiveness. Death should be graceful, not sloppy and embarrassing.

You didn’t know this victim, or what he was like. You went for loud, rude boisterous men. The type who would put others down, always thought they were better than everyone else. It wasn’t fair to those around them, you were doing people a favour. You wished someone like you were around when you were growing up. You were a quiet and meek little girl, always afraid of loud noises and yelling. Hating on the older kids or adults who would do just that, filling the room with their loud voices, banging things, acting like they were superior.

“Why not just get rid of them?”

You clutched the side of your head at the sound of that voice and those careful words, massaging your temples with gentle motions. You were not in the mood to stroll down memory lane right now.

You clicked on a video, one with the handsome detective who was investigating your cases. “We hope to catch the Muted Ripper soon, two bodies in one week is a pile up” How a detective could be this unintelligent was beyond you, that obviously was not your work “We’re doing our best to catch to catch her”

“How do you know it's a her?” the news anchor asked.

The pink haired detective smirked, looking straight at the camera, as if his eyes were boring straight into yours, speaking to you. He licked his lips slowly and you shivered again, “A woman's touch is hard to miss”

So he was intelligent enough to be a detective. Your eyes squinted at your screen as you looked up old archives of newspapers for a skilled copycat. Engrossed in your research, the time ticked away and your eyes ached, head throbbing and mind putting together pieces. Multiple accounts of serial killers with an odd body, just not correctly coinciding with their collections. Going back years ago. There was a reason then for your searching, someone was out there. Watching you carefully. Wanting to be like you. Figuring you out. Conniving and careful. But why? What did they want?

Peace? Craze? Obsession? Just bored? The questions stirred in your mind again as your fingers flexed, working on your keyboard, typing and clicking. Decoding and de-puzzling the strange hidden figure.

So focused on figuring out this little case, your mind thinking of nothing else until you heard a sharp wind hit against your apartment window. Your head snapped and you inhaled sharply. It was getting dark, the sky struggling to hold onto whatever seams of light were left, but even light had no interest in darkness. And was slowly fading. Leaving behind the night and all of its mysteries and macabre.

And then your eyes narrowed at the screen, understanding what was going on. The panic spreading in your chest slowly, prickling your arteries as it makes its way through your body.

Your laptop flashed indicating that the battery was dead. The light emitting from it left, leaving you in darkness.

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His scalpel dripped with blood, dripping over the deceased. His grin wide and sadistic, you truly were creative. He enjoyed this far more than the others. Lucky for him you were being a shy little thing, hiding away in the shadows watching this play out. Even steel deforms under stress. You were just flesh, you’d break and come out. And he would keep up this body count until you wanted to dance with him.

Until then patience would have to contain him.

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Sukuna flashed another sad smile at his team back at the precinct, a third “odd” body was found, but his sly speech convinced everyone it was you. One hand was stuffed in his pocket, playing with his keys as he held himself back.

“Tricky little thing” he rolled his eyes in amusement. His spare hand traced across an old map of a different town a few miles away he had laid out on his desk. His rough fingertips dragged across the paper, finding a certain spot in the sleepy town. His lips tugged down in a frown at the memory of the psychiatrist who owned the clinic where his finger rested. Like himself, the psychiatrist too was otherworldly, cursed if you will. And his craze and manipulativeness was poured into his patients, his therapy was unorthodox put simply.

Sukuna knew a guy who knew another guy who could retrieve old medical records such as these. You were likely a product of therapy gone wrong. He would have thought you were just born this way, and it wasn’t a developmental issue you had if it wasn’t for the slight bit of hesitation he had noticed in the incisions you made on the first few bodies.

You were made to be like this, a psychosocial product of crazed psychological experimentation. The clinic shut down over ten years ago, yet you still continued or perhaps were reawaken. Or became more obvious. Questions, with no answers. Yet. He would just have to ask you face to face.

He smirked at the thought. He had beaten around the bush for far too long. And it was time he finally had you. Nine months he dragged this out, enjoying it. But patience was wearing thin. It was time for action. He turned his computer off for the night and headed towards his car.

It was a simple theory to be honest. But one worth exploring. Worth the trouble.

He scanned through the medical records infront of him, the dim light creating shadows, the papers crinkling as he shuffled through them. Accounts of normal to severe to iatrogenic disorders. A strange doctor with strange methods. But Sukuna wasn't looking for the most manic or impulsive or sociopathic patient, he was looking for a quiet one that had just a little crazy in them. But even out of the ones he had shortlisted they didn't feel right. And it was only in his second shuffle through he came across your picture atop your file. His lips curled upwards, you looked so innocent, so raw, so pure. And yet so cheeky, so divergent, so devient. It would be such a shame if the killer wasn't you. But it was you, he knew it. Call it a gut feeling from all his experience. Or call it his own desire to corrupt you. To take your mind and pick it apart, rearrange it and watch you fester with it. Would you pout? Give in? Beg for mercy? Or would you prevail. And fight it. And turn it into something else for your own benefit.

Or maybe he was underestimating you, thinking you were weak enough to let him do whatever he willed to you.

Were you still the shy and quiet girl these notes said? He wondered if you looked the same as you did in this photo, just older. If you still looked that innocent and naive. If you still looked so corruptible. He let out a groan, shutting his eyes, fist pressed against his tight pants trying to relieve some stress.

His mind filled with ravenous thoughts about you. Thinking about you on his bed with that innocent expression of yours. Waiting for him. Begging for him. Climbing atop him and sinking your pussy onto his throbbing member. His thoughts wild as he imagined you melting onto his cock, your mouth trembling as you moaned his name, your throat on full display for him to reach and just grab and-

It was getting late and he realized, he'd have to get some rest as he planned out his next course of action. He had a face, a suspect and he didn't bother checking if you even lived near the vicinity of the victims. He just knew it had to be you.

What was left to do was break you from afar, bit by bit until he could pick you up and carry you away from the outside world and into his own domain.

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Your legs were aching, but you kept your pace as you walked. You had found yourself out late again, the night washing over the tired day. Every time a car whooshed by your heart would drop into your stomach and it felt like you were puking it out. Just a car (Y/N), just a normal civilian car. You’d repeat to yourself. The likelihood of running into a police car, the likelihood of running into Detective Ryomen Sukuna’s car was near impossible. But that tiny sliver of possibility was enough to fuel your paranoia. Had been for the last few weeks. Never leaving you, it was like a quiet static noise in your head. Useless and a nuisance. Breathe in, breathe out. But you choked on your breath when you heard a second car pass by you. And you resorted to the techniques the malicious psychiatrist had taught you, starting with square breathing. Almost there, you were a block away from your house, your legs stiff and burning, your anaerobic system fueling you as your breathing was almost nonexistent at this point.

The copycat had gotten the better of you, you couldn’t stand to watch someone wreck your work. The essence and care you would put into it. You knew it was a trap, but you couldn’t just sit there and watch. Someone taking a part of you, a part of your identity, and ruining it. So you did what your body propelled you to do, you created another murderous masterpiece out of a troublesome man. Nice clean cuts, beautiful dissections and graceful placement. And like an angry little mouse you stood facing a phantom of a ferocious maine coone.

“Excuse me miss? Do you need a ride home?” your head whipped around and you felt like you were falling, sinking but you grabbed onto the wall beside you in time. Breathe in, breathe out. You weakly looked up and shook your head “No thank you officer” you politely smiled. With a quick wave he drove off. The paranoia twisting in you, it felt as though your heart was being rung out like a cloth, like your blood was replaced with lead and your feet were shackled to boulders. But with a gulp of air and a cry out in panic you bolted. This could be a trap, I’m in a trap you repeated, running, twisting your path, taking a different and longer route home.

What if the cop car was following you?

What if all the cars that drove by had cops in them looking for you?

What if Ryomen Sukuna was in the car behind you? Or in front of you? Holding the scalpel he had used on the others, ready to use on you. To mock you.

Breathe in, breathe out you said, your head getting light headed as you entered a back alleyway to your building. Home, almost home, where you were safe, where he’d need a warrant to touch you.

Breathe in, breathe out, the alleyway was dark, mice running around, perfect place for a crime, for someone to be stabbed and have their life taken out of them. By someone sloppy and mundane. The opposite of you.

Breathe in, breathe out, it felt like you were running for ages, it felt like the detective would pounce at you from the middle of nowhere, murder you like the others, like he had been for thousands of years. How would he do it? Cut you up like the tales? Bludgeoned you? Burn you? Drug you? Choke you? You were overthinking, you’re simply walking running home.

Breathe in, breathe out, when did it get so loud? You could hear yourself struggle with each breath, each heart beat, each time your foot hit the pavement. The sounds hitting against your ear drums, it felt like they might explode any minute.

Breathe in, breathe out, exiting the alleyway and almost to your building, blocking your path stood a tall man, an all too familiar man but your responses were delayed, your mind not processing what you were seeing anymore. Your legs pumping with the last bit creatine and glucose wearing out, it felt like your heart was convulsing, ripping apart and exploding in your chest, your stomach wanting to puke itself out and leave your failing body, your vision turning spotty, the adrenaline hitting you, too much at once, and you fell unconscious at the man’s feet.

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Your head felt heavy, your surroundings distorted but you were too tired and felt too sick to open your eyes. So you left them closed and you let your imagination and unconscious take over, lulling you to sleep. It was so quiet and peaceful. No noise just how you loved it. And just as the final bits of consciousness were leaving you, a bucket of cold ice water was dumped over you, soaking your clothes and freezing your bones, jolting you awake.

Your wide eyes opened from the shock and you came face to face with a man wearing a sadistic grin on his face.

“About time you woke up darling”

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Your instinctive reflexes took action and you kicked him, right across the jaw, flipping his head back, the sickening crack echoed through the room. It was silent for a moment before his low cackling filled the air, followed by manic laughter.

“Again darling, but harder” he laughed, his dislocated jaw seemed to move back in place and you had to blink to make sure you weren’t imagining things. “Oh this?” He asked, placing his cupped hand against his jaw, pushing it out of place and then dropping his hand. You watched it reduce itself without any effort. It seemed the urban legends you read online were true. You were dealing with something inhumane, its anatomy out of your realms of knowledge. And without knowledge you were as good as dead. How his twisted psychology worked, you’d soon find out and by then it’d be too late for you.

“This is a neat trick I picked up” he began, referring to his healed jaw “I’ve used it on others as well, you know, hurting them and healing them, just to hurt them again” he said casually, he moved his hand to grip your shoulder “You seem curious, want to give it a try?” he grinned and you felt his nails grow into claws, scraping against your shoulder “Or maybe…” he let go of your shoulder after he was satisfied with the fear that had conjured up on your face “We could try with your next victim hm? You’d enjoy that wouldn’t you? Mutilating an innocent man to the point that his corpse can’t even pray to God.”

You shook your head weakly “I have the right to an attorney” refusing to admit to your murders, pushing aside the game you thought he was playing.

“I’m not interested in justice dear (Y/N)” he smirked, leaving you confused. If he hadn’t brought you here for a confession or to murder you, what did he want from you? You weren’t a sadist yourself and had rarely met true sadists so you couldn’t profile him and figure out his motives.

“So this is how you’ve been keeping yourself busy for the last few centuries, terrorizing girls” you spoke boldly. Earning a loud cackle in response, his head thrown back in laughter, not restraining himself as the sounds echoed and bounced off the walls of the room. If it wasn’t for the fear that had paralyzed you, you’d be shaking and squirming about now. His laughter seized and he looked at you again, bringing a hand under your chin and gripping it, pulling you forward.

“Mmmm and you seem like the one I would have fun with the most. Never met a girl as stupid as you” he mused, licking his lips as he studied your body, taking in your brave facade, the way your hands were neatly placed to your sides and your legs separated. “You’re already wet for me, how cute” he said pressing his knee against your cunt, the friction of your pants rubbing against your sensitive spot made you whimper something between a moan and whine. Loud enough for him to hear, pleasant enough for all the trouble he went through to have you here. But the realization left you horrified for getting turned on in such a dire situation.

You shut your eyes tightly to avoid his scrutiny and turned your head away. “Don’t be so frightened I’m in a great mood right now… In fact...” he paused, noticing your discomfort, urging him to bring himself closer. His tongue licked up your neck and stopped at your ear and he whispered “Make it to my throne room, and I’ll let you out of my castle- my domain- alive” biting your ear gently.

Finally he stood up, letting you catch your breath. “Until then (Y/N)” he spoke in a more serious tone, vanishing as you blinked your eyes.

What the...you thought shaking your head, the adrenaline in you subsiding. A new fear blossoming its way through your chest and branching through your arteries, prickling at your capillaries. What was in the castle? He wouldn’t have granted your freedom so easily. Were there more urban legends like him? More terrifying beasts that could rip you apart?

It seemed now you were the one with many questions but few answers. And like him, you would have to do your own detective work. So you hesitantly stood up from the wooden chair you were seated in, the warmth leaving you and you shivered from the cold air that hit your wet clothes and from the heat growing in your core. “One way to find out” you gulped and shakily made your way out of the room and down the dim hallway.

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The winding halls of the castle were driving you mad. You’d walk down one hall and end up at the same hall you started from, to the beginning of your escape. You’d open doors leading to brick walls. Windows staring down into bottomless wells, where you’d drop a stone and would have to wait ages for the sound of splashing water to travel back to you. You would enter rooms full of blood. Enter rooms full of organ trophies from the deceased.

The twisted castle seemed like something out of horror movies. You felt like a mouse trapped in a maze.

You could hear every footstep you took, each inhalation and exhalation, every heart beat pumping blood through your body. For once, the first time, the silence was getting to you. You were alone, no periphery sounds, no people, no life but yours. Just the sounds of you.

And when you opened a door to a room to find a man tied up so he was on his knees, throat open and displayed to you and hands brought together in forgiveness. Forgiveness from you, you let out a scream and fell back, hitting the stone wall. The pain shot up you, but was numbing compared to the horror in front of you. Your eyes staring in shock. Your hand muffling a soundless scream, your voice was trapped in your throat, your larynx constricting itself as you choked on your own voice.

You did that.

That's what you would do.

There was nothing beautiful or elegant or graceful about this. Nothing peaceful about murder.

And the castle started to make sense, your mind wrapping around what you had seen in your short adventure. It mimicked H.H Holmes’ Murder Hotel, the blood rooms mimciked Elizabeth Bathory’s torturing and killing of girls, the organs mimicked Jack the Ripper’s trophies he’d dissect out of his victims.

And you? You were no better than them. Doing what they did. No better than the stories of Ryomen Sukuna. No better than his copy cat murders.

Perhaps he did them to help damned souls such as your own. To help those like you realize your evil doings and repent.

You needed to seek out your own forgiveness.

The cadaver stared down at you, the fear still plastered over his face and his eyes still begging for mercy. As if he was still alive.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" you repeated, hugging your knees tightly. To the corpse before you, the men from the past, the passerbyers who had found them, the traumatized family.

What felt like hours had passed by, the stone floor digging into your flesh as you finally recovered from the sight and your own mind. Peeling yourself up off the floor and using the wall for support you finally stood up. It's cold again you thought, resting your sweaty forehead against the wall and breathing.

Breathe in, breathe out. You were in a twisted castle and had to make it to the throne room. And thank the being for saving your wretched soul.

Quiet and small footsteps echoed as you walked. Occasionally sniffling as your sinuses recovered. You weren't particularly focused, and found your body moving at its own accord. Your feet leading the way as your mind watched from somewhere far away.

Eventually you stood before a pile of bones, what appeared to be skulls from strange beasts from a different time. "Sukuna?" You heard yourself say as you tilted your head up to look at him. His smirk was present, his head resting in the palm of his hand.

"You've made it to the end, I'm quite surprised. But perhaps I underestimated you." He spoke, his smirk twisting maliciously. "I suppose this means you're free to go-"

"N-no!" You stuttered out, he raised an eyebrow in question, watching the miserable conflict in your mind that your face was failing to hide.

"oh? What do you propose instead dear (Y/N)?"

"I need to atone for my sins" your gaze shifted to the ground, it looked like it was covered in blood but none of it stained your clothing or feet. Your attention zeroed in on it, where had all this blood come from anyways? Would you have committed these many atrocities if Sukuna hadn't brought you into this wretched castle. Perhaps you would have, "I need to do something, anything! Anything to thank you for showing me the error of my ways!" Your gut twisting in disgust as your mind went back to thinking about all the corpses.

"You want me to punish you?"

"Anything!" You exclaim, exhaling and feeling weak. You heard the sound of bones grinding and creaking, disgusting popping noises as he shifted to stand up and slowly, at an agonizing pace, walked down the pile. Each creak causing a ripple of nausea in your stomach and you felt your bile rise and amylase build up in your mouth. "Please-" you started but found his hand clamp shut against your mouth, muffling out the rest of your sentence.

"Such a little girl asking for something so bold from me. Do you even know what I am? What I'm like? What I can do to a body as fragile as yours?"

You let out a sound from your throat, not even sure what you meant yourself but wanting to give him some indication that you'd take something to purify yourself of the blood that stained your being.

"So bold, such a shame if you'd break in one day" he whispered, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. The hand covering your mouth started to grow and you let out a startled scream, moving back but his other arm had quickly snaked its way behind your waist and he pulled your body flush against his. Your stomach rubbing up against his lengthening bulge. Almost too big. Everything felt too big as you felt like you were being suffocated by the growing body. You shut your eyes and muffled out another scared scream as you felt another pair of hands on your body. "What was that little one? Can't speak? Look at you just wriggling against my body, wanting to be punished but yet so afraid of it. Don't you like this? Isn't this what you do aswell?"

"S-sukuna" you manage out from underneath his hand.

"That's master to you little one" he grips your hair pulling your head back, the strain and stretch of your hair causes prickling pain to blossom against your scalp. It hurt, but the combination of fear, adrenaline and pain never made you feel so alive.

"Master!" You cry out against his hand as he rubs his bulge against you. His third arm reaching below your back and cupping your ass, his long fingers reaching your covered pussy as he felt you through the fabric.

“Always so fucking wet for me. Does this turn you on? The fear and horror?” he mocked, his hands gripping the fabric as he tore it off you swiftly, the shredded clothing landing and pooling around your feet, already forgotten. “Repent little one” he whispers, mouth against your ear, hot breath fanning it and breezing over your neck. His hand working its way out of your hair, off your body, moving away from you.

The sudden feeling of having nothing on you made you nervous and you looked up at him with wide eyes. He was enjoying this, playing with you and twisting your feelings and desires.

Repent

You took a step forward and with shaky hands undid his robe. What better way to thank him than make him feel superior than you? So much bigger than you and stronger. He could easily snap your neck without any effort. He could do that if you didn’t please him.

“Yes Master” you started with open mouthed kisses, starting between his pecs and moving down, nipping and kissing his skin. His hands to his side, not paying you any attention until you made it to the spot right above his nether regions. His robe still covering him. The sharp intake of breath meant you were getting somewhere, you just had to keep prying. Keep pleasing. Like a good girl. Your kisses becoming sloppier as you looked up at him and him down at you. Adoring your slutty face as you worked to please him. Your hands reaching up to undo the rest of his robe, he stops you gripping them harshly.

“You asked to be punished.” he said, suddenly pushing you down onto the scarlet ground, your back hitting the skulls as they scratched at your skin, the roughness scraping it. Barely recovering from the fall, he was already at your legs, pushing them up, pinning them down onto your chest, your hands held together over your head. “So fucking pliant” he grunted with a feverish voice. His last hand darting between your folds, fingers dipping into your slick as he brought them back up to taste you. “You’re terrified little one” he smirked as if he could taste adrenaline, the glucose released into your fluids from it. Your head was hazy from all the sensations, trying to come up with a response but he was faster, you felt what was a mouth against your dripping pussy.

“What is that” you manage out from your ecstasy or fear, back arching as the wet muscle was flat against your folds, licking your outsides clean, swallowing your honey, “fuck master, w-what are you doing” you moaned as it penetrated your walls, easily reaching deep spots inside of you. Easily reaching-

“Fuck master, please, right there” you moaned loudly, eyes rolled back at the feeling of it tap against your sweet spot.

“Where?” he questioned with another tap. “Here?” and another one, “Right here?” he teased as you sobbed out an incoherent and broken yes. The fragmented touches leave you unsatisfied and tense, on edge and just barely there. You needed something more substantial.

"Punishment, little one, remember?" He pulled out as soon as he felt you reposition to better feel him. His hand back at your mouth, this time tongue coated in your essence as his tongue melted onto yours, finding its way in your warm mouth. And you find your taste on him.

"You like being used as a fuck toy? Having your pussy clench around nothing? Soundlessly begging for something to fill it up? It's like you were made to be a slut, just a fucking slut" he spat, face at your stomach as he licked you all the way up and above your neck, back at your ears. His breaths fanning your ear and you squirmed harder from the sensitivity, moaning into his hand-mouth. "You're squirming from nothing little one" he grinned looking back down at you.

You wiggled and squirmed harder, pressed between the ground and his body, leaving you no room for yourself. The previous experiences of the castle melting away, replaced with hot desire as your mind filled with horrifying thoughts of the being fucking you into a wet panting mess in this peculiar room. "M-more" you whimpered.

"More?" He lifted his face, making eye contact with you. His smirk curled upward as he looked down at you, looking at the little slut he took all this time to mold. "You want more? You want your little wet cunt stuffed with my cock? You'd degrade yourself to a cheap whore for me, my you must really be fucked in the head little one" his hands going back to your thighs, pushing them up further as your head fell back against the skulls, eyes rolled back as you breathed in heavily.

Eyes squinted shut as you felt the brush of his clothes against your damp thighs followed by the pressure of him pushing into you. Your hands balled into fists and nails digging into your palms deep enough to draw drops of blood as his vice grip kept your wrists bound. The stretch made you cry out and you felt each vein pushing against your gummy walls, touching and caressing you as he slowly dipped himself into your weeping pussy.

"Fuckkkk master" you groaned, opening your eyes and looking at the junction where the two of you connected. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he slowly pulled out and then thrust back in deeply kissing your cervix causing you to throw your head back in pleasure, moaning loudly. And he did it again. Each time pulling out slowly, and then pushing in, touching every sensitive part of you. Building up his speed until he found you making his favorite face.

"Hmm that's your sweet spot little one" he grinned at your shaking figure before matching his next thrust to it, digging in as you squirmed around. He groaned as your pussy molded against him, desperately fitting his cock in, hugging it tightly “You’ve got such a good fucking cunt, clenching around me so nicely”. His last hand reaching down onto your clit, finger gathering your oozing juices before rubbing lazy circles on your clit “Taking my cock so fucking well”.

The simple touch and words made your body impossibly weaker, your mind in a different dimension completely, feeling too much pleasure at once. Your stomach coiled up, ready to burst as the blood inside you swirled around your core as the electricity gathered up.

"Not yet" he pulls out.

Eyes snapping open you let out a broken sob as he lets go of you, standing up and above you "no no, please, please let me cum" you beg getting up onto your knees.

In a quick move, he was atop his throne, with you sitting by his feet.

He sat before you, your eyes fixated on his pulsing cock, admiring it's girth, the thick base followed by the veins adorning it, leading to an angry tip. Every bit of it demanded attention. Your awe kept you silent as his arms lifted you up, knees placed on either side of his thighs as the tip of cock rubbed against your aching pussy, the simple feathery touch making you gasp from all the sensitivity.

"S-sukuna!" You gasped

"Master" he repeated lowly grabbing your throat, constricting your airway as his hand wrapped around it and squeezed it. The pressure built up as your body used the little bits of oxygen he allowed to enter your airway. His cock rubbing against your pussy, teasingly, precum mixed with your juices, dropping onto his cock and dripping down to his thighs. "Look" he instructed, pushing your head down so you could see the erotic scene yourself. How desperate your pussy was.

"Master..." you repeated back, eyes pleading and he loosened his grip on your sides allowing you to slide onto his shaft. Fuckkk you groaned in your head, clenching and hugging his length as it stretched and invaded you again. "Ahhh master let me please you"

"Let's see you try" he smirked tilting his head up. The dim light created shadows on his face. Your small hand darted out to caress his jaw line gently before you placed both of them on his shoulders getting ready. Moving your hips steadily in circular motions and groaning, getting used to the feeling. His eyes stared into yours, mocking you.

"I'll show you" you tried back, feeling the power rush back into you as you loosened your muscles before pulling up and back down onto his cock, once, twice, and then at a pounding pace. A pace he was even surprised of you managing. Rhythmic yet sloppy in the most arousing ways. Elbows digging into his shoulders, your mouth against his ear as you moaned loudly, hot breaths against his ear. "Fuckkk haven't had a cock so good in awhile"

His hands gripped the skulls comprising the arm rest tightly, knuckles turning white. Having you up on his throne, bouncing on his cock and whispering how much you loved his dick in his ear had his mind and body going crazy. "Keep at it slut, such a good girl for me" he grunted his hands gripping your hips as he thrust into you, his cock bruising your cervix as you threw your head back in a pleasured scream.

"Harder master, go harder!" you pleaded, picking up the pace yourself as your hands moved down to grip his back, nails digging in as you tried to hold on from all the force. He instantly responded, jerking his hips deeper, as his hands gripped your ass tightly, pushing you further on him. His other pair travelled all over your body, licking and biting you, covering your skin in his marks.

The room filled with the sounds of you two panting, moaning and cussing. The loud sound of slapping skin echoed throughout the room followed by the sounds of your pussy squelching.

Hard and fast. Unrelenting and unwavering. Desperate and crazed.

Master!

Slut

Sukuna!

(Y/N) fuck

Everything getting too much as that familiar feeling started down in your core "Master I'm gonna cum, please let me cum…" you panted out, voice barely loud enough to be overheard from all the obscene sounds happening in the room.

"Fuck, go on little one, you deserve it" he grunted, hand going down to your clit once more licking it, driving you insane, the feeling spreading slowly, waves rippling through your stomach down to your sex, crashing against it.

"Sukuna! Fuck! Fuck Sukuna, oh God fuck" you cried out, voice breaking as your pussy clamped tightly on his cock, gripping and milking it. Tight and wet. Agonizing and pleasurable. Driving him over the edge.

Your movements became sloppy as your ograsm shook your consciousness, but the intensity of it all had him grunting and cussing in your ear, saying obscene words as he came into your pussy, stuffing you completely and dripping out onto your thighs and his abdomen.

"Fuckkkk" you both groaned, bodies giving away against each other as your highs came to and end.

Tiredness washed over you as you slumped against his body. Maybe getting caught wasn’t so bad you sleepily thought.

[the-faramir]

Midori nodded in understanding. "Ohhhh, yeah, so you have like a Comprehend Language spell. I could learn that, but there's only so much room in my noggin," she rapped her fist lightly against her head for emphasis, "an' I've learned all I can till I get more experienced. So with our spell, you cast it with low power to understand, higher power to speak the language as well, an' even higher power to include more people in the effect. Sounds like you have magic like us. Cool!

"An' this fruit is delicious. Oh!" An idea dawned on Midori, causing her ears to wiggle and her tails to dart back and forth. "So you musta heard o' the food shortage in town. It's related to The Welt, that blighted, swampy land outside o' town," she gestured vaguely to the southwest, "which is prob'ly related to the aeon stones failin'.

"Oh, local history, sorry. So the god Aroden pulled up these Starstone Isles from the sea floor for people to live on over four thousand years ago, but they were all rocky an' slimy. The isles, not the people. Not good for farmin'. So Aroden went underground to grab these magic stones—aeon stones—an' bring 'em topside. He built these towers across the Isles an' set the aeon stones to orbitin' their tops. Their magic gave life to the Isles an' let food grow.

"Then these demons started messin' with the aeon stones, an' things started DYING across the Isles. So this is where the Circus of Wayward Wonders came in! We've been goin' around fixin' the aeon stones! The Isle of Erran is all set. We fixed three aeon stones in the west. We just gotta fix up the rest of this island now.

"But I digress.

"What I'm thinkin', an' it's just a thought, is that you an' yer friend, since you're comin' to town to do trade anyway, could bring in shipments of fruit or vegetables or meat or whatever from your planet and sell it for a lot of coin! Or maybe straight-up trade it for whatever materials you're lookin' to buy.

"Just a thought.

"If yer the entrepreneurial type.

"Oh, an' takin' the whole circus to another planet? Huh." Midori removed her green top hat, ran her hand through her red hair, then returned the hat to her head. "I can't imagine the logistics required for that. You got a sorceror or someone who can poof us all over there at once? Ah, but we can't leave the island just yet. We need to put an end to all of this aeon stone sabotage an' send all those demons and xulgaths packin' first.

"But imagine!" Midori's eyes glowed green in the sunlight, and it seemed as if whisps of green energy flickered around her. "The Circus of Wayward Wonders would be the only circus on Golarion to perform ON ANOTHER PLANET! We would be huge! We would be FAMOUS!" She appeared to float up into the air slightly. "WE WOULD BE THE GREATEST CIRCUS ON GOLARION AND...." She shook her head quickly and settled down, returning to her previous demeanor. "Oh, sorry, I kinda zoned out there. I was gonna say somethin' about your planet.

"But, yeah, I'd love to go! I appreciate the generous offer, my new friend! Maybe when we get this business on the island sorted out, we can come. Would that be okay?"

@llixulia

Today seemed like any other day in the town square of Willowside. Townspeople milled about the shops, buying whatever foodstuffs and supplies the merchants had to sell.

Suddenly, calliope music started playing from one of the side streets. People turning to look saw a parade approaching the town square. At the forefront marched Midori, a kitsune woman with a red fox fur pattern and red hair, dressed in a green circus ringmaster's outfit complete with a green top hat. She carried a short staff resembling a stick of multicolored candy with a head resembling a snake's which she shifted up and down with the beat of the music, keeping the constituents of her parade in step.

Once the ringmaster stepped into the center of the town square, she gestured dismissively with her free hand and the entire parade faded into a green mist, leaving only Midori standing there as the calliope music continued.

She spoke with a magically amplified,  booming voice, reaching all in that part of town as if she were standing next to them.

"ANNNNNNND NOW, because we sailed all the way from Kerrick and we aim to entertain, we proudly announce tonight's performance of the only island-hoppin', xulgath-defeatin', carnivorous-plant-mulchin', demon-slayin', dinosaur-extinctin', ghost-bustin', aeon-stone-repairin', extinction-curse-liftin' circus in the Inner Sea, including THEEE VERRRY HEROESSS who brought Mistress Dusklight of the Celestial Menagerie to justice and freed those under her control: the CIRCUS OF WAYWARD WONNNNNNNDERRRRRS!"

Midori began to twirl her staff faster and faster in front of herself, finally tossing it high into the air and catching it deftly in her hands before it could hit the ground. She thrust the base of the staff into the ground, magically transforming it into a candy-striped ball python that started dancing to the music which began building dramatically as Midori prepared to sing.

🎵🎵🎵

Step right up, don't be shy, take a chance, Join the Circus of Wayward Wonders, be part of the dance. The ringmaster calls, with a voice so bold, "Buy your tickets now, let the marvels unfold!"

Come one, come all, to the grandest show in town, Where wonders await and smiles replace every frown. A spectacle of colors, where magic and reality blend, Axel's birds take flight, with sweets they descend.

The Dwarven Throwers, stout and brave, They soar through the air, the audience they crave. Elizia's serpents, a dance so divine, With Mr. Tickles, they twist and entwine.

Hear the music, feel the beat, in your heart, Magical Myrrie plays her part, a symphony to start. The Mystic Artists, with strokes so fine, Your dreams on canvas, in colors that shine.

In the center ring, the lights shine bright, Every act, a story, every performer a knight. The circus is more than a mere delight, It's a world of wonder, taking flight.

So gather 'round, the show's about to begin, The Circus of Wayward Wonders, where dreams spin. The ringmaster's song, a call to all who hear, "Come join the wonder, come join the cheer!"

🎵🎵🎵

Once the music had stopped, a few people in the square clapped politely. Midori took an over-exaggerated bow, picked up her snake, changed it back into a staff, and then meandered through the town square to sell tickets.

Surveying the crowds for potential buyers, Midori's attention caught on the brightly colored tail of...well, Midori wasn't quite sure. She—Midori initially thought the being was a "she," but rethought "perhaps 'they,' because it's better not to assume with an unknown being"—they certainly did not appear to be a local. Definitely, a sentient person of some sort as their eyes—all four—had a look of intelligence about them as they glanced about the town. They wore a humanoid-style top on their humanoid torso but had a snake-like tail similar to a nagaji's or lamia's. They also had horns, which were not unknown in the various forms of nagaji found across Golarion.

Midori sauntered over to the being to strike up a conversation. "Why hello, my good being! Not to be rude, not to make assumptions about you, but you appear to be from out of town. May I ask from where do you haii?" Midori's eyes widened as a grin crossed her face. "Are you in town for the circus? Have you heard about us in your homeland?"

@llixulia