#it is simply not old enough to have developed complicated thoughts

[koukaaa-descent]

I’ve been a bit afraid of writing for monsoon for a while now but like. i remembered that this is my own character. anyways! a moment of monsoon’s life, inside of a future that never exists.

It was warm. It was so, so warm. It didn’t remember it could be this warm.

Cold is easy. It is very easy to expect, and sometimes hard to endure. But cold is easy to know, to expect. Warmth is everything but.

There is warmth, here. It is so impossibly warm. Its oldest friend is asleep against itself. It does not think that the warmth will ever fade—at least, not while its friend is still with it. Its friend’s lungs like to catch on themselves when he is relaxed, an unfortunate result of his fragility. Even still, it is warm. It is so warm, it does not know what to do with it.

It closes its eyes. Listens to the rattling breathing, brought on with age. A decade. A moment of time. When had ten years passed? It did not know. All it has ever cared for has been the one against its side. What matter did time have when they two seemed so eternal?

Gentle. Gentle. Its hands are not clever like his are. If it is not gentle, it will break him into pieces. Gentle; as if he is food, meant to be stored and kept safe. Gentle; as if he is made to break.

A thin, aquiline whistle; a sound so similar to its own vocalizations it is suddenly reminded of his warmth. He is still sleeping, but even still he is echoing to it. Singing in the only way his body knows.

A thick, roiling emotion drags itself into its body. It rests its head beneath his arm, savoring the heat. His head drops easily back onto the length of its neck, hardly jarred, trusting in its presence as he would trust in his own body even while it betrays him. It wonders how much time he has left.

He was not made to last. He was born to die. It was born to live. One of them will die before the other, and it is afraid that he will be first.

For now. For now, it is warm. It is reminded of impossibly large hands, and an eternally familiar face. It is reminded of the taste of his blood. How bitter it was, how thick. It is reminded that he will die and it will not. It is reminded of sun blessed mornings and long nights spent together, wandering forests and chasing lightning bugs and manticoils until the sun lit the way back home. It is reminded of an overwhelming, encapsulating warmth, surrounding it so wholly that it felt as if nothing in the universe would ever dare come near. Nothing except for its oldest, dearest friend.

In its dreams, there is a star on the horizon.

For now, it rests. There is little else to do.

[ennn]

Things I Liked About the Agatha All Along Finale - Initial Thoughts

Wooooo boy. Hey look I'm a bleeding heart shipper but I'm old and have been in enough fandoms. Let's process shall we?

Alice! Alice echo-ing what so many fans are saying about her lost potential. Rio actually being kind in reminding Alice her death did have purpose. "You're a protection witch, you protected someone."

The development of Billy's extremely complicated relationship with Agatha. Kid's not loyal to Agatha, he's understanding her, or starting to at least. He sees her being a relationship with Death and he's curious about the story there. He cares enough to connect the dots and see Agatha as a full person. And we see that developed as the finale goes.

"That's it? That's all the time that I get?" The show reminds us that death sometimes just happens – "Sometimes boys die" – I wonder if one of these writers is a Sandman fan because I immediately clocked a parallel to Death of the Endless taking a baby's life in her first comic appearance.

Death of the Endless is of course much kinder than Rio is with her (iconic) reply to that eternal question. "You lived what anyone gets... A lifetime."

That whole convo we got in the preview clip. And then them just sitting down and talking more? Albeit with layers of manipulation but y'know that's them.

Agatha telling Rio that she'll hand over Billy if Rio leaves her alone: essentially making Rio once again choose between her duty and her feelings towards Agatha. The deepest cut Agatha could make – which we see echoed with "If you do this I'll hate you forever." They know each other and the best ways to hurt each other.

I laughed waaaay too much at Agatha ragging on Jen's last vegetable name.

Jen's unbinding ritual was powerful and a fantastic moment for the character. She recognised and embraced her power. Agatha's mask slipping a little at the end as well. Amazing. Sasheer killed it.

The whole scene with Agatha working with Billy to bring Tommy back was beautiful and emotional and well put together and showed the side to Agatha that cements her as a great mentor (when she's not being the biggest murderous asshole).

Agatha using what she learnt from her Alice and Jen – and what Lilia told her – to hold her ground with Rio... okay it lasted like 10 seconds but it was a nice callback! Agatha's such a shameless survivor.

Incredible kissing. We knew Hahn and Plaza would deliver and they did. When it comes to kissing women, these two absolutely go for it.

Rio looking absolutely gutted with having to take Nicky away. Plaza really delivered with Rio's pain in these eps. Agatha calling her "my love", cursing and then begging.

Rio being soft about Nicky despite her job. Nicky willingly going with her with no fear, no hesitation – suggesting that they did bond somehow? Nicky knew she was a friendly face and trusted her. It was really a good death, all things considered. He wasn't sick, he wasn't in pain, he wasn't scared he simply fell asleep and just went.

Rio reminding Nicky to kiss his mom goodbye. She cares so much, as much as a personification of death can. It's funny how some people thought Rio was going to be this manipulative big bad but no, Agatha's the more toxic one in this relationship.

Okay like imagine Agatha finally dying and just straight up BOOKING it before Rio pops up. Rio hates ghosts. The number of times Agatha deliberately pissed her off this finale was amazing.

"I'm sure he'll forgive you for... whatever you did." Aw Billy is a good kid. Just like Nicky was. Agatha needs that reminder, that anchor to not be the Worst.

Chemistry aside, Agatha and Billy being mentor-pupil makes a ton of sense because these Maximoffs do the most fucked up shit (unintentionally) with their magic and Agatha's got the knowledge, charisma, cynicism, and the morals of a spinning compass to support him.

Alright when are they announcing the sequel / spin-off? I know there's a rumour of it happening. Rio's got 2 abominations and one endlessly aggravating ghost of an ex to deal with now.

[lushrue]

currently in my priceghost era and wanted to write something with price as the more submissive one

cw: nsfw, oral (m/m), light scent kink, sub space

john sat back in his chair, huffing out an exasperated breath. fireworks exploded behind his eyelids as he dug the heels of his hands in, trying to push out the ache of eye strain. a cursory glance at the clock on his desk revealed that it had been six hours since he’d sat down to start on the mountain of paperwork on his desk. six hours of rifling through mission reports, briefing memorandums, and recruit personnel files. six hours of squinting to read tiny print because he wasn’t old enough to require reading glasses, thank you very much.

he could feel the familiar burning pain creeping up into his shoulders, a reminder of the horrid posture he’d been sitting in the whole time. he felt stiff, unnaturally so. on top of it all, he felt tired. it wasn’t his usual training-all-day-and-shouting-at-unruly-sergeants type of tired. this sank into his bones, gave his skeleton a weight it didn’t have before. even the thought of dragging his heavy body all the way back to the barracks made his back ache and his temples pulse.

his mind had been running a million miles a minute for the past week. it seemed like there was an urgent task lurking around each corner, waiting to demand his full attention. nothing could wait until tomorrow, nothing could be put on the back burner until something else was completed. everything needed done yesterday and he found himself struggling to keep up. if only the world would stop spinning for five minutes, he thought to himself. then I could catch up. it was at that moment he remembered the one man who could bring his world to a halt, if only for a little while.

price had a complicated relationship with his lieutenant. the two of them were…something to each other. they’d both chosen not to put a label on it, simply for the fact that it didn’t need one. their relationship was symbiotic, one hand washing the other for the sake of cleaning both of them. it was a fact of nature that simon was there for john in the ways that he needed, and john repaid simon in turn. in their eyes, relationships like that didn’t need a label. barnacles don’t call the whale it hitches a ride on their lover; a clownfish doesn’t commit to the anemone that provides it shelter. they simply exist in this moment in time to serve a purpose for one another, and that was that.

the captain raised himself from his chair, dragging his heavy feet down the hall towards simon’s office. john knew that simon was up to his nose in paperwork just the same as him. the two of them had talked at length over a pack of cigarettes about how a paper trail was inconvenient at best and dangerous at worst. they both had a nasty habit of putting it all off until later and having to burn the midnight oil more than once to make up for it. his knuckles rapped four times against the door, the rhythmic pattern of it identifying who was knocking. simon had developed it, a way to know that the person on the other side of the door was important enough to put down the pen.

he was met with a gruff “come in” from the lieutenant, his fingers trembling slightly as they closed around the doorknob and twisted. when he pushed the door open, the sight of simon, maskless, greeted him. it was rare for simon to go anywhere on base without at least the balaclava on, but the state of his hair showed that he’d just pulled it off. on nights like these, simon didn’t wear it. it was far too important to john to be able to see his face. simon’s eyes were soft, gentle, as they took in the way john stood in his doorway. shoulders slumped, the lines on his face deeper, the bags under his eyes heavier. simon could read any man like a book, but when it came to his captain, he knew things no one else had ever gotten close enough to know. there was a look in john’s eyes, a certain helplessness that was reserved only for him.

“rough night?” simon asked, leaning back in his office chair and nodding to John to close the door. john did as instructed, a dry chuckle bubbling out of his chest. “you don’t know the half of it,” he replied, voice raspy. he sounded as worn as he looked. it reminded simon of the dirt caked into the tread of his boots, stomped on a thousand times before finally getting to rest. simon just grunted in reply, picking up the pen from his desk. he made a small tick on the report he was reading to mark his place before turning his full attention to his captain. “would you like to talk, or not talk?” simon asked, his words laced with a meaning only the two of them could discern. john met his gaze, a weight seeming to lift off of his shoulders as he made his decision. “not talk.”

simon nodded in understanding, the movement curt and quick. it was almost tactical the way the two of them moved around each other. simon took up his position on the small sofa in his office, parting his legs shoulder-width apart. he took one of the pillows from beside him, holding it out to john as he circled around to his own position. john took the pillow, placing it on the floor between simon’s feet, and lowered himself down onto it. he grunted as his knees hit the tile floor, the blow gratefully softened by the fabric and stuffing. they’d quickly discovered that it was a necessary part of this routine.

“you solid?” john looked up to find simon’s eyes on him, the deep brown of his irises laced with concern. the captain swallowed down the lump forming in the back of his throat, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. “solid,” he replied, his tone short. he didn’t want to concern himself with how he felt. not now, not when it all felt too big to handle. simon simply nodded, raising a hand to rest on the back of john’s head. he guided it to his thigh, letting john rest against him for a moment. john didn’t want to talk, and that was fine with simon. he usually did all the talking on nights like these anyway. hours upon hours of silence left him with a lot to say.

“you deserve this, y’know,” he said, stroking his fingers along the length of john’s scalp. “deserve to put down the reins for a bit, have someone else take ‘em up.” john shivered under simon’s touch, goosebumps rising on his arms. it was never true in his own head, but when simon said it, john drank it in like it was gospel. he nodded, his cheek rubbing against the fabric of simon’s fatigues. “i deserve this,” he repeated softly, voice strained with the weight of the emotion he was keeping in.

simon nodded in approval, pleased with john’s acceptance. in the beginning, when they’d first started this little ritual, the captain had done everything he could to keep simon at arm’s length. he’d never stay for long once he’d been given what he needed and eye contact was scarce. now, john had reconciled with the fact that sometimes, he didn’t want to be in charge. sometimes, he needed someone else to tell him what to do. taking orders was as natural as breathing for him, especially when giving them felt like a burden he couldn’t bear. “that’s a good lad,” simon praised, his voice rumbling low in his chest. “you know just what ta do, don’t you? meltin’ in a puddle at my feet.” john’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, turning his head to press his face into simon’s thigh.

simon just chuckled. his boy could be awfully shy when he wanted to be. “look at me,” he commanded. john felt a shiver down his spine at simon’s tone. it wasn’t the same one he used with the sergeants, or when he was training the recruits. it was reserved specially for him, a low timbre that rattled around his brain and dislodged any unwanted thoughts still hanging around. the captain turned his head up, hazy blue eyes meeting simon’s dark chocolate ones. “so beautiful. ya know tha’? most beautiful thing on God’s green earth, on your knees for a nasty bugger like me.”

john wanted to protest, to assure simon that he was far from the nastiest bugger he’d ever knelt for, but the words wouldn’t come. thoughts swirled around in his head like smoke, thin and incorporeal. he tried to grasp at them, but his hands went right through. all he could do was hum and shake his head. simon shook his head, lips rounding in a soothing shushing noise. “don’t think. let me do tha’ for ya.” he placed a finger under john’s chin, stroking him like one would a cat. john’s eyes fluttered shut, letting the feeling of simon’s calloused trigger finger against his throat lift the weight of reality that hung heavy on his shoulders.

slowly, john’s head started to drift off into a much nicer place. it was softer, gentler. mission reports and recruit files fell to the wayside, briefings and emails and memorandums were long forgotten. all there was, in this moment, was him and simon. simon caught every moment of john’s slip, the way his jaw went slack and his eyes stared beyond him. he admired the way john’s eyes seemed to sparkle, admiration shining bright in them. when the stresses of the outside world fell away, all that was left was simon. the lieutenant shifted his hand, dragging his finger up john’s jaw until his hand came to rest on the crown of john’s head. the weight was comforting and grounding, keeping him tethered to the earth.

“tha’s a good boy,” simon praised, his thumb stroking john’s scalp. the captain practically purred, pressing his head up into simon’s touch. it felt nice and his one-track mind wanted more of it. simon shifted on the sofa, sweatpants growing tight. something in john’s far-away gaze made him chub up, the way he was so vulnerable and trusting beneath him. here, simon held all the power. “jus’ needed a li’l stress relief, hmm? needed your simon to get ya through.” john nodded, drool leaking against simon’s thigh.

simon chuckled at the sight, reaching forward and wiping some of the spit from the corner of john’s mouth. with a gentle motion, he pressed his thumb to the seam of john’s lips, pressing insistently. john’s mouth fell open and simon pushed his finger in, letting his thumb rest against john’s tongue. the way his lips closed around the digit made simon groan. he’d quickly discovered that his boy had an oral fixation, always needing something in his mouth to keep him occupied. all those damn cigars, he’d figured. john hollowed his cheeks, eyes fluttering shut as he bobbed his head on simon’s thumb. he whined low in his throat when he realized it wasn’t quite what he needed, shifting impatiently on the pillow.

“settle, lovie. i’ll give ya what ya need soon enough. jus’ wanna enjoy the sight of ya.” simon leaned back against the sofa, utterly transfixed by the man in front of him. john’s tongue curled around simon’s finger, teeth lightly scraping the skin. with his eyes heavy-lidded, he looked the very picture of debauchery, letting go and giving simon his soft underbelly. drool pooled in the corners of his mouth, wetting his lips and cheeks. if simon thought hard enough, he could pretend that it was his cock between john’s lips instead. he groaned aloud at the mere image, cock tenting his sweats. he used his free hand to push the waistband down, dragging his boxers down with it.

john opened his eyes, teeth digging into the flesh of simon’s thumb as he caught sight of what he truly wanted. he could smell the musk coming off of the lieutenant, thick and heavy in his nose. he pulled his head back and released simon’s thumb, leaning forward to mouth at his cock. his tongue trailed along the protruding vein at the base, humming softly when simon shivered with delight. simon’s head fell back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut as his cock twitched. precum dripped down his shaft, the tip red and angry at having been ignored thus far.

simon cupped the back of john’s head, coaxing him to look up. john met simon’s gaze, baby blue eyes pleading for permission. “this what you wan’, baby? want this fat cock down your throat?” simon asked, voice rough and gravelly. john nodded, the stimulation of his cheek against simon’s cock making his thighs clench. he couldn’t find the words, mouth moving to beg, but simon shushed him. “none o’ that. not gonna let my best boy go without,” he cooed, adjusting his hips so that the tip of his cock laid against john’s lips.

john’s tongue darted out, lapping up the precum that was beading up. it was salty and bitter, but he drank it in like the sweetest ambrosia. simon moaned loud, the sound coming from low in his chest. he’d long since given up on trying to be quiet on these nights. there was hardly anyone around, and if there were any nosy recruits, he’d shut them up with latrine duty. “tha’s it, right fuckin’ there,” he groaned, hips bucking to press his cock deeper into john’s mouth. “take it all, lovie. know you can, so good for me-”

simon’s words were cut off when john took him to the hilt, the captain’s throat rumbling with a satisfied moan. electricity shot up his spine, simon’s hands scrambling for purchase on the sofa. the pleasure was heady, thoughts dissipating like clouds and the room spinning like a carousel. as pent up as he was, it only took a few minutes and a well-timed swallow for simon to lose himself. he spilled down john’s throat, pearly-white spend shooting into the back of his mouth. john drank it down, needy moans vibrating around simon’s cock as he sucked him through his orgasm. 

the moment simon’s soul came back into his body, he eased john’s head back, tapping his cheek to coax him to breathe. john was panting, eyes glistening with tears from all the times he’d gagged. his cheeks were flushed, a cum-drunk expression on his face. simon was satisfied, and it seemed john was too. needs fulfilled for each other, symbiotic relationship solidified. john took his moment of rest, catching his breath before parting his lips again. simon acquiesced, placing his softening prick on john’s waiting tongue. there was no need for pleasure, no work to be done. the two of them could rest here like this for as long as they needed, basking in the glow of the moment they’d shared. “good boy,” simon praised breathlessly, petting john’s hair. “keep it warm for me, tha’s it.”

a few hours later, once they’d parted ways and john had settled in for bed, he found a different kind of weight had settled on his chest. perhaps these nightly routines were more than just quid pro quo, but no matter. simon could help him figure it all out later.

[larkingame]

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someone is after you.

for over a decade and a half now, you’ve traveled up, down and across the country--running schemes and hunting fiends with your mentor, con-man-by-day, vampire-hunter-by-night, Wyatt Abrams--the prolific vampire slayer and the living descendant of Gregory Abrams, founder and prophet of the Abrams Family, the nomadic vampire-hunting cult that raised you--and was wiped out years ago.

carrying the abrams name means also means carrying on it's enemies--but that isn't to say you haven't forged a couple of your own along the way. now, it seems someone is trying to make good on old threats and promises. they've placed a bounty on your head.

so you and wyatt do what you do best: you run away. to some little town, out nevada ways, where the title of town preacher is unexpectedly thrust upon you--bringing back years of trauma you thought long tucked away.

as if that wasn't enough, on your first day in town the local mine up and explodes--leaving the reclusive family that runs the town--and owns the mine--to suspect you as the main culprit.

now you're left with the responsibility of investigating the disaster to clear your name, looking into the mysterious cult just south of town, the gang of outlaws who've been wrapped up deep in a feud with larkin's patriarchal family--a group of people which you suspect to be hiding a secret most monstrous--all while dealing with the ghosts of your past, and the roots your family left behind.

larkin is a vampire western choose-your-own adventure game, with focuses on romance, religion, horror and complicated family dynamics.

play a fully customizable character [[decide upon their physical appearance, gender identity, sexuality, customize their pronouns]]

dictate a unique relationship with your mentor-turned-father-figure and his former appentice

romance any of twelve characters, five male, three female, one non-binary and three gender selectable characters.

define your characters skillset and scheming tactics, select their weapons and fighting style, elect their feelings on religion, vampires and the cult that raised them.

the doctor [male] cyrus sokolov - the quasi-mayor of larkin, cyrus sokolov also operates as the town's doctor and mortician. he's immeadiately suspicious of you, the new preacher and the reputation you comes with. even though he doesn't like it, he needs your help.

the princess [female] celina sokolova - despite the misconceptions among the townsfolk, the reclusive third sibling of the sokolov family, celina, is actually the family’s eldest. hardly leaving the sokolov mansion, it’s rumored around town that she’s been struck with some sort of sun-related illness, others seem to hold the opinion that miss sokolova simply sees herself as too good to linger amongst the common folk. whatever the case may truly be doesn’t much matter to the people of larkin, after all, it's much more fun to gossip. she's very suddenly developed a fascination with the preacher, a hunger almost. but will she eat you whole?

the mortician's assistant [male] dominic sokolov - the youngest scion of the sokolov family, dominic works as assistant mortician in larkin, though he’s much more interested in larkin’s living townsfolk then the dead ones he’s been charged with taking care of. with seemingly endless information on everyone and everything that goes on in larkin, mister sokolov might not be the worst friend to have.

the lawyer [male] jacob nash -  larkin’s only practicing attorney and resident do-gooder. after passing the bar exam, nash headed out west in the hopes of making a real difference for the people there, only to spend most of his days settling petty disputes and notarizing documents. despite his disappointment, however, nash has managed to keep a level head and his fondness for the people of larkin, even though he’s not so sure the sokolovs have the townsfolk’s best interest in mind.

the bartender [female] rose holloway - larkin’s most recent transplant, that was, until the preacher showed up. former city-girl, rose has adapted to both life out west and on her own, the only way she knows how--by pushing through it. the owner and bartender of larkin’s only saloon, the emerald, rose is a popular figure around larkin whether she likes it or not, but whether that has more to do with her occupation or the fact she also happens to be larkin’s youngest widow is still a topic up for debate.

the lieutenant [male/female/non-binary] hollis - an enigmatic figure around larkin, hollis serves as a lieutenant for the mysterious rateliff fellowship. one of the cult’s few members to make the long trek from their encampment in the desert to town more than once. talked to by few, hated by most, hollis bears the reputation of the people they represent to the town of larkin--one, that isn’t particularly favorable.

the vampire hunter [male/female/non-binary] ace zhang - vampire-hunting-mercenary extraordinaire, the last the preacher knew of ace, they were the young hot-shot on san francisco’s hunting scene. once upon a time ace was a prominent figure in the preacher’s life, the first real acquaintance they managed to make on their own, someone outside of wyatt’s sphere. growing up a member of the guild, their life is one that’s mirrored the preacher’s. maybe that’s why the two seemed to be linked so closely during the preacher’s time in california, whether that was as friends, rivals or something more, their presence is one that remains prominent in the preacher's mind.

the outlaw [male] cassidy alan ward - cowboy, outlaw, bandit, cassidy goes by many names and titles, but the one he prides himself on most is leader. protector of his people, the ward gang hides out somewhere in the hills outside larkin, looming over the townsfolk as an ever-present threat, cassidy finds the sokolovs personally responsible for the death of his sister, caroline, and he is out for blood.

the gunslinger [female] ethel jackson - cassidy's right hand, ethel is a gunslinger through and through. fancying herself the robinhood type, she's got a personal hatred for the family that looms over larkin.  with the fastest gun in all of nevada, maybe even all of the west--ethel could prove to be a valuable friend--or a deadly adversary.

the stranger [non-binary] reyes - the newest addition to ward's gang, not much is known about them or their past--what everyone is well aware of, however, is the fact that nobody whose ever decided to cross reyes has ever come out of it alive.

the vampire [male/female/non-binary] montero moreau - you've hunted down their coven, debilitating any hopes for growth they had in terms of advancing in the cut-throat world of Vampires. you've made montero look like a fool, and they hate looking like a fool. They're determined to hunt you down and take revenge.

the first man [male] - adam - he believes himself to be the mirrored man mentioned in the abrams family book of genesis--the first vampire, plagued to walk the earth--and he has long been in search of his eve.

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[pascaloverx]

RAGE

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Summary: You are secretly Dmitri Smerdyakov's bodyguard, though over time, you've developed a friendship with him. However, you share a complicated past with his brother, Sergei Kravinoff. Now that Sergei is back in town, who knows where this will lead you?

TWO

THREE (+18)

The three of you are hidden deep within a forest, sheltered in the old refuge you and Sergei once used to escape Nikolai’s watchful eye. A place known only to you both—untouched by time and danger. His father had never approved of your involvement with either of his sons, but until you and Sergei find a way to ensure Dmitri’s safety, this secluded sanctuary, surrounded by wild predators fierce enough to keep intruders at bay, is the safest place you have.

“How long do you plan to keep hiding out here?” Dmitri asks as he steps out of the bathroom, freshly showered and adjusting his clothes like he’s preparing for a formal appearance.

“I thought you had explained things to him,” you say, casting a glance at Sergei, who is pouring himself a cup of coffee and watching Dmitri with his usual quiet scrutiny.

“I convinced him to come here at all—give me at least that much credit,” Sergei replies, before draining the coffee in one long gulp as if it were nothing.

“Dmitri, we’ll stay as long as we must. It isn’t safe to return,” you say, tending to the pancakes as the smell of breakfast fills the kitchen. You turn, hoping to meet his eyes, but Dmitri avoids your gaze entirely.

“How long will you resent me for the lie?” you ask gently. The words sting as they leave your mouth, cutting through you like a blade. It aches, watching him so distant—especially when he’s always been one of the few who truly mattered.

"You speak as if the lie were the only thing wrong with our fucked-up relationship,” Dmitri snaps. “But you didn’t just pretend to be my friend, my confidante—you knocked me out in the middle of the street. Your damn fangs are still marked on me!”

“You wouldn’t have followed me if I had simply asked,” you reply, your voice sharp, your patience wearing thin. “Your safety was, and always will be, my priority.”

You take a step closer, trying to place your hand over his, which rests on the kitchen counter. But Dmitri pulls away before you can touch him.

“Because that’s what you’re paid to do,” he says, his voice cracking under the weight of what he’s holding back. “There’s nothing real between us, Y/N. No feelings. Not even a trace of anything genuine.” You stand frozen, unable to find a single word that could make it right.

“There’s nothing I can do that will ever prove this relationship wasn’t just professional—or at least, that it didn’t used to be,” you admit, locking eyes with him, seeing just how broken he is… and knowing it was your doing. “But on a professional level, you are my mission. My objective—until all of this ends—is your safety.”

You pause, letting the weight of your words settle before continuing, your voice firmer, colder. “So take this as a warning. You, Sergei, and I will stay here until I eliminate the threat that made you a target. After that, you won’t have to deal with me ever again.”

Dmitri scoffs, his voice sharp, bitter. “Now I understand why you and my brother are so drawn to each other. You two are just monsters now—hunting prey and trying to fuck each other senseless.”

The silence that follows is heavy, tense—until Sergei’s voice cuts through it, low and dangerous.

“Careful with your words, brat,” he growls from the doorway, arms crossed, jaw clenched. “You’ve no idea what she gave up to keep you breathing.”

“Surely she’ll be compensated for the sacrifices caused by being at my side, dear brother,” Dmitri replies coldly, locking eyes with Sergei, whose jaw tightens to the point of nearly growling. The tension between them crackles like lightning, Sergei visibly struggling to hold back his temper at Dmitri’s provoking tone.

“As much of an honor as it is to be held prisoner here, I do have a presentation to attend this evening. Consider yourselves warned,” Dmitri adds sharply before turning on his heel and disappearing into his room.

“If he thinks this is over…” Sergei mutters, his expression darkening. His fists clench, and he takes a step as if to go after Dmitri—but you catch his arm, stopping him.

“Don’t,” you say gently, your fingers tightening around his arm. “Don’t let your relationship with Dmitri fall apart because of me.” You look up at him, your eyes searching his face, trying to ground the storm behind his gaze.

“Even now, you’re still protecting him… That’s admirable,” Sergei mutters, his voice laced with irritation. You pull him closer, locking eyes with him.

“I’m protecting both of you, you idiot,” you reply firmly, your tone unwavering. You know his bond with Dmitri matters more than him taking your side.

“And in the end… he’s right,” you admit, voice lower now. “I am a monster. I used his friendship to do my job. I pretended to be someone I wasn’t.” Sergei cups your face with surprising gentleness, his rough fingers brushing along your skin as he lowers his head to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Your monstrous side is the most beautiful part of you,” he murmurs. “You’d massacre thousands before letting that brat get hurt. That’s not just duty… that’s love.” He leans in to kiss the curve of your neck, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, pulling you into him.

"We can’t get distracted. If something happens to Dmitri..." you say, your voice unsteady as Sergei’s teeth sink into your neck, setting fire beneath your skin. He knows exactly how to ignite you.

"Stop doing what you're doing," Sergei mutters, slipping his hands under your babydoll. He pulls you up to sit on the kitchen counter, gripping your thighs tightly. "Then stop thinking about him. Think about what you want."

"What I want is to protect your brother. Isn’t that what you want too?" you ask, feeling his nails dragging along your skin as he slowly lifts the fabric. His breath is hot against your ear as he replies, lips still wet with your blood.

"I want him safe—that's why I brought him here. But what you and Nikolai refuse to see is that he'll make his own choices," Sergei says, before pressing his lips to yours in an intense, consuming kiss.

You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him close as his mouth moves with aching familiarity over yours. His tongue explores yours with precision, drawing a shiver from you while your hands slide beneath his shirt—gripping the fabric before tearing it apart with a sudden, unfiltered urgency.

"It's good to know the woman I fell in love with is still in there," Sergei murmurs against your lips, his breath warm, his eyes burning—as though he'd been waiting to see you this desperate for him again.

You pull him closer by the back of his neck and crash your mouth onto his, fierce and hungry. Your hands trail down his back, nails digging into his skin, pulling a low groan from his throat. Feeling the heat of his skin beneath your fingertips only fuels your need. Your lips move to his chest, trailing kisses as you quickly unzip his pants.

Then you pause, your eyes finding his—searching him, silently asking for something unspoken. He cups your face with both hands and leans in again, kissing you with a slower, deeper passion now, like he’s determined to memorize the taste of you.

"Promise me this will mean something," you whisper, your fingers curling around his wrist just before he slides down your panties.

His gaze doesn’t falter. It burns—hungry, but steady. “It already does,” he says, his voice low and sure, as though you were the only thing in the world he couldn’t afford to lose.

He doesn’t need to say another word—you already know what you want. With your eyes locked on Sergei’s, you take his hand, guiding two of his fingers to your mouth. You wrap your lips around them, sucking slowly, deliberately. His breath hitches, and you can see the fire behind his gaze intensify.

“Sometimes I think you want to be my ruin,” he murmurs, voice low and drawn out, his fingers still in your mouth.

You let out a soft, sultry laugh, then pull back just enough to speak, your voice rich with teasing intent. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

Without giving space for any further flirting, you take the two fingers you licked from Sergei and press them against your pussy, guiding him to lightly massage your clit. He looks like he's going to explode with lust, feeling your wet pussy against his fingers. He then increases the movements of his fingers, eliciting a drawn-out moan from you. Your panties are no longer anywhere you can see, so you decide to heat things up even more.

You hold Sergei's fingers so he presses your pussy even more and you grind your hips. Not satisfied with just that, you pull down Sergei's pants and massage his cock through his underwear, feeling his pre-cum. Before you can say anything, he starts kissing your neck and puts his fingers inside your pussy, with precision while making back and forth movements.

"Sergei," you murmur, your voice almost shaking as you feel a wave of pleasure surround you. Sergei seems to notice the effect it has on you, perhaps by the way you squirm as he fingers you, or by the way you're holding him. He stops the movements with his fingers and then he bends down, soon passing his tongue through your pussy.

"I don't know if you know but your taste is devilishly delicious," he says before burying his face between your legs, sucking your clit hard. You lean over the counter, feeling his tongue explore your pussy with great dexterity. Your moans become louder and louder as Sergei devours you.

You hold his hair tightly, feeling your orgasm getting closer as he licks you like he's enjoying a dessert. Finally you melt, your cum dripping down your leg, but Sergei then licks it off. You pull him up, kissing him. The taste of your cum in his mouth feels like an aphrodisiac.

"I hope you're ready for me," Sergei murmurs against your mouth, pulling you by the waist, almost grabbing your ass, hard. You moan as you feel his fingers spread your legs. As he strips completely naked, you sucks the skin on his neck leaving a mark there. Your animal side wants him to have a mark to remember when he was there, on his knees, giving you pleasure.

He then pulls you tightly, wrapping your legs around his waist and then putting his cock in your pussy. You use your hips to help with the movements, feeling his cock practically bury itself inside you with each thrust.

You kiss him as he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper into you, as if he was loving the moans you make each time. In the middle of the kiss, you end up biting his lower lip, tasting his blood as soon as you break the kiss. He jerks, going even faster with his thrusting movements to the point where you feel his cock tightening inside your pussy.

When he is about to cum, he slaps your ass, lifting you up a little. Then you lean even more on his shoulders, fitting your head very close to his neck, feeling your body weaken as you feel Sergei almost reaching his limit. And as soon as you pull his hair back and lick from his neck to near his mouth, he cums.

"I think your taste will be etched into me forever," Sergei murmurs, still catching his breath. He remains inside you, your bodies pressed together as though, in that moment, you were one.

"Does that mean you'll never need to be this close to me again?" you ask with a small smile, your voice low, intimate. The sweat on his skin mixes with yours, and the warmth between you lingers, heady and familiar. There's something both vulnerable and deeply sensual in the way your body rests against his, in the way neither of you moves just yet. After so long apart, giving yourself to him again—completely, without barriers—feels like coming home.

He holds you tightly, then presses a kiss to the corner of your face before saying, “It means you won’t be able to push me away so easily—ever again.” His words come with a calm certainty that unsettles you. The idea of something lasting between you two—of being together in a more official, permanent way—is both comforting and terrifying. It feels like stepping into something entirely unknown.

“We’ll see about that,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss, reigniting the tension between your bodies.

Desire flares again, and soon you're lost in each other once more, fucking until exhaustion finally overtakes you. You collapse onto the floor, limbs tangled, sweat-damp skin pressed close, and drift into sleep right there—wrapped in each other’s arms.

When you wake up, Sergei is nowhere to be seen. You search for your babydoll, which is tossed near the kitchen counter, and slip it back on. Then you glance around the place, trying to find him, until you finally see him stepping out of Dmitri’s room.

“You could’ve woken me up. I could’ve gone to talk to Dmitri with you,” you say, lightly hitting his arm.

He watches you for a moment before replying, “It would’ve been useless. Dmitri still wants to leave. We had an argument, actually,” he adds, though his face doesn’t show much emotion.

“Maybe I should let him take it out on me. It’s fair,” you say, stepping forward as if to head into the room, but Sergei stops you.

“I think it’s better if you wait a bit. He won’t be pissed forever,” Sergei warns, then pulls you into an embrace from behind. There’s something profoundly comforting about being held like that—it almost feels like you’re two foolish lovers, lost in your own little world.

“You smell so good,” Sergei murmurs, his nose brushing the side of your neck as you lean back into him.

“That’s kind of you to say, but I probably reek of sweat and sex right now,” you reply, turning around and kissing him.

It’s a delicate kiss, unhurried and gentle. His lips move against yours with an unexpected tenderness, not demanding, not rushed—just deep, slow, and meaningful. It lingers, as if neither of you wants to let go. For some reason, it feels like a first kiss—like something sacred shared for the very first time, a rediscovery rather than a continuation.

“I have to head out. Can you take care of the crybaby while I’m gone?” he says against your lips, earning a playful smack on his arm.

“First of all, don’t call your brother a crybaby. And second, don’t forget—you could end up getting caught,” you reply, kissing his cheek as he gives you a faint smile.

After he leaves, you take your time in the shower, then get dressed and head toward Dmitri’s room, ready to speak with him. But before you can knock, Sergei bursts out violently, the door flying open as if he’d kicked it off its hinges. Ropes hang loosely from his wrists. His eyes are wild. “That little bastard!”

He looks around, breathing heavily, fury radiating from him. “He tied me up and left. He stole my face and ran.” You freeze, a sharp chill running down your spine.

That means… the Sergei you saw before your shower—the one you kissed, the one who smelled you—wasn't Sergei at all. It was Dmitri.

[leonw4nter]

Hellooo, may I request reader dating a Spiderman! Leon (I'm such as a sucker for re2 Leon and the thought of him as spiderman) hcs??? He thinks he does a good enough job covering up his superhero identity, but unfortunately for him reader had that figured out for quite a while. He's not as sneaky/careful as he thinks he is hehe

So If You Need A Hero, Just Look In The Mirror!

[Spiderman!RE2!Leon x GN!Reader]

Leon has long been Spiderman before he decided to date you, hiding this aspect of him when he was courting you to let him be your boyfriend. He felt guilty that he had to hide his masked persona from you but he knows that it’s for the best in order to keep everyone close to him safe. An ordinary 21 year-old officer in blues by day, a web-shooting hero swinging from the buildings of Raccoon City by night.

You know that Spiderman exists and you admire him, doodling his mask on the corners of blank papers when the day is slow and idle; what you don’t know is that your boyfriend is Spiderman. Yet even without that knowledge, you consider yourself incredibly lucky to have someone so gentle and kind like he is; not everyone has a boyfriend that is patient and slow to anger.

You both would schedule dates and Leon’s schedule is free when all of a sudden, he has to go somewhere and reschedule the date. He would always appear sheepish and regretful when he had to break the news to you, especially when you were so eager to try out the dishes at the restaurant you two had reserved. You asked about it and he always responded with “it’s complicated” in a bashful and silent voice so you thought that it had something to do with a difficult family situation or a tough work environment. He usually didn’t share about them and you didn’t prod for more information, offering comfort and reassurance instead yet you still wondered what disrupts his evenings like this. You were confused about this habit but not overly suspicious.

You noticed that Leon would frequently come home with small cuts and bruises to the face, arms, hands, and torso.

“Leon, what are they making you do at work?! Why do you always come home battered in bruises?!” You exclaim as you look at the cut in the high point of Leon’s cheek, light pink and still bleeding slightly. His face is on your palms, tilted to the side as you try to get a better look at his injuries.

“You know how crime is now, they’re getting more violent,” Leon explains as he tries to ease your worries. “A few delinquents got me but I’m still in one piece.”

“But still!” You reasoned as worry creased your forehead. “Aren’t there other officers with you too?”

“Yes there are and they’re just as injured as I am,” he responds. He really wants to give you the honest explanation of his wounds– the fact that they’re from fighting crime as a hero named after an arachnid and not because of a rough encounter with some petty criminals– but he can’t; it’ll put you in harm’s way. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I didn’t graduate at the top of my academy for nothing, did I?”

You sigh and nod, but not before you look Leon sternly in the eyes with a pout. “But that doesn’t mean you’re totally invincible, Leon.”

He smiles, listening to you scold him on and on while you dab ointment on his wounds.

Leon often catches things as they fall mid-air and reacts faster than the average person, which both his partner and coworkers notice. The station attributes the replacement of the old bookshelf due to his sharp senses, having informed the station that they had to find a new one to take its place. Leon simply heard a tiny, faint creak of one of the planks holding up dense files which meant that about any time now, if they didn’t take any action, it would collapse and cause a mess. He always explained it with him having a sharp sense of hearing and being agile but in reality, it’s because of his heightened senses that he developed after the bite.

Whenever the news of Spiderman comes in the news, he’s always ready to drop whatever he was doing and see himself on the TV by footage of people who've seen him with the mask and suit. He watches intently, worried that his identity would be leaked and even a single frame of his face would be identified even if he makes sure that his mask always stays on. You chalk up his keen fascination with the hero as admiration and being a fan-boy, chuckling at the sight of seeing his boyfriend look so serious as he watches the friendly neighbourhood hero save the day once again.

You went home early one day, pleased that your boss decided to close up hours ahead of your usual closing time. When you got home, the house was dark save for the small beam of light peeking through the gaps at the bottom of the storage closet’s door. Interested, you walked close and heard some thudding and heavy breathing coming from the closed door. You swiftly turn the knob and walk in to see Leon standing half naked in his boxer shorts and a red something bunched out behind him on the floor. New bruises and scratches adorned his muscular torso, yet to be cleaned and tended to by your boyfriend in front of you.

“Leon?!” You bellowed. “What the fuck were you doing?!”

His hands come up to cover the bruises, looking at you with a terrified expression as a flush blooms in his cheeks and chest.

“Listen, I can explain–”

“Are you cheating on me?! Is that a girl’s dress behind you–”

“No, sweetheart, please– I’m not cheating on you or anything like that! You know I’d never do that to you–”

“I’m giving you 3 minutes to talk, Kennedy. Start. Now.”

Leon fumbles around, trying to find something– anything– to cover up with but he gives up, nearly bare as he tries to survive the crushing pressure of the situation. He starts off by picking up the red something you eyed earlier, holding it out properly so you can truly see that it is not a dress but a bodysuit with details resembling webs.

“I’m… I’m Spiderman.”

“I have a mental facility on speed dial–”

“No!” He turns his wrist to face skyward and shoots a web that aimed for your phone, snatching it out of your grasp. Your cellphone is now in his hand. “Is that enough proof or do I also need to lay eggs like a spider does so you’ll believe me.”

“No!” Now it’s your turn to explain, swatting him on the shoulder as you take the phone back. “Fine, fine. I believe you. But I did have the idea that you’re him for a long time now.”

The color from Leon’s face drained again, heart threatening to burst inside his chest.

“How… how…” he quietly asked as he tried to inspect your expression, trying to name an emotion based on your face.

“I mean… when you’re suddenly gone in the evening when we go on dates, you say you’re going to the RPD but you don’t rush home to get your bag with your permit and badges and stuff. When I get home and you’re still gone, it’s just sitting at the foot of your bed. You also always smell like something burnt or maybe rusty, which you don’t normally smell like when you get home from work. And don’t get me started on your injuries– they’re way too much for a police officer who apprehends petty criminals from time to time.”

The blond is at a loss for words, mouth bobbing up and down but with no words coming out.

“You look like a fish,” you comment. He blinks to ground himself and tries to calm down.

“I thought I did a good job at hiding it,” he softly mutters.

“For a while, I thought you were cheating on me and then I thought you were some gruesome murderer or something.”

“What?! No!” He exclaims, his hands waving to dismiss the idea. “Cheat?! Murder?! No, I’d never!”

“Good. So… you really are Spiderman.”

“Yeah… kind of relieved that this is out now, though I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

You displayed some coldness towards your boyfriend for a little bit, letting him know that hiding things from you isn’t good and that he should’ve been open but you cut him some slack, acknowledging that he did it for your well-being and that it’s also hard on his part too because the weight of his double life can be crushingly heavy.

Leon’s become more comfortable, sometimes cracking a spider-related joke or two with you. Of course, he made you swear that you’ll be the only one to know who Spiderman really is and you promised– for the safety of everyone involved with Leon. Now with this information, sometimes you buy little spider-related trinkets or some Spiderman merchandise that stores sell to fluster him.

He’s decided to take it upon himself to teach you some self-defense moves in case a villain decides to use you to their evil plans in order to taunt Leon, a situation both of you hope will never happen.

One day, you asked Leon to wear the suit for you in your shared apartment. After locking all doors and shutting all blinds, he walks out of the storage closet he keeps his costume in and appears in front of you. He poses first and climbs to the ceiling, hanging upside down as he looks at you. Feeling a little daring that day, you ask if you can lift his mask up to the bridge of his nose and place a careful kiss on his lips as he’s still upside down, planning to ask you if you two can have upside down kisses more often after this one.

NOTE - Hi y'all! I'm back again (for now mwahaha) :D Thank you to graveyardgrrrrrl for requesting, hope you like this one 🤩 I'm so happy that I got to finish one request already, this one has been marinating in my doc for about a month now so I hope the wait is worth it! Thankful to the 4 hour free period I have to be able to cook this up >:) I've been up to a lot of things-- adjusting to a new school with a system different from my old school (I already lost aura multiple times...) and reading so I've been quite busy as I tried to come up with ideas for fics. I hope everyone's doing well, you got this and I believe in you :)) Anyway, that's all and thank you for reading my fics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I <333333333333 UUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The blue web divider is made by @adornedwithlight , the images are from Pinterest.

[asarajaa]

Hiii, can i request for wally angst?? I want read some his angst buttt not because his gone ykwim, but because of love/romantic angst

Hii, yes Ofc! Sorry for all the time that I’ve spend without answering, I’ve been focused in academics and stuff 💗💗

Warnings: fem!reader, angst romance, forbidden love (?) Words: 1291 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Wally and You, You and Wally, it meant the same thing. Since you were kids, you both have…developed an atraction towards each other, but not like everyone knew.

Wally, obviously, was an speedster like his uncle Barry, aka the Flash, and was an Speed Force user. You, on the other hand…well, all that I can say is that you have this peculiar gift.

You could steal someone’s or something’s cinetic energy. That was your gift. And you’ve been okay with that all your life, until your mentor introduced you to Barry and Wally when both of you were 13 years old.

Wally’s powers and yours were like if they almost repelled. When he got near you, your powers unconsciously saw his as an never ending buffet, taking and taking his energy even if you didn’t want to, which lead to Wally losing slowly but securely the speed of his Speed Force. You didn’t know how to stop taking and he didn’t know how to stop allowing you to take it.

It’s sure to say that this broke the two 13 years old kids hearts, having to stay away from each other even tho they knew they were soulmates, or as much of a soulmate would have a 13 year old.

With the pass of time, you both learned to control it but only a few moments. The record was 62 minutes, you tested it 3 month ago, but it ended with Wally almost passed out in your bed and you vibrating with a crazy hot temperature by all of the energy you received.

The logical decision would be to simply stop seeing each other, but they couldn’t do that, how could they? They knew each other from tip to toe, things about each other that no one else knew.

With that stubbornness, you’ve made thousands of FaceTimes and Calls that went for hours. No matter how many times Barry or your mentor tried to reduce your interactions for your own well being, they didn’t succeed in anything and always ended up with an overly tired Wally and an exaggerated energetic you.

At night, when Wally would come to your room to meet with you, you guys would forget about anything and anyone. He would just sit on your bed and wrap your stood up figure with his arms, around your waist while his forehead rested on your stomach, your hand running through his messy red hair.

Those nights, things would get complicated. But not because you would do things, no, but because you would learn about the others souls. You would talk about life crisis, you would cry, mourn, laugh and get angry at each other. But it didn’t matter how many times you tried to get a s/o, you just couldn’t. None of them had ginger hair, none of them had sparkly green eyes and none of them was Wally. At the end, you would always return towards the other, always close but never close enough.

Things didn’t need to be told between you two, you just knew.

I love you. You would spell on his back when you two where laid in your bed, his face on your neck as you scratched his back, writing all the thing you couldn’t dare to say out loud.

I love you. He would show, when his pupils dilated at the very less thought about you, his green pigment being less visible as you passed your finger tips through his forehead, taking his hair out the way in a try to see them better.

You would show always how much you love each other, but not the words, never the words. Neither of you could afford it, knowing that in some minutes, you’ll have to get apart for the good of your well being, knowing that it was a promise neither of you could afford to make, knowing that for the sake of the world, you needed to be away from each other.

But God, it hurts, so, so much. You would steal glances across the room whenever you were in a hero meeting, both of your mentors standing beside each one of you, with a big warning in their eyes, message clear.

You would receive gifts from him and him from you, you would want to cry your eyes out when you’d notice how the curfew was slowly approaching, Wally’s body exposing himself as he started to move and talk slower while yours would start to be more awake and energetic.

If you decide to just be happy and love each other, you’d regret it. It would only cause pain, both of you draining until the point there wasn’t no energy in his soul and yours had too much that you couldn’t resist it.

“I would recognize you in another lifetime.” Wally murmured one night, kneeled in front of you while you were sat on your bed, Wally helping you to put your shoes on before tangling the laces.

“All of me?” You would whisper back, locking eyes with him as you felt how your body was more energetic than usual and his speak more slower.

“Entirely.” He promised “You could have green or blue eyes, I think I’d recognize you in completely different bodies.”

You just stare back at him, believing every words because you know he means it.

5 more minutes. You would beg in your head to every type of gods or divine presence you knew about.

Being careful, you put your hand on his cheek and pressed gently your forehead against his.

“In another life.” You would state in a whisper, voice shaken and with a hint of a promise.

“In another life, yes.” He would answer with a raspy voice, his fingers brushing a tear that slide through your cheek before resting his hand on one of your lower rips, where a small W was tattooed in ink and matched the tattoo of your initial in his back.

Everyone knew that you two had something, but they didn’t knew nothing, they just scratched the surface, not knowing even in the slightest about the complications of their situation.

Weeks passed and when Wally came to you room at night with a simple paire of rings and a paper for you to sign, you would take it without a second though and signed the paper without hesitation.

You never told anyone, you couldn’t. You would have to keep it a secret that would be revealed only when one of you died. When it was time to read your testament and then, and only then, your silent promise would be revealed.

Maybe, but just maybe, you could be together in another life. You could have a true wedding ceremony, with a long, white and elegant dress. Maybe Wally would cry when he saw you walking down the altar. You could travel the toward, hold hands without a limited time and accepting him with all of your might. You could even have a mix of you and him walking around your house, you could have children.

But that wasn’t this life. In this life, your love story must be a secret and you know it. You won’t see each other in a long time only for you to be a maximum of one hour together if you can.

In this life, you would have to deny him progeny, deny him for eternity. In this one, your lifetime of love didn’t need to (or more so ever couldn’t) leave any evidence.

In this life, Wally West couldn’t be yours completely, he would be more of the world than yours. But at least your shared love is true, you loved each other, and true love isn’t real unless it’s returned.

So sorry for taking so long, I’ve been busy with personal problems buttt now I think I’m back (?).

I hope you enjoyed the reading, it didn’t convince me 100% but it’s currently 2:22am so it’s the best I got.

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© asarajaa — Please, do not copy, translate or reuse my work without my permission.

[technically-a-kiwi]

Here's the rest babyyyyy

Part 1 | Part 3

Some quotes because I couldn't find the energy to draw this:

C Pep: Can you help me ?

C Noise, smoking and grining : How about you help yourself to some gym courses Nahahaha! C Pep pulls out a candy out of his pocket : I'll-a give you this if you do C Noise throws his cigar up in the air: Okay nevermind I'm in

*C Pep and C Noise are looking down menacingly at a planet* C Pep : ... sodas ? C Noise : *shakes head in disagreement* hum-hum, mustard and ketchup. *Suddenly, the oceans of the planet turn into mustard oceans and the lakes and sources into ketchup.* *Both entities laugh and giggles* Eldritch being : Bow to me worthless being, your power is nothing but a speck compared to mine... C Pep : What if I hit you with-a this sandal reaaaally hard ? Eldritch being : ... HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THA- *Gets squashed like a mosquito* C Pep as he looks at Cancer: See piccolitto ? When someone bad-mouths you, you must call an adult so they can slap them across the face for-a you .

Now that the main two have been properly developed, here's a little info on cosmic Pepperman.

here's some older drawings, I thought I'd share it now or they'll never see the light of the day...

In this version, he's no longer a cosmic entity but just an eldritch entity, not quite as powerful but still enough to absolutely desimate entire worlds

What brought such a being into existence you may ask ?

Well, all of the magic and pride from every Pepperman in the multiverse formed a entity at the image of their paintings. Don't think of him as Pepperman tho, he's not, he's but a mear incarnation of pride and ego, a very one dimensional on in fact, he litteraly doesn't know his name is Phil, any complicated deep feelings simply don't exist for him.

He just loves to brag about his beauty, his art (especially his art) and power, very irritating guy...

mini comic time:

He HATES C Peppino, not because he undermined him the first time he met him, it's because he can't accepte the fact that the power of creation is owned by a stressed out messy old man, and not the MIGHTY Pepperman.

Now, the Ticket Stand

First, let's clarify this: the Ticket stand is the booth with the entity inside, the entity inside is just called "Ticket stand guy"

The Ticket Stand guy is an entity of the void, it came to life after absorbing a small flame from C Pep's primordial fire. It just passes time by selling it's services as a reality warper for the fair price of $10.

I've already quite developed it's story, so I'll just give you some doodles

C Noise thinks it's funny, and pointless. Why would the void need personification ? And why choose a F. Pep ?

C Pep thinks he's more of a hasard than anything, not very fond that a void entity is casually going around the multiverse. But it seems calm enough, so he let's it live. Pretty much every eldritch entities in the cosmic realm can destroy the multiverse if they wanted so... yeah...he's used to it

and now, Noisette !

Noisette is a little star traveler ! She wonders throughout realms atop her umbrella.

She's quite the bubbly chatter box, and loves to hear adventures from other people.

Here she isn't fond of C Noise at all, she thinks he's an obnoxious weirdo

She likes C Pep tho, he's a funny man

She's not very developed I'm sorry, but I love her and her design and couldn't bring myself to ignore her.

And uuuh idk now... I still have some stuff...

hum... oh! Not so fun fact, C Pep and C Noise know about the au's previous versions, everytime I change my mind the world resets but not their memory, their power may change from time to time but other than that that's all. C Pep's gotta remake a new patch of universes everytime... oh god, glad it's the final version...

Now, random shit idk :

just putting this here so I remember I have to finish this drawing.

This was the first ever Cosmic Noise drawing, back at january when he was just called "Nebulla Noise"

hehe, bluepino

Oh, remember Nebulosa Peppino ? Here's Nebulosa Noise, well technically here's the preparatory photo

Cool isn't it ? Idk if I'll ever finish him, I don't think I will now...

And here's C Pep using one of his beta color palettes, back when I wanted him to harbor dark blues to blend with the cosmos, with white glowing eyes stairing at you from the abyss, of course the original didn't look nearly as good as this, I had to tweak it up a little

This is a scraped mini comic I made, I didn't post it due to it's poor quality, but what the hell I'll post it now

And this is a whole lot more bigger scrapped comic starring C Noise and the soon to be C Noisette of this version. I never bothered to finish it because back when I made it, I barely had an idea of what the AU is about and it just didn't match with my idea of the Cosmic AU eventually. You can try to read it, but I warn you it's full of weird shit.

This is also a scrapped comic. In this story, C Pep creates out of a burst of creativity a cheese town with a cheese castle, cheese people with their cheese king and queen (none of them are sentient). Eventually the town is attacked by space rats (yes, space rats are a thing), C Pep beats them off effortlessly but got flamed up in the heat of the fight, in his absolute shock he sees that his flames didn't melt anything in the town, after repairing some buildings that broke during the fight, he leaves... but he didn't realise that during the fight his primordial fire gave sentience to all cheese people who witnessed his heroic acts. The cheese people immediately start to carve, write and sing about the story of The Mighty Cosmic chef, creator and hero of Cheesetopia. It was fun in my head but I eventually got a little bored and passed on some other projects.

Part 3

[aceof-stars]

Manfred von Karma!

Thank you for the ask <3 (to every else who sent me a character ask, I'm working on it :)

First impression

I actually never hated him or had strong feelings about him. I was introduced to AA through narumitsu fanfic but I knew I wanted to play the games so I avoided everything with spoilers, including everything Manfred. I guess I just thought of him vaguely as a villain and Miles' mentor/father figure.

Impression now

He's one of my favorite Ace Attorney characters. I have him at 4th but honestly, maybe he's 3rd now?? I have developed an attachment to this ridiculous evil man. I love him so much. I wish there was more canon content of him, but I think he's an interesting character with a lot of room for nuance.

Favorite moment

He doesn't really have many canon moments (and I haven't played AAI). But probably when he gloated Phoenix into cross-examining Polly the parrot and it's implied that he witness-coached a parrot. Manfred, you are an insane person.

Idea for a story

I just want to see a story where Manfred is force-fed a redemption arc. Like for example a no DL-6 AU where Gregory manages to get a Manfred properly investigated for forging evidence. But to ensure he doesn't get another penalty, Manfred tries to frame another prosecutor to throw Gregory off his trail.

Only, Manfred finds out that the person he is framing is actually guilty of forging evidence. Manfred has to follow through with his plan and gets dragged into working with Gregory. Gregory is surprised but grateful that Manfred has been so helpful in weeding out corruption in the prosecutor's office, and wants to befriend/ally with Manfred. Manfred is seething with hatred. (Oh and eventual Shingou :)

Unpopular opinion

Manfred as a character deserves a lot more nuance. There's... a lot to talk about but these are the three main things I have a strong opinion on:

1) He was a flawed parent and I think it's more interesting to explore those flaws than to just label him abusive for the sake of villainizing him.

2) It does not makes sense for Manfred to be sexist/homophobic/etc. Simply because I don't think he cares enough to hate a group of people like that. He is very rational, efficient, and his perfectionism is focused on his prosecuting career. If anything, he discriminates against defense attorneys (lmao).

3) Manfred didn't brainwash or force Miles into becoming a prosecutor. I'm sure Manfred was influential but Miles had his own reason to be a prosecutor that stemmed from DL-6. Miles was also always a perfectionist (the paper cranes thing) and the von Karma family brand of perfectionism just amplified it.

Favorite relationship

Shingou!! <3 (Gregory Edgeworth/Manfred von Karma)

Defense attorney/prosecutor ship, toxic enemies to lovers, doomed romance, or super slowburn (if no DL-6 AU), bitter courtroom rivals turned bickering old married couple (who still duke it out in court), co-parenting Miles and Franziska (before officially getting together).

Favorite headcanon

Manfred did love Franziska and Miles (in his own way). Regarding Miles, Manfred saw him as a symbol of his failures (the penalty Gregory gave him and the shot in his shoulder). So Manfred struggled a lot when he began to actually care about Miles. When Miles's perfect record was broken, Manfred saw it as a threat to his own perfection. (I hope that makes sense. I do need to think about this more to solidify the headcanon. I just love complicated von Karma family dynamics)

[tobiasdrake]

How do you feel about the concept of patriotism?

Complicated.

One of the problems that we have as a society is a sort of... sports team loyalty to high concept structures of organizing people born out of a sense of indoctrinated inertia.

We're all born into certain categories. Race, sex, all that biological stuff. But we're also given a national identity, a religious affiliation, a cultural background. Maybe even a political party or economic philosophy. A white American Christian male child at six months old is white, American, Christian, and male. But he cannot possibly fathom what any of those things mean. He's been designated as those things but he has no relationship to any of them.

A parent might dress their child in shirts that say "GO WOKE GO BROKE" or "ACAB". But that kid doesn't know what that means. They're being used by a parent as a walking billboard. They just know that these are words that make their parent's friends smile and pat them on the head.

A lot of things are decided for a child before they're old enough to understand them. And as they grow into the identity their parents designated for them, sometimes they'll start to question those things and sometimes they won't. Or they'll question some things and not others.

And so with a lot of these categories, there's this broad disconnect. On the one side, you have people who clearly have developed a strong, personal connection with their particular identity. And then you have what amount to sports fans. "I root for the Cincinnati Bearcats because I was born in Cincinnati and they're our basketball team. Go Cincinnati Bearcats!"

And it's like that with every identity category. Some people have developed comprehensive philosophies on what masculinity, femininity, or being nonbinary personally means to them. And some are like, "Uh, my genitals say male."

Some people have a deep and complex relationship with their religion. And some people are just performing the rituals their parents taught them to perform because it's what you do when you're born into a certain culture. Some people have a reason to worship and some just never found a reason to stop.

That's behavior by inertia. It's when I believe or do something because my dad told me it was correct when I was 3 and I didn't really give it much thought afterward. It's just... become a base assumption of my worldview.

I am a person who has, over the course of my life, had to challenge a lot of base assumptions I didn't really think about for a long time.

And national identity is much the same. Like, you will rarely find someone that is more genuinely patriotic than an immigrant. Because that is someone who is in the country they are in on purpose. They made an active choice to say, "This is the country I want to be a part of," and put in a lot of effort to make that happen.

But there are also a lot of people who proudly, devoutly boast their patriotism... and are just rooting for the Cincinnati Bearcats. My country is superior to all other countries because it is the country I was born into, and my Dad told me it's the best one.

(National and cultural propaganda also plays a role in this, of course. The nice man on the news shit-talking all the other countries makes it a lot easier to blindly cheer for the Cincinnati Bearcats.)

I actually know nothing about the Cincinnati Bearcats. I just picked Cincinnati at random for this example and then googled their basketball team. I hope I'm not shit-talking a really good and culturally important team. XD

In any case, like I said, it's complicated. One of the hardest things I ever had to do was unpack a lot of the ideas and beliefs I held and sort through which ones I believed because I'd actually taken the time and thought about it, and which ones I'd simply been given unquestioningly by someone else.

And it makes these sorts of topics very complicated for me now.

[miupow]

You asked for werewolf skz asks, but please bless us with your Crave universe skz headcanons of what they're all like within the pack, and with reader! I beg on my knees! 🙏

oh cee my beloved.. you always know just what to ask to get me yapping ♥️

craveverse [ skz edition ] — meet the pack !

CHAN ; pack leader !

takes his position as pack leader very seriously. once a gentle, hardworking village boy named christopher, attacked and turned and left to die, chan sympathizes with reader the most in terms of her humanness and will often defend her when she is at odds with the other boys. deeply protective over her and his pack. doesn't mind being teased or argued with (and is often the butt of jokes) but he expects his orders to be followed, and he will always have the final say.

MINHO ; chan's right hand man

all pack decisions go through minho first before they go through chan. while chan is a great leader, minho is known for having the most brains, and being the most logical when it comes to solving problems. chan relies on him heavily for sharing the burden of taking care of his pack, and respects his opinion even if he disagrees. he was totally against bringing you into the pack and takes it out on you by being a cold, aloof meanie... but you're just so cute and vulnerable... he cannot stand bratty behavior, and will put you back in your place without hesitating <3

CHANGBIN ; second bicep in command

if minho is chan's right hand man, then changbin is his left lol. he may be strong and intimidating, but he really is just a sweet, thoughtful gentleman!! protective over the younger boys and is always worried about what is in the best interest of everyone rather than focusing on what he wants, so selfless and in control of his instincts <3 but you make him think in selfish, primal ways like never before..

HYUNJIN ; conflicted

suffers from middle child syndrome lol, does what he wants because he refuses to listen to any orders that don't directly benefit him (or unless it's an emergency). hes loveable and kind, a gentle soul that loves art, but he just can't get enough of seeing how far he can push you until you break, until the others intervene... he's fine with you being a little plaything for them, but he's not sure if he's as fine with his packmates quickly developing feelings for you...

JISUNG ; menace to society

the others just enable his chaotic and unhinged behavior tbh. he's constantly getting in trouble for not following orders but he usually gets off with just a slap on the wrist because he's just a silly little guy !! he was the one who begged for his pack to keep you once they got ahold of you, just so enamored with the little human girl who made his life more interesting and made his chest feel so funny... and he's not shy to show you and others about how obsessed he is with you

FELIX ; simply sunshine !

he wasn't all that into the pack keeping you captive, but if that's what the others wanted he wouldn't fight them... and besides, he's growing more and more understanding of why they wanted to keep you around. you're just so sweet, makes his heart flutter and his freckled cheeks heat up, he just wants to be the reason why you're smiling so he does all he can to make you happy and comfortable... he would never take advantage of you though, "play" with you like his packmates do! not unless you wanted him to...

SEUNGMIN ; champion tsundere

he hates humans because of his dark past, his life before he joined his new family... and that deep seated hatred most certainly extends to you, a weak, sniffling little human girl getting in the way of everything and making his life more complicated. just a big old meanie to you, so cold and nasty, makes you cry even... but behind his seemingly impenetrable walls he's slowly growing a soft spot for you he cannot ignore. now on top of his bullying he's grown incredibly protective of you; you're just like a little pup to him, stupid and innocent and in need of protecting. the boys know exactly how he's feeling though, they just know him far too well.. and they tease him relentlessly for it.

JEONGIN ; baby alpha !

youngest pack member, sweet and energetic with a heart of gold! but he's still young, and doesn't have the greatest control over his wolfish instincts... he just can't help but lose control sometimes, scares reader off with his sudden aggression or possessiveness. and sure, maybe he's not the best at following the rules, or relying on his mind rather than his heart... it doesn't help that he's coddled by his older packmates; he just doesn't know any better, okay?

[snapdragonling]

2, 12, 14 and 19 for ozy, cian and imbris?

u spoil me!! | oc creation questions

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

ozy — once I'd decided to play a character involved with the Owl i definitely took them into consideration as I was developing Ozy! that's my weird ominous god 🧡 i took the King into account as well, given how deeply his autocratic rule dictated (and "justified") Ozy's priorities. i also thought about the existing party composition as i was choosing a class since i wanted to role fill (i obviously didn't know about Dai's multiclass at that point but THANK GOD tbh because can you imagine if we didn't have paladin on paladin violence? a sadder universe)

cian — i was heavily influenced by the Dreamer stuff and the Anders/Justice relationship in DA2, although funnily enough I wasn't actually thinking about Justice directly at the time, I was thinking about a Dragon Age AU i'd made for Middy years ago where she was carrying a Spirit of Hope around 😭 two degrees of separation.

imbris — nope, i'm pretty sure he was born entirely from wanting to play a genasi and a rogue!

12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

ozy — his mindset/POV is so insane and i often struggle to nail it down in writing. it's a lot easier post-campaign now that his emotions aren't obscured by quite as many layers of repression, but he's still just a weird guy with a really complicated way of processing things. he's also fucking difficult to draw and i especially struggle with muscular people but that's the bed i made so i have to lie in it 😩

cian — i keep having really grand ideas for cian art that i just do not have the energy for right now!! there's a comic i want to draw but we KNOW how i feel about comics!! maybe eventually.....ough.

imbris — when i'm writing him i always struggle to find the right balance between "loud indignant English guy" and "not annoying to read". it's slightly easier now that i've aged him up, but i simply can't read a bunch of my older writing at this point, jesus christ.

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

ozy — 1.) when in doubt he's usually dry and self-deprecating. 2.) he's still unlearning his old way of seeing the world/himself, it's gonna take a long time, and he's not gonna be graceful about any of it.

cian — 1.) he will literally always try the gentle way first but he's a doctor so he knows that sometimes you need to be brusque. 2.) he's trying really really really hard to keep a meltdown at bay rn.

imbris — 1.) the confidence is sometimes completely real but often pure bluster. 2.) he's loud and squawky but sooooo squishy inside.

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

ozy — Kallux tucked Ozy's hair behind his ear in the Abyss and Ozy simply did not process it. surface thoughts were just [static sounds]. he was not in the right mental state to realise what the subtext was, or why it made his brain kick down several gears, or why his endorphins did??? something??? meanwhile his nervous system was rattling the bars of its cage and his subconscious was gearing up for Dramatic Acts of Devotion without consulting Ozy at all.

cian — the way everyone thought his mentor was gonna be a nice chill dude because Cian's such a nice chill dude 😊 Cian's relationship with Athras is so complicated and delicious to me it really is.

imbris — he does so much better in AUs where he has a creative outlet and i think it's so endearing. get this guy a microphone or dance classes so he can stop jumping off buildings and running from the cops. crazy what friends + one (1) hobby will do for you.

[ails-of-ardor-au]

You know what would be interesting? If Snowkit survived and later became the leader after Goldenstar. His mother instead taking the hit by the hawk and unfortunately getting a injury she couldn't heal from. Snowkit would have no other family as, from the wiki, his sister is dead, his father died properly after going to the elder den? His mother would've died. However, it is mentioned Goldenflower as his sister too.

So! Maybe Snowkit was a kitten found and let to stay in Thunderclan. No one claiming him, due to one reason or another. Perhaps Speckletail wanted to, but grief over losing Mistlekit made her unfortunately not ready to take in a kit so soon. So Snowkit was simply left alone. (It's not mentioned he was young enough to still need milk, so probably just at apprentice age before dying.) Therefore, no family ties, and would face challenges due to his disability, but in the end succeed.

That’s so valid though…

Snowkit could have been found, as it’s pretty clear when a kitten is deaf as soon as they’re up and about, and his dame could have thought he wouldn’t last long and abandoned him near Clan territory to at least give him a fighting chance, as the Clans have built up a reputation for “taking in the unwanted”.

A kitten’s hearing develops around two weeks, and the average nursing time for a kit is roughly 3-to-4 weeks. Snowkit could be around one moon old exactly: young enough for his lack of hearing not to be immediately clocked by ThunderClan while still needing milk, but old enough to reasonably survive on his own for at least a day or so until he’s found by a patrol.

Speckletail lost her litter of Mistlekit (and maybe others) due to complications caused by her old age; it’s a miracle she, herself, wasn’t lost. The Clan, although guiltily, breathes a sigh of relief; if those kittens had lived, they would have ruled out their only hope of leadership, i.e. Goldenflower. But when Snowkit is brought to ThunderClan, Speckletail agrees to nurse him as a way to get over some of her grief plus out of necessity; she doesn’t adopt him, but I think it would be cute if she stuck around out of the elder’s den long enough to even train him personally. Stubborn Speckletail teaching Snowkit not only how to sign, but to stick up for himself? Sign me up!!

For pride month as well lol, we could also state that Snowkit grows up and comes out as aro-ace, which automatically wins him massive favor in the “Goldenstar’s successor race”. He becomes a fierce warrior, a bold advocate for other disabled cats, and he brings a new language to the Clans; they’d need to learn for talks with ThunderClan’s pure white leader, after all!

LOVE THIS!!

[justsomefangirlie]

Being a Child of Alistair Crump/Hatbox Ghost…

Inspired by @youngstarfishphilosopher, @moonlit-imagines & @shenanigans-and-imagines headcanons writing ✍️…

. To say that whatever relationship he had with you is ‘complicated’ would be an understatement.

. In his own strange and cold way he did care about you, but it often fell in the category of your his child so their for your his, his belonging.

. In his own weird way he actually was trying to be a better father then his, he actively tried not to be like his father with you. Avoid making the same decisions, but just because he tried not to be like him he didn’t notice or realize how he was a flawed parent in his own way.

. A majority of your childhood and even adolescence’s was spend within the walls and grounds of the family manor, whatever you’d need he’d just bring to you and he didn’t like the idea of you going out and interacting with anyone outside of the manor.

. He generally just didn’t want you out of his sight.

. The only way you were sure that he did love you was through acts of gift giving. You had the best toys any child could ask for and it was mostly because he hoped it’d distract you long enough to not ask to go outside for awhile.

. His possessiveness over you stemmed from the fact that you were not only his only child and heir, but you were the child he had with his first wife (and only one he was attached too) Emily De Claire.

. Who went missing when you were young and you were only a few months old when she did so you didn’t have much memories of her.

. Since you didn’t know Alistair behavior and treatment of you was not the most ideal parent-child relationship, you didn’t know that as a child and being the only parent you had you were close to him.

. Or more attached to him. Following him around like a lost duckling during his large parties events, which of course he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the opportunity to brag and show you off to his guests.

. You had a love for music, and he had gotten you lessons to play classical or piano, which he’d often encourage you to do for a couple guests he wanted to impress with his child’s musical skills.

. It was one of your happier memories of your time with him seeing how proud he looked while he watched you play.

. It was only as you got older you realized how overbearing and cold he really could be.

. As you grew older and he continued having his lavished parties, the attention of potential suitors arise.

. Much to his dismay, he never planned to betroth you off to anyone, both reasons being he found no one, high society or not worthy of you, and that they’d take you away from him. Away from his grasp and control.

. (I’m imaging a sort of Phantom and Melanie Ravenswood from Phantom Manor scenario ensuing, honestly that could be the two of you’d relationship in general).

. The first successful suitor that got your attention and you started to develop feelings for went missing ‘under mysterious circumstances’ within a month.

. At first you thought it was your fault or they simply lost interest and it devastated you (Alistair was there to comfort you in an uncharacteristically kind way).

. But then suitors two and three came along, the same thing, suddenly upped and vanished within a few weeks of knowing them.

. You never made the connection until after your father’s own death (or murder rather) at the hand of his staff in your late adolescence’s.

. While it was shocking in a way you weren’t surprised considering how you’d witness him treat them over the years.

. You inherited the manor and not long after got yourself another suitor who stuck around for much longer then the others.

. You never wanted to believe the rumors but your being the one who may have made your previous suitors ‘disappear’ seemed much more likely now.

. You eventually decided that you’d never speak of it or of him ever again. You kept him and his alleged activities of participating in dark arts a secret from both your partner and own children.

. Decades passed and the Crump manor was bought by a practicing and amateur theater actor, Vic and his friend Pat.

. (Putting it out here but I came up with a funny theory/headcanon that either Vic or Pat, mostly Vic, could be a descendant of Alistair crump and that’s how they bought the manor. Probably means nothing but I just thought it’d be interesting and funny to bring up here.)

. And would soon be visited by a part of a group that were currently dealing with the very vengeful spirit of your father at that moment. To find clues about him.

Hope you enjoyed!!!

A quick headcanon piece I put together since I was inspired…

Bye!!!

[no-psi-nan]

In my post-canon fic series, Akechi becomes friends with Kusuke in adulthood, often visiting his lab to hang out and play games and chat. (This happens well past what I've posted so far though lol)

Akechi is openly non-binary, and makes a bet with Kusuke over a game, like they usually do, for custom hormone replacement treatment as a prize. Akechi wins and Kusuke studies pharmaceuticals and stuff to make him a course of hormones that will give him more feminine features while still keeping a lot of his masculine features.

Anyways I ended up writing this character introspective moment between Akechi and Kusuke that I thought was neat:

Akechi's quarterly physical is a boring regular affair on the couch at Kusuke's lab. It's just a simple checkup to see how well Kusuke's custom blend of sex hormones was working to give Akechi the perfectly ambiguously gendered figure of his dreams.

But for Akechi, undressing - even just to the waist - is always a grand production.

Off comes his suit jacket, and he takes the time to hang it up neatly to avoid wrinkles.

Then he unhooks his suspenders from the back, pulling the straps forward to tie in a neat little bow to keep them out of the way without having to remove them entirely.

The way he unbuttons his dress shirt is always so prim and practiced too, each twist of his wrists at once mechanical and dramatic.

Akechi's bright gaze meets Kusuke's then.

"It used to be that I only considered mirrors to be utilitarian things," he says, "useful for ensuring that my clothes were tidy and my hair neat, or occasionally for a closer perspective on some blemish or bruise. But lately, whenever I catch sight of myself in the mirror, I smile, and it's this unintentional, unbidden outburst of joy – a wild thing that I would never have considered possible at such a mundane occurrence. Had I felt 'wrong' in my old body? Certainly not– I was reasonably satisfied with it at the time. But these latest developments have, in a sense, elevated my everyday experience, increased the background baseline of my mood. And for that, I am truly thankful, Kusuke. We both know that our gambling antes are farcical, more of an excuse to share in an experience than a true wager. And yet you've granted me such an enormous boon, at no little cost of your own. I have some idea of how much time you spent studying human biology and pharmaceuticals in order to prepare this treatment regimen for me. Time you could have perhaps better spent developing your own inventions and theorems. Yet you have been nothing but professional and attentive with me throughout these years. I would like to thank you wholeheartedly for everything."

And of course, Kusuke would have complicated feelings about his closest and practically only friend, so...

Kusuke looks away from Akechi to the other side of his couch, uselessly hiding his expression from someone who knows his emotions better than himself.

"No problem," he says. "It's fun."

"You want more," Akechi states simply, no judgment in his tone.

Kusuke frowns.

It's true.

As much as he enjoys Akechi's company, and the time they spend fiddling with Kusuke's machines and playing crazy little games for mostly meaningless antes, there's something missing.

Kusuke doesn't know what it is, but he feels it in his chest when Akechi bounces into his lab like he's in his own home. He feels it when Akechi whips up a bizarre new treat as if his lab was a kitchen and offers Kusuke a bite right out of his fingers. He feels it when Akechi stays the night, snoring away on the couch while Kusuke silently writes journal papers and grant proposals.

Akechi's gaze is kind enough to hurt.

Anyways from here I wrote a fic where they settle into a friends-with-benefits kind of relationship but because Kusuke is still a big weirdo no matter how much he's calmed down, the resulting fic is extremely unhinged.

(The full fic is rated E and easy to find, but mind the tags, it's truly the wildest thing I've posted so far lol)

But I figured some people might enjoy reading the premise so here it is <3 This lore was actually explained previously in an Aikechi mini-comic but I think most people missed the punchlines so hopefully this is a clearer version of Nopsi's Trans Enby Akechi Lore!

[helloimjennsco]

do you have any random alien Stede facts you can share that won't be spoiler? I really like the au and want to know more.

Ahhh thank you so much!! 😍

I am THIS CLOSE to finishing up chapter 9, if I can get my brain to cooperate and get life to stop life-ing long enough to finally wrap things up. In the meantime, here are a few fun(?) alien!Stede facts from my notes and/or brain!

(The following facts pertain to my fic The Wondrous Journey of Stede Bonnet, Human Pirate Captain, a canon-adjacent OFMD AU which begs the question, "What if Stede Bonnet were secretly an alien the entire time?" It's mostly very funny, but also features a fair amount of identity crises and ruminating about the inherent complications of human relationships because overthinking things is my passion. 💀 If that sounds interesting to you, follow that link!)

While the being currently known as Stede Bonnet doesn't have a 'name' of his own, he DOES have a sort of unique intergalactic ID number for situations (like official documents) where more specific identification is important. His is ZX 00916424 SRG-8 (pronounced: 'Zed Ex Double-Oh Nine' with the rest as you'd expect it.) The only mention of this so far is in the title of a mini-podfic of alien!Stede's humble fuckery suggestion from chapter 7 that the talented just_a_perfect_day did for Halloween last year!

Much like the human Stede Bonnet, alien!Stede hated the parties on his own world. Granted, most of the 'parties' were more glad-handing celebrations of recent conquests or exciting new discoveries, which meant they were usually pretty shitty parties to begin with. But without fail, he'd always end up cornered by the most boring blowhard at the party who could simply NOT stop bragging to him about their role in the recent whatever-it-was-they-were-celebrating. (His friend always used to tell him that he was far too accommodating and that he should simply walk away from them if they're being boring, but he didn't want to come off as rude—or worse, insufficiently enthused about conquest.)

While there are no flowers on his homeworld, the geology of the planet results in some extremely cool rocks sometimes farther out from the city. On the rare occasions he got to go to leave the city, he DEFINITELY snuck home a favorite rock every time. He keeps his collection of cool rocks tucked away in the auxiliary wardrobe inside of a little metal box. Maybe one day he'll show them to Ed?

It was mentioned in chapter 4 that delivering the intimidating invader speeches was one of the only things he actually liked about his previous occupation and that he thought he was pretty good at them. This is, in fact, an understatement—he is actually so good at them that he's developed a bit of a reputation for it. (Not many others from his world bother to talk much at all during the invasion process, let alone deliver full-on villain speeches.) Unfortunately for him, no one has bothered to inform him of this, so he remains unaware that his 'intimidating invader speeches' are such a hot topic of conversation in certain intergalactic circles.

Alien!Stede's father is not actually his 'father' in the biological sense. Nearly all of the planet's young are bioengineered in labs in order to cherry pick the most optimal genetic traits for the role to which they are most likely to be assigned—based on current and projected levels of supply and demand—and then raised and educated communally until they're old enough to be assigned to their respective roles. His 'father' is more of a caregiver/mentor who was assigned to him once he was officially designated as Invader Class. (Have you read The Giver? With the whole 'coming of age job assignment' ceremony at the beginning? Kind of like that, except if Jonas actually went to live with The Giver afterwards.)

Like the rest of the people on his homeworld, alien!Stede in his natural form has three little curved indentions on either side of his head. When he's feeling especially strong emotions (happy, angry, etc.) little frilly ridges sprout up from each of the curves. Objectively, it's adorable—however, because most other beings in the universe usually only see this happen when his people are engaging in gruesome acts of violence, 'adorable' is not usually the first adjective that comes to mind when the little frilly ridges make their appearance.

Thank you so much for reading and for asking fun questions like these!! I hope these lil bits of trivia have been fun!! 💜💜💜