#shes just. scared and confused :( she doesnt know why shes here :(

[watermel0ns-dumb-cringe]

Heavy sketch but. Fuck you. More AUs bc I'm insane. Throws Little Doe AU at like a rock covered in glitter (I will yap abt it if u ask me trust)

(Also sorry for lack of paranormal activity I haven't worked on it in a hot minute other than the animatic 💔 pls forgive me for that)

[classyrbf]

SHE'S A SUCCUBUS! — CHOSO KAMO

SYNOPSIS...as a sex demon, she can always sense the horny virgin boy who’s dying to lose his virginity

INFO...choso x succubus!reader, sub!choso, virgin!choso, somnophilia, riding, overstim, creampie, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), slight ass eating, cum eating, doggy, squirting, choso is super needy and eager, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Choso always felt left out when his friend would constantly talk about all the girls they’ve been with, all the experiences they had and what crazy shit they always got into. He’d just sit there, silent. He couldn’t relate to them not one bit. The closest he’s ever to having sex is his right hand or a sex toy. No girl ever looked his way, and his confidence was crushed. They’d only go after his friends, practically drooling over them. Not one of them spared a glance towards Choso.

He was begging to lose his virginity, dying to know what real pussy felt like, how soft tits felt in his hands or even some ass. God, don’t even get him started on wondering what it feels like to receive head. His friends swear it’s the best thing ever as long as the girl knows what she’s doing. He always watches porn, the women on their knees, slobbering all over the man dick like it was some divine dessert. He loved watching the way their pussies wrapped around the mans dick, just imagining how wet and warm it is. He was a lost cause. At this point, he was ready to pay someone to take his virginity. Literally.

And just like any other night, he goes back home, ready to fuck his fist to another average porn video before dozing off to sleep. He’s been extremely horny lately, more than usual and he can’t understand why. Not to mention the wet dreams he’s been having, waking up to cum in his pants like he’s a damn teenager. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, feeling the need to cum more and more everyday.

Hours later, he’s fast asleep, tossing and turning as he has another wet dream of someone riding him. He can’t make out her face, but it feels so damn real. Everything does. Even her moans and the weight on top of him. “Mmm,” he hums. His brows furrow. He can even hear the sound of skin on skin. His entire body feels like it’s on fire right now, like he’s been hit with some sort of sex pollen. It’s more intense than ever.

Little does he know it’s not a wet dream, no, it’s you. The succubus who’s been watching him for weeks, feeling his urgency to cum, to lose his virginity. He’s summoned you without even realizing. And now you were riding him, gliding your wet pussy up and down his aching cock while he slept, waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes he’s no longer a virgin. He twists and turns when you run your clawed nails down his pale skin, smiling at the way he moans and whimpers in his sleep.

Choso couldn’t take this overwhelming feeling anymore, forcing himself to wake up, prying his tired eyes open. But the feeling doesn’t stop. The sounds don’t stop. And certainly the woman is his dreams doesnt disappear when he opens his eyes. “Wha—ah—what? Who…? Oh fuck!” He rasps, eyes darting around the room and over your naked body. “What the fuck? Oh my goddd.” As confused and scared as he is right now, he can’t escape the pleasure coursing through him right now.

“Shhh, shhh, just let me make you feel good. You’ve been dying for this haven’t you? I’m here to give you exactly what you want.” You slightly lean back, spreading your legs to let him get a clear view of the way your pussy sucks his cock in.

He looks at you with awe and confusion, but he can’t help but give in, moaning so sweetly when you fully sink down. “Who…who are you?” He gasps, eyes widen when you clench your pussy around him.

“I know when cute virgins like you wanna lose their virginity. You summoned me, accidentally. You’ve been so worked up lately, huh? Well,” you smile, “that was because of me.” His cock twitches inside of you, your hips bouncing faster and harder, watching the way he mouth falls open.

“Fuck, fuck! It’s feels so good,” he heaves, breathing heavily. His cheeks dusted a light pink. “I don’t wanna cum just yet, please slow down. Please, please—nnghhh, fuckkkk.” Choso didn’t stand a chance, shooting sticky ropes of cum into your pussy, his entire body quivering with how intense his orgasm was. “Please, slow down—ah, oh my god. It feels too good—” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you kept fucking him.

“I’ll keep fucking you till there’s nothing left.” You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, placing your lips on his while you kiss him with such fervor, with such sloppiness. His hands reach down, gripping the plush flesh of your ass. He swears he’s in heaven right now. This can’t be real. No way a sex demon was taking his virginity right now. His dick was so sensitive, but still so hard. He knew he had so much cum left, the only thoughts he had were to fill you up over and over until it was dripping out.

He felt like he was losing his mind, fucking him so hard, creating a sloppy mess where you two met just so you can get him to cum again. Your devilish yet sweet giggles send chills up his spine and straight down to his already throbbing dick. With labored breaths, and his heart rattling against his rib cage, he already knows he’s going to cum again. So soon. “Come don’t hold back on me. I want it all,” you growl in his ear. “I’ll do whatever it takes to empty you dry and fuck you stupid.”

His trembling fingers grip onto your ass harder as he cries out, broken moans swallowed by your kisses and he can’t help but cum again, filling up your tight pussy to the brim. You pull away from the heated kiss looking at the way his hazy eyes stare up at you with such desperation. You halt the movement of your hips and get up from his lap. “No, no, wait. Where are you going?! Please, keep fucking me.” He sits up, watching you get on your knees. Poor thing looks like he’s almost about to cry.

And now he can get a real good view of you. The tail that swayed around and the small little horns that pointed from the top of your head. You really were a sex demon. Your hand took a firm grip on his throbbing cock, his tip leaking like it was begging you to make it cum again. “I can see your thoughts. Your nasty little thoughts.” You run a long stripe from his balls all the way to his tip, licking the excess cum off. Your tongue was freakishly long, but god did it feel so good on him. You spit on his cock, massaging it in as you stroke him, moving your hand in circular motions that make his hips jump. “Say it. I know what you’re thinking.” Your lips curl into a smirk, running the pad of your thumb over his slit.

“Put…put your mouth on it, please,” he says barely above a whisper, too shocked to even form proper words.

“Louder.” You massage his balls with your free hand, earning a guttural groan from him.

“Please, put your mouth on it! Fuck, I wanna know how good it feels!” His lip quivers, his breathing quickening the closer your lips get.

“Good boy.” You smile, darting your tongue out and wrapping it around the base of his cock, swirling it around the head before you take him in your mouth. You stare at him through thick lashes, bobbing your head up and down his thick shaft, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. Glug, glug, glug.

The sound of you choking on his dick was like music to his hears, taking his all the way down your throat with no problem. How is he supposed to keep up? His brain is fried and his body already feels so weak from cumming two times in a row. But he can’t stop. It’s like you’ve put some kind of spell on him to make him want more. “Shit, I’m all the way in,” he gasps, fall back onto the pillows. You pull him out of your throat, string of saliva connect from your lips to his cock as you continue stroking him. You were so messy, so nasty, but he loved it so fucking much because this is always how he’d picture it.

You spit back on his cock before taking him down your throat again without warning. “Oh my—fuck me, I’m gonna fucking cum again!” He whimpers. His body jolts and his abs tense up at the sensation, pleasure shooting through his body like electricity. He’s so sensitive he can’t help it. His hips buck up into your mouth and next thing he knows, he’s cumming down your throat. “Nnngh shit!” He groans, each orgasm more intense than the last. It’s like as time goes on, he can’t help but get more horny, more greedy.

Within seconds he’s pulling you off his dick on bending you over, pulling your ass in the air. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t stop, I can’t,” he’s muttering to himself, sweat dripping down his body. He pushes every inch into you with such ease, like your pussy was made for him. “Feels so good, feels so good I can’t stop stop,” he cries, rummaging his hips into you, fucking hard and fast.

“You’re learning so quickly.” You smile from below him, pushing your ass back against his hips. He watches the way your ass bounces back on his dick and he becomes mesmerized. “That’s it! Fuck me harder. Show me how badly you wanna cum in my pussy again,” you giggle.

Choso pushes your head into the mattress, broken moans falling from his lips. “I need it so badly, so fucking badly.” Your pussy grips him like a vice and he hisses at the tempting feeling.

“Make me squirt all over your cock! Come on, fuck me like you mean it!” You grip the sheets below you, feeling his swollen head press against your sweet spot over and over with each grueling thrust. Upon hearing your words, Choso remembers all those videos he’s watching of girls squirting, and to make you squirt just because of him makes his brain fuzzy. He keeps the same pace, huffing and panting when your pussy grows tighter. “Yes! Yes!” You laugh, sighing in relief when he pulls out and clear liquid shoots from your pussy, coating his cock and sheets.

His eyebrows raise in amazement. “Holy fuck,” he watches the way your pussy leaks before urgently ramming his cock back inside of you. “Do it again. Squirt all over me again! Please! It’s so fucking hot!” He begs as he pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. “Wanna watch you—nnngh—squirt again!”

As if on cue, your pushy gushes around him again, soaking his thighs and his cock and just the sight of it makes him cum so hard he’s toppling over you. “Fuck! I’m cumming!” He thrusts deep inside of you, making sure not to waste even a drop. “Yes, yes!” He huffs, bucking his hips. “I need to taste you, need to fucking—mmm.” He drops to his knees, pulling your ass back against his face while his tongue slurps every drop his cum and your juices, licking through your sloppy folds and sucking on your clit.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you? Such a good, good boy.” You praise, reaching behind you, taking a fistful of his hair and pushing his face deeper into your cunt. His moans at your taste, his free hand reaching down to stroke his swollen and sensitive cock. He moves his tongue up and down, running back and forth between your clit and your ass, and back down to your hole. You quickly pull him away before sitting up.

“Did I do something wrong? Why’d you stop?” He looks at with sad eyes.

“You’re done.” You look down at his cock.

“No, no, I’m not. I promise I still have more. Just keep fucking me, let me eat your pussy or something! Don’t leave!” He pouts, watching you crawl towards him.

“As much as I’d like to keep playing with you, you’re all out of cum, pretty boy.” You smirk. “I’ve got other desperate virgins like you to attend to.” You ghost your lips over his and Choso leans in for a kiss but you pull back from him. “You’re welcome.”

You disappear into a dark corner in his room, like you faded away into it. He runs to turn on his light and sees you’re completely gone. He’s at a loss for words, standing in the middle of his room completely naked. He looks towards his bed, seeing the wet spots you had left. So it was real? No? Yes? He didn’t know what to believe. He accidentally summoned a sex demon to take his virginity. If only he could do it again.

[darkbluekies]

Yo hear me out

Ludwig reaches the age to find a bride. A ball is hosted and women are invited. Darling gets scared and gets flashbacks of her time and doesnt attend.

Here we go again

Yandere!king x fem!reader, yandere!prince, yandere???princess

Summary: it's time for the crown prince to find a wife, but it is more complicated because of his family's disturbing history

Warnings: violence, trauma from earlier ball, mother scared of her own child, conservative views, twisted family

Word count: 1.7k

Read this oneshot to get a better understanding

It’s normal for girls to have one, but Edmund has insisted that Ludwig should have one too. He needs to be put out in society, to find a queen worthy of the Vesanus-house. You doubt any one deserves to be in this house. They deserve so much better. 

All noble families and aristocracy have been invited in hopes of finding a wife for the future king … or what is left of it. You have no desire to join. It all is too similar to that ball — the one where Edmund decided you were going to be his. When many of your family friends died. When many of your personal friends died. The blood bath was a tsunami, and had given you nightmares for months. You have learned to love him. It’s not like you’ve had any other choice but to accept him. 

You can’t see this ball ending in any other way than it did that night.

“Come on, darling”, Edmund says as he walks into the room. “People are asking for you. You have to come now.”

“I’m not going out there”, you reply shortly, feeling panic set in your body. 

You’re not even wearing the right clothes. Dressed in your nightgown, sitting on the bed. You haven’t planned on leaving any time soon. The mere thought of entering the ball room makes your skin crawl. You haven’t been in there since that night. You’re not planning to either. 

“You have to”, Edmund says, walking closer to the bed.

You can’t control it anymore. “No! I’ll never go in there again!””

He stops. He isn’t used to people telling him ‘no’, and you can’t help but feel a bit cocky about it. 

“If you’re not there, people will talk!” Edmund insists. “They’ll talk about you more than of Ludwig and that will defeat the entire point of the ball!”

“I’m not going out there and I’ll take whatever punishment you come up with because I refuse!” you say through gritted teeth, even though you want nothing more than to scream at him. “It’s exactly like that night! I know that something will happen! He’s just like you.”

You hate to admit it, but Ludwig scares you. Your own child scares you. 

Edmund sighs and nods slowly. 

“Okay, I get it”, he says. 

You don’t look at him. 

“I’ll let you stay here”, he says. “You don’t have to come with me. Get some rest, okay, darling?”

You nod shortly.

“I’ll come check on you every now and then”, he says.

“Okay.”

Edmund walks over to you, cups your cheeks and kisses you gently. He gives you a small smile before he walks out and closes the door behind him, returning to the ball. Maybe this is for the better, he thinks. If you’re in the bedroom, no one will be able to put their filthy eyes on you.

“Father!” Ludwig says loudly to be heard over the crowd of laughing people. “Where is she? Where is mother?”

“She’s not feeling well”, he lies to not cause suspicion among the guests. “She’s resting.”

Ludwig scoffs. Resting? During his debutante ball?

“Not on my fucking watch”, he mutters and makes his way out of the ball room. 

He storms down the great corridors, getting further away from the music and laughter. The dark corridors are colder than the heated ballroom. He marshes towards the king’s and queen’s chamber with an anger roaring in his chest. He doesn’t bother knocking as he enters. You look up at him from the bed, a look of shock and confusion. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Ludwig spits and stops right in front of you. “Why aren’t you out there celebrating me? This is a gigantic day for me, mother!”

“I know, Ludwig, but I don’t feel well about it”, you mumble uncomfortably and avoid his intensive eyes. 

The same eyes as his father’s. 

“Because father fucked up?” he scoffs and presses his hands to his chest. “How's that my problem? Why can’t you support me?”

Because you’re like him. 

Ludwig knows about that night. He knows everything. Edmund hasn't understood why he should hide it when it's a big part of the family history.

“I’m sorry”, you say. “I have to rest.”

Ludwig doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t hesitate, before he grabs your wrist and yanks you up from the bed. A painful wave shoots through your arm. He’s holding your wrist in a hard, tight grip that is sure to leave behind bruises. He drags you out of the room, out into the big corridor. 

“Ludwig, stop!” you exclaim. 

He doesn’t listen, doesn’t answer, as if he hasn't heard you. You look around for anything to help you. Your eyes land on a maid carrying table cloths. 

“Get the king!” you plead. 

You continue to fight against Ludwig until Edmund storms over. He ran directly from the stood the second the maid reached him.

“Let her go this instant!” he orders. 

And Ludwig does. You fall down on your knees, clutching your hurt hand to your chest. Your entire body is trembling.

“Have you no shame?!” Edmund roars. “Your mother is in a nightgown! Should the entire aristocracy see her in this state, do you think?”

Ludwig’s ears have gone red. It’s extraordinary, you think, how Edmund is the only one that can make him seem human. The only one that can make him feel pure regret and shame. 

“If you can treat your mother like this, how do you expect any of the men in there to have respect for you?” Edmund continues and gestures back towards the way to the ballroom. “Do you think any of them will let any of their daughters marry you? Answer!”

Ludwig seems to struggle to talk. “No, father …”

“Ask your mother for forgiveness.”

Ludwig turns to you. You force yourself to meet his eyes. 

“Forgive me, mother”, he says. 

It sounds weird to hear him ask for forgiveness. You don’t answer him. Your voice have didappeared. Edmund helps you up gently and wraps his arm around you. You can’t help but cry as he starts to lead you back to the chamber. How could your own child be such a monster? Did he inherit nothing from you? Did you fail as a parent? Could you have done more for him?

“It’s okay, my jewel”, Edmund comforts you. “I will punish him. Did he hurt you?”

“No”, you answer. 

You clutch your painful hand tighter to your chest. 

“Good”, Edmund replies. “I will put guards outside your door to make sure that he won’t return.”

He tucks you in and gives you a sorry smile. He burns with anger. That child. 

“Edmund?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s Victoria?” 

Ludwig storms down the corridor. Fuck everything. Fuck it all. 

He feels something hit him on the leg. He stops. He looks down, then around, but can’t see anything. Another small blow to his leg. He bends down and picks up a small stone. A small smile spreads on his face. 

“Shoot me one more time and I’m taking back the slingshot”, he says. 

“Not fair!” a voice whines from behind one of the heavy drapes by the large window. 

Ludwig walks over to the window and pulls away the heavy, red curtains, revealing a small child sitting on the floor. She giggles up at him. Ludwig crouches down in front of her and knocks on the wooden slingshot. 

“You’re supposed to be asleep by now”, he says. “I thought your governess was supposed to look after you. Where is she?”

“She fell asleep”, Victoria replies and giggles. 

Ludwig scoffs with a smile and picks her up, carrying her on his hip. 

“Alright, let’s go”, he says. “Back to bed.”

“No!” Victoria complains. “I want to dance too.”

“You’re too small. You can dance when you’re older.”

The thought breaks his heart. Reality is, he doesn’t want her to become older. He wants her to stay the little size she is now, innocent and cute. For now, she is the only person that doesn’t dislike him. 

“Have you found a wife yet?” she asks. 

“No, not yet”, he answers. “But the night is young — for me, not for you.”

Victoria hugs her brother's neck and rests her head on his shoulder. 

“I want a debutante ball too”, she mumbles. 

“You will have one, when you're older”, he says. “And I will make sure that no stupid men come to take you. They’ll have to go through a long and hard process with me before I let them come close to you.”

“Will you shoot them with the slingshot?”

“I’m the crown prince, I can do whatever I want.”

He carries Victoria back to the nursery. In the rocking chair, the governess is sleeping with a book in her hand. Ludwig rolls his eyes. He tucks Victoria into her bed and walks over to the rocking chair. He grabs the book out of her hands and hits her on the top of the head. She gasps and shoots up. 

“Hi, good morning”, Ludwig says sarcastically. “Do you know what time it is?”

“N-No, what?” she asks with a raspy, scared voice. 

“Ten. At night. Guess who I just found out in the corridor shooting people who walk by with a slingshot?”

The governess looks around wide eyed, searching for the little girl.

“Do your job before I make father find a new governess”, Ludwig threatens and throws the book in her lap. 

She blushes and apologizes profusely. Ludwig rolls his eyes. 

“Ludwig”, Victoria says from the bed.

“Yes?” Ludwig asks in a softer tone.

“Can you tell me about the ball tomorrow morning?”

“Sure.”

“Will you pick a nice girl? Someone that wants to be my friend?”

Ludwig feels his heart ache. He has friends, some at least — some that have been chosen to be his side when he'sking — but Victoria has none. It's not important. She has her tutors to teach her etiquette. A girl to be married off for connections doesn't need friends. 

“Yes”, he replies quietly. “I will.”

Victoria smiles and hugs her doll, closing her eyes.

Ludwig says goodnight to his little sister and walks out, making his way back to his ball. He will find someone tonight, someone worthy. And if he doesn't, he’ll have these balls until he finds one. 

[serpentine-illusion]

🔊Yapping about my Cirrus/Copia/Aether delusions and y’all are forced to listen 🔊 [ part 1 ]

At some point i promised thoughts and delusions about whatever I am on atm so here it is. I am so deep in the trenches about this ship, this is like a general train of thought ive had for them and their dynamic, how things worked out, what is going on all that. This is up until Copia becomes Papa, I will make a second post with the rest :)

[Some things in here are definitely not at all supported by the lore, this is mostly me being delusional and straight up making shit up and playing with my barbie dolls so 🙌🏻]’

Also!!! If you are looking for like fluff, healthy headcanons about fictional relationships, this might not be the post for you! They are quite toxic and I think exploring toxic people and toxic relationships is very interesting, so just keep that in mind :)

-Cirrus imprints on him as soon as he summons her, idk why, she just does

-she is totally infatuated with, they are glued together most of the time and she takes a lot of tasks and responsibilities off his shoulders. She worships that man physically and spiritually bro

-they do start out as just friends, they have a lot in common and spend A LOT of time together. They have similar personalities, in group settings they seem more reserved and quiet but when they are amongst themselves they usually get loud and passionate about whatever they are talking about

-Copia is sort of confused by ghoul dynamics and finds them hard to navigate/doesnt know how to properly insert himself into the group/what boundaries he should be aware of etc, while cirrus is nervous about overstepping and scaring him off

-they sort of naturally just…develop into something more. They spend more time together, they have really intimate conversations and share a lot with each other, touches linger longer, physical boundaries are non existent.

-theres no official start to them ‘dating’, their bond is just extremely strong and it develops into that direction and they dont really hesitate when it comes to going further

-ghoul dynamics are sort of poly by default. The ghouls all mingle with each other, some have stronger bonds ( cirrus and cumulus are very very close, later her and aether as well)

-BUT cirrus is very territorial. She is very protective and can get very condescending when it comes to her bond with copia. she gets jealous easily when he spends time with the other ghouls.

-cirrus is still actively involved with the other ghouls, it comes natural, but she gets very bothered when anyone but her is close to copia

-the other ghouls are….irritated with this for sure

-Cirrus is sort of stuck in the middle. She feels like she has little to no control over her jealousy when it comes to copia, but on the other hand she feels very self conscious about how the other ghouls perceive her in that context.

-Copia is super aware that she is totally codependent. He can tell its having an impact on her dynamic with the other ghouls and he knows its a bad look on himself to have a ghoul tend to all of his needs 24/7. But he doesn’t do anything about it because he enjoys being the center of attention.

-Cirrus is assigned other tasks with a handful of other ghouls when the Rat MV incident occurs ( I talked about this on my copia reference sheet).

-the only ghouls shooting the MV with copia are dewdrop, mountain and swiss (idc if this isnt accurate my house my rules) and cirrus has a normal reaction and doesnt overreact at all ( she completely crashes out. )

-Copia is send to the infirmary for treatment and cirrus is not allowed to see him ( higher clergy administration generally doesnt care about ghouls beyond their use and purpose. Cirrus doesnt work in the infirmary, so she has no business being there. Copia is not Papa at this point, so he does not really have a say in the matter either. )

-The only way Cirrus can get an update on Copias condition is through Aether ( Aether works in the hospital wing because he has very strong quintessence magic and is overall responsible and reliable )

-Aether and Cirrus have been close before, but they grow super close here

-they genuinely really like each other, they are similar in character, they have the same humor and they enjoy the same things

-Aether loves Cirrus, he thinks shes pretty (🥴🥴😳😳) and responsible. He admires how strong minded and passionate she is. He can also see that Cirrus bottles up a lot, she takes up a lot of responsibilities and doesn’t share when something is too much for her. Because she seems like a reliable person, the other ghouls rarely ask how shes actually doing.

-Aether comforts her a lot and they spend a lot of time together

-when Copia gets out, Cirrus is devastated by his injury. He uses crutches and is in a lot of pain and she totally blames herself for not being there when it happened and for not taking care of him right after the accident.

-Cirrus totally takes over, she makes sure Copia doesnt have to lift a finger, shes mad with worry and shes scared hes gonna break if she doesnt do literally everything for him

-Copia thinks its endearing, but at the same time he is frustrated. He definitely gets a little stir crazy and irritated that she doesnt allow him to do his usual work.

-They definitely get into it a little bit, Copia is trying to make her understand that shes smothering him, hes not as fragile as she makes him feel

-Cirrus like, gets it and she feels bad but at the same time she totally feels like shes losing control and losing him when shes not up in his business 24/7

-Aether spends a lot of time with both of them, he does physical therapy with Copia, infuses his joints with quintessence and in general is there to help him get back on his feet

-Cirrus and Aeth have gotten super super close and Copia expresses he would be happy to welcome Aether into whatever they have

-Cirrus is like. Shes ok with it. She likes Aether so much and she knows realistically this is a great dynamic. They would work well as a trio. Copia gets along with both of them.

-BUT she is so so jealous already, shes fuming inside, her guts hurt thinking about sharing him but she still agrees because she wants Aether to be with the both of them. She is so torn between her rational love for Aether, and being completely devoted to Copia at the same time. It shouldnt be hard to let him in but she is just never able to find any balance.

-So they let Aether into their situationship and it works well. He balances out the dynamic Cirrus and Copia have. Aether is a little more casual than Cirrus for sure, he doesnt obsess as much.

-Cirrus has like. Rules. She has rules in place for boundaries and rules Aether has to respect in the relationship. They only apply to his dynamic with Copia though and Aether is obviously frustrated with her. Cirrus and Aether usually communicate well, they communicate like 2 sane adults, but when it comes to Copia, Cirrus needs to be in control, she needs to oversee everything and it drives Aether nuts.

-Copia does admit to Aether that those rules didnt exactly come from him, but he also never stops Cirrus from making them, because he likes being treated like her little trophy that she doesnt want to share and he also loves her too much to make her upset by denying her the control she needs

-its obviously very inconsiderate and makes Aether feel like hes third wheeling a little bit, but Aether is a people pleaser, he does what hes told to make the people around him happy, so he goes along with it.

-once copia recovers they sort of all go back to relative normalcy. He uses a cane permanently now, definitely lost some mobility and is forced to be way more sedentary.

-He really doesnt mind it. He has been under a lot of pressure from everyone, about everything. How much he works, how he looks, what he does and now everyone is finally giving him more grace.

-he tries to give himself more grace too, he tries to be nicer to himself, he's still pretty bothered about how much or little he works, what he accomplishes etc but he's less bothered by...like himself

-he's always worried and anxious but Aether and Cirrus make him feel good about the way he looks and thinks. He gains some weight and its healthy relationship and recovery weight.

-Cirrus is like, in pain with him, she knows its a change for him that is hard on him and she does everything she can to make him feel better and take care of him

-BUT (and she feels horrible about this) its easier to keep him close to her this way. He relies on her way more now and she enjoys it. And she knows she shouldnt.

-Her and Aether rarely get into fights. They both always tough it out when they have a problem and then find softness and comfort in each other again.

I think this is all for now, at some point I will make a part 2.

[bitterbutblue]

let me get what i want this time

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"tase can u write happy stuff" NO IM ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING HAPPY also this is so not canon because i havent played past 3.2 and i spent like an hour just researching what the fuck happened so im trying my best here guys </33

(YES I KNOW CERYDRA HAS JUST BEEN RELEASED SHUT UP WERE GONNA PRETEND SHE DOESNT EXIST

THIS STORY IS SO UNBELIEVABLY AWAY FROM CANON BECAUSE IT WAS WRITTEN BEFORE 3.3 SO BEAR WITH MEEEE)

sotd: Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want ~ The Smiths

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The Preparation

Death is the end of one's story, as most tells you. It is the end of one's journey, the closing of a book. You like to believe otherwise. Death is the end of a chapter, and you will be reborn in a new one. It is a never ending story, endless chapters to bury yourself in. You always told Castorice this, the nights where you and her lay a few inches apart as you stare into the shrouded vastness of the night sky. The first night it all happened.

Countless times she has watched people's eyes dim as she lays a hand on them, the lightest touch causing the last flame to be blown out. It was sickening at first; she remembers the first time she killed a man and how she woke up in the night screaming and sobbing until her throat was raw and her voice had long faded. From then on, she had tried to run away from the truth that she was death itself. Yet each turn she made led her to another dead end, forcing her back to the starting point of a maze with no exit. She had long grown used to the solitude, people fear death. People fear the unknown and death is the unknown. So girls her age avoided her, excluding her in their games and whatnot. Boys her age feared her, never once wanting to approach her. Adults older than her still veered out of their way to avoid her because even the bravest of adults are scared of death.

The first time she met you was at your grandfather's passing. You watched, standing next to your mother, as a young girl approaches your grandfather, a shaky hand outreached. You watched as he smiles at her and how she hesitates. She took a step back, but the priest called out to her.

"Castorice, come on now."

Eerie silence filled the halls, a heavy blanket that laid itself on all your shoulders as the girl walks up to the old man's bed, turning her head to the side as she reached out to touch his hand. She missed his smile, the way he mouthed a soft 'thank you', and you watched the whole thing unfold. Your mother bursted into tears, dropping to the floor and Castorice runs.

That was the first time you saw her.

The next time you saw her, she was hiding behind a pillar behind the bustling icy city. You tilted your head to the side, walking up to her.

"Castorice?"

She looked up at you, her gaze confused but hiding a curiosity that she can't quite understand. You looked familiar, but she could not pinpoint where she's seen you before.

"Who are you?"

"We met a few days ago. I mean, we didn't properly meet. My grandfather's passing. You helped him along."

The mention of death had her feeling a pang in her chest she doesn't like. She clenched her jaw, looking down as she fidgeted with the loose ends on her robe.

"Oh."

"He thanked you." You said quietly "You missed it."

She looked away.

"Why are you here?"

Her voice wasn't angry, but there was still a bite to it. Like a frightened dog trying to act tougher to scare off the predators, except you were no predator.

"Wanted to see if you were okay."

It was such a blunt answer, too simple for her liking but she couldn't help but feel a pull towards you. The way you shifted your weight from foot to foot as you tried to stay warm in the harsh nights in Aidonia.

"Can we go indoors?"

She learned fast that you were naive, you believed in the best in people and you were optimistic. You were everything she wasn't, balancing her out in a manner she didn't quite grasp either. Some nights you would find her in the corner of the pavilion, striking up a short and quiet conversation that she never realised she was desperate for until you showed it to her. Some days, you would just sit and talk for hours just about your day and stuff, other days you would sneak her into your home and cook a meal for her. Gradually, you began to acknowledge her as your friend and to hear those words fall from your lips had her feeling warm for the first time as well. Friend. What a nice word. She repeated it to herself in the depths of the evening just to feel something but it never felt the same as when you said it. That brings you two here, lying in the snow as you stare up at the evening sky. You were the one to bring up the topic of death, a topic she always tried to avoid around you.

"You are cursed." You turned to look at her with an unreadable gaze "I won't deny that part of the truth, but there is a morbid beauty in it."

She lets out a soft laugh, not even knowing why she's laughing because nothing about this is funny.

"Let me finish-" You had fully roll onto your side now to look at Castorice, who still lied on her back as she stared at the clouded skies. "It's a journey, an endless journey where people will get off the boat at different stops and get on again to go elsewhere. You transport them between places, and give them the chance to experience the journey all over again. It's beautiful."

Your gaze on her softened when you say the last word, breath hitching as the two of you settle back into silence. You kept your eyes on her, and she can feel her face grow warm for the first time under the cold, harsh, winds just from the intensity of your gaze.

"Nothing is beautiful about dying." Is all she whispered out.

"But everything is beautiful about the rebirth." You said in response, tracing shapes in the snow next to your head "It's a new start, it's appreciating what you had and getting to relive it all again. It's beautiful."

Beautiful. That's the word that slowly grew to become Castorice's favourite as she turns to look at you properly for the first time since you both laid down. And she feels it.

"I suppose that is one way of looking at it."

She had said it in such a casual manner, so lightly, but you will never know the full impact your words that evening had on her. You will never know how she repeats it to herself in the depths of the evening after another funeral, and you will never know because the next day you died. She felt a tug in her chest in the middle of the day and immediately she knew something was off. That evening, she watched as the army men brought back everyone who had died in the crossfire of a war she knew not much about with a sickening feeling in her gut. With each cloth they pulled off the bodies, she felt the nausea grow worse as her heart beats at an unnaturally fast rate until they finally pull off the cloth. And there laid you, eyes staring off into the distance with red stained all over your body.

Dead bodies were not a new sight, she had seen people dying from the start and watched as they crumbled to their knees, turning into a stiff doll. But this was the first time in a long, long time she felt properly sick to her stomach seeing a dead body.

"No, no, no no, no please don't do this to me-" She choked out, running over to your corpse as the tears fall again. The tears she thought she had shed all of in her childhood are falling again as she touches your hand for the first time, the iciness of it being a harsh reminder of the reality of what is happening.

She's had thought of being able to touch you, to hold your hand, cup your face and feel the softness of your skin but never like this. In her thoughts and dreams, you always smiled back. Now, you stare ahead at the next journey that awaits you, and she presses a soft kiss to your stiff hand.

"Please, please come back."

2. The Welcoming

Different cultures have different beliefs about death and what happens after death. The people of Amphoreous often believe in rebirth, the cycle of life. Castorice never fully believed it, until she was forced to believe it. Until she had lost someone she treasured so dearly that she wanted nothing more than to see that pair of eyes on the street again, even if the person bearing those eyes were completely different. Even if the person had no recollection of her. The time it takes for a soul to move on is unknown, when she will find you again, she will never know. She lingered around your gravestone most nights, telling you quietly things about her day that you used to ask about. She asked you how you're doing, and was always greeted with silence.

"I hope the journey wasn't painful." She said quietly, leaning her head against the cold marble "You never had a good tolerance for pain."

She walked the streets, often scanning people's eyes to see if any of them could perhaps just bear the slightest resemblance to yours. She was fully aware that she sounded insane, and that she really just needed to move on but she couldn't. For some reason, your death stuck with her. Funeral 139. The funeral she wrote the longest entry for. The only person whose page was riddled with tear stains that made the words almost illegible at parts. Funeral 139, the funeral where she had to watch a mother grieve the loss of her child. The same mother who had just lost her father not too long ago now stands alone as she wept and screamed for the cursed skies to bring her back. Castorice could only watch from afar, unable to look up at the poor mother without feeling like she needed to throw up.

When she next saw you, your mother had already long passed too. She had begun her next journey, but you had already gotten a head start. She was making her journey out of Aidonia, stopping by a nearby village for some rest when she sees those eyes and she feels the same tug in her chest as when she first laid eyes on you that evening of your grandfather's passing. Rebirth, it was truly a foreign concept but she thinks it's real because nobody else has made her feel that way by an act as simple as eye contact. You held no recognition in your eyes, looking away as if she was just a stranger and to be fair- she was a stranger. You had never seen this woman in your life before but she's seen a version of you that you yourself never knew existed. An act as simple as walking down the streets, running a street stall, had her feeling like she had just seen the most magnificent act on this planet.

"Can I help you?"

You shot her a gentle smile, and she finally understood. There on your face was the same smile from years and years ago, the same smile under the cloudy snowy nights as you laid side by side. The same smile on a different face, the same soul inside that body waiting to be found again. She could only manage a smile back as she approached the stall you were working at. You hold out a loaf of bread, a worried look in your eyes.

"You look pale, ma'am. Have you eaten yet today? Would you like this loaf? We are closing soon, anyways."

Yeah, she had found you.

She found herself halting her journey to find Thanatos, spending time in this city that she didn't know the name of. Each day, she'd buy bread from your stall in the morning and you grew curious about the mysterious traveller.

"Morning." You smiled at her "Same as always?"

"Yes please."

As you moved to pick up the same loaf of bread, you couldn't help but shoot a curious glance. She looked at you in a way you couldn't fully decipher. It made you feel like she's someone you should've recognised, but you didn't.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?" You asked her bluntly as you wrapped the loaf in a piece of paper, tilting your head to side.

Her eyes widened slightly, before she let out a breathless laugh that masked something you hadn't yet understood.

"I don't believe we've met before." Castorice shook her head, but you saw the slight regret that still confuses you to no end. "I apologise, you may have mistaken me for someone else."

You let out a hum, knowing that you had never seen that woman in your life before. You hold out the loaf you had wrapped up, tilting your head to the side. She looked away, because it was getting all too familiar.

"I've never seen you before until recently. Did you move here?"

As she took the loaf of bread from you, she cleared her throat and you caught the small crack in her voice as she speaks.

"Not really, just stopping by."

"Where are you off to?"

Good question.

"We'll find out together, I suppose." She shot you a smile you don't quite get. You just furrowed your eyebrows at the confusing reply.

"You're an odd one." You said with a light chuckle "Will I see you tomorrow? Or will you go on your way?"

She really should have been going on her way, but she couldn't help herself. It's the same smile, it really is.

"I quite like it here. I may stay here for a bit longer."

She came to see you every morning. You learned her name, Castorice, and you quite enjoy the way it rolls off your tongue. You greeted her every morning with a smile, but you never talked much more. She held in her hands the history of you two, a history that you would never really grasp because you couldn't. It was the previous chapter that you had already left behind. To Castorice though, this was all one long never-ending story that she will have to flip through forever and ever. Watching as those she loves fades into dust, seeing them again as a new person with no recollection of what they once had. It was a pain that she never wished for anyone to feel, especially to have to see someone she cherished so dearly become only a stranger.

This time, you didn't die with a blade pierced through your chest. This time, you grew old. You passed your store down to the young girl who began to work under you maybe twenty years after Castorice arrived at your village.

"Whatever happened to your journey, Castorice?" You had poked fun of her one day. Castorice just laughed.

"My journey is not bound by time, nor am I."

You only laughed.

This time, you were happy. Castorice watched as you fell in love with this woman who ran the stall next to yours and if she hadn't experienced pain before she definitely did now. She recognised that look in your eyes and she wanted to punch herself for not recognising what that look meant back in your previous life. It was too familiar, the feeling of deja vu hitting her hard but it wasn't a smile for her. It was a smile for someone else.

Funeral 140, a funeral she would've liked to forget.

3. The Honouring

Though as she ventured on her journey to Okhema, she never would've thought that you were waiting for her. Each village she stopped by, she tried to catch a glimpse of you but was left disappointed. She found herself wondering, would she find the next version of you? Her question was answered when she finally arrived at her destination. In the baths where she met Aglaea, the familiar smile she had been searching for finally shows itself. You were standing next to red-haired girl who she would later learn is named Tribios, adorning a green robe. Chrysos Heir of Law, what a formal name. It seemed too formal, and if it weren't for those eyes she would've thought you were someone else entirely with the way you carried yourself. A scholar of Okhema, the judge who maintains order in the city. It seemed too big of a burden for someone who was previously a baker, and before that just someone's daughter. But now you stand at her level, having been chosen in this life and she couldn't help but feel hopeful- because this means you won't die now. This means she won't have to watch you slip through her fingers again, again and again. Her journey to Okhema, meeting various versions of you, each time attending your funeral has her prepared for the worst each time now. She never thought she would find a version of you that would actually be like her.

"It's nice to meet you, Castorice."

Even now when she thinks about it, it felt cruel. The way the universe made her watch one of the few people in her life who actually treated her like a human leave, only for them to come back as a complete stranger that only she can read from afar. You had held out your hand for her to shake, until it hit you and you pulled your hand back with a mildly embarrassed look on your face. Abashed, where you turn your head to the side to avoid looking at the person you just embarrassed yourself in front of and find the piece of tile on the ground next to you incredibly interesting. It is one of the traits you kept through your different lives and Castorice finds it evil how she can still read you like a book even after watching you encapsulate a different body every time. The same soul fills the shape, the same traits she cherishes will always leave and come back differently. She hates it, because why can't she just hold it close?

"It is nice to meet you too."

She isn't quite sure what took over her that night, where she found herself approaching you. You were sat with Algaea, head resting against your arm that was propped up as you took a sip from your glass. You didn't notice her immediately, Algaea having picked up on her presence before you did.

"Castorice, would you like to join us?"

She sat on the seat farthest from you two, but you had moved over to make space for her. You shot her a quick smile before going back to your conversation with Algaea, and all she could focus on is you. The words Chrysos Heirs, Black tide, Flame Chasers just bounced around her with no significant meaning. All she could focus on was you. You in all your glory, a shadow of the person she met centuries ago that she will see even in the darkest of the nights. You looked at her with a curious glance, a small smile gracing your lips.

"You alright?"

She nodded.

"Yes. Pardon me, you just looked really familiar."

You raised an eyebrow, setting your glass down.

"Have we met before?"

It's the same cycle, the same conversation every time. How this conversation unravelled used to change nothing, because at the end of the day you would still fade away and move on to the next stop. No matter how many times you came back, you could never stay.

"We haven't. You just remind me of someone I once knew." She said calmly.

4. The Final Farewell

Chrysos Heirs do not die. Chrysos Heirs were put in power for a reason, they are ageless. They maintain what is left of the remains of the Titans. Chrysos Heirs do not die.

She tells herself that over and over again, especially the night she found herself in another familiar setting with you siting next to her and her staring at you because there is no one like you.

"So you've met me before."

The two of you were sat in Garden of Life. Another evening where she can just focus on everything and nothing at once. All that sits there is you in all your glory, now finally at the same level as herself. She no longer fears having to lose you. If anything, the final farewell would be her bidding you goodnight.

"Yes."

You looked at her with an unreadable expression. She had been in Okhema for a while now, and though she hides herself from most due to her powers, she couldn't help but feel a tug from you. The first time you had actively tried to pull her in your direction since your first death. You stayed a foot or two away from her, but you were next to her.

"I can feel it." You said, smiling at her with those blank eyes of yours "There was an imbalance in me until you stepped in."

Those words stayed with her for a long time, and they're still stuck with her to this day. This day. The day that Mydei chooses to surrender himself to the Black Tide so he can fight back, buy them more time. Things took a turn for the worse. She knew it would be bad after the unexpected visitors from the sky, but the more turns they took the worse she felt. The same haunting feeling she hasn't felt since your last death almost a century ago is back, and she is terrified.

Things were good, things were what she wanted. You would smile at her and she would feel like the world was finally letting her get what she wanted. You were two feet away and that is the closest you've ever been, and she was not about to let you slip through her fingers once more.

But it does, it always does.

"You can't do that."

"There's no choice."

"It's suicide!"

"It's what I have to do!"

Because she was letting you slip away this time. With the most recent events unfolding, she would have to go with the Trailblazer to the Underworld and she knows what that means. She knew what would follow and you aren't dense. She couldn't look you in the eyes because she will finally see the same look on your face, the same look she sees every time she looks in the mirror. When discussing what someone is most afraid of facing the fact that they are losing a loved one, it may be forgetting their voice, their scent, their face. But what about seeing the face you are so used to seeing every time you look in the mirror reflected on your beloved's face? The fear, anxiety and restlessness that one grows used to as just 'being a part of them' is reflected on someone else and you see how shattering it is to have to inflict this pain upon someone else. Castorice can only look away, because seeing herself reflected on you is too much.

"Was this ending not good enough?"

Your words were selfish.

"I lost you one hundred and forty times, you do not get to hurt about losing me."

Her words had a bite to them; they were even more selfish, if anything.

"You get me coming back every time!" You snapped, taking a step forward only to stop when you noticed her taking one back. Out of fear, not of you, but of embedding her curse on you. "You aren't coming back."

It was one thing to know that you finally love her back, it was another thing to know she cannot have it forever.

"It's not within my control."

You looked away, blinking away tears. You guys already had your story written out in a book you do not understand, engraved in the skies as the path you are destined to take. It is the unwavering truth, it is the stone that crushes the soul.

"How long until you leave?"

"Two hours."

"Then allow me to accompany you for the last time."

It hurt, to know that you had to finally accept the harsh reality of letting her go. The pain that she had to endure for however many years it has been, it was finally your turn. She never wanted you to feel this way, but she also never wanted to experience the same loss again. She watched you contemplate, she watched your hand twitch as you fight the urge to hold her face for the first and last time. Instead, you heaved out a sigh so heavy it was like the weight of the sky itself had just been set on your shoulders.

The final farewell came in the form of the day they departed Okhema to Styxia. The day the Flame Reaver ambushed. Outside the gates of the Nether Realm, deep in Styxia. You were hidden, you were supposed to be safe. Cipher had already bidden farewell and you were supposed to be on your way but it came. You brandished your blade, narrow and thin, and it stood no chance against the beast before you. The final farewell was to ensure the Flame Reaver did not take your core flame. It cannot take it if the host itself is already dead. Castorice cannot die. She sees the thoughts running through your head. Like a quick time event, time slows down. She watches your eyes dart from the Flame Reaver, to her, to the blade in your hand. It wants your core flame. It will lose if-

"No, don't you dare-"

Before she can even shout the words out, you drop your blade. The Flame Reaver lunges for you, and you tackle her through the gates of the Nether Realm. She feels it for the first time. She feels your arms around her. She feels your calloused hands on her back, your warmth against her cold, icy body. She feels it all, and she knows this is the final farewell. She can only let out a shuddering gasp. Your lips graze her neck, pressing a tender kiss against it. Right under her ear, a soft sensation.

"I love you."

It is the first time you said it out loud. Because these three words can be said without any words, it can be shown through the way you sit next to her through the depths of the evening and it can be seen in the way you look at her. But to hear it is entirely different. To hear it is to accept it. To accept it, it is what makes it so hard to let go.

You had already faded into ash in her arms by the time her back crashes against the ground of the Nether Realm. And she surprises herself with her own silence as her arms remained up, hugging the ghost of what was her lover. How cruel it is, that the last time she gets to hold her lover is also the first time. The final farewell came in a field of flowers that bloom from the souls of the departed, where for the first time, they do not wilt in her proximity.

[karinamariee]

rafe x gf reader where she hangs out with Sarah and the pogues but doesn't tell rafe bc he will obv be mad and tell her no. Then he finds out and shows up to where they are and tries to fight jj and ends up bringing reader back w him and is really upset she lied bc all he ever wants is to keep her safe and he can't if he doesnt know where she is + he doesn't trust the pogues and she feels so bad for lying to him

listen.

pairing: toxic!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: rafe was sick and tired of y/n lying about where she was when he knew exactly.

warnings: none

authors note: guys, send in more requests!!🫶🏽 also, i decided to switch it up a little bit.

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“you’re dating a fucking asshole,” said jj, “you know that right?”

sarah nodded. “like, why rafe of all people?”

why rafe of all people was an extremely good question. maybe because he fucked you good and loved you well.

“i love him,” you say.

jj was about to say something, but john b stopped him. “that’s a fair argument is what jj was going to say, y/n.” but you knew that jj had the hardest time trusting you. it makes sense. you broke up with jj to be with rafe, which jj is still confused and angry about.

“of fucking course it is,” said jj. “she’s the kooks princess. no one can touch her, say the truth to her, but here’s the truth, y/n, you’re just as fake as the next kook in line.”

“ahh jj!” sarah exclaimed. “i would much rather have the kooks princess than rafe cameron be here. i love you, y/n.”

you smiled and nodded. jj was right. you had broken his heart, you had loved him and then shoved it in his face when it was all over. you deserve whatever you got from jj which you’re sure there would be a lot more in the future.

“oh shit,” said pope, “speak of the devil.”

you turned around to see rafe marching toward you. your heart started racing a million miles per hour, not sure if you were ready for this confrontation or not. you knew you were fucked, you just didn’t wanna admit it yet.

“so here you are!” rafe yelled, making his way closer to you. he didn’t even look at anyone but you.

“i can’t be here,” said sarah. “no, no, no.”

“why you lying to me?” rafe asked once he made his way over to you. he grabbed your face. “answer the fucking question.”

“hey, hey,” said jj, “don’t fucking touch her.”

“she’s a woman, man,” said cleo.

rafe looked at jj, ignoring cleo. “what the fuck. shut the fuck up because i knock your fucking teeth out of your mouth.”

jj smirked. “please rafe, you wanna fucking go?”

“hey! hey, listen!” yelled pope. “if you wanna fuck each other up, be my guest, but just remember y/n is waiting to leave.”

rafe looked at you with something in his eyes. you didn’t know if it was hurt or regret, but something was in them that you’ve never seen before.

“come on, baby,” you said. “let go home.”

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“i don’t trust either one of them, babe,” said rafe, holding your cheeks tightly. “i just want an honest girlfriend who wouldn’t lie to me.”

he let you go. “please, rafe, i’m fucking honestly with you.”

he laughed. you had to admit, you weee scared of him. the way he just would punch a wall when he was mad, or punched you when he blacked out. either way was scary, but you didn’t want another black eye.

you grabbed his arm slowly, wrapping it around your waist, pulling him in for a hug which he let you.

“i just want you, rafe, baby,” you said.

“but you’re still fucking around with those pogues,” he said, “you know i can’t trust them, not even sarah, and you know that hurts me, baby, it hurts so badly.”

you nod. “i promise to stay away from them.”

you promised to stay away from them because the next time you did, you would get worse than a black eye.

[loloelia]

Hey so.....i already have an au BUT....I got an idea for another one....

So basicly Lamb gets executed and meets Narinder and all the basics but when the Lamb comes back to life BUT

The Bishops havent left ,and when Shamura sees the red crown ,theyre a little shocked but start to think that the Lamb is just Narinder ,a little sibling ,and theyre so happy that all the younger sibling dont really want to take their happiness away and so they dont try to stop it ,and the Lamb theyve never felt such love so they accept it,they accept Shamura's hug,and before akyone could do or even say anything ,Shamura just walks away the Lamb still close to them and orders the other to follow ,wich Leshy does first cuz hes kinda confused ans hes like "maybe it is narinder,but whys he Nice now ?" But the older siblings follow because theyre concerned ,the lamb could still hurt them.

And time passes and Shamura DID NOT let go of the Lamb ,they bring them to their sermon ,and theyre like "Oh my dear followers five had become four and now four becomes five again"(still thinking the lamb was Narinder) followed by mostly them reapeating that sentence ,

now now the Lamb was confused because the GOD OF WAR WHO KILLED THEM is all happy ,telling stories ,being always so happy Narinder's back and hes being better (hes very much not )

And Leshy after a while when Shamura's telling stories to all the siblings he kinda grabs the lamb's wool ,and realizes its the lamb not narinder and honestly......HES DOES NOT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK

Hell hes happy he got another sibling to annoy ,and one that is smaller than him so its even better to annoy. And this one cant really hurt them ,since their arm is always in the claw of the god of WAR ,so they kinda just accept it ,and plays with this New sibling(he just pulls their wools, trows dirt on them ,and play with their bell)

Now after a while ,the Joy of shamura is replaced by their usual headaches,so shamura stays in bed ,and you know the lamb doesnt have to be glued to their side ,so they go out into silk cradle and everyone bows to them because you know ,shamura introduced them as the fufth bishop ,as narinder. But as they go deeper into silk cradle ,and they stumble on some random dissenter,and they get killed because ,well ratau was never there to teach them how to fight,

And so they die and narinder is fucking PISSED, because the lamb was supposed to free him ,not follow shamura around as the fifth sibling ,as HIM . But lamb ,they liked being cradled like they never got to be by anyone ,so they ask "But my lord... what if instead ......i convinced your siblings to free you.....?"

Now ,Narinder is NOT CONVINCED ,because he doubts his siblings would ever do that but he rolls his eyes and says "little lamb. Your plan is doomed to fail. But i will give you one single chance now go ,vessel. Youre next time here will be the last thing you will ever see"and so he let them go

Back to the living world their back in shamuras temple ,right next to shamura's room ,where shamura is bleeding right there on their bed ,while kallamar gets them new clean bandages ,the lamb is obviously saddened and tries to step in the room but is stopped by Heket grabbing their collar holding them in the air looking at the lamb with a cold glares ,the lalb knows that while shamura always want them around ,leshy plays with them all the time,and kallamar is too scared of the red crown's powers , Heket never even looked their way,

And now that she did,it was terrifying ,no words were qpoken until one moment when her gaze left the lamb's eyes and she said "not...now.....little lamb....not....now....." before putting them down gently and getting in shamura's room and closing the door behind her

.........

(Wait......im turning this into a fucking novel when no one cares ,so anyway if you see this @joffyworld (sorry for the tag)or anyone really,well first thank you oh my god and also can ya tell me if you want me to continue or if il being a weird ass bitch ??)

( also lil drawing of this)

( Short story )

[kasayugi]

UNFORTUNATE WISH

Kim Dokja x Hanako! Female Reader

Chapter I ; Hanako the ghost bathroom

Sypnopsis: Kim Dokja heard about "Hanako-San the ghost bathroom" who can make your wish become true. He's curious and decided to go to the bathroom and make a wish to Hanako. But will his wish become true?

Warning!: Bad grammar! English is not my first language!

Note: This is my first time i make a story in English and yk i'm really bad in English when i write it with myself, because English is not my first language. But i'll try with my best!

How does it feels like to have a friends? That was Kim dokja feels like right now

He's a lonely boy with a pathetic life, his mother is murder and everyone see him as a trash. Without a family or friends who care about him.

Kim Dokja life is so dull. Always being a bullied in his school, even the teacher doesnt care about him. He was desperate to have a friend, even just one.

"Did you heard about Hanako-San of the bathroom?"

"a Japanese ghost girl? Why she's in the Korean bathroom school?"

"We don't know why she's in our school, but she can make your wishes come true!"

"Really? What's the rumors?"

He entered the boys bathroom, slowly he walked to the one of the bathroom stall, his hands shook and tried to gather his courage.

"She's indeed in our school bathroom, but she's in the boy bathroom!"

"are you sure she's a Hanako-San not a pervert ghost?"

"hush! Don't say like that! She will be mad if she hear about that!"

His mouth trembling and closed his eyes. Why he should be scared? He just wanted to make a wish, nothing wrong right? So why he's scared?.

Surely Hanako wouldn't do something scary to him, or even angry because he called her just to make a wish to her. He just doing like the rumors say!

"To called her, you should knocked the door three time"

His hand slowly knocked the door with his all courage, and then say, "Hanako, Hanako, are you here?" Just like the rumors said.

Nothing happened, he's slowly open his eyes and looked at the door and raised his eyebrow. Is this some kind of jokes? Really? Why didn't Hanako answer what he said?

If this is a jokes, so what's the point of him being in this bathroom after school!

"bullshit" Walked away from the door and feeling annoyed and disappointed, he can't believe if it was just a jokes! He shouldn't have believed it if it was just a jokes, what's the point?—

Forget about that, he took his words back when the door slammed hard and wide open. Quickly his whole body was filled with fear when he realized that the atmosphere in the bathroom had changed drastically.

That's a lie, right...? He thought like that, looked at the toilet seat with a look of fear and horror, even though it's just a sitting toilet, for some reason it has an unusual and scary aura.

"you call me?" Without realizing it, the apparition asked him right in front of his face with a big smile clearly plastered on her face.

His eyes widened and started screaming while pointing at the apparition who's in front of his face. "A GIRL!?" He can't believe the apparition in front of his face is a girl!.. how could it be a girl in the boys bathroom!?

"why? Of course i'm a girl! What do you think i am?" The apparition look at him with confused face. Does he really heard the rumors clearly?

"no! I mean.. why you in the boys bathroom? Are you really Hanako?" He shook his head in disbelief what just he see. What a strange.. yet pervert ghost? Isn't she?-

She snorted with annoyance and rolled her eyes, what a kind stupid question she got today. Isn't clear this is her home- no, her workplace.

"this is my workplace. You really heard the rumors about me from whom?" She asked him. Looking at him who like an idiot person.

"what?" He titled his head, not understand what she's saying.

"well, forget about that. Now, what is your wish?" The apparition took a deep breath and looked at him with a big smile on her face, in her hand she already had her notebook.

Kim Dokja gasped when he came back to reality and realized his intention of being in the boy's bathroom at this time after school. He stared at the apparition who was waiting patiently for him, the apparition waited for Kim Dokja to make his wish.

Kim Dokja fiddled with his fingers nervously, he thought back to the wish he wanted to say to Hanako. It seemed he was still nervous and hesitant about his wish.

Realize that Kim Dokja not saying anything, the apparition look at him with confused and raised her eyebrow, she spun her pen. "What? You don't have any wish?".

"actually, i have.. but.. are you really Hanako? Not a pervert ghost?" Oh, boy...

Her face darkened and became gloomy hearing his words. She walked back into the bathroom feeling gloomy, "forget about that, i'm done with this".

"Huh!? No! No! No! I mean, Hanako is a cool girl!!"

Cool.. girl.. cool.. girl..

"Then, state your name!" The apparition turned back towards Kim Dokja with a big smile appeared on her face again and it sparkled when she was praised by him.

What an innocent girl, Kim Dokja stated his name, "My name is Kim Dokja, 1st grade".

"m'kay, Kim Dokja, right? What's your wish?" the apparition wrote his name in her notebook while occasionally glancing at him to make sure his name was correct or not.

Kim Dokja fell silent again when he heard the apparition's question, he looked gloomy again. There are many wishes in his mind but he can only ask for one wish to became true.

The apparition was confused again when the human in front of her seemed hesitant again to express his wish, she understand that.

"i don't know..This is complicated, there are many wishes that i want" He shook his head uncertainly and stared at the bathroom floor, the apparition humming softly, "Then tell me one of the wishes you want most".

One of the wishes you want most, One of the wishes you want most, ...One of the wishes you want most..want most..want most..

Could it be, he can ask for anything, right? Right!

He found it!

"hmm?~" The apparition hummed softly and seemed interested when he saw Kim Dokja's eyes sparkling like he had just found a treasure, what a cute guy.

"Kill them!" With a big smile, Kim Dokja stated his wish, making the apparition become petrified, oh.. what? He stared at the apparition in confusion when it just stayed still and stared at him.

Kill them? Kill? KILL!? Kill who?.. She looked at Dokja with a look of horror and scared to hear Dokja's statement, she didn't expect the many wishes that he was doubtful about. He chose to make a wish to her to kill someone..

What a terrible wish

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[sun-stricken]

Don’t have to answer if it’s not your style, but headcannons for overprotective dragon slayers to new demon slayer gray?

Random person: you’re all dragon slayers?

Slayers: yeah, why?

Random person points to gray: why’s he here?

Slayers: he’s adopted

anon you have no idea how much i love you for asking this, ive been waiting for an excuse to do this, i am a SLUT for anyone and anything being overprotective of Gray

i don’t believe in canon or timelines so use ur imagination

i like to think of Gray as person practically everybody ends up really liking, and a total cat magnet.

And dragon slayers r just big cats. So Gray already had close friendships with them

so when they realized ‘holy shit hes like us now’ their protective instincts went in overdrive

Natsu, Wendy, & Sting didnt even try to hide it; constantly trying to make sure hes comfortable and felt safe and didnt sit alone confused and scared by all these new things he has to deal with

Natsu definitely drags him onto impromptu jobs and fishing trips with Happy, in an effort to get away from people, or just so they can spend time together, the reason is unclear

i think dragon slayers as a whole are like violently touch starved, and thats what Sting focused on mostly.

he would drape himself over Gray when he felt like the other needed or wanted it but wouldnt ask

it helped Gray get more comfortable for sure

Wendy, as a healer and friend, tried to give him every piece of advice she knew, offering remedy after remedy to help ease him into his now heightened senses

Gray tried to explain to them once that his abilities are fairly different from theirs, yes he has heightened senses, but his instincts and needs were a hell of a lot different than theirs; that only spurred them on more, making them try to research everywhere they could about demon slayers

Rogue & Gajeel were more subtle with it (not by much tho), they understood when needed it quiet, when he just wanted company without the talk

If Gray was having a hard time, whether or not it was bc of his slayer magic, Rogue would offer up Frosch and sit with him, offering silence or white noise. whatever he needed

Gajeel probably thought he was subtle but he absolutely was not, like asking Gray if he wants to run errands with him when places theyre at get too sensorially intense

he tried to ask Levy about everything she knew abt demon slayers without being too obvious, when she kept sending him knowing glances he just asked (very resigned) for some books on the matter.

there was surprisingly little

But he made do and probably studied every piece of literature there was on the matter

The others probably found out and teased him even tho they did the same thing (they also probs asked him to drop a list of books for them)

Now, Laxus really was subtle

telling Gray to go home when he was visibly pushing himself

talking about his new sound canceling headphones and then conveniently leaving them near Gray

or little compliments abt how his new magic is coming along, quiet support type shit

also staring someone down to get them to shut up if they’re being too much

i feel like they turned from ‘one of our own’ protective to overprotective when they realized ppl werent as accepting of demon slayers as they were with dragon slayers

Most ppl exposure to slayer magic is limited to dragon slayers, who refer to themselves as dragons. so when a demon slayer pops up, the correlation isn’t pretty, and their actions are even worse

While Gray understands people must just scared or confused, so he doesnt blame them; he has a hoard of extremely protective dragons who think differently

Wendy had to be physically restrained by multiple people after she heard people calling Gray a monster

Natsu genuinely considered burning alive someone who refused to pay Gray after he finished up a job

Gray definitely now had scary dog privileges, the dog being every single dragon slayer he knows

Laxus zapping people who so much as look at Gray wrong, or frying whatever electronic (ik its lacrimas but work with me) device they have.

or both

Them all hyping up (in their own ways) Grays physical demon features when they start showing up

Post joint guild party at Sabertooth: some guy talking shit abt how Fairy Tail could allow a demon into their ranks, how he is gonna hurt someone. They are now guildless and only eating through a straw and a face not even a mother could love

Someone at an event giving Gray a backhanded compliment and immediately getting death stares mixed with a violent increase of magic in the air that would make the gods shudder

Remember when i said Grays a cat magnet? its not just the dragon slayers who adore him, its their exceeds too

if u asked them to list their favorite people, Gray is in the top 5 for all of them

im stealing another hc from someone and saying Gray fosters cats, and Happy may or may not of gotten jealous once or twice over the pets and scratches that were supposed to be his

If Rogue loses Frosch and Gray happens to be in town 70% they’re probs together

The incorrect quote u put is so canon in this universe btw

Gray “Honorary Dragon Slayer” Fullbuster

i have so many more but neither of us are prepared yet

[kat-of-seventy-seven-roses]

Homestuck Mythical Creature au / Cryptid Au

Very tempted to make an ask blop :p need to see if anyones inch rested

thought processes under the cut (bc some choices are wild)

Johns a pooka, an irish fae trickster who shapeshifts into animals. his favorite form is the bunny. john and jane are both fae, so their pranks range from harmless to mentally scaring to life altering. absolute chaos grimlins. dirk is also an irish myth, so he knows them well and is often trying to get them to not ruin the local population of humans. so they do pranks on him insted. john loves to steal dirks head and hide it places.

rose speaks to the eldritch horrors and is slowly becoming one herself. she wants to become a litch.

Dave is a harpy! a very chill one who doesn't tend to sing with his full chest, so people dont start crashing into his doorstep. dave dies in some magic accident that caused davesprite to rise up from the ashes. but dave harpy is ALSO fine no ones really sure how. may have been roses doing.

Jade is a werewolf obv. but shes also a witch and has formed a coven with rose and roxy.

Jane is ur avrage fae faerie/sprite. her favorite fae rule to get people to break is "dont eat their food."

Roxy is both a cat who is also a wizard i need not elaborate

Dirk is a headless horseman. not to be confused with THE headless horse man. thats another dullhan with a well paying halloween gig. dirk is often subject to losing his head, so he made a magic pumpkin to pilot the body when this happens. he does have a very large and scary but beautiful horse.

Jake is the bigfoot. and one of the most well hunted (and well travled) cryptids. thus, his friends often make jokes of not ever seeing him except in blurry images. its not his fault hes very large and loves to travel! and is also not very photogenic...

Aradia is a monthra!!! however she made a deal with a devil and became a ghost... not sure WHY yet or why it kills her. but it does. its all in her plan or smth, but that doesnt stop sollux from being very upset that hes the one that has to take and keep her soul. she is reserected later by the coven, still soulless but it doesnt matter bc her soul is in good hands and thus she still feels it. shes much happier now.

Tavros is a minotar self explanatory he is a small minotar, tho. a mini minotar if u will.

Sollux is ur run of the mill soul for potato chip demon. an excuse to give him twin tails and horns. him an kitkat gave me the most trouble! but then i went with a solkat devil angel motifi and im kinda attached t9 it now. even if its sorta a cop out. i simply couldnt find twin creatures that werent gods or children of gods. nor any crab creatures...

Karkat is an angel. he WAS human notably he was human for awhile even good friends with kanaya before he died. he never found love but helped so many with theres that he became an angel that was a lot like cupid. thus he was a small angel incharge of match making and also likened to a baby and hes very much NOT happy about this. it pisses him off, solluxs often gives him a hard time. about it. (extra angst is that kitkats also really fucked up about never knowing what love felt like but having to give it to others. and he has it in his head that that means he never will know, bc no ones matchmaking the matchmaker. but theres a song he hears everyonece anwhile by a stray harpy that makes him feel a lot lighter.)

Nepeta is my go to cat creature a nekomata. a two tailed cat yokai.

Kanaya is a vampire. obviously.

Terezi is a dragon! still blind! still licks. but can now transform and has wings, very scary. shes basiclly just her lusus lmao.

Vriska is a spider lady. i have arachne here bc its similar, but shes not arachne the myth proper. shes just a spider with the top part of a woman at the head. A Jorogumo a spider lady yokai and is basically actually what im picturing.

Equius is a centar and fuck if i ever have to draw him....

Gamzee is a clowwwn, just a clown, just a silly lil guy. What do you MEAN clowns arnt mythical creatures??? what do u mean u saw him under ur bed when you were a child? u must be mistaken. as a nod to ICPs boogieman. when gamzee is not high as a kite and is just a clown, he is one of the most terrifying and unkillable creatures known to children kind.

Eridan is a selkie. basiclly a mermaid but part seal. personally, I'd like to make him part seahorse. but not in the hippocampus way. i chose this bc he can shapeshift, thus he pretends to be a high elf sorcerer, yes he does get dunked on about this.

And finally, Feferi is a siren! who happens to be able to become very VERY **VERY** BIG. she doesnt lure people to drown them but she DOES love to keep live captives in cages :)

[a-special-ship-safe-space]

...yeahhh.. also s/i lore under readmore (she mostly goes by she/her)

Nit in the complete mood to draw fully still. But uh.. forcing myself to doodle the idea. Basically s/i was friends with muriel when s/i was alive and younger! They were very close and they both cared for eachother verrrrry much! S/i sadly died due to health issues and muriel never heard what happened to her.

S/i ghost doesnt move on and it confused her a bunch. Why isnt she..you know gone? She wondered the world and what not, trying to figure out why she was still here, and slowly started missing her friend muriel. So she decided to go find where she lived and go see how she was doing!

She has a human form and pretended to be human so she wouldnt scare her friend, and as time goes on as she visits muriel more often she sorta gains a crush... But she doesnt reslly act on it- since she seems happy with her husband and she wants to be supporitve

Also courage sorttttta doesnt trusts s/i at first, but later on when s/i talks to courage he realizes she doesnt mean harm and just wants to be around

[silentiumdelirium]

Steve is banging at the trailers door like his life is depending on it. After a few minutes a sleepy eddie opens the door, his eyes going big when he sees Steves face.

‚Whats up man you okay?‘

‚Uh yeah I just need to aks a favor‘ Steve says running a hand through his hair. Now that he‘s actually standing in front of Eddie he gets a bit nervous. He bites his lip and asks: ‚Uhm can I come in? Are you alone?‘

‚Uh yeah sure Waynes working.‘

Eddie steps aside and closes the door behind Steve who awkwardly stands in the living room like he never has been here.

Eddie looks at him chuckling. ‚Sure you okay?‘

Steve laughs to make the nerves go away, nod and shakes his hands out and after a few seconds decides to sit down.

‚Yeah sorry to just show up here but…‘

Eddie grins ‚no worries man you know you‘re always welcome. So what do you need? If its drugs I‘m sorry to disappoint but I just sold my last gram.

‚Uh no its not drugs. I wanted to ask If I can kiss you?‘

For a moment its completely silent then eddie laughs and looks at steve confused. ‚what?‘

‚yeah its well its for proofing robin something.‘

‚You got a bet going or something?‘

‚No not really more like a discussion. Like we talked about sexuality and I asked her how she knew she was gay and she said that she had a crush on a girl and also she kissed a guy and didn‘t like it and then I said well what if the guy was just a bad kisser and what if you still like guys like you like girls like how does she know she doesn‘t like both because you can do that aparently so she said she just knows but then I said kissing a guy and kissing a girl can‘t be that different like a mouth is a mouth right so I need to proof that to her.‘

Eddie looks at him for a moment completely baffeld by his rambles then stutters: ‚ By…by kissing me?‘

‚Well yeah you‘re my only male friend at the moment like besides the kids but I‘m obviously not gonna kiss a kid so yeah…‘

‚oh’

‚oh?‘

Eddie fidgets for a few seconds with his fingers then smiles shyly: ‚I just woke up I haven‘t even brushed my theeth like…‘

‚Doesn’t matter its just a kiss no big deal.‘

‚Like with tongue?‘

‚Yeah of course with tongue or else it doesnt count!‘

‚Oh okay. I… I dont know Steve…‘

Steve‘s confused for a second because he hasn‘t really seen Eddie being shy like this. Usually it‘s Eddie who‘s flirting with him or making fun of him but this seems to comptely throw him off. So Steve decided that this was probably a bad Idea and he really doesn‘t want to scare him off and lose him as a friend so he says:

‚Look if you don’t want to it’s alright of course you don’t have to…sorry that was a bad idea never mind.‘

‚No its fine Steve.‘

‚No I shouldn‘t have asked you this just because you’re my only male friend its no fair…‘

‚It’s okay Steve really it’s just…‘ Eddie laughs nervously ‚I‘ve never kissed anyone.‘

‚What?‘

‚Yeah I mean I‘ve never kissed anyone besides Chrissy in sixth grade but was just a short peck definitely without tongue so apparently it doesen’t count anyway I didn‘t really like it because you know gay and everything so yeah no I haven‘t kissed anyone since…‘

‚What?‘ Steve just looks at him completely thrown off. Eddie chuckles.

‚Why are you so surprised? I mean its not like Hawkins is crawling with gay people just available for kissing and also im like the town freak so it’s not like there’s a line of single men waiting outside to be kissed by me…‘ Eddie trails off a bit embarrased while Steve just contious to stare at him.

I’m sorry Eddie…‘ he starts saying but Eddie interrupts him. It‘s okay don’t worry it’s not like I‘m desperate or anything.‘

‚I can’t be your first kiss!‘

‚Why not?‘

‚Because it should be real and not just an experiment.‘

‚You know what why not? I mean you can probably also teach me a thing or two I mean you‘ve kissed loads and I mean I should train a little bit for that chance that a real kiss comes up right?‘

‚Right but…‘‘

‚Now c’mon Steve you have to kiss me now!‘

‚Okay are you sure Eddie?‘

‚Yeah sure let’s go!‘

Steve stands up and walks over to Eddie who has been standing at the kitchen counter the whole time and he takes his face in one hound and holds the other to the back of his head.

‚Ready?‘ Steve asks and suddenly he‘s so close that he can feel Eddie‘s breath on his skin. ‚Yeah’ Eddie whispers and gets closer both hands gripping the kitchen counter not daring to move an inch. Steve closes the gap between them and feels Eddie’s warm lips on his.

***

Part 2

[grimescum]

crawls back in here for more info from u for martin and the gentleman ocs (i believe you named him oscar once before?) for no particular reason….

HEEEEEEE HEEE HEE HEEEE YESSSSS YESSSSS !! snuck in a few slightly romantic tid bits cause i know who you are ....

MARTIN:

- well-versed in floriography and would give you flower bouqets with either very sweet or very ominous meanings. or both. i think his favorite are chrysanthemums

- thinks death is SOOO romantic. tells you he would die for you all the time and actually means it. would catch a bullet for you even if you're just nicer to him than most

- very mentally ill if u could not tell... he definitely has an ED of sorts. feels really insecure about how his body looks, but in a way finds it beautiful because it reminds him of a corpse

- he has a friend, oleander, whos kind of only friends with him out of obligation – they are both freaks, and they are both very lonely. they met when oleander was found snooping around the cemetery ("girl why were YOU at the devils sacrament" situation)

- ^ aside from this, martin has no friends. only acquaintances. people find him very weird and offputting (for good reason i might argue)

- falls in love so very easily. he claims to have a wife (a corpse which he taxidermied himself) but he's always leering at others in the morgue

- not to say he's not faithful!! he absolutely would be to a live partner, he's just...... easily distracted. probably needs to be supervised whenever at work. i would say to smack him on the wrist whenever he's peeking but he'd probably enjoy that

- likes listening to shows on the radio. would probably listen to podcasts if he was technologically savvy. there's this podcast called "old-timey podcast" (i think? i know my dad played it once) that he would absolutely listen to

- hes a very old-fashioned guy because of how his parents raised him – a lot of modern things confuse him. he would explode if you told him about the lgbt community

- he's a crossdresser in secret. likes to feel pretty as it makes up for all of his insecurities. is very much so in denial about this and confronting him about it in a certain way is one of the few things that can actually piss him off

- ^ very scary when he's pissed off. dooont do it !!!

OSCAR:

- love language is bringing you the organs of random people, likely children, he ate

- "i want a baby" kidnaps a whole ass child for u

- he is friends with cheshella!! she admits that he kind of freaks her out, but working in the mafia, shes seen worse. hes actually really pleasant when hes not trying to put his weird long fingers on her

- ^ the two have tea parties together. of course he loves tea

- when he doesn't see someone as a potential target, hes genuinely very kind and respectful, albeit very weird and kind of a pervert. he'll make his strange remarks but not nearly as often as he would with a stranger

- hes also "kind" and "respectful" when he does, but its far more obvious that there's ill intent

- will ask you really dark questions and gives you very enthusiastic replies in return

- if he likes you, he'll randomly appear out of nowhere entirely to scare you. he doesnt do much, just touches your shoulder, maybe nuzzles against you and pays you a compliment. "youre so cute when youre scared" and then fucks off somewhere else

- does this thing where when he's walking through a doorway he'll fold all the way back just to fit

- fidgets with his fingers a lot. loves to tap out little songs on surfaces

[ask-postcrash-curly]

(The dragon grimaces)

Curly, I did not mean "represion", in the other timelines you straight up forget about what happened to Anya, because you figured that, at the end, as long as the ship was running smoothly, it simply did not matter, you only started to get worried after Anya took the gun and then more worried after she told him about the pregnancy?

Before that?, nah, and, due to Anya's reaction in that fragment, that's exactly what happened there, she told you, you forgot, and then you said that at the checkup

Now before you feel a certain way, keep in mind that certain timelines can twist your personality, that's why you either get timelines where you do something as inconsiderate and daft as the above, or twisted timelines where you are the one that attacks Anya

My point in all of this is: you at least tried, even if you don't believe you did everything you could, which is a debate for another day, you are miles better than those versions of you

And about your way to fix it, i...don't think it would work

First you have to tell the plan to Anya, and get her to trust you

Second, you have to make Jimmy believe that, not only in the moment but for the entirety of the trip, and Jimmy had enough paranoia to stop a train, the only way that i could see that working if you straight up remove his co-pilot permits or something, i dont even know if you can do that btw

And realistically, and the time, you wouldn't have had any reason to take away those permits, but if even if we say this is like, a time travel situation where you do know better, there are two weapons of board, and you can't exactly change the code on the gun case

You would have had to watch him like a hawk, maybe even put him in the cryopod, but then you would have had one less cryopod in case of emergency and then there's what would you explain to the authorities and i just...(sigh)...I'm not sure what tone of voice you are hearing here, because in my perspective i am literally texting what you hear in your head, but I'm not angry at you, i promise, i am not trying to be harsh here, but it hurts me to see how much you are blaming yourself on a situation where Jimmy has all if not most of the fault, the more you blame yourself, the less blame is falling on Jimmy, do you understand that?

All that aside...I..um...this is embarrassing, my English has failed me, all along i thought you were saying that you would have done that not that you did do that, thats why i "didnt believe you", i was so confused by all the people scolding you

How did Anya react to that, was it the same as the fragment? I'm honestly curious here, you dont need to answer

...

I wouldn't show you Anya hurt, i would show you...well, youself only, i would censor or simply take her out completely, if im being realistic she was...way less lucky than you, if you don't want to though, that completely and utterly fine

...

The musical is about the Oddysey, is called Epic: The Musical, it was made by an Spanish (or Latino?, not sure, either way Spanish speaking, the musical isnt in spanish though) guy called Jorge Rivera

Technically the musical doesnt have visuals, but the community have made animatics for each song

If not, i recently remembered something very very important, i know how to Pirate stuff, and since you were ok with drawn fire, or at least im assuming, theres also the option of a Pokemon movie, my favorite is the one called Arceus and the Jewel of life, don't know if you saw it

In the meantime i can surely present you some of my creatures

This little Gargoyle is called Xena, the youngest out of 5 cats, technically 6 although one is a foster

This little shit is Milo, the second youngest and the one thats suffering under him is Thor, there's another orange cat called Hercules...

Unfortunately both of them are a little scared of humans, even more scared of dragons, they didnt have a good first few experiences with both of them

They are getting braver though which is good

My more or less last cat is this grumpy cat also known as Kiara

I cannot put more photos but that face just about says it all, doesnt it?

Before i go Curly, i literally just received your other message, I will try not to say more biting things around you, its really ok

(The dragon nuzzles you and curls up again)

...Oh.

Yeah I don't know I'm still not convinced.

...

Couldn't take his co-pilot permits. Then he would know something was wrong. Not safe. We could... we could make it work. Somehow.

And if the crash still did happen she'd at least know who caused it.

Mhm. I suppose that makes sense. I'm not— I'm not trying to say it wasn't his fault. I just, well. I'm at fault too here, you know? Even if it's in a different way.

Huh? No, uh, that is what I meant. I never said that to her, thank fuck. I meant, uh... You kept saying you doubted that I would say that. I don't... I don't want you to make me seem like a better person than I am. Please.

...way less— Oh, God. ...I think I have to see it now, sorry, I just— I need to know now. I don't— I can't wonder what you meant by that. It's not fair to her to— to look away.

Right, yeah, I've heard of that. Quite a lot, lately.

Aww... They're adorable. Thank you. Are you able to... Correct me if I say this wrong. Are you able to be a dragon around them? Or do they still get scared?

Pfft. That face sure does.

Thanks. Sorry.

[imshittingchairs]

hi! can you do a j x female human reader?

Human beings.

J x fem!human!reader

A bit of angst?

(Sorry guys, I have made my decision to not use fonts anymore now 😔 the fonts have been really buggy for me, it won't let me type, won't let me do anything! Anyways, I'm so sorry that this is late, I've been quite busy about school lately:'))

Aaaanywho, this fic contains worker drone J and md J!

worker drone J

• she met you when Tessa's parents invited you and your family to have a dinner!

• You, Tessa, and J likes to play dress up in Tessa's room with the other worker drones

• Tessa allows you to roam around in her manor freely, but you have to be careful if her parents are around. They can be very strict, so Tessa make J often to watch over you

• J is very protective of you, so she warned you many times to not go in the basement, and to be very careful

• If you were at the gala, J would be very protective of you, shes very scared if anything bad happens to you, because you are just a human, more fragile than them, drones do and can break an arm or two, but that can be fixed! And for humans, it will take a long time for it to heal.

MD/dissassembly drone J

•you have no idea when did you land on this planet, but you do remember a thing or two about the whole earth's core about to collapse. You escaped from the destruction by hopping onto the dissassembly drone's spaceship/pod

•you didn't really remember how you land, but you crashed into the colony's strong ass door.

�� J was hunting for some worker drones for oil. When she looked at the sky, something.. Is moving? Is it a shooting star? Oh wait, stars doesnt shape like a space ship. Wait- a space ship?

• When you land, J realized it was their landing pod! She's a little bit confused on why the company would send another disassembly drone. Maybe they really really want to get rid of these run away ai's?

"Hellooo??? Any bot there? Ugh, I swear, if you knock yourself out like that stupid drone N I'm gonna kill-" J stopped talking when she realized that its not a dissassembly drone that is in the pod, its a human! She doesn't really know how to react. Does she have to kill you or just let you freeze to death? She has mixed feelings upon discovering this.

•but, she actually doesn't kill you! Instead, she shelters you and try to treat your wounds because of your harsh landing.

• V teases J because she didn't kill you and shelters you instead.

• Meanwhile, N was asking you questions about how you got here.

• if you need food to eat, she will try her best to recreate the recipe from a frozen cook book.

She herself didn't even know why she decided to spare you. You look very familiar, yet she can't even remember why its familiar.

[conanssummerchild]

the other day i was wondering about how it would go if rick sanchez and abed nadir interacted bcs theyre my fav guys ever but i couldnt actually imagine them ever interacting and then i accidentally came up with a whole fuck ton of headcanons about what would happen if rick started visiting the study group regularly (also featuring morty :3) so i figured i might as well post them idk

(rickortys dni)

idk what rick is doing in the commumity dimension and why btw, he's just there

the hc abt rick and abed having a conversation was just like rick going on and on about some insane adventure he went on and just overall saying wild stuff and abed listening, genuinely interested, but thinking "this guy makes jeff seem well-adjusted"

at first rick always goes alone but he talks about morty all the time and the adventures they go on but he never elaborates about who morty is so everyone just assumes he's a friend of ricks and one day rick finally introduces them to him and its literally a teenage boy and his grandson lol. everyone is confused

shirley probably hates rick sm at first

morty and britta talking abt politics or ethics or smth like that :3

i imagine rick saying the f slur or smth and the family friendly sitcom study group is flabbergasted while morty is sweating bullets apologising for him lol

rick almost immediately asks if troy and abed are fucking

one time chang tried to hug rick (even though they barely knew each other, i just feel like thats something he'd do) and rick's first instinct was to pull a gun out on him and after that chang kept begging him to make him one of those guns too (he didn't)

britta tries to therapise him but eventually rick scares her off by saying something insane or "way out of her league diagnostically" as she said once and she never tries again

rick and jeff having a drink-off (rick wins)

troy alternates between thinking rick is cool and funny and being a little afraid of him

morty and troy get along and morty thinks abed is cool

morty's favourite is anne because he thinks shes so cool and smart and pretty (think like the person you looked up to as a kid, thats how morty thinks of annie) and she lets him act like a kid and doesnt put any unfair insane expectations on him (*cough* rick) because she knows what that feels like

annie dislikes rick but she keeps slipping fliers for AA into his pockets and rick is confused and incredibly annoyed whenever he finds them

rick thinks chang is weird af but finds it funny, especially bcs hes like the main antagonist of the study group and hes just some guy

rick is probably kinda mean to the dean :(

rick saying something in spanish and no one in the ex spanish study group has any idea what hes saying (they did not learn a thing)

rick thinks its kinda cool that jeff faked his degree, but he wont admit it ofc

morty loves apartment 303

annie eventually warms up to rick because he's less grumpy and rude once you get to know him and they become kiiiinda friends (but shes still a little wary of him)

rick, morty, troy, abed and annie playing minecraft together :3

shirley also eventually warms up to rick and acts like a stern parent (even though rick is almost double her age 💀) and rick pretends to hate it but he doesnt (he didnt get loved enough by his parents as a kid)

rick calls pierce the jerry of the group

abed always listens to rick infodump

abed and rick talking about alternate timelines/dimensions together

one time he fell asleep on the sofa at apartment 303 and while he was asleep annie washed his labcoat bcs its probably grimy af and rick freaked out on her and didn't visit their dimension again for a month

morty loves shirley because shes is always so nice to him and gives him baked goods bcs she thinks hes the sweetest kid ever (he is). he always defends her when rick calls her lame

ok thats it, i usually lowkey hate crossovers but here i am. doing a crossover

also ive always been scared of posting headcannons in case someone is like "FUCK YOU these headcannons are the WORST you have no understanding of these characters you dumb faggot" so erm im scared :3 bye